Pickman's Muse (2010) - full transcript
Who is Goodie Hines? Why did he gouge out the eyes of his victims? Why did they beg him to do it? What could possibly have inspired such horrific imagery in his drawings and paintings that they've been banned--only to be duplicated to seemingly impossible detail by mild-mannered recluse, Robert Pickman, who claims never to have met Goodie nor seen his work, but refuses to reveal his sources? Dare we delve the mind of one dissolving into madness, to uncover his muse?
DR. DEXTER: As your doctor, l'm having
you continue this with the pharmacist.
DR. DEXTER: But as yourfriend,
l'm asking you to meet me halfway.
DR. DEXTER: The first step towards any
real progress is communication , Robert.
DR. DEXTER: And that's a two-way street...
lneed your help.
DR. DEXTER: You 're not just a patient.
DR. DEXTER: l made a promise to your Mother;
one l intend fully to keep.
DR. DEXTER: Anytime, day or night,
you need to talk, you call me. l'll be there for you .
LANDLADY: Three-thirty, back from the druggist;
l can set my watch by you .
LANDLADY: And pays his rent on time,
just like clockwork.
LANDLADY: l wish all my tenants could be like you .
LANDLADY: You 're a good, reliable man .
That's hard to find these days.
LANDLADY: All those pills you take.
That's not what you need.
LANDLADY: The druggist doesn 't have your cure.
LANDLADY: What you need is a good woman .
LANDLADY: l want you to meet my niece.
LANDLADY: She's coming here from New York.
LANDLADY: She'd be good for you . She's pretty.
LANDLADY: She doesn 't have any friends either.
And she's a good cook.
LANDLADY: She'd make you a good healthy dinner...
LANDLADY: Okay?
PlCKMAN: Alright...
ART DEALER: Twelve noon , right on the dot.
Are you ever late, Mr. Pickman ?
ART DEALER: l have good news for you .
ART DEALER: l got you another commission ,
a bed and breakfast out in the country.
ART DEALER: This old lady is redoing her guestrooms and
wants several paintings to match her new wallpaper.
ART DEALER: l got herto commit to six. Six!
ART DEALER: That will pay both of our rents for
the rest of the year.
ART DEALER: But l can 't take any credit;
it's never been hard to sell a Pickman .
ART DEALER: You have quite a knack for painting those
Lighthouses and Seascapes. These old ladies love you .
ART DEALER: Here are the swatches forthe wallpaper,
so you can match the colors.
ART DEALER: What's this? This isn 't the painting
we discussed.
ART DEALER: l know this painting.
ART DEALER: This was the one rejected by that decorator --
and rightly so.
ART DEALER: This isn 't your normal work. Look at these
brush strokes...
ART DEALER: ...very amateurish, and there's no soul,
no emotions...
ART DEALER: My God, Pickman; that was over a month ago.
ART DEALER: Do you mean to tell me you haven 't painted
anything new since then ?
ART DEALER: This is our livelihood, Pickman .
ART DEALER: This puts us way behind. Ashcroft is expecting
four paintings, and he's not a patient man .
ART DEALER: What am l supposed to tell him?
PlCKMAN: Fine! Tell him l can 't do it anymore.
ART DEALER: Robert.
ART DEALER: Alright, Robert, l'm sorry.
Maybe l've been overworking you a bit.
ART DEALER: lt's just that the money has been so good.
ART DEALER: Alright, take some time away.
l'll stall Ashcroft for a week ortwo...
ART DEALER: Travel; go on vacation; see some new sights.
PlCKMAN: What's the point? lt all looks the same...no?
ART DEALER: Oh, God...
DR. DEXTER: Robert? lt's Ambrose Dexter.
PlCKMAN: What do you want?
LANDLADY: l'm so sorry. Your doctorthought you
might be needing help.
DR. DEXTER: Robert, You missed two appointments.
l was concerned. l was worried.
PlCKMAN: l've been working.
LANDLADY: l'm very sorry, Mr. Pickman . We'll be
leaving you now.
DR. DEXTER: Working...? Robert, you 're painting again ?
DR. DEXTER: That's wonderful! What brought you around?
PlCKMAN: Doc, ljust don 't have time to get into it right now;
l have to get back to work.
LANDLADY: Yes, of course. Sorry to have disturbed you .
DR. DEXTER: Well, Robert, you know l'm the last man in the
world that would everwant to stop you from getting back
to work...
DR. DEXTER: But, when you have the time, come on in
and make an appointment...
DR. DEXTER: You know there's always room for you
in my schedule.
PlCKMAN: Yes. l will.
ART DEALER: Well, l'll be. What are you doing here today,
Mr. Pickman ? This isn 't your usual appointment.
PlCKMAN: l need money for more paint and canvases
and supplies and stuff.
PlCKMAN: Look. Can you sell this?
ART DEALER: lnteresting. Where did you get this,
Mr. Pickman ?
PlCKMAN: What do you mean ? lt's mine.
ART DEALER: Yours?
PlCKMAN: Yeah. l painted it.
ART DEALER: You 're joking with me.
PlCKMAN: No.
ART DEALER: This isn 't anything like yourwork.
ART DEALER: l'd swearthis was the work of Goodie Hines.
PlCKMAN: No. lt's my work.
ART DEALER: l've seen my share of recreations
of Goodie's work...
ART DEALER: but this, by far, is the best l've ever seen .
PlCKMAN: No, no, no. This is not a recreation .
PlCKMAN: This is an example of my new stuff, my new work.
PlCKMAN: l don 't even know who Goodie Hines is...
ART DEALER: Don 't you ever read the papers? ''The Vicious
Visionary'', ''The Painter of Pain ''.
ART DEALER: The media had a field day with him.
ART DEALER: You really should keep up with the news.
He killed and mutilated seven people.
ART DEALER: He cut their eyes out while they were still living.
He said they begged him to do it.
PlCKMAN: l'm sure they did... l still don 't know who he is.
ART DEALER: You should. He's up at County Hospital
with your Dr. Dexter.
ART DEALER: Ambrose Dexter is your doctor, right?
PlCKMAN: Yeah.
ART DEALER: He never mentioned Goodie?
PlCKMAN: No! l don 't even know why he would.
ART DEALER: Your Doctor kept Goodie from getting the Chair.
ART DEALER: Sometimes l think you live in a bubble.
You know that, Robert?.
PlCKMAN: Maybe l do. ljust came by for supplies...
ART DEALER: Ever since all that horrible business...
ART DEALER: l've got people coming in here all the time trying
to pass off imitations of Goodie's work...
ART DEALER: ...especially of the church.
ARTDEALER: This is the best example l've seen .
ART DEALER: And you 've never seen one of
Goodie's paintings?
PlCKMAN: ljust don 't know how many times l can tell you -- no.
ART DEALER: That's simply amazing. Well, l want to show
you something.
PlCKMAN: Show me what?
ART DEALER: One of Goodie's works, of course. l've got one
of the last ones.
ART DEALER: Managed to get one before they locked them all
up as evidence.
ART DEALER: And l'm going to retire on that sale when
the time's right.
PlCKMAN: l don 't have time right now. ljust need
the supplies...
ART DEALER: l'll take care of your supplies. But come on ,
l want to show you this.
ART DEALER: l'm embarrassed to say it, but those murders
were a real boon for sales.
ART DEALER: You know what they say: Nothing improves the
price of an artist's work more than death, or insanity.
ART DEALER: l had a feeling something was not right with
Goodie when he starting signing his paintings differently.
ART DEALER: Strange little thing, really; he began connecting
the two O's in Goodie like the sign for infinity.
ART DEALER: Yep. Amazing piece of work, isn 't it?
ART DEALER: Say what you want about the material, but no
one has a right to deprive the art community of such work.
PlCKMAN: l've never seen anything like this.
ARTDEALER: This is one of his last pieces. His most radical
change in style.
ART DEALER: Don 't stare at it too long; it'll give you one hell of
a headache.
ART DEALER: Something he does with the angles, the way
they are all wrong like that.
ART DEALER: You 'll get a pain in your head a handful of
aspirins won 't get rid of -- trust me.
ART DEALER: Hideous and beautiful all at the
same time -- isn 't it?
PlCKMAN: l'd give anything to paint like this.
ART DEALER: He had such an incredible imagination .
ART DEALER: No matter how horrible the image, you feel as if
you know it, or should know it.
PlCKMAN: Like a forgotten nightmare...
ART DEALER: Look at the faces of the victims.
ART DEALER: The anguish is so real, and every inch of that
strange landscape holds a weight to it, a truth.
ART DEALER: As if it were drawn from a photograph
and not pulled from his imagination .
ART DEALER: As if he were there.
ART DEALER: He would go on and on about anotherworld that
he said he was able to look upon through a secret window.
ART DEALER: He was painting like an out of control fire.
ART DEALER: At times l almost though the was afraid of what
would happen if he should stop...
ART DEALER: But nothing kept him from getting his worlds
onto canvas.
ART DEALER: Even when he ran out of supplies,
he found a way...
ART DEALER: When he ran out of canvases, he simply painted
overwhat was his first obsession ...
PlCKMAN: lt's the church... The church on Federal Hill.
ART DEALER: lt's almost like a watermark for any of
Goodie's final work.
GUARD: Dr. Dexter, l'm glad to see you . l've been paging you .
DR. DEXTER: ls Doctor Meyer alright?.
GUARD: Yes.
DR. DEXTER: Was he with Goodie Hines?
GUARD: He's still down there.
