Asylum of Darkness Page #2

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- I'm sorry, I shoulda known no

good

would come of this, we're

insane.

- Yes, we are.

And that makes us vulnerable.

We're weak, so we can be taken.

I thought if, if I couldn't see

them,

they couldn't see me, and I'd be

safe.

Or, or maybe they wouldn't

want a blind man's life.

- I couldn't take much time to

mourn

my friend's final slip

into total insanity.

No!

His fate is what's waiting for

me

if I stay here to be cured.

So that's what you really look

like.

- What do you

think you're doing, Dwight?

- I don't know.

Somethin' crazy I guess you'd

say.

- No.

Lookin' for my keys in

that desk isn't crazy.

Luckily for both of us,

I was just coming back

here to put them away.

You saw what an unbalanced

mind did to your friend.

If you do this,

whatever it is you're about to

do,

you'll take that same step

into the bottomless deep end.

- More water analogies?

Well, this water wants out of

the glass.

You think you know

everything about us here?

Did you ever think that being

insane

allows us to see the

true reality around us?

That's what Van gogh believed.

- Van gogh?

You know, he let you call him

that

because the real Van gogh killed

himself

rather than live on and be

insane.

- I'm not gonna kill myself.

- If you do this, you're as good

as dead.

- Woo!

Is that you?

I'm free now.

Don't be sad.

I'm so happy to find you.

Okay.

Okay, you got me.

Maybe Van gogh and the doc were

right.

Maybe it's too much for me out

here.

You, you won't believe what i

just saw.

Was it something like

this?

- Hey, help!

Buddy, I don't know why

I'm trying to save you.

Come on outta there.

- No, stop it!

- What are you doin'?

- Stop it!

No!

- What are you doin'?

Get a grip.

You're free.

Got to get control of your

imagination

or you're not gonna last out

here.

Gotta put the water

back in the glass.

So who are you, huh, buddy?

I couldn't remember anything

about where I used to live.

I had nowhere else to go.

I figured a dead man's

not going to come home

for a good night's sleep, so

I'll take his place.

Finally.

A break.

I had no intention of

starting a life of crime,

but I needed a head start on my

new life.

Besides, I tried to save him.

I wasn't taking much in return.

You've done all right

for yourself, Mr. Finch.

Too bad you can't take it with

ya.

- Coming up next, an asylum

inmate is loose tonight.

- We bought

flooring for this room?

We got flooring for this room

free.

And this room was free, too.

It's on again.

- Is it really you?

Are you really here?

I thought I saw you earlier

tonight.

- Hello, art.

Where'd you see me?

In the bottom of a Martini

glass?

Or did you call out my name in

passion,

get kicked out of some slut's

house,

and have to come crawling back

here to me?

- Um.

No,

I, uh,

car was stolen.

- Save it.

- No, Ellen, I.

Ellen.

How do, how do I know?

Your name is Ellen Finch.

- By accident of marriage.

- Aw, what the f***?

It's not me.

I know the alarm code.

I know her name's Ellen.

- Stop staring at me.

- Ellen, I just wanted you to

know

that I wasn't out drinking

tonight

or with anyone.

- Well good.

- I, I love you.

- Not tonight you don't.

Since you haven't been out

drinking,

I guess you can sleep in here.

- To repeat the top

story at this late hour,

a manhunt for an escaped

mental patient has ended.

The man was taken back to the

hospital,

and is in poor condition

after being involved

in a car accident.

The owner of the car is missing,

but the return of the escaped

man

comes as a relief, as he was a

danger

to himself and others.

- Ghouls, that's all those

people are.

You should've known

better than to turn it on

before going to bed.

That stuff gives me nightmares.

- Look, I don't

wanna press my luck with you.

Maybe I should sleep on the

couch tonight.

- I'm not used to your

being this perceptive.

Or sober.

- You're insane to like me.

Wow, that's really

funny because it's true.

- I'm sure you'll make up for it

by being extra drunk tomorrow.

Wanna turn the lights off?

- Ellen, I, uh,

guess we've known each other a

long time.

And, uh, I've done some bad

things.

But I want you to know all that

is over.

- You're just gonna make me mad

trying all that I'll change

stuff again.

- I just mean if, if we

don't go on together,

I'm sorry to have let us down.

- Now that I've never

heard you say before.

- Goodnight, Ellen.

Why did I say all that sappy

stuff to her?

If I'm incurably insane,

why wouldn't I be incurably

romantic?

You're not the woman that came

to visit me

at the hospital.

Maybe these women are the

fantasies

that kept me alive in the

asylum.

You're sure not the woman

i saw at the cemetery.

She'd obviously been

hurt by this Finch person

that she thinks I am.

So I felt I owed her an apology.

Is that all I felt for her?

I don't know.

How did I know her name and the

code?

The only thing I know for sure

is that this is all crazy,

but I was used to that.

I didn't even know what I'd wake

up to.

But I know I wasn't afraid.

- Can you get that?

- Yeah, sure.

- Artemis Finch?

- Yeah.

Uh, if you say so.

- We found your car burned down

on the side of the road last

night.

Care to explain that?

- So the car really was stolen

last night?

- Yeah, see?

And, uh, I guess whoever

stole it, wrecked it.

Right?

Come on in, I'll make you some

coffee.

As far as I can tell, I'm still

me.

But if everybody else says

different,

who am I to disagree?

- Come on, you'll be

late.

They say there's going to be a

crowd

of over 100 this year.

- Crowd for what?

- For you.

They say the mayor may even be

there.

- You know, I, I can never

get these ties on straight.

- Come on.

I have to get you there

so I can get to my mom's.

- What, you're not coming?

- You never wanted me there

before.

- Well maybe now it's different.

- You're the one that seems

different.

- Okay.

So go out with your mom.

How 'bout next time, hmm?

- That seems more familiar.

- She could definitely

become my dream woman.

And Finch screwed this marriage

up.

Well maybe I can fix that,

if I or things

don't get out of control again.

Well, if Finch is stuck with my

old life,

he's welcome to it.

I'd pity him, but I think

he probably deserves it.

Well, I can't help that.

And I'll get just fine stayin'

out here.

Doc and Van gogh were right.

It's completely insane out here.

But it's the kind of insanity

I could get used to.

- Sorry to have to do this,

but it's time for our keynote

speaker

to step up here.

Please welcome Mr. Artemis Finch

and his amazing success story.

- Oh, is that for me?

- Thank you.

- Oh, sure.

Good to see you.

Hi.

- Yes.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Uh.

I, uh,

don't know where to begin.

- Well, you could begin talking

about, uh,

how you got out of the

institution.

- The institution?

But I'm Artemis Finch.

- Tell us how you get out

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