(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.)
