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Scene 1 :  Open on Viewpoints title screen, then fade into subtitle "The Psychiatrist".

Setting : An office (Dr. Bradley's office)  Phone rings, secretary answers on first ring.

Camera (C) : From door, straight on secretary

Secretary : Good afternoon, Dr. Bradley's office.

C:  to door, Steven enters, while secretary is talking

Secretary : Is Dr. Bradley there? Hmm..(Steven shakes head and makes hand crossing motions, mouths "no")

C: secretary, inside desk

Secretary:  No, I'm sorry, he can't come to the phone right now, could I take a message? (gets paper, pen )

C : on paper, secretary bends so that her face is also in the camera

Secretary : (writing) Uh, huh...alright, thank you for calling Mr. Thompson, the doctor will get back to you shortly, goodbye. (hangs up)

C: Steven

Steven : Fat chance of that happening, eh?  What do I have planned for today?

C: Secretary

Secretary : (getting notepad, holding it up and reading it) Let's see, you have two schitzos, a clausterphobic, a depression, and a guy who is obsessed by the death of his cat 10 years ago.

C: Steven, follow him as he walks towards his office, side view...

Steven : Oh, wonderful (sarcastic)
 

 Scene 2 : Dr. Bradley's office.  He walks in and sits in the chair behind his desk.  A bookcase is in the background, looking much like a typical "psychiatrist office" .  Steven walks in and sits down in his chair behind the desk.  Three other chairs are in front of the desk, with space between Steven and a patient chairs

C: pan office, then go to Steven, he should be collecting things on his desk, writing on a pad of paper during the voiceover

Voiceover (Steven) :  As you may have guessed, I'm not just a regular doctor.  My expertise lies in the diseases of the mind.  I am Dr. Steven Bradley,  Psychiatrist.  Why psychiatry?  Sure, you go to any of the big colleges with the fresh young graduates and they'll say "I want to help people".  But that's bullshit.  You don't join this profession for any sort of humanitarian reason, it's that people will pay you $60 an hour to listen to them bitch.  Eventually, you get really good at pretending that you care.

C: door, enter George

George : (walks into the room very tenatively, fearfully, sneaks into the room and picks the chair the furthest from Steven) Hello Dr. B-b-bradley...

Voiceover : I instantly can tell that this guy is having his first therapy session.  The nervousness is obvious.  Also, by his selection of the farthest chair from me symbolizes his need to keep distance from the therapist.  This is what they teach you in university.  How to read what the patient is telling you, deciphering his hidden signs.  In real psychotherapy, the patient's actual words are irrelevant, it's how they choose to give them.  From analysing what they do, you can easily figure out what they don't say.

Steven :  Good morning, (checking appointment book) Mr. Charlston.  What can I do for you today?

C: George, in the chair, he is flinching and restless

George : (stuttering) Well, Doctor, uh, I don't know why I'm here.

C: Steven

Steven : Well, before we begin discussing some of the major problems in your life, I think that we should get to know each other a little.  Tell me a bit about yourself.

George : (just make something up, it's not important, just background droning)

 Voiceover : This is starting to sound like a job interview, isn't it?  The truth is that I don't give a shit what he's saying right now.  I'm looking for signs, ommissions, pauses.  The patient doesn't know that from the moment they walk in, they're under the closest scrutiny of a professional mind reader.  And people will tell you anything, especially if you try to make it look like you care about the real person, which of course, you don't.

C : Return to George

George : ...and then she left me, and well, that was it.  Now I'm here, and I don't know what to do, and thought that you could help me.

C : Steven, he is writing notes again

Voiceover :  The psychiatric stereotype.  You come in here, and I'll answer all your questions, and leave you with plenty of time to get your life in order.  It's not that easy, but people just can't seem to figure that out.  They need to make their own decisions, their own choices.  My only purpose is to listen to them, and try to motivate them to decide for themselves!  It's ironic that people come to me for help, when really, I'm just another person that they can supposedly rely on for guidance, when their main problem is that they rely on others!

George : ...ever since the University rejected my application, I've just felt the absolute shits, I mean, I know it sounds stupid and everything, but I just haven't been able to get all these rejections off my chest, I mean, the University, the job interview, Cynthia...

Steven : (stopping him, hand motions) Whoa, slow down there.  One problem at a time, buddy.

