Mr. Jones Page #5

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What happened?

I swallowed some aspirin.

How many?

Seventy-three heavy-duty,

full-strength Tylenol.

I was young.

It was on a full stomach...

and my roommates found me.

There's something I want you to know.

Ever since that night...

l have never...

ever...

had a headache.

True story.

I believe you.

How you doing, man?

Howard?

Howard!

- What are you doing here?

- I've come to see you, boy.

Did they get you, too?

- You look good, man.

- Yeah.

- For real.

- I'm getting there. I'm getting there.

- How long have I been in here?

- A month.

Month. Time flies.

Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry to interrupt,

but could I ask a question?

Sure.

- Did you drive here?

- I did.

- What kind of car do you have?

- Pickup.

You know you're injecting poisons

into our food and our bodies?

Okay, Mr. Wilson. Thank you.

- Thought that guy was your doctor.

- It's hard to tell sometimes.

Like with these three over there.

Now, Howard, you tell me.

Which one there is the patient?

The lady. The sad-looking lady.

That is my doctor.

What about these over here?

The little girl?

Tried to kill herself three times.

And the big lady over here, big fat lady?

All right. Okay. All right. All right, man.

- I came to see you. Okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Come on, man. Come on.

When can you get out of here?

I don't know.

I don't know.

And this woman is so awful to me.

You got my number. Call me anytime.

What is this? What is this? What?

You will not believe this, man.

You won't believe what happened to me.

I'm walking down the street,

day before yesterday.

The sky opens up....

Listen, I hear this voice saying:

"Give this to Mr. Jones. "

Mr. Altman?

Mr. Altman, I don't think you're supposed

to be off the unit.

- Mr. Altman?

- My wife....

What's the matter with your wife,

Mr. Altman?

She didn't come.

You expected her to come today

and she didn't come?

Is that it?

- She did not come to visit.

- I understand.

Okay. Why don't we go back to your room

and then you can call her.

Mr. Altman?

Mr. Altman?

Do you think she's f***ing around?

I do. I think she's f***ing around on me.

Just let's walk back, you and l,

to your ward and call her.

Is that okay?

Come on.

Hey, Arnie! Arnie!

I gotta talk to you, man.

I gotta talk to you about something!

Hey, you look good, man! You look good!

- My wife is f***ing around!

- That ain't your wife! That's a doctor.

Your wife's not here!

- She didn't come to see me!

- She'll come. Here's protection.

You feel good! You feel real good!

Feel good!

- You feel real good!

- I feel good.

Have you seen my wife?

We need a medic over here.

Wait a minute! Sh*t!

No! It's the wrong guy!

Wait a minute!

No! I feel good! I feel good!

Wait. Wait. You okay? You all right?

Dr. Bowen, are you all right?

What happened? Did he hit you? Where?

Here.

I just wanted to say thank you.

I thought about buying you something...

but what do you buy a person

who saves your life?

It's no big deal.

Yes. Very big deal. Biggest deal there is.

Now you got a war story.

Something you can tell around

the campfire to the kiddies.

Scare them to death.

You can't let that big guy corner you

like that again.

You're "Old Doc Twinkletoes," remember?

- I'll remember.

- Okay. You do that.

- Mr. Jones?

- Yeah?

Want to play?

With you?

Love-one.

My serve.

Love-two.

All right! We know it's two-love.

Thank you very much.

- I had to do it.

- It's my point.

Love-three.

- Whose point?

- Her point.

- Who the f*** made you scorekeeper?

- Official tournament rules.

My point.

- Don't cheat.

- I'm not cheating, you're cheating.

My point.

- You can't do that!

- It didn't hit the table.

- Yes!

- I got it!

- It was off the table. What's the score?

- Wilson, it hit!

- One-three.

- No! It is not her point!

- Touched the table.

- It wasn't her point! It did not hit!

Bad manners, you lose a point!

We got ten people watching this.

I got the point.

- We'll play the point over.

- It was my point.

It was my point, but we'll play it over.

- Come on, let's go.

- Wait a minute.

Why is it I keep winning

and she gets the points?

My point.

It touched the table. Tournament rules!

What do you mean? That was my point!

Shut the f*** up!

You shut the f*** up!

I'm going to win this game!

- F*** you!

- F*** you!

F*** you, too! You son of a b*tch!

F***ing nutsos.

- Ready?

- Okay, all right.

My point again.

Okay, all right, give me the ball.

Give me the ball.

Wait a minute here. Give me the ball.

- I haven't got it!

- I saw you!

I didn't...

- Give me the ball. We're playing a game!

- Bad manners, you lose a point!

"Escalator to manager's office. "

So I have to go to him!

Mr. Jones, medication for you.

Mr. Jones, it's time for your medication.

I'm watching the cartoon.

Let me get to the bottom of this!

- It's time for your medication.

- I said, not today.

- Mr. Jones, it's time for...

- I said, don't!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I can't do this anymore.

I appreciate you trying so hard.

I gotta get out of here.

Is it the medication?

Elizabeth, I am a junkie.

I really need my highs.

I really miss my highs very badly.

And the lows?

Yeah, well...

guess I'll take my chances.

Listen to me.

When you first came to this hospital

you were suicidal, right?

I didn't come to this hospital.

I came to you.

I guess maybe I owe you my life.

Well, then, we're even.

Thank you again...

for helping me the other day.

It was so wonderful to see the way

you dealt with Mr. Altman.

You have such a gift with people.

You do, I envy you.

You have so much to offer.

Please, don't give up.

When I was 3 years old...

l played Mozart.

By the time I was 12,

I had read everything.

When I was 18...

l was the centre of the universe.

And then I woke up one day,

and I was in a mental institution.

I'm not normal.

I've never been normal.

I can't live down here anymore.

I can't do it. I can't.

I can't do it by myself.

No. Not by yourself.

It hurts.

We're grateful for all you've done.

But we feel that we can handle it

from this point on.

We do have a large and supportive family.

Dr. Bowen, what do you think?

I think you're ready to go back to school.

You're so much stronger now.

You feel stronger, don't you?

Yeah.

But I do think we need

to continue your treatment.

So we'll just go back

to our Tuesday morning sessions.

Okay, Amanda?

Actually, my parents have this friend

that's a therapist...

and they would like me to try

a few sessions with him.

- 'Bye.

- 'Bye.

- Thank you.

- Good-bye.

'Bye.

So, you call me if you need me? Promise?

Okay? Okay.

Let's be optimistic.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- I have a meeting.

I can be late.

- No. No, that's all right.

- Tomorrow?

Yeah, I needed to talk to you.

- You find me!

- Okay!

Libbie. Libbie, come here a minute.

All right, I want you to meet Dr. Bowen.

All right? This is Susan.

Hello.

She was with Mr. Jones

at the Beethoven concert.

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