DR. DEXTER: l was in the otherwing. The orderly told me....
Are you all right?
RlCHARD: Yes. l'll be fine.
RlCHARD: lt's just a scratch; it'll heal.
RlCHARD: l'm not so sure about my pride.
DR. DEXTER: What happened?
RlCHARD: l wasn 't paying attention . l was concentrating on my
notes, and l let Goodie get too close...
RlCHARD: He managed to get my fountain pen from me.
DR. DEXTER: Oh, Richard..!
RlCHARD: l know, l know. l feel so foolish.
DR. DEXTER: That's all l need today, Goodie Hines with a pen .
DR. DEXTER: You know how hard it's going to be to
get that pen from him?
DR. DEXTER: We might as well be trying to unscrew
all his limbs.
RlCHARD: l'm sorry. l feel like a first year resident.
DR. DEXTER: No, the important thing is you 're all right.
DR. DEXTER: l want you to get down to the infirmary and have
that hand cleaned thoroughly.
DR. DEXTER: We'll take care of this...
DR. DEXTER: Get nurse Julie. She's good with sedatives.
Lithium.
GUARD: She's already on the way.
RlCHARD: Are you sure?
DR. DEXTER: lt'll be fine. Go to the infirmary.
RlCHARD: And don 't think about keeping that pen ...
RlCHARD: lt was a gift from my fatherwhen l got my degree.
DR. DEXTER: l'll get the pen . l might ask forthe degree back.
RlCHARD: Ouch, that hurt doctor.
DR. DEXTER: lt was meant to...
DR. DEXTER: Goodie, we can 't let you keep that pen .
DR. DEXTER: We need him sedated and restrained.
GOODlE: Don 't take it away from me! Don 't take it away!
GOODlE: l can draw you the truth!
GOODlE: l can draw you all the forgotten gods and forgotten
places that man refuses to see...
GOODlE: Let me draw it for you ! Let me draw it for you !
Let me draw it for you ..!
VOICE.. Come- to us. Robe-rt .
VOICE.. Come- to us...
VOICE.. Robe-rt ...
VOICE.. Robe-rt ...
VOICE.. Robe-rt ...
VOICE.. Come- to us...
[SEE]
VOICE.. Se-e-...
PlCKMAN: l didn 't do that painting...
PlCKMAN: l didn 't do that.
PlCKMAN: l didn 't do that painting.
PlCKMAN: l didn 't paint that...
VOICE.. Don 't stop. Ke-e-p painting.
PlCKMAN: Who's there?
VOICE: So much more to see...
There is more to see...
PlCKMAN: What do you want?
VOICE.. Sign your work .
VOlCE: There is so much more we can show you , Robert.
VOICE.. Just sign your work ...
VOICE.. Sign your work ...
LANDLADY: Mr. Pickman ...
PlCKMAN: l can 't be bothered with this right now.
LANDLADY: l'm so sorry, Mr. Pickman .
LANDLADY: But l thought we arranged for you to meet
my niece tonight.
LANDLADY: She spent all morning cooking.
LANDLADY: What do you think Mr. Pickman ?
She is pretty, no?
PlCKMAN: Yeah...fine...you know -- whatever...
PlCKMAN: Come on in ... let's just get this overwith...
LANDLADY: What is this thing you are doing in my apartment..?
LANDLADY: What sort of man are you ?!
LANDLADY: Such horrible thing... lt's terrible.
LANDLADY: lt must be destroyed!
LANDLADY: lt's garbage!
LANDLADY: ...must go in garbage!
PlCKMAN: Let go!
PlCKMAN: Don 't touch my things.
PlCKMAN: l invite you into my house and you do this...
PlCKMAN: Leave me!
DR. DEXTER: What's wrong, dear...
DR. DEXTER: ...is Mr. Pickman alright?
NlECE: No.
NlECE: He's a terrible man .
NlECE: Why would anyone paint those things?
DR. DEXTER: Now slow down .
DR. DEXTER: Tell me exactly what happened.
NlECE: My Aunt brought me up to introduce me to Mr. Pickman .
NlECE: She said he was a good man .
NlECE: But a good man would never paint those places.
NlECE: My Aunt cursed at him when she saw
those ''things'' he had painted.
NlECE: Horrible, horrible places.
NlECE: The angles were all wrong...
NlECE: ...and they made me dizzy to look at them.
NlECE: But they looked so real.
NlECE: l don 't know how someone can imagine those
kinds of nightmares.
NlECE: l called the police.
NlECE: No one should allow what he has done.
NlECE: Please don 't look at those paintings, for your own good.
NlECE: l am so afraid.
NlECE: l'm afraid l won 't be able to forget what l've seen .
POLlCEMAN: Look, l need you to understand, there is nothing l
can do!
POLlCEMAN: He hasn 't broken any laws.
LANDLADY: Those are sins!
LANDLADY: These things do not belong in this world.
LANDLADY: l want him out.
POLlCEMAN: Whoa... Whoa... Who are you ?!
DR. DEXTER: l'm DoctorAmbrose Dexter.
DR. DEXTER: l'm Robert Pickman 's physician .
DR. DEXTER: l think l may be able to help...
LANDLADY: l want him out!
LANDLADY: Take him with you ...
LANDLADY: Lock him in the nut home.
LANDLADY: Look! Look at what he's brought into my home.
LANDLADY: Look at it!
LANDLADY: You see! You see!
LANDLADY: An abomination on all that is good!
PlCKMAN: You don 't like it, you don 't have to look at it.
LANDLADY: lgnoring sin is more of a sin than sin itself.
LANDLADY: Turning a blind eye, this is how evil is able to
slowly creep into this world.
LANDLADY: Don 't you see what he's brought in here?
LANDLADY: Why don 't you do something?!
POLlCEMAN: There's nothing we can do.
POLlCEMAN: By law he hasn 't done anything wrong.
LANDLADY: Are you blind?!
POLlCEMAN: Please, Lady, we can 't let you bother your
tenant like this.
POLlCEMAN: He hasn 't broken any laws.
PlCKMAN: My rent is paid in full.
PlCKMAN: l don 't have to put up with these
disturbances anymore.
LANDLADY: At the end of the month, you 're out!
PlCKMAN: Well, l have a signed lease!
PlCKMAN: l don 't want to see you again !
POLlCEMAN: Mister, understand this.
POLlCEMAN: The reason l'm not taking you downtown
is because l can 't...
POLlCEMAN: ...not because l don 't agree with her...
POLlCEMAN: ...because l do!
POLlCEMAN: There's nothing on the books l can charge
you with.
POLlCEMAN: But keep it up. Just give me a reason .
PlCKMAN: Okay. You want to handle a real disturbance
for a change?
PlCKMAN: You want to act like a real cop?
PlCKMAN: Then you can do something about that damn dog!
PlCKMAN: You have no idea how many paintings that yapping
mutt has shoved out of my head.
PlCKMAN: They're simpletons, you know...
PlCKMAN: Simple...simple...simpletons...
PlCKMAN: They know nothing about art -- or creativity...
DR. DEXTER: Robert, your landlady is going to evict you !
PlCKMAN: l can handle my landlady.
PlCKMAN: Nothing a little bit of money won 't solve -- right?
DR. DEXTER: l'm afraid not. lt's gone way beyond that.
DR. DEXTER: l don 't claim to understand what you 've gotten
yourself involved with...
DR. DEXTER: But, l have to intervene.
PlCKMAN: Oh, is that right?
PlCKMAN: l'm sorry to inconvenience you ...
PlCKMAN: But l actually have to get back to work now. My
paintings...
DR. DEXTER: Robert, l've seen these painting before -- l know
them!
PlCKMAN: l don 't have time for your games.
DR. DEXTER: This is not a game.
DR. DEXTER: Where did you get the ideas forthese images?
PlCKMAN: You can call it inspiration .
DR. DEXTER: Did Goodie Hines inspire you ?
PlCKMAN: Goodie. Goodie. Goodie. That's the second time
l've heard that name this week.
PlCKMAN: One of yourfailed patients, l understand.
DR. DEXTER: Listen to me...
DR. DEXTER: Your paintings are identical to his...
DR. DEXTER: Where did you get the ideas forthese images?
PlCKMAN: So now you call me a plagiarist!
PlCKMAN: A plagiarist! As if l'm not capable of painting
something myself!
PlCKMAN: Doc...
PlCKMAN: Our relationship is over;
lneed you to leave.
PlCKMAN: You never respected me.
PlCKMAN: And if you want these pictures of the church -- you
can have them.
PlCKMAN: Consider it yourfinal payment.
PlCKMAN: Please,just leave.
DR. DEXTER: Pardon me young ladies.
DR. DEXTER: l noticed something odd in the churchyard
overthere...
DR. DEXTER: Do any of you know anything about it?
GlRL: A nasty octopus, or a squid, or something -- right?
GlRL: That thing is stinking up the street!
GlRL: Probably one of the boys did it.
DR. DEXTER: Why would they do something like that?.
GlRL: They try to show each otherthey're not scared.
DR. DEXTER: Scared? Of the Church?
DR. DEXTER: You girls don 't believe in ghosts -- do you ?
GlRL: Not ghosts, something worse.
GlRL: The boys put that thing in the yard to make fun of their
religion .
GlRL: Guess it looks like some of the stuff they used to pray to
in there.
DR. DEXTER: l don 't understand.
DR. DEXTER: What does that thing in the yard have to do with
a Catholic Church?
GlRL: lt's not a Catholic Church anymore.
GlRL: lt hasn 't been for like a hundred years.
