Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 3, Episode 9 - Funhouse - full transcript

♪ Some people might say
my life is in a rut ♪

♪ I'm quite happy
with what I've got ♪

♪ people might say
that I should strive for more ♪

♪ but I'm so happy
I can't see the point ♪

♪ something's happening
here today... ♪

Loud enough for you?

What?

I said, loud enough
for you?

♪ You want more money,
of course I don't mind ♪

It's ok. I try not
to bite too hard.

Uh, dad, this is Amanda.



So what's she been
saying about me then?

Nothing.

Oh, really?

And the rest.

♪ Enough already
on my plate ♪

♪ people might need some
tension to relax... ♪

All right.

Let's have it then.

Have what?

Are you ever gonna get
bored of baked beans?

Look. Whatever this is, right,
she doesn't want to be here, ok,

so you dragged her
into it,

and, no, I'm never gonna
get tired of baked beans.

I'm still waiting
for an answer.



I'll see you
at school, ok, Em?

Wait, Amanda. No.

I told you this was
a bad idea.

As you know,
it's not a good idea

until you've tried it.

Eh?

Right. Here comes
the eggs.

Amanda's dad is
in a mental hospital.

Oh. Mental hospital.

He's been there
for 4 years now.

5.

You see how
she did that?

She deliberately said 4

to drag you
into the conversation.

She's slippery like that.

That I get from him.

Emily thinks
I should ask you

if you would like
to...

Look. Never mind.

I'm sure you're
extremely busy,

and I'm probably
just imagining it.

Oi! Amanda!

This much I know,
all right?

You don't think that
you're imagining anything.

Now Emily's no fool,
but I'm even smarter,

so let's have it.

What's the problem,
and how can I help?

In the 5 years that
he's been there,

I'm not sure if they've
actually been helping him

or they're just trying
to see how long

they can keep him.

All right. Let me guess.

A private hospital,
right?

Yeah. It's like he's always
medicated, never himself.

I just want my dad back,
Dr. Lightman.

Wayne Dobar!

My daughter...

Is a friend
of your daughter,

and she wanted me
to come by,

see how you
were doing,

say hello,
and that.

Ah. The silent type.

You're invisible.
So's your fruit.

So are you.

You're invisible.
So's your fruit. So are you.

You hate bullies,
don't you?

To tell you
the truth,

I'm not a shrink
or nothing,

but don't they tell you
to let your anger out?

You're invisible.
So's your fruit. So are you.

You're invisible.
So's your fruit.

So--aah!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Guys! Hey!

He attacked me
with a knife!

He attacked me
with a knife!

Stop it right there,
Mr. Dobar.

Wayne, put
the knife down, please.

Do as Dr. Grandon
says, Wayne.

Excuse me, but..

You see the little
loony behind you

with the apple?

He's the one that
had the knife.

Wayne here's got it because
he took it off him.

He was doing your job,
big fella.

Weren't you just leaving,
Dr. Lightman?

Yes, we know
who you are.

Hmm.

That's a bit previous.

I mean, the man's scared.
He's not dangerous.

His eyebrows
tell you that?

This is a psychiatric facility,

not a circus.

What am I gonna tell
your daughter, eh?

Nice one.

And all of a sudden,

I'm interested
in you, bozo.

♪ Lie to Me 3x09 ♪
Funhouse
Brand New Day by Ryan Star

♪ dream,
send me a sign ♪

♪ turn back the clock ♪

♪ give me some time ♪

♪ I need to break out ♪

♪ make a new name ♪

♪ let's open our eyes ♪

♪ to the brand-new day ♪

You've
already decided

this Dr. Grandon
is hiding something.

Maybe, maybe not.

But you're hoping
he is.

Of course I am.

What are you doing?

I'll bet you that
Dr. Grandon

is on his way here
right now.

I know the type.

We have mice?

Could be rats.

Ever heard
of pest control?

