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SAM:

You don't understand the

weatherman?

HENRY:

Do you?

SAM:

Sure. He says rain, I bring an

umbrella.

Henry stares at Sam for a moment, trying to gauge the

psychiatrist. He seems to come to a decision.

HENRY:

I don't know what's real anymore.

SAM:

Go on.

(off Henry's non-response)

Give me a chance, Henry. I'm good

at what I do.

HENRY:

The voices never stop.

SAM:

Voices?

HENRY:

In my head. They never stop.

SAM:

Why were you so reluctant to tell

me that?

HENRY:

I don't want to fit into your grid.

I don't want you saying, "Okay,

paranoid schizophrenic. Two hundred

milligrams of Risperdol should do

the trick."

SAM:

You don't want me making

assumptions about you, right?

Henry nods.

SAM (CONT'D)

But aren't you making assumptions

about me? You think I want to fit

you into a grid?

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14.

SAM(cont'd)

I don't make grids. I want to know

the particulars about Henry Letham.

You hear voices. All right, that's

important information. What are the

voices saying?

Henry shakes his head and looks out the window.

SAM (CONT'D)

I think it might be helpful if you

start writing it down.

HENRY:

Writing what down?

SAM:

What the voices are saying. Write

down the exact words when you hear

them. Okay? Henry?

Henry hasn't been listening.

HENRY:

What?

SAM:

Write down what the voices are

saying.

Henry grabs a pen and a pad of paper from the desk and begins

writing.

SAM (CONT'D)

They're talking to you now?

Henry continues writing furiously. When he finishes he stares

at his own jagged cursive

SAM (CONT'D)

Can I see?

Henry hands the pad over. Sam studies it, straining to read

the handwriting.

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SAM (CONT'D)

(reading)

"Write down what the voices are

saying... They're talking to you

now?"

(looking at Henry)

That wasn't a hallucination, that

was me talking.

15.

HENRY:

You come inside my head, Doctor,

and show me how to tell the

difference.

SAM:

(continuing to read)

"Stay, Henry, stay. Stay. Stay.

Stay."

(looking at Henry)

You're hearing this voice now?

Henry nods, rubbing his palm over his scarred forearm.

SAM (CONT'D)

Do you recognize the voice?

HENRY:

Yes.

SAM:

Who is it?

HENRY:

I don't know.

SAM:

You just said you did.

HENRY:

It's a woman. I know her, but I

don't know who she is.

SAM:

I don't understand.

Henry says nothing, only scratches his forearm. Sam notices

the fresh burn on Henry's arm. He stands, goes around the

desk, gently takes Henry's arm and inspects it.

SAM (CONT'D)

What's this from?

HENRY:

I burned myself.

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