The Tell-Tale Heart
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- 2016
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True, nervous.
Very, very dreadfully nervous
I had been and am.
But why will you say
that I am mad?
The disease had sharpened
my senses, not destroyed,
not dulled them.
Above all was the sense
of hearing acute.
I heard all things,
in the heaven and in the earth.
How then am I mad?
Hearken and observe
how healthily,
how calmly I can tell you
the whole story.
I was taken.
I sacrificed myself
to protect my team.
To protect you all.
No, not again.
Dear God, not again.
Will I ever escape,
will I ever be free?
Don't tell them anything.
Do not tell them anything.
Don't let them break you.
Don't tell them anything!
I wasn't always broken.
I once commanded the skies.
But now...
I can count on no one.
I Don't even know
if I can count on myself.
Maybe, maybe
this time it's over.
my life and my mind.
The price was too high.
No one else
would have given so much.
Let's start with last week.
I pray it's over now
and you can believe me.
And I can be at peace.
And be with her.
I'm makin' lies up
In my sleep
I run
From truth
How's he doing? He's been
awake for a few hours.
Did he say anything?
That's why we called you.
He won't stop talking.
Was he carrying anything?
Just this.
All right.
How you doing, Sean?
Gave us quite a scare
with that disappearing act.
You doing all right'?
You wanna talk
about what happened?
I'm here to help.
A lot of people
trying to help me lately.
Here.
Where you been?
You're shaking, Sean.
Are you nervous?
True, I'm nervous,
I'm very nervous.
But why would that make me mad'?
I feel
as if I can hear everything.
I'm sharper than ever.
I can hear your doubts,
hear your guilt.
I can hear all things in heaven.
Many things in hell.
Do you remember what happened?
I remember everything.
I am not a madman.
I loved the old man.
ridiculed, insulted me.
I didn't want him for his money.
Money there was.
I think it was his eye.
Yes, it was his eye.
Whenever it fell upon me,
my blood ran cold.
And so by degrees,
very gradually,
I made up my mind to take
the life of the old man.
And thus rid myself
of the eye forever.
Yes, his eye.
Why did he have to die'?
Tell me again, Sean,
what did he know?
What do you remember?
Listen how calmly and precisely
I can tell you this story.
My first time in New Orleans.
I wish I had better memories
of this beautiful city.
But my road to sanctuary
ran through this town,
and I can never forget.
As I rode the ferry across
the Mississippi River,
I could feel some clarity,
faint and fleeting,
but I was hopeful.
Maybe I could find peace.
Maybe my sacrifice
could come to an end.
Sean?
Yes.
I'm here to make sure
you get to the facility.
They don't want you
wandering off of it.
I didn't expect all of this.
It's nothing.
We always make sure
our guests are comfortable.
Lot of high up military
officials and politicians
come through here.
Is it far from here?
Huh, you in a hurry'?
It's not that far at all. Just relax
and enjoy the view of the river.
Sure is nice this time
of year, ain't it'?
Yes, it is.
Yeah, river's always changing.
Full of life.
Full of expression.
You lived here long?
All my life.
My parents were born here on
the island where I was raised.
And their parents.
And before that,
my great grandparents.
Interesting.
Most of my family
are fishermen, proudly.
Boy, I can't think of any other
place I'd rather be raised.
Tell you the truth, there's so many
stories, I could write a book on it.
When I was younger,
and my father were fishing
and caught a catfish
about half my size.
We'll be there soon.
I ain't gonna talk
your ear off, man.
No, I'm sorry. I, uh,
I just had a thought.
It helps me, so I don't forget.
It's all right.
I get it.
But he didn't get it.
No one could know
the price I paid.
I don't want credit.
I just want my life back.
Maybe this time
I could get it right.
I'd been told I was going
to see the best,
get the very best of care.
with all of my heart.
All that was left of it anyway.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
What'?
Who's that'?
My name's Sean.
I'm supposed to be checking in.
Oh, I wasn't expecting you.
Normally the driver calls
I must've fallen asleep.
Sorry about the lights.
You can't depend
on the power in this place.
Well, you're used
to it, it seems.
Yeah, I suppose I am.
It's easier to adapt than to try
to make things the way
Have you been here long?
All my life.
Or at least as long
as I can remember.
My father was a doctor, too.
It's in your blood then.
That's good.
I need a lot of help I'm told.
Oh, what you need
is afresh start.
And a new look on life,
which will come in the morning.
Oh, if it were that simple.
Well, that's up to you.
It's all in your attitude.
Haven't you heard that'?
I'm pretty tired.
Is there a room or...'?
Of course.
Follow me.
This place can seem
like a maze at first,
but you will get used
to it, soon enough.
This place must
be pretty old I assume.
Oh, it's history dates all the
way back to the late 1800s.
House was commissioned by a young
When he passed away,
his son redid the decor
and introduced the bust
of Edward Mordrake.
He supposedly had a face
at the back of his head.
It would cry and whisper things
to him while he tried to sleep.
What happened to him'? Who,
Edward or young master Harris'?
Both I guess.
Well, strangely,
their fate was the same.
They both killed themselves.
But these stories
are better saved
for when a better
light can be seen
and the hour is not so late.
Easy there. Now, don't worry.
It's not gonna bite.
Promise you,
it never hurt anybody.
I'm sorry, I, uh...
Go on, get some rest.
We have a lot of work to do.
Good night.
Good night.
Now, this is the point.
You fancy me mad.
Madmen know nothing.
But you should've seen me.
You should've seen
how wisely I proceeded,
with what caution,
with what foresight,
with what dissimulation
I went to work.
You can relax.
Relax.
under this scrutiny?
Constant questions,
distrusting glances.
The truth is here.
You will see how it unfolds.
You will see
my insanity is intact.
And I will end this.
I knew I could
not be alone in this.
That would be just too cool.
Help was always
just out of reach.
Just out of focus.
Sh*t.
I craved any escape.
Anything that
would dull my senses.
Anything that
would let me taste freedom.
Just a glimpse of a new start.
Or an end.
No!
Only here,
only in my blissful numb fog
could I dare to hope,
pray that she will come again.
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