Ever heard
of a sporting chance?

That's expensive-looking
cheese.

A fiver says that
Dr. Grandon

will be here
within the hour.

Well, why would he
do that?

Oh. Thank you
very much.

Ahh. To make nice

because I see what's
going on there.

The last thing
he wants

is me rattling
his cage, right?

Which you've already
started to do anyway.

A friend of Emily's
asked for my help.

I mean, everyone needs
their dad, right?

Yeah, but so far,
all you've managed to do

is potentially make
matters worse.

Do we know why
Wayne Dobar was admitted

in the first place?

Ta-da!

Oh. Long walk

on a short bridge, huh?

So maybe Wayne is

a nutter after all.

Thank you.

And here is.

That's 44 minutes later.

You owe me a fiver.

And excuse me?
"Ta-da"?

I mean, really.

Hi. I'm
Gillian Foster.

Dr. Mitch Grandon.
How do you do?

I came here to ask
the reason

for Dr. Lightman's
visit earlier

and, if it involved
the well-being of a patient

or concern of relatives,

to offer any assistance
I can.

I'm sorry. I just--
I must have drifted off.

Where am I?
Wh--what did I miss?

We need to be able
to tell

Wayne Dobar's
daughter

that he's
in good hands.

I can assure you he
is in the best hands...

That money
can buy, right?

Um, Loker,
on your mark, son.

Maestro, over to you.

This is a sad,
confused man

just moments away
from remorse,

but he's not
a violent man.

He wasn't gonna jump.

That place that
you run--

Radley. Yeah, Radley.
That's it, yeah.

Pricey?

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

I'm sorry. Do what?

Answer his question
with another question.

Just saying.

Such as
what price does

one put on the care
and well-being

of the mentally ill?

I wasn't going
to say that.

Yeah, you were.

I mean, that's what
I would say anyway.

I mean, what else
can you say?

Excellent.
Your read my mind.

Well, now it's time
for you to read mine.

Go on then.

Too hard for you?
All right.

Let me give you
a clue, all right?

You run a 5-star
loony bin

in the middle
of a recession.

Now is not the time to
start bleeding patients.

Have you been giving
Wayne Dobar

a little bit of the old,
you know, woof woof,

a little extra just to
slow down his recovery

in the name
of good business?

I beg your pardon?

What Dr. Lightman is saying is

since Wayne hasn't
shown much improvement

in 5 years
of treatment,

maybe I could help you
with a second opinion.

Well, I for one thought I was being
really bloody clear about that.

Oh, please don't.
Thoroughbreds can be a little jumpy

around strangers.

So how is
my brother?

Dr. Lightman's going
back to see him now.

Didn't Amanda
tell you that?

Amanda? No.

Yeah. She asked him
to check up on Wayne.

She feels that
the doctors might be

being a little generous
with his medication.

Is Wayne ok?

He's fine.

So is Amanda
in the house, Ms. Dobar?

Gina, please.
I wish you'd called ahead.

I could have saved you
both a trip.

So she's not here.

No. She had to go
to Maryland.

Regional playoffs.
Volleyball.

Really?

Really.

He lives here
with you, though?

After her father
went, uh...

With her mother gone--
childbirth, awful--

I'm all Amanda
has left.

Well, when will
she be back?

Is Wayne all right?
You're scaring me.

Dr. Lightman
and Dr. Foster are doing

everything they can.

Thank you.

I should
warn you--one of the symptoms

of Wayne's
schizoaffective disorder

is that often he doesn't speak at
all to people he doesn't trust.

What? You mean, like he
didn't speak to you earlier?

After you.

Wayne, this is Gill.

Gill, Wayne.
Wayne, Gill.

Well, you heard the man.

You can leave now.

Are you saying that
he wants--

are you sure?
Wayne, should I leave?

No. I want you to leave.

I want him
to trust me, yeah.

Hang on a sec.

Here.

Can I borrow
your lipstick?