GlRL: They sold it off.
DR. DEXTER: Who bought it?
GlRL: Whoeverthey were, they didn 't pray to God in there.
GlRL: That's why they got run off a long time ago.
GlRL: No one wants anything to do with the place.
GlRL: l think it's betterto just leave it alone.
DR. DEXTER: You really think people are that scared of
the place?
GlRL: Sure. Can 't you tell by just looking at it?
GlRL: Hadn 't you noticed?
DR. DEXTER: No. Notice what?
GlRL: The windows.
GlRL: You ever seen an abandoned building without
one single broken window?
GlRL: And you know how boys are...
CLERK: May we help you ?
DR. DEXTER: Yes. l need to know who holds the deed to a
piece of property.
CLERK: What's the address you 're searching for, Sir?
DR. DEXTER: Well, l'm not sure of the exact address.
CLERK: We can 't do a search without an address.
DR. DEXTER: Well, it shouldn 't be too hard to find.
DR. DEXTER: lt's the church at the top of Federal Hill; it's the
only one up there.
CLERK: What is that? 1700 West?
CLERK: 1800 West.
CLERK: Hold on , let me take a look.
CLERK: Here it is.
CLERK: lt shows here that it had several owners since the
Catholic Church sold it off.
DR. DEXTER: Who's the current owner?
CLERK: lt's a holding company: RF&R.
CLERK: They've overseen the property for over
seventy-five years.
CLERK: Not a single tax payment missed. lt's all legit.
DR. DEXTER: How do l get a hold of this RF&R?
CLERK: Seems to be based out of London ...
DR. DEXTER: Seems?!
CLERK: Yeah, sorry. This information isn 't exactly up to date.
CLERK: Doesn 't look like any of this info has been put into our
new computer system.
CLERK: Sorry. But there are several references here to a
religious organization named ''Starry Wisdom''.
DR. DEXTER: Did you say Starry Wisdom?
CLERK: Yes, it's the name of the organization at the
time of purchase.
DR. DEXTER: Starry Wisdom...
CLERK: Are you ok?
CLERK: Can l get you a glass of water or something?
CLERK: You look like you 've seen a ghost.
GOODlE: l'd wake up every day staring out the window...
GOODlE: ...praying for something, anything, different then what
l had seen the day before.
GOODlE: Anything.
GOODlE: Beauty.
GOODlE: Horror.
GOODlE: Anything but the same horizon , the same blue sky.
GOODlE: But each day just ticked before me like the next...
GOODlE: ...like a metronome.
GOODlE: Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...
GOODlE: Pounding the same question into my mind!
GOODlE: Why...?!
GOODlE: Why... go on ?
GOODlE: The only thing that would turn me back...
GOODlE: ...was the sudden fearthat what might be next, may
be even more tedious.
GOODlE: Then l found Starry Wisdom.
GOODlE: Starry Wisdom holds the window...
GOODlE: ...which shows me the world unseen .
lNTERVlEWER: Does this Starry Wisdom tell you to do things?
GOODlE: Yes... Oh, yes.
GOODlE: For my duties, l am rewarded.
lNTERVlEWER: Rewarded? What kind of reward?
GOODlE: To see!
GOODlE: The reward is to see...
lNTERVlEWER: l'm interested, Goodie...
lNTERVlEWER: ...why do you keep referring to your creative
side as that?
GOODlE: As what?.
lNTERVlEWER: Starry Wisdom.
lNTERVlEWER: That's what Starry Wisdom is, isn 't it...?
lNTERVlEWER: Your creative side? Your imagination ?
lNTERVlEWER: Why do you choose to call it that?.
GOODlE: You think Starry Wisdom is a metaphor?
GOODlE: A simile?
GOODlE: A fabrication of my mind?
GOODlE: Well, my mind is clear...
GOODlE: Yours is clouded.
GOODlE: You haven 't heard a thing l've said.
GOODlE: You 're blind.
GOODlE: All of you are blind!
GOODlE: Starry Wisdom is real!
GOODlE: Starry Wisdom is right on the horizon , but you
can 't see it.
GOODlE: lt's right under your nose.
GOODlE: Look out any window in this city and you will see it!
GOODlE: You will see it...!
PlCKMAN: Shut up...
PlCKMAN: Shut up...
PlCKMAN: You know some of us are trying to work!
PlCKMAN: ljust need some peace and quiet.
PlCKMAN: Shut the dog up!
VOlCE: No distractions...
LANDLADY: Pickman , l know you 're in there.
LANDLADY: Pickman , l'm here with the police.
LANDLADY: They want to talk to you .
LANDLADY: Pickman , do you hear me?!
PlCKMAN: lt'll be just a second...
PlCKMAN: Just give me one more minute!
LANDLADY: Pickman !
PlCKMAN: Yeah...Yeah, l'll be there in just a second! Okay?
LANDLADY: Pickman ! Do you hear!?
PlCKMAN: Just a second, l'm just getting some clothes.
PlCKMAN: Just a minute, l'll be right there.
LANDLADY: We haven 't got all day!
LANDLADY: Pickman ...!
PlCKMAN: Yeah. What do you want?
LANDLADY: This detective wants to talk to you .
DETECTlVE: Someone killed a dog last night.
LANDLADY: lt wasn 't killed. lt was butchered.
LANDLADY: And the parts laid out -- like in some of those
paintings of yours.
DETECTlVE: We're just checking the building to see if anyone
saw or heard anything.
DETECTlVE: Did you , sir?
PlCKMAN: No...no...
PlCKMAN: l didn 't see anything.
DETECTlVE: Didn 't you file a number of noise complaints
against the owners of that dog?
PlCKMAN: Yeah.
PlCKMAN: You telling me l'm the only one that's complained
about that yapping dog?
DETECTlVE: Call the Precinct in case you happen to
remember anything.
PlCKMAN: Yes. l will.
LANDLADY: l know it was you ...
DR. DEXTER: Robert.
DR. DEXTER: Open up. l'm not going away!
DR. DEXTER: Robert!
DR. DEXTER: Robert!
DR. DEXTER: Robert!
DR. DEXTER: Robert, are you here?
PlCKMAN: What are you doing here?
DR. DEXTER: Who've you been talking to?
PlCKMAN: Get the hell out of my place!
DR. DEXTER: l want to know who's been filling your mind with these things!
DR. DEXTER: l don 't want you here.
You 're coming with me!
PlCKMAN: Who let you in here?
DR. DEXTER: You gave me a key!
DR. DEXTER: The first thing we're going to do is destroy these obscenities!
PlCKMAN: Don 't touch my... Get out of here!
PlCKMAN: You 're not to touch my paintings.
Please don 't touch my things.
DR. DEXTER: l'm not leaving!
R. DEXTER: l'm not going from here... until all of those drawings are destroyed
DR. DEXTER: l'm not going to let this happen to me again !
LANDLADY: What's going on in here?
LANDLADY: l'm going to call the cops, d'you hear me?
PlCKMAN: ln my apartment! He... He should be arrested, call the cops!
PlCKMAN: Call the cops!
RlCHARD: l can 't believe you 'd do something like that!
RlCHARD: What are you going to do if Dean Petersen finds out?
DR. DEXTER: l'll take care of it.
RlCHARD: He's already done a few... You know he's going to find about this.
RlCHARD: And when he does, he's going to remove you from the Board.
DR. DEXTER: l can handle Petersen . lt'll be alright.
RlCHARD: People with your attitude...
RlCHARD: Robert has never done anything wrong in his entire life.
RlCHARD: He's nevertried to harm anyone.
Or himself!
DR. DEXTER: Neither did Goodie!
RlCHARD: What?!
DR. DEXTER: Look! l need you to listen to me.
DR. DEXTER: Starry Wisdom is an actual physical place.
RlCHARD: Starry Wisdom?!
DR. DEXTER: You 've heard Goodie Hines use
that phrase a million times, am l right?
RlCHARD: Yes!
DR. DEXTER: lt's not just some phrase he concocted... to...
DR. DEXTER: ...to give a name to his delusional states.
lt's an actual physical place.
DR. DEXTER: lt's that church on Federal Hill.
RlCHARD: What does this have to do with you
busting into Robert Pickman 's studio today?
DR. DEXTER: lt has everything to do with it!
DR. DEXTER: Look.
DR. DEXTER: Otherthan you and me, the public has never
seen any of Goodie's final paintings -- am l right?
RlCHARD: Yes, that's right.
DR. DEXTER: Robert Pickman has a studio full of
identical work...
DR. DEXTER: down to the smallest detail, almost to the very
brush stroke...
DR. DEXTER: ...as exacting as if they were photocopies.
DR. DEXTER: Every... Every vile world...
DR. DEXTER: Every creature...
DR. DEXTER: Every brutal ritual...
DR. DEXTER: This is all playing out as if it were a novel l read a
thousand times before...
DR. DEXTER: Only this time, l intend on changing the ending.
DR. DEXTER: Richard, l need your help...
DR. DEXTER: l need you to cover my patient list for a few days.
RlCHARD: Oh, God! l can 't!
RlCHARD: l... l don 't want to get involved
with whatever you 're planning!
DR. DEXTER: You won 't. Just coverfor me at the hospital.
RlCHARD: You 'd be arrested if you get
within 100 yards of Pickman !
DR. DEXTER: l... l don 't intend to.
DR. DEXTER: ljust need to keep an eye on him for
a few days, to see whom he comes in contact with.
DR. DEXTER: Richard, please. l'm begging you .
