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We are the death of politics.

All the powers of the state...

...shall be delivered into the hands of the individual now.

You have only to free yourselves of the neocolonialism of the superego.

...vomit through tears...

A decent respect for the opinions of mankind...

The foundations of American society...

...declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We believe that respect for the law is the cornerstone of a free...

...that governments are instituted among men...

Acid in the throat, the chest...

Zero, that's where we're at- ...new government, laying its foundation...

Let's start from zero.

We must re-establish the principle...

...that people are accountable for what they do.

...here alive, trapped in carpet rooms...

That people are responsible for their crimes.

How can I be sent to hell with my skin and blood...

I'm sorry.

This may sound somewhat theatrical to you...

...but would you mind telling me where I can go for $58.75?

Fifty-eight, seventy-five?

Let's see now.

Would that be coach or Pullman?

Look at him, he's fat and everything.

Amazing.

Skin.

Shit.

Hey, motherfucker, you putting me on?

Catatonia.

You, catatonia.

Catatonia.

Catatonia, catatonia.

No, no, no. Wait, don't go.

Your mother's breast is like cold stone.

What do you want?

Almost there.

Almost where?

The institute. The Institute of Psychic Remobilization.

Some call it "The Farm."

Insanity, young Horner, is the state of the conscious mind...

...that has been flooded by the subconscious mind.

As in a dream, Horner. As in a dream.

In the case of insanity, the dream has become a nightmare.

I would say this to you, sir, keep an open mind.

I know...

I love. I love.

- What was that all about? - Doing his thing, boy.

- Each of them doing his thing. - I love. He loves. We love.

The categorical imperative, as formulated by the late great Immanuel Kant...

...can no longer obtain.

Watch it.

No, no, it is not real. Cause, perhaps, but no effect.

I love. He loves. We love.

Doing his own thing, Horner. Doing his own thing.

Love. Love. Love.

Love is the sweetest thing.

Love is the only thing.

I love to love.

He loves to love.

Who are these people?

They are the abandoned. Those who are considered hopeless.

Hopeless? Then why do you bother?

I have reason to believe that nothing is hopeless.

Love. Love.

But I'm not like these people, doctor.

Precisely, Jacob Horner. You are something else.

Mrs. Dockey. This is Jacob Horner, Mrs. Dockey.

He'll be staying with us awhile.

I wouldn't count on that, doctor.

I'll make a few things very clear, very quickly, Horner.

Have you ever heard a child cry for food?

A tiny child. One, perhaps two weeks old, a little more, little less.

The important thing being that when a child is hungry...

...and a child is hungry often at that age, why then it begins to cry due to pain.

And hunger of an infant is a very real pain indeed, Horner.

It is caused by the walls of the empty stomach touching each other...

...in the presence of the digestive gastric juices.

The result being, of course, that they begin to eat one another.

Now then, consider this:

When the pain... And I refer to the pain of one stomach wall eating the other.

When the pain begins, how soon is it relieved?

It's not the important thing, Horner.

How soon is the pain relieved?

Come, friend of mine. Pay me a visit.

Why do you nod like that?

- Like what? - Just now, you nodded, so.

I was simply acknowledging what you said before.

Acknowledging the fact of what I said, or merely the fact that I said it?

I have no reason to doubt you from either standpoint.

Are you afraid of offending me by not agreeing with what I said?

No, I agree with it. I see no reason to disagree with it.

Really?

What parts do you agree with? Which statements?

What interests you, Horner?

Well, I took my master's degree in English litera...

Ah, ah, ah. No biography, Jacob Horner.

No history.

What thing interests you?

You may get up from your chair, if you wish.

When these people are brought to me, Horner...

...they're in a certified state of catatonia.

Unable to feed themselves, they are fed through needles and tubes.

Eyes that stare without seeing...

...lips that move without speech, and ears that listen but hear not.

They lie very still, Horner, very still indeed...

...in a vegetable state of catatonia.

And I have entered the dream gradually... ...gently waking the dreamer.

Apparently, one of your patients isn't responding quite ideally.

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

I doubt that your opinion is qualified.

I think I know sadism when I see it.

You don't know nothing, baby.

One of the many things which work toward restoring mobility, Horner...

...is devotion to a certain figure or person.

A god, a doctor or other kind of administrator.

It keeps the allegiance from being divided. Very important.

Goes back all the way to the monolith.

