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Mr. Bows:
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This is Tom Bows. Dr. Balis?
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Dr. Balis:
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Yes, this is he. Hello, Mr. Bows. How may I help you?
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Mr. Bows:
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Dr. Balis. It was my impression that we had an understanding.
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Dr. Balis:
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What are you referring to Mr. Bows?
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Mr. Bows:
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I'm referring to our last conversation on Monday, July 22.
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Dr. Balis:
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You mean you request for assistance in committing Ms.
Bows, your wife, to a psychiatric facility?
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Mr. Bows:
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I guess it was a bit inappropriate for me to suggest such
an action. But I did presume that you would reevaluate Sylvia's latest behavioral
changes and severe mood swings to arrive at a more appropriate treatment
for her psychosis. But it is my current understanding that not only are
you unable to properly diagnose her mental state, you are actively encouraging
her in unbelievably lewd behavior.
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Dr. Balis:
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I'm not sure I'm following you, Mr. Bows. How am I encouraging
Sylvia?
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Mr. Bows:
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I know you came to her party last Saturday. And I'm
pretty sure you are her confidant. You know about what she's been up to.
It's a small town, Doctor. Everyone knows everyone. There aren't any secrets.
I know all about the trash that Sylvia has been spreading her legs for.
And in large measure I blame you, Doctor. You gave her that drug that's
making her psychotic. And you should be protecting her instead of encouraging
her to destroy her life and our marriage.
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Dr. Balis:
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I'm sorry you feel that way, Mr. Bows. My job is to provide
medical counsel and to aid Sylvia in sorting through her feelings. As you
know, Sylvia came to me in crisis, which I understand you had a great deal
to do with precipitating.
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Mr. Bows:
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Are you accusing me of not loving my wife, Doctor? Because
I do. Very much. And I intend to keep our marriage together. So you better
not stand in my way.
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Dr. Balis:
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I am a neutral figure in your wife's decisions, Mr. Bows.
Again, my role is to help Sylvia decide what she wants to do for herself,
not to make decisions for her.
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Mr. Bows:
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Well, her decisions better not have anything to do with
fucking you, Doctor. Because I would have your license taken away so
fast you wouldn't even know what hit you, you sleaze bucket.
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Dr. Balis:
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Mr. Bows, I don't think it is productive for you to try
to insult me. Perhaps you'd like to work on your anger. Of course, I can't
treat you, but I'd be happy to recommend someone appropriate. Mr. Bows?
Mr. Bows?
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Doctor Balis' Notes on this Telephone Call
Transcripts of Sylvia Bows' Therapy Sessions
