The Kid Page #5

- Why do you feel that way?

Because I'm not like the other nutballs

that roll through here, okay?

I don't have a smoking problem.

I don't have a drinking problem.

I don't have a closet full

of ladies' undergarments.

Sit down, Mr Duritz, and tell me

what the problem is.

- No, you don't!

- Mr Duritz, I'm not trying to trick you.

I'm trying to understand

your issues.

Issue. Issue, singular.

Just one.

All right. What is it?

For the last few weeks...

I have been seeing

a guy in a plane.

Oh, I see.

Not that kind of seeing!

I mean...

I've been hallucinating

a guy in a plane.

And these delusions, or whatever

it is you people call them...

seem to be getting worse.

Anyway, now I'm seeing a kid.

And you think this kid

is a hallucination too?

Yes.

Is he someone you knew from your past,

from your childhood?

No, not from my childhood.

I've forgotten my childhood.

My childhood is in the past,

where it belongs.

But doesn't want

to stay in the past, does it?

Mr Duritz, I notice

your eye is twitching.

- I don't have a tic.

- I didn't say you had a tic.

It's not a tic. I have dry eyes.

Why are you asking me about my dry eyes?

- Why are you so upset?

- Because I'm having hallucinations!

And I'm asking you

to make them go away...

with very powerful medication

that I can pick up on my way to work.

Please, ma'am.

Mr Duritz, you will pick up

your powerful medicine...

and then you will...

go home and take

the rest of the day off.

- Yes, ma'am.

- This is for a total of four pills.

They will help to keep you calm

until tomorrow at 4:00...

at which time I expect

to see you back here in my office...

for an appointment,

which you must promise to keep.

Yes, ma'am.

You're having these

hallucinations for a reason.

- Yes, ma'am.

- And Mr Duritz...

you need to figure out

what that reason is.

Thank you.

The woman in question.

if I understand it correctly...

she was your pilates instructor.

- Um. Well...

- Yeah, are you watching this?

- Unfortunately, yes.

- I mean. Not beautiful

like you are. Honey.

- Oh, that's good.

- Why won't hejust say

what I told him to say?

- He's an actor. He's improvising.

- Give me his cell phone number.

They won't let him take

his cell phone to the set.

Well, just get me

any number, okay, Janet?

Coast Guard, the police.

Just get me a number before

he spontaneously combusts.

Let me see if I can get

the power taken out in Atlanta.

Okay, go.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Okay, got it. Bye.

- You!

- Don't get mad. I'll clean it up.

Don't move!

Look, look, this has just gotta

stop, okay? This is... This is wrong!

You can't just go around breaking

into people's houses like this!

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