Right.

Right.

I'm doing this
right in front of you

so that I don't have to ask
you to switch it off later,

and then you don't
have to say--

I can't let
you do that.

Exactly.

But, doctor, you just stood
there and watch him do it.

Ooh. Juice time.

Yeah.

Right. Well, Wayne,
here's to you then

for what you did to
fruit bandit earlier.

Do you want some?

What? You don't
like it?

You don't trust it?

You don't know what
they put in it?

All right.
All the more for me then.

Wayne?

Wayne.

Do you mind?

Oh, ok.

You must miss Amanda
like I don't know what, eh?

Well, at least
they give you a view

or not.

The last time Amanda
wrote to you

was, uh--was it
April 10?

That's months ago.

You're worried
about her.

Let's talk a little bit
more, shall we,

about your view.

Hey, hey.
Naughty, naughty.

So Amanda's a friend
of your daughter?

It speaks.

So you're not only worried
about Amanda, are you?

You think that this is
your only way out of here,

don't you?

You're at the end
of your rope.

Right.

Go on then. Up it.

This is your chance.
Go on.

But once you're gone,
I can't help you.

You're on your own then.

Or stay,
and he's all yours.

Richmond Dobar,
Wayne and Gina's dad.

One of
the 10 richest

race horse owners
in the world,

diagnosed with
paranoid schizophrenia

in 1979.

Treated privately
in his home,

and then two years later...

He was found hanging
from the ceiling

of his condo
in Dubai.

Looks like Wayne's condition
might be hereditary.

So was there any history of
Wayne losing his marbles

before he walked out
on that bridge?

No, at least not
on record.

What did you find out
from the sister?

Gina Dobar continues her
father's work successfully

according to this.

I think Amanda was at the
house when we were there,

but she wouldn't
let us see her.

She kept deflecting
the question.

So I have to say,
Ms. Dobar,

I would have expected you
to be happy to hear that.

You spent 5 minutes
with Wayne

and now tell me that he should
be released altogether?

I suppose I'm more
confused than anything.

Tell me about the day that he
took Amanda out onto the bridge?

There's nothing much
to say really.

I got a call
from the police

once it was all over and
he was already in custody.

It was so unlike
him, but...

But it all added up.

I mean, family history being
what family history is, right?

You know
about my father.

Yeah. Why didn't you
tell the truth

to my people
earlier today?

Excuse me?

You told them
Amanda wasn't here,

and you also ducked the issue
of Wayne being overmedicated.

For what earthly reason would
they overmedicate him?

I don't know.

Money? Your money?

But how can
Amanda help?

Well, I can't answer that until
I've talked to her, can I?

Oi!

We got lost, right,

because we came
from a big kitchen

to a small kitchen
to, like, a--

what do you call it?

A pantry.

Yeah. One of them.

I'm making conversation to break the ice.
How am I doing?

Am I all right?

Amanda
Emily's been trying to call you.

You do still want us
to help you,

don't you, love?

How's my dad?

He's worried sick
about you.

I'm ok.

Yeah, I can tell.

Mind if I do?

Thank you
very much.

They're banana nut,
right?

Lovely.

You know what we
want to talk

to you about,
don't you, Amanda?

The bridge.

He was taking me
to get ice cream,

and the store was just
on the other side.

It's not there anymore,

but we used to go there
every Saturday,

and he would get
pistachio one scoop,

and I would get
strawberry, two scoops

with sprinkles.

And then it all went
pear-shaped, right?

So what happened
that day then?

I don't really
remember.

It was like
a bad dream, you know?

But in spite
of everything,

you still love
your dad, right?

It wasn't his fault.

I mean, he's sick.

My mum was bonkers
back in the day,

and the thing that
scared me most

was that...

That it would run
in the family,

you know, that I'd
end up like her.

I am not--
I'm not like my dad.

I'm nothing
like my mum.

