Showing posts with label Sacrifice. Show all posts
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Wednesday 26 October 2022

Pace



They also Serve, who Stand and Wait --
Loyalty is a Much-Misunderstood Thing.

Wild At Heart - Love Me 
(Performed by Nicolas Cage)


Sailor's in Deep Trouble here.
I can't just leave him.

Oh yes, you can!
Yes, you can!


Your mama was real worried 
about you, honey. Me Too.
Can you give your old friend Santos a hug?



Dearest Sailor,

First thing you'll want to know is :
I'm keeping the baby.

Mama wasn't for it at first,
but I think now she is.

I'm gonna name it Pace,
no matter if it's a boy or a girl.

It's kinda hard to believe that
Pace will be six when you get out.

Our Child!

I love you, Sailor.

I miss dancing and talking,
and especially The Other!

5 YEARS, 10 MONTHS, 21 DAYS LATER

When... does... Sailor's train get in?

Six.

If I asked you not to go...

It wouldn't make any difference.

Girl, what if I told you not to go?

Mama, if you get in the way of Our Happiness,
I'll fucking pull your arms out by the roots!

No!

Mama, you almost crashed us!

Oh, an accident, baby!

Oh no, oh man!

Same fuckin' thing happened to me last year!

You must be my son.

Shake hands with Your Daddy, Pace.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Pace.
I read a lot about you.

Are you hungry?

Lead the way.

No!

No!

What's wrong, Mama?

Don't worry, Son. 
Just stay here.

I'm sorry, Sailor,
I just can't help it.

Just give me one little minute, then I'll quit.

The Boy's frightened, Lula. 
This ain't no Good.

Really, Sailor, I'll be okay.

It's a mistake, Honey.

You two go on.
I'll walk back to the depot.

What are you talking about?
That's Your Son in there!

He never Knew Me, Lula.
So there's not much for him to forget.

And 6 years apart makes it almost simple for us too.

How can you say that, Sailor?

It's what Makes Sense.

Please don't do this, Sailor!

If ever something doesn't feel right to you,
remember what Pancho said to the Cisco Kid :
"Let's Win, before We're Dancing 
at The End of a Rope, 
without Music."

You've been fine without Me.
No need to make Life tougher 
than it has to be.

Sailor, come back!

What do you faggots want?

The Good Witch...

Lula Loves You.

But I'm a robber and 
a manslaughterer.

And I haven't had any 
Parental Guidance.

She's forgiven You all that.
You Love Her.
Don't be afraid, Sailor.

But I'm Wild at Heart.

If You are Truly Wild at Heart,
You'll fight for Your Dreams.
Don't Turn-away from Love, Sailor.
Don't Turn-away from Love.

Ass-Kicking Angel :
Had Enough, asshole?


Yes I have.
And I want to apologize  to 
You Gentlemen for referring 
to You as homosexuals.

I also want to thank you fellows.

You've taught me
a valuable lesson in life.

I just met the Good Witch.

Monday 16 August 2021

He Doesn’t LIKE You.







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


Manchester Black’s Mother :

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 Mummy 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


*****



I thought you liked your mother. 



She doesn't know anything. 

I haven't told her what you told me. 

It was lies, anyway. 


What was? 



You and your pencil. 

Just a con-trick, that's all. 

Made me say a lot of lies.


Like what?


All of it. Everything I said. 

A lot of lies. 


I see.




Ought to be locked up. 

Bloody Tricks. 


Thought you liked tricks. 


There'll be the drug next.



What drug?


I've heard. I'm not ignorant. 

I know what you get up to in here... 

shove needles in people and pump them full of truth drugs... 

so they can't help Saying Things. 

That's next, isn't it? 


Do you know why you're here? 


So you can give me Truth Drugs? 



He actually believes they exist. 


Hesther :

Truth Drugs? 


Yes. 


Hesther :

And don't they? 


Of course not. 

The important thing is that 

he wants A Way to Speak... 

Finally tell me what happened in those stables. 

Tape is too isolated... and hypnosis, he pretends, is A Trick, so he can deny it later. 


I'm tempted to 

Play A Real Trick on him. 




Hesther :

Like what? 



Give him an aspirin. 

Tell him it's the strongest truth drug in the world. 


Hesther :

He'd just deny everything again afterwards. 

The same thing all over. 


Superman :

No, because I'd tell him The Truth afterwards... 

that it was simply an aspirin. 


He'll Believe Me

Underneath all that glowering, 

The Boy Trusts Me. 


You realize that? I'm sure he does. 

Poor, bloody fool. 


Hesther :


Please, Martin, dear, 

don't start that again. 


Superman :

Can you do anything worse to somebody than to…

Take away Their Worship


Hesther :

Worship? 


Superman :

Yes, that word again. 


Hesther :

Isn't that a little extreme? 


