Sam Foster:
What's this?
Henry Letham:
I burned myself.
Sam Foster:
You burned yourself? Why?
Henry Letham:
Practicing for hell.
Sam Foster:
Why do you think you're going to hell?
Henry Letham:
Because of what I did. Because of what I'm gonna do.
Sam Foster:
What are you going to do?
Henry Letham:
[
mimes a gun to his head]
Sam Foster:
You're going to try to kill yourself? And how serious should I take this threat?
Henry Letham:
Saturday at midnight. It's what I'm going to do.
Sam Foster:
Okay, you've gotta know that everything just changed, if you talk to me about suicide I'm required to take certain actions.
Henry Letham:
Wait, just deal with him
[
indicating patient in waiting room]
Henry Letham:
, and we'll talk about it next time.
Sam Foster:
There's a next time?
Henry Letham:
Yeah. Yeah, we got three days.
Sam Foster:
If this is a dream, the whole world is inside it.
Sam Foster:
I've read your file.
Henry Letham:
Well can I read your file?
Sam Foster:
Tell me why you're here.
Henry Letham:
I thought you read the file.
Henry Letham:
What are you, a substitute shrink?
Sam Foster:
I guess you could call me that.
Henry Letham:
Do you know the Tristan Rêveur quote about bad art? It's "bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art 'cause it documents human failure."
Sam Foster:
[
gesturing to the surrounding paintings on display] Are any of these yours?
Henry Letham:
Ouch.
Sam Foster:
What?
Henry Letham:
Well... these are bad, Sam.
Lila Culpepper:
Henry, forgetting something?
[
Sam turns around towards Lila looking confused]
Lila Culpepper:
What's the matter?
Sam Foster:
You just called me Henry.
Lila Culpepper:
Baby, I think I know your name by now
Sam Foster:
Yeah, but you called me Henry.
Lila Culpepper:
Sam, I know who you are. I promise.
Henry Letham:
Your troubles will cease and fortune will smile upon you.
Lila Culpepper:
There's too much beauty to quit.
Henry Letham:
An elegant suicide is the ultimate work of art.
Lila Culpepper:
You know, the day I did it, I took two razorblades to the bathtub. You know why? Because I knew that once I started to bleed, I'd get weak. And I didn't wanna drop one blade and leave myself half done. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine hating your life so much that you'd wanna bring a backup razor?
Sam Foster:
[
looking at the empty pill bottles] You can't drink while you're taking these.
Dr. Beth Levy:
Mm. Apparently I can.
Lila Culpepper:
Tell me I'm good.
Sam Foster:
You're good.
Lila Culpepper:
Tell me they'll remember me.
Sam Foster:
Who's 'they'?
Lila Culpepper:
[
almost asking] The world.
Sam Foster:
Is that what you want?
[
beat]
Sam Foster:
The world will remember you.
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