The Scribbler

Synopsis: THE SCRIBBLER follows Suki (Katie Cassidy), a young woman confronting her destructive mental illness using "The Siamese Burn," an experimental machine designed to eliminate multiple personalities. The closer Suki comes to being "cured," she's haunted by a thought - what if the last unwanted identity turns out to be her?
Director(s): John Suits
Production: Xlrator Media
 
IMDB:
5.4
Metacritic:
32
Rotten Tomatoes:
50%
R
Year:
2014
88 min
215 Views


1

What did you just say?

Can I have a pen?

I can't talk without a pen.

That makes a lot of sense.

When you're crazy...

you sometimes have to let

your hands do the talking.

The way you deal with this is you learn to

enjoy being a passenger in your own body.

They told me

I have multiple personalities.

They told me I don't fit in.

But in a war between

individuality and conformity...

the individual is always outgunned.

The conformists have machines

on their side.

They think they've got

all the angles covered.

But they forgot two important things.

Crazy people, we don't play by the rules.

And there are always side effects.

Detective Moss?

Jennifer.

Where's my chair?

Victims' psych profiles.

- Where'd you get ahold of these?

- Got any aspirin?

- No.

- Who's this?

Suki, apartment 64 upstairs.

Are you a psychologist?

My name's Jennifer Silk.

I'm a criminal psychologist.

I'm not a criminal.

Why don't you tell me what happened.

From the beginning.

That's not always

the best way to tell a story.

No? Okay, well why don't we

start at the end then. Here. Dead.

Dead, dead and dead.

That's a lot of dead nutters

in one place...

and it all happened after you moved in.

He's not dead.

Go and find this one,

would you, Detective?

Make sure he doesn't go anywhere.

Tell me about Juniper Towers, Suki.

Why are you here?

It's a halfway house

for the mentally and socially inept.

It's kind of a

psychiatric version of purgatory.

You're out of your padded cell,

but you haven't really qualified...

for a place in the real world yet.

They give you a room if you

show a willingness to conform.

You might still be under the impression

you can think for yourself...

but you do time here

until you get over it.

The good news is...

if you get a key to the tower,

it means you're getting better.

You're still a social leper,

but at least you're on the way up.

What are you doing on the stairs?

- I don't like elevators.

- It's not safe.

You want my coat?

God, no.

Don't take it personally.

She's very fashion conscious.

She wouldn't be caught dead

in that coat...

or anything else for that matter.

You moving in?

Yeah. Suki, top floor.

Oh. I'm Cleo.

Bipolar sex addict.

That's Emily.

She has a pathological fear of clothing.

- What's your thing?

- Disassociative identity disorder.

Fantastic.

We don't have one of those.

Welcome to the suicide suites.

You must be high risk.

No, I'm-

What do you mean, high risk?

Come down and see me later.

I'll show you my secret milk bath recipe.

Stay off the stairs.

- Help.

- Emily?

Yeah, I know. Stay off the stairs.

It doesn't matter.

We won't survive this place.

You might as well jump. Everybody does.

You can't live here.

- This is just crazy.

- Stay still.

- I control you.

- Get out before it's too late.

- You're just a rat in a cage.

- Get out before it's too late.

This place will suck the life out of you.

- You ought to jump too.

- ...jump too.

- Everybody does-

- Everybody does.

This is the real crazy.

Anxiety and vomit.

It's disappearing into a dark corner

where no one can reach you.

It's being ugly and stupid...

and alone.

It's wishing you were back

in the hospital.

Her vitals are off the scale.

What's happening to her?

The machine

just burned out another identity.

- Leave it on.

- We have to abort.

Her heart's stopped.

I've got no pulse.

What's that? Did you see?

It's the Scribbler. She's surfaced again.

It's okay, Suki. Stay still.

Check the counter.

It's on nine.

Then we've successfully eradicated two

more identities. Do you concur?

Suki?

It's Dr. Satomi. Can you hear me?

Get up. How do you feel?

Oh, hold on. Look at me.

Say ah.

Ah!

Oh, why should I kill myself?

Baby, I'm tryin'

We can't live here.

- We can't live here.

- There's a 38% suicide rate.

- Did you see

- You're falling apart.

Don't you see you're falling apart?

That'll be us next.

- This place is a dump.

- Don't worry.

This place is a dump.

- Shh. Shut up.

- No one is gonna take care of you.

- We're not safe here.

- No one's gonna take care of you.

Get out. Get out.

Run.

Dance for me.

Dance.

Hogan? What are you doing here?

- I brought sugar.

- I don't do sugar.

That's not what you said last time.

And I thought Juniper Tower

was a female block.

Every henhouse needs a rooster.

I checked the wrong box.

Paperwork hasn't been

your strong point either, has it?

Maybe I've got it right,

and everybody else has it backwards.

Yeah. That attitude will keep you

off Sinclair's radar.

- He let me out, didn't he?

- I can't imagine why.

Anyone who can't write a proper list...

is surely a danger to modern society.

Oh, beautiful, you look like crap.

Are you sure you're ready

to fly out of the cuckoo's nest?

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

I'm just saying most people leave this

place in the back of an ambulance.

So what about you?

I thought you were cured.

Why are you still here?

Ding.

Got myself a new entry

in the accident book.

F***.

- Hogan, why?

- Bad hair day?

No. I mean, why'd you

cut across instead of down?

- You're such a faker.

- Oh, you'd be crazy not to be.

This place is full of girls with daddy

issues, and I've got the penthouse suite.

I'd do anything to stay here.

In fact, I'm thinking of trying out...

that multiple personality

thing of yours next.

Could you give me some pointers?

You can't do multiple personalities.

You barely got one.

It's good to see you, Hogan.

You're the only sane person I know.

Did you know her?

We were friends with benefits,

except we weren't friends.

I don't mind the weird stuff, but she'd

never take off the f***ing bunny ears.

- No. I meant the girl who jumped.

- Oh.

No.

Well, sort of. We had a brief encounter.

Jesus.

Do you ever put it away?

I am providing a service.

Trying to keep everyone's mind

off suicide.

No one else is looking out for us.

We're all subject

to the same risk assessment.

You dive out a fifth-floor window...

you got a chance of surviving,

but your busted legs...

are gonna cut into

the Christmas party budget.

Oh, but if you dive from up here-

It's one less benefit check

they gotta sign.

- Yes.

- No, no. Not again.

- No, not again.

- You know you want it.

No, I don't.

You want it.

He's not our type.

- You could have some-

- He is not our type.

- We deserve it.

- Grow up.

Come on.

Shut up!

F*** him like your ass is on fire.

F*** him.

F*** him like your ass is on fire.

His name's Hogan.

Somehow he's the only male resident

in the whole block.

Where is he?

He's right outside.

He's not going anywhere.

Who's watching him?

- He's not a suspect.

- Why not?

Because she did it.

What happened next?

I think you chipped a tooth this time.

So you knew Hogan from before.

We were at the funny farm together.

And this is what

you people do here, is it, huh?

You run around naked

having casual sex with each other?

- Technically, that wasn't me.

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