Pickman's Muse Page #2

PlCKMAN:
l've never seen anything like this.

ARTDEALER:
This is one of his last pieces. His most radical

change in style.

ART DEALER:
Don 't stare at it too long; it'll give you one hell of

a headache.

ART DEALER:
Something he does with the angles, the way

they are all wrong like that.

ART DEALER:
You 'll get a pain in your head a handful of

aspirins won 't get rid of -- trust me.

ART DEALER:
Hideous and beautiful all at the

same time -- isn 't it?

PlCKMAN:
l'd give anything to paint like this.

ART DEALER:
He had such an incredible imagination .

ART DEALER:
No matter how horrible the image, you feel as if

you know it, or should know it.

PlCKMAN:
Like a forgotten nightmare...

ART DEALER:
Look at the faces of the victims.

ART DEALER:
The anguish is so real, and every inch of that

strange landscape holds a weight to it, a truth.

ART DEALER:
As if it were drawn from a photograph

and not pulled from his imagination .

ART DEALER:
As if he were there.

ART DEALER:
He would go on and on about anotherworld that

he said he was able to look upon through a secret window.

ART DEALER:
He was painting like an out of control fire.

ART DEALER:
At times l almost though the was afraid of what

would happen if he should stop...

ART DEALER:
But nothing kept him from getting his worlds

onto canvas.

ART DEALER:
Even when he ran out of supplies,

he found a way...

ART DEALER:
When he ran out of canvases, he simply painted

overwhat was his first obsession ...

PlCKMAN:
lt's the church... The church on Federal Hill.

ART DEALER:
lt's almost like a watermark for any of

Goodie's final work.

GUARD:
Dr. Dexter, l'm glad to see you . l've been paging you .

DR. DEXTER:
ls Doctor Meyer alright?.

GUARD:
Yes.

DR. DEXTER:
Was he with Goodie Hines?

GUARD:
He's still down there.

DR. DEXTER:
l was in the otherwing. The orderly told me....

Are you all right?

RlCHARD:
Yes. l'll be fine.

RlCHARD:
lt's just a scratch; it'll heal.

RlCHARD:
l'm not so sure about my pride.

DR. DEXTER:
What happened?

RlCHARD:
l wasn 't paying attention . l was concentrating on my

notes, and l let Goodie get too close...

RlCHARD:
He managed to get my fountain pen from me.

DR. DEXTER:
Oh, Richard..!

RlCHARD:
l know, l know. l feel so foolish.

DR. DEXTER:
That's all l need today, Goodie Hines with a pen .

DR. DEXTER:
You know how hard it's going to be to

get that pen from him?

DR. DEXTER:
We might as well be trying to unscrew

all his limbs.

RlCHARD:
l'm sorry. l feel like a first year resident.

DR. DEXTER:
No, the important thing is you 're all right.

DR. DEXTER:
l want you to get down to the infirmary and have

that hand cleaned thoroughly.

DR. DEXTER:
We'll take care of this...

DR. DEXTER:
Get nurse Julie. She's good with sedatives.

Lithium.

GUARD:
She's already on the way.

RlCHARD:
Are you sure?

DR. DEXTER:
lt'll be fine. Go to the infirmary.

RlCHARD:
And don 't think about keeping that pen ...

RlCHARD:
lt was a gift from my fatherwhen l got my degree.

DR. DEXTER:
l'll get the pen . l might ask forthe degree back.

RlCHARD:
Ouch, that hurt doctor.

DR. DEXTER:
lt was meant to...

DR. DEXTER:
Goodie, we can 't let you keep that pen .

DR. DEXTER:
We need him sedated and restrained.

GOODlE:
Don 't take it away from me! Don 't take it away!

GOODlE:
l can draw you the truth!

GOODlE:
l can draw you all the forgotten gods and forgotten

places that man refuses to see...

GOODlE:
Let me draw it for you ! Let me draw it for you !

Let me draw it for you ..!

VOICE.. Come- to us. Robe-rt .

VOICE.. Come- to us...

VOICE.. Robe-rt ...

VOICE.. Robe-rt ...

VOICE.. Robe-rt ...

