The Voices Page #6

a part of your world.

You're already there.

Become what

you're meant to become.

Fiona?

What do you think I should do?

Well, you can't

go back to work.

Can't stay here, either.

I think it's time

to see if the cat

knows what he's talking about.

- She's right.

- I totally agree.

Well, meow to that.

Just go around killing people?

I like people.

Aye.

F*** the dog.

Do it for the pleasure

it brings.

Come on, Jerry.

We'll get a bigger fridge.

The first five

are always the hardest.

Don't listen to him, Jerry.

I don't know about you girls,

but that Jerry guy...

And he's going crazy.

He's losing it.

He's in a troubled place

right now.

- - Hey, that's my boy.

You can do it.

Shut up!

Hi.

Jerry.

I got a lot going on right now.

What happened?

Well, um,

I've been crying a lot.

All the time.

And I stopped taking the drugs.

What? Why?

The cat made me do it.

Your cat made you?

Mm-hmm.

No, no, kind of.

I mean, Mr... Mr. Whiskers

does the talking,

but it's really me.

See?

I'm making progress.

It's not the cat.

I know that now.

Jerry, we had an agreement.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Warren,

I'm a bad person.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

I appreciate your honesty.

I'm disappointed,

but, hey, it's not like

you killed someone.

Um...

What, Jerry?

It... uh, it is

kinda like that.

Kinda like that times three.

What are you saying, Jerry?

Three peo... three people who

aren't alive anymore because of me.

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah. I know.

I feel terrible about it.

And I... I really need

your help right now.

- I'll help you, Jerry.

- Thank you.

Go ahead.

I'm listening.

Oh...

Okay, you remem...

you know the conga line?

At your company party.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Uh, everyb... everybody sang

"Happy Song. "

And you know

that English girl Fiona?

We congaed and we were

supposed to go to Shi Shan...

see an awesome show and...

What are you doing,

Dr. Warren?

- Give me that.

- No!

- I'm being held!

- It was an accident!

I liked all of them

and I wish they were all alive.

But there's nothing

that I can do about that now.

- Do you have packing tape?

- What? Why?

Because I can't let you go and

I still need a lot of therapy.

No, stay there!

You stay there now!

- Back! Back!

- Jerry, you're really upset right now.

Let's discuss this.

- Okay.

- Stay calm.

I understand.

Jerry, don't do this.

- Don't do this, Jerry. No.

- Shh, shh. It's okay.

Okay, we haven't got

a lot of time,

so we gotta get

into the big issues.

Do you believe in God?

- Mm.

- Me, too.

And I totally think

that He has it out for me.

He gives...

cuts everyone else slack

and then totally craps

all over me,

and I wanna know why.

Why would He put a little boy in

a home with a father like that,

make my mother

lose herself so completely

that she'd rather die

than be with me?

But if He is all-knowing,

then God must be okay

with me killing people.

Mm-mm.

Ah, a shrink who wants to talk.

Mmm.

But if I untape you,

we're gonna get

on the fast road

to mental health, okay?

Hey, you start doing

the silent shrink thing,

and I can't predict

what I'll do.

- Uh...

- Now...

why do I hear voices?

Oh, a lot of people

hear voices.

Or thoughts they can't stop.

A lot of people?

Yeah.

It might be a voice

telling them

they're worthless

or stupid or...

or it could tell them

to indulge every desire...

drink that drink,

take that drug,

follow every sexual impulse.

Or it could be a cynical voice

telling them nothing matters,

that their efforts

are insignificant.

You hear stuff like that?

Yeah.

I have thoughts.

Not exactly the same as you,

but similar.

They tell me that I'm fat

or psychotherapy is...

is not a worthwhile exercise,

that... that it's not real,

that I should've aimed higher

than a government job,

that my potential

is being squandered,

that I'm unworthy of love.

But none of that's true.

So what do you do about it?

Well, I can't

shut them off entirely...

nor would I want to...

but I can argue against them.

Just because you have thoughts

doesn't mean

you have to act on them.

You don't have to act on them?

No.

Being alone in the world

is the root of all suffering.

But, Jerry,

you're not alone.

Whoa.

See, that's like 10 years

of therapy in 10 seconds.

- Where are we going?

- Home.

I gotta feed my pets.

- All right, let's go.

- No, no, no.

You go inside, I'll wait

here and watch the road.

So that if I see him coming, I

can honk the horn and warn you,

and then you can

run back immediately.

You're a real hero, John.

Alison?

Ah...

John, call the police.

Call the...

Mr. Whiskers?

Bosco.

- Oh, my God, Jerry, what have you done?

- Please be quiet.

- Please be quiet.

- Let me go, for God's sake.

Mr. Whiskers?

What are you gonna do?

I told you I don't know, already.

All right?

- Bosco!

- What are you gonna do?

- What are you going to do?

- I told you, I don't know.

My pets are missing.

Jerry, let me go,

for God's sake.

Everything is gonna be okay.

Mr. Whiskers?!

Bosco?!

Bosco?!

Hey, loser. Is this the

b*tch you've been f***ing?

No. No. No. No.

Mr. Whiskers.

That is my psychotherapist.

Great job she's doing.

You're the picture

of mental health.

- Where's Bosco?

- He got hit by a mini-van.

- I'm lost without him.

- Good.

Now you can kill her without

all his pathetic yelping.

- No, no, no.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm gonna just do this.

Oh, God.

- Jerry?

- Yeah.

- I'm scared.

- She wasn't scared last week

when she threatened to send

you back to the loony bin.

Me, too.

Wha... what can I do

to make you more comfortable?

Huh?

- I want to make a phone call.

- She'll call the cops.

- You'll call the cops.

- No, no, no, I... I...

I just don't want to be alone.

Oh, oh, oh!

Stay right there.

Hold on. Wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait...

You don't have to be alone.

Ah, here, here, here.

Mr. Whiskers!

Dr. Warren!

Fiona!

Cut it out!

Mr. Whiskers!

Hey.

You did the best

that you could.

It's not your fault.

What are you gonna do to me?

N- nothing.

Nothing.

It's... it's fine.

Put me the f*** down,

you goddamn psycho.

I'll sh*t in your hand.

The suspect's car is

in the parking lot.

- Here. Here.

- I want you two on the right.

Fan out and spread around

the building.

- Cover all exits.

- All right, keep low, guys.

- Keep low.

- Watch, around the back, around the back.

Ahh!

Is this your brilliant

escape plan, Jerry?

Sneak out the back door.

It's your favorite door,

isn't it?

It's the best I've got.

This'll fool 'em since you're

bulletproof and invisible.

Run, Jerry.

It's been nice

knowing you, pal.

- Sheriff's department.

- I'm here.

- Nobody move.

- Don't hurt me!

I smell gas.

- Can't you smell that?

- We'll check on it.

- Where'd Jerry go?

- He went in there.

Suspect last seen

in the bathroom.

- Was he armed?

- I don't know.

I found a cat.

Come in here.

Jerry.

Hey, we found a cat and a dog.

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