Jonathan Friedman listened to Simon's story about his nine months of treatment in a mental hospital. He was surprised and could not help but frown.
In Hollywood, a vanity fair where people can easily rise and fall, there are actually a lot of celebrities suffering from mental problems, and there are even more celebrities who often enter nursing homes to recover from addiction under the guise of treating mental problems.
However, few of them are so severe that they need to be treated in a mental hospital for up to nine months like Simon.
After Simon finished speaking, Jonathan Friedman looked at the boy opposite and asked: "So, Simon, you are fine now, right?"
Although the other twelve consciousnesses fell into silence, the memories of these people still remained in his mind. To be fair, Simon really doesn't know if he will have problems in the future.
Jonathan noticed the hesitation in Simon's expression and probably understood something. He actually knows very well that mental illness is usually very difficult to completely cure.
Moreover, Jonathan can also understand why Simon took the initiative to mention this matter to him today.
Hollywood actually has no prejudice against people with mild mental illness in the industry. As long as it does not affect work, everyone may just think that this person has some quirks. However, when it comes to serious mental patients, most people in Hollywood, and even society as a whole, have sympathy, but inevitably show a discriminatory attitude of keeping a distance.
As far as Simon is concerned, through the young man's recent performance, Jonathan no longer doubts that he will achieve great success in Hollywood in the future.
Therefore, if Simon's past is exploited by someone with malicious intentions in the future and publicized in the media, it is likely to have a serious impact on his personal image. Even if Simon's mental problems relapse, the consequences will be even worse.
With this worry, Jonathan asked again: "Simon, since you took the initiative to bring up this matter today, do you already have your own plans?"
Simon nodded and said: "Qiao, first thing, I hope you can help me block the public events arranged by Fox to promote "The Butterfly Effect" and possible interview invitations from the media in the next period of time. I hope that I will be as late as possible. The better to be in the public eye.”
"That's no problem, I will try my best to help you block these things," Jonathan nodded in agreement, thinking of the content in the newspaper, and said with a smile: "So, this should be the reason why you changed your name, right? But, take It's a bit inappropriate to use an original word like 'Westeros' as a surname, it's too conspicuous."
Simon just smiled and said nothing.
Jonathan didn't pursue it, but he couldn't help but feel that the young man opposite him might still be hiding many secrets.
Thinking about this, Jonathan asked again: "Simon, you just said the first thing, what about the second thing?"
Simon said: "I want to go back to San Francisco and get back my previous medical records."
In fact, this was Simon's main intention when he suddenly came to see Jonathan.
Simon has always been a little lucky that this body was originally 'suffering' from schizophrenia, not schizophrenia.
If Simon showed a state of split personality at that time, twelve souls from more than thirty years later would take turns taking over this body, saying some random words and doing some things without understanding the situation.
So, even if Simon is not sent to any messy research institute, even if he can still successfully leave the mental hospital, the words he has said and the things he has done will definitely lay the foundation for his future. There are countless hidden dangers that are difficult to predict.
Although the truth is better than the worst case scenario, even so, Simon, who was once in a schizophrenic state, had twelve other consciousnesses forced into his mind, and would inevitably show it in some words and deeds. Some flaws that are enough to remind people of something.
Many of these flaws were recorded in his medical records.
Of course, it was impossible for Jonathan to know Simon's true intention of getting back his medical records, but he also strongly agreed with Simon's doing so.
As long as the medical records are taken back and destroyed, even if someone with intentions still wants to talk about Simon's past in the future, without this most solid evidence, Simon will have too much room for maneuver.
Thinking about this, Jonathan quickly said: "Well, Simon, I will ask Irving to accompany you to San Francisco tomorrow."
Hearing what Jonathan said, Simon shook his head and refused: "Qiao, I want to go alone, as long as you can lend me a car. I will set off immediately. If everything goes well, I can make it tomorrow afternoon." return."
Jonathan wanted to say something else, but when he saw Simon's determined expression, he stopped talking, stood up and said, "Then, follow me."
After leaving the office, Jonathan said a few words to Owen Wright, took back a bunch of car keys and handed them to Simon, and then led him out of the WMA headquarters building.
The two of them came to the parking lot together. Jonathan pointed to an ordinary gray Ford sedan and said, "This is Owen's car. It's just right for you to drive there. I won't lend you my car."
Simon nodded, naturally understanding Jonathan's intention.
Jonathan's car was a Mercedes-Benz 500SEC, the latest model of this era. It had only been more than a month since Simon left Watsonville with nothing, and suddenly drove back in a luxurious Mercedes-Benz. There was no guarantee that there would be no complications.
After Jonathan finished speaking, he motioned for Simon to get in the car, opened the door of his Mercedes-Benz, and said to Simon again: "Follow me."
Simon drove behind Jonathan's Mercedes and left Camino Street. After walking through the streets of Beverly Hills for a few minutes, he stopped in front of a bank again.
Jonathan just asked Simon to wait and walked into the bank. After a while, he came back again, got into the passenger seat of the Ford car and handed two stacks of bills to Simon, saying: "This is twenty thousand dollars, I think you should use it."
