Showing posts with label Trust. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 30 October 2019

Liar’s Poker — Clowns to The Left of Me, Jokers to The Right


We're just gonna sit here and bleed... 'til Joe Cabot sticks his fuckin' head through that door. 




ORANGE :
Say hello to a motherfucker who's inside. 
Cabot's doing a job.
He wants me on the team. 

This better not be a joke. 

ORANGE :
This ain't a joke.


I'm in. I'm up his ass. 
Nice Guy Eddie tells me Joe wants to meet me.  
He says I should just wait for a phone call. 
After waiting three days he calls me last night and says Joe's ready.
He'll pick me up in 10 minutes.


Who picked you up? 

ORANGE :
Nice Guy. We get to a bar.


What bar? 

ORANGE :
Smokey Pete's in Gardena. 
We get there... and I meet Joe and a guy named Mr. White. Phony name.
My name's Mr. Orange.


Mr. Orange?

ORANGE :
Mr. Orange. 


Okay, Mr. Orange.
You ever see this motherfucker before?

ORANGE :
Who? Mr. White? 


Yes. Mr. White. 

ORANGE :
No. He ain't one of Cabot's men either.
He's gotta be from out of town.
Joe knows him good.


How can you tell? 

ORANGE :
The way they talk.
You can tell they're buddies.

You two talk?

ORANGE :
Me and Joe? 

Mr. White.

ORANGE :
A little.

About what? 

ORANGE :
The Brewers. 

Milwaukee Brewers? 

ORANGE :
They won the night before.
He made some money off them. 


Good. If this crook's a Brewers fan, he's gotta be from Wisconsin. 
And I'll bet you everything... they got a sheet in Milwaukee on this Mr. White's ass. 
So I want you to go through everybody in Milwaukee with a history of armed robbery and put a name to the face.
Nice work, Freddy.

ORANGE :
Thank you, my man.


How was Long Beach Mike's referral?

ORANGE :
Perfect. His backing me up went a long way.
I told them I played poker with him. 
Nice Guy checked it out and said it was A-okay. Said I was a good Thief,
I didn't rattle... and that I was ready to move. 
He's a good guy.
I wouldn't be inside without him. 

No, no — Long Beach Mike is not your friend. 
Long Beach Mike is a fucking scumbag. 
He's selling out his amigos. 
That's how nice he fuckin' is. 
I'll take care of his ass... but you get that scumbag out of mind and take care of business. 

ORANGE :
Gone. 

Use The Commode Story.


ORANGE :
What's The Commode Story?




It's a scene. 
Memorise it. 

ORANGE :
A what?




An undercover cop's gotta be Marlon Brando. 
To do this job you gotta be a great actor, naturalistic. 
You gotta be naturalistic as hell. 
If you're a bad actor, that's bullshit in this job. 

ORANGE :
What is this? 

That's an amusing anecdote about a drug deal —
Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a job. 

ORANGE :
I gotta memorise all this?
There's four pages of this shit. 




Think about it like it's a joke. 
Memorise what's important.
The rest you make your own. 
You can tell a joke, can't you? 
Well, pretend you're Don Rickles... and tell a joke, all right? 
The things you gotta remember are the details. 
The details sell your story. 

This particular story takes place in a men's room. 
You gotta know all the details-- 

Whether they got paper towels or a blower to dry your hands. 
You gotta know if the stalls ain't got no doors or not. 
You gotta know if they got liquid soap or that pink, granulated shit... they used in high school. 
You gotta know if they got hot water or not, if it stinks... 
if some nasty, lowlife, scum-ridden motherfucker... sprayed diarrhea all over one of the bowls. 

You gotta know every detail there is to know about this commode. 

What you gotta do is take all them details and make 'em your own. 

While you're doing that, remember that this story is about you... 
and how you perceived the events that went down. 

The only way to do that... is keep sayin' it... and sayin' it and sayin' it. 

ORANGE :
This is during the L.A. marijuana drought, 
I still had a connection, which was insane 'cause... you couldn't get any weed anywhere then. 
Anyway, I had a connection with this hippie chick in Santa Cruz... and all my friends knew it. 

