Call Me Crazy: A Five Film

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Lucy, do you understand

why you're back at the hospital?

Lucy.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Lucy. Listen to me.

- You can't run away.

- You can't.

- We're right here.

- You can't run.

Your life.

Please, please, let me out.

- Please let me out.

- Why don't you listen to me?

- We're everywhere.

- Don't follow.

Let me out!

What did you take?

What did you take?

No. Aah! No!

How are your wrists, hon?

I'm sorry they restrained you.

Lucy.

You've had another

schizophrenic episode.

But we're gonna work

on making you well.

Lucy, why don't you introduce

yourself to the group?

Hi, I'm Lucy. I... Obviously.

I go to law school.

- I went to law school.

- She's a schizo.

I saw them bring her in

all strapped down and screaming.

Great.

What'd you do, bite a cop?

Bruce.

Okay. As if our party wasn't full

enough with Chuckles, Forgetful,

and Her Majesty here,

now we add Schizo to the mix.

Well, this isn't Club Med,

so I doubt you're here for a tan.

No, I, uh...

I tried to:

Because I went off my meds.

Me too.

Lucy, what do you think led you

to make that decision?

Um...

I wanted to prove to you

that you were wrong.

Wrong about what?

About me.

About my diagnosis.

And you're not.

I have schizophrenia.

Ha-ha-ha. I hear you. I hear you.

I know.

I know. Go, go, flow.

Joe, Joe.

Doe.

Go.

I hear you.

Hear... Hear... Hear you.

Don't eat that.

It's wicked gross.

Try the pancakes.

They come with a cherry.

Good morning.

Welcome to kindergarten.

I couldn't feel stupider.

I graduated magna cum laude.

Obviously not from art school.

How long do we have to do this?

What, you don't like art therapy?

Nice, Edward.

I see you've chosen to draw a house.

- Is this your childhood home?

- Yeah, that's where I was born.

I see you've drawn a tree.

Do you think you're a tree? Heh, heh.

At least I didn't draw a knife.

What knife?

This knife. Oh, you're gonna get

your meds upped for that.

You should not be drawing knives

in art therapy.

All right.

Ha, ha.

Don't.

Oh! It's almost like an

outside force is guiding me.

Stop it.

Nice work.

You ruined mine.

Sorry.

When my little sister was 8,

her appendix burst

and she was in the hospital

for like a week.

And she was scared of everything.

The doctors, the needles,

the, um, weird plastic kidney-shaped

thing that she had to pee in.

Um...

So I made my mom take me

to the hospital every day.

And I sat by her bed

and I painted her nails

and we made fun of the nurses

together and...

I didn't really think I was doing

anything that spectacular,

you know, because I thought

of course I would do that.

She would do the same thing

for me.

But the thing is, um,

she hasn't come here to visit me.

Not even once.

I'm glad they don't come.

I don't want anyone

to see me in here.

It just makes me sad, that's all.

Before we end, I just wanted to mention

that this is Bruce's last session.

He'll be leaving tomorrow.

And, Bruce,

we really wanna wish you well.

I thought they gave you

grounds privileges.

They did.

It's not much of a privilege

unless you use it.

So you're really leaving?

Well, my insurance ran out,

so I guess so.

Are you ready?

Do I have a choice?

You cold?

Oh. Uh, a little.

Thanks.

Mm-hm.

God, this feels so normal.

Hm.

Is that crazy?

You thinking the law library

was haunted, that's crazy.

This is, um... This is fine.

What's it like?

What?

Just hearing the voices.

Oh, um...

It sucks.

Well, what does it feel like?

Because I just picture it

like there's a radio on

in your head or something.

Um, no, it's not in my head.

It's...

I actually hear them with my ears.

Like people standing behind me,

or beside me or creeping up.

Sometimes it's just one.

And then sometimes it's so many

that I can't sort out the voices

from my actual thoughts.

Well, what do they say?

That I should die.

That I'm worthless,

that I'm evil, stupid.

I'm so sorry.

That I'm...

No, it's, um...

Yeah, it's terrifying.

Do they ever say good things?

You know, like:

"Your hair smells like cupcakes."

Or:

"I don't wanna leave you."

No, they never say that.

Well,

then your voices are idiots.

What is it?

It's a labyrinth.

You think of a question,

okay?

A question.

Mm-hm. Something

in your life

that needs an answer

and then you just walk the path.

And maybe you'll get an answer.

Okay. A question.

Lucy.

- He hates you.

- This is when you die.

I can't. I can't do this.

You're disgusting.

- I can't.

- You're disgusting.

- He hates you. He hates you.

- Get away from him. Get away.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Lucy, did you hear me?

What?

I asked you if you were upset

because Bruce left.

Am I ever gonna get out?

Are you getting sick of me?

What I'm getting sick of

is Fish-Stick Fridays.

You will be leaving

at some point, yes.

But our sessions don't have to end.

I would like to be a regular part

of your life.

What life?

Lucy.

No, no, you don't understand.

I know what my life

should look like.

I know that I should be in school

and starting my career

and going on dates and making

out in inappropriate places

but I'm never gonna be able

to do that.

I have something for you.

Torts. Funny.

You know, that's what

drove me crazy in the first place.

That book didn't cause your psychosis.

Law school didn't cause your psychosis.

Didn't help.

Why did you wanna be a lawyer?

I wanted...

I wanted to do something that used the

part of my brain that was healthy.

So, what's different now?

I know how the world sees me.

And people with schizophrenia

aren't lawyers.

They're bag ladies.

So prove them wrong.

Finish law school.

You have insight into something

very few people understand.

Think about this.

If you finish law school,

who could you help?

Their distinct color

comes from their main food source, shrimp.

Not far away

from our flamingo friends...

Cat.

Bat.

Rat-a-tat-tat.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.

Heh.

Right?

Right.

You're so lucky.

Your voices...

stop sometimes.

Times. Crimes.

Limes. Times.

I have a secret.

It's about my mother.

There was the one

I told my friends about...

the mom I wished I had.

She mostly lives in my snow globe.

Then there was Up Mom.

You see what I'm talking about?

Have you ever seen

anything as cute as this?

Ever? Huh?

Bill, isn't my Grace the cutest

girl that comes in here?

Of all the girls who come in here,

isn't my Grace the cutest? Right?

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh, my God, it's just amazing.

Two ninety-nine for fabric softener?

Not a chance on your life.

Do you see this?

Two ninety-nine for fabric softener.

Look at that.

Two ninety-nine, fabric softener.

Who wants a fabric softener?

Hello?

Fabric softener. There you go.

You got it. Yours. Heh.

Got ahold of me?

Stop.

What? What?

Stop, Mom. Please stop.

It's all right, sweetie.

Two ninety-nine.

Mom. Mom, stop...

Oh, sweetness. Oh, angel.

You're the best.

You're the best in the land.

Stop, please.

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