The Scribbler Page #3

a long-term conversation.

What was I thinking?

Well, what do you expect?

Every time I get close to someone...

they commit suicide five minutes later.

I'm surprised you haven't jumped yet.

Wow, I like what you've done

with the place.

I have gadgets.

Well, I hope you didn't give

any of 'em to me.

Hey, put those on.

I rigged an antenna up on the roof.

You'd be amazed at the weird sh*t

you can hear up here.

Distant number stations,

backwards music channels...

cryptic messages in the white noise.

Ooh, have a listen.

Almost down to the last two.

The yin and the yang.

She's bigger than you think,

and getting bigger every day.

One day soon she's going to spring out

of the top of your head...

like a jack-in-the-box.

That's a little bit too weird for me.

I haven't even plugged it in yet.

Anyway, I need to borrow a video camera.

Okay-

But if you're thinking...

of trying to get incriminating evidence

against Alice, forget it.

No one will care.

It's easier to stay off the stairs.

It has nothing to do with her.

This is more of a personal project.

Do you want me to come by in 10 minutes?

Pretend I'm there to fix

the dishwasher? Hmm?

This one's a solo act.

- I'm borrowing this too.

- Make me a copy.

And then that whack job

pushed me down the stairs again.

Can you believe that?

She's got a warped sense of humor.

That's why I moved out.

This whole building's

full of f***ing lunatics.

All I want is a couch and a bit of love.

But what do I get?

Self-harmers, Christ complexes

and sh*t smeared on the walls.

You people are disgusting.

They tell me not to listen

to the voices in my head.

What do you have to say about that?

I say f*** 'em. They're your voices.

If you can't trust yourself,

who can you trust?

Good point.

This one.

- Emily.

- She was young, very beautiful.

Must've had a lot to live for.

- Where were you when she died?

- I don't know.

- I think I do.

- Go back to the machine.

You didn't know who modified it

or what it was going to do to you...

- but you used it anyway.

- The dog made me do it.

You really are out of your mind,

aren't you?

Duh.

Have you both read

the latest report on Patient 107?

Her name is Suki.

Our latest concern is her suspicion

that one of her alters...

the identity she refers to

as the Scribbler, may in fact be inhuman.

Or superhuman.

The Scribbler thinks it can fly.

Under its influence,

Suki could become very dangerous.

This might be Patient 99 all over again.

Thank you for the gentle reminder,

Dr. Kareem.

But if Patient 99's

machine therapy had not failed...

we would not have stumbled

on the burn process.

This time we are not trying

to cure the incurable.

What makes you think your new machine will

be any better than the last one?

We will focus on burning out...

as many alters as possible

for now, Dr. Kareem.

And if the Scribbler

survives the treatment...

Suki will still have

a 50-50 chance at control.

So now we're playing the odds?

We all live with duality every day.

We're all a little yin and a little yang.

What if Suki's yang is homicidal?

It won't affect the experiment.

Hey, wake up.

Oh, you're one of them, aren't you?

From in there?

Why don't you get a job

and take control of your life?

You won't be able

to hang around here forever.

- Who's this a**hole?

- He's one of them.

He's just a drone.

He doesn't know any better.

- Break his neck.

- Cut his throat.

- Kick him in the nuts.

- You'd be doing the world a favor.

You'd be doing the world a favor.

Is he bothering you?

- It's Cleo-

- She is one of us.

- Oh, we love her.

- Is she parked illegally?

Is she sitting on a yellow line?

I- No.

That's right, little man.

There's only one line that separates your

pathetic little world from ours...

- and you just crossed it.

- Well, I-l didn't mean to.

So why don't you keep your rules

and your regulations...

and your parking citations to yourself...

and we'll keep our group sex

and mutilation and cannibalism to us?

Capisce?

Is-Is that thing poisonous?

It's not the snake

you need to worry about.

You don't know where I've been.

Sh*t.

Is it Wednesday?

F*** if I know.

I heard you were afraid of elevators.

Is that supposed to be funny?

- What are you doing here?

- Looking for my dog.

Are you sure you haven't seen him?

He has fleas, you know.

Fleas and ticks and rabies.

- Is that why you named him Hogan?

- Hogan's my friend.

We were friends since before you got here.

Everything was fine until you showed up.

Soon as you moved in,

people started diving out the windows.

- What does that tell you?

- I don't know, Alice.

Maybe my deodorant doesn't work.

Where were you last night

when Emily jumped?

Emily jumped?

- Who do you have in there?

- No one.

But the security chain's on.

Locked yourself out from the inside.

Just how crazy are you?

Good question.

- It wasn't us.

- It wasn't us.

The Scribbler did it.

She's been busy.

- She's crazy.

- Don't trust her.

We know what she's doing.

She's rewired everything

so she can get out, selfish b*tch.

She's using the machine herself.

She wants to be free.

She wants to be free.

- Permanently.

- Permanently.

What?

Where's the camera?

What?

Hogan's gonna blow a fuse of his own

when he gets a load of this.

What happened?

Huh?

You were supposed to be

on the lookout, you little sh*t.

Hello? Anybody home?

Oh, well, I don't suppose...

you have anything to say

about this either.

Sh*t.

Oh.

You think he'll go for it?

I think you could be wearing a gorilla

suit and it'd still be a sure thing.

Hey, where you been?

You missed Emily's grand exit.

- Can I ask you something?

- Anything.

Do you want to be cured?

Oh, you mean, do I want to be normal?

Nobody's gonna cure me, honey.

I'm a lost cause.

I'm starting to think that maybe being

normal may not be a bad option.

Does that mean I'm losing my soul?

You know what they say?

If you're losing your soul

and you know it

Then you still got soul to lose

Whee!

- Bukowski.

- Hmm?

Bukowski said that.

Hey, don't you look at me like that.

Don't-

- The dog knows.

- The dog knows.

- He won't tell.

- We can't be sure.

- He won't tell.

- He just

- We can't be sure.

- F*** that mutt.

- Make him sing for his supper.

- Make him sing for his supper.

- Freeloading bastard

- Chill, chill, chill.

He's nothing to you.

F*** he's nothing to you.

- Plug him in. See what happens.

- Put him on the machine.

- Plug him in.

- Do it. See what happens.

Push the button and kill us all.

- Hook the dog up-

- Do it.

- Burn the dog.

- Hook the dog up.

- Burn the dog.

- Put him on the machine.

- Push the button.

- Burn the dog.

No, that's what I'm saying.

I didn't find out

until I read the damn paper.

Well, I-l still don't know

which patient got out.

Call me when you have the details.

I'm at Juniper.

I hate home visits.

Who is it?

Suki, it's Dr. Sinclair.

F***.

Uh-Uh, give me a minute.

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