(The camera shows Rudy Seitzer sitting in
a room with the looks of an office about it, Rudy is digging
through some papers but it looks as if he's waiting for
somebody. His eyes keep going up to the door. Seitzer has bags
under his eyes, it appears he had a good nights sleep in some
time, he just keeps frantically looking over papers. He
doesn't even hear the door open or the man
approach.)
Man: Hello? Seitzer?
(Rudy jumps up in shock, but realizes who
it is and seems pleased. he walks around the desk and greets
the man, shakes his hand, then offers him a seat.)
Rudy: Mr. Anderson, I presume.
J.D. Armstrong: Armstrong
actually.
Rudy: Sorry, thanks for coming down here.
I know you have a busy schedule, patients and all.
J.D. Armstrong: Yes, why did you call me
down here anyway?
Rudy: Yes, well you have one of our
employees is your patients Neme....(stopping mid sentence and
feeling a bit foolish)....er....Barry Aishton.
J.D. Armstrong: You realize I have to keep
my client's condition confidentiality.
Rudy: Mr. Armstrong, I'm not asking for
you to tell me what he's done, or to convict him, we already
have his residence on file. I simply want to confirm some
rumors floating around him.
J.D. Armstrong: I'll see what I can
do.
Rudy: Thank you, well are the rumors
true?
J.D. Armstrong: What rumors?
Rudy: Well, one of them states he commited
suicide.
J.D. Armstrong: I can confirm to you that
Mr. Aishton is alive and well.
Rudy: Is he still crazy?
J.D. Armstrong: No one is crazy Mr.
Seitzer, that is a very harsh word to use, especially about
one of your own employees.
Rudy: Well when he left here, he was
talking to a chair, and the like.
J.D. Armstrong: My clients mental
awareness is not at it's peak, but he is not clinically
insane. And if this is how you approach an interview, I'm
afraid I won't be staying much longer.
Rudy: Well how is he doing
then?
J.D. Armstrong: I'm sorry I really must
atend to Mr. Aishton and my other clients, and I'd rather help
those in the Betty Ford Clinic then answer your pathetic
questions in this little "organization" of yours, I bid you
good day.
(At that J.D. stands up and leaves,
leaving Rudy still very much in the dark.)