DR. DEXTER: You know l'll do this with orwithout your help.
RlCHARD: Okay...
MESSENGER: l got that painting stuff you wanted.
PlCKMAN: Here.
MESSENGER: Oh, l don 't know if l can make change forthis.
PlCKMAN: Keep it.
MESSENGER: Wow. Thanks.
MESSENGER: l can go home early today.
VOICE.. A gift...
MESSENGER: Listen , do you need me to pick up something
else for you ... (FADE OUT)
VOICE.. Re-pay us...
VOICE.. Re-pay your de-bt...
VOICE.. Re-pay us...
MESSENGER: ...so what do you say? l could really use
the extra cash.
PlCKMAN: Get out of here!
PlCKMAN: And don 't ever come back.
VOICE.. You stole- from us...
VOICE.. Re-pay your de-bt.
VOICE.. Allow us to taste- fe-ar again .
PlCKMAN: No!
VOICE.. Re-pay your de-bt...
PlCKMAN: l can 't!
PlCKMAN: l'm sorry.
PlCKMAN: ljust need to see again ...
PlCKMAN: ljust need to see again ...
PlCKMAN: Everything will be fine if l can see one more time.
PlCKMAN: l'm so sorry...
PlCKMAN: ljust need to see one more time.
PlCKMAN: l'm so sorry!
PlCKMAN: ...l need to see... l am so sorry...
PlCKMAN: l'm sorry!
PlCKMAN: l need to see again .
PlCKMAN: l'll do anything you want!
PlCKMAN: Anything!
PlCKMAN: l'm sorry...
PlCKMAN: l wasn 't listening.
PlCKMAN: Show me what to do...
PlCKMAN: l want to see! Tell me what to do!
PlCKMAN: Show me what to do!
PlCKMAN: Show me what to do...
PlCKMAN: Show me...
Dr. Ambrose Dexter
Hines, Goody
DR. DEXTER: Robert, we have to talk.
PlCKMAN: Not a word... take me to see Goodie. Get back
in the car.
PlCKMAN: Take me to see Goodie.
DR. DEXTER: Why, Robert?
PlCKMAN: Because he has the answers.
DR. DEXTER: Tell me why you want to see him...
PlCKMAN: Because he has the answers!
Just take me to see him.
DR. DEXTER: l will not help you with any of this, Robert.
PlCKMAN: You will... you will.
PlCKMAN: You 're actually going to help me forthe first time
in a long time...
PlCKMAN: Alright, stay there.
DR. DEXTER: Robert...
PlCKMAN: Sit in this chair and don 't say a word!
PlCKMAN: Sit down !
PlCKMAN: You 're the one that needs to be locked up, not him.
PlCKMAN: Not him...
PlCKMAN: Not him...
PlCKMAN: l mean anyone that can look out a window...
PlCKMAN: The same window from the same building
day after day...
PlCKMAN: ...at asphalt and concrete...
PlCKMAN: ...and strip malls...
PlCKMAN: And not go mad by the sameness of it all... is truly
the insane one.
DR. DEXTER: Robert!
PlCKMAN: Sit down !
DR. DEXTER: You don 't know what you 're doing.
DR. DEXTER: You have to get a hold of yourself.
DR. DEXTER: This is incomprehensible...you don 't
understand...
PlCKMAN: l do, l do, understand...
PlCKMAN: l understand these pills...
PlCKMAN: ...these little pills you 've been giving me for years...
PlCKMAN: ...what? You trying to sedate me or something...?
PlCKMAN: Well, l figured something out, Doc.
PlCKMAN: There's not a pill in existence...
PlCKMAN: that can make me see the world for anything than
what it is...
PlCKMAN: ...which is what?
PlCKMAN: A prison .
PlCKMAN: For once you 're going to help me.
PlCKMAN: Because this is going to save me.
PlCKMAN: So, thank you .
PlCKMAN: Thank you .
PlCKMAN: Dr. Mortenson to see Goodie Hines.
GUARD: Let me make a quick phone call.
GUARD: Hello, l'm trying to reach Dr. Dexter, please.
GUARD: l understand. ls there any way you can reach him?
GUARD: Would you please have him call down
to extension 200?
GUARD: Thank you .
GUARD: Sorry. He's not in .
PlCKMAN: Yeah... l'm sorry too. Because you guys
have to understand...
PlCKMAN: l'm going to get a lot of flack if l can 't see
Goodie today...this afternoon .
GUARD: You know this wouldn 't happen if he would just fill
out his paperwork.
GUARD: No, but it's like trying to pull teeth from him.
PlCKMAN: But, you have to understand the situation this
puts me in ...
GUARD: Here. Just sign it.
PlCKMAN: Thank you .
GUARD: Come on , Doctor, l'll take you down there.
PlCKMAN: Thank you .
GUARD: Go ahead and swipe your card for me, Doctor.
PlCKMAN: lt's okay; l'm good from here.
GUARD: lf you need anything, l'll be down the hall.
GOODlE: You 're not a Doctor.
PlCKMAN: Why do you say that?
GOODlE: You reek of turpentine; your pores are saturated
with it.
GOODlE: You 're an artist -- a painter.
PlCKMAN: Yeah.
GOODlE: l knew someone like you would come one day.
GOODlE: l knew someone would carry on where l left off.
GOODlE: You 've looked through the window.
GOODlE: You 've seen with their eyes.
PlCKMAN: Yes.
GOODlE: Draw for me.
GOODlE: Draw for me.
PlCKMAN: l can 't.
GOODlE: Please! Please!
GOODlE: Draw me something you 've seen through the window.
GOODlE: Draw me something or l'll call to the guard...
GOODlE: and tell them what you really are.
GOODlE: Why aren 't you drawing?
PlCKMAN: Because, l said, l can 't.
GOODlE: Are you just here to taunt me?
GOODlE: Guard..!
PlCKMAN: No games! l need your help!
PlCKMAN: l need you to tell me what they want...
PlCKMAN: ...what they need from me!
PlCKMAN: Because, they have shut me out!
PlCKMAN: And l can 't see anymore!
GOODlE: You know what to do.
GOODlE: l was just like you .
GOODlE: Afraid of whether l had it in me...
GOODlE: to commit to the deed that was required of me.
GOODlE: But, then , l realized that there was no decision
to make.
GOODlE: ln a sense, it was already made by me.
GOODlE: And l was never going back to the way things were...
GOODlE: ...before l saw the other side.
GOODlE: Haven 't they given you so much?
PlCKMAN: Yes.
GOODlE: Haven 't they shown you that there is more than
this dull dimension ?
PlCKMAN: Yes.
GOODlE: Didn 't they free you from the torture of seeing the
same horizon , the same blue sky?
PlCKMAN: Oh, yes.
GOODlE: They saved you ...?
GOODlE: Did they free you from your prison ?
PlCKMAN: Yes.
GOODlE: Then free them from theirs!
GOODlE: Give them back what they had before they were cast
to the other side.
GOODlE: Through your paintings they will make the journey
back into this world.
GOODlE: Even if it's only in a passing glimpse...
GOODlE: ...a simple brush stroke.
GOODlE: Let them taste what it's like to be gods again .
PlCKMAN: Just tell me what to do.
GOODlE: What to do...?!
GOODlE: Do you think there's some mumbo jumbo to say?
GOODlE: Some magic words; some silly wave of the hand -- No!
GOODlE: They want one thing...
GOODlE: ...to be seen by the eyes of an innocent.
GOODlE: Let yourself go...
GOODlE: Be...
GOODlE: ...Creative...
RlCHARD: Who was this that you let in to see Goodie Hines?
GUARD: He was called in by Dr. Dexterto do some testing.
RlCHARD: What's this doctor's name?
GUARD: Well, that's strange.
GUARD: lt's coming up as Dr. Dexter's lD number.
RlCHARD: What did this doctor look like?
PlCKMAN: l need you to stop crying, you understand me?
PlCKMAN: Stop crying.
PlCKMAN: Shut up!
PlCKMAN: Be quiet!
PlCKMAN: l don 't want to hear you . Are you listening to me?
PlCKMAN: Not a word.
NlECE: What do you want?
PlCKMAN: Anything...
RlCHARD: Who was here with you today, Goodie?
GOODlE: One of Dexter's lost flock, l believe.
GOODlE: Give me your pen again and l'll draw him for you .
RlCHARD: Why was he here?
GOODlE: Answers.
RlCHARD: What did you tell him?
GOODlE: How to save himself.
GOODlE: Don 't interfere!
GOODlE: Let him make it right!
PlCKMAN: Why aren 't you listening to me...
PlCKMAN: Shut up and be quiet.
PlCKMAN: You 're not paying attention to me.
PlCKMAN: l need you to stop crying... l need you to
listen to me...
PlCKMAN: How many times do l need to tell you , once, twice..?
PlCKMAN: l need you to shut up. And not make the sounds
you 're making.
PlCKMAN: So shut up...
NlECE: What are you going to do to me?
PlCKMAN: Relax...Relax...
RlCHARD: Robert, stop!
RlCHARD: Put the knife down !
PlCKMAN: Let me draw it for you !
PlCKMAN: Let me draw it for you !
PlCKMAN: Please let me...
GOODlE: He's coming for you ...
GOODlE: He's coming for you .
GOODlE: You made a fool of them.
GOODlE: They trusted you .
GOODlE: They put faith in yourtalent.
GOODlE: All that you saw must be given back!
GOODlE: The darkness is coming...
GOODlE: The darkness is coming...
GOODlE: The darkness is coming!
