The Scribbler Page #2

- Oh, right, right.

That's one of your multiple personalities.

What's that like being somebody one day,

somebody else the next?

You ever been in love?

You find yourself acting

out of character...

betraying everything

that you've ever believed in...

and you can't stop

because you don't want to.

It's like that.

You're under Dr. Sinclair.

What's his treatment?

Siamese burn therapy.

Sounds painful.

It is.

I know that it hurts, Suki...

but if you will do just one more

session on the main unit...

then we can move you out of here

and into Juniper Tower...

where you can continue

your therapy at home...

with this portable burn unit.

- How do you feel?

- Why don't you come over here and find out.

That's not, Suki.

Do you have to-Dr. Sinclair!

Come on, Dr. Sinclair.

I love it battery-powered.

Arm.

I said the therapy is working.

- How do you feel?

- Toilet trained.

I've been losing skills.

Can't roll my tongue anymore...

and I swear! used to be right-handed.

You're worried you're becoming ordinary.

- Aren't you?

- Don't you want to fit in?

Apparently not as much as you want me to.

Getting cured and becoming socially

acceptable are two sides of the same coin.

Without conformity,

society slips into confusion.

Confusion's a word we created

for an order we don't understand yet.

- What's that?

- Henry Miller.

I think he was predicting

the chaos theory.

- Wake up.

- What did you do?

- What did you do?

- What did you do?

- You little whore. You slut.

- What did you do?

- Whore.

- Wake up.

You little whore.

- You slutty mutt.

- You whore.

You slut.

Aren't you supposed to pop a pill

before the big event?

I'm not that old.

- What do they got you on?

- Usual.

Pick 'n' mix selection box.

- You?

- Something new.

- New drugs?

- A machine.

Siamese Burn Module.

Burns away excess identities in patients

with dissociative identity disorder.

Are you kidding me?

Regulates synaptic firing patterns...

by running prolonged low-level voltage...

through targeted areas of the brain.

- it's an E.C.T. unit.

- No, it's not. Don't have a flashback.

Brings undesirable

personalities under control...

that can either be assimilated

or annihilated.

These personalities

may be undesirable to you...

but they're my friends.

Most of 'em.

Side effects may include

cardiac arrhythmia...

memory loss, seizures and incontinence.

You piss your pants?

Have you-Have you even read this?

Isn't it time you went home?

For some reason, the part of me that goes

for you ducks out for the small talk...

and leaves me to pick up the wet patches.

This machine isn't gonna help you.

It's gonna make you boring

like everybody else.

Gonna be no fun when you're cured.

Hey.

Thanks for the sugar.

Don't do it.

- Don't give in.

- What have we ever done to you?

- Don't do it.

- What have we ever done to you?

- What have we ever done-

- Don't let them bore you.

- You'll die-

- You'll be next.

- You'll die.

- Don't be like you're special.

- You're special.

- You're nothing.

You're special.

Don't be another cog in their machines.

- Be yourself

- What are you gonna do?

- What are you gonna do?

Why are you so afraid to be yourself?

- Fine. Push the button.

- Push the button.

- See if we care-

- Do it, you stupid b*tch.

- Do it, you stupid b*tch.

- Push the button.

- Push the button.

- Push the button. Kill us all.

Push the button.

...button. Push the button.

See if we care.

Do it, you stupid b*tch.

Push the button and kill us all.

Punch it.

Whoa!

Suki, wake up.

Something happened.

- Something's happened.

- What did you do?

- What did you-

- Wake up.

The machine. The machine.

What have you done to the machine?

Sinclair won't be happy.

He'll send me back to the nuthouse.

He'll send you back to the nuthouse.

- Siamese burn.

- It hurts.

It doesn't hurt all of us.

- The Scribbler.

- The Scribbler.

- It was the Scribbler.

- Look at the handwriting.

- The Scribbler.

- It's always the quiet ones.

- Bates Motel.

- Suki, it's Dr. Sinclair.

- Is everything okay?

- Why? What have you heard?

I thought I'd give you

a couple of days to settle in-

A couple of days?

- What day is it?

- It's Monday.

Oh, sh*t.

Did you know there was

another suicide yesterday?

Who?

Another jumper.

You guys ever think that maybe you should

seal these windows shut?

Listen, I'm coming there on Friday

to check on the module.

You know, just hang in there, okay?

Are you all right?

The dog said what?

Relax, Detective. it's normal.

- What part of this is normal?

- The disassociative mind...

can sometimes transfer auditory hallucinations

onto objects like animals or toys.

Helps the patient localize the experience.

So she's a ventriloquist now?

You said you lost a day.

And during that convenient blackout,

somebody else died.

- The bunny.

- Did the bunny talk as well?

The bunny.

- Did you know her?

- I met her once.

Did she seem suicidal to you?

You might as well jump. Everybody does.

Actually, yeah.

Oh, come on.

You gave her that one on a plate.

After the blackout...

you said one of the alters

had been removed by this machine.

- Another two.

- So you were cured.

Not even close.

What, that's it?

No chitchat. No small talk.

Where you going?

Out.

Can you pick me up something to eat?

I'm f***ing starving.

Meaty Duos or Chudleys,

not that small dog tender morsel sh*t.

And a pack of-

Are you getting in?

Hello?

I only get stuck a couple of times a day.

Come on. Take a chance.

There's plenty of room.

- I'll go slow.

- I don't think so.

Then use the stairs, b*tch.

Don't waste my time.

Bite me.

This is awkward.

Say something clever.

You could be friends.

Oh, God, she is hot.

- Don't say that.

- Oh, but she is so beautiful.

That top doesn't go with those boots.

F*** you, you attention-seeking b*tch.

- Going up or down?

- We're on the top floor. There is no up.

- That's a narrow-minded attitude.

- I'll take the stairs.

Good luck with that.

Are you okay? You tripped.

What the f***?

Have you seen my dog?

He's about so high, brown and white.

Does he speak with a Cockney accent?

- No.

- Then no. I haven't seen him.

- What's his name?

- Hogan.

My doggy's name is Hogan.

If you see him, do send him home.

They made me wear this.

The locals are complaining again,

and they singled me out.

What kind of species

aren't proud of the shape of its own body?

What happened to you?

Where have you been all day?

Open up, a**hole.

Open the f***ing door!

Oh. You met Alice.

The elevator hates me.

There's a lunatic loose on the stairs.

I'm never gonna make it

out of this building alive, am I?

- Probably not.

- Fantastic.

I'm sorry.

I should've warned you about Alice.

She can be territorial.

She's a sociopath.

Uh, she's schizoaffective

and kind of the jealous type.

Don't tell me you two are an item.

Well, we were for an hour.

Oh, that's right.

You can barely hold down

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