They call me and say,
"Hey, Freddy--" 

*FAILED*

They say, 
"Hey, dude — You gettin' some? 
Can you get some for me too?" 

They knew I still smoked, so they asked me to buy some for them. 
It got to be-- Every time I bought some weed I was buyin' for four or five people.

 Finally I said, fuck this shit.
I'm makin' this bitch rich. She didn't even have to meet these people. 
I was doing all the work. 

That got to be a pain in the ass, people calling all the time. 
I couldn't even rent a tape without six fuckin' interruptions. 

"When's the next time you're gettin' some?" 

"Motherfucker!I'm tryin' to watch The Lost Boys!
When I get some, I'll call you." 

Then these rink-a-dink potheads come by. 

They're my friends and everything, but still-- I got it laid out in -dollar bags, they don't want dollars worth. 

They want ten dollars' worth, and breaking it up wasn't easy. 
I don't even know what ten dollars' worth looks like. 

This was a very weird situation. Remember back in ' ... there was a major fuckin' drought. 
Nobody had anything. People were livin' on resin, smokin' the wood in their pipes. 

This chick had a bunch and she's beggin' me to sell it. 

So I told her I wasn't gonna be Joe the pot man anymore... but I would take a little bit
and sell it to my close friends. 

She agreed and we kept the same arrangement as before-- ten percent and free pot for me... if I helped her that weekend. 

She was sellin' a brick of weed and didn't wanna go to the buy alone. Her brother usually goes with her, but he's in County unexpectedly. 

What for? His traffic tickets gone to warrant. 
They stopped him, found warrants on him, took him to County. 

She doesn't wanna walk around alone with all that weed. 
I don't wanna do this.
I have a very bad feeling about it. 
She keeps asking me, asking me. 

Finally I said okay 'cause I'm sick of hearing it. 

So we go to the train station--


JOE CABOT :
Wait. You're goin' to the train station with the weed on ya? 

ORANGE :
Yeah, The guy needed it right away. 
Anyway, we get to the train station... and we're waitin' for the guy. 

I'm carryin' the weed in a carry-on bag. 
I gotta take a piss, so I tell her I'm goin' to the boy's room. 
So I walk into the men's room and who's standing there? 
Four Los Angeles County sheriffs and a German shepherd. 


NICE GUY EDDIE :
They're waitin' for you?

ORANGE :
No, they're just four guys standing around in a Men's Room talkin'. 
And when I walked in, they all stopped talkin'... and they looked at me. 

JOE CABOT :
That's hard.
That's a fuckin' hard situation. 

ORANGE :
German shepherd starts barking. 
He's barkin' at me. I mean, it's obvious he's barkin' at me
Every nerve ending, all of my senses, the blood in the veins was screamin': 

"Take off, man. Just bail. Get the fuck outta there." 

Panic hits me like a bucket of water. Bam! 

Right in the face. I'm drenched in panic and these cops are lookin' at me and they know it. 

They can smell it,sure as that fuckin' dog can. They can smell it on me. 

"Shut up. So anyway,
I got my gun drawn. I point it at this guy
and I tell him... 

"Freeze.Don't fuckin' move." 

This little idiot's looking right at me and saying... 

"I know, I know." 

But meanwhile his right hand
is creepin' toward the glove box. I scream at him, 

"Asshole!
I'm gonna blow you away right now! 
Put your hands on the dash." 

He's still looking at me, nodding his head. "I know, buddy, I know." 

Meanwhile his hand is still
going for the glove box. And I said... 

"Buddy, I'm gonna shoot you
in the face... if you don't put your hands up." 

Then this guy's girlfriend, this real sexy Oriental bitch... she starts screaming at him:

"Chuck, what are you doin'? 
Listen to the officer!
Put your hands on the dash!" 

So then the guy snaps out of it and puts his hands on the dash. 

What was he goin' for? 

His fucking registration. 

You're kidding.


No, man! Stupid citizen doesn't know how closehe came to gettin' blown away. That close, man. 

JOE CABOT :
You knew how to handle that situation. 
You shit your pants, dive in and swim. 


Tell me more about Cabot. 

ORANGE :
I don't know. He's a cool guy. He's funny.
He's a funny guy. You remember the Fantastic Four? 

