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It's a long way from anywhere you've ever been before.

Got to get your act together.

We're not sure.

We're not.

And it came to pass that Satan took wing and flew into the barren lands

and delighted there.

And the people welcomed him, not knowing him for what he was, for he was fair to

look upon, affluent of speech, and brought with him massive research

cost plus financial facilitation, and the seeds of sin and death.

My dear fellow, how are you?

Fine, fine.

I forgot you were here.

You look a bit peaky.

Troubled sleep?

An easy life ahead that wears the crown.

No, I'm great.

Just the normal panic, terror and loneliness.

I'm raring to go, really.

Look, Jock, you really can't go on sleeping here.

Think nothing of it.

Old Jock laughs at a little discomfort.

No, Stephen, I am perfectly content.

No, that wasn't what I meant. So, you are sick at heart.

Panic, terror, loneliness, eh?

Yearning tragically for your lost love. Well, of course you are.

You must invent yourself a new one to love.

What do you mean?

It's all invention, Stephen. We live in illusion.

Love is a great imaginative act. We need to love, so we invent the lovable

person.

We fuse the monstrous dream of our longing with the perishable clay of some

wee lassie who happens along at the right time.

Am I not right?

No, it's not like that at all.

Ah, well.

It's a while since the McCannon Lions thundered out their imperious demands.

Perhaps things are different now.

Stephen, I feel a chill in the air.

This morning, the Prince of Darkness officially assumes his throne. Will you

attending the inaugural address?

I thought I would. Well, naturally, ahead of the practice.

But be careful, Stephen.

Jack Daniels, a fitting name for the Great Tempter.

His taste is sweet, but when we drink, we die.

Forty quid for hockey sticks, though, Daphne. A beggar's belief.

And why hockey?

Hockey's a game for fat girls and chaps in turbans, isn't it?

I'm seriously thinking of taking the boys away from that place. Let them take

their chance in Bass Street along with the rest of them. If you do that, my

darling, I shall quite simply leave you. Oh, right.

Hockey sticks. Fine.

Practice collapsing about me. Old fart, totally senile. Dyke won't see male

patients. Fine.

Oh, and Dickie Dado generously informed me I'm not to be done for negligence.

But he wants to bring in a shrink to have a look at our professional

relationships. That's about the level of his thinking.

Facilities we've got now, we could go private and clean up.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to carry that shower any longer.

It's not in my nature, Daphne, but I'm going to start looking out for number

one.

Robert? Yes, my darling?

You always said I was your number one.

Well, of course you are, my darling.

We haven't had Nookie since a week last Wednesday.

Really? Long as that.

Right.

Serious Nookie on the agenda tonight.

And Daphne?

Yes, my darling?

You take the BMW today.

I'll take the Fiat.

Oh, Robert!

be blind as a bat. Buddy, you drove into my car, you maniac.

It's buzzard, isn't it?

I'll be in touch.

I'll be in touch.

Good God, he's done a runner.

It's no use, Platt. I know you.

You can run, but you can't hide from Robert Buzzard.

No man is an island entire of itself.

Every one of us here today is part of the same endeavor, the same dream.

Centuries ago, our forefathers, yours and mine, crossed the ocean to make a

world founded on Europe's knowledge, Europe's initiative.

Now I like to think we're bringing it all back home, where it began, where it

belongs.

Here is the new frontier.

I guess we've all heard a lot about the brain drain.

Well, in lowlands, we're reversing that drain.

We're going to make the stream flow our way now.

We're going to release and channel the well springs of creation.

And I'm not just talking about a trickle.

I am talking about a foaming torrent.

I know it's there, just waiting to be released.

Well, now we can let it flow.

The world, east and west, is going to look towards lowlands and they're going

say,

That's the way it should be.

I'm dedicating myself to that vision.

It's a humbling task, and I approach it with humility.

No man is an island.

All I can say to you is, here I am.

Let's get together and do it, okay?

I'm so sorry, Dr. Buzzard, but it's the professor of art history.

I've told him you've got a full list, but he won't see anyone else, he says.

I'll just tell him to make an appointment like anybody else, shall I?

Ah, plait.

Five minutes coming.

Oh.

Listen to this.

I quote from Gagliano in The Standard Work.

The seated figure invites our inspection with a tactile lusciousness.

The calm docility of a plump nectarine.

