The Scribbler Page #4

I thought you weren't coming till Friday.

In light of the suicide rate around here...

I thought I'd check on you sooner.

What happened to your face?

Uh, self-inflicted crazy person sh*t.

I said I was better.

I didn't say I was cured.

Oh, Hogan. Do you remember Hogan?

He lives right over there.

Not easily forgotten, Hogan.

- Are you going to invite me inside?

- Uh-Uh-

No?

I see you've, uh, redecorated.

Do you like it?

- I'm hoping it'll catch on.

- You are still on the machine, aren't you?

You know you can't afford

to miss a session.

Relax, Doc. I am following by the book.

- And the voices?

- Getting quieter every day.

The Scribbler is still very active.

Yes, but that one can't talk, remember?

Unzip your head.

What's that?

Uh, the pipes. Bad plumbing.

You should seriously have it checked out.

This place leaks

like a 10-year-old condom.

And don't get me started on the electric.

- I mean, these lights-

- it's better than a padded cell, Suki.

- I have to check the counter on the module.

- It's at six.

I'll check it anyway.

Uh-oh, busted.

Back to the funny farm.

You'll have to knock him out.

Or seduce him.

- Take all your clothes off.

- Knock him out.

- Knock him out.

- Knock him out.

- Hello?

- 99's the missing patient.

What? How did she get out?

Her window was smashed.

- Why wasn't I called about this right away?

- I'm sorry, sir.

- I didn't want to bother you.

- You're sure it's Patient 99?

- Yes, sir.

- Pull all the files.

I'll be back right away.

Who's patient number 99?

Is it me?

No. No. I have to cut this short.

And good-bye.

Oh, well, it was lovely

seeing you, Dr. Sinclair.

Thank you so much for coming.

Get home safe.

What are you doing?

Exit only. Exit only.

- Stay behind me.

- Stay in front of me.

Shh.

Give it. Give it.

No. That thing was like

a f***ing wolf.

He went primal. I mean, his teeth-

His teeth were like this big.

Look at the door.

Who am I talking to right now?

It's me.

'Cause I know one of your personalities

is a compulsive liar.

You don't believe me?

You believe that?

F*** me.

Hey, that's my amp and my clock.

This is all sh*t from my apartment.

When'd you steal all my sh*t?

I didn't.

- And if I did, it wasn't me.

- Oh!

Uh, you mind? You mind if I just-

Knock yourself out.

These circuits-They're all messed up.

Nothing makes sense.

It's all back to front.

- Has it done that before?

- No.

- What's it doing?

- I don't know.

- Let's test it out.

- You're not touching that dog.

No, on me, stupid.

Come on. Hook me up.

This isn't like nicking my medication

when I'm not looking, Hogan.

That thing could kill you.

All right, I'll do it myself.

Where do these go? Here?

- Yeah?

- Stop f***ing around.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- No, no, no. it's not safe.

Hogan, you don't understand.

- You look all right.

- I'm not.

Something's happening to me.

There's something in the scribbles.

Don't be a dick.

Machine, machine, machine, machine.

Suki!

I've never felt anything like it.

I feel so pure.

How do I look?

Dionysian.

Look at me.

I'm glowing.

I'm glowing.

Good for you.

Don't be frightened.

I know what's happening to you now.

I can see it.

- See what?

- About you.

The writing's on the wall.

You plug yourself in, you let her out.

She gets out, she modifies the machine.

She's turning it into something...

better.

Something wonderful.

What-What are you doing?

Everything that's in my brain...

is firing to its full potential.

This is the real me.

I want to meet the real you.

I am the real me.

Are you?

- Do it.

- Push the button.

It's too crowded. It's too crowded.

- Push the button.

- Push the button.

- It's too crowded.

- Push the button.

Bum us all. Bum us all.

There's yin and yang in all of us, Suki.

And your yang is screaming to get out.

- Bum the f***ing house down.

- Push the button.

Burn the f***ing house down.

Bum the house down. Bum the house down.

You're right.

There is a screaming yang inside of me.

I don't think natural yoga's

gonna cure it up this time.

Punch it.

Suki?

Your hair.

Come on already.

- Detective.

- What?

It's clearly past her medication time.

Listen, just because

you're a basket case...

doesn't mean you're not heading for a cell

without the soft padding.

The cute face, sad-eye routine

might work on her-

You think I'm cute?

Would you excuse us for a minute?

You're undermining my process.

I was gonna say the same thing to you.

This is police work, Silk.

It's not group therapy.

Don't f*** with me, Moss.

You're not smart enough.

I'll get more out of her in half an hour

than you'll get all night...

with your bullshit cop attitude,

so why don't you back the f*** off?

You need to listen to what she's saying.

- She's just messing with us.

- I don't think so.

You can't possibly believe

any of that horseshit.

The point is, she does.

Her whole story

is a delusional version of the truth.

We'll only find out what really happened

if we read between the lines.

- She's wasting our time.

- She's talking in metaphors.

We need to figure out what they mean.

You know what a metaphor is, right?

So...

after you metaphorically

flew out the window, what happened next?

Metaphorically?

- I don't remember.

- Another blackout?

Why did you do it?

After what happened to Hogan,

why take the risk?

Sometimes your right hand doesn't know

what your left hand is doing.

Hogan.

Bit late for Halloween, isn't it?

What happened?

Cleo.

It happened last night.

Cops were here.

Wanted to talk to you.

What am I gonna tell them?

I don't know where I've been.

I do.

Oh, my God.

I watched you build it.

I mean, I watched the Scribbler build it.

She's beautiful.

What is it?

Don't you know yet?

You saw what it did to me.

- I don't know what I saw.

- You saw me, Suki.

You saw the real me.

Without the disguise, without the therapy,

without the sedatives.

I was glowing.

- We both were.

- That wasn't me.

Do you still think this is the real you?

This is just a mask you wear,

this person that you call Suki.

- Don't say it.

- She's just another alter.

Shut up!

She created you to deal with the shrinks

and the suits...

and all their bureaucratic bullshit.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Suki is just a puppet

imitating human behavior.

- I know who I am, Hogan.

- No. No, you don't. None of us do.

Everyone in the world is suffering

from multiple personalities.

No one knows what their real face

looks like anymore.

- It's all fake.

- I have to get out of here.

No. And go where?

Out there with the mundanes?

They're all fakes, Suki.

They're all photocopies.

Sinclair tried to make you one of them by

killing the best part of you.

But he started something his machine can't

stop 'cause it works for us now.

The Scribbler rewrote the rule book,

and she wrote it backwards.

Because she's insane!

You don't know what she's been doing.

Yes. Yes, I do.

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