Yeah, with that invisible bitch... and "Flame on" and shit, right? 


ORANGE :
Thing. Motherfucker... looks just like the Thing. 


NICE GUY EDDIE :
Hey! Showtime! Grab your jacket.
I'm parked outside. 

ORANGE :
I'll be right down. 


NICE GUY EDDIE :
He'll be right down. 

ORANGE :
Don't pussy out on me now. 
They don't know. 

They don't know shit. 
You're not gonna get hurt.

You're fuckin' Baretta. 
They believe every fuckin' word 'cause you're super cool. 

There goes our boy. 
The guy has to have rocks in his head the size of Gibraltar... to work undercover. 

You want one of these?
Yeah, give me the bear claw. 




BROWN :
 Fuck. Jesus. I'm blind, man.
I'm fuckin' blind. 

ORANGE  :
No, you just got blood in your eyes. 
Is he dead? Did he die or not? 
Let's go. 


ORANGE :
Hold it! Get out! 
Get out of the fuckin' car! 

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Larry. I can't believe she killed me. 
Who'd have fucking thought that? 


WHITE :
Hey, just cancel that shit right now. You're hurt.
You're hurt real fuckin' bad. 
But you ain't dying. All this blood's scaring the shit out of me, Larry. 
I'm gonna die. I know it. 


What the fuck happened? 

ORANGE :
He slashed the cop's face, cut off his ear and was gonna burn him alive. 

What? I didn't hear you. 

I said... Blonde went crazy. 
He slashed the cop's face, cut off his ear and was gonna burn him alive. 


This cop? 
He went crazy?
Something like that? 
Worse or better? 

Eddie, he was pulling a burn, man. 
He was gonna kill the cop and me. 

When you guys walked in, he was gonna kill you and run with the diamonds. 

What'd I tell ya? That sick piece of shit was a stone-cold psycho. 

You should've asked the cop, not just killed him. 

He talked about what he was gonna do when he was slicing him up. 


I don't buy it. Doesn't make sense. 

Makes perfect fuckin' sense to me. 
You didn't see how he acted during the job. 
We did. 

He's right.
The ear's hacked off. 

Let me just say this out loud, 'cause I wanna get this straight. 


You're saying that Mr. Blonde... was gonna kill you... 
and then when we got back he was gonna kill us... 
take the diamonds and scram. 
I'm right about that, right?
That's your story? 

ORANGE :
I swear on my mother's soul... that's what happened. 

The man you killed just got released from prison. 
He got caught at a company warehouse full of hot items. 
He could've fuckin' walked. 
All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't; he kept his mouth shut. 
He did his fuckin' time like a man. 
He did four years for us. 
So, Mr. Orange... you're telling me that this good friend of mine... who did four years
for my father... who, in four years, never made a deal, no matter what they offered him... 
you're telling me 
that now that he's free... and we're making good on our commitment to him... 
he's just gonna decideout of the fucking blue... to rip us off? 
Why don't you tell me what really happened. 

JOE CABOT :
What the hell for? 
It'd just be more bullshit.



PINK :
What? Wait, wait.
You didn't tell him your name, did you?

WHITE :
I told him my first name and where I was from.

PINK :
Why?

WHITE :
I told him where I was from a few days ago.
It was just a natural conversation.


PINK :
What was tellin' him your name when you weren't supposed to?

WHITE :
He asked.
We had just gotten away from the cops.
He just got shot.
It was my fault he got shot.
He's a fuckin' bloody mess.
He's screamin'.
I swear to God, I thought he was
gonna die right then and there.
I'm tryin' to comfort him, telling him not to worry...
everything's going to be okay,
I'm gonna take care of him.
And he asked me what my name was.
I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms.
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
Tell him I'm sorry? 
I can't give out that fuckin' information?
It's against the rules?
I don't trust you enough?
Maybe I should've, but I couldn't.
Fuck you! Fuck Joe!




Wednesday, 23 October 2019

Yes, Sir. No, Sir. A Fool, Sir, Yes, Sir, But Not a Rat, Sir.













“Leo McKern, who was a very good friend of mine and a very fine actor I think, came in on short notice to do it, and it was mainly a two hander. 