You hear what Galliano's saying?

He's saying women are like fruit.

That's what he's saying.

Okay. Next peanut.

Michael Angelo, the dying captive.

Does he look as if he's dying to you?

Come on.

Don't be scared.

He looks like he's just woken up.

Good. Fine.

Having a stretch, stroking his tits.

Nice little dick, eh?

Yes, I know, you're not allowed to talk like this about a male nude.

Guess what Galliano says about this one?

Slim and curvy, like a green banana?

No, no. Men can't be like food.

We feel the unmistakable presence of a divine power.

The soul triumphs.

over the corruptible flesh.

You see?

Men have souls. Women are fruit.

Okay. For Thursday, just take those two images.

Read up all you can about them. Note the way the experts talk about them, the

fruit, theology, all that.

Then, try to find some other ways.

Ways that work for you. All right?

But, Dr. Grotowska?

Yes, Sarah?

We haven't done anything like this before.

Thinking for yourself, you mean?

Don't be scared of it.

It's what you're here for.

Hi.

You explain the grade you put on this.

Epsilon.

Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon.

But that's a fail.

Sorry. The work was not original.

You're accusing me of plagiarism.

Let's say it was a very long quotation and you just forget the quote marks.

Why copy out of books? You don't find it boring?

I want this marked by someone else.

Well, well.

Anxiety attacks and bladder spasm, eh?

No wonder you fled from the scene of the crime. How old are you, 55?

52. Well, there you are.

It's like the shock absorbers in an old banger, you see.

70 ,000 miles or so, leaking like a sponge.

Well, it's back to the nappies and the plastic pants for you, Professor Platt.

Proceed to mother care. Do not pass go.

Are you telling me that there's nothing you can do?

Not much, buddy.

Not on the NHS, that is. Of course, if you were to consult me privately, I

prescribe you an excellent new Swiss urinary antispasmodic.

Not available for general release yet. That should sort you out in no time.

As it is, Dr Buzzard, I'm not a wealthy man.

Fine, suit yourself.

But in the circumstances... A very wise decision.

I'm not going to sting you, you know. I should think what you put away from last

month's conference expenses would cover it, eh?

You're going to be fine, buddy. Don't worry about a thing.

I'm looking after you now. Yes, now about the car.

Don't apologise, buddy.

It's not a question of apologising, Dr Buzzard. Absolutely not your fault.

Mansell himself couldn't cope with bladder spasm. Now, you'll want to get

started straight away, and fortunately, I think I have... Ah, yes, here we are.

This is the antispasmodic. Four of these a day, you'll notice the difference by

tomorrow morning. And the beauty of these little chaps is, not only do they

the old trouser -snaker, they make you feel good as well.

Yes, I can see you're anxious to be off. I want to see you again in a week.

You'll feel a new man by then. But if there's anything at all between now and

then, well, I'm at your convenience.

Oh, Lord.

It's a nice space.

It's a beautiful space, Jack.

I guess computer studies deserves a space like this.

Charlie?

Mrs. Daniels?

This is going to be an art gallery.

You think I came along to talk about a comfort station for computers?

Julie, honey, you're going to have an art gallery, but I guess it might take a

little while. We don't have the funding right now.

Seven million from the Fertile Bomb Foundation?

Mrs. Daniels, the Fertile Bomb money has a laser tag on it.

We tried every which way to tap it, but I guess the juice just wouldn't run.

Yeah, that's right, Julie. It's real frustrating.

You bring me 6 ,000 miles to attack a roach -infested pissant swamp,

and now you're telling me I can't have an art gallery? Julie, honey, there are

no roaches. Those are ladybugs.

Now, Lowlands was a great place once, and we're going to make it great again.

Sure, we'll get the funding, but it might take a year or two.

Jack, in Fort Worth, Texas, even the sewage disposal plant has its own art

gallery.

I want an art gallery, honey.

I want it now.

Ah, even in this world of woe and duty, there are compensations.

Perhaps I shall not kill myself today.

Don't take any notice of him.

Oh, that's a nice cardigan. Thank you. Where did you get it? Lima, Peru.

Ah.

Oh, please take it.

As a present.

Oh, no, I couldn't. No, no, no, no. I want you to have it.

It's all right. I have 17 like this.

17?

Oh, well, if you're sure, thanks very much. It's lovely.

