Friday 22 October 2021
Oh?
Sunday 15 August 2021
None of Us Defended The Creepy Little Shit
Saturday 24 July 2021
Mister Black
GLITZ:
What a WAY to GO…!!
All in all, he wasn't a bad old codger….
Honest, of course.
Still, Nobody's Perfect.
Mister Six [OC]:
(burbling)
And that's The Clue :
Nobody IS.
Not even The Valeyard.
GLITZ:
(Praying to The (imaginary) Skies)
Oh, great cosmic protector of
grafters and dissemblers, save me!
SAVE me!
A VOICE from The Grave…!!
Mister Six [OC]:
No — a Grave Voice.
The Doctor rises vertically from the quicksand.)
Mister Six :
Bad Joke.
But everything round here is
A BAD Joke.
Mr. Dressed-in-Black,-Say-'Fuck'-every-other-word-out-of-your-mouth,-cynical-Humanist, you --
Shadows have a way
of doing that.
Haunting you.
Shame is a very ugly emotion, certainly.
But not to the nearly same degree as Envy.
When I was a Young Boy,
My Father took me into The City,
to see A Marching Band.
He Said,
"Son, When You Grow-up,
Would You Be The Saviour of The Broken?
The Beaten and The Damned?"
He Said,
"Will You Defeat Them?
Your Demons?
And all The Non-Believers.....
The Plans that They have made....
Because, One Day, I'll leave you --
A Phantom, to Lead You in The Summer :
To Join The Black Parade"
" "…we're going to kill them, and then we can get back to our day jobs. We can sell SHOES again..!!!"
Why would they fucking do that? Why would the band do that? WHY?
"Because it's not a band, Bill, Mr. Dressed-in-black,-say-fuck-every-other-word-out-of-your-mouth,-cynical-humanist-you…
… It's The Devil!"
Nurse :
Dr. Dysart! There's a terrible scene
with the Strang boy in the Violence Room.
His Mother brought him chocolates.
He threw them at her, hard!
Don't you dare! Don't you dare.
Don't you look at me like that.
I'm Not A Doctor who'll take anything.
Don't you give me that stare, Young Man.
Mrs. Strang.
I know your stares, they don't work on me...
Leave here at once!
What did you say?
I tell you to leave here at once.
Goodbye, Alan.
Wait for me.
I must ask you never to come here again.
You think I want to?
Do you think I want to?
What on earth has got into you?
Into ME?
Can't you see the boy's highly distressed?
He's at the most delicate stage of treatment.
He's totally exposed, ashamed, everything you can imagine.
And me? What about me? What do you think I am?
I'm a parent. Of course, that doesn't count.
Isn't it a dirty word in here, "parent"?
You know that's Not True.
I know it, alright.
I've heard it all my life -- It's our fault.
Whatever Happens, WE did it.
You say to us,
"Who forbids Television?"
"Who does what behind whose back?"
As if we're criminals.
Let me tell you something.
We're NOT criminals.
We've done nothing wrong. We loved Alan.
We gave him the best love we COULD.
Poor Frank digs into the boy too much,
but nothing in excess. He's not a bully.
No, Doctor. Whatever has happened...
Has happened because of Alan.
If you added up everything we did to him,
from his first day on earth to this...
you wouldn't find out why he did this terrible thing.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
I want you to understand...
because I lie awake, thinking it out.
And I want you to know I deny it absolutely,
what he's doing now.
Staring at me,
attacking me for what he's done...
For what he is.
Mrs. Strang!
You have Your Words, and I have Mine.
But if you knew God, Doctor,
you would know about The Devil.
The Devil isn't made by what Mommy says,
or what Daddy says.
The Devil is there.
It's an old-fashioned word,
but A True Thing.
I'll go. What I did just now was inexcusable.
I only know that... he was my little Alan...
and then The Devil came.
This new image of The Crying Boy haunted the fascinating and demented stories of this period.
MASTER [on screen]:
You have an endearing habit of blundering into these things Doctor, and The High Council took full advantage of your blunder.
INQUISITOR:
Explain that.
MASTER :
They made A Deal with The Valeyard --
or as I've always known him, The Doctor,
To adjust The Evidence --
In return for which, he was promised
the remainder of The Doctor's regenerations.
Mister Black :
This is clearly --
Mister Six :
Just a MINUTE...!
Did YOU just call him....
The Doctor?!
MASTER :
There is some Evil in all of us Doctor, even you.
The Valeyard is an amalgamation
of The Darker Sides of Your Nature,
somewhere between your
Twelfth and Final Incarnation.
And I May Say,
You Do NOT Improve with Age.
Mister Six :
Madam, this revelation should halt this trial immediately.
Surely, even Gallifreyan Law must acknowledge that
The Same Person CANNOT be, both
Prosecutor AND Defendant.
INQUISITOR:
The Single Purpose of This Trial
is to determine The Defendant's Guilt or otherwise
on the basis of The Evidence that has been presented.
[ Which you have just been told is all UnTrue. ]
Anything Else is,
for The Moment, irrelevant.
Mister Six :
What?!