Pickman's Muse Page #5

PlCKMAN:
Not him...

PlCKMAN:
Not him...

PlCKMAN:
l mean anyone that can look out a window...

PlCKMAN:
The same window from the same building

day after day...

PlCKMAN:
...at asphalt and concrete...

PlCKMAN:
...and strip malls...

PlCKMAN:
And not go mad by the sameness of it all... is truly

the insane one.

DR. DEXTER:
Robert!

PlCKMAN:
Sit down !

DR. DEXTER:
You don 't know what you 're doing.

DR. DEXTER:
You have to get a hold of yourself.

DR. DEXTER:
This is incomprehensible...you don 't

understand...

PlCKMAN:
l do, l do, understand...

PlCKMAN:
l understand these pills...

PlCKMAN:
...these little pills you 've been giving me for years...

PlCKMAN:
...what? You trying to sedate me or something...?

PlCKMAN:
Well, l figured something out, Doc.

PlCKMAN:
There's not a pill in existence...

PlCKMAN:
that can make me see the world for anything than

what it is...

PlCKMAN:
...which is what?

PlCKMAN:
A prison .

PlCKMAN:
For once you 're going to help me.

PlCKMAN:
Because this is going to save me.

PlCKMAN:
So, thank you .

PlCKMAN:
Thank you .

PlCKMAN:
Dr. Mortenson to see Goodie Hines.

GUARD:
Let me make a quick phone call.

GUARD:
Hello, l'm trying to reach Dr. Dexter, please.

GUARD:
l understand. ls there any way you can reach him?

GUARD:
Would you please have him call down

to extension 200?

GUARD:
Thank you .

GUARD:
Sorry. He's not in .

PlCKMAN:
Yeah... l'm sorry too. Because you guys

have to understand...

PlCKMAN:
l'm going to get a lot of flack if l can 't see

Goodie today...this afternoon .

GUARD:
You know this wouldn 't happen if he would just fill

out his paperwork.

GUARD:
No, but it's like trying to pull teeth from him.

PlCKMAN:
But, you have to understand the situation this

puts me in ...

GUARD:
Here. Just sign it.

PlCKMAN:
Thank you .

GUARD:
Come on , Doctor, l'll take you down there.

PlCKMAN:
Thank you .

GUARD:
Go ahead and swipe your card for me, Doctor.

PlCKMAN:
lt's okay; l'm good from here.

GUARD:
lf you need anything, l'll be down the hall.

GOODlE:
You 're not a Doctor.

PlCKMAN:
Why do you say that?

GOODlE:
You reek of turpentine; your pores are saturated

with it.

GOODlE:
You 're an artist -- a painter.

PlCKMAN:
Yeah.

GOODlE:
l knew someone like you would come one day.

GOODlE:
l knew someone would carry on where l left off.

GOODlE:
You 've looked through the window.

GOODlE:
You 've seen with their eyes.

PlCKMAN:
Yes.

GOODlE:
Draw for me.

GOODlE:
Draw for me.

PlCKMAN:
l can 't.

GOODlE:
Please! Please!

GOODlE:
Draw me something you 've seen through the window.

GOODlE:
Draw me something or l'll call to the guard...

GOODlE:
and tell them what you really are.

GOODlE:
Why aren 't you drawing?

PlCKMAN:
Because, l said, l can 't.

GOODlE:
Are you just here to taunt me?

GOODlE:
Guard..!

PlCKMAN:
No games! l need your help!

PlCKMAN:
l need you to tell me what they want...

PlCKMAN:
...what they need from me!

PlCKMAN:
Because, they have shut me out!

PlCKMAN:
And l can 't see anymore!

GOODlE:
You know what to do.

GOODlE:
l was just like you .

GOODlE:
Afraid of whether l had it in me...

GOODlE:
to commit to the deed that was required of me.

GOODlE:
But, then , l realized that there was no decision

to make.

GOODlE:
ln a sense, it was already made by me.

GOODlE:
And l was never going back to the way things were...

GOODlE:
...before l saw the other side.

GOODlE:
Haven 't they given you so much?

PlCKMAN:
Yes.

GOODlE:
Haven 't they shown you that there is more than

this dull dimension ?

PlCKMAN:
Yes.

GOODlE:
Didn 't they free you from the torture of seeing the

same horizon , the same blue sky?

PlCKMAN:
Oh, yes.

GOODlE:
They saved you ...?

GOODlE:
Did they free you from your prison ?

PlCKMAN:
Yes.

GOODlE:
Then free them from theirs!

GOODlE:
Give them back what they had before they were cast

to the other side.

GOODlE:
Through your paintings they will make the journey

back into this world.

GOODlE:
Even if it's only in a passing glimpse...

GOODlE:
...a simple brush stroke.

GOODlE:
Let them taste what it's like to be gods again .

PlCKMAN:
Just tell me what to do.

GOODlE:
What to do...?!

GOODlE:
Do you think there's some mumbo jumbo to say?

GOODlE:
Some magic words; some silly wave of the hand -- No!

GOODlE:
They want one thing...

GOODlE:
...to be seen by the eyes of an innocent.

GOODlE:
Let yourself go...

GOODlE:
Be...

GOODlE:
...Creative...

RlCHARD:
Who was this that you let in to see Goodie Hines?

GUARD:
He was called in by Dr. Dexterto do some testing.

RlCHARD:
What's this doctor's name?

GUARD:
Well, that's strange.

GUARD:
lt's coming up as Dr. Dexter's lD number.

RlCHARD:
What did this doctor look like?

PlCKMAN:
l need you to stop crying, you understand me?

PlCKMAN:
Stop crying.

PlCKMAN:
Shut up!

PlCKMAN:
Be quiet!

PlCKMAN:
l don 't want to hear you . Are you listening to me?

PlCKMAN:
Not a word.

NlECE:
What do you want?

PlCKMAN:
Anything...

RlCHARD:
Who was here with you today, Goodie?

GOODlE:
One of Dexter's lost flock, l believe.

GOODlE:
Give me your pen again and l'll draw him for you .

RlCHARD:
Why was he here?

GOODlE:
Answers.

RlCHARD:
What did you tell him?

GOODlE:
How to save himself.

GOODlE:
Don 't interfere!

GOODlE:
Let him make it right!

PlCKMAN:
Why aren 't you listening to me...

PlCKMAN:
Shut up and be quiet.

PlCKMAN:
You 're not paying attention to me.

PlCKMAN:
l need you to stop crying... l need you to

listen to me...

PlCKMAN:
How many times do l need to tell you , once, twice..?

PlCKMAN:
l need you to shut up. And not make the sounds

you 're making.

PlCKMAN:
So shut up...

NlECE:
What are you going to do to me?

PlCKMAN:
Relax...Relax...

RlCHARD:
Robert, stop!

RlCHARD:
Put the knife down !

PlCKMAN:
Let me draw it for you !

PlCKMAN:
Let me draw it for you !

PlCKMAN:
Please let me...

GOODlE:
He's coming for you ...

GOODlE:
He's coming for you .

GOODlE:
You made a fool of them.

GOODlE:
They trusted you .

GOODlE:
They put faith in yourtalent.

GOODlE:
All that you saw must be given back!

GOODlE:
The darkness is coming...

GOODlE:
The darkness is coming...

GOODlE:
The darkness is coming!

GOODlE:
The darkness is coming.

GOODlE:
They're coming for you .

GOODlE:
He's coming.

VOICE.. Robe-rt ...

VOlCE:
You stole from us.

PlCKMAN:
Help me!

PlCKMAN:
He's coming for me!

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