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MARTIN AND OATMAN

MARTIN:

It'll be depressing.

DR. OATMAN

How do you know?

MARTIN:

I just know.

DR. OATMAN

Say more.

MARTIN:

They'll have husbands and wives and

children and houses and dogs....

made themselves a part of something.

And they can talk about what they

do. What am I going to say?

(sarcastic)

"I killed the President of Paraguay

with a fork."

Oatman twitches nervously, almost spilling his coffee.

DR. OATMAN

You needn't be so frank with me about

your work.

MARTIN:

Why not. I trust you. You couldn't

turn me in because of Doctor-Patient

privilege... and I don't want to be

"withholding"... and I know where

you live.

DR. OATMAN

You know where I live?

MARTIN:

We're both professionals, Oatman.

DR. OATMAN

I think what you fear Martin is

domesticity. It's the greatest fear

that men have who belong to Western

Culture. It's centuries old. Like

King Phillip, in the 11th or 12th

century who decided one day that he

was so bored with his dreary life at

home with his wife he thought, "Well,

wouldn't it be great if we hit the

road and fought... oh... the

Saracens." So he put the word out

and was amazed when a million men

signed up and all of them wanted to

go and fight in distant lands and do

terrible things to people rather

than stay at home with their families.

MARTIN:

So you're saying that Ulysses--

everything he said to his queen when

he came back--everything was a lie?

He just wanted to f*** around?

DR. OATMAN

Yes.

MARTIN:

Mmm.

Beat.

DR. OATMAN

And how have you been feeling about

your... work lately?

MARTIN:

Uneasy. Dispassionate. Bored. It's

just getting hard to go to work in a

good mood. I'm starting to think

I've been in the business too long.

Last week I did a guy younger than

me.

INT. CHURCH -

SERIES OF QUICK SHOTS:

MARTIN:

From the back of the darkened empty church, we see him mount

the altar. A priest in fact.

MARTIN'S HANDS

open the gilded doors to reveal the chalice. He removes it,

squirts a clear liquid into the cup, and swishes it out. He

returns the chalice to the cabinet.

MARTIN (V.O.)

The church seems to be purging itself

of it's pedophile.

MARTIN:

Sits in the back pew of the church, now crowded for Mann. He

watches the PRIEST lift the chalice into the air, murmur a

prayer, and drink from it. The Priest collapses behind the

altar.

MARTIN (V.O.)

It's a bull market.

C.U. OF ALTAR CARPET

The chalice bounces free from the Priest's hand as it hits

the ground.

MARTIN (V.O.)

Anyway, that never use to happen. I

was always the prodigy. Now I'm just

one of the guys.

DR. OATMAN (V.O.)

Maybe some of the discomfort you're

feeling is... guilt. Remorse. Over

the innocent people you've killed.

INT. OATMAN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

MARTIN:

If I show up at your door, chances

are you did something to bring me

there. I don't care about that stuff,

anyway.

DR. OATMAN

What stuff?

MARTIN:

(dismissive)

Morality.

Oatman's glad the session's just about over.

DR. OATMAN

Go to your reunion, Martin. See those

people and discover what they mean

to you. Try not to kill anybody for

a few days, see how you feel.

MARTIN:

If I get antsy I'll kill a few small

animals.

OATMAN:

Now we're making progress.

INT. CONDO - NIGHT

Very dark. No pictures or plants. Almost no furniture, and

what he does have is black. The only sign of life is a CAT.

The cat watches on as Martin sorts through a cardboard box,

finally coming to a photo album.

CAT:

Meow.

MARTIN:

Just a minute.

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