The Evil Within Page #2

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But this is the worst thing,

because the chair,

I just don't like it.

But the mirror I hate.

And I'm gonna break

the mirror right now.

- Hey, hey!

- John!

Dennis, calm down.

(whimpering)

I'm sorry, Dennis.

I'm sorry.

All right, Dennis, just look,

you know, a couple of days.

Just a couple of days is not

too much to ask, all right?

And you can keep your hamsters.

A couple of days, you're

going to love the mirror.

You're going to

love that mirror.

You can't tell me what

I like or don't like.

With the right w-wood.

With the right stain.

With the right motif.

Using all these big words,

thinking he knows everything.

Knowing big words

doesn't make him right.

Knowing big words

doesn't even make him smart.

Just makes him know big words.

No matter how many long,

50-cent words he uses,

he can't tell me to like you.

Boy:
I like you.

I like you a lot.

We both know where the

stress is coming from.

Just put him in a hospital.

That's why I want to

redecorate his bedroom,

so we can sell the place so

I can put him in a hospital.

We could sell this place

tomorrow, unfurnished.

This is a summer town.

People that buy here

want a summer retreat.

They want it finished.

Furnished.

Yes, and I would agree with

you if we had unlimited time,

but you're a time bomb, sweetie.

We could put Dennis in... - I'm not

putting Dennis in a state hospital.

This train hit my dog

right in the ass.

Rectum, said the teacher,

rectum.

So, I said, "Rectum?

It f***ing killed him."

Thank you, thank you.

You're too kind.

I tell nice, simple jokes.

I use no big words.

Aw, thank you.

Hey, stop throwing your

panties on the stage.

It's really disruptive.

Destruct, disturbs my concentra...

See?

(laughs)

No big words.

Thank you.

You tell jokes everyone

can understand.

John's jokes only

make sense to John.

You don't get his jokes,

but everyone else does.

Why?

Cause they're about you.

In his mind everything

that make him

sad or angry...

is your fault.

How did you get past my gate?

Oh, please excuse my breach.

My name is Mildy Torres.

I work with Social Services.

And...

And we got a tip on our

hotline that you've been

losing your temper

around Dennis.

But when we saw Dennis

yesterday, he seemed fine.

No marks, no bruises.

Who said I was losing my temper?

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

Yeah.

Please.

We just wanna make sure

that you're the right person

to take care of Dennis

because, frankly,

it's a responsibility some people

shouldn't be trusted with.

- I can handle it.

- Are you sure?

Because taking care of a

mentally challenged person

can be a real handful sometimes.

Wouldn't it be a load off

if the state could

take care of Dennis?

There's an opening

in Green Valley.

- ( Door creaking )

- Lydia:
That would be fantastic.

No, it wouldn't be.

Please excuse us, Lydia.

Thank you.

I don't want Dennis in Green Valley.

Don't you want a break?

I mean, it all adds up.

Taking care of a mentally

challenged person,

it just wears on you

and wears on you.

It changes your personality.

Do you know where

it would show up first?

- Where?

- Well, why don't you take a guess'?

- I could give you some...

- I asked you where, Mildy.

Your patience.

You would become very impatient.

Do you know where it

would show up second?

I don't have time

for these games.

Your temper.

Your temper would go next.

And a short-tempered man

is not fit to be custodian

of a mentally-challenged one.

Is this some sort of experiment?

You want a reaction.

You keep asking me if I have a

temper, you're gonna find one.

Well, you're not dumb,

I'll give you that.

Your lab is contaminating your experiment.

You're completely prejudiced.

I am angry. How can the

state split up my family?

- I'm not a criminal

- You don't have to be one.

Social Services can remove

a child from a suspect parent

on the strength of one

anonymous phone call.

Look, Okay, so let me get this straight.

I can make a phone call about anyone

at random without giving my name

and a person like you

will show up at their door

- and remove their children?

- That's right.

- And that's legal?

- Well,

A lot of people thought

it was a necessary law

that was a long time in coming.

We call those people idiots, Mildy.

Temper, temper.

You know, uy, this has been amazing, Mildy.

We must do this again sometime.

Oh, we will, we will.

(cell phone beeps)

(sighs)

Dr. Preston,

John Peterson.

I need to come and see you.

No, not next week.

Now, man.

Right now.

This b*tch, Mildy Torres

from Social Services

shows up at my front door,

finagles her way in

and tells me I'm under investigation,

that I might lose Dennis.

Why are you under investigation?

She said someone complained that

I've been losing my temper...

violently.

Now she doesn't think

Dennis is safe with me.

- You're very tense, John.

- But that's normal, right?

The situation I'm in

justifies my tension.

No, it legitimizes it.

It does not justify it.

The last time we spoke,

all you could talk about

was moving away from Dennis,

finding a care facility for him.

Yeah, and I still want that.

Then why didn't you give Dennis the

choice of going to Social Services?

Because she would've

sent him to Green Valley.

Have you seen the f***ing place?

- I volunteer there twice a week.

- Okay, well, it's fine.

It's just not right for Dennis.

You want a private hospital.

How badly?

How soon?

Oh, Christ, Doc.

I don't even have

a life anymore.

All I do, I... I...

I care for Dennis 24/7.

If he's not in the car

I don't even know

what station to put it on.

I just scan and I scan.

I don't even know

my own taste in music.

You have got

to get out of there.

Losing your identity...

That's a pretty, pretty

serious sign, John.

He's my responsibility.

I can't dump him

in someone else's lap.

I owe him.

No else can pay my debt.

Debt?

What do you owe him?

And Susan is handing me ice cream...

and she's dropped a little

and is slipping in it.

Looks like she's gonna crack her skull.

Oh, but luckily there's

a pillow on the floor.

Or a pillow case

full of broken glass.

But I rush in

and I catch her

and throw her on the glass.

Stop.

This is ruining the drawing.

(background chatter)

- John.

- No.

I don't even like that tone.

We're not gonna fight, are we'?

No, you're not gonna itemize the

way in which I disappoint you.

- Not today.

- Yes, I am.

What do I think

John and Lydia are doing?

They're discussing big ideas.

With big 50-cent words in them.

You can see how overwrought I am.

I don't have time today

to f***ing breathe.

And yet you do nothing about

your overwhelming lifestyle.

If it were as difficult as you claim,

then you would've done

something about it by now.

But you haven't,

so it seems to me

that you like the situation you're in.

Makes you seem selfless,

gives you room to operate.

- Operate'?

- Well,

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