Comhroinn Fuaime

[narrator] It’s October 17 1978. Just after 9:00 AM. In a psychiatric ward somewhere in the United States. A 20-year-old patient is waiting. He doesn’t think he belongs here. To him, this place isn’t treatment… it’s a cage. So he watches. He waits. And when the moment finally comes… he moves. He slips into a medical cabinet. Inside, he finds what he needs. A powerful hallucinogen. LSD. He takes it, hides it, says nothing. Hours later, he walks into the staff room, calm, quiet, invisible, where