GOODlE: The darkness is coming.
GOODlE: They're coming for you .
GOODlE: He's coming.
VOICE.. Robe-rt ...
VOlCE: You stole from us.
PlCKMAN: Help me!
PlCKMAN: He's coming for me!
you continue this with the pharmacist.
DR. DEXTER: But as yourfriend,
l'm asking you to meet me halfway.
DR. DEXTER: The first step towards any
real progress is communication , Robert.
DR. DEXTER: And that's a two-way street...
lneed your help.
DR. DEXTER: You 're not just a patient.
DR. DEXTER: l made a promise to your Mother;
one l intend fully to keep.
DR. DEXTER: Anytime, day or night,
you need to talk, you call me. l'll be there for you .
LANDLADY: Three-thirty, back from the druggist;
l can set my watch by you .
LANDLADY: And pays his rent on time,
just like clockwork.
LANDLADY: l wish all my tenants could be like you .
LANDLADY: You 're a good, reliable man .
That's hard to find these days.
LANDLADY: All those pills you take.
That's not what you need.
LANDLADY: The druggist doesn 't have your cure.
LANDLADY: What you need is a good woman .
LANDLADY: l want you to meet my niece.
LANDLADY: She's coming here from New York.
LANDLADY: She'd be good for you . She's pretty.
LANDLADY: She doesn 't have any friends either.
And she's a good cook.
LANDLADY: She'd make you a good healthy dinner...
LANDLADY: Okay?
PlCKMAN: Alright...
ART DEALER: Twelve noon , right on the dot.
Are you ever late, Mr. Pickman ?
ART DEALER: l have good news for you .
ART DEALER: l got you another commission ,
a bed and breakfast out in the country.
ART DEALER: This old lady is redoing her guestrooms and
wants several paintings to match her new wallpaper.
ART DEALER: l got herto commit to six. Six!
ART DEALER: That will pay both of our rents for
the rest of the year.
ART DEALER: But l can 't take any credit;
it's never been hard to sell a Pickman .
ART DEALER: You have quite a knack for painting those
Lighthouses and Seascapes. These old ladies love you .
ART DEALER: Here are the swatches forthe wallpaper,
so you can match the colors.
ART DEALER: What's this? This isn 't the painting
we discussed.
ART DEALER: l know this painting.
ART DEALER: This was the one rejected by that decorator --
and rightly so.
ART DEALER: This isn 't your normal work. Look at these
brush strokes...
ART DEALER: ...very amateurish, and there's no soul,
no emotions...
ART DEALER: My God, Pickman; that was over a month ago.
ART DEALER: Do you mean to tell me you haven 't painted
anything new since then ?
ART DEALER: This is our livelihood, Pickman .
ART DEALER: This puts us way behind. Ashcroft is expecting
four paintings, and he's not a patient man .
ART DEALER: What am l supposed to tell him?
PlCKMAN: Fine! Tell him l can 't do it anymore.
ART DEALER: Robert.
ART DEALER: Alright, Robert, l'm sorry.
Maybe l've been overworking you a bit.
ART DEALER: lt's just that the money has been so good.
ART DEALER: Alright, take some time away.
l'll stall Ashcroft for a week ortwo...
ART DEALER: Travel; go on vacation; see some new sights.
PlCKMAN: What's the point? lt all looks the same...no?
ART DEALER: Oh, God...
DR. DEXTER: Robert? lt's Ambrose Dexter.
PlCKMAN: What do you want?
LANDLADY: l'm so sorry. Your doctorthought you
might be needing help.
DR. DEXTER: Robert, You missed two appointments.
l was concerned. l was worried.
PlCKMAN: l've been working.
LANDLADY: l'm very sorry, Mr. Pickman . We'll be
leaving you now.
DR. DEXTER: Working...? Robert, you 're painting again ?
DR. DEXTER: That's wonderful! What brought you around?
PlCKMAN: Doc, ljust don 't have time to get into it right now;
l have to get back to work.
LANDLADY: Yes, of course. Sorry to have disturbed you .
DR. DEXTER: Well, Robert, you know l'm the last man in the
world that would everwant to stop you from getting back
to work...
DR. DEXTER: But, when you have the time, come on in
and make an appointment...
DR. DEXTER: You know there's always room for you
in my schedule.
PlCKMAN: Yes. l will.
ART DEALER: Well, l'll be. What are you doing here today,
Mr. Pickman ? This isn 't your usual appointment.
PlCKMAN: l need money for more paint and canvases
and supplies and stuff.
PlCKMAN: Look. Can you sell this?
ART DEALER: lnteresting. Where did you get this,
Mr. Pickman ?
PlCKMAN: What do you mean ? lt's mine.
ART DEALER: Yours?
PlCKMAN: Yeah. l painted it.
ART DEALER: You 're joking with me.
PlCKMAN: No.
ART DEALER: This isn 't anything like yourwork.
ART DEALER: l'd swearthis was the work of Goodie Hines.
PlCKMAN: No. lt's my work.
ART DEALER: l've seen my share of recreations
of Goodie's work...
ART DEALER: but this, by far, is the best l've ever seen .
PlCKMAN: No, no, no. This is not a recreation .
PlCKMAN: This is an example of my new stuff, my new work.
PlCKMAN: l don 't even know who Goodie Hines is...
ART DEALER: Don 't you ever read the papers? ''The Vicious
Visionary'', ''The Painter of Pain ''.
ART DEALER: The media had a field day with him.
ART DEALER: You really should keep up with the news.
He killed and mutilated seven people.
ART DEALER: He cut their eyes out while they were still living.
He said they begged him to do it.
PlCKMAN: l'm sure they did... l still don 't know who he is.
ART DEALER: You should. He's up at County Hospital
with your Dr. Dexter.
ART DEALER: Ambrose Dexter is your doctor, right?
PlCKMAN: Yeah.
ART DEALER: He never mentioned Goodie?
PlCKMAN: No! l don 't even know why he would.
ART DEALER: Your Doctor kept Goodie from getting the Chair.
ART DEALER: Sometimes l think you live in a bubble.
You know that, Robert?.
PlCKMAN: Maybe l do. ljust came by for supplies...
ART DEALER: Ever since all that horrible business...
ART DEALER: l've got people coming in here all the time trying
to pass off imitations of Goodie's work...
ART DEALER: ...especially of the church.
ARTDEALER: This is the best example l've seen .
ART DEALER: And you 've never seen one of
Goodie's paintings?
PlCKMAN: ljust don 't know how many times l can tell you -- no.
ART DEALER: That's simply amazing. Well, l want to show
you something.
PlCKMAN: Show me what?
ART DEALER: One of Goodie's works, of course. l've got one
of the last ones.
ART DEALER: Managed to get one before they locked them all
up as evidence.
ART DEALER: And l'm going to retire on that sale when
the time's right.
PlCKMAN: l don 't have time right now. ljust need
the supplies...
ART DEALER: l'll take care of your supplies. But come on ,
l want to show you this.
ART DEALER: l'm embarrassed to say it, but those murders
were a real boon for sales.
ART DEALER: You know what they say: Nothing improves the
price of an artist's work more than death, or insanity.
ART DEALER: l had a feeling something was not right with
Goodie when he starting signing his paintings differently.
ART DEALER: Strange little thing, really; he began connecting
the two O's in Goodie like the sign for infinity.
ART DEALER: Yep. Amazing piece of work, isn 't it?
ART DEALER: Say what you want about the material, but no
one has a right to deprive the art community of such work.
PlCKMAN: l've never seen anything like this.
ARTDEALER: This is one of his last pieces. His most radical
change in style.
ART DEALER: Don 't stare at it too long; it'll give you one hell of
a headache.
ART DEALER: Something he does with the angles, the way
they are all wrong like that.
ART DEALER: You 'll get a pain in your head a handful of
aspirins won 't get rid of -- trust me.
ART DEALER: Hideous and beautiful all at the
same time -- isn 't it?
PlCKMAN: l'd give anything to paint like this.
ART DEALER: He had such an incredible imagination .
ART DEALER: No matter how horrible the image, you feel as if
you know it, or should know it.
PlCKMAN: Like a forgotten nightmare...
ART DEALER: Look at the faces of the victims.
ART DEALER: The anguish is so real, and every inch of that
strange landscape holds a weight to it, a truth.
ART DEALER: As if it were drawn from a photograph
and not pulled from his imagination .
ART DEALER: As if he were there.
ART DEALER: He would go on and on about anotherworld that
he said he was able to look upon through a secret window.
ART DEALER: He was painting like an out of control fire.
ART DEALER: At times l almost though the was afraid of what
would happen if he should stop...
ART DEALER: But nothing kept him from getting his worlds
onto canvas.
ART DEALER: Even when he ran out of supplies,
he found a way...
ART DEALER: When he ran out of canvases, he simply painted
overwhat was his first obsession ...
PlCKMAN: lt's the church... The church on Federal Hill.
ART DEALER: lt's almost like a watermark for any of
Goodie's final work.
GUARD: Dr. Dexter, l'm glad to see you . l've been paging you .
DR. DEXTER: ls Doctor Meyer alright?.
GUARD: Yes.
DR. DEXTER: Was he with Goodie Hines?
GUARD: He's still down there.
DR. DEXTER: l was in the otherwing. The orderly told me....
Are you all right?
RlCHARD: Yes. l'll be fine.
RlCHARD: lt's just a scratch; it'll heal.
RlCHARD: l'm not so sure about my pride.
DR. DEXTER: What happened?