Except, well,
if you count the time

when I mooned
the Queen.

Of England?

Yeah. I don't know what
come over me really.

Can you tell us why you
stopped writing your dad?

I don't know.
Volleyball, summer school.

Ah.

What is it you don't
want us to see in that book?

Can I have a look,
darling?

We won't tell
anyone, promise.

Ok. That's enough.

All right, love.

These are letters
from Wayne to me.

Why do you want to
give them to us?

He told me that Amanda
had stopped writing to him.

Wayne's a good man.
You'll see,

but he's also troubled.

Like Amanda, I could
use some reassurance

that he's getting
the right help, so...

Anything you need.

I can see
why Gina was so anxious

for us to see these.

There are a lot of
inconsistencies in the language.

I mean, some reveal
moments of lucidity,

but most are erratic, incoherent,
endless digressions,

fragments
of fragments.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm just
knackered, you know?

It's like he's
on posh drugs,

you know, the sort
that shrinks

for rich-and-famous people
give their customers

to keep them around,
you know?

Or Wayne's really
not well, Cal.

Cal? Please tell me
you're not thinking

about going to grill
Dr. Grandon now.

No. I'm not.

It's late.

I'm tired, and there's nothing
we can do now, right?

We have to figure out a way
to handle this carefully.

What? You think I can't
do that, don't you?

You can do anything
you set your mind to.

Oh, yeah?
Hey.

Right.

What's in the box,
Wayne?

It's private.

Oh, yeah?
Fair enough.

Come on then.
Follow me.

Where are we going?

I'm taking you
home, mate.

So what was in that juice
that I drunk earlier?

Dr. Lightman, what are you
doing here at this hour?

Well, Wayne is not
mental,

so me and him, we're
busting out of here.

What's it look like
I'm doing?

From where I'm standing, it looks
like you're not feeling so well.

Oh.

Ohh!

Wait a minute.

Get him to a secure room
under observation.

Hello, mum.

Fancy seeing you
in here.

Well, you took
your bloody time, didn't you?

You look good, mum.

Death's done you
proud.

Oi. Can I have some
more drugs in here?

Make it snappy.

You always did make
me laugh, Cal.

I ever tell you that?

I don't remember.

Oh, don't be
daft, you.

I remember you used to
make me laugh.

Do you remember that
holiday we all went on?

There was the 3 of us
sitting on the beach,

me, you, and dad.

Watching other people
through binoculars.

Do you remember?
Putting words in their mouths

like we could tell what they were
actually saying to each other.

Is that you who
made that noise, darling?

No. It was the ferry
going by, you rude man.

I didn't know a ferry could
make a smell like that.

Why'd you do it, eh?

Do what?

Paint the living room
yellow.

What do you think,
you sloppy cow?

I admit Dr.
Lightman may be a little unusual,

but this is-- what did you give him?

The broke
an orderly's nose.

We gave him
a sedative.

Just to be clear,
the law says--

you either have to
file a police report

or hold him
for 48 hours

if there's any evidence he's a danger

to himself
or others.

I know.

I wasn't in my
right mind, love.

I honestly don't know
what I was thinking.

Well, why didn't you just
divorce him or run away?

There must have been someone
that could have helped you.

You got to stop
blaming yourself, Cal.

Do you hear me?

I wish you could see
your granddaughter Emily.

Who's she like?

She's herself.
She's like herself.

All right.

I won't ask.
Don't have to say.

Well, she's a little bit
like you, yeah, maybe.

Don't go, mum.

Medication time, I hope.

Oh, come on.
You gave him something.

Yeah. A sedative.

We don't administer
hallucinogens here.

See, I would agree
with you there,

but I just went
for a trip

down memory lane
with my mum.

Thank you so much
for that.

Call me if you need me,
Dr. Foster.

So you had to
come here.

I thought we were
gonna wait

and do it together.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Look...

Tell the truth,
darling.

You're know that was
never going to happen.

