Frankie and Alice Page #4

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to your own suggestion?

You know I'm wary of hypnosis.

I haven't told her yet.

Multiple personality?

Who are they?

They're you, they're aspects of you,

your subconscious.

Okay, but why?

Well, that's what we have to find out.

Okay, so what you're saying is

I got all these different people

livin' inside me, right?

But I don't know who they are?

Well, we all have different personalities

and different selves

"Do I contradict myself?

Very well, then, I contradict myself.

"I am large. I contain multitudes."

It's Whitman.

I know who it is. He was a racist fag.

Well, I don't think that covers him entirely.

Well...

At least you ain't been

wasting your time, Doc.

'Cause I'm crazy as a shithouse rat.

- Yeah?

- Hey, Maxine, it's me.

- Frankie?

- Hey, Mama.

You still wearing that necklace I gave you?

Of course I am!

Where have you been?

I needed to take a little break, Mama,

so I went down to Florida.

That sounds real nice.

Take care of yourself, baby, all right?

Okay, Mama.

I will.

Well, Doctor?

Again, I find myself unable

to properly address you.

No names.

A little mystery adds spice, don't you think?

Now, Doctor,

I sincerely hope I didn't offend you

when I made that reference to your religion

but I was bewildered by whatever that was

you'd administered that girl.

- You feel the effects of the sedative?

- Of course!

I suffer every abuse

she inflicts on this body.

Frankie likes to drink, doesn't she?

She certainly does.

At least her taste runs to bourbon.

It's that vile marijuana I can't stand.

Do you think it's got something to do with

something she's trying to cover up,

some bad feelings about the past, or...

Doctor, do we have to talk about her?

Let's talk about your wife.

Or don't you want to talk about that?

No, it's fine.

We weren't compatible.

Did you learn this from Frankie?

Well, that girl does know how to read a man,

I have to give her that.

And she ought to,

considering her occupation.

You find her promiscuous?

Well, now that's a fancy word

for an ugly tendency.

But you're different from her in that respect?

Why, Dr. Oswald,

whatever do you hope to imply?

I have nothing in common with that girl...

Except the unfortunate situation

of having to share this body.

And we'll see how long that lasts

because I'm getting tired

of having to step in for her.

Suffer her hangovers.

The smell of her encounters

still on the sheets.

They actually smell different

from you and me.

Don't you find that?

You mean black people?

Negroes... Yes.

Did you know that one of them claimed

in a book that Beethoven was a colored?

Beethoven!

I'd like you to tell me

a little about Paige Prescott.

I tried calling her family,

but they weren't prepared to talk to me.

Well that family has an inflated sense

of its own importance.

But you attended her wedding, didn't you?

At the Ambassador Hotel?

Looks like rain.

All right.

Tell me about Mr. Pete.

Did you know him back in Georgia?

- Did he do something to Frankie?

- She wasn't fit to lick his boots.

So they knew each other?

How sad.

I was right.

You're just a bore.

She thinks she's white?

Well, one of her multiples does.

It's the child I want to try to reach.

She's a helper.

She's very smart.

The woman, on the other hand,

who thinks she's white,

she's far too strong. She's a problem.

I thought the county sent her to us

under 4011.6.

It says here, the charges against her

have been dropped?

I'm working on having her sign

a 6000 voluntary admission,

but I don't want to rush it.

I don't want any of the alters

to walk out on me.

And you're certain

she's not just making this up?

Well...

You said it yourself.

She's intelligent, imaginative...

No.

Girl, your head looks just like a feather bed.

Come on.

Pretty girl like you

oughta make something of herself.

Come on now, when's the last time

you combed through this hair?

What medication do you have her on?

Nothing.

Just the sedative when I induce hypnosis.

I don't want anything

to interfere with her therapy.

The wrong medication could cause

an alter to predominate.

Then what happens to Murdoch?

- If an alter predominates?

- Yeah.

She'd no longer be Murdoch.

Sit down.

Hi!

- You ever had a flip?

- My friend.

Just bring it down...

I'll get my iron, we'll straighten this out

and just flip it back.

That's my friend, Frankie.

That's gonna look so nice on you.

- This one goes way back to 1957.

-It'll make you feel better, to do your hair.

You know you got a pretty face.

If I had a face like yours,

you know my hair would be straight.

It's gonna look a whole lot better.

Afterwards, it gets tight like this.

I'm gonna get my iron. You're gonna look

real nice. You're gonna feel better.

What are you doing?

This is my brother!

Get out my house, you filthy degenerate!

Get out! Get out! Get out!

Make you feel good?

Bonnie! Eva!

Peter!

Code green!

Eva, get some help!

Get your filthy...

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Miss Murdoch!

You're gonna have to control yourself!

Subdue her! Subdue her!

"No man could bind him, no,

not with chains..."

Keep the area around her clear!

Miss Murdoch, I need you to calm down.

"Bound with fetters and chains..."

Come on, give it to me now!

"The chains were plucked asunder by..."

- Hold her still. There you go. Okay.

-"The fetters torn him to pieces..."

"Neither could any man tame him."

ls everyone okay?

Let's get her back to her room.

Everybody, now.

Nurse, please?

It was like she was a whole other person.

She just went off on me.

- What triggered the switch?

-l don't know.

- What made her attack?

-l don't know.

Think!

- We had the radio playing.

-What was it?

It was some old song. [can't remember.

What?

What is it?

Frankie?

Mr. Oz?

Mr. Oz?

Hello, Genius!

I hope you don't mind if I call you that?

That's a mighty big name.

You're a very smart kid.

Now, there's a game I'd like you to play.

I did notice that you have a squint,

so I got you these.

It's a writing game.

You like words, don't you?

I want you to think of words

that mean something to Frankie.

I want you to write them down for me.

Can you do that?

Think of words and names, like Mr. Pete.

What?

Did he hurt Frankie?

He hurt her real bad.

Ain't nobody ever hurt Frankie

like Mr. Pete did.

What about the woman I've been talking to?

The Southern one?

You know her name?

You know her name?

- Sorry!

- I ain't done with that!

Thank you!

Here. Write her name.

"Alice."

'This contract is an agreement between you,

the patient, Francine L. Murdoch

and alternate personalities

Alice and Genius, and Dr. Joseph Oswald.

AII concerned are expected to respect.

Please do not sign the contract

until you are satisfied

"with the terms and conditions of it.

"If you are not satisfied,

you are strongly advised

to discuss the matters

with me, Dr. Joseph Oswald.

She's her usual charming self this morning.

Coffee?

Why, thank you, Doctor.

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