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I'm sure that every mad scientist has used the exact same rationalization in their work.
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How sophomoric of you.
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I'm sorry?
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I can assure you that nothing that happens at Edgewater could be construed as mad.
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Yeah, listen, I'd like to show you another part of the ward.
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Basta.
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Listen, your professor told me of a Captain Frank Sanders.
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Who is Frank Sanders to you, Miss Fielding?
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Are you feeling all right, Miss Fielding?
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Fine.
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Now about Edgewater.
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When we're done with the tour you'll know everything.
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So I'm not gonna be allowed to see your patients?
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I wouldn't say that.
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You were coming here expecting to find straitjackets and rubber rooms, weren't you?
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But you know what?
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I think it's something far more personal.
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Wasn't it?
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There's no place like home.
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Dr. Fibrian!
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Dr. Fibrian.
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Why are you doing this to me?
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Oh, God.
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Hello.
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Hi, this is Detective Russo with the Bishop County Police Department.
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Do you have a student
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- by the name of Deborah Fielding?
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- Yes.
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I'm just going over some names across my desk.
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I was hoping we could meet.
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Is there anything wrong?
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It's in regards to Edgewater.
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Yes yes, that would be fine.
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Come on by.
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- Hello?
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- Hello?
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- Hello?
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- Hello?
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Goodbye, Doctor.
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I'm Detective Russo with the Bishop County Police Department.
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Now why on earth would we need detectives here in Bishop?
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You'd be surprised, Miss...
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Oh, I'm Mrs. Gamble.
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You know, as good as things are going here in Bishop, someday soon we won't need detectives here at all.
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Is this Deborah Fielding's apartment?
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OH, yes, this is her apartment.
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Is she okay?
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I just need to take a quick look around.
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I get my ass kicked by Betsey Crocker.
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Mrs. Gamble the watcher, you've outlived your usefulness.
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Know your place.
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A girl after my own heart.
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When a child dissects a frog for his biology class, would any sane, rational person say that this exercise could be construed as evil?
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Feeding time, eh, Doctor?
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Yes yes yes yes.
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It feels her, wants her.
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Yeah, like a spider devouring its young.
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It's not what it was when it came to earth.
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Nor am I.
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You're the ears.
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You're the eyes.
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You're the link... the link.
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There it is.
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What are you up to, Doctor?
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Okay.
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Thank you.
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Oh, yes.
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Ahh.
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Feels like everything's unraveling, doesn't it?
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Doesn't it?
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Yeah yeah.
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By the way, how does Deborah know your name?
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You tell me.
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Miss Fielding, are you with us?
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Miss Fielding, Miss Fielding, are you with us?
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Hello?
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You don't mind if I tape our conversation?
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I thought we might start with why are you here?
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If I don't answer, are you gonna shock me again like you did Katherine Sanders?
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Oh, God.
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You don't mind if I call you Deborah, do you?
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Sure.
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Let's be friends.
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I'll take a cup of drugged tea with two sugars.
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Why are you here, Deborah?
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Stick it up your...
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Oh, God.
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You're pregnant, young lady.
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I suggest that you protect your fetus.
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Tell me your business here.
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Convince me you're not the F.D.A., so mired in their own bureaucracy, it takes them a year just to pass gas.
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You're here why?
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I'm here for the truth.
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The truth?
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Would you like to know the truth about your mother?
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How about that?
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She lives just outside of Bishop.
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See, see, I don't have a mother.
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And my father's not a...
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what do you have in there?
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