Gaslight1944

Gregory:
I've tried so hard to keep it within these walls - in my own house. Now, because you would go out tonight, the whole of London knows it. If I could only get inside that brain of yours and understand what makes you do these crazy, twisted things.

Paula:
Gregory, are you trying to tell me I'm insane?

Gregory:
It's what I'm trying NOT to tell myself.

Paula:
But that's what you think, isn't it? That's what you've been hinting and suggesting for months now, ever since...the day I lost your brooch. That's when it all began. No, no, no, it began before that. The first day here when I found that letter. :[Gregory stops and abruptly turns]

Gregory:
What letter?

Paula:
That one I found among the music from that man...

Gregory:
Yes, you're right. That's when it began...I can see you still, standing there and saying, 'Look. Look at this letter.' And staring at nothing.

Paula:
What?

Gregory:
You had NOTHING in your hand.

Paula:
What?

Gregory:
I was staggered, but I didn't know then how much reason I had to be...

Paula:
I don't know. What dream?

Gregory:
I didn't know that about your mother.

Paula:
What about my mother?

Gregory:
Your mother was mad.

Paula:
Gregory.

Gregory:
She died in an asylum when you were a year old.

Paula:
That's not true!

Gregory:
It began with her imagining things, that she heard noises, footsteps, voices, and then the voices began to speak to her. And in the end, she died in an asylum with no brain at all.