You attacked
that orderly.

Do you want to tell
me what on earth

was going through your
mind at the time?

The bridge of his nose.
All right.

This isn't you that
I'm talking to.

This is the drugs.
I got to figure out

a way to get you
out of here.

Shh, shh.
Easy, tiger.

You know, walls
have ears and that.

So...

Let's go for a walk
and take the dog.

No, no, no. Sit.

Honey, where
are you going?

You do know that
they're keeping you

topped up on drugs,
don't you?

Only after I attack
someone.

Every other time...

Ria.

Emily, what are you
doing here?

Where's my dad?
And don't lie for him this time.

He never came home
last night,

and his phone goes
straight to voice mail.

He's trying to help out
your friend's father.

All I can say is that this
probably part of some plan.

You know how
your dad is.

He's done something
crazy again, hasn't he?

You ready?

No, not really.

Loker.

Loker, get a pen,
all right?

Yeah. What do
you got?

Dad?

Em, what are you
doing there?

They said you were
in the hospital.

All right. Put Loker back
on the phone, all right?

But, dad-- don't argue
with me, darling.

Everything will
be all right.

Go on. Please, em.

Don't muck about.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Right. Take
this down, ok?

Olanzapine.

La-mo-tri-gine.

Lam-o-tri-gine.

Topiramate.

L-lorazepam.

Chico.

No. I made that one up.
That was a joke.

Oh, mate.
I'm high as a kite.

They what?
They drugged you?

Yeah, love.

Cal?

Yeah, what?

Dr. Lightman.

You got any
painkillers?

I got
a blinding headache.

Go quietly this time,
Cal, please.

Take it easy.
Take it easy.

Oh. Hold on. Ok.

Dad? Dad?

48 hours?

There's nothing I can do
about that, em.

It's the law.

Did he do this
deliberately?

You'll have to ask
him that yourself.

That means he did.

Well, he's helping out
your friend's father.

Oh. So this is
all my fault?

What? For asking
for help? Emily, no.

I just--I just wish he'd
write books and teach.

And, I mean, even if he
did do this on purpose,

how could you
let him?

Em, come--sit down.

Look.

Look. I know
it sounds bad,

but he's safe.

Even so, you're scared
about something.

What are you
scared of?

You--you can
see that?

Well, I guessed.
Trick my dad taught me.

Oh. Your dad...

Seems like he's under
a lot of stress.

I mean, there's more on
his mind than usual.

Yeah, especially now.

Why would you
say that?

Next week,
it's his birthday.

Yeah, but he always
stresses out about that.

I mean, that's why every
year we pretend like

it's not even
happening.

Yes, but my grandma died
when she was 46,

and he's turning 47.

Ooh!

All right, dad?

What'd you do
that for?

I thought you wanted
to have a chat.

Yeah. About what,
mate?

I don't know.
You tell me.

Bollocks,
you don't know.

It wasn't all me,
you know?

Your mother had something
to do with it.

It takes two,
as they say.

It takes two to do
what-- go down the pub,

get drunk
every night

and come back
rat-assed,

knock your wife
and kid about?

Remember those holidays
at the beach?

One holiday, one.

We stayed in a room
above a pub,

and it rained
the whole bloody time.

You know, it's not mum I need to
worry about taking after, is it?

It's you.

Right?

You still here?

Good. Let's keep it
that way.

Where's Foster?

She's with Emily.

That is because you--
bloody idiot that you are--

told em all
about this, right?

None of the drugs that
you had me research

would have caused the
reaction that you're having.

Keep checking.

They're sedatives, they're
mood stabilizers.

They're not
hallucinogens.

What do you know
about my hallucinations?

Nothing.
Just that you've been having them.

You think Foster
would tell us?

What if...

Right, someone
gave me a cocktail

of all those drugs?

Like in your food
or in your drink?

Yeah.
Hey!

Take this
and sod off.

