Recovery

Alan Hamilton:
[to his son before he leaves for university] Long-term memory, okay? When you were three you had this, um, big... juicy fruit... orange, orange car that you sat in and you pushed with your feet. Only, you never did it yourself, 'cause you always got me to push you everywhere. And Mum used to get upset with you for being lazy, but I could make you go fast, I could give you a nice ride. Thing is, right, now, I know I can't do anything for you that's even that simple anymore. And half the time I'm gonna *be* the boy in the orange car. But... I'm *so* proud of what you can do now, and what you've done. And a couple of months ago I was jealous of your future, 'cause I haven't got one to speak of, but my life now is gonna be what happens to you. And you. Before, I thought that I was the main event, and the breadwinner and the go-getter... now I'm just happy watching you. So... good luck, son.

[he hugs him]

[Alan looks over at the patients]

Alan Hamilton:
Am I like them?

Dean Hamilton:
Yeah.

Alan Hamilton:
Some of them are doing... collages...

Alan Hamilton:
[OT opens the shower curtain] What are you doing?

OT:
Alan, you need to turn the shower on.

Alan Hamilton:
I'm drying myself off.

OT:
But you haven't got wet yet. [sees Alan masturbate] And Alan...

Alan Hamilton:
[exasperated] What now?

OT:
Do you mind not masturbating in front of me?

Alan Hamilton:
Don't look then!

OT:
Do you want to try the shower again? [closes the shower curtain]

Alan Hamilton:
Did you think I was gonna kill myself? Too much trouble... You know you don't have to use your brain at all if you just lie still. There's some creature that lives at the bottom of the sea floor doesn't move at all. The only action it makes is to open its mouth now and again... to put some food in it. Don't need many brain cells for that.

Dean Hamilton:
But you're thinking now.

Alan Hamilton:
I am. In a moment, I'm trying to make my mind go blank.