There is no such thing as paralysis per se, Horner.

Paralysis can exist only in something.

In this case... ...in a certain Mr. Jacob Jack Horner.

If that really is your name.

Listen, maybe you don't know this, but you shouldn't do that...

Hit me, I mean.

...Because I'm a black belt... Brown... Judo. And I just might kill you.

You know, as a kind of simple dumbbell reflex.

Oh, we will see.

We will see. We see what happen.

Ah. Mrs. Dockey.

Mrs. Dockey will show you to your bed.

I'll speak with you again presently.

One, perhaps two, of the older male patients...

...might attempt familiarities with you during the night.

They participate in the new morality program.

They're on sexual therapy.

And I find it useful in their cases to suggest homosexual experiences...

...rather than heterosexual ones. But unless you're accustomed to that sort of thing...

...I wouldn't advise you to accept their advances.

I think you should keep your life as uncomplicated as possible...

...at least for a while.

Reject them gently and they go away.

Anxiety first, followed by drive.

Drive, drive, drive and hustle.

You wouldn't make much of a salesman, would you, Horner?

Well, do you really think I should be a...?

A salesman? A real salesman?

Discipline is what you require, Horner.

Informational therapy.

We must start with facts before we deal with the truth.

Facts.

Knowledge of the specific.

"Fish and game regulations.

In Arizona, fish resident license $3... ...plus $2 for trial..."

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...

- "One adult bull..." - ...creeps in this petty pace...

- Seals, sea lions, porpoise... - ...from day to day to the last syllable...

...of recorded time.

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

Life's but a walking shadow.

A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage...

...and then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot... ...full of sound and fury...

...signifying nothing.

I pledge allegiance... ...to the flag of the United States of America.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.

My rifle, without me, is useless.

Without my rifle, I am useless.

- Do you understand that people? - Yes, sir!

...and justice for all.

It is required of a man that he should share the passion and action of his time.

- I still have a dream. - We loved him as a brother.

It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

- Jack... - Rivers of blood.

Somebody down here suggested...

...that it was like putting a fox in the chicken house.

All men are created equal. MAN 7: And give me liberty or give me death.

And elsewhere, some of my friends said...

...it was like putting a chicken in a fox house.

And all those that made the supreme sacrifice.

The task... Nay, the obligation, is to recognize the dream of insanity...

...to enter the dream and to wake the dreamer.

Yes, Horner, it is the unconscious flooding the conscious mind.

What a temptation it is. We can all feel it.

The pressure against the floodgates of the conscious mind.

The temptation to throw open the gate and swim with the tide.

Good.

Very good.

Come along, Horner.

Well, Jacob, we've had certain facts...

...and now we have come to the moment of truth.

You must begin work of a more meaningful nature.

A job, a career.

You've taken a degree somewhere?

- Yes? - Arts and sciences.

Arts and sciences.

- That's everything. - Yes.

- Psychology? - Yes.

- Political science? - Yes.

Wait a minute.

- Zoology? - Yes.

Yes.

And philology?

Romance philology and cultural anthropology.

Later, in graduate school, I...

And cell-making?

And masturbation?

And cross-examination?

Sign-painting? Sodomy and Gomorrah?!

Are not these arts and sciences, baboon?

Baboon.

My masters was in English.

English what?! Colonial policy?! Common law?!

English literature!

Jacob Horner, you are a fool.

Yes.

But what reason could you find...

...for not seeking a job at the college here in Wicomico?

None. None at all.

Then it's settled, you shall teach.

You shall teach English grammar.

Yes. Well, you know, there's descriptive grammar...

...and then there's prescriptive grammar.

Prescriptive grammar. Tell them you will teach prescriptive grammar.

A rigid discipline, a body of laws, no description at all.

No optional situations, teach the rules.

Teach the truth about grammar.

But remember, Jacob, you must be objective.

You must not get involved.

You must not even think involvement.

Not yet.

Jacob Horner... ...you have found your thing.

Yes, sir.

But what was still continuing...

...was American officials reporting only sporadic clashes...

What the hell's going on here, coming in like this? Who are you?

- I saw your sign out front. - What now...?

You have any space?

I took this job to get away from creeps like you.

- I was just looking for a place to live. - Yeah, in the back. In the back.

You can have about 1200 square foot. Twelve hundred, that's 12.50 a month.

- How much? - Twelve fifty a month, you got that?

