Frankie and Alice Page #3

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Do you know your IQ?

They tell me it's pretty good.

- Up around 130.

Last year in March, when you checked

into Kedren Community Health,

you tested 156.

That's pretty high, ain't it?

Technically, it's genius.

What can I say, my mama ain't raised

no suckers.

No. You don't understand.

It's not possible

to have such wildly divergent results.

Or if it is, it's highly irregular.

And then a third time, at Gateways,

you scored a little better than average.

Guess they took one look at a black stripper

and decided she wasn't no Einstein.

Left-handed, right-handed.

Nearsighted, 20120 vision.

Blood-pressure, 120 over 80.

- Hold on, Doc.

Enough about me.

How about we talk about you for a second.

When did she leave?

- What?

-Your wife.

When did she leave you?

I noticed you got you a tan line

on your ring finger but it's faint.

So that tells me you didn't just take that off

before work today.

It's been off.

That's very observant.

I grew up in Georgia in the '50s.

You learn to pay attention to skin color.

So how's that going for you, Doc?

On the way home...

Stop by the grocery,

pick you up a tuna on rye,

a fifth of whiskey?

It's kind of lonely, ain't it?

You really don't have to do this, you know.

There's no stigma attached to

mental illness. At least, not here.

So you don't have to be afraid.

Tell me what do you remember

about your arrest?

You were picked up

at the Ambassador Hotel.

You got into a fight.

Why were you at the Ambassador?

Checked into the Presidential Suite.

Heard it was real nice.

Before you went,

did you have any auditory hallucinations?

Any what?

Voices telling you what to do? Delusions?

- You mean voices in my head?

- Yes.

Like talking to me?

Hell, no! What do you think, I'm crazy?

Any feelings of paranoia

-or visual hallucinations?

-No.

How long have you had these blackouts?

Waking up in unfamiliar places?

I don't know.

Since your late teens, early 20s?

I don't know.

Try to remember...

Do you remember what you felt

before you decided to go?

Do you know why you wanted to go

to the Ambassador in the first place?

I don't remember!

Could you sit over there, please.

I'll check your ocular responses.

Look at me, please.

Look at my eyes... Look at my eyes.

Very good.

Look at me.

Miss? Hello, miss, can you hear me? Miss?

Look at me.

Do you have feelings of dissociation?

Miss?

You all right?

Miss?

Nurse Freeman will take you to your room.

I need some time alone with your file.

Shut your face! Shut it!

You never answered my question.

Do you ever have a feeling of dissociation

of being outside yourself?

Watching yourself perform actions

from an objective remove?

Honey, I picked out clothes for you.

These oughta be just about your size.

Don't you ever dare touch me!

And I choose what I wear.

Miss Murdoch?

You left your cigarettes.

I don't ever smoke, Doctor.

Tuna, right? [got tuna for Dr. Oz.

What else is good?

Ham salad, very good.

Chicken salad, very good.

Cheese salad, very good.

- Tuna?

- Tuna, yes.

If you were to go to sleep one night

and awake to find,

that by some unknown agency

you had been transported

to a cold, dark cave,

the rational mind provides

for one of only five possible explanations.

One, "I'm dead."

Two, 'Tm dreaming.

Three, 'Somebody played a trick on me.

Four, 'Tm crazy.

- Or?

- Or, five...

"I am in a cave."

I get it, Doc. You're trying to say I'm crazy.

Or somebody played a trick on you.

Who?

You.

If you trust me,

there's something I'd like to try.

Actually, I spent most of the 1950s,

1954 to 1962 to be exact, on acid.

Say what?

LSD. It's a synthetic hallucinogen.

I know what LSD is.

You just don't seem like that kind of dude.

"Turn on, tune in, drop out."

It was nothing like that.

I was investigating

the phenomenological effects

of LSD-25 on consciousness.

We were among the first in the world

to try it.

It was a rigorous study.

We tested over 900 patients.

Yeah, by getting folks high?

Well, it was a scientific experiment.

So basically, what you're saying is

you was responsible for the Grateful Dead?

I guess I was.

Doc, you got them Ding Dongs?

This is just a mild sedative...

To aid with hypnotic suggestion.

I want you to follow the light with your eyes.

And, as you do so, focus solely on the light.

You're drifting away.

There's nothing but the light.

You're drifting away.

Nothing but the light.

Hey, Frankie.

Frankie?

Nod your head if you can hear me?

Good.

There's someone else I'd like to meet.

Is that possible?

Hello.

Hi.

You're like that wizard from Oz

where Dorothy fell upon that witch?

- You like that film?

- I read the book.

I read books.

That's good.

How long you going to keep her here?

Who? Lucinda or Frankie?

From the Latin, Iucidus via Iucere,

meaning, "To shine."

An origin it shares with the word "lucid"

meaning "to think or see clearly."

I'm not keeping her here.

She's here of her own accord.

I'm just trying to help her.

Nobody ever care about Frankie.

Except for Mama.

And Mr. Pete.

But you try to help her, don't you?

When I can.

What stops you?

It's getting dark in here.

Want me to open the blinds?

Here. Have some water.

Good Lord.

Thank you.

May I ask who I'm speaking with?

Well, you never end a sentence

with a preposition, Doctor.

Isn't that what we were taught in school?

You know who I am.

That puts me

at a slight disadvantage, doesn't it?

Yes, it surely does.

Maybe Miss Murdoch would be kind enough

to make our introduction next time.

That's quite slippery of you, Doctor.

That is a trait that's common to your race.

You don't deny that you are Hebrew?

No.

Well, at any rate,

she won't be able to make an introduction,

because she won't remember

a word of our encounter.

How's that?

She's weak.

She's frightened.

She's incapable.

Is there anything she has trouble accepting?

Something that happened a long time ago?

In my experience,

doctors are almost always tiresome bores

and frequently drunks.

Which one are you, Dr. Oswald?

Are you gonna be working late?

Well, good night.

Good night.

Don't you all wanna watch something good?

Every species...

Jungle boogie

Jungle boogie

- Don't you want some jungle boogie?

- No.

- Yes, you do.

- No.

- Come on. Get up.

- No.

Me too. Yeah!

"Murdoch. Francine L.

"History of substance abuse,

amnesiac episodes, outbursts of rage."

Come on, Celeste. Up.

Jungle boogie

Jungle boogie

Schizophrenia?

Or manic depression, possibly.

We might start her on lithium.

I know what it is.

That's not the problem at all.

She has a dissociative identity disorder.

It's really quite extreme.

MPD?

Under hypnosis

and pentobarbital sedation...

she presented two quite distinct

and consistent alters.

Really? Quite a girl.

Yeah.

How can you be sure that it

wasn't a transient ego-state phenomenon?

A mood swing?

The girl is a pothead.

I was there.

Might she be responding

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