I Don't Understand

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