WeirdAss Bad Musical [Clinic Sequence]

AMANDA:

“It’s real. I’m clean. He helped me,

I’ve found new meaning in my life,

It works, how can you doubt it?

It’s real. I’m clean. He helped me.”

JIGSAW:

“It’s real. She’s clean. I helped her,

She traded the drugs for her life,

The choice was hers,

She chose well,

Near-death brought her from hell.”

JIGSAW & AMANDA:

“It’s real. She’s/I’m clean. I/He helped her/me.”

JILL:

“But John, remember,

She gave up before,

And she always comes back,

Ready for more,

She needs some kind of anchor,

To stop her from going,

Back there again.”

AMANDA:

“I found a father,

A leader,

A teacher,

He won’t let me go back,

I’ll be a new me,

No more addiction,

I can deal with things myself.

It’s real. I’m clean. He helped me.”

JILL:

“A father? John,

You already replaced our son,

Now a daughter,

The one you never had,

A growing family,

Huh. Of psychopaths,

But tell me,”

JILL & JIGSAW [throughout this part, AMANDA generally starts looking guilty]:

“You/I won’t forget,

Forget the son who never grew,

The son we cherished,

But never lived.

Promise me/I promise you,

He lives in our hearts,

Never replaced by your not-son.”

AMANDA stops looking guilty and starts to look at JIGSAW in confusion.

AMANDA:

“John? What did she mean, ‘not-son’?”

[JIGSAW and JILL continue, ignoring her.]

JILL & JIGSAW:

“It’s real. She’s clean. You/I helped her.

It’s real. She’s clean. You/I helped her.

It’s real. She’s clean. You/I helped her.

Real. Clean. Helped.

Real. Clean. Helped.”

AMANDA [regaining a little composure]:

“It’s real. I’m clean. He helped me.”