(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?