Voiceover : Buddy?  I've never met this man in my life!  But, we're told that we have to make the patient feel confortable, by putting on this facade that we are their friend.

George : I don't know Doctor (leaning forward), it's just that I'm so goddamn useless!

Voiceover : Can you say "low self esteem" ? Good, I knew you could.(Mr. Rogers reference)

Steven : That's a lofty accusation to put on yourself.  Why do you think that you're useless?

Voiceover : Hence begins pyramiding.  First I ask a question with an obvious answer, then I continue asking "Why" to his answer.  After a while, the patient naturally goes deeper into the meat of the problem, without realizing it.

George : I dunno Doc.  I can't work, can't get a date, can't even get into a Bachelor of Goddamn Arts program, it just seems that there's absolutely nothing I can't f--k up.

Steven : Why is the University so important to you?

George : Well, my family all went to some high class school, and I guess I just want to be like them, smart like my brothers, my parents.  They heaped it on me from Day 1.  Make sure you study, they said.  Shit like that.

Steven : So, you see this rejection by the University as a rejection by your parents?
 George : Yeah, I guess..

Voiceover : It's very selective when and where you interpret your patients' thoughts out loud to them.  Most psychiatrists are under the impression that it's best to let the patient disect his own thoughts.  This question was so obvious though, that I took the chance, and he agreed to it, kind of.

Steven : Ok, I think I see why you've come to see me.

George : (sarcasm) Pray, tell, why?

Steven : Basically, you hold low stock in yourself.

George : Basically?

Steven : You shoot yourself down before you can pick yourself up.  You're too influenced by rejection that you think that any sort of rejection is just rejecting YOU, personally.

George : Yeah?  And isn't it?  When Cynthia throws me out of the house, that's not personal?

Steven : Slow down..that's an entirely different issue alltogether.  You don't really have a proper enjoyment of your life, you're so busy feeling sorry for yourself that you miss out.  You think that everyone you meet is out to get you, to screw you.  And you're too paranoid, too cynical.

(pause, look at George and both)

Steven : (getting therapy drawer/bag/slipper, whatever the hell we end up using ;)

C :  Inside bag, we can see a pistol, folders, and elastic bands.  Steven's hand draws out a folder.

Steven : I want to try something with you.

George : Ok, what?

Steven : I'm going to read out a few sentences, and I want you to complete them for me.

George : (laughing) And what good is THIS supposed to do, oh Great One?

Steven : Just bear with me for a moment.  Ok, here goes : By going to University, I wanted to gain...

Voiceover : A degree, a salary

George : Uh, um

 Steven : I don't want you to think about it, just say the first thing that comes into your head.

George : Ok, preparation for future employment.

Steven : You thought about that one, but I'll let it go.  I went to University because...

Voiceover : I was facinated by the mysteries of the human mind.

George : I wanted to be successful in the eyes of my parents.

Steven :  I decided to try to join the faculty that I enrolled in because...

Voiceover : Large salaries, all in exchange for lending an ear to the hopeless

George : They were the only faculty that expressed any interest in accepting me.

Steven : I felt that my parents doubted my success because...

Voiceover : They didn't understand what I was doing, they wanted a lawyer, good Harvard boy.  I showed them what I could do though.

George : Because I couldn't get into University

Steven : (Checking watch) We're almost out of time for today, I'll give you one more.

George : Ok, shoot.

Steven : The single most hurtful moment in my life was when ....

Voiceover : 1982, September.  Suicidal patient that I'd been seing just walks into my office and blows his head off.  After that, I realized that no matter what I did, I couldn't change the fate of my patients.  That's when I stopped caring.

end scene
 

Scene 3 : Dr. Bradley's office

C : Steven picks up the phone, show the keypad as he dials

(3 rings later)

Michelle : Hello?

Steven : Hey, Michelle?  Are you busy tonight?

Michelle : (slight hesitation) Uh, uh...

Voiceover : Noncommital.  Reluctance to answer the question.

Michelle : Hold on, let me check my schedule. (rustling of paper)

Steven : Look, I don't think you really want to go, just forget it then.

Michelle : (protesting) No, no, please, I'm honestly just getting my schedule.  Geez Steve, don't doubt me so much!

Voiceover : That's another thing that you're taught : Whatever answer you hear, it's just what the patient wants you to hear, not necessarly the whole story.  What image of themselves that the patient wants to project.

