I Don't Understand

THOMSON
 Let me take your picture...
 EMILY
 Is that a camera?
 THOMSON
 Yes, it is.
 And when I light the powder...
 EMILY
 Ah! How long does it take?
 THOMSON
 Well, are you very good at sitting still?
 EMILY
 Why do you ask?
 THOMSON
 For, if you're not, then
 We'll have to clamp your head in place
 EMILY
 You really do that?
 THOMSON
 You'd be surprised how often
 EMILY
 I've had enough of clamps
 THOMSON
 I don't understand
 EMILY
 He doesn't, does he
 THOMSON
 What are all these bruises?
 EMILY
 Does he know where he is?
 THOMSON
 These lacerations
 May I look?
 EMILY
 What's all this for?
 THOMSON
 Why is she here?
 She doesn't seem to be insane at all
 Would you allow me to place these flowers in your hair?
 EMILY
 He seems so nervous
 THOMSON
 Pardon me
 EMILY
 He's very pretty
 THOMSON
 There now
 Better then by far
 EMILY
 Should we hide the scar?
 THOMSON
 No! The scar is beautiful
 It's like a heart
 EMILY
 I'm like Ophelia once again
 Is it ever over? Will it never end?
 What accounts for this morbid fascination with this suicidal girl?
 Pretend you're drowning, moan and sigh
 Only thing you're not told is the reason why
 This obsession is madness at its most perverse
 My god, what in the world could be the purpose of this game
 When every time it ends the same?
 Poor Shakespeare's turning in his grave!
 Still I must behave
 Doctor's little slave
 THOMSON
 No! No, that's perfect!
 Don't move an inch! That's far more real
 I've never seen a face like hers
 The world should look upon it
 Well, I suppose that's why they've brought me here
 Miss, I thank you
 EMILY
 I've done nothing
 THOMSON
 She's done more than she knows
 EMILY
 I haven't heard those words in years
 The chaser's coming for me
 THOMSON
 Why must she be chained?
 I don't understand
 EMILY
 He doesn't, does he