Patient Seven Page #3

I need to bury that

thing before 3 am

or I don't get the bounty!

- The bounty!

Oooh, a prize!

Like a Halloween scavenger hunt?

That's what you meant

earlier when you said

there's plenty of us doing it!

OMG, I'm so thick!

Well we can help you.

It sounds like so much fun!

- I don't--

- come on guys!

We've gotta do this!

- Mate!

Of course we'll help

you bury the body!

And get the f***in' prize!

The least we can do, mate.

- To the woods!

Right in here.

Start her up, my friend!

Come on!

- This will do.

Stay here.

- Where are we?

We were driving

for over an hour.

- Perfect!

- Right gents.

Follow the trail and

you'll spot a bonfire,

get it lit, drop him in

the hole and cover him.

I'll come and join you

shortly to finish things up.

- Ah, dick!

Dick!

- All good?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Feel the weight on

this little bugger.

- Wow.

Yeah, that's really

got some clout to it.

There you go.

- What the f***?

What the actual f***?

- Alan.

- Keep back.

Keep back!

- Alan!

- F***!

No, please!

Please, no!

Please!

- All done here.

So.

Maggie.

What do you fancy doing?

- Did you get your prize?

- So to speak.

Do you fancy coming

back to mine for a bit?

- Only if you're sure.

I wouldn't wanna keep

you up any longer.

- I'm sure I've got

one more in me tonight.

Is there a problem, officer?

- Trouble

with the Van?

- No, we're fine.

We literally just

headed out here to

get away from the city

lights for a while.

We're just heading home now,

had a bit of a mad one.

- I see.

Yeah, well make sure you do.

We've got lots of nasty

reports this evening,

don't want any more.

You two be on your way.

And you, make sure she

gets home all right.

- Absolutely, officer.

Take care now!

Prick.

- Did they fall for it?

- Yeah mate,

f***in' hook, line and sinker!

Some bloke knobbing his bird.

Fair play to him actually,

she was quite fit, you know?

- Oh man!

This is so much

better than last year

when we dressed up as priests!

- I f***ing

love Halloween!

- So let me get this straight.

You have this

recurring nightmare...

Where you're murdered,

wrapped in this plastic,

carted all over town

and yet you could see,

feel and hear absolutely

everything that was going on?

- Yes.

- That's absolutely amazing.

You know what I think?

I think you're a lying,

manipulative miscreant.

Who's given up on life

and decided to live

in this institution where

you can get three squares

and a free bed every night.

You are a pathetic

waste of human life,

and I'm going to make

sure that you live

in this self-made

nightmare of yours

for the rest of your life.

- No, no, no!

- Don't touch that.

I want the patient to

remain wrapped in plastic.

Doctor's orders.

Now get him out of here.

Bring in patient 100174.

Born in reykjavk, Iceland.

Gabrielle fled to the

United States in the hope of

avoiding prosecution for

the murder of a woman

she believed her American fiance

was having an affair with.

Upon her capture,

her fiance's attorney

struck a plea deal

with Icelandic authorities

to keep her stateside,

with the condition that she stay

in a maximum security

psychiatric institution

for the remainder of her life.

She's been in this facility

for over 10 years now.

Gabrielle continues

to deny the charges,

claiming they were

attacked by zombies.

After a detailed

observation by Dr. Victor,

it has been concluded

that she suffers from

severe bipolar

disorder, depression,

and is prone to extreme, and

often violent, outbursts.

She claims to suffer from

a recurring dream of a...

So-called zombie attack.

- Come on, get her up.

We gotta go.

- Ah.

Gabrielle.

Please, have a seat.

- I think you're wasting

your time, Dr. Marcus.

She hasn't spoken a word

of English in years.

Really?

Why do you believe this is

such a waste of your time?

Hmm?

Well first, I'd like

you to just have a seat,

so why don't you just

sit down?

Gentlemen, I won't

need you any further.

I'll call you if I do.

Yes, I wrote those.

Are you impressed?

I wanna help you.

And I know you understand

what I'm saying, Gabrielle.

True.

I'm writing a book.

Along the way, I might

be able to help you.

I really do wanna help you.

Nobody believes you.

Hmm?

Maybe if you told me

what happened,

I could help you find

peace in all this?

Hmm?

I'm going to turn

on the camera now.

Okay?

- It's okay.

It really is.

I understand, I know

what you are Gabrielle.

You

are a

sick, evil, jealous person,

who brutally murdered a young

lady because you thought

she was having an

affair with your fiance.

And on top of all that,

you want everyone to

believe that a zombie

bit her face off.

- Go to hell!

- Oh, look at that.

The murderer speaks English.

- You liar!

You said you would help me!

I'll kill you!

- Got her.

- Next.

Originally from New Zealand,

Sarah has been institutionalized

since she was 15 years old.

Her parents moved her stateside

when she was 12 in

hopes of getting her

the best mental

healthcare possible.

After attempting suicide,

her parents thought it best

that she be admitted here.

She often wakes up screaming

in the middle of the night and

keeps asking for her shovel.

- The sedatives are kicking in.

Dude.

I'm sick of this job,

she tried to bite me!

- Stop being such a p*ssy, okay?

- Are you boys ready

for me yet, or what?

F*** it, let's do this.

- Come on.

- Where the f*** is

my bloody shovel?

- Hey!

Watch your mouth!

- No no, that's fine.

Leave us.

It's all right, I'll be okay.

I'll be fine, I'll be fine.

Sarah, I am Dr. Marcus.

- Hmm, I gathered that.

- I'd like to ask

you a few questions.

- About the murder?

- To start with, yes.

- Ludicrous, you know.

I was put away for the

murder of my best friend.

- You deny doing that?

- My friend was unhappy,

she committed suicide.

- Yeah, but you buried the body.

- Before she did it she asked me

to hide her away afterwards.

It's that simple.

I was just trying

to be a good friend.

That's what I told my parents.

They decided to

move us stateside,

hoping that I could

get some help.

But I don't need any help.

I didn't do anything.

But I bet it'd make

a juicy chapter

for that book you're

going to write, huh?

- Does it bother you

that I'm writing a book?

- Your fame is mine,

isn't that right, doc?

- Sarah, I'm here to help you.

Why don't you tell me what

really happened?

- It was just another day.

Well...

I guess it wasn't

exactly the average day

in the life of a 12 year old.

- Well what do we say?

- Let's just tell

her it's going to be okay.

- We don't know that!

- I don't

know, I've never had

to deal with a

situation like this.

- Well neither have I!

- - Good!

- What are

you doing, honey?

- Making a card for Vic.

- Oh, that's,

that's wonderful!

- Do you think she'll sleep

with the angels like Nana?

- What, no.

- Absolutely not, honey.

- Poor Vic.

I found one, and

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