The brainwashing thing, he was trying to brainwash me and in the end No. 6 turns the tables. 

And the dialogue was very peculiar because all it consisted of was mainly "Six, Six, Six," and five pages of that at one time. 

And Leo, one lunchtime, went up to his dressing room and I went to see the rushes and I knew he was tired. 

I went up to the dressing room to tell him how good I thought he'd been in the rushes. 




And he was curled up in the foetus position on his couch there, and he says, "Go away! Go away you bastard! I don't want to see you again."

 I said, "What are you talking about?" 

He says, "I've just ordered two doctors," he says, "and they're coming over as soon as they can." 
He says, "Go away." 

And he had! He'd ordered two doctors and they come over that afternoon and he didn't work for 3 days. 

He's gone! He'd cracked, which was very interesting. 

He'd truly cracked.”



"All The World's a Stage, and all the men and women merely players.

They have their exits and their entrances.

And one man in his time plays many parts...

His acts being Seven Ages."





(Piercing whine)

William Shakespeare.

He summed it all up... so they say.

"At first the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse's arms."

Be still!

Even as a child, there's something in your brain that's a puzzlement.

I intend to discover it.

A - Find missing link.

When I have found it, I will refine it and YOU will play our game.

B - Put it together.

If I fail, then...

I'm your father.

Do I say anything that makes you want to hate me?

We're going for a walk, aren't we?

Into the park, isn't it?

I always speak well of your mother,  don't I?

(Sounds of playground)

Seesaw Margery Daw
Jacky shall have a new master
Seesaw.
Margery Daw.

Jacky... Shall have...

- ...a new master.
- A new master.

- Master.
- Jacky.

- Master! Master!
- Jacky! Jacky!

- Master! Master!
- Mother! Father!

Brother.

Friends.

Brother... Brother... Brother?

- Friends.
- Friends...

- Push.
- Friends.

Friends... Push.

- Push.
- School.

- School.
- School.

Creeping... like snails...

(Dance music)

Unwillingly... to school...

School... School...

School... School... School...

Report to my study in the morning break.

(Plays organ)

(Knock on door)

Come in!

Take off your hat in my presence.


Sorry, sir.

You were talking in class.
-

No, sir.

- You refuse to admit it.
- I wasn't.

- You know who was?
- Yes, sir.

Who was it?

It's nine days since the incident,
you've been here every morning

and still refuse to co-operate.

Today is your last chance!

- It wasn't you?
- No.

- You know who it was?
- Yes.

Who was it?

- That is cowardice!
- That's honour.

- We don't discuss that.
- You should teach it.

- You're a fool!
- Yes, sir. Not a rat.

- Rat?
- Rat.

- I'M A RAT?
- No, sir. I'm a fool, not a rat.

- Society...
- Yes, sir?

Society is a place
where people exist together.

- Yes, sir.
- That is civilisation.

The lone wolf belongs
to the wilderness.

- Yes, sir.
- You must not be a lone wolf!

- No, sir.
- You must conform!

- Yes, sir.
- It is my duty to see that you do!

Yes, sir.

You will take six.

- Six?
- Of the best.

- I'm not guilty, sir.
- 1 0!

- 1 2.
- What?

1 2, sir... so that I can remember.

(Fanfare)

And so we come to another
graduation day.

A joyous moment for any boy.
Especially for our prize pupil.

As we launch him
into the rapids of adulthood,

we look back at the ups and downs
of his childhood,

and view with some satisfaction

the fine specimen
you see before you now.

- Have you anything to say?
- Nothing, sir.

Nothing? Nothing at all?

Thank you for everything, sir.

Congratulations, my boy!

You will do well.
We are proud of you.

Proud that you have learnt to manage
your rebellious spirit

and that your obedience is absolute.

- Why did you resign?
- What's that, sir?

Oh, come along, boy!

Why did you resign?

From what, sir?

Now, my boy, you know perfectly well
what I'm talking about.

- Why did you resign?
- I can't tell you.

- Was it secret...
- Secret, sir?

- And confidential?
- No, sir.

- Top secret?
- No, sir.

- Top secret!
- State secret.

- Yes!
- State secret, sir.