Michelle : Ok, what is it, June 15th?

Steven : Yeah, that's what it is.

Michelle : (more rustling of pages) Ok, ok, you know, I'm not free tonight.

Steven : Well, screw it if you can't make it, no hell.

Michelle : No, wait. Just a minute...

Voiceover : She's going to try to accomodate me, slip me in somewhere blank in her busy schedule.  I've been dating this girl for the last two years, and believe me, nothing really changes.  She's going to find a nice spot to see me, and we'll talk, and eat, whatever.  Both of us have the same scheduling philosophies, our time is divided into hour blocks.  We'll slot one block each and see eachother, whenever she can make it.

Michelle : Ok, I've got it.  How does Thursday at 12:30 pm sound?  We could do lunch or something.

Steven : Or what?
 Michelle : (giggles) Oh, you know...something.

Steven : No Michelle, I don't quite grasp what you mean when you say "something".  Really, you have to understand that it could mean almost anything, from a walk to, dare I say -

Michelle : (gigling) Oh, you!  See ya Thursday.  Bye for now.

Steven : Bye Michelle.  (hangs up)

(sitting with head in hands)

end scene
 

Scene 4 :  Dr Bradley's office - Steven sits with Brian, clausterphobic patient.

Steven : How long have you had this fear?

Brian : Oh, I don't know.  It goes back pretty much as far as I remember.  I remember when I was young, there was a story in the paper about a woman who murdered her family and locked their bodies in a closet.  I think its origin dates before that though.

Steven : What sorts of thoughts do you have when you're trapped in enclosed spaces?

Brian : Well, it's obviously been a while since I've found myself trapped.  I wouldn't be able to say exactly what kinds of ideas rush through me.  I mean, my heart speeds up, that's one thing, I lose control of my body, and I see images, terrible images.

Steven : Could you describe them to me?

Brian : They're too horrible to mention, I (breaking down) wouldn't be able to talk about them.

Steven : Would you stand up for a minute?

(Brian rises)

Steven : I want you to walk towards that door, right against that wall.

Brian : (protesting as he walks) What is going on Doctor?  This seems strange.

(the closet door is open)

Steven : Just trust me, you're going to be ok.  Nothing is going to hurt you, you understand?  (Brian nods)  Alright, I want you to walk into that closet, facing me.

 C : Brian walks into the closet

Voiceover : One of the most important elements of every psychiatrist/patient relationship is trust.  If the patient and the therapist do not trust each other, that nothing is going to hurt the patient, then the psychotherapy goals cannot be accomplished.

Steven : (looking at Brian)  How does that feel?

Brian : It's cramped, but I feel better being able to see you and -

(sudden motion, Steven slams the closet door shut and locks it, Brian pounds on the door, screaming like a madman to be released.  Steven sits at his desk and takes notes while watching the video monitor on his desk)

Voiceover : What I just did is not cruel or inhumane.  It's a perfectly accepted technique, known as in vivo therapy, a Latin word for "in real life".  Exposing the patient to their phobia in order to learn how to deal with it.

C : Inside the closet, from the video monitor's perspective

Voiceover : It's strange, watching a human being thrashing like a caged animal, trying desperately to escape a force that only he can see.  Looking through the video monitor is much like watching fish through a fishbowl.   The patient is drowning in agony, but on the tape, you see only the actions of a madman.  Gripping the door, trying to bang it down, smashing his head, there is now blood on the walls from the desperate scraping of an inmate of the prison of the mind.  It's twisted, but you must face your worst nightmare before you can begin to deal with silencing it.

cut

end scene
 

Scene 5 : Cafeteria (Centennial) Steven and Michelle sit at a table.  Bit of a frenetic atmosphere people running every which way etc.  Opened burgers/drinks are on the table, looks like a meal.
(We enter the scene in progress...ie it is assumed that Steven and Michelle have been talking for 10 minutes or so)

Steven : (through mouthful of food) You know, this is really good today.

Michelle : Oh, well it's really no different than it would be any other day.  I mean, it's fast food.  It's all been processed the same way, used the same method.  And you get the same result. (taking a bite)
 
 

 Voiceover : She seems to be eating slowly.  She doesn't realize it, but subconsciously, she's giving off a sign that she wants to talk about something.  I can also tell she's anxious from the manner that she looks at her watch.  Just tenatively flipping it over every so often (camera watches her)

Steven : Do you have the time?