Yeah, I got that.

Okay. Once a month. I wanna see you once a month.

- All right. Here. - Stay out of sight. In the back.

I don't wanna see you till next month. Out of sight, right? Out of sight.

- Keep the change. - Get lost, creep.

Mr. Horner?

Yes.

Sorry I'm late. I had a delivery to make at Boy Scout HQ.

Really? How interesting.

One of cur committee members, Joe Morgan, hasn't arrived yet...

because of some mix-up down at the Scouts annual swim...

- ...and cookout. - Oh.

They'll be with you in a moment.

Why don't you sit down.

- Okay, send him in now. - Yes, sir.

They're ready for you now, Mr. Horner. You can go right in.

- Mr. Horner? - Yes.

I'm Herb Schott. How do you do? Won't you sit down?

- Thank you. - Good.

This is our Appointments Committee.

Miss Banning, Dr. Carter and Joe Morgan.

You can count on Miss Banning's support for your application, Mr. Horner...

...she needs fresh victims to whom to show her mustache-cup collection.

I have a simply marvelous collection, Mr. Horner.

I'd love for you to see it, but...

Oh, my, you don't have a mustache, do you?

I understand you're from Johns Hopkins, Mr. Horner.

Yes, I am.

How did you happen to get into the teaching profession?

Well, you know how it is, you just don't feel right doing anything else.

Fact is... I hate to use a cliché...

...but I've just found that other jobs, for me at least, aren't very satisfying.

You know, you take a boy...

...a bright young kid who's never been exposed to thinking...

...who's never had a chance to flex his muscles, so to speak...

...maybe he can't even speak good English, now, that's not his fault...

...it's not even his parents' fault, but there he is.

So you start him off. Parts of speech:

Subjects, verbs, nouns, modifiers, complements...

...and after a while, rhetoric.

You drill and you drill and you talk yourself blue in the face...

...and all the time you see that boy's mind groping and stumbling and bending...

...and just about the time you're ready to chuck the whole thing...

I know. One day, not a whit different from the rest... click, he's got it.

- Yeah. - Just like that, it's so simple.

And yet, that's what it's all about. That's what we live for, isn't it?

Yes.

You know, I sometimes compare it...

Well, I compare it to a man making a fire... ...out of flint and steel.

He strikes and strikes and strikes again and the tinder lies dead under his hand.

Then another strike, not a bit different from all the rest...

...and suddenly, there's your fire.

Yeah, that's very apt.

And what a rewarding moment it is when a student suddenly becomes ignited.

- Yeah. - Well, thank you very much, Mr. Horner.

We'll be in touch with you very soon. Perhaps tomorrow.

Thank you.

I'll show you out.

So were you making fun of me in there with that flint-and-steel crap?

- Making fun of you? - Yeah.

I don't know, Joe. It seemed like a pretty good thing to say at the time.

I may be wrong.

How'd you like to come to dinner tomorrow night?

- I'd like to. - I thought you went out on a limb...

...with that line of crap, but it looks like you know what you're doing.

- We'll find out soon. - I sure hope you get the job.

- If that's what you want. - Beats stealing.

See you tomorrow night? Grey house right up the street.

- Okay. - So be it, Jack Horner.

Hello.

Hello? Jacob Horner?

- Yes? - This is Rennie Morgan, Joe Morgan's wife.

Who?

I think Joe already asked you over for dinner tonight, didn't he?

I just called to make sure you were serious about it.

After your interview, you know, putting on the whole faculty like you did.

But you will come, won't you?

Hello?

Yeah, I'd love to but not tonight.

- Oh? - But I do appreciate your inviting me.

But why can't you come?

Well, I had sort of pla...

I'd...

I'd sort of planned...

...to go to Balto this afternoon to have a look around.

Are you sure you aren't just trying to get out of it?

Oh, God.

What? What did you say?

Say so if you are.

Don't be silly. it doesn't matter to us whether you come or not.

We have no commitments to each other.

Hi there.

What a marvelous coincidence.

Two English teachers.

Marvelous.

Chance meeting on the beach.

Very Noël Coward.

Private Lives or Brief Encounter?

You are in a hurry, aren't you?

Darling, let there be no horse crap between teachers of English.

Horse crap?

We're old enough not to be any sillier than we have to be.

By that you mean... ...that I'm too old to bother being silly about.

You probably think that a woman my age can't afford to be coy.

