“Only The Wounded Warrior
can Hope to Heal.”
-- C.G. Jung
“Evil Bloody-well exists —”
The Singing Detective - What Do You Believe In?
Sister :
How are we today?
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Mm, I'm not too happy. I don't...
[glances vaguely in the direction of His Junk]
I don't know about him.
Sister :
What?
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Or maybe you mean you.
Sister :
What do you mean?
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Well, how are we today?
See, you say, "we."
Who's the other guy?
Sister :
It's just a way of speaking.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Yeah, it's a medical way.
Assume loss of health equals
loss of brain cells.
Sister :
Do you think you have a positive attitude?
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Don't... don't. You're going to crack me up.
Well, that depends on whether we're talking
donuts you dunk or black feminist lesbians.
I'm in favour of both, up to a point.
Sister :
You know, your illness, to a large...
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Will I be able to move on my own three feet?
Will I hold a pen or a tit again?
Never mind the rhetoric. I can get that
from a doctor, Doctor.
I have seen a lot of patients who are
as bad as you are, but not one of them
has reacted with such aggression.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
What they do, sing madrigals?
Sister :
Well, they don't act like
they've fallen into a sewer.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Ah, see... I thought you were pushing tranquillisers.
I didn't realise you had a deodorant in mind.
Sister :
You should take them,
you know, the tranquillisers.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
No! No, no and no.
Sister :
How long are you going to see your plight
through a blinding hot rage, Mr. Dark?
Hmm? What do you live by?
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
What? Come on.
Sister :
All right, it's an embarrassing question,
but surely there must be something
in a time of crises...
What do you believe in?
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
…..Genocide.
Sister :
What?
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Genocide. Starting in Los Angeles
and working its way eastward.
I believe in so many things. Infanticide,
insecticide, cy... anide, suicide, AIDS...
Sister :
Okay. All right. Okay.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
I put my faith in cholesterol, caffeine, nicotine, alcohol,
President Bush, carbon monoxide, masturbation,
nuclear first-strike, the Reader's Digest and...
not properly labeling poisons.
Sister :
Are you done?
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
But most of all, Doc, most of all,
I believe in the one good thing that comes
hurtling out of people's mouths. Ralph.
Vomit. Puke. The Technicolor yawn.
Cookie dough!
Sister :
There is a good man here.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Uh-huh.
Sister :
He's new. He's very alert and
sympathetic. Dr. Gibbon.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Doctor... of what? Skin, joints, zoology?
Sister :
He's a psychotherapist.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Go fuck yourself!
Sister :
You will never get on top of your condition
until you deal with your bitterness.
Start over. Reassemble yourself.
RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Reassemble myself? With what?
BREATHING
DR. GIBSON:
I don't wish to upset
you, Mr Marlow...
No, let me be more precise;
I do not wish to upset
you UNNECESSARILY.
I think you need help.
I think you know
that you need help.
And you're too intelligent or too aware
of your condition to deny it.
Most chronic dermatological patients
are on tranquillisers or anti-depressants,
almost as a matter of routine —
Skin is, after all, extremely personal, is it not?
The temptation is to believe that the sins
and poisons of the mind have somehow
erupted on to the skin.
"Unclean!" you shout, ringing your bell,
warning us to keep clear.
The Leper in the Bible, yes?
But that's nonsense, you know.
DO you know?
Well, one part of you does, I'm sure.
You can be helped.
Moreover, Mr Marlow, I think
I — can help.
You can. Yes, you can. If you can give me
a couple of hundred barbiturates, you can.
Otherwise, stop pissing into the wind,
listening to your own voice.
Stop confusing wisdom with smugness
and send me back to my bed.
I don't care too much for your manners, Mr Marlow.
Yeah, I've had complaints. Sorry about that.
Be glad I don't crack my knuckles, too.
You didn't set out to mimic stuff, did you?
-What stuff?
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-"It's not raining in the foothills" sort of stuff.
-WHAT sort of stuff?