TOP, STATE SECRET!
WHY, WHY, WHY DID YOU RESIGN?

NOOO! NOOO!

All right, boy. Leave school, boy.

Just tell me... No more school.

- TELL ME, WHY DID YOU RESIGN?
- NO!

(Number Six) STATE... STATE...

STATE... CONFIDENTIAL... SECRET!

I'm beginning to like him.

(Number Two)
A, B, C, D, E... Say them.

One, two, three, four, five.

- (Number Two) Six, six, six...
- (Number Six) Five, five, five...

- Six! Six!
- Five! Five!

- Six of one... six of one...
- Five... five... five...

- Six of one, six of one...
- Five, five, five...

Six of one,
half a dozen of the other!

- Pop goes the weasel.
- Pop!

- Pop... pop
- Pop... pop, pop.

- Pop, pop!
- Pop, pop!

- Pop protect!
- Protect?

Protect pop. Pop protect!

(Number Two) Protect other people.
People's own protection.

- Protect other pop...
- Protect other people! Why? Why?

- WHY? WHY? WHY?
- POP! POP! POP!

- Why? WHY?
- Pop, Pop, pop goes the weasel.

- Half a pound of tuppenny rice
- WHY? WHY? WHY?

Pop goes the weasel...
Half a pound of pop, pop, pop.

- Why, pop? Why, pop?
- Pop? Pop? Pop?

- WHY?
- Pop...

- Pop.
- Pop.

Not too much swing.
Keep down, keep it short!

Again! Again! Again!

(Crowd noise)

Good boy. Hit me!

- Like this?
- Too much swing, boy.

Swings are for kids, boy.

Hit me with your right, boy. Hit me!

Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!

Good! That's it, boy!
Keep your left up or I'll kill you!

I'll kill you, boy. Hit me! Hit me!

(Bell)

Take it easy! You're the champ, boy!
I made you.

You're the champ, boy.
The champ!

Pop...

Pop... Pop...

Pop goes the weasel.

That's it, boy. Tell me, boy.

Tell me, boy,
why... did... you... resign, boy?

Tell me, son.

You're the champ, boy.

The champ!

Tell me! Boy...

Tell me, son,

Why... did... you... resign, boy?

That's my boy! That's my boy!

Touché! Light and easy.
No muscle, just finesse.

Good. Nice and easy.

Good, but you ran. Mustn't run,
young man. Don't hit and run.

Don't treat it as a game, young man.

The champ!

Kill, kill, kill!

Now... KILL!

Afraid to prove you're a man?

Your resignation was
cowardice, wasn't it?

(Yells)

Kill!

You can do it all, boy.
You're a one-man band.

You won't step over the threshold,
because you're scared. Go on, kill.

(Yells)

You missed, boy.

You still can't do it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

Sorry? You're sorry for everybody.

Is that why you resigned?

I like it here. Always use it
for interviews. Nice and quiet.

I'm considerably impressed.

Naturally, I shall have to
discuss with my directors,

but you seem admirably suited.

Just bring matters up to date -
why, exactly, do you want this job?

It's a job?

You have no respect for tradition,
for an established firm of bankers.

- I was good at mathematics.
- So were we all.

I mean I can work. I don't care.

- Why?
- It's the way I'm made.

Oh, excellent!

- Are you ready? Come on, come on.
- Ready for what?

Hurry up! Hurry up! You are
to meet our managing director.

RIGHT AWAY!

(Number Two) It's approved
and passed into the minutes.

- Yes, sir, I'd like a job.
- You have it.

Thank you.

Just a minute!

Close the door.

Come here...

Come here.

Come here...

Just, um... just one slight matter.

Yes?

We've been watching you.

- Have you?
- Yeah, you're just right.

- Right for here?
- Of course.

You don't expect your talents
would be wasted?

- Never.
- Never. No, you're with us.

- Till death do us part.
- Exactly.

- This is a cover.
- Exactly.

For?

Shh... Secret.

Good.

- This IS a cover.
- For secret...

Secret work.

Top secret... confidential job.

Thank you.

(Sound of heavy traffic)

(Police siren)

I'm very good. I'm no angel,
but I'm good at mathematics.

- Two and two?
- Four.

