Mr. Jones Page #6

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- She'd like to have a word with you.

- Okay.

He was just so special.

He was unexpected and exciting...

and just crazy enough

to make the afternoon interesting.

In what way, crazy?

Well, crazy.

Like, for instance,

we were in this hotel and...

this room-service guy comes

with some champagne and...

he calls this guy right into the bathroom.

We were both in the bathtub.

And he just stood up, you know?

He was, like, completely naked.

I guess you had to be there.

Even if he were here,

it would be confidential.

And we're not allowed to give out

any information about patients.

I'm really sorry.

Can I just give you my phone number,

in case?

Yeah, of course.

You know, I don't think he's married

or anything.

He did talk about another woman

in his life though.

Ellen. Ellen something?

She was a music student.

Do you remember her last name?

Ellen something.

He said she died.

I figured that gave me

a little edge over her.

So, who is it that we're looking for?

- A music student.

- Yes?

- Female.

- Yes?

- Here in the mid '70s.

- Yes?

- First name, Ellen.

- Yes?

- That's it?

- That's it.

This could take a while.

What do you want me to talk about today?

Anything you like.

Anything? Let's talk about you.

Okay, you choose.

Ellen.

- Ellen? Which Ellen?

- Your Ellen.

My Ellen? Yeah, my Ellen. Sure.

Ellen.

Ellen was probably the only person...

who ever really loved me.

The most beautiful red hair.

She thought I could be...

Mozart, Shakespeare, Einstein,

Picasso, Nijinsky.

And then she was gone.

How did she die?

She fell off a trapeze.

No, she was run over by a cement mixer.

What difference does it make?

She's gone. She's dead.

None.

What was her last name?

I don't remember.

Was it Ryan?

Ellen Ryan?

You are one very, very sick motherf***er.

What have you been doing,

spying on me? Miss FBl?

I spoke to her.

Ellen Ryan is now Mrs. Ellen Naughton.

She lives in lowa. She has two children.

She was so happy to hear

that you were being helped...

because the whole time

you were together...

you would never admit

that there was anything wrong.

That's why she had to leave you.

No. She died.

- No.

- She died.

She didn't die.

- Are your parents still alive?

- My parents never were alive.

F*** you, you sick motherf***er.

Who the f*** do you think you are?

You think you're a f***ing doctor?

You're full of sh*t! You're sick!

I'm not sick! You don't treat me

like a f***ing sick person!

I don't skulk around! I don't f***ing spy!

You're not a sick person,

you're a person with a sickness.

Don't f***ing talk to me about sick!

You're sick!

The disease is not who you are.

It's separate from you, and can be treated.

I am what I am! This is what I am!

And f*** you!

You're not a friend of mine!

You have no right to talk to me!

I don't need this. What am I doing?

I don't f***ing need this.

I don't need it at all.

I don't have to be here. And I'm going.

'Bye, see you around, pal.

Damn!

Why? Why? Why? Dumb!

What do you expect?

You go there to see some stupid....

Don't you ever do it again!

Why am I doing it again?

What do you expect?

You go to a hospital looking for....

All right. Stupid!

Stupid, why do you do this? Stupid!

- Don't do it again.

- Get in the car!

- Please! Let's talk.

- Get out of here!

Please, just get in the car!

Can't we just talk?

- I don't want to talk.

- Please!

Get away from me!

You're sicker than I thought you were!

Get out of here!

Can you please just stop and listen to me?

All right, what? What do you want?

What?

You don't even know, do you?

All right, all right, I forgive you.

Now, just get the hell away from me.

Look, I was wrong, okay? I've never

violated a patient's privacy before.

And you still haven't.

'Cause I'm not your patient!

I never was! You get it?

I checked myself in! I checked myself out!

My mistake was looking for a friend

in a hospital! I'm not gonna do it again!

Ellen said she thinks

about you all the time.

She never passes a music store...

or a concert hall without looking

for your work.

Shut up!

- Why'd you say she was dead?

- I'm warning you!

Why'd you say it? Tell me!

Because she is dead, that's why!

And so are you!

What about my work? My work?

Why didn't she come looking for me?

She couldn't do that, could she?

Why the f*** not?

Too much trouble, that's why.

I was too much f***ing trouble

for everybody!

My whole f***ing life, everyone I met,

too much trouble!

Let me tell you something,

you get it together.

Find a way to make it all right!

Don't think you will, but you do!

- You feel sorry for yourself, don't you?

- I got this really good little trick.

You see, you're not human anymore!

None of you! You're not human!

You're like goldfish! All of you!

- One dies, I get another one!

- You want human? I'll give you human!

You're going to blow the back

of your head off!

Or jump, or hang or do anything

to turn off the pain! Aren't you?

- Admit it!

- I'm warning you!

You're gonna do it and you know it!

Take your hands off me!

When you finally do, when all your charm...

and all the wonderful things

that you could be are gone forever...

I'll just be left here...

with an intensely human,

unprofessional rip in my heart.

That terrifies the hell out of me.

- Elizabeth.

- What?

What the hell are we doing here?

I don't know.

Would that be a problem for you, Libbie?

Sorry?

Would it be a problem for you

to supervise some additional cases?

No. No, of course not. That's fine.

Dr. Bowen?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

You have the most beautiful smile.

I just wanted to say, "Hello".

You're a doctor. You can fix my life.

Right?

- Can I talk to you?

- Yeah, just a sec. Did you see this?

I want to take myself off the Jones case...

and I was hoping

that you could take over.

- Why?

- What?

Why?

Because I really think it's for the best.

The best?

It's not the best for me.

I slept with him.

You want to say that again.

I slept with him.

For Christ's sake! What the f***

do you think you were doing?

Twelve years of training as a psychiatrist,

and you blow it off!

First of all, you'll be fired.

Then, if Mr. Jones, solid,

stable citizen that he is...

chooses to press charges,

you could be prosecuted.

You could go to jail.

You could go to f***ing jail!

Do you understand that?

- I'll resign.

- Great! Fine! Beautiful.

You f*** one of the patients...

and all the rest of them lose

one of the best therapists...

Patrick, please. Help me.

Okay. Come here.

All right, this is the deal.

You cannot see him again.

- I have to see him once to explain.

- Libbie, listen to me.

You cannot see him again.

If you do, I will turn you in.

This is not about protecting myself,

the hospital. It's about him, the patient.

It has nothing to do

with how I feel about you.

I would do that. Do you understand?

I would turn you in.

Do you understand me?

- Do you understand me?

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