Voiceover : Subtlely calling her attention to her habit.

Michelle : (as she checks) Don't you have a watch? It's uh, 12:52.  Do you have to be somewhere?

Steven : Oh no, just wondering.

Michelle : Why do you want to know then?

Steven : I said I was just curious.

Michelle : But why?  Are you bored of me? (playful winking motion)

Steven : Look, let's forget about it, ok?

Michelle : (giggles) Oh Steven, it's funny how sometimes we go off on these irrelevant tangents.

Steven : Why do you find that funny?

Michelle : Ha! There we go again! Always asking "why".

Steven : Why? (as a repeating the comment tone) (Michelle giggles again)

Michelle : What do you think that you gain by just asking "why"?  Do you think that there's a point that if you ask "why" enough times that you'll get down to the meaning of life or something?

Steven : Why is life sacred?

Michelle : Steven, that's enough.

Voiceover : You never let a patient get away with not answering a question.

Steven : No, really.  What is life, to you?

Michelle : (shifting) You're really beginning to make me feel unconfortable.

Steven : Are you born, go to school, get a career, retire and die?  Or is there more?

Michelle :  Look, I should be getting going.  (gathering things, hurried)
 Steven : You know there's more, but you can't look in a mirror and face the facts.

Michelle : No, uh, bye for now. (walks away briskly)

Steven : (calls after her) You can't deal with your own emptiness! (she continues walking)
 

end scene
 
 
 

Scene 6 : Dr. Bradley's office, George is inside

Steven : Tell me a bit more about your relationship with Cynthia.

George :  I loved her a lot.  I remember that one time, we were at the park.  Together, of course.

Steven : Um-huh.

George : And the strangest thing happened.  We went walking along the river, and well, she accidentally fell in, and I remember having to go in and get her out.  (laughs) Yeah, those were the days.  That was the last time that she would walk so close to the water!

Steven : (ignoring the statement) I think that you really became more animate as soon as you started talking about your girlfriend.

Voiceover : Stating the obvious.

Steven : Why do you think that is the case?

George : Well, uh, because I love her I guess.

Steven : Love, or loved?

C : George, closeup

George : (thinking hard, looking at watch) Uh, um, er, I guess I still love her Doc.

Voiceover : I know how this patient reacts when posed a difficult question.  He checks his watch, even though we've just started this session, as if somehow he hopes that time and space have collided and made an hour pass in 10 minutes.

Steven : Why do you still love her?

 Voiceover : Ascending the pyramid.

George : Well, it's like, been so long since I've known her, I've never really tried to live without her.

Steven : Why not?

George : Hmm, I haven't had to, I guess.

Steven :  So, she was a mother figure, not just a girlfriend?

George : I don't know if I'd go quite that far, I mean, I had my own mother you know?

Steven : But you've left your mother now.  You are without a mother figure, and you need to replace her with this girl.

George : How can you sit there and make these accusations when you don't even know me?

Voiceover : I would venture to say that I know more about him than he knows about himself

Steven : I'm sorry if I offended you.  I was only making a suggestion.

George : Oh, it's ok.  I guess that you probably do have a bit of a point.

Voiceover : Oh, please, don't flatter me

George : I do depend on Cynthia.

Steven : Do or Did?

George : (looks at watch) Does it matter?

Steven : Well, I don't know whether you've put her behind you, or whether you're still living in the past.

George : I don't particularly want to talk about , you know, her.

Voiceover : Well, what else is there?

Steven : (laughs) Well, what are we going to talk about then?

George : I don't know.

Steven : Do you think about her a lot?

 George : (looks at watch) Yeah, I guess

Voiceover :  Cynically put, psychiatry is nothing more than a game.  The goal of the therapist is to extract the information from the patient.  You just have to ask the right questions, hit him where he's vulnerable and then he'll tell you his darkest secrets.  Getting the skeltons out of the closet and out in the open.  That's my job.

Steven : Have you ever thought about her sexually?

George : Everyone thinks about people sexually at times -

Voiceover : Of course, I know the answer to the question.  But the patient doesn't get anything out of the therapy if he doesn't admit his failiure.  So I continue to pry.