Superman :

Extremity — is The Point


Hesther :

Worship isn't destructive, Martin —

I know that


Superman :

I don't —I only know 

it's the core of his life. 


What else has he got


Think about it. 

He can hardly read. 

He knows no physics or engineering 

to make The World real to him... 

No paintings to show him 

how others have enjoyed it... 

No music except television jingles... 

No history except tales from a desperate mother... 

No friends to give him a joke 

or make him know himself 

more moderately. 


He's a modern citizen for whom Society doesn't exist. 

He lives one hour every three weeks, howling in a mist. 

"With My BODY, I Thee Worship." 

Many men are less vital with their wives. 


Hesther :

All the same, they don't BLIND their wives, do they? 


Superman :

Come on. 


Hesther :

Well, do they? 


Superman :

You mean he's a violent, dangerous madman, who'll go round the country doing it again and again? 


Hesther :

I mean he's In PAIN, Martin. 

He's been In Pain for most of His Life


Superman :

Yes. 


Hesther :

And you can take it away. 


Superman :

Yes. 


Hesther :

Then that's all you need to know, in the end. 


Superman :

No. 


Hesther :

Why not? 


Superman :

Because — it is HIS. 


Hesther :

His? 


Superman :

HIS Pain. His Own. He made it. 


Hesther :

I don't understand. I don't

There's no merit about being In Pain, that's just pure old masochism



Superman :

I'm talking about Passion, Hesther. 

You know what that word meant originally? Suffering


The way you get Your Own Spirit through Your Own Suffering. 

Self-chosen. Self-made. 


This boy's DONE that. 

He's created his own desperate ceremony... 

just to ignite one flame of original ecstasy 

in the spiritless waste around him. 


Alright... he's destroyed for it, horribly

He's virtually been destroyed BY it. 


One thing I know for sure, that boy has known a PASSION... more ferocious than I have known in any second of my life. 


Let me tell you something : 

I envy it. 


Hesther :

You CAN'T. 


Superman :

Don't you see? 

That's what his stare has said all this time :

"At least I galloped. 

When did you?" 


I'm jealous, Hesther. 

Jealous... of Manchester Black


Hesther :

That's absurd


Superman :

Is it? 


Hesther :

Yes, utterly. Utterly


Superman :

I go on about my wife —

Have you thought about the husband? 

The finicky, critical husband, with his art books on mythical Greece? 


What REAL Worship has he known? 

Without worship, you shrink! 

It's brutal. 

I shrank my life. 

No one can do it for you


I settled for being pallid and provincial 

out of my eternal timidity


The old story of 

bluster, and do bugger-all. 


I didn't even dare to have children... 

didn't dare to bring children into a house and marriage as cold as mine. 


I tell everyone Margaret 

is The Puritan, I'm The Pagan. 

Some Pagan. 

Such wild returns I make 

to the womb of civilisation. 


Three weeks a year 

in the Mediterranean. 


Beds booked in advance, meals paid with vouchers... 

cautious jaunts in hired cars, suitcase crammed with Kaopectate. 


What a FANTASTIC Surrender 

to The Primitive. 



The "Primitive." 

I use that word endlessly

"The Primitive World," I say, 

"What Instinctual Truths were lost with it." 


While I sit baiting that poor, 

unimaginative woman with the word... 

That freaky boy is trying 

to conjure The Reality


I look at pages of centaurs 

trampling the soil of Argos. 


Outside My Window, that boy 

is trying to BECOME one 

in a Hampshire field. 


Every night I watch that woman knitting, 

a woman I haven't kissed in six years

And he stands for an hour in The Dark, 

sucking the sweat off his god's hairy cheek.


In the morning, 

I put away my books 

on the cultural shelf... 

Close up my Kodachrome snaps 

of Mount Olympus... 

Touch my reproduction statue 

of Dionysus for luck... 

and go off to The Hospital 

to treat HIM for Insanity


Now do you see? 


Hesther :

The Boy's In Pain, Martin. 

That's all I see. 


I understand, you know. 

I'm not just being Mrs. MacBrisk. 


You haven't made 

that kind of pain. 

So few of us have


But you've still made 

OTHER things. 

Your own thoughts. Your own skill

Skill absolutely unique to you


I've watched you do it, year after year... 

and it's marvelous


You can't just sit and say 

"It's all provincial, 

You're just a butcher." 


All that stuff is stupid, hateful


Alright, you never galloped. 

Too bad


If I have to choose between his galloping 

and your sheer training... 

I'll take The Training every time. 


What's more, 

so will the boy, at this moment. 


That stare of his isn't accusing you, 

it's simply demanding


Superman :

What? 


Hesther :

Just that

YOUR Power to pull him out of 

The NIGHTMARE he's galloped himself INTO


Do you see? 

Do you see?