Ladies, if I might interpose... I only have to be here so it doesn't go banjax

with desire and try to jumpy, you see.

That's good.

Sounds to be a fine thing, eh?

Morgan.

Come over here, please, Miss Marivalas.

Maravillas. But you can call me Carla, please.

Thank you.

Carla, my dear, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.

I may say I have rarely seen such a healthy body.

No little tiny thing not quite right?

Not the tiniest.

Oh, I was afraid of this.

What's the matter, Carla?

Let me guess.

You sense the terrible creeping paralysis of evil that infects the

it in those exquisite, finely tuned young nerves, and experience it as

That's it, isn't it?

No.

Oh, dear, I am ashamed to say it. Oh, have no shame with me. I have plunged

wallowed in the deepest abysses of shame and am unshockable.

It's just that after two years of skies, suddenly they make me work hard,

reading, writing every night.

I'm too lazy for this. I want a holiday, lie on the beach two weeks, Copacabana

maybe.

But I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings.

So I think maybe I get myself a medical certificate.

My dear young lady.

What an eminently sensible plan.

Nervous debility should cover it.

I wish I could afford to join you, my dear.

A personal physician and chaperone? My father would be happy to pay your

expenses.

No, my dear, I am deeply touched, but I feel my duty is to stay and be stunned,

stay and be humiliated, stay and bear witness.

I hope you have a lovely time, Mr... Maravilla.

OK.

What is it?

It's not AIDS, is it? I mean, if it is, I want to know.

I can't take it.

I think.

Come over here, Mark.

I'm going to be absolutely straight with you.

I can't find anything organically wrong at all.

Oh, God.

Now, we'll do some blood just to set your mind at rest, but I don't see how

could possibly have AIDS.

One steady girlfriend, both virgins when you started, you simply don't have the

track record for it.

I really am losing weight. I just don't fancy food at all. I wake up in the

night sweating.

Well, I don't think you need to worry about that at the moment. You're not

exactly fading away, are you?

You just think I'm wasting your time, don't you? You just think I'm some fat

fool who's no use to anyone.

No, I don't think you're wasting my time. You've got a cluster of stress

symptoms.

Now, I know what that feels like.

I guess you're in a panic about something.

You're in your final year, aren't you? Yes.

Yes, you're right. It's just that... I mean, art history's supposed to be a

doddle, right? And it was a doddle for two years, and I was getting A's for

everything, and now I've got this new tutor and I'm getting C's, and it's like

I've got to get my brain into a new gear, and I just can't do it. I mean,

not like the rest of them. It's just like finishing school for them, but I've

really got to get a good degree, and the way things are going, I just don't

think I've got a snowball's chance in hell of it.

Boring, boring. Shut up, Mark.

You think that's where the pain's coming from?

Don't you?

Well, what am I going to do about it?

Couldn't you try talking to your tutor?

Yes, you're right. That's what I'll do.

She's ever so fierce, though.

I came to you because I thought you'd understand.

Why me in particular, Sarah?

Well, everyone says you're gay.

Do they?

And on that basis, you thought I'd advise you about how to seduce a member

staff? No.

Just talk about it.

Look, I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

No, I do understand.

And I will talk about it.

But I doubt if you'll like what I'm going to say.

Most staff student affairs, as you know, involve male staff abusing their power

over women students.

But any sexual relationship between a lecturer and a student means that a

professional and power relationship is being abused.

You do see that, don't you, Sarah?

Yes. I suppose so.

Oh, it's not fair.

I mean, it's because she's teaching me. I... She makes the whole thing come

alive. I've never met anyone like that before.

It's as if I've just been pissing about till now.

And I can tell she likes me.

It's off limits, Farrah.

You're going to have to be very brave and get it in perspective.

Believe me, I do understand what you're feeling at the moment.

Do you?

How could you?

When's the shrink coming?

I tentatively arranged it for Thursday the 16th, 6 .30, after evening surgery.

Hope that'll suit everyone.

A male psychiatrist, I suppose.

Well, yes, he is.

And he's going to analyse our personal interactions within the team.

That's right.

I think we'll find it illuminating.

I'm sure we will. Tell me, who have we got to, Pops or Eels?

It wouldn't be Mervyn Lillicrap from the Crisis Centre.

Well, yes, it is, actually, Jock.

Ah, Lillicrap.

There'll be tears before bedtime.