Let's not talk about it.

It doesn't make the least bit of difference to you...

...whether I'm bright or stupid or anything, does it?

Oh, come on.

I'm afraid we've fallen into melodrama.

No, Jake. Jake, wait. Don't go yet. I'm sorry, Jake.

I'm sorry I made you angry.

Peggy, get a hold of yourself.

Jacob.

Jacob.

Jacob.

Jacob Horner.

Jacob.

Jacob.

Jacob Horner.

Jacob.

You're wanted on the telephone.

Jacob.

Jacob Horner.

I know you're in there.

Jacob Horner.

Whoever you are.

Jacob Horner.

Jack Horner.

Jacob Jack Horner!

- Jacob Horner? - Jacob Horner.

- Jacob Horner. - Jacob Horner?

Jacob Horner. Jacob Jack Horner.

Jack Horner. Jacob.

Jacob. Jacob Horner.

Jacob.

Rennie Morgan.

They couldn't reach you. You got the job. Joe thought you'd wanna know.

Well, thank you very much. Is very good.

Why didn't you come to dinner when we asked?

I wasn't well.

Are you making fun of me?

Would it matter?

- Why are you so difficult? - I'm not difficult. I'm just curious.

Curious why you and your husband are so eager, if not downright anxious...

...to have me come over to your house for dinner tomorrow night.

It's very simple. Joe wants to get to know you better.

I guess he likes you.

Okay.

- Okay, what? - Okay, I'll come to dinner tomorrow night.

That's 7:00, right?

Five-thirty.

Five-thirty? I'll be there and you be there too.

E pluribus unum, Jacob Horner.

Jacob Horner. Jacob Horner.

Jacob Horner.

Jacob Horner Jacob Horner Sit down, Bryan.

In New Guinea, kids are swimming before they walk.

Rowing bamboo logs out in the ocean, very...

They bathe and put themselves to bed. The only thing I have to do is snap them up.

We don't push them, but we want them self-reliant.

Actually, though we demand a lot, we really don't give a damn.

Why do you say we don't give a damn?

Well, ultimately, it wouldn't matter one way or the other, would it?

Ultimately, nothing matters.

Well, immediately it matters.

That's all there is.

Well, why don't you just let them snap each other up in the back?

- That would solve it, wouldn't it? - That's an idea.

I've already snapped them.

Well, unsnap them.

Bryan, you snap Tim.

Thank you, Jack Horner.

- Okay, come on, off to bed. - Put dinner on.

We're just having cold cuts and salad. Nothing fancy. Sorry.

Oh, that's okay.

I'll get us a couple of beers.

I don't understand.

Well, Rennie, you know, I told you never to apologize.

I'm sorry.

Didn't I just tell you never to apologize?

I'm glad you told Rennie it didn't matter whether you were making fun of her or not.

She's too sensitive.

Too sensitive?

Then why did you slug her like that?

Well, Jake...

...if I slug Rennie, if I tell her that something she said is stupid...

...it's because I respect her.

And that means I don't make allowances for her.

We agreed when we married that we had to take each other seriously...

...respect each other, not make allowances for each other.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Once you decide that marriage is not an absolute...

...then you have to decide for yourself the conditions under which it is important.

- Okay? - Suits me.

- You agree or not? - Sure.

It does come directly from God.

Okay, Jake.

The most a man can ever expect is to be right from his point of view.

If marital fidelity is an absolute and Rennie committed adultery...

...then I'd probably walk out flat.

If I didn't shoot her, or shoot myself.

The state would be as justified in jailing me for shooting her...

...as I would be in shooting her for deceiving me, you see?

I'd be a fool if I expected the world to excuse my actions...

...simply because I can explain them clearly.

That's why I don't apologize for anything.

No sense in apologizing.

Ultimately, nothing is defensive.

That's why I slugged Rennie.

We were gonna have cold cuts and salad anyway.

We love cold cuts and salads.

Hey.

You like horseback riding, Jake?

I never tried it.

It's a lot of fun. You should try it with me sometime.

Yeah, I suppose it would be better to do that before I tried it with a horse.

Hey, that's an idea.

Teaching Jack Horner how to ride.

Rennie's folks have horses not far from here.

I never get a chance to go and she doesn't like to ride alone.

What do you think?

I think it's a swell idea.

Wanna hear something funny?

He can ride.

Jake Horner can ride quite well.