RlCHARD: l wasn 't paying attention . l was concentrating on my
notes, and l let Goodie get too close...
RlCHARD: He managed to get my fountain pen from me.
DR. DEXTER: Oh, Richard..!
RlCHARD: l know, l know. l feel so foolish.
DR. DEXTER: That's all l need today, Goodie Hines with a pen .
DR. DEXTER: You know how hard it's going to be to
get that pen from him?
DR. DEXTER: We might as well be trying to unscrew
all his limbs.
RlCHARD: l'm sorry. l feel like a first year resident.
DR. DEXTER: No, the important thing is you 're all right.
DR. DEXTER: l want you to get down to the infirmary and have
that hand cleaned thoroughly.
DR. DEXTER: We'll take care of this...
DR. DEXTER: Get nurse Julie. She's good with sedatives.
Lithium.
GUARD: She's already on the way.
RlCHARD: Are you sure?
DR. DEXTER: lt'll be fine. Go to the infirmary.
RlCHARD: And don 't think about keeping that pen ...
RlCHARD: lt was a gift from my fatherwhen l got my degree.
DR. DEXTER: l'll get the pen . l might ask forthe degree back.
RlCHARD: Ouch, that hurt doctor.
DR. DEXTER: lt was meant to...
DR. DEXTER: Goodie, we can 't let you keep that pen .
DR. DEXTER: We need him sedated and restrained.
GOODlE: Don 't take it away from me! Don 't take it away!
GOODlE: l can draw you the truth!
GOODlE: l can draw you all the forgotten gods and forgotten
places that man refuses to see...
GOODlE: Let me draw it for you ! Let me draw it for you !
Let me draw it for you ..!
VOICE.. Come- to us. Robe-rt .
VOICE.. Come- to us...
VOICE.. Robe-rt ...
VOICE.. Robe-rt ...
VOICE.. Robe-rt ...
VOICE.. Come- to us...
[SEE]
VOICE.. Se-e-...
PlCKMAN: l didn 't do that painting...
PlCKMAN: l didn 't do that.
PlCKMAN: l didn 't do that painting.
PlCKMAN: l didn 't paint that...
VOICE.. Don 't stop. Ke-e-p painting.
PlCKMAN: Who's there?
VOICE: So much more to see...
There is more to see...
PlCKMAN: What do you want?
VOICE.. Sign your work .
VOlCE: There is so much more we can show you , Robert.
VOICE.. Just sign your work ...
VOICE.. Sign your work ...
LANDLADY: Mr. Pickman ...
PlCKMAN: l can 't be bothered with this right now.
LANDLADY: l'm so sorry, Mr. Pickman .
LANDLADY: But l thought we arranged for you to meet
my niece tonight.
LANDLADY: She spent all morning cooking.
LANDLADY: What do you think Mr. Pickman ?
She is pretty, no?
PlCKMAN: Yeah...fine...you know -- whatever...
PlCKMAN: Come on in ... let's just get this overwith...
LANDLADY: What is this thing you are doing in my apartment..?
LANDLADY: What sort of man are you ?!
LANDLADY: Such horrible thing... lt's terrible.
LANDLADY: lt must be destroyed!
LANDLADY: lt's garbage!
LANDLADY: ...must go in garbage!
PlCKMAN: Let go!
PlCKMAN: Don 't touch my things.
PlCKMAN: l invite you into my house and you do this...
PlCKMAN: Leave me!
DR. DEXTER: What's wrong, dear...
DR. DEXTER: ...is Mr. Pickman alright?
NlECE: No.
NlECE: He's a terrible man .
NlECE: Why would anyone paint those things?
DR. DEXTER: Now slow down .
DR. DEXTER: Tell me exactly what happened.
NlECE: My Aunt brought me up to introduce me to Mr. Pickman .
NlECE: She said he was a good man .
NlECE: But a good man would never paint those places.
NlECE: My Aunt cursed at him when she saw
those ''things'' he had painted.
NlECE: Horrible, horrible places.
NlECE: The angles were all wrong...
NlECE: ...and they made me dizzy to look at them.
NlECE: But they looked so real.
NlECE: l don 't know how someone can imagine those
kinds of nightmares.
NlECE: l called the police.
NlECE: No one should allow what he has done.
NlECE: Please don 't look at those paintings, for your own good.
NlECE: l am so afraid.
NlECE: l'm afraid l won 't be able to forget what l've seen .
POLlCEMAN: Look, l need you to understand, there is nothing l
can do!
POLlCEMAN: He hasn 't broken any laws.
LANDLADY: Those are sins!
LANDLADY: These things do not belong in this world.
LANDLADY: l want him out.
POLlCEMAN: Whoa... Whoa... Who are you ?!
DR. DEXTER: l'm DoctorAmbrose Dexter.
DR. DEXTER: l'm Robert Pickman 's physician .
DR. DEXTER: l think l may be able to help...
LANDLADY: l want him out!
LANDLADY: Take him with you ...
LANDLADY: Lock him in the nut home.
LANDLADY: Look! Look at what he's brought into my home.
LANDLADY: Look at it!
LANDLADY: You see! You see!
LANDLADY: An abomination on all that is good!
PlCKMAN: You don 't like it, you don 't have to look at it.
LANDLADY: lgnoring sin is more of a sin than sin itself.
LANDLADY: Turning a blind eye, this is how evil is able to
slowly creep into this world.
LANDLADY: Don 't you see what he's brought in here?
LANDLADY: Why don 't you do something?!
POLlCEMAN: There's nothing we can do.
POLlCEMAN: By law he hasn 't done anything wrong.
LANDLADY: Are you blind?!
POLlCEMAN: Please, Lady, we can 't let you bother your
tenant like this.
POLlCEMAN: He hasn 't broken any laws.
PlCKMAN: My rent is paid in full.
PlCKMAN: l don 't have to put up with these
disturbances anymore.
LANDLADY: At the end of the month, you 're out!
PlCKMAN: Well, l have a signed lease!
PlCKMAN: l don 't want to see you again !
POLlCEMAN: Mister, understand this.
POLlCEMAN: The reason l'm not taking you downtown
is because l can 't...
POLlCEMAN: ...not because l don 't agree with her...
POLlCEMAN: ...because l do!
POLlCEMAN: There's nothing on the books l can charge
you with.
POLlCEMAN: But keep it up. Just give me a reason .
PlCKMAN: Okay. You want to handle a real disturbance
for a change?
PlCKMAN: You want to act like a real cop?
PlCKMAN: Then you can do something about that damn dog!
PlCKMAN: You have no idea how many paintings that yapping
mutt has shoved out of my head.
PlCKMAN: They're simpletons, you know...
PlCKMAN: Simple...simple...simpletons...
PlCKMAN: They know nothing about art -- or creativity...
DR. DEXTER: Robert, your landlady is going to evict you !
PlCKMAN: l can handle my landlady.
PlCKMAN: Nothing a little bit of money won 't solve -- right?
DR. DEXTER: l'm afraid not. lt's gone way beyond that.
DR. DEXTER: l don 't claim to understand what you 've gotten
yourself involved with...
DR. DEXTER: But, l have to intervene.
PlCKMAN: Oh, is that right?
PlCKMAN: l'm sorry to inconvenience you ...
PlCKMAN: But l actually have to get back to work now. My
paintings...
DR. DEXTER: Robert, l've seen these painting before -- l know
them!
PlCKMAN: l don 't have time for your games.
DR. DEXTER: This is not a game.
DR. DEXTER: Where did you get the ideas forthese images?
PlCKMAN: You can call it inspiration .
DR. DEXTER: Did Goodie Hines inspire you ?
PlCKMAN: Goodie. Goodie. Goodie. That's the second time
l've heard that name this week.
PlCKMAN: One of yourfailed patients, l understand.
DR. DEXTER: Listen to me...
DR. DEXTER: Your paintings are identical to his...
DR. DEXTER: Where did you get the ideas forthese images?
PlCKMAN: So now you call me a plagiarist!
PlCKMAN: A plagiarist! As if l'm not capable of painting
something myself!
PlCKMAN: Doc...
PlCKMAN: Our relationship is over;
lneed you to leave.
PlCKMAN: You never respected me.
PlCKMAN: And if you want these pictures of the church -- you
can have them.
PlCKMAN: Consider it yourfinal payment.
PlCKMAN: Please,just leave.
DR. DEXTER: Pardon me young ladies.
DR. DEXTER: l noticed something odd in the churchyard
overthere...
DR. DEXTER: Do any of you know anything about it?
GlRL: A nasty octopus, or a squid, or something -- right?
GlRL: That thing is stinking up the street!
GlRL: Probably one of the boys did it.
DR. DEXTER: Why would they do something like that?.
GlRL: They try to show each otherthey're not scared.
DR. DEXTER: Scared? Of the Church?
DR. DEXTER: You girls don 't believe in ghosts -- do you ?
GlRL: Not ghosts, something worse.
GlRL: The boys put that thing in the yard to make fun of their
religion .
GlRL: Guess it looks like some of the stuff they used to pray to
in there.
DR. DEXTER: l don 't understand.
DR. DEXTER: What does that thing in the yard have to do with
a Catholic Church?
GlRL: lt's not a Catholic Church anymore.
GlRL: lt hasn 't been for like a hundred years.
GlRL: They sold it off.
DR. DEXTER: Who bought it?
GlRL: Whoeverthey were, they didn 't pray to God in there.
GlRL: That's why they got run off a long time ago.
GlRL: No one wants anything to do with the place.
