Stigmata Page #4

A tax lawyer?

When I met him he seemed cool.

Hey, hi, you guys.

- How are you feeling?

- Fine.

Really OK, or just OK?

I'm fine. So how's my day looking?

I started your first client

and you're booked solid.

Thanks. Wanna come over here?

OK, well, go back to Jen and dish the dirt.

So,

he seemed pretty cool.

Divorced, but no kids.

But he left the table in the middle of

dinner to call his mother in Oregon.

Major points for the long-distance mom.

Yeah. You know,

I thought I'd give him a shot,

but you won't believe what he did.

Every single time he took

a bite of his steak,

he growled. He growled!

Sh*t!

Stop! There's a baby!

Stop!

Wait!

There's a baby!

Frankie, what are you doing!

Where's the baby?!

Watch it, lady!

- Frankie!

- Where's the lady! Did you see her!

She dropped her baby!

Frankie, there was no baby, honey.

There's no baby and there's no lady.

- What's happening?

- No, honey, it's...

There was a lady. I saw her!

- There was not a lady.

- She dropped her baby!

I swear... I swear!

I just wanna get you home, OK?

You all right?

We'll be home in a minute.

- Frankie...

- Hey, you!

- Are you speaking to me?

- Are you Andrew Kiernan?

Andrew Kiernan? No.

My name's Father Durning.

May I help you?

No-one can help me now. I'm f***ed.

Passengers please exit the train.

Somebody help!

Frankie Paige?

We're gonna schedule some more tests

- for this afternoon around four.

- Did you run a pregnancy test?

Yes.

Am I pregnant?

No.

- Was I?

- I don't know.

Take this, all of you, and drink from it,

for this is the cup of my blood,

shed for you, and for all men,

so that sins may be forgiven.

Do this in memory of me.

This is the blood of Christ.

This is the blood of Christ.

This is the blood of Christ.

Well, am I psychotic, or dying, or both?

Well, none of the above.

Actually,

I think that you are quite rational,

and despite your wounds

you're in very good health.

But there is another possibility

that is of concern.

Epilepsy.

Epilepsy?

We've run some preliminary tests,

and, all things considered,

I think it might explain a lot.

But that seems impossible.

How can you just wake up one day

and have that?

Well, you can't, but, uh,

you described blunt trauma to the head,

disturbing hallucinations.

You're hearing voices.

- These could all indicate epilepsy.

- So what do we do now?

We're gonna insert some electrodes

into the upper neo-cortex.

Wait a minute, wait.

You want to put wires inside my head?

Frankie, we're gonna do whatever we can

to find out what's causing this.

You hang in there.

Epilepsy?

- You should get a second opinion.

- Miss Paige?

I'm Father Durning.

You spoke to me on the train.

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