Steven : (leaning forward) Yes or No?

George : Well -

Steven : George, I'm only looking for a simple answer, yes or no?

George : (breaking down) Yes, yes, I did. (rising) Are you happy now?

Steven : What kinds of thoughts?

George :  (walking up to the desk) This has nothing to do with my problem!  What does it matter to you how I think about her?

Steven : (calmingly) Please sit down, sit down...

George : (sits)

Steven : From what you've told me, I think that you associate your thoughts of Cynthia with pleasurable feelings.

George : And I pay you $60 a hour to tell me that?

C : On Steven as he opens the desk drawer, inside is a pistol and a box of rubber bands
He withdraws an elastic and snaps it ritualistically

George : What the hell are you doing with that?

Steven : Give me your hand (stretches out his)

George : What the f-

 Steven : Relax, this is for your own good.

George : What are you going to do, read my palm? (laughing)

Steven : Your problem is that when you think of Cynthia, you experience pleasurable feelings, correct?

George : I don't really see that as a problem

Steven : If you associate that thought with a negative impulse, soon you'll learn to ignore it alltogether.

George : And how do you propose we do that?

C : George's hand as Steven fits the elastic around it

Steven : Every time you think about Cynthia, I want you to snap that elastic.

George : You trying to give me pernament scars, Doctor?

Voiceover : What the patient doesn't realize is that he already is scarred pernamently by his problem.  And here he is, sitting here before me telling me that he doesn't want to be scarred!  The outside is irrelavant, but as a race, we care more about preserving our external image than the thoughts and the feelings on the inside.  Even the act of  visiting a therapist most people try to keep a secret.  Yet, people will have plastic surgery after a car crash to reconstruct their face to its paper-thin external image, and ignore some of the deepest emotional traumas.  We have many faces, but only one mind.
 

 Scene 7 : Office, on the desk

Answering Machine (Michelle) : Hi!  This is Michelle Broderick, I can't come to the phone right now, but if you'd leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye. <BEEP>

Steven : Hello, uh, Michelle, this is Steven, look, I'm sorry about what I said earlier.  It was kinda out of taste, I mean, uh, well, if you're not doing anything maybe we could go for coffee tonight or something.  Bye.

(hangs up)

Voiceover : Admitting weakness.  As a psychiatrist, you can never let your patients know that you aren't perfect, that you don't suffer any emotional stress or trauma of your own.  Once you show that you aren't perfect, you become no better than your patients.

end scene
 

Scene 8 : Dr. Bradley's office

Steven : So, how's the wrist?

George : (laughs) Oh, it's fine, I guess.  I didn't snap that hard though.

Steven : Why not?

George : Oh, I don't know.  Too often I guess.

Steven : So, you're still thinking about her?

George : Yeah, I saw her the other day.

Steven : Maybe you're experiencing withdrawal.

Voiceover : Here, I'm trying to "share" his experiences, another technique that is drilled into our heads time and time again.  It's making speculations about the patient's feelings, with hope that they'll agree.  It supposedly makes the patient feel like the therapist is keyed into their feelings, even though it's just a ploy.

George : Withdrawal?  Why?

Steven : Maybe because you're trying to release yourself from Cynthia, and you've never tried that before.
 George : Maybe.

Steven : Maybe what?

George : Just maybe.  Do I have to give a reason for everything?

Steven : Are you trying to release yourself from Cynthia, yes or no?

George : I told you, maybe!

Steven : What the hell am I supposed to make of "maybe"? Maybe you're still thinking about her?  Maybe you've released her?  Maybe you're not sure?

George : Maybe I'm not sure, okay? (annoyed)

Steven : Maybe you're not sure?  Either you're sure, or you're not sure.  Pick one or the other.

George : What if I'm not sure if I'm not sure?

Steven : Look, just yes or no, Are you trying to release yourself?

George : (breaking down) I DON'T KNOW!!!! (rising)  Goddamn it, why do you care?  You see everything in black and white.  You just sit there and you're so goddamn calm, and you know what I'm going to say before I say it, you try to make it look like you understand my feelings with this "maybe" bullshit.

Steven : (calmingly) Look, just sit down..