- Congratulations.
- Ask the bank manager.

- The manager?
- He knows I'm good at figures.

- How many dead?
- What?

- You were driving at great speed.
- Yes, but nobody was hurt.

In a restricted zone?

- Well, I had to.
- Had to?

- I have the reason.
- Good, good. Tell me the reason.

I was on a mission,
a matter of life or death.

- Whose life or death?
- I'm not allowed to say.

- Why?
- Secret business.

- State confidential.
- Of the highest order.

- Yes!
- International, state secret...

- Yes, indeed!
- Tell me.

- Can't.
- Can't?

Such... bus... business...

...is above the law.
- Above the law?

- Yes!
- Tell me!

- Never!
- You're guilty...

...of speeding on a public highway,
no excuses.

Ask the manager.

Alternating even numbers... Test.

- Test?
- Alternating even numbers. Go!

- Two, four...
- Two. Two, four...

- Four...
- Six!

Two... two... four...

Six.

Two... Two... four... FIVE!

- Six! SIX!
- FIVE! FIVE!

Two. Four. Six.

Five. That's me.

Two, four, six - that's you.
Six! You are six!

Alternating numbers.
Four, six, eight...

- Guilty.
- Murder on the public highways.

Thinks he knows it all. Too fast.

Why risk the murder of an innocent
human being by speeding?

I'm good at figures.

(Number Two) Don't you like it?

I'll work any hours of the day.

Fine - 20 units.

- I appeal.
- What?

- I appeal.
- Not allowed.

- I can't pay.
- 20 units?

- I can't pay.
- Nothing?

- Units aren't for me.
- You're a member of The Village!

- NO!
- You are a unit...

- NO!
- ...of society.

- Contempt...
- No...

Contempt of court.

I accept the ruling. I killed.

- Six days in jail.
- I was rebelling.

I was rebelling against the figures,
my lord. I was rebelling, my lord...

- Six days. Take him away.
- I appeal, my lord.

Six days!

You're getting the same treatment
as everybody else.

That's why I'm going to appeal.
I appeal against unfair treatment.

Why? Why? Why did I resign?

(Rambles madly)

Why did you resign?

- For peace.
- For peace?

Let me out.

- You resigned for peace?
- Let me out.

You're a fool.

- For peace of mind.
- What?

- Peace of mind!
- Why?

Too many people know too much.

- Never.
- I know too much!

- Tell me.
- I know too much about you.

- You don't.
- I do.

- I know you.
- Who am I?

- You are an enemy.
- I'm on your side.

- Why did you resign?
- You've been told.

- Tell me again.
- I know you!

- You're smart.
- In my mind...

In my mind, YOU're smart!

- Why did you resign?
- You see?

- Why did you resign?
- Know who you are? A fool.

- No, don't...
- Yes! An idiot!

- I'll kill you.
- I'll die.

You're dead.

- Let me out.
- Dead!

Kill me.

- Open it.
- OPEN IT!

OPEN THE DOOR!

Kill...

- Kill! Kill!
- Get up.

Kill me... lying down.

- Get up, you fool.
- Can't.

- In the war, you killed.
- Yeah.

- For fun!
- For peace.

- Do as I say.
- I do as I was told.

(Number Two) Twelve seconds to zero.
Stand by to release. All set?

Set.

- 1 1 , 1 0, 9, 8, 7, 6...
- 1 1 , 1 0, 9, 8, 7...

- Six? Six! Six! Six! Six! Six!
- Five. Five. Five. Five! Five!

Fiiiiiive!

- 3, 2, 1 ...
- 3, 2, 1 ...

Zero... Zero, zero, zero, go, go, go.

Overshot, you fool, wake up!
Turn around! Let them go.

- Stand by.
- Standing by.

Let go... now.

- Bombs gone.
- Good boy. Bull's-eye!

We're hit! Bale out! Bale out!

(Speaks German)

- (Speaks German)
- I do not wish to kill.

(Speaks German)

The aircraft was hit. I had to
BALE OUT over your territory.

If wasn't my fault!
I cannot help baling out!

(Speaks German)

I have to tell you nothing.

- (Speaks German)
- Zero... go!

- How dare you?
- GO! Go, go, go, go!

