THOMSON

Let me take your picture...

EMILY

Is that a camera?

THOMSON

Yes, it is.

And when I light the powder...

EMILY

Ah! How long does it take?

THOMSON

Well, are you very good at sitting still?

EMILY

Why do you ask?

THOMSON

For, if you′re not, then

We'll have to clamp your head in place

EMILY

You really do that?

THOMSON

You′d be surprised how often

EMILY

I've had enough of clamps

THOMSON

I don't understand

EMILY

He doesn′t, does he

THOMSON

What are all these bruises?

EMILY

Does he know where he is?

THOMSON

These lacerations

May I look?

EMILY

What′s all this for?

THOMSON

Why is she here?

She doesn't seem to be insane at all

Would you allow me to place these flowers in your hair?

EMILY

He seems so nervous

THOMSON

Pardon me

EMILY

He′s very pretty

THOMSON

There now

Better then by far

EMILY

Should we hide the scar?

THOMSON

No! The scar is beautiful

It's like a heart

EMILY

I′m like Ophelia once again

Is it ever over? Will it never end?

What accounts for this morbid fascination with this suicidal girl?

Pretend you're drowning, moan and sigh

Only thing you′re not told is the reason why

This obsession is madness at its most perverse

My god, what in the world could be the purpose of this game

When every time it ends the same?

Poor Shakespeare's turning in his grave!

Still I must behave

Doctor's little slave

THOMSON

No! No, that′s perfect!

Don′t move an inch! That's far more real

I′ve never seen a face like hers

The world should look upon it

Well, I suppose that's why they′ve brought me here

Miss, I thank you

EMILY

I've done nothing

THOMSON

She′s done more than she knows

EMILY

I haven't heard those words in years

The chaser's coming for me

THOMSON

Why must she be chained?

I don′t understand

EMILY

He doesn′t, does he