Great Meals fade in reflection.
Everything else gains.
Do you know why?
'Cause it's only Food.
This shit we put in us,
keeps us going,
it's only Food.
Shrink :
Who's gonna tell me about it, then?
You or The Boil?
Richard E. Grant :
No, no. I think we should start again.
There's no 'side' to any of this.
There is Me. There is a Boil.
The Boil happens to be Abel to Speak,
but that doesn't qualify it
to give an opinion.
It was Me that decided
to come here, not it.
Shrink :
You don't think the inclusion
of The Boil could perhaps help us?
No. I'm not interested in its opinions.
Shrink :
Even if it says something
that might be of relevance?
Shrink :
I'm not interested in it,
no matter what it says.
In my opinion, it should
be lanced instantly.
It was the only reason
I agreed to come off the garage roof.
If it wants to join in,
it can pay its own bill.
Come and Lie Down.
Please.
Tell me about advertising.
Now, You Resigned
from an important firm
with a very highly paid job.
I'd like to know Your Reasons.
Well, at least try and
give me an example
of even one of those reasons.
All right. Reason one.
Advertising conspires
with Big Brother.
And you're afraid of Big Brother?
Someone or Something
Coming into Your Life and
Telling You What to Do?
No. I'm not afraid of Him.
I'm one of the few who
really understands Him.
Oh?
The man who conceived of Big Brother never knew what was coming down the line.
Thought his filthy creation
was gonna be Watching Us.
But it is Us who Watch it.
There's one in every living room.
The monstrous injustice of it is,
We stare at it of our own Free Will.
So we could say, principally,
that it's Television that you blame?
We can say entirely it is The Crooks
who've infiltrated it that I blame.
They've moved in on
The Greatest Means of Communication
since The Wheel.
And now They've done it,
Their Greed is Insatiable.
They're cutting down jungles
to breed hamburgers,
turning the whole world
into a car park.
They'd sell off The Sea to satisfy
the needs of their great god Greed.
They won't be satisfied, not till
we're all squatting in one
of its fucking hatchbacks
on a motorway.
There isn't going to be
anywhere left to go
except in slow revolutions
towards the crest
of the next slag heap.
Do you have trouble
in getting an erection?
- What?
- Can you get an erection?
- Yes!
- Masturbating much?
Constantly! I've got
a talking boil on my neck!
What would you do?
What does this mean to you —
"Are you ashamed of your false teeth?
Put an end to the miseries of dentures.
You could smile again with confidence.
Just ask Barbara Simmons."
The boil said it a few nights ago.
Sounds like a particularly
crude voiceover.
Voiceover?
The Voice That Sells.
If you're selling perfume,
it sounds like A Lover.
If you're selling
something inedible
you want people to eat,
it'll sound as stupid
as they'll have to be
to buy it.
In this case, it would sound
like A Dentist, someone in the know.
I see. So one could say that it's,
erm, The Voice of Authority?
Like, erm...Well, like
a parent's voice, almost?
If You Like.
Has The Boil spoken this morning?
Yes, I had a row with it, and it got
very heated when I refused to shave.
Tell me about your parents.
Not part of The Plot.
As far as I know, they
were completely normal.
I come from a completely
normal family.
Tell him about your grandfather.
That was the boil. Ignore it.
I don't think we should do that.
It's the first time it's spoken in front
of me, and it might be important.
It has nothing important to say.
It is destructive, self-satisfied
and abusive.
You cun...
You see?
Don't Listen.
Come on. Fair's fair.
You've had your say. Now I'll have mine.
Don't listen to it! Don't listen to it!
Why don't you tell me
about your grandfather?
If you tell me, the boil might be quiet.
My grandfather was caught molesting
a wallaby in a private zoo in 1919.
- A wallaby?
- May have been a kangaroo. I'm not sure.
- You mean sexually?
- Suppose so. He had his hand in its pouch.
- Fucked it, didn't he?
- He did not fuck it!
Just... just lie back.
- What happened to him?
- He pleaded insanity and got three months.
Does the authoritarian attitude
they took with him upset you?
- No. He died before I was born.
- Do you sympathise with him?
If I had been stuck in a trench
for three years,
- I might do something stupid myself.
- Like showing affection for an animal?
- He'd fuck one.
- Shut up!
Ask Barbara Simmons.
He'd fuck her as well.
Oh, my God. How could the boil have
possibly known about my grandfather?
That means it can read my mind.
No, Mr Bagley, it does not.
We'll speak about that in a moment,
when we've had a look at this boil.
What you mean is you want
me to have a look at it. No.
What would you say if I said
that you don't want to look at it
because you're frightened
of what you might see?
I'd say you'd be absolutely right.
Isn't that trying to pretend
it doesn't exist?
Isn't that exactly what you're accusing
everyone else of doing?
Now, we must reduce
this guilt in two ways.
First, it must be physically
reduced with surgery.
And secondly, we must reduce
your punishing conscience
by refusing to allow it to hide.
Once we get it out into the open,
it'll be easier to fight.
And I'm certain that
by the time your neck's healed,
you'll be smiling at this problem
and be back at work.
Never. No matter what you reduce,
I will never go back to advertising.
Perhaps. But now, let's have a look
at this bully on your neck.
Just look at it in The Mirror...
and tell me What You See.
Oh, God in Heaven!
It's grown a moustache!
Oh, My God!
Oh, My God.
Yes.
Yes?
The Bastard looks just like Me!
What you must understand
is that it's not The Boil
that can read You.
It is you, Mr Bagley,
that can read the boil.
You can read it because it is you.
At least, a part of you.
The Boil knows
What You're Thinking
because you've projected
Some of You into it.
You've given it the side
that you find intolerable,
the bullying, aggressive,
dictatorial side.
The side that sells
Toothpaste and Soap.
You've decided that
Selling These Things is a
Bad Thing for You to Do,
and you are unable
to accept The Guilt for
what you feel you've done.
Therefore, you've transmitted
these qualities into The Boil.
Perhaps, by doing this, you hope
to escape Your Guilt.
But you've created a symbol of
Foul-Mouthed Authority instead.
Your Very Own
Big Brother.