Are you stealing other
patients' food, Dr. Lightman?

Excuse me?!

Those are my muffins.
Those are his.

They're my muffins.
These are your muffins?

Yeah, my muffins.
These are your muffins?

My muffins.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You know...

These muffins might just turn
out to be your problem, mate.

You are aware,
Dr. Lightman,

that this evaluation
is to determine

whether I can allow you to leave
the care of this hospital.

Yes.

And you're telling
me the reason

for your behavior is
a homemade muffin?

He is.

And you know this because you
ate one of these muffins?

Wayne Dobar has been
eating them for years.

You really
believe that?

His daughter
makes them for him.

His daughter, all of
17, is poisoning him?

What? No. She has no idea
about any of this.

What are you
doing here?

I sent part of that muffin
to the lab for testing,

but I also tested
it myself,

which ended up being
a little faster.

Ever heard of the Salem Witch Trials?

Historians
believe that

the Salem Witch Trials were caused

by a hallucinogenic
fungus called ergot,

which found its way into
the winter bread supply.

All right.
Let's see how magical

this muffin really is.

It's moist,
it's a little bitter.

Overall, it's not
that bad.

Really? Mr. Fitzgerald,
Mr. Fitzgerald

said that to you?

Mr. Fitzgerald?
Really?

So bread-- or in this case a muffin--

is the perfect
delivery system.

The same one you
used on Wayne.

This is ridiculous.

Come on, Amanda.
Let's go.

No, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

No. You're gonna
love this bit, trust me.

Ta-da!

Dad?

Oh, my God.

Is this for real?

It's real, baby girl.
It's real.

So she doctored
the muffins to keep you

talking
to the trees, mate.

Each visit another batch
of magic muffins, right?

Why would I do that?

Wayne's half of the
estate for starters.

It's more than that,
though, isn't it?

You hurt
a little girl.

That's where
I come in because

I take that very, very personally.

Why did you do this to me, Gina?

The lifeblood of the
estate are the horses.

I'm the one that
takes care of them.

Wayne's never
understood them.

Right.

So you drugged Wayne to keep him
away from the horses, right?

He ends up almost killing
himself and his daughter.

They they drag him off to the
finger-painting academy for life.

Problem solved?

Here.

Cor. What's
that smell?

What smell?

Must be the ferry
going by.

What?
Nothing.

You know, we've been
together all day,

and you haven't mentioned
being in the hospital once.

So tell me
what happened.

I nicked one
of Amanda's muffins.

Why would you do that?

Well, because it was just
sitting there, you know,

looking all tasty.

You deliberately got yourself
admitted, didn't you?

Says who?

I do, and I'm mad.

I know.

All right. Look. If I had
deliberately admitted myself, right,

that would make me completely
bloody bonkers, wouldn't it?

So is that what
you think?

Yeah. I saw your grandma
because of that muffin.

And?

And you know how
this started out

me trying to
help Amanda?

Well, I think it was her that
really did me the favor, you know?

Well, did you
and your mom talk?

You think I got a screw
loose, don't you?

You talked.
Yeah.

She wanted to know if
you were like her.

Well, am I?

I hope so.
A little bit.

So do you think it was
really her talking to you

or just you talking
to yourself?

Have you been psychobabbling
with Gillian again?

Well, my dad's a lunatic.
Ground me.

I bet she said a couple
days in that place

was just what
I needed, right?

Just a couple?

Oi. Enough
of your lip.

So, um, did you see
anyone else in there?

Like who?

That's a no then.

Yes. I'll tell
you what.

Loker got completely
off his nut.

That was something
to see.

I got it on disk.

A true compliment
coming from you.

Happy Birthday, dad.

I can't hear you.

Burnt. My favorite.

The Jam: ♪ daylight dawns ♪

♪ you wake up,
and you're Mr. clean ♪

♪ a piece of toast
from the one you love most ♪

♪ and you leave ♪