I look forward to it, Stephen, with keen anticipation.

Well, good.

Anything else?

What is the matter with the art history department?

They're a total waste of space.

Next question.

No, hasn't anybody noticed? It's only a little department.

We must have had a dozen of them here in the last week. They are falling apart

at the seams.

Yes, thanks, Maureen. We'll look at the cases and see if there's a pattern.

Well, there's no need for that. It's obvious, isn't it?

They're getting the chop.

Down to the job centre along with the philosophers and not before time.

Okay, art history.

How does it look?

Euthanasia territory.

I'm sure he's trying. Foreign students on full fees, British students from

wealthy families.

Not too bright, most of them.

So he gets the odd little endowment, but our academic standard's lousy.

We don't show him the top 40. What about the research profile?

I thought the guy was supposed to be a distinguished scholar.

Oh, yeah, I guess he was.

Hasn't done much in the last ten years, though.

He has himself a nice time. Gets his teaching done by junior staff and part

-timers for peanuts so he can go out swanning around palazzos in Florence and

Vienna.

I guess we're an asshole county on this one, Jack.

Okay,

Elaine, have him come in.

You know, I really wanted to put a piece of culture up front.

But maybe not this one, right?

Professor Platt.

It's really good of you to drop by.

It's Percy, right?

Pierce, Vice Chancellor.

Yeah?

I guess you want to met Charles Dusenberry. Helps out with finance.

How do you do?

Likewise. Great.

Let's talk, Purse.

Purse.

I want to tell you how much I personally appreciate the fine work you've done in

your years at Lowlands.

Thank you, Vice Chancellor.

I guess a place like this has done well to keep a distinguished scholar like you

all these years, Purse.

He must have turned down some real tempting offers.

But you know how it is.

A little department in the sticks isn't going to satisfy a guy like Purse. He

wants expansion.

We'd love to give it to him, but right now we just can't deliver.

So we don't have any hard feelings, Purse.

If you tell us you have to go, I guess we just have to let you.

I'm very flattered, Vice Chancellor, but I have no plans to leave.

I'm quite content to stay and make my contribution here at Lowlands.

Purse, we're trying to tell you we have a little problem here.

And what problem is that, Vice Chancellor?

I guess you know the Pretty Man report suggested closing down the department.

Oh, I do indeed, and I shan't waste your time by pointing out the gross

misconceptions underlying that report.

But I think you'll be interested to hear that I've just secured a very

significant endowment for the university.

Lord Beville is offering Lowlands a small but very distinguished collection

19th century paintings and drawings, conservatively valued at several million

pounds, together with a very substantial sum to purchase further major works by

major artists.

Now, Lord Beville's son happens to be a student of mine.

And with the department closed down, well, no doubt Richard would find a

in some other institution.

But so would the endowment.

Purse, you don't know how happy this makes me.

You know, Charlie and I have been fighting to save art history at

Hell, we've got research projects here that are going to ensure our

civilization's survival.

But I guess we're here to remind people what civilization is all about, too. You

know what I'm saying?

Oh, I do indeed, Vice Chancellor. First, I want you to go ahead fast on this

one. The Lowlands Collection.

People are going to come on pilgrimages to see it.

Now, this is just off the top of my head. We're talking serious money here.

I'd like Charlie along to hold your hand on the figures aspect when you go

shopping. That okay?

Of course.

And, uh, I think Julie would kind of like to go along for the ride.

Do you mind if I... Oh, sorry.

Oh, hi.

Look, how that... Come on, sit down. It's not a big deal.

How's things going?

The way my life goes, terrible disasters.

I have landed myself in a crap department.

My professor, what a jerk.

The big expert.

You know what he published last year?

Seven entries in a good hotel guide.

Nothing's going on in here at all.

And so lazy, I have to do all his teaching on top of mine.

Five hours today.

I think I am... What do you call the woman who does all the work?

I am the scrubber of the art history department.

Not right?

It's OK, I'll get the picture.

Good.

How do you find the students?

Nice people, I suppose, but they don't know anything.

No -one ever make them think before.

They hate to think, you know.

We've been seeing quite a lot of them at the medical centre lately.

Hey, what are you saying?

Am I making the meal? Is that it?

No, not at all.

The thing is, I think that's exactly what I'm doing.

Not very nice, eh?

You're exaggerating.

I guess you challenge the assumptions about a lot of things.

