Touched With Fire Page #3

---

- Carla. Lucia.

L-U-C-I-A.

It's right there. That one.

Can you wait just one moment?

Hi. I'm Dr. Strinsky.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I wonder if I could ask

what you want your records for?

I don't have to tell you.

I know my rights.

Oh, you're right.

You don't have to tell me.

It's just that I...

it seems like you're upset

about something,

- and I just want to make sure that...

- No, I just want a copy of my file.

Sure.

You can come in my office,

and I'll sit and if you have any questions

and I can clarify anything,

I'll answer your questions.

It seems it began in college.

No.

I was great in college.

I did my best writing in college.

I could write all night

and then go party with my friends.

I mean, I had tons of friends.

I mean, I had these incredibly deep

relationships with people.

That was probably your illness surfacing.

What?

Sleeping less, being more personable,

more creative, wild.

Those are the beginnings of the illness.

You were just walking up to the edge.

Do you recognize this?

It's a poem you wrote.

"Please, God, let me feel what you feel."

I will stare up into the sky

with wide open eyes

until you burn through my irises

and touch my mind with your fire.

- I went to the desert.

- Yeah.

And you left this

on your desk before you went.

And then you forced your eyes open

and stared into the sun.

Is that what triggered it?

Uh-uh-uh.

Uh-uh-uh.

Hello, 911? I'm being held here

unlawfully at a police station...

That was your one call.

But I didn't call outside the station,

so it doesn't count.

Hm.

I don't belong here.

This is a hospital for sick people.

I'm not sick.

I can understand why you'd be here.

You look very sick to me.

There's no life in your face.

You look like you're about to tip over.

And if you ask me, you know,

you don't need electroshock therapy.

You need some jumper cables

attached to a Mack truck

to latch to your face to light up

those dull eyes of yours.

Do you think your mind

is sane right now?

More than yours.

Spreading messages in graffiti

about the end of the human race...

that doesn't seem sane to me.

Well, you're human, so you're biased.

Do a lot of people read these messages?

Everyone.

Well, how do you know?

Because of my online fan base.

Would you mind showing that to me?

Here.

There. You see that?

106 million people.

No, see, that number is the number

of people in the entire network.

Actually, only 119 people

have seen your page.

- What?

- See?

Marco, there's a lot of things

to figure out.

Why don't you let me help you?

Carla Lucia to check out.

I'm sorry.

You can't be released

until the doctors think you're okay.

- What?

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote