Bipolar Page #5

Synopsis: Harry Poole, an introverted young man, suffers from bipolar disorder. He enrolls in a clinical trial run by the famous Dr. Lanyon, whose miracle drug is destined to help people like him lead a more balanced life. Under constant video surveillance, Harry quickly experiences positive results and turns into a new man, more charismatic and charming. He even manages to seduce Anna, a young nurse who looks after him. Harry, fully embracing his rebirth, creates a new personality for himself. "Edward Grey" is born, the man he has always wanted to be: outgoing, bold and fearless. Unfortunately, the doctor abruptly discontinues the clinical trial. Cases of rage and confusion have been reported among other test subjects and the medication is pulled. Anna, taking pity, gives Harry a parting gift: a large supply of the pills, with which he continues his own "trial" at home. Intoxicated by the freedom and power of his new identity as "Edward", Harry slowly surrenders himself to his dark alter ego an
 
IMDB:
4.6
Year:
2014
80 min
334 Views


Can we go out?

Hm, out. Like maybe go clubbing

or something? Paint the town red.

Yeah. Could be fun.

Let's see.

Where could we go?

Well, there's this

new place called Totem.

I heard it was fun.

Can we go?

Sure.

You really want to go out,

don't you?

Yeah. I'll go get my stuff.

- We're not going.

- What?

Well, now we've gotta think of

something else to do, don't we?

There's no place like home.

Harry?

Hey, babe.

- Is something wrong?

- No.

A guy I don't even know just

poked me on Facebook, gross.

Poking someone on Facebook;

That's gotta be like

the lowest form of

communication I can think of.

I'm gonna make some tea.

You want some?

- Huh?

- D'you want some tea?

Are you sure you're ok?

You're not acting like yourself today.

Just tired.

Come in here

and sit down with me.

What's up?

- Can I ask you a question?

- Sure.

- How much do you love me?

- What?

Let's say you found out that I was

a thief. Would you still love me?

- Why, did you steal something?

- Just answer me.

Yes. Yeah.

How 'bout if you found out I was

a criminal? Would you still love me?

I don't know,

you're being really weird.

- I'm a murderer, Anna. I killed Harry.

- You're a funny guy, Harry.

No, no, I'm not kidding.

Harry's dead.

And I know that you weren't so crazy about

Edward at first, but you're gonna see.

He's actually a lotta fun.

Have you been hitting

your brother's bong?

Because you know how much

I hate it when you smoke.

Anna, I need you to do something for me.

I need more pills.

I'm almost finished with

the ones you gave me

and I think that it is very important

that I continue to take them.

Um, I have to tell you

something about that.

The pills I gave you,

they were placebos, Harry.

What?

The pills, they were placebos.

Why? What do you mean,

placebos?

I didn't like to see you so sad and you

looked so lost. I was just trying to help.

You gave me sugar pills?

I couldn't just give you

an experimental drug,

especially one that was

potentially dangerous.

I'm a nurse, I could have lost

my job over something like that,

Or worse,

I could have harmed you.

Do you have any idea

what this means?

Wow. Nice f***ing gift

you gave me.

Please Harry, don't do that.

You don't understand. There is no

more Harry, there is only Edward.

I was him

and he was me all along.

Why the f*** did you

have to give me placebos!?

Sorry, Harry, I'm sorry,

look, it, it wasn't me though

- it was Doctor Lanyon.

- What?

He took pity on you and he thought you

were going to do something terrible so he,

he asked me to give you these pills

and I didn't want to at first

but he, he persisted and so I

finally just did what he told me.

Doctor Lanyon told you to give

me placebos? - Are you mad at me?

No. Not at you.

Listen, I'm sorry that

I lashed out at you.

I just don't like to be lied to.

Anyway, it's not important.

That is what's important.

Anna, I want to spend the rest of my

life with you. Will you marry me?

What?

But I promise I will

get you one very soon.

- Saved by the bell.

I didn't expect this so soon,

Harry... I mean, not at yet anyway.

I, I just feel like

we just met each other.

- Is that a no?

- It's a maybe.

You know how much I love you, Harry, and

I'm really happy and flattered right now.

But?

I, I just don't think

we should rush into things.

I just need some time to think.

I need to talk to you.

It's over, Edward.

I could have just called you,

but I needed to come here for myself.

You're really a pathetic person

and I can't believe I let you

treat me the way you did.

So here's your ring.

Here, take it.

You don't scare me anymore,

Edward.

Perfect timing.

He just proposed and needed a ring.

I will come back

for my stuff later.

Who was that? You know what?

Whatever. I'm outta here.

Didn't this ring

come with a promise?

Oh, a volcano inside!

Always ready to flare up. I like that.

I don't know if I want to kiss you or kill

you right now. I think I'll just kill you.

Edward! What are you doing!

- Look at the camera.

- What?

I said look at the camera!

Now say, thank you Doctor. - What?

- Say thank you Doctor.

- Thank you Doctor.

I loved her.

I loved her so much.

I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry for

all that I caused this family.

You didn't deserve it.

You and your brother

are good people.

And your mother,

your mother was a good woman.

I know that she swallowed all

those pills to get away from me.

I know perfectly well

I killed her.

And believe me, not a goddam

day goes by that I don't

wish it was me and not her

down in that hole.

I'm going to start chemo.

Doctor says I'll lose

my hair and my appetite.

He said I should

quit drinking, too.

For weeks I've been

thinking about killing you.

Now I realize there's something even

worse I can do to you; Let you live.

I'm coming, Selma.

Doctor Lanyon,

this is Harry Poole.

Listen, I don't feel well at

all. I really need your help.

You promised

you wouldn't abandon me.

Please, can you come see me

as soon as possible.

Hello?

Hey, Harry.

Harry?

Anybody here?

Hello!

You've gotta be the last doctor in

America who still makes house calls.

Please state your name and age.

What is this, Harry?

What are you doing?

Hello Doctor Lanyon, why don't you

tell us a little bit more about yourself.

What are you talking about, Harry?

Why am I tied to this chair?

So, Doctor Lanyon.

How are you feeling today?

What the f***

are you talking about?

What is going on?

Now remember,

it's important that

you monitor your emotions

very closely, Doctor.

Oh, and please, call me Edward.

What the hell

is all this about, Harry?

I got your call,

I came as fast as I could.

- A placebo, seriously?

- What?

You took pity on me and

gave me a f***ing placebo?

Hey nurse Anna...

pass the poor bastard

a bunch of sugar pills

that'll calm him down.

He'll never know the difference.

Pity! What the f***, doctor.

Wait. This is the first

I'm hearing about this, Harry.

I don't know

what you're talking about!

You fooled him and you treated him

like a child. But guess what, Doctor?

Harry's all grown up now

and his name is Edward.

And let me tell you,

Edward is pissed off.

I never gave you anything.

Why would I give you a placebo.

Bullshit!

Anna told me you did!

Well, Anna's a

f***ing lyin' b*tch!

I swear to you! I would

never give you anything!

You do not

talk about her that way!

She is the love of my life

and she would not lie to me.

You are the liar!

I can't think of anything more disgusting,

more vile than pity.

Well, Edward doesn't take pity.

And Edward doesn't show mercy.

Ok, Harry.

Please just calm down.

Don't f***ing

tell me to calm down!

Who do you think you are, you smug little

self-righteous piece of sh*t Doctor.

Oh, you guys are all the same.

You see, I thought that

you created a monster.

I believed that

I was your evil puppet.

Turns out I was pulling

the strings all along.

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