It's bound to be a bit of stress.

Things will work out. It's early in the year.

I should be like Platt. Do nothing all year, then set an easy exam and leak the

answers and questions.

Everyone happy. No one has to think. Everyone passes.

No work for the doctors.

Do you think I should do that?

No, I don't think you should do that.

I don't think you could do that.

Right.

Rude, nasty girl.

Well, so much for that.

Is that all you have for lunch?

Hey, listen, get it in your thick head I'm not anorexic.

Just don't, like, catch it.

What's catch it?

Like that.

Oh, catch it, right.

Don't swear at the table.

Hey, you want to see me eat?

You come around to my place, I cook you a meal, we get nice and drunk together,

and I tell you stories, OK?

It's awfully kind of you, but I don't think it's a very good idea.

What's the matter? You don't like to eat?

Yes, of course I do.

You have to rush home every night to your wife and baby?

No, no wife, no baby. So?

Well, you're my patient, for one thing.

Am I asking you to jump in my bed?

Do you think I want your body? No.

Do you think I'm an active person? No, all right. I accept. Thank you very

Well, don't do me any favors.

You sure turned around fast on our history, Jack.

Well, sometimes you have to shoot when you can't see.

It's okay.

Man delivered.

This is real serious money.

We're going to have an art gallery.

What's the matter, Charlie? Don't you like painting?

Sure, I like them.

It's this guy Platt.

Somehow I just had him figured as an asshole.

I guess I still do.

I kind of like old purse.

This campus needs a few guys in bow ties talking about truth and beauty.

It's a good feeling, you know? Like this is what civilization's all about?

Yeah, I guess that's the feeling.

The doctor calculated the casualties.

70 million brain cells, perhaps.

And the liver like an old football.

Jock?

You're not busy?

Never too busy to see you, my lovely girl.

I've brought you a present, Jock.

A present?

For me?

I just wanted to...

Give you something. I hope it's the right sort.

My dear, any sort's the right sort.

Oh, this is one of my especial friends.

Rose, I don't know what to say.

Eh, you're quite well, are you, Rose?

Jock, I feel terribly torn.

I want Stephen to succeed as head of the practice, but I do feel that...

Bringing in an outside psychotherapist is a mistake.

You do?

And so hurtful to you.

Ah, well.

In the past, when there were problems, it was always you we came to. Was it?

Well, perhaps it was.

But an old man must learn to humble himself.

And on mature reflection, Mervyn Lillicrat might be the very man to unite

team.

You're so brave, Jock.

I'm just awfully frightened that this session will...

Well, uncover emotional conflicts that none of us can deal with.

And I just feel particularly vulnerable at the moment.

That must be a novel sensation for you.

Yes, it is.

Jock, I think I've fallen in love.

Dr. Rosemary, I am an old man.

I am deeply honoured, of course, and deeply touched.

But I'm sure you'd find it more rewarding if you were to bestow the gift

lovely self on someone who could still cut the mustard.

Jock, please, I don't think you quite understand. No, no, my dear, not another

word. This is an illusion, a dream, it'll pass.

These are trying times.

We're all vulnerable now, but we are professionals, my dear. We must remember

that. Jock! You're sick to this state with me.

Dr. Grutowska. Hello.

I was wondering if you can cope with my M .A. group on Thursday afternoon.

I cope with everything else. Why not?

Let them all come.

I wouldn't ask, of course, but it's unavoidable.

I have important business in London.

For the new gallery?

Yes, as a matter of fact, it is.

Who are you seeing?

Well, it's strictly confidential, but Lieberman and Flett have come up with

exquisite brux.

You're buying brat from Silverman? What's he got?

It's confidential, I'm afraid.

Dr. Dobson... I bet.

I've taken liberty of raising the grade on Richard Bevel's essay.

He came to see me about it.

You raised it? What to?

Beta minus, I believe.

It was plagiarized. He copied it out of Gumby. The work was somewhat derivative,

but sound enough, I tell you.

He needs very delicate handling.

He is a sensitive boy.

And his family have been very generous to the university, you know.

Yes, I can see how that would be sensitive.

Everywhere you look, sensitive students.

You know, in Warsaw there was one guy in my class, so sensitive, he had to get

an A for everything.

His papa was a district police chief.

Well... That would make anyone sensitive, I suppose.

Friendly with words, eh?

