Elephant Song Page #3

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Never Mind,

that's a very unfortunate name.

Don't you think?

I would like to get back to Dr. Lawrence.

I know you would,

but my job here is to be crazy.

That's why I get free room and board,

Dr. Greene.

And giving you a straight answer

does not fall within my mandate of lunacy.

You implied that Dr. Lawrence

ran away because...

Because I threatened to tell...

' Yes?

...about us...

about what goes on in here.

Was he implying, uh...

untoward behaviour

on Dr. Lawrence's pan?

If by "untoward behaviour,"

you mean a blow job, yes.

You believed him?

That's a very serious accusation

you're making, Michael.

It's not a joke.

No? Isn't it?

'Cause I think 2 sex scandals

in a year is pretty funny.

He knew about that?

Oh, he knew about

Dr. Cartwrighfs arrest

and he knew about the pictures

the police had found in his house...

and he also knew the administration

had been kept in the dark about it.

So he knew what buttons to push.

You're lying.

I have a witness.

I'm sure Anthony was

traumatized by the experience.

- That's not...

- Maybe it was Miss Peterson.

Looked through

the keyhole, right?

Miss Peterson,

will you come get Mr. Allen

- and bring him back to his room, please.

- Coming, Doctor.

Aleen, een.

I guess you don't want

to see the photographs.

But I bet I could find some journalist

who would love to see them.

Where are they?

In here.

You did call for me this time?

- Yes, I did.

- What's going on here?

Nothing I can't handle.

- Michael.

- Yes?

Get out of Dr. Lawrence's chair.

Let's go.

That's Dr. Lawrence's chair?

What happened to your face?

- I slapped myself.

- What'?

I said something mean about you,

so I slapped myself,

like this, like this, like this.

Michael, Michael...

Michael. Michael,

come, let's go.

- I want to carry on with him.

- Yeah, let's go. Please, I'm tired.

You just told me

to come get him.

I know. I'm sorry.

It was my mistake.

Thank you.

Sarah?

Sarah, can you keep an eye

on Dr. Lawrence's office?

I'll be right back. Thank you.

Next time, she is taking you

back to your room.

Oh no!

Where are they?

Chomping at the bit.

Enough!

A little gratitude, please.

- Gratitude?

- Yes, gratitude.

"Why, Miss Peterson, how good of you

to notice my red cheek,

"compliments

of Dr. Greene's right hand."

Ah!

"Why, Miss Peterson, I'm not sure

I'd call it assault, but..."

I would have taken responsibility.

I just saw you take responsibility.

Now...

let's get back to Dr. Lawrence.

Christelle, have you noticed

anything, um, unusual

about Michael's behaviour this morning?

Well, he hasn't eaten his last 2 meals.

I went to speak with him.

He... he said that

he's on a hunger strike

until Dr. Lawrence comes back.

Will you look up the number

for the police, please?

- Sure.

- And hand me the phone.

It's Region 3...

- Mm-hmm.

- ...861...

Dr. Lawrence was my lover,

and vice versa.

A little more vice

than versa, actually.

I want to see those photographs.

Yesterday,

I told Dr. Lawrence

that I wanted to end things.

He started to cry,

of course, but I was firm...

"It's over."

Then, he did the most unexpected thing.

He threatened to transfer me

to another institution

and confiscated Anthony.

I told him:

"I'm gonna tell everybody about us."

And he said:

"No one will believe you."

Only, I happen to have a photograph.

Only one?

You said photographs.

I'm comforted to know

that you are listening.

The other photographs

are in the drawer.

Which drawer?

Ice cold.

Ice cold. It's freezing!

Mmm-mmm! Warmer!

Warm. Hot. Hot!

Burns!

It's locked.

Of course it is!

Why do you think that is, Sherlock?

Nice try!

Dr. Lawrence is just

following hospital protocol:

Lock all drawers

and filing cabinets.

Oh yeah, is he?

To protect the patients

or the hospital?

Forget it!

Forget about the truth, right?

Who cares! Hmm?

Ignorance is bliss.

Congratulations on your leadership,

Dr. Greene.

And he hit a nerve there.

It was that morning

I'd seen the clipping

about Dr. Cartwrighfs scandal.

Normally, I would have coffee

in my office,

but that morning, I had it

in the staff room on the 3rd floor.

Dr. Greene!

Good morning.

Morning!

- Sugar... Oh!

- Oh, Jesus!

Oh, I'm so sorry!

It didn't burn, I hope.

No, it's... no, it's...

Do you want me to see

if there's an extra shirt?

Um, no. I'm fine.

OK, well...

The photographs

don't exist, do they?

Y-you know what?

Yes, I'm gonna give

Dr. Cartwright a call.

I think he'd love to see them.

Can I use the phone

for a minute?

That was an isolated incident.

That sharp, gritty taste in your mouth

is the sand

you've been sticking your head in.

That's the wrong key.

No. Still a no.

Yes.

Two boxes of chocolate,

and then right next to them,

you should find brown envelopes.

No, that's not the one.

Yes. See?

Michael Aleen,

that's me, all day long.

So, there were photographs?

Yes.

Of Dr. Lawrence?

Not exactly.

Take a wild guess.

Aren't they beautiful?

Has anyone ever told you

your pranks might be funnier

if they weren't so predictable?

That one on top is my favourite.

Dr. Lawrence uses these

in your therapy?

Yes.

I'm sure he'd be very proud

of your conduct here this morning,

Michael.

You're upset because you believed me.

But now, you're relieved...

'cause you think...

No, no, that's not true.

I mean, maybe you think it's clever,

getting me to open drawers.

But you accuse any doctor

of inappropriate behaviour,

you're gonna get a reaction.

Doesn't mean I believe you.

But that was just foreplay.

I think there's more in that envelope.

Please, it's not that small.

Is this you?

Yes, that's me.

I was only 15. Not bad, eh?

There should be some close-ups as well,

towards the end.

Jesus!

Yeah, I didn't want to believe any of it.

But this created a doubt.

Of course.

That explains this poor young man's

unbalanced behaviour.

Dr. Lawrence has nothing to do with these.

Please explain to me exactly

how it's OK for a shrink

to have naked pictures of his patients?

- Well, how did he get them?

- How am I supposed to know?

- Who cares? I'm giving you evidence...

- This isn't evidence of anything!

Aside from for your inability

to distinguish a sexual deviant

from an innocent patient, no, it isn't.

' Yes?

Sorry to interrupt, Dr. Greene.

Sergeant Taylor wants to speak with you.

Something to do with Dr. Lawrence.

Well, tell him I'll call him right back.

Oh, actually, he's here, Dr. Greene.

Downstairs?

Yes.

All right, I'll be right down.

- And that was...

- No one.

- No One? Is that Never Mind's stepsister?

- Miss Peterson, would you please

come and keep an eye on Mr. Allen?

Coming, Dr. Greene.

- Aleen. Ah-leen. It's not that hard.

- Sit down.

What's the magic word?

Sit.

Close enough.

Is it the police, Dr. Greene?

Pop quiz!

My interests include

inappropriate relations with children

and I rhyme with "chamomile."

I'll be right back. I just...

I need to take care of something.

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