Dead Ringers Page #4

When you get to be a famous actress...

well, doctors are...

...friendly.

Do me a favour. Will you allow me

to do the prescribing for you?

Thanks, Arthur.

You've forgotten to sign this, Dr Mantle.

Oh.

Sorry.

Actually, my name's Denis.

Sorry. I always get you confused.

Bye again.

If I had a game of squash now, Terry,

I'd end up a dead man.

I may win, but I'd be dead at the end of it.

- Tired?

- Yeah, that last one was rough.

- Were you there?

- No, I'll watch the tape.

I'll need it to get the FT paper

in shape, anyway.

Boston's yelling at me for it.

Hello, Mary. Then I'll just need

your tissue rejection data.

How's that coming along?

Listen, how about I write the paper

one time and you collect the data?

Sure. Just say when. Do you want

to see how it's shaping up?

No, I trust you to make us look good.

I'm exhausted.

Too exhausted to see Claire tonight?

No. Never.

- You'll need these.

- What's that?

Butazamine.

She's heard that it makes sex

come on like Nagasaki.

You're not feeding her pills, are you?

Listen, baby brother...

...I've got her number.

This lady's hustling us for drugs.

I don't think that's true at all.

- I think we should drop her, Bev.

- You drop her!

This is unknown territory

we're moving into.

Just cos we're handcuffed together

doesn't mean I have to like you!

Handcuffs?

You don't get it, do you?

Listen, honey-mud...

...we're on the run... and until we find

the release code to this thing...

...we're gonna get to know

each other real well.

I suggest we learn to like what we see.

You're a very self-conscious reader.

Just... Just loosen up...

...and play.

Come on.

Didn't you ever do routines

as a kid? Impersonations?

The only impersonation I ever did

was my brother.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Yeah.

We're not very close.

Beverly... That's a woman's name.

Why did your mom give you

a woman's name, I wonder?

It's not a woman's name.

It's spelled differently.

It's still a woman's name. Does your

brother have a woman's name, too?

Merian... spelled with an E...

...and an A.

What are you trying to suggest?

That I'm gay or something?

My mother wanted girls?

What the f*** is this

bullshit psychoanalysis!

Listen, Doctor...

...I think there's something

wrong with you.

I don't know what it is,

I can't put a label on it, but...

...you're subtly...

...I don't know...

...schizophrenic...

...or something.

Sometimes I like you very much...

...and sometimes you're an amusing lay.

Not much more.

And I can't figure out...

...why.

Beverly.

One for you.

One for me.

Please come this way.

My dear...

Sit down, have a drink...

...and tell me everything.

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