Drawn Up From Deep Places

(Excited, vicious)

You really must show me your license to practice medicine

sometime in future, Lean.

(To MRS. BENTHAM)

Again!

The LOUDEST CRACKLE YET.

TABLEAU SIX: AND I AWOKE AND FOUND ME HERE

FADE INTO the sound of a cloth being TORN, then DIPPED into yet another BASIN OF WATER.

BRING UP the SOUND OF BIRDS outside the windows of JACK’S room.

JACK

(Gradually stirring awake)

Uhhh.

MRS. BENTHAM

Sssh. Don’t try to move.

JACK

Who—

MRS. BENTHAM

I’m Mrs. Bentham. You’re at Dr. Purl’s, in the country,

and you’re here to get well.

She squeezes the cloth out, and daubs his forehead with it.

JACK

(Barely awake)

I . . . the river . . .

MRS. BENTHAM

That’s all over now. You were saved. With God’s grace,

you’ll soon be yourself once more.

JACK

You’re kind.

MRS. BENTHAM

As my position requires. What’s your name?