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Trials and Tribulations

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Neil Bookman: I’m a fuck-up and it’s your fault!
Dr. Finch: That’s right, Neil. Blame your father for your inability to focus. Direct all of that rage at me if it makes you feel better.
Neil Bookman: I can’t focus because of the voices! I see you for what you are. Yeah. The camera never lies. No! My parents have given you thousands of dollars and I’m still sick! You have to help me get better! You know what I do! You have to help me get better!
Dr. Finch: You’re right, Neil. You’re right. I’ve done nothing, apparently. I’ve never pulled any strings, gotten you a scholarship to the University of Rochester to pursue your photographic interests. Absolutely nothing.
Neil Bookman: You just wanted to get rid of me. Why won’t you let me live in this house and be a part of this family?
Dr. Finch: Because I am the patriarch! And when the patriarch says jump, you jump, goddamnit! You don’t co-operate, Neil, and for that, you’re punished!
Neil Bookman: That’s not why you won’t let me live in this house. You won’t let me because you’re afraid of me, aren’t you? Of what I could do to you in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping. Huh? You’re afraid of me. Aren’t you, Doctor?
Dr. Finch: Our time is up, Neil. I believe we’ve made a breakthrough today.

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