That's interesting.

It was surprising.

Well, it doesn't...?

- It doesn't take the edge off, does it? - No.

I mean, you were gonna teach him to ride.

As a matter of fact, I enjoyed it.

First time in years, I've ridden full out.

It's a pity God couldn't be here.

- Who? - God.

That's a silly thing to say.

I feel sorry for him, writing away at his book.

- You mean Joe. - Yeah.

Joe is silly.

He's the silliest goddamn thing I ever saw.

Joe's home.

Yeah. I'll bet he's in his study.

Hey, Rennie... ...wanna eavesdrop?

Come on, come on.

See the human animal in his natural habitat.

- That's disgusting. - What does that mean?

Real people don't behave any differently when they're alone.

Horse crap. Nobody's real. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Pig.

Straighten up there, Morgan. Straighten up.

Shoulders back.

To be, or not to be:

That is the question.

Oh.

And by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache...

...and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to...

To die, to sleep: Perchance to dream.

...'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.

Ay, there's the rub!

No.

Rennie?

Quiet.

- How are you these days, Horner? - Just fine, doctor. How's yourself?

- Have you begun teaching yet? - No. Start next week.

And who is this confident fellow you've recently met?

- One of the other teachers, is he? - None of your affair, sir.

Ain't you something.

You are ready for Mythotherapy.

Mythotherapy? What the hell is that?

Example.

He's quite harmless.

All bark and no bite, this one.

It's all right. Nobody's gonna take your food.

Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.

Hamlet could be told from Polonius' point of view and be called...

Lord Chamberlain of Denmark.

He didn't think he was a minor character in anything.

Hamlet was minor from Polonius' point of view.

Not only are we the heroes of our own life stories...

...we are the ones who conceive the stories...

...and assign to other people the role of minor characters.

This strategy of protecting the ego by myth making and role assigning...

...is called Mythotherapy.

Oh, Richard. Richard, my poor Richard.

Could be better, couldn't it, Richard?

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes. Aye, it could.

Well, let's do it again, then.

Let's put in a third "very" this time.

Yes, sir.

I am a very, very, very bad boy.

Under Mythotherapy...

...the patient may navigate his trip through the dream of insanity...

...by living out his fantasies, however extraordinary...

...in the protective condition of controlled reality.

Thus...

Oh, my God.

Approach the ballerina.

No.

Move, Horner.

Approach the ballerina. Look up at him and say:

"You seem to be having a jolly good time."

No.

I don't want to.

He wants you to.

He needs you to.

Move, Horner.

You seem to be having a jolly good time.

Me think the lady doth protest too much.

That... That is sick.

Precisely, Horner.

Come.

Now then, say something.

Move, act, take a role, Horner!

I can't think of one.

Damn you!

Hey, hey, hey!

What the hell do you think you're doing, you maniac?!

Yeah!

Up against the wall, mother... Holy moly.

And you had just better watch that stop... Hey, hey, hey!

I can make plenty of trouble for you if I wanted to! Hey, hey!

- Anything wrong? - Wrong?

This man is completely insane, that's what's wrong.

Just a little physical therapy for Mr. Paralysis here.

It's quite all right, Mrs. Dockey. Thank you.

Now then, shall we continue our little talk?

You were speaking in a manly way about making trouble.

Or have you had enough of the old crank today?

What would the police think of this so-called farm?

Suppose I sent them out here to investigate sexual therapy.

- Do you intend to send them? - Do you think I wouldn't?

- I have no idea. - Do you dare me to?

No, I do not.

I'm sure you're quite able to do it.

You've had enough today, Horner. Get out.

Perhaps your paralysis will strike again at 60 miles an hour on your way home.

You were paralyzed just then, you know.

Paralyzed? Are you crazy, you big baboon?

Baboon.

Baboon.

Baboon.

Baboon. I'm the big baboon.

I'm sorry, doctor. I won't lose my temper again.

What? It's exhilarating to lose one's temper in certain situations.

And as you can see for yourself, quite therapeutic.

If you ask me, we made considerable progress here today, Horner.

A bit of action.

Yes, action, Horner. Action.

- Action, but no involvement. - No, sir.

- Not yet. - Yes, sir.

- You're not quite ready for involvement. - Right, sir.

Now, since you are in college and since you know the alphabet...

...and since this is the first day of class...

...we will begin by seating ourselves alphabetically.

It should take about two minutes.