George : No, I'm not going to sit down.  Why the hell should I take orders from you anyway?  Always asking why, always challenging my answers, as if you think I'm hiding something.  Are you that f---ing naive?  Do you think that every question has an answer?  Well, welcome to the real world, buddy, because you don't know everything.  Far from it.  You have your <drawer/bag/whatever> with all of your techniques, but you don't know the first thing about me.

Steven : Can we discuss this rationally?

George : There you go again.  What do you mean by rationally?

Steven : I don't know.

George : Maybe you just want me to sit down so you can ask me some more questions, and continue trying to trick me into telling you what you want to hear?

Steven : This isn't getting us anywhere.

 George : Isn't it?  But you know what I'm going to do next, don't you?

Steven : No, I don't.  Just sit down and we can pick -

George : I'm asking the questions now!  What am I going to do next?

Steven : I don't know.  You're out of control!

George : Am I?

Steven : Yes, you are!

George : No I'm not, I'm just out of your control. (exits, slams door)

(Steven looks out the door, calls Michelle, gets the answering machine)

Steven : Shit.
 

Scene 9 : Atrium/Outdoors : Michelle is walking down the hallway carrying her purse, Steven emerges from the elevator and chases after her.

Steven : Michelle!  You haven't been returning my calls.

Michelle : (walking briskly, trying to get away from him)  I don't have anything left to say to you, besides you seem to know exactly what I'm feeling anyway.

Steven : (walking outside) Look, did you think about what I said the other day?

Michelle : (stops, sits on bench) Yes, I did.  And I realized that this is never going to work out.

Steven : Why do you say that?

Michelle : Why?  Because, it seems that you treat me like you would treat one of your patients.  I'm sick and tired of you trying to analyse me.

Steven : Why do you think I analyse you?

Michelle :  Your problem is that you know me too well.  There are parts of myself that I need to keep secret, and you pick up on some obscure gesture that gives it all away.  I'm naked to you, there's no part of me that you don't know about.  Meanwhile, you're Mr. Mystery, always asking questions but never answering them.

Steven : Michelle, you don't ask me questions!

 Michelle : That's because I can't!  The moment I say something to you, you start to analyse it, try to fit me in to one of your categories.  I mean, you probably talk to me like you talk to a scitzoprenic!

Steven : Actually, you're an passive extrovert.

Michelle : Can't you face reality?  Every time I talk to you, it's as if I'm going through an interrogation!  You know exactly the right questions to ask, to try to get into me.

Steven : Why this sudden change?

Michelle : Because you don't seem to be able to admit that you are hollow.  There's nothing inside of you except your psychotherapy methods.  There's no heart, no soul.  You're just an empty shell. (she walks away)

Steven : (yells in anguish) WHY?

Michelle : (looks back) Some questions are better left unexplained.

end scene
 

Scene 10 : Dr. Bradley's Office, desk shot.  He is alone, looking down, distraught.

Voiceover : Was it love?  To tell you the truth, I don't know, the most hated answer of any psychiatrist.  I mean, there was affection, towards me.  Maybe the idea, of playing psychiatrist is my twisted way of expressing affection.   What does it mean, affection?  What is love?  Is love another word for sexual relationship? Is that what Michelle wanted?  Psychoanalysing people, is it love to know the feelings of another?  Or is it just a kind of intellectual masturbation?  Pleasure for myself, and no one else?  Is it more meaningful to love the image someone chooses to project, or the true feelings?  And, could it be possible to corrupt true feelings?  Where are true feelings develloped?  In the heart, the soul, or the mind?  Or are they all one?  And if one is soulless and heartless -

Answering Machine : Hello, you have reached Dr. Steven Bradley's office.  I am unable to take your call at this time, but if you would leave a message at the sound of the tone I will return your call as soon as I can. <BEEP>

C : Steven's therapy drawer, the pistol is showing.

C : the answering machine

(Steven closes the desk drawer off camera)

 George : Doctor, doctor, I don't know what to do, I know what I said to you before, but there's really no one I can call, Cynthia, Cynthia, she, she, she burned all of the pictures of us, right in front of me...oh God, oh God, I don't know what to do...I'm going to kill myself, Doctor, are you there?  I know you're there, pick up the phone, oh Christ, pick up the goddamn phone, this is it, I can't live anymore here...oh please, you're my last hope, help me, help me...(click of gun) Doctor, doctor, please...

<Gunshot>

fade to black

credits/closing theme (Albidoni's Adagio)

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