Say them often enough, they don't mean anything anymore.

Daviero.

Daviero. Ravishing liquidity, no?

Remarkable.

Do you know, I'm inclined to put them as late as 47.

Oh, excellent.

47, these two. This one, 48.

Karnovsky was in here yesterday.

He guessed 15 years wrong.

Well, it's easily done.

Karnovsky? Oh, well, he's not the man he was.

Tell me, Mr. Sieberman, why have they never been catalogued? Ah, you know

two summers in Jolipas?

Well, it seems he had a friend there.

Une petite amie. Ah, bien entendu.

The freshness of the tache, you see.

The vitality of a man in love, perhaps.

She died last year, you know.

I heard a whisper, I went down to see, and I was lucky.

You see, Mellon Baum has endorsed the province.

Ah.

Thank you.

Oh, please, madame.

Not so close with the cigarette.

You don't think the colors look kind of bright?

Yes, indeed they do. You know, most of us encounter the great painters first in

reproduction. So when we come face to face with the real thing, what a

revelation. Sunlight after a stuffy room.

Isn't that so, Professor?

Ah, davvero, davvero. The resonance of the ding and zine.

Sometimes quite startling.

Well... My daddy's got two bracks and a bank vault in Fort Worth, and they sure

as shit don't look like these.

Oh, you don't like the paintings, Mrs. Venues?

Oh, sure.

They're a real party.

Well, I'm satisfied, Mr. Thielemann.

Mr. Dusenberry, I think we've reached the time for your area of expertise to

come into play.

I didn't think we had an arrangement tonight.

Well, I forgot. I'm sorry.

No, really, I don't think I... Look.

I don't know.

Midnight.

No, look, don't.

People. Problem.

Anyway, this was good work.

You're going to be fine.

And that's all you want from me, isn't it?

Good work.

Yeah.

Don't knock it.

There is not a lot of it about.

Oh, sorry. Hi, come in.

Sarah was just going.

How about that for eating?

Very impressive.

Looking's very good, too.

Basic bouting. Better than ketchup.

Thank you.

You're a nice man, I think.

Anyway, so I am 18, I am married, I am in Paris.

I'm Madame Dupont, just like a school book. And the whole deal is all about

passport. Then, what did this bastard do?

He only fell in love with me.

Well, it's not inconceivable.

He was a writer then, Antoine.

Bon copain.

In love, he was like a psychotic baby, crying, fighting, always wanting sex.

I hate sex, don't you?

No, I don't, actually.

You like it?

All this body stuff?

Well, I wouldn't say I'd had an awful lot of luck with it, but...

Yes, I do have a sort of sneaking nostalgia for it.

And, well, being in love.

I forgot to tell you, you have to be out of here 11 .30. That's all right?

Yes, of course.

So, your lover, she went off and left you.

Well, she was offered this... Yes, she did.

Best thing for her. Best thing for you. Yes, well, I might feel like that in

about 20 years.

You had good sex with her?

Yes, very good.

I don't see it.

I think people pretend.

All the mess, all the stains, all the confusion, diseases, cervical cancers,

AIDS now.

Blimey, who needs it?

Well, you're a doctor, you should know.

Um... Well, anyway.

Then I fell in love with this other guy.

He was really nice.

But we couldn't make it together.

I had to go into spas.

So embarrassing.

I don't know why.

Maybe because my husband used to rape me, do you think?

Rape you?

Listen, I'm sorry. This is a bit heavy for dinner conversations.

No, no, it's fine. Just not quite what I'm used to, that's all.

I wanted you to know some stuff.

I don't sleep with anybody now.

Well, sometimes I do sleep with people, but I don't have sex with anybody.

Yes, I see.

So, that's what I am like.

You want to take me on, you have to put up with it.

I didn't say I wanted to take you on.

No, but you do.

Okay, now you're going to have some pudding.

Funny.

Mostly I don't like fair -headed men.

They're cold and boring.

And you?

Maybe a little bit boring.

But not cold.

Well, thanks very much.

You're welcome.

Greta.

Why did you ask me around tonight?

You haven't enjoyed yourself?

Well, yes, I have.

I didn't really expect to.

Good.

Okay, that's it. Half eleven.

Oh, Lord, Harry.

Up you get. Where is the jacket?

Right, okay.

Look, you've fed up with me or something.

