Drawn Up From Deep Places

Ow!

BOWKER

Watch the teeth.

LEAN

Thanks, ever so.

They BUMP THROUGH DOORS into PURL’S operating room. The gurney SQUEAKS into position beside PURL’S “MACHINE,” an electric generator used for primitive shock therapy. We can hear it HUMMING FAINTLY.

BOWKER

(To JACK)

Here we are, darling, all safe and sound.

We’ll just wait here a while for the

doctor to come fry your bloody loony brain.

JACK howls and thrashes.

LEAN

Stop baiting him, Bowker! He’s going for

my hands again, and I only got the two!

BOWKER

Easy cure for that, mate—

DR. PURL and MRS. BENTHAM enter.

PURL

I hope you’re not assaulting the patients again, Bowker.

That’d be two times this week alone; I might have to let you go.

BOWKER

Won’t be necessary, Doctor. I was just—

PURL

I know full well what you were “just,” Bowker, so do be quiet.

Mrs. Bentham, the headpiece, if you please.

MRS. BENTHAM

Doctor.

PURL

Where’d they find this man, Lean?