The Scribbler Page #5

She's giving you a chance

to find your true nature and be reborn.

Look. Look. it's right there.

Just one more burn, Suki,

and you'll be free forever.

If you're right, one more burn

and I'm gonna be dead.

One of those numbers is me, Hogan.

- Why are you so scared of her?

- Why aren't you?

- Oh, f***!

- Suki, no.

- No, no, no.

- Don't be scared.

Hogan, please, please. No, don't.

- Stay away from me!

- Don't be scared!

Hogan, please. Please, you're the only

friend that I have.

And that's why I have to help you.

No.

Get the f*** away from me!

Have you seen my dog?

Hmm.

Hello?

All my lives, Sinclair,

which one of them's really me?

If you are referring to your alters...

than you know very well

that they're extensions of yourself.

Hogan's trying to kill me,

but I don't know...

if it's really me.

I can't trust anyone.

I can't trust myself.

Everything is back to front.

Nothing is back to front.

That is the Scribbler's

influence. You know it.

We've talked about it many times.

Cleo's dead.

I think the Scribbler killed her.

You have to lock me up, Sinclair.

I'm sick... and delusional.

That machine's done something to me.

I'm seeing things.

What sort of things?

Monsters.

- Where are you, Suki?

- I don't know.

- I'm in a phone booth near the tower.

- Stay there.

I'm coming to find you.

Where is she from?

Homes, foster care, the street.

She's been through the system both ways.

We don't have much information on her.

We know that she didn't speak

until she was 11.

Up until then,

she communicated by writing.

- But as you can see-

- She writes backward.

We think that an early childhood trauma...

led to her disassociative problems.

The instability of the child

care system would have been fuel to fire.

She probably adopted an identity

for each new situation.

Eventually she fell through one

of the cracks and ended up here.

- And when was that?

- Four years ago.

And nobody's come looking for her?

Nobody wants her.

Some of her identities can be a bit wild.

Is this IQ score a typo?

It's higher than mine.

I know. She's not stupid,

but she is an extreme case-

disassociative

with borderline schizophrenia.

It took us six months

to get her to sit still and take the test.

She seems pretty calm in there.

She's currently under the influence...

of an identity she calls the Scribbler.

A manifestation like this

is a rare occurrence.

The Scribbler doesn't come

out to play very often.

- And she has no friends?

- No. No family, no home.

And as you can see, no real identity.

She's a bona fide lost soul.

She's the perfect candidate.

That's what you said about Patient 99.

Have her transferred

to my wing immediately.

Go in there. Get her on film.

Can she hear what' is going on out' there?

No. The walls are soundproof.

Suki?

Can I talk to Suki?

Do you live inside her?

Nice outfit.

Trying out a new look.

Come on. I'll take you home.

I'm not going back to the tower.

You don't have anywhere else to go.

- Who's Veronica Orr?

- That is a confidential file, Suki.

This is patient number 99.

I heard you on the phone.

- You lost her.

- I didn't lose her. Give me the file.

What, she was on the machine too?

It was a different kind of machine.

It didn't work.

- Give me the file.

- It made her worse!

I tried to help her!

She was an incurable.

Sh*t.

Jesus Christ.

What did you do to her?

- It's complicated.

- So am l. Try me.

She-

She was a paranoid schizophrenic...

with a homicidal jealous mania...

and she killed everyone

her boyfriend ever slept with...

and then she killed her boyfriend.

Why are you so interested?

- Because I know her.

- You know her?

She's here. Patient number 99

is right under your nose.

Only we all call her Alice.

Suki, wait. This isn't Alice.

Yeah, because the real Alice

is probably buried under her floorboards.

What are you talking about?

Hogan slept with half the women

in this building, Sinclair.

He said everyone

he gets close to commits suicide.

Every henhouse needs a rooster.

We had a brief encounter.

When did she get loose?

You're sure it's patient 99?

Who's patient number 99?

I should've warned you about Alice.

Kind of the jealous type.

My doggy's name is Hogan.

She was trying to warn me.

- Who was warning you?

- The Scribbler.

There hasn't been

any suicides here, Sinclair.

It's just Alice doing

what she does best-pushing.

- Wait here while I call the police.

- I'm gonna go get Hogan.

Sinclair, don't you like this look for me?

Alice!

Emergency. Which service do you require?

Hello? Emergency here.

Which service do you require?

Better send them all.

Hogan!

Hogan?

You put Alice on the machine?

I was trying to help her.

I thought if she saw

a better side of herself-

I've seen that better side,

Hogan, and it isn't pretty.

She was bouncing around

the room like a pinball.

I didn't know

she was so messed up in her head.

- There's something terrible in there.

- And now it's out here.

I thought she was gonna kill me.

She is.

The only reason you're not dead yet

is because I'm still alive.

- What?

- She's following a pattern.

Everyone you've slept with, Hogan-

Emily, Cleo-those girls didn't jump.

They were pushed.

Oh, my God.

This is my fault?

- And she's coming back for you.

- No, no.

I can't, I can't. Just go.

- Let's go.

- Just-You gotta get out of here.

If she comes back,

I'll try to hold her off.

- You're not gonna be able to stop her.

- Neither will you.

Maybe not me.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Forget what I said before.

That machine's dangerous.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

F*** the Scribbler.

That's not you.

Go be whoever you want to be.

No, you're right. I am her.

I just hope that she's me.

- No, it'll kill you!

- When you Te crazy...

you sometimes have to let

your hands make decisions for you.

You watch them writing on walls...

defacing road signs.

You watch them like they belong

to someone else.

And the way you deal with this is

you learn to enjoy...

being the freak that everybody

expects you to be.

You watch your hands writing backwards.

You learn to read in reverse.

You learn to think from the bottom up.

Suki. Suki, please don't go.

Good-bye, Hogan.

This must be an important part.

The machine belongs to me now.

You can't have it.

No. Alice!

First the hens, then the rooster.

I'm coming back for you, boy.

I did this to you.

It's my fault. Leave her alone.

God made me this way, Hogan.

I'm sure he knew what he was doing.

They say you find out

who you really are on the way down.

But I've already seen it.

The Scribbler's machine

shows you everything.

It wakes up parts of the brain

that we never use.

Side effects include telekinesis,

super strength and cool hair.

They also include bad Alice.

The machine shows you

who you are on the inside...

for better or worse.

Hogan is a child, innocent and unspoiled.

Alice is stained black

by jealousy and resentment.

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