I told you half eleven. You said, all right, now it's half eleven. Okay?

Okay. I didn't realize you made it quite so precisely, that door.

Well, now you know. Say thanks for a nice meal.

Thanks for a nice meal.

Listen, don't be angry with me.

I'm sorry to push you out.

We'll work it out better next time.

Steven.

Oh, no.

I'm afraid Dr. Dacre's unavailable at present. Perhaps I can help you.

I am Dr.

Dacre, Jock. You're in my bed.

Good Lord, so I am.

My dear fellow, I'm frightfully sorry.

I thought you might not be back tonight. I thought you might have had a bit of

luck.

I'll turn out immediately.

No, it's all right. Stay there for now.

Oh, you're a very kind man, Stephen.

But really, Jock, this is really the last time.

I've got enough on my plate without running a doth house.

I fail to see what any of this has to do with headaches and dizziness.

Well, I could just tell you to lay off the old coat of your own, but it might

your eyes, you see, and nothing's too much trouble for my favourite patient.

Come on, then.

What's this one?

Well, it's an extremely boring pointillist pastiche a very long way

Bridget Riley.

That's all?

I mean, don't hold anything back.

You don't see any sort of shapes there?

Well, of course not.

Oh, blow me down.

How long have you been colourblind, buddy?

Oh, it's all right, you know.

Nothing to worry about.

You'll be quite safe with me.

That's the beauty of private practice.

Stephen? Oh, hello, Rose.

Were you thinking of going to the gallery opening this evening? Yes, I

would. Are you?

Don't be offended, Stephen.

I'm speaking as a friend.

But don't you think it would be better for everyone if you stopped pursuing

What?

Who? Oh, Stephen.

Deviousness doesn't suit you.

I'm talking about Greta Grotowska.

She's very young, very vulnerable. She's had some very bad times with men.

Of course you have to reassure yourself you can still function in a sexual

arena. But to force yourself on someone so fragile... I hadn't thought you were

that kind of man.

Oh, Rose, this is crazy.

That business with the medical was just a misunderstanding.

It's all over and done with. So why are you still pursuing her? I'm not!

I'm glad to hear you say that.

I hope I can believe you.

Perhaps I shall be able to help her after all.

Help her in what way?

To find her sexual identity.

Isn't that what all of us want?

Hi, Steve.

Good to see you.

What do you think? It's beautiful.

You must be very pleased with it. Yeah, I guess you made a statement here.

This is what we're putting up front.

This is the heart of it, Steve.

This is the real thing.

Ah, shit.

Excuse me, Steve.

Good evening, buddy.

Good evening.

Buzzards, the name.

Knew me now.

Saw the guide dog in the lobby, thought, hello, Platt's here.

Well, I've got to hand it to you, buddy.

I don't know how you do it. I don't find this very amusing. Just trying to cheer

you up a bit. Bad news from the Fiat garage, I'm afraid.

They've diagnosed severe internal injuries, massive trauma.

350 plus VAT.

It's a scandal, isn't it?

It's what you would expect.

Nice, safe face.

Nothing to make you pop your socks.

Lines. These are something else.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

Yes.

Very pretty.

I love girls.

Don't you think the color is maybe a little bit bright?

Hey, yeah, you know, that's just what I said.

But you and me, we don't know a deal as far.

It's all to do with that, what was it?

The throbbing power of the dangling or something.

Ask the jerk in the bow tie.

He'll tell you.

Everything okay?

You happy, Charlie?

Yeah, I guess so.

Everyone else seems to be.

I like to see Julie happy.

Hell, I like to see everybody happy.

How about friend Purse?

Well, he got us an art collection, Charlie.

I'd say he's giving us his best shot.

Maybe there isn't a whole lot left for him to do in Lowlands.

I figure that, yeah.

Wait till the rich kid graduates and let the asshole go.

Seems kind of a shame, you know.

Still.

I guess that's what civilization is all about.

So, having fun?

Well, no, not really.

You think I'm giving you a hard shoulder?

Hey, come here.

I've got to tell this to someone.

I know the guy who did those.

Braque? I thought he'd been dead for years.

He works in Paris.

I used to know him. He had a fight with my husband once.

Braque. It's his very best thing.

Are you telling me that fake?

Are you sure?

I've seen one of them before.

Tadeusz did them for a guy called Siebelman. The clever bastard.

