(evil dead re-hash)

[detoxes]

I think - we should just take things slow. One day at a time.

I appreciate all the attention. I'm relieved you actually believe. I just - want to be left alone. For now.

They could still be here.

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[placeintheworld]

Occult books. [His eyes narrow at her] Let's...mention that.

[setting an insanity defense]

[detoxes]

Eric read some shit in there. And that's when everything started happening.

[placeintheworld]

...He was intoxicated. [Lindsey points his pen at her with a nod] That's what you have to stick to. He was drunk.

[detoxes]

Well - no. No he wasn't. It was my... intervention weekend.

[placeintheworld]

[Lindsey sets the pen down carefully.] ...You can trust me Mia.

I'm your attorney. [His voice is firm] You can trust me you know that right?

And you know you should trust me right?

[detoxes]

But I just met you.

[placeintheworld]

That...

[He exhales] Look if you don't let me help you you're going to be in a lot of trouble. Mia please. They think you killed them.

You know that right? [Could an insanity defense work with this?]

[detoxes]

Me? How could I have? Do you fucking see this? [Yep. That's gonna be her stump of an arm.] I had to fucking do this to save myself.

[placeintheworld]

...I - [He leaned close] I know. Believe me, I know. It's not about me it's the courts. Just...Just say what I want you to say and everything's going to be fine.


[He looks pained.] I understand the pain. I can't imagine it.

[detoxes]

[She leans back - anything to keep her distance.]

Of course you can't imagine it.

[placeintheworld]

...well I can't imagine having to do it myself. [Having it happen however. Oh yes. He sets both of his hands on the table, the plastic one slightly louder then the other.] ...but look. I want to help you. Let me help you, give me the book and I can get you off.

[detoxes]

I can't give you the book. I don't know where it went.

[placeintheworld]

[He glances over his shoulder, almost nervous. then.]

Okay.

I can work with that. That...that'll be okay.

Mia, you're innocent. I know that, but the only way you're not going to spend the rest of your life in prison is if you do what I say okay? I want to help you.

[detoxes]

[She stares at him, eyes narrowing - studying his face.

Then her inner teenager kicks in. Because it never really left.]

Fine. Whatever.

[placeintheworld]

[He laughs] Sure. Yeah. Okay.

...I know it hurts. All of that. I know what it's like to learn the world isn't what you thought it was.

It sucks.

Believe me.

[In response, he pulls off his own hand - plastic - and sets it carefully on the table.]

[detoxes]

[It doesn't phase her. At all.]

Sorry you lost yours.

[placeintheworld]

I didn't lose it like you. Doing it yourself.

...It must have been bad. [There's genuine remorse in his face] I'm sorry.

[detoxes]

[She doesn't say anything. She just - sorta - feels for her missing arm. And lets her hand settle on her shoulder.]

[placeintheworld]

...I was ...in a fight. A criminal cut my hand off. For weeks I felt like...

You know I used...[Oh god this hurts] I used to play guitar.

[detoxes]

I bet you were great at it.

[placeintheworld]

...[the smallest of chuckles] No. No I was ok. Nothin' good. played at a local club sometimes.

You do anything like that? [It would be good for her defense]

[detoxes]

Aside from being hooked on heroin? [Now it's her turn to chuckle.] I drew a lot. I still do. I didn't have to destroy my writing hand.

[placeintheworld]

...We don't mention that.

...Always the left hand isn't it. [he stares at his for a moment] Trust me...

Okay no. It never gets any easier. I'm not going to lie to you about that. Most days however I can wake up and...pretend.

[detoxes]

Yeah, no - I get that. Believe me. As much as I want things to go back to normal - they won't. I know.

[placeintheworld]

...At least you sound like you accept it.