Patient Seven Page #3

- We can't do that, sir.

That's Dr. Victor's orders.

- This patient is violent.

- I'm right here, you know?

- All right.

What's your name?

- Jd.

- Jd, do you know which,

which city you're in?

- They won't tell me.

That was wonderful.

All right, all right,

go on, get outta here.

Leave him here.

Go on, go on.

Get the door on the way out.

All right jd, I am...

Dr. Marcus.

- What are you doing?

- I'm recording you.

You have a problem with that?

- Like I have a choice?

Can you, can you put

that away please?

Please?

- Is there a problem?

Oh my god, the

charts are right on.

You do have a problem

with plastic wrap.

- Can you put that away,

please?

- Mmm.

Here.

All right, all right,

look look look.

I'm wrapping it up.

Putting it away.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- All right jd, you are,

in spring valley

mental institution.

Do you remember

being brought here?

- I only remember one thing.

- Ah good, what?

- Why should I tell you?

- Hmm.

Well, if I'm gonna help you,

I have to know what

makes you tick.

- No no.

- - Yes.

No, no!

Please!

No no no no no!

Get it off me, get

it off me, please!

Take it off, take

it off, take it off!

- Not until you tell me

what it is I want to know.

- Help!

Help me, somebody, please help!

Help, someone please help me!

Help me!

- Out!

Right now.

- Please, take it off!

- Are you gonna

play ball with me?

You gonna give me what I need?

Now.

Jd.

So you don't

remember who you are,

where you come from?

Why don't we start with this...

Little problem you have

with plastic wrap, hmm?

- I was on vacation.

In the uk.

And he killed me.

- He what?

- He killed me!

- Who?

- I don't know who he was.

Or why he did it.

But.

In the dream,

I could see

and feel

and hear

everything!

- Trick or treat!

- F*** off.

- Excuse me!

Oi, that's no bloody

way to talk to children!

- Audi's in the garage.

Now f*** off!

- Evening, ladies.

- How's it going?

- Werewolf is mine, marry me!

- Marry me!

Oh sh*t mate, look at this!

- Mate, what are you draggin'?

- Hey!

Excuse me, aren't you?

Sorry, didn't you go

to Truman prep school?

- No.

- You did, didn't you?

You did.

I'm Alan.

Alan Fletcher?

I was a prefect

while you were there.

I haven't seen you since then.

You never really did fit in.

How are you anyway?

That's a brilliant

costume, by the way.

That's just genius.

Terry?

Come look at this,

look at all that blood!

- Ah, that is an

amazing costume, mate!

You're meant to be a

killer or something, right?

- I am a killer, yes.

- And that's the

body in the bag, is it?

Latest victim type of thing?

- Brand new.

- - Hah, brilliant!

F***ing brilliant!

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