The Prince of Tides Page #3

tries to kill herself. It's a quirk.

A quirk?

I'm sorry. I was being cynical.

It's a family trait.

Oh, I don't think Savannah's cynical.

No? She's suicidal.

I wish she was cynical.

How is my sister?

She's out of physical danger, but-

When can I see her?

You have to wait until tomorrow.

Why can't I go now?

She's very agitated today.

We're trying to quiet her down.

I think it would be too upsetting.

Wouldn't upset me.

No, but it might upset her.

How's your coffee?

Is it hot enough?

It'll do.

In Savannah's poems...

...are you the shrimper or the coach?

The coach.

Luke's the shrimper, or was.

Savannah's last suicide attempt

was right after his death, correct?

Yeah, she had a few bad days over it.

Were there other times?

I don't know.

There might have been another time

when we were young, but I'm not sure.

How are you getting paid?

Why change the subject?

Because I don't like it much.

Is it okay if I smoke?

I'd prefer it if you didn't.

How well do you know

your sister's poetry?

I said I was a coach, Lowenstein,

not an orangutan.

I was also an English teacher.

I know her poetry. She's my twin.

I know it a hell of a lot better

than you do.

You don't like

psychiatrists, do you?

What good do you people do?

You ask a lot of questions.

I'm sick of this whole damn routine.

I'm sick of my sister's

attraction to razorblades.

And I'm sick of shrinks who can't

do a f***ing thing to help her.

I don't know if I can

help her either.

But I do know I'm not

gonna give up trying.

Why not? Maybe she just wants

to die too damn much.

And that's okay?

You sound resigned to losing her.

Hell no, it's not okay with me.

Yeah, but I am resigned.

Then I don't think you can

help me with Savannah.

I'm sorry you had

to come all this way.

What do you want from me?

Information.

You see, I've only been Savannah's

doctor for a few months.

There's so much more

I need to know about her.

I need to hear about her childhood,

and she can't tell me...

...because she's blocked

portions of her life out.

Blotted out.

So I need you to be her memory,

in a sense...

...and fill in the missing details.

I've spent my life trying to

forget those missing details.

- I beg your pardon?

- I-

God, she's a pain in the ass.

What time tomorrow?

I'll meet you at the hospital at noon.

Do you have a headache?

A doozy. You wouldn't have any

morphine handy, would you?

Morphine?

That's a joke, Lowenstein.

Come on, get out of the way, kid.

You're gonna get hurt.

Screw you, man.

You gonna help me with the bags?

You out of your mind?

I ain't helping you with no bags.

Come on, move!

Get out of the way, huh?

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