VOICE.. Come- to us...

[SEE]

VOICE.. Se-e-...

PlCKMAN:
l didn 't do that painting...

PlCKMAN:
l didn 't do that.

PlCKMAN:
l didn 't do that painting.

PlCKMAN:
l didn 't paint that...

VOICE.. Don 't stop. Ke-e-p painting.

PlCKMAN:
Who's there?

VOICE:
So much more to see...

There is more to see...

PlCKMAN:
What do you want?

VOICE.. Sign your work .

VOlCE:
There is so much more we can show you , Robert.

VOICE.. Just sign your work ...

VOICE.. Sign your work ...

LANDLADY:
Mr. Pickman ...

PlCKMAN:
l can 't be bothered with this right now.

LANDLADY:
l'm so sorry, Mr. Pickman .

LANDLADY:
But l thought we arranged for you to meet

my niece tonight.

LANDLADY:
She spent all morning cooking.

LANDLADY:
What do you think Mr. Pickman ?

She is pretty, no?

PlCKMAN:
Yeah...fine...you know -- whatever...

PlCKMAN:
Come on in ... let's just get this overwith...

LANDLADY:
What is this thing you are doing in my apartment..?

LANDLADY:
What sort of man are you ?!

LANDLADY:
Such horrible thing... lt's terrible.

LANDLADY:
lt must be destroyed!

LANDLADY:
lt's garbage!

LANDLADY:
...must go in garbage!

PlCKMAN:
Let go!

PlCKMAN:
Don 't touch my things.

PlCKMAN:
l invite you into my house and you do this...

PlCKMAN:
Leave me!

DR. DEXTER:
What's wrong, dear...

DR. DEXTER:
...is Mr. Pickman alright?

NlECE:
No.

NlECE:
He's a terrible man .

NlECE:
Why would anyone paint those things?

DR. DEXTER:
Now slow down .

DR. DEXTER:
Tell me exactly what happened.

NlECE:
My Aunt brought me up to introduce me to Mr. Pickman .

NlECE:
She said he was a good man .

NlECE:
But a good man would never paint those places.

NlECE:
My Aunt cursed at him when she saw

those ''things'' he had painted.

NlECE:
Horrible, horrible places.

NlECE:
The angles were all wrong...

NlECE:
...and they made me dizzy to look at them.

NlECE:
But they looked so real.

NlECE:
l don 't know how someone can imagine those

kinds of nightmares.

NlECE:
l called the police.

NlECE:
No one should allow what he has done.

NlECE:
Please don 't look at those paintings, for your own good.

NlECE:
l am so afraid.

NlECE:
l'm afraid l won 't be able to forget what l've seen .

POLlCEMAN:
Look, l need you to understand, there is nothing l

can do!

POLlCEMAN:
He hasn 't broken any laws.

LANDLADY:
Those are sins!

LANDLADY:
These things do not belong in this world.

LANDLADY:
l want him out.

POLlCEMAN:
Whoa... Whoa... Who are you ?!

DR. DEXTER:
l'm DoctorAmbrose Dexter.

DR. DEXTER:
l'm Robert Pickman 's physician .

DR. DEXTER:
l think l may be able to help...

LANDLADY:
l want him out!

LANDLADY:
Take him with you ...

LANDLADY:
Lock him in the nut home.

LANDLADY:
Look! Look at what he's brought into my home.

LANDLADY:
Look at it!

LANDLADY:
You see! You see!

LANDLADY:
An abomination on all that is good!

PlCKMAN:
You don 't like it, you don 't have to look at it.

LANDLADY:
lgnoring sin is more of a sin than sin itself.

LANDLADY:
Turning a blind eye, this is how evil is able to

slowly creep into this world.

LANDLADY:
Don 't you see what he's brought in here?

LANDLADY:
Why don 't you do something?!

POLlCEMAN:
There's nothing we can do.

POLlCEMAN:
By law he hasn 't done anything wrong.

LANDLADY:
Are you blind?!

POLlCEMAN:
Please, Lady, we can 't let you bother your

tenant like this.

POLlCEMAN:
He hasn 't broken any laws.

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