Barefoot Page #2

They know everything about you.

I am off the grid, baby!

Just because I won't go

to websites,

just because I don't have

a cellphone,

I won't even look

at a television...

- that's why, that's why.

- You don't have to.

Come on. Sit down.

Sit down.

Mr. B.,

how's the Wildman today?

Yeah. She's nice.

Pretty women, Mr. B.

You remember pretty women?

Yeah.

Bertleman wants

to see you in his office.

Now, listen. I don't know

what frakel told you.

You're giving

alcohol and pornography

to my patients.

They're my friends.

They are,

variously, psychotic, catatonic,

manic, and delusional.

They are also my responsibility.

From this point forward,

you will have no contact

with these patients

except to mop the floor

beneath their feet.

Are we clear?

Yeah, we're clear.

Absolutely, yeah.

I'm fully aware

that if you lose this job,

you violate your probation.

If you let that happen,

you will find yourself downwind

from a category-5 sh*t storm.

- Can I...

- I'm done.

Okay.

It's

miss Daisy Kensington, right?

Miss Kensington,

do you know where you are?

It's okay.

This is a psychiatric hospital.

The police report says

that your mother passed away

and you left a note

for the mailman

asking him what you should do.

Miss Kensington,

are you aware of the time?

Do you know the day,

month, year?

Um...

I'm not exactly sure

what day it is.

It's okay.

Do you know why you're here?

I guess, uh...

...the voices.

We're gonna do some tests.

But I'm supposed to be sleeping.

I know. It won't take long.

Are you a doctor?

Yeah, I'm your special doctor.

Oh. Oh!

Oh, wait. Oh, stop. Please.

Oh, my.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

I didn't mean

to cause any trouble.

You didn't do anything

wrong. The guy's a freak.

- He was gonna hurt you.

- But he's a doctor.

No, no.

He's not a doctor.

Now, listen to me. You got to

protect yourself in here, okay?

You're the mopping man.

Yeah, I'm Jay.

Where's your mop?

Doesn't matter. I got to get

out of here. You gonna be okay?

Mrs. Nealberry,

go back to bed, please.

It's time to get up.

No, baby. It's time to sleep.

It's time to sleep.

Hey. Be careful.

It's time to get up.

Wash your face, wash your hands.

Sh*t.

What are you doing?

I'm coming with you.

What? No! You can't leave.

You're a patient.

I don't like it here.

Yeah, I get that.

But you can't just stand here.

Where should I stand?

Come on. Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Where are your shoes?

I don't have any.

How can you not have shoes?

They hurt my feet.

Look.

You got to go back inside.

You got to tell them

what happened, okay?

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