I must phone him up and tell him. He loves to be in permanent collections.

Good God.

Big truth, eh? Look, though, what are you going to do about it?

What do you mean?

Well, shouldn't you tell Professor Platt of the VC?

Do you think they'll believe me?

I'm just a rude, naughty girl from Poland.

Anyway, Stephen, just look at them all.

So happy. They want to see Brax, so they...

See Bragg? They're not seeing Bragg. How can you say what they see?

You saw Bragg till two minutes ago. But look, if they're not genuine... Do you

think you know what's genuine?

You see what you want to see, like everybody else. But I don't know

about art. Art, people, whatever.

Do you think you know me?

I don't know.

I'd like to.

Well, not tonight, if that's what you're thinking.

No problem.

Okay, I'm coming.

Good night.

Dear

daughter,

I confess that I am old.

Age is unnecessary.

Well, who knows?

The sand bay flew again.

Hello, my lovely girl.

Jock, are you all right? What's the matter?

Nothing at all, me lass.

Jock has heard your inner cry.

I have come to take with you Rose.

Jock, it's not convenient.

Who is he, your father?

My dear, you speak better than you do.

I'm sure we'll all muck it together famously.

Has not come empty -handed.

Mutton biryani.

Yes, right.

Well, let me share with you a few of the reverberations I've been picking up. I

won't take up too much of the space.

Then I'd welcome your comments and we'll see how we go from there, right?

Yes, that sounds fine.

Well, there's clearly a classic Oedipal situation.

Oh, brilliant.

With the displacement of the father figure dead, but he won't lie down, if I

put it colloquially.

The almost pathological unease I sense from Stephen here in the leadership

well, that is something I can identify with.

What is more problematical is the pseudo -masochistic fantasy hovering around

Bob's relationship with both patients and colleagues.

Robert, you little bastard.

Particularly the erotic tension inherent in his interaction with Nurse Gagin.

You dirty -minded little git.

Maureen, he's using it as a metaphor.

Well, he can keep his metaphors to himself.

And the almost overpoweringly mingled, controlled hostility and

sexual attraction I'm picking up from Dr.

Rosemary. I'll stop there for a moment and open up.

Her space. I think these things work best if we allow ourselves to be quite

and uncensored.

Well, thank you very much, Mervyn.

Anyone?

How would you like a punch on the snout, Mervyn?

Pardon? No, actually, that's not quite what I want to do with you. If I could

-associate a moment. Don't want to take up anyone's face, but Mervyn here

reminds me of a snivelling little shit we had in junior dorm.

Jenkins, his name was. And what we did with Jenkins was hold him head down in

the box and pull the chain.

All right, Dr Lily Crap.

Fancy that, do you?

Do you realise you're confirming my tentative hypothesis? Yes. Is that just

Jenkins said before the waters closed over his greasy little head?

Well, I don't want to hog the discussion arose.

Well, I'd have found Mervyn's analysis much more convincing if he hadn't spent

the last half hour trying to look up my skirt.

I never.

Yes, you did.

I saw you.

You're just like a dirty -minded little boy you are with your nasty piggy little

eyes.

Morris. No, no, Stephen. Pre -intercourse is of the... Interchange is

essence. It's just that I'm not used to them.

They're down at the crisis centre. They're not so, um... Give me a moment.

Bradley and Piggy.

I have to speak as a fine Dr Lillicrap.

Yes, yes, of course.

Dr Lillicrap. Yes.

We all need help.

We are all poor, forked creatures.

Even psychiatrists.

A lot of people don't realize that.

Yes, yes.

There's a lot of pain there, isn't there?

Tell me, Mervyn, how does it feel?

Well, I can't pretend it's not a strain, Dr. McCaffrey. No.

How does it really feel?

Right now, Mervyn.

Terrible.

How does it feel deep down inside?

I...

Poor wee man.

We're here, Mervyn.

We're here to help.

I'm sorry I looked up your skirt.

All right, Mervyn. Just don't let it happen again.

That's all.

Mervyn?

Would you like someone to hug you, Mervyn?

Yes.

Who would you like to argue?

Bob! Oh, Lord, look here, have I got to?

I think perhaps you should, Bob. Oh, Lord!

Come on, then!

Oh!

Look here, if a word of this gets back to Daphne, I'm... You see, Stephen, in a

crisis we work very well as a team.

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