Kralik: Ah, you're up. I was afraid I drained you too much. I do that sometimes. Ever have a tune you can't get outta your head? It keeps playing over and over and over? Drives me nuts.

Blair brings the ax over and swings it at the metal strap where it's attached to the crate on the left side of Kralik's head, then on the right. The strap falls to the floor, and Kralik steps out.

Kralik: Ahh. Thank you.

He grunts as he pulls the straightjacket off his other arm and lets it fall.

Kralik: Ohh. That... is much better.

He goes over to his pill bottle and pops a couple into his mouth, then picks up the glass of water and steps back over to Blair.

Kralik: Mmm.

He takes a good swallow of the water.

Kralik: It's a game, you know. We're not gonna play by their rules, but... that doesn't mean we're not gonna play. Mmm. (points at Hobson's room) Why don't you call your friend in? We'll discuss it over dinner.

written by: David Fury; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/46helpless.html