You may begin now.

Martini, here.

- Grace. - Finkle.

- What's your name? - Finkle.

So you're down at the front.

- What's your name? - Finkle. FINKLE.

There we are.

Hi, Rennie.

Joe's in Washington.

I know.

I just thought I'd stop by and ask you if you'd like to go out to a movie.

It's 9:30.

- I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed. - All right.

I feel a strange and marvelous sensation of guilt.

Morgan.

Morgan.

Cruel, stupid, arrogant.

Morgan. Ridiculous.

Horner.

What do I do now?

It's exactly here.

Twilight begins.

I didn't want to see you again, Jake.

Joe made me come up.

I told him everything, Jake.

I told him.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I told him how we made love... ...in minute detail.

I blamed everything on you.

Okay.

So why did Joe make you come up?

Punish you?

Punish us?

To do it again.

Well... Let's don't and say we did.

Jake, I don't know what to do.

The predicate complements of infinitives...

...of copulative verbs without expressed subjects...

...go into the nominative case.

Whereas predicate complements of infinitives...

...of copulative verbs with expressed subjects...

...go into the objective case.

Example...

Miss Gibson, do you mind?

There is a time and a place for everything.

I was thought to be he... ...but I thought John to be him.

Questions?

Mr. Finkle.

Which came first, the language or the grammar book?

What's on your mind?

Well, people talked before they wrote grammar books, right?

And all the books did was tell them how they were talking.

For instance, if my roommate was on the phone...

...I'd say to him, "Who are you talking to?"

I bet 99 percent of the people in the world would say, "Who are you talking to?"

Nobody's gonna say, "To whom were you just now talking?"

Sounds stupid, don't it?

I bet even you wouldn't say it, Mr. Horner.

Mr. Finkle... ...what is your point?

Yeah. Yeah, well, this is a democracy, right?

Okay. If nobody but a few profs ever say, "to whom"...

...then why should we all go on pretending we're all out of step with them?

Paths should be laid where people walk.

- Hey, Finkle? - Exactly.

Mr. Finkle... ...I suppose you eat your fried chicken with your fingers.

Oh, yeah. Sure I do, don't you?

And your bacon at breakfast, fingers or fork, Mr. Finkle?

Fingers.

Yeah, that's right. Fingers were here before forks...

...just like English was here before grammar books.

But not your fingers, Mr. Finkle, and not your English, God knows.

The point is if we were still savages...

...Mr. Finkle would be free to eat like a swine without breaking any rules...

...because there'd be no rules to break.

He could say, "It sounds stupid, don't it?" to his heart's content...

...without being recognized as an illiterate.

But once a set of rules is generally accepted as the norm...

...meaning the ideal, not the average...

...then one is free to break them only if one is willing to be regarded as a savage.

Or an illiterate.

Well... ...would you like a beer?

All right. You want one, Rennie?

No, thank you.

Rennie's pregnant.

Oh?

Congratulations.

- What's wrong? - We're not sure who to congratulate, Jake.

You don't think that I'm the father, do you?

You might be.

Rennie, are you sure you're pregnant?

Yes.

I'm sure.

- Well, that sort of complicates things now. - Why?

We're all the same distance from the gun.

All right, Joe. What do you suggest?

Well, it's not all my baby, Jake.

What do you suggest?

Well, I don't know, Joe. I don't know what you want to do.

I don't know if you want to have this baby or if you want to put it up for adoption.

Or what...

- I will pay for everything. I will... - You'll pay for everything?

Can you vomit for Rennie?

Can you share her labor pains?

No, I can't do that.

- Then take your share of the responsibility. - Joe, I want to, but how?

Tell us what you think we should do.

Give us your opinion.

But, Joe, I am on your side. I don't have an opinion.

If I told you I was gonna pull this trigger...

- ...would you have an opinion about that? - Go ahead, pull it.

Pull it, you son of a bitch.

What do you say, Rennie?

If I had this baby... ...I might grow to love it.

I want to get rid of it.

If I don't get rid of this baby... 'I do it.

I'll kill myself.

Rennie, I will find someone.

I'll find an abortionist, Joe. I will.

You better, Jake.

- Hello, Rennie? - Hello.

Rennie, I was afraid you shot yourself.

- No. - Promise me you won't do anything.

Why?

Because I love you.

Rennie doesn't wanna talk to you, Jake.