When Simon saw Jonathan parking his car in front of the bank, he roughly understood the broker's intention. He originally planned to refuse, but after thinking about it, he accepted the money.
After bidding farewell to his agent, Simon drove the gray Ford sedan west through downtown Los Angeles, onto California Highway 1, and headed north along the coastline.
Driving a private car is much faster than taking a bus.
However, it still took Simon more than five hours to get from Los Angeles to Watsonville, south of San Francisco.
Staying at a motel in the small town of Watsonville, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Before setting off from Los Angeles, Simon had already called to make an appointment.
After resting one night in Watsonville, Simon arrived at the mental hospital on the outskirts of the small town on time at ten o'clock the next morning.
As a public mental hospital that requires federal financial subsidies in most cases, the Watsonville Mental Hospital, with its old buildings and buildings, still looks cold and cold.
Simon waited patiently for a while outside the office of Dr. Henry Chapman, the original attending physician, and the nurse informed him that he could go in.
Dr. Chapman was surprised that Simon came back so soon. As soon as they met, he asked with concern what Simon felt wrong.
Naturally, Simon had no problem. He briefly exchanged greetings with Dr. Chapman. He felt a faint tinkling sound in his ears and asked, "Henry, is this being renovated recently?"
Dr. Chapman felt relieved when he saw that Simon didn't show any abnormality in his words. He shook his head and explained softly: "Last Wednesday, a patient erected the bed and hung himself up. It happened to be discovered by other patients. In the next few days, Two more patients are doing it. Three people have died in a row and the hospital is nailing all the beds to the floor."
When Simon heard this, he was suddenly silent.
Patients in mental hospitals are very sympathetic, but as doctors, especially doctors in public mental hospitals, the pressure is also very high.
The patient's suicide was not something he should casually confide to one of his visitors. Dr. Chapman talked about this not only as a friend to Simon, but also mixed with some desire to talk in this repressive environment.
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, but Dr. Chapman spoke first and asked: "Simon, since you don't have any questions, why don't you come over today?"
Simon organized his words a little and said: "Henry, that's it. If possible, I hope to take away my original medical records."
"Oh," Dr. Chapman responded, but there was nothing strange in his expression. He just said: "Simon, do you have 500 dollars?"
Simon was stunned for a moment, a little confused, but he quickly took out 500 US dollars from his backpack and handed it to Dr. Chapman.
"Then, wait here for a moment."
Dr. Chapman took the money, put it in his pocket, gave Simon instructions and left the office.
Simon watched Dr. Chapman leave, still a little confused.
However, Simon did not question Dr. Chapman's intention to ask for $500 from him. He still had full confidence in Dr. Chapman's character. During the process of changing his name, this kind-hearted middle-aged man took half a day off and drove him to the local court to attend the name change hearing.
Before coming to Watsonville, Simon would have only planned to bring some change he had saved during this period for travel expenses, if his agent hadn't taken the initiative to lend him $20,000.
A few minutes later, Dr. Chapman came back, handed a thick file bag to Simon, and said, "Simon, take it."
Simon took the file bag in his hand, but couldn't help but look at the middle-aged doctor who had moved to his desk and sat down again.
Dr. Chapman noticed Simon's puzzled expression, smiled, and said: "I won't ask you why you took these things. In fact, you are not the first person to want to do this. The $500 just now It's for Wesley in the archives. That way if anyone asks in the future, he'll say the file is lost."
Simon rubbed the edge of the kraft paper of the portfolio and said, "Henry, is there any problem?"
Dr. Chapman shook his head, gave a reassuring look, and said: "Simon, in a public mental hospital like ours, the situation is worse. No one will care if one or two people are lost. However, except for this file, While you are in the hospital, I will routinely provide a report on your condition to Stanford every month. If you want to get this information back, you have to go to Palo Alto. Oh, one more thing, Your original name is written on those reports."
Simon nodded, he actually remembered this too.
However, those monthly condition reports only briefly summarized the progress of his treatment and did not go into some of the details that Simon wanted to avoid. Therefore, Simon had no intention of continuing to waste time on those materials.
The two chatted for a few words, and Dr. Chapman stood up again and said, "Then, Simon, I'll take you out. There's nothing to stay here."
Simon nodded, put the file bag into his backpack, and the two left the office together.
On the way to the parking lot, Dr. Chapman asked Simon how he was doing.
Simon didn't hide anything. He briefly talked about what happened during this period and took out the Los Angeles Times to show Dr. Chapman.
The middle-aged doctor saw the article about Simon in the newspaper and was very happy for him. When leaving, he also left his home address and contact information with Simon, hoping that Simon could visit him at his home in the small town of Watsonville when he comes to San Francisco in the future.
After leaving Watsonville, Simon drove along California Highway 1 for more than an hour, stopped at an uninhabited coast, lit the medical record file with his own hands, confirmed that all the papers were reduced to ashes, and held up the The fly ash mixed with sediment was scattered into the sea, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
The past has been completely wiped out.