The Evil Within Page #4

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- I'm not a criminal

- You don't have to be one.

Social Services can remove

a child from a suspect parent

on the strength of one

anonymous phone call.

Look, Okay, so let me get this straight.

I can make a phone call about anyone

at random without giving my name

and a person like you

will show up at their door

- and remove their children?

- That's right.

- And that's legal?

- Well,

A lot of people thought

it was a necessary law

that was a long time in coming.

We call those people idiots, Mildy.

Temper, temper.

You know, uy, this has been amazing, Mildy.

We must do this again sometime.

Oh, we will, we will.

(cell phone beeps)

(sighs)

Dr. Preston,

John Peterson.

I need to come and see you.

No, not next week.

Now, man.

Right now.

This b*tch, Mildy Torres

from Social Services

shows up at my front door,

finagles her way in

and tells me I'm under investigation,

that I might lose Dennis.

Why are you under investigation?

She said someone complained that

I've been losing my temper...

violently.

Now she doesn't think

Dennis is safe with me.

- You're very tense, John.

- But that's normal, right?

The situation I'm in

justifies my tension.

No, it legitimizes it.

It does not justify it.

The last time we spoke,

all you could talk about

was moving away from Dennis,

finding a care facility for him.

Yeah, and I still want that.

Then why didn't you give Dennis the

choice of going to Social Services?

Because she would've

sent him to Green Valley.

Have you seen the f***ing place?

- I volunteer there twice a week.

- Okay, well, it's fine.

It's just not right for Dennis.

You want a private hospital.

How badly?

How soon?

Oh, Christ, Doc.

I don't even have

a life anymore.

All I do, I... I...

I care for Dennis 24/7.

If he's not in the car

I don't even know

what station to put it on.

I just scan and I scan.

I don't even know

my own taste in music.

You have got

to get out of there.

Losing your identity...

That's a pretty, pretty

serious sign, John.

He's my responsibility.

I can't dump him

in someone else's lap.

I owe him.

No else can pay my debt.

Debt?

What do you owe him?

And Susan is handing me ice cream...

and she's dropped a little

and is slipping in it.

Looks like she's gonna crack her skull.

Oh, but luckily there's

a pillow on the floor.

Or a pillow case

full of broken glass.

But I rush in

and I catch her

and throw her on the glass.

Stop.

This is ruining the drawing.

(background chatter)

- John.

- No.

I don't even like that tone.

We're not gonna fight, are we'?

No, you're not gonna itemize the

way in which I disappoint you.

- Not today.

- Yes, I am.

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