It was a stupid thing you just said.

- Tell her not to do anything. Not... - She doesn't take orders from me.

Rennie, did you intend to kill yourself today?

My friends in Baltimore know an abortionist...

...and they tell me that we can get some mercaltrate.

Horner says his friends know an abortionist.

He's going to call and see.

What?

Psychiatric deposition?

I see.

Thank you, Dr. Voldman.

Hello, Dr. Sutton, please. Dr. Victor Voldman calling.

Where you've been keeping yourself?

Hello, Ralph, how are you?

- Tiptop. How's tricks? - Oh, fine. How's yourself?

Couldn't be better.

Listen, Ralph, the reason I call, I want to ask a favor of you.

You name it, Vic.

Yes, well you see, a patient of mine, a Sally Clark, hell of a swell girl...

...and her husband, Bill, hell of a swell guy, in fact they're a wonderful couple...

...well, see, I'm afraid they have gotten themselves into a kind of a pickle.

- A pickle? - Yeah.

Well, she forgot to take her pill.

Oh, no.

But the thing is, Sally has suffered periods of acute manic-depressive despondency.

In fact, it has gotten to be so extreme that on a number of occasions...

...she has threatened to take her own life with a butcher knife on her wrists.

I would call that pretty manic-depressive, wouldn't you?

They may even be a little ahead of you, Dave.

- You're going for an abort on this one, right? - You called it, Ralph. That's it, an abort.

- I mean, we have to do it. - We'll set it up next week at the shop.

Get Sally and the hubby and bring her around to the hospi...

Ralph, I can't. The thing is I can't wait until next week.

I'm afraid she'll threaten herself again with the knife and kaput.

We must get that little biscuit right out of the oven.

Okay, I'll tell you what I'll do. You get Sally tomorrow at 10:00...

Yeah, that'll be fine. I'll have Ed Saunders there and...

- Who? - Well, you know Ed, staff psych.

- And he'll have to do... - What the...? I think my diagnosis is correct.

- Don't you think it's correct? - It's just a matter of legality...

- Come on. - It's not as if you're being...

What the hell...? Ralph. Now listen, we must do this immediately.

- This is a hospital. - It's not that difficult an operation, is it?

Come on, Vic, what the hell?

You want me to do it in my garage for christsakes?

- That would simplify things tremendously. - Come on, Vic.

You might have a very good idea.

- That might be something... - Wait a minute, who is this?

- I said, who is this? - What the hell do you mean who is this?

I mean, this isn't the Victor Voldman I know.

Jacob.

Jacob.

Jacob Horner.

Whoever you are.

I cautioned you to avoid complications.

- To avoid involvement. - Up against the wall.

You're undoing everything with all this conflict!

- What can I do? - Be quiet!

The girl's suicide will be... ...anti-therapeutic for you.

Even disastrous.

Now stop being coy.

You came here to ask me to abort the fetus.

Correct?

Well, it's all settled.

Who is he?

He doesn't wanna say.

I'll get ready.

Aren't you coming, Joe?

Come on, Jake.

Let's get it over with.

Horner, I want you to watch this.

No, I'll wait outside.

Responsibility, Horner, responsibility.

If you want this fetus aborted, you will watch it.

Let's first see if in point of fact she is pregnant.

Now, be still. There's no pain.

Curette.

Now, you must be quiet or you'll upset my patients.

- You gave her 75 milligrams? - Yes, doctor.

Sufficient.

Fasten the strap. You should have done that before.

Hold her legs.

Horner.

I'm sorry, Rennie.

Oh, Jesus, stop!

Hold her legs. She'll cut herself to pieces.

- Shut her up, Horner. - Rennie. Rennie. Rennie!

The curette is out.

Rennie. Rennie.

Let go of her legs and keep her quiet.

Stop!

We can't stop now.

Take your hand off her. She'll be quiet.

Oh, Jake. Oh, I'm afraid.

- Doctor, you sure it's too late to stop? - Quite sure.

Let him finish. I can't hold still.

We'll remedy that.

Just relax now.

Hold her legs up.

Horner.

I need you!

- Take the mask off. - Aspiration?

Blue.

Blue of aspiration.

Death by suffocation.

Death due to suffocation.

Foolish.

Foolish.

I told her explicitly not to eat anything before.

I told you explicitly.

Basic.

Elementary.

Fundamental.

Everything.

Obvious.

Let us go.

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