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OK, so you won't play ball.
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Look, I'd heard that psychiatrists, psycho-analysts, or whatever you are, are very peculiar people,
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but really, I find it impossible to understand a single word you say.
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Having read your prose, I feel you did not set out to write like that.
0:20:43 0:20:49
-What would you rather have written about?
-If I had the talent? Come on!
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-Be a critic!
-OK, if you had the talent.
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One-liners in Christmas crackers, speeches for Mrs Thatcher,
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obituaries...or is that the same thing? Verses in birthday cards, captions for Prince Andrew.
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-There's NO telling what I could have done.
-It won't be used in evidence against you, you know.
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-What won't?
-You telling me what it was you wanted to write.
-Forget it!
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-I have. Long ago.
-Tell me.
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-I would like to have used my pen to praise a loving God and all His loving creation.
-Really?
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Moreover...
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I would like to have seen hosts of radiant and translucent angels spinning shafts of golden light
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deeper and deeper into the blue caverns of heaven.
0:21:51 0:21:55
And I wanted to play what used to be called inside right for Fulham and England.
0:21:59 0:22:06
-Why Fulham?
-All right, be rude, I don't care.
0:22:06 0:22:10
We're used to slander at Craven Cottage. Goals, no.
0:22:10 0:22:14
-I'm not very interested in football.
-You should be, as a psychiatrist. That's where all the nutters go.
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But Fulham's where you go to be alone.
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Here's a paragraph that sits rather oddly on the page.
It doesn't belong in a detective story, in my opinion.
Oh, I see. So psychiatry is not nasty enough for you.
You still want to go into literary criticism.
I should be careful, going down that slope,
with swine on all sides of you. Grunt, grunt.
Listen to this, a purple passage.
No, a BLUE one, I hope.
"Mouth sucking wet and slack at mouth,
"tongue chafing against tongue,
"limb thrusting upon limb,
-"skin rubbing at skin..."
-Oink, oink.
"Faces contort and stretch into a helpless leer,
organs spurt out smelly stains
and sticky betrayals."
Oink, oink.
"This is the sweaty farce out of which we are born.
We are implicated without choice in the
slippery catastrophe of the copulations
which splatter us into existence.
We are spat out of fevered loins.
We are the by-blows of grunts and groans
and pantings in a rumpled and creaking bed.
Welcome."
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The Milk of Paradise.
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Good. Now we can talk.
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What was it Kipling said about women and cigars? Never mind.
0:24:56 0:25:01
How would you know?
0:25:01 0:25:04
WHAT do you know?
0:25:04 0:25:07
How much do you know?
0:25:10 0:25:12
Oh, I'm sorry.
0:25:13 0:25:16
I'm afraid this could make a very nasty burn and you've such lovely skin, Sonia. Like porcelain.
0:25:16 0:25:23
Do you know the origin of the word "porcelain"?
0:25:23 0:25:28
No, of course not. Why should you?
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Doesn't it disgust you, what you do?
0:25:33 0:25:37
Being paid to stretch out and let a stranger enter you.
0:25:37 0:25:43
The NKVD must have trained you well. I do know who you work for.
0:25:45 0:25:50
This is the dead time, isn't it?
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Dead time in a dead city.
0:26:08 0:26:11
Feel the nothingness pressing down, pressing down on the whole dirty place.
0:26:12 0:26:19
It's cold out there.
0:26:19 0:26:22
The river looks as though it's made of tar, sludging along.
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Full of filth.
0:26:27 0:26:30
-There's two men out there. Who are they?
-Are you sure?
0:26:37 0:26:42
It's half past four in the morning. They can't be there by accident.
0:26:42 0:26:47
-Is there a back way?
-What?
-Another way out?
0:26:47 0:26:51
-Who are they? What do they want?
-Way out, quick!
-Who are they after?
0:26:51 0:26:57
-Let go.
-Who are they?
-Let me go!
0:26:57 0:27:00
You're not going anywhere.
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