Where'd You Go, Bernadette(58)
DR. KURTZ: No, I’m not. You need to concentrate on getting yourself better, Bernadette.
FOX: I still don’t quite know how you fit in.
DR. KURTZ: I’m a psychiatrist at Madrona Hill.
FOX: Madrona Hill? The loony bin? Jesus Christ! You’re shipping me off to a loony bin? Elgie! You’re not!
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: Shit, are you?
BRANCH: Bernadette, you need help.
FOX: So you’re going to take Bee to Antarctica and lock me up at Madrona Hill? You can’t do that!
DR. KURTZ: We’d like you to come voluntarily.
FOX: Oh Jesus. Is that why Van is here? To keep Bee distracted with snow leopards and carousel rides while you’re locking me up?
BRANCH: You still have no concept of how ill you are, do you?
FOX: Elgie, look at me. I’m in the weeds. I can get myself out. We can get out of this together. For us. For Bee. But I won’t work with these invaders. I’m sorry, but I’ve had to pee since I got here. Or do I need doctor’s approval?
DR. KURTZ: Go right ahead—
FOX: God, it’s you! It’s him! Elgie!
BRANCH: What?
FOX: The guy I said was following me at the restaurant that night? This is him! You’ve been following me, right?
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: You weren’t supposed to know. But yes.
FOX: The point of all this is I’m supposed to be crazy. But I’m just so relieved that he has been following me, because now at least I know I’m not insane.
(BATHROOM DOOR CLOSING). (LONG SILENCE)
DR. KURTZ: I did tell you interventions aren’t my forte.
BRANCH: Bernadette was being followed. What if she did call Dr. Neergaard to cancel? Shouldn’t we at least check?
DR. KURTZ: As we discussed, doubt is a natural, even necessary component of interventions. Remember, your wife will not get help of her own volition. We want to prevent her from hitting rock bottom.
BRANCH: Isn’t that what this is now? Rock bottom?
DR. KURTZ: Rock bottom is death. This is to raise the bottom for Bernadette.
BRANCH: How is this good for Bee?
DR. KURTZ: Her mother is getting help.
BRANCH: Jesus.
DR. KURTZ: What is it?
BRANCH: Her bag. A couple of nights ago, only my bag and Bee’s were packed. This is Bernadette’s bag. Now it’s packed.
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: What are you saying?
BRANCH: Dr. Kurtz, this proves she was planning to go! Maybe she did become overreliant on the Internet and got caught up in a scam. People get their identities stolen all the time. They don’t get sent to the crazy house—
DR. KURTZ: Mr. Branch—
(KNOCKING ON BATHROOM DOOR)
BRANCH: Bernadette. I’m sorry. Let’s talk about this.
(KICKING AT DOOR)
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: We need some backup.
DR. KURTZ: Mr. Branch—
BRANCH: Let go of me. Bernadette! Why isn’t she answering? Sir—
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: Yeah, here.
BRANCH: What if she had pills, or broke a window and slit her wrists…. Bernadette!
(FRONT DOOR OPENING)
AGENT STRANG: Is there a problem?
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: She’s been in the bathroom for several minutes, and she’s not responding.
AGENT STRANG: Step back. Miss Fox!
(EXTENDED DOOR KICKING)
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: She’s not here. The water is running in the sink.
BRANCH: She’s gone?
DR. KURTZ: Is there a window—
AGENT STRANG: It’s closed. (WINDOW OPENING) The yard slopes way down. It’s too far up for her to have jumped without injury. There’s no ledge. I was at the front door. (RADIO STATIC) Kevin, you see anything?
VOICE FROM RADIO: Nobody in or out.
BRANCH: She didn’t vanish. You were standing at the bathroom door, weren’t you?
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: I stepped away for a second to look at the suitcase.
AGENT STRANG: Jesus Christ.
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: He made it sound really exciting.
DR. KURTZ: This is the only door she could have… where does it lead?
BRANCH: The basement. We never open it. It’s overgrown with blackberries. Detective, could you help?
(DOOR SCRAPING AGAINST THE FLOOR)
DR. KURTZ: Oh, God, the smell.
DETECTIVE DRISCOLL: Ghhaw.
AGENT STRANG: She obviously didn’t go down there—
(SOUND OF MOTOR STARTING)
DR. KURTZ: What is that?
BRANCH: A weed whacker. If she did go into the basement—