GlRL: l think it's betterto just leave it alone.
DR. DEXTER: You really think people are that scared of
the place?
GlRL: Sure. Can 't you tell by just looking at it?
GlRL: Hadn 't you noticed?
DR. DEXTER: No. Notice what?
GlRL: The windows.
GlRL: You ever seen an abandoned building without
one single broken window?
GlRL: And you know how boys are...
CLERK: May we help you ?
DR. DEXTER: Yes. l need to know who holds the deed to a
piece of property.
CLERK: What's the address you 're searching for, Sir?
DR. DEXTER: Well, l'm not sure of the exact address.
CLERK: We can 't do a search without an address.
DR. DEXTER: Well, it shouldn 't be too hard to find.
DR. DEXTER: lt's the church at the top of Federal Hill; it's the
only one up there.
CLERK: What is that? 1700 West?
CLERK: 1800 West.
CLERK: Hold on , let me take a look.
CLERK: Here it is.
CLERK: lt shows here that it had several owners since the
Catholic Church sold it off.
DR. DEXTER: Who's the current owner?
CLERK: lt's a holding company: RF&R.
CLERK: They've overseen the property for over
seventy-five years.
CLERK: Not a single tax payment missed. lt's all legit.
DR. DEXTER: How do l get a hold of this RF&R?
CLERK: Seems to be based out of London ...
DR. DEXTER: Seems?!
CLERK: Yeah, sorry. This information isn 't exactly up to date.
CLERK: Doesn 't look like any of this info has been put into our
new computer system.
CLERK: Sorry. But there are several references here to a
religious organization named ''Starry Wisdom''.
DR. DEXTER: Did you say Starry Wisdom?
CLERK: Yes, it's the name of the organization at the
time of purchase.
DR. DEXTER: Starry Wisdom...
CLERK: Are you ok?
CLERK: Can l get you a glass of water or something?
CLERK: You look like you 've seen a ghost.
GOODlE: l'd wake up every day staring out the window...
GOODlE: ...praying for something, anything, different then what
l had seen the day before.
GOODlE: Anything.
GOODlE: Beauty.
GOODlE: Horror.
GOODlE: Anything but the same horizon , the same blue sky.
GOODlE: But each day just ticked before me like the next...
GOODlE: ...like a metronome.
GOODlE: Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...
GOODlE: Pounding the same question into my mind!
GOODlE: Why...?!
GOODlE: Why... go on ?
GOODlE: The only thing that would turn me back...
GOODlE: ...was the sudden fearthat what might be next, may
be even more tedious.
GOODlE: Then l found Starry Wisdom.
GOODlE: Starry Wisdom holds the window...
GOODlE: ...which shows me the world unseen .
lNTERVlEWER: Does this Starry Wisdom tell you to do things?
GOODlE: Yes... Oh, yes.
GOODlE: For my duties, l am rewarded.
lNTERVlEWER: Rewarded? What kind of reward?
GOODlE: To see!
GOODlE: The reward is to see...
lNTERVlEWER: l'm interested, Goodie...
lNTERVlEWER: ...why do you keep referring to your creative
side as that?
GOODlE: As what?.
lNTERVlEWER: Starry Wisdom.
lNTERVlEWER: That's what Starry Wisdom is, isn 't it...?
lNTERVlEWER: Your creative side? Your imagination ?
lNTERVlEWER: Why do you choose to call it that?.
GOODlE: You think Starry Wisdom is a metaphor?
GOODlE: A simile?
GOODlE: A fabrication of my mind?
GOODlE: Well, my mind is clear...
GOODlE: Yours is clouded.
GOODlE: You haven 't heard a thing l've said.
GOODlE: You 're blind.
GOODlE: All of you are blind!
GOODlE: Starry Wisdom is real!
GOODlE: Starry Wisdom is right on the horizon , but you
can 't see it.
GOODlE: lt's right under your nose.
GOODlE: Look out any window in this city and you will see it!
GOODlE: You will see it...!
PlCKMAN: Shut up...
PlCKMAN: Shut up...
PlCKMAN: You know some of us are trying to work!
PlCKMAN: ljust need some peace and quiet.
PlCKMAN: Shut the dog up!
VOlCE: No distractions...
LANDLADY: Pickman , l know you 're in there.
LANDLADY: Pickman , l'm here with the police.
LANDLADY: They want to talk to you .
LANDLADY: Pickman , do you hear me?!
PlCKMAN: lt'll be just a second...
PlCKMAN: Just give me one more minute!
LANDLADY: Pickman !
PlCKMAN: Yeah...Yeah, l'll be there in just a second! Okay?
LANDLADY: Pickman ! Do you hear!?
PlCKMAN: Just a second, l'm just getting some clothes.
PlCKMAN: Just a minute, l'll be right there.
LANDLADY: We haven 't got all day!
LANDLADY: Pickman ...!
PlCKMAN: Yeah. What do you want?
LANDLADY: This detective wants to talk to you .
DETECTlVE: Someone killed a dog last night.
LANDLADY: lt wasn 't killed. lt was butchered.
LANDLADY: And the parts laid out -- like in some of those
paintings of yours.
DETECTlVE: We're just checking the building to see if anyone
saw or heard anything.
DETECTlVE: Did you , sir?
PlCKMAN: No...no...
PlCKMAN: l didn 't see anything.
DETECTlVE: Didn 't you file a number of noise complaints
against the owners of that dog?
PlCKMAN: Yeah.
PlCKMAN: You telling me l'm the only one that's complained
about that yapping dog?
DETECTlVE: Call the Precinct in case you happen to
remember anything.
PlCKMAN: Yes. l will.
LANDLADY: l know it was you ...
DR. DEXTER: Robert.
DR. DEXTER: Open up. l'm not going away!
DR. DEXTER: Robert!
DR. DEXTER: Robert!
DR. DEXTER: Robert!
DR. DEXTER: Robert, are you here?
PlCKMAN: What are you doing here?
DR. DEXTER: Who've you been talking to?
PlCKMAN: Get the hell out of my place!
DR. DEXTER: l want to know who's been filling your mind with these things!
DR. DEXTER: l don 't want you here.
You 're coming with me!
PlCKMAN: Who let you in here?
DR. DEXTER: You gave me a key!
DR. DEXTER: The first thing we're going to do is destroy these obscenities!
PlCKMAN: Don 't touch my... Get out of here!
PlCKMAN: You 're not to touch my paintings.
Please don 't touch my things.
DR. DEXTER: l'm not leaving!
R. DEXTER: l'm not going from here... until all of those drawings are destroyed
DR. DEXTER: l'm not going to let this happen to me again !
LANDLADY: What's going on in here?
LANDLADY: l'm going to call the cops, d'you hear me?
PlCKMAN: ln my apartment! He... He should be arrested, call the cops!
PlCKMAN: Call the cops!
RlCHARD: l can 't believe you 'd do something like that!
RlCHARD: What are you going to do if Dean Petersen finds out?
DR. DEXTER: l'll take care of it.
RlCHARD: He's already done a few... You know he's going to find about this.
RlCHARD: And when he does, he's going to remove you from the Board.
DR. DEXTER: l can handle Petersen . lt'll be alright.
RlCHARD: People with your attitude...
RlCHARD: Robert has never done anything wrong in his entire life.
RlCHARD: He's nevertried to harm anyone.
Or himself!
DR. DEXTER: Neither did Goodie!
RlCHARD: What?!
DR. DEXTER: Look! l need you to listen to me.
DR. DEXTER: Starry Wisdom is an actual physical place.
RlCHARD: Starry Wisdom?!
DR. DEXTER: You 've heard Goodie Hines use
that phrase a million times, am l right?
RlCHARD: Yes!
DR. DEXTER: lt's not just some phrase he concocted... to...
DR. DEXTER: ...to give a name to his delusional states.
lt's an actual physical place.
DR. DEXTER: lt's that church on Federal Hill.
RlCHARD: What does this have to do with you
busting into Robert Pickman 's studio today?
DR. DEXTER: lt has everything to do with it!
DR. DEXTER: Look.
DR. DEXTER: Otherthan you and me, the public has never
seen any of Goodie's final paintings -- am l right?
RlCHARD: Yes, that's right.
DR. DEXTER: Robert Pickman has a studio full of
identical work...
DR. DEXTER: down to the smallest detail, almost to the very
brush stroke...
DR. DEXTER: ...as exacting as if they were photocopies.
DR. DEXTER: Every... Every vile world...
DR. DEXTER: Every creature...
DR. DEXTER: Every brutal ritual...
DR. DEXTER: This is all playing out as if it were a novel l read a
thousand times before...
DR. DEXTER: Only this time, l intend on changing the ending.
DR. DEXTER: Richard, l need your help...
DR. DEXTER: l need you to cover my patient list for a few days.
RlCHARD: Oh, God! l can 't!
RlCHARD: l... l don 't want to get involved
with whatever you 're planning!
DR. DEXTER: You won 't. Just coverfor me at the hospital.
RlCHARD: You 'd be arrested if you get
within 100 yards of Pickman !
DR. DEXTER: l... l don 't intend to.
DR. DEXTER: ljust need to keep an eye on him for
a few days, to see whom he comes in contact with.
DR. DEXTER: Richard, please. l'm begging you .
DR. DEXTER: You know l'll do this with orwithout your help.
RlCHARD: Okay...
MESSENGER: l got that painting stuff you wanted.
PlCKMAN: Here.
MESSENGER: Oh, l don 't know if l can make change forthis.
PlCKMAN: Keep it.
