Elaine

Mr Peterman! What are you doing?

Peterman

Elaine, you're out of control. You need help.

Elaine

Huh?

Peterman

I know what you're going through. I too once fell under the spell of opium. It was 1979. I was travelling the Yangtzee in search of a Mongolian horsehair vest. I had got to the market after sundown, all of the clothing traders had gone, but a different sort of trader still lurked about. 'Just a taste,' he said. That was all it took.

Elaine

Mr. Peterman, I don't know what's going on here. I am not addicted to anything.