that's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court three years ago.
did you get my card?
and how is officer stuart? the one who was the first to see my basement.
emotional problems, i hear. he was a very promising young officer. do you ever have any problems, will?
of course, you don't. i'm glad you came. my callers are all professional. clinical psychiatrists from cornfield colleges somewhere. second-raters, the lot.
and?
a layman, layman. interesting term. so many experts on government grants. and you say you're a 'layman?' but it was you who caught me, wasn't it, will? do you know how you did it'
no it's not. do you know how you did it will?
it doesn't matter to me, will.
yes, i thought so.
yes .
in the papers. i don't rear out the articles. i wouldn't want them to think i was dwelling on anything morbid. you want to know how he's choosing them, don't you?
why should i tell you?
chilton? gruesome, isn't he? he fumbles at your head like a freshman pulling at a panty girdle. he actually tries to give me a thematic and apperception test. hah. sat there waiting for mf-13 to come up. it's a card with a woman in bed and a man in the foreground. i was supposed to avoid a sexual interpretation. i laughed in his face. never mind, it's boring.
pray tell.
then by implication, you think that you are smarter than me, since you caught me.
then how did you catch me, will?
what disadvantage?.
you're very tan, will.
your hands are rough. they don't look like a cop s hands anymore. that shaving lotion is something a child would select. it has a ship on the bottle, doesn't it?
don't think you can persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.
do you have the file with you
pictures?
let me have them,, and i might consider it.
do you dream much, will?
you haven't threatened to take away my books yet.
let me have the file. then i'll tell you what i think.
there is a very shy boy, will.
what were the yards like?
because, my dear will, if this pilgrim imagines he has a relationship with the full moon, he might go outside and look at it. have you seen blood in moonlight, will? it appears quite black. if one were nude, it would be better to have outdoor privacy for this sort of thing.
it's not 'interesting'. you thought of it before.
you came here to look at me, will. to get the old scent again, didn't you?
i don't have one right now.
may i keep the file?
i'll study it, will. when you get more files, i'd like to see them, too. you can call me. when i have to call my lawyer, they bring me a telephone. would you like to give me your home number?
do you know how you caught me, will?
do you know how you caught me?
the reason you caught me, will, is: we're just alike. you want the scent? smell yourself.
thank you so much. i'll call you when i'm finished.
picks up the phone and punches in his number.
can i have the number of dr. sidney bloom, university of chicago, department of psychiatry, please? thank you. dr. sidney bloom, please.
what's his secretary's name again?
hi, linda. .
maybe you can help me. this is bob greer of blaine & edwards publishing company. dr. bloom asked me to send a copy of 'the psychiatrist and the law' to someone. linda never sent me the address and phone number.
i have to catch federal express within about five minutes. i'd be immensely appreciative if you'd pull it out of her rolodex for me.
i'll bet she has a call caddy right next to her phone.
well, zip that little pointer right on down to the letter g.
we're looking for graham. the man the book is supposed to go to is a ms. will graham.
now i'll bet it has his home address there, too
thank you very much.
you know lounds's enlightened me on one thing: your confinement in the mental hospital. my attorney should have brought that our in court.
i want to help you, will. you'd be more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself. we don't invent our natures, they're issued to us. along with our lungs and pancreas and everything else. why fight it?
when you were so depressed after you shot mr. garrett jacob hobbs to death, it wasn't the act that got you down. didn't you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good? and why shouldn't it feel good?! it must feel good to god. god does it all the time!
you should, will. god's terrific! he dropped a church roof on thirty- four of his worshippers in texas last wednesday night. just as they were grovelling to him and singing a hymn. don't you think that felt good? he wouldn't begrudge you two measly murders.
it feels good because: if you do as god does, enough times, you become as god is: powerful.
god's a champ! he got a hundred and sixty philippines in one plane crash two months ago.  remember the big earthquake in italy last spring?