MESSENGER: Wow. Thanks.
MESSENGER: l can go home early today.
VOICE.. A gift...
MESSENGER: Listen , do you need me to pick up something
else for you ... (FADE OUT)
VOICE.. Re-pay us...
VOICE.. Re-pay your de-bt...
VOICE.. Re-pay us...
MESSENGER: ...so what do you say? l could really use
the extra cash.
PlCKMAN: Get out of here!
PlCKMAN: And don 't ever come back.
VOICE.. You stole- from us...
VOICE.. Re-pay your de-bt.
VOICE.. Allow us to taste- fe-ar again .
PlCKMAN: No!
VOICE.. Re-pay your de-bt...
PlCKMAN: l can 't!
PlCKMAN: l'm sorry.
PlCKMAN: ljust need to see again ...
PlCKMAN: ljust need to see again ...
PlCKMAN: Everything will be fine if l can see one more time.
PlCKMAN: l'm so sorry...
PlCKMAN: ljust need to see one more time.
PlCKMAN: l'm so sorry!
PlCKMAN: ...l need to see... l am so sorry...
PlCKMAN: l'm sorry!
PlCKMAN: l need to see again .
PlCKMAN: l'll do anything you want!
PlCKMAN: Anything!
PlCKMAN: l'm sorry...
PlCKMAN: l wasn 't listening.
PlCKMAN: Show me what to do...
PlCKMAN: l want to see! Tell me what to do!
PlCKMAN: Show me what to do!
PlCKMAN: Show me what to do...
PlCKMAN: Show me...
Dr. Ambrose Dexter
Hines, Goody
DR. DEXTER: Robert, we have to talk.
PlCKMAN: Not a word... take me to see Goodie. Get back
in the car.
PlCKMAN: Take me to see Goodie.
DR. DEXTER: Why, Robert?
PlCKMAN: Because he has the answers.
DR. DEXTER: Tell me why you want to see him...
PlCKMAN: Because he has the answers!
Just take me to see him.
DR. DEXTER: l will not help you with any of this, Robert.
PlCKMAN: You will... you will.
PlCKMAN: You 're actually going to help me forthe first time
in a long time...
PlCKMAN: Alright, stay there.
DR. DEXTER: Robert...
PlCKMAN: Sit in this chair and don 't say a word!
PlCKMAN: Sit down !
PlCKMAN: You 're the one that needs to be locked up, not him.
PlCKMAN: Not him...
PlCKMAN: Not him...
PlCKMAN: l mean anyone that can look out a window...
PlCKMAN: The same window from the same building
day after day...
PlCKMAN: ...at asphalt and concrete...
PlCKMAN: ...and strip malls...
PlCKMAN: And not go mad by the sameness of it all... is truly
the insane one.
DR. DEXTER: Robert!
PlCKMAN: Sit down !
DR. DEXTER: You don 't know what you 're doing.
DR. DEXTER: You have to get a hold of yourself.
DR. DEXTER: This is incomprehensible...you don 't
understand...
PlCKMAN: l do, l do, understand...
PlCKMAN: l understand these pills...
PlCKMAN: ...these little pills you 've been giving me for years...
PlCKMAN: ...what? You trying to sedate me or something...?
PlCKMAN: Well, l figured something out, Doc.
PlCKMAN: There's not a pill in existence...
PlCKMAN: that can make me see the world for anything than
what it is...
PlCKMAN: ...which is what?
PlCKMAN: A prison .
PlCKMAN: For once you 're going to help me.
PlCKMAN: Because this is going to save me.
PlCKMAN: So, thank you .
PlCKMAN: Thank you .
PlCKMAN: Dr. Mortenson to see Goodie Hines.
GUARD: Let me make a quick phone call.
GUARD: Hello, l'm trying to reach Dr. Dexter, please.
GUARD: l understand. ls there any way you can reach him?
GUARD: Would you please have him call down
to extension 200?
GUARD: Thank you .
GUARD: Sorry. He's not in .
PlCKMAN: Yeah... l'm sorry too. Because you guys
have to understand...
PlCKMAN: l'm going to get a lot of flack if l can 't see
Goodie today...this afternoon .
GUARD: You know this wouldn 't happen if he would just fill
out his paperwork.
GUARD: No, but it's like trying to pull teeth from him.
PlCKMAN: But, you have to understand the situation this
puts me in ...
GUARD: Here. Just sign it.
PlCKMAN: Thank you .
GUARD: Come on , Doctor, l'll take you down there.
PlCKMAN: Thank you .
GUARD: Go ahead and swipe your card for me, Doctor.
PlCKMAN: lt's okay; l'm good from here.
GUARD: lf you need anything, l'll be down the hall.
GOODlE: You 're not a Doctor.
PlCKMAN: Why do you say that?
GOODlE: You reek of turpentine; your pores are saturated
with it.
GOODlE: You 're an artist -- a painter.
PlCKMAN: Yeah.
GOODlE: l knew someone like you would come one day.
GOODlE: l knew someone would carry on where l left off.
GOODlE: You 've looked through the window.
GOODlE: You 've seen with their eyes.
PlCKMAN: Yes.
GOODlE: Draw for me.
GOODlE: Draw for me.
PlCKMAN: l can 't.
GOODlE: Please! Please!
GOODlE: Draw me something you 've seen through the window.
GOODlE: Draw me something or l'll call to the guard...
GOODlE: and tell them what you really are.
GOODlE: Why aren 't you drawing?
PlCKMAN: Because, l said, l can 't.
GOODlE: Are you just here to taunt me?
GOODlE: Guard..!
PlCKMAN: No games! l need your help!
PlCKMAN: l need you to tell me what they want...
PlCKMAN: ...what they need from me!
PlCKMAN: Because, they have shut me out!
PlCKMAN: And l can 't see anymore!
GOODlE: You know what to do.
GOODlE: l was just like you .
GOODlE: Afraid of whether l had it in me...
GOODlE: to commit to the deed that was required of me.
GOODlE: But, then , l realized that there was no decision
to make.
GOODlE: ln a sense, it was already made by me.
GOODlE: And l was never going back to the way things were...
GOODlE: ...before l saw the other side.
GOODlE: Haven 't they given you so much?
PlCKMAN: Yes.
GOODlE: Haven 't they shown you that there is more than
this dull dimension ?
PlCKMAN: Yes.
GOODlE: Didn 't they free you from the torture of seeing the
same horizon , the same blue sky?
PlCKMAN: Oh, yes.
GOODlE: They saved you ...?
GOODlE: Did they free you from your prison ?
PlCKMAN: Yes.
GOODlE: Then free them from theirs!
GOODlE: Give them back what they had before they were cast
to the other side.
GOODlE: Through your paintings they will make the journey
back into this world.
GOODlE: Even if it's only in a passing glimpse...
GOODlE: ...a simple brush stroke.
GOODlE: Let them taste what it's like to be gods again .
PlCKMAN: Just tell me what to do.
GOODlE: What to do...?!
GOODlE: Do you think there's some mumbo jumbo to say?
GOODlE: Some magic words; some silly wave of the hand -- No!
GOODlE: They want one thing...
GOODlE: ...to be seen by the eyes of an innocent.
GOODlE: Let yourself go...
GOODlE: Be...
GOODlE: ...Creative...
RlCHARD: Who was this that you let in to see Goodie Hines?
GUARD: He was called in by Dr. Dexterto do some testing.
RlCHARD: What's this doctor's name?
GUARD: Well, that's strange.
GUARD: lt's coming up as Dr. Dexter's lD number.
RlCHARD: What did this doctor look like?
PlCKMAN: l need you to stop crying, you understand me?
PlCKMAN: Stop crying.
PlCKMAN: Shut up!
PlCKMAN: Be quiet!
PlCKMAN: l don 't want to hear you . Are you listening to me?
PlCKMAN: Not a word.
NlECE: What do you want?
PlCKMAN: Anything...
RlCHARD: Who was here with you today, Goodie?
GOODlE: One of Dexter's lost flock, l believe.
GOODlE: Give me your pen again and l'll draw him for you .
RlCHARD: Why was he here?
GOODlE: Answers.
RlCHARD: What did you tell him?
GOODlE: How to save himself.
GOODlE: Don 't interfere!
GOODlE: Let him make it right!
PlCKMAN: Why aren 't you listening to me...
PlCKMAN: Shut up and be quiet.
PlCKMAN: You 're not paying attention to me.
PlCKMAN: l need you to stop crying... l need you to
listen to me...
PlCKMAN: How many times do l need to tell you , once, twice..?
PlCKMAN: l need you to shut up. And not make the sounds
you 're making.
PlCKMAN: So shut up...
NlECE: What are you going to do to me?
PlCKMAN: Relax...Relax...
RlCHARD: Robert, stop!
RlCHARD: Put the knife down !
PlCKMAN: Let me draw it for you !
PlCKMAN: Let me draw it for you !
PlCKMAN: Please let me...
GOODlE: He's coming for you ...
GOODlE: He's coming for you .
GOODlE: You made a fool of them.
GOODlE: They trusted you .
GOODlE: They put faith in yourtalent.
GOODlE: All that you saw must be given back!
GOODlE: The darkness is coming...
GOODlE: The darkness is coming...
GOODlE: The darkness is coming!
GOODlE: The darkness is coming.
GOODlE: They're coming for you .
GOODlE: He's coming.
VOICE.. Robe-rt ...
VOlCE: You stole from us.
PlCKMAN: Help me!
PlCKMAN: He's coming for me!