(Laughs) Zero... zero... go!

I'm a friend. Why did you resign?
I'm a friend.

- Eight, eight... six?
- Why?

- Six?
- Yeah, four.

- No...
- Two? One?

- Zero, go?
- No...

I'm hungry.

What would you like?

Supper.

You knew the only way to beat me
was to gain my respect?

- Correct.
- Then I would confide?

I hoped you'd trust me.

- This is a recognised method?
- Yes.

The patient must trust his doctor.

Sometimes they change places.

Essential in extreme cases.

- Also a risk...
- A grave risk.

...if the doctor has problems.
- I have!

That's why
it's known as Degree Absolute.

- It's you or me.
- Why don't you resign?

(Laughs) You're very good!

You're very good at it!

(Tuts)

(Sad organ)

- Play something cheerful.
- I'd like to know more.

You will, before we're through.

Join me.

- There we are.
- Straight?

1 00%.

No additions?

- My word of honour.
- Cheers.

Mind if I, er... look round?

Not at all! Let me show you round!

This delightful residence
is known as the embryo room.

In it... you can relive...
from the cradle... to the grave.

Seven ages of man -
William Shakespeare.

"Last scene of all,

That ends this
strange eventful history,

Is second childishness
and mere oblivion..."

"Sans eyes, sans teeth,
sans taste, sans everything."

There's no way out
until our time is up.

If we solve our problems,
that will be soon.

Take my word for it.

Naturally, I would.

Let me show you... to the door!

We are protected from intrusion.
No one can interrupt us.

Totally encased in finest steel.

Behold the clock!

FIVE MINUTES!

Set to open on a new phase
of our relationship...

That is, if we're still here.

- Are we likely to move?
- It's possible!

Somewhere nice?

- Built-in bars.
- Also self-contained.

Kitchen, bathroom, air conditioning,
food supplies for six months.

You could go anywhere in it.
It has a waste disposal unit.

- It moves?
- It's detachable.

- What's behind it?
- Steel, steel.

(Laughs madly)

- He thinks you're boss, now!
- I am.

I'm Number Two.
I'm the boss... Open the door.

- Number One is the boss.
- NO!

- Three minutes. You're scared.
- No!

- Take it.
- FOOL! (Kicks door)

Yes, a fool... not a rat.

- YOU're scared!
- Want me to come in?

- Keep out!
- Let you out?

- Stay...
- Want to come out?

- Keep out!
- You're mine.

- STOP HIM!
- Two minutes...

- Stop him!
- Two minutes.

- You're free.
- No, I'm Number Two.

- You are number nothing.
- I'm Number Two!

One minute, thirty-five seconds.

- Why did you resign?
- I didn't accept. Why did you?

You resigned.
You accepted before you resigned!

- I rejected... you!
- Why me?

- You're big.
- Not tall.

- Humpty dumpty...
- All the king's horses...

- All the king's MEN...
- Yes.

...couldn't put Humpty together again.

Who? What?
(Ticking)

One minute to go...

59 seconds...

- 58 seconds.
- I'm big!

57, 56, 55, 54, 53...

- You're for me.
- 52, 51 ...

50, 49, 48,

- Why?
- 47, 46...

- Why resign? Tell me!
- 45, 44...

- Trust me.
- 43, 42, 41 ...

- 40, 39, 38, 37...
- I'll tell.

- Still time!
- 36...

(Ticking)

- 35.
- Still time!

- Not too late!
- For me?

- For me!
- You snivel and grovel.

- I ask.
- You crawl.

- Yes.
- To ask?

Why?

Ask on.

Ask yourself!

- Why? Why?
- 1 5.

Please.

Don't say please.

- I say it!
- Don't.

Please, I plead!

- Nine.
- Too late.

- Eight.
- Seven.

- Six.
- Six...

- Die, six!
- Five... (Fast heartbeat)

- Die. Die!
- Four...

- Die. Die.
- Three...

- Die!
- Two...

- Die!
- One...

- Die! Die!
- The end...

(Heartbeat stops)

Congratulations.

We'll need the body for evidence.

What do you desire?

- Number One.
- I'll take you.

("Twinkle, Twinkle,
Little Star" plays)