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Yugoslavia.

Yugoslavia?

Yugoslavia, she says.

Now, why in the name of Trotsky do you want to go there, I said?

Only 146 quid. Well, you can double that, can't you?

Supposed to be all in, innit?

Then they charge you a quid for a cup of coffee, a couple of quid for a lager and

lime.

Still, I suppose they've got to make their money up somewhere.

That's right.

Cornwall, I said.

But it rains there, sheesh.

See, if it rains, you can always grab a bottle of warmth and watch the two

Ronnies, can't you?

I mean, who wants to watch the Lone Ranger in black and white with Tonto

speaking Yugoslavian? So where are you going, then?

What do you think?

Yugoslavia. Not one of those common market countries. Know the difference

between a cesspit and a water tank.

Stinks of sewerage. The old way from Kali to Kolkata.

How long you been sitting on your arse?

Just bloody sat down, haven't I?

How long's he been sitting there?

Not long.

I'm waiting for the paint in the other room to dry.

You can't hang wallpaper when the glass is wet, can you?

Anyway, it's lunchtime now, isn't it? That's only two. In all the years I've

known you, you've never had less than three excuses.

Like I said, make yourself useful and go and get us the beer.

Oh, well, give us a quid then, will you? Sure, sir.

But I'm right out.

Oh, well, boysy, give us a quid then, mate, will you?

Oh, you have a pound not in your pocket.

Oh, I don't.

Yes, you have a pound not in your pocket.

You calling me a liar or something?

Let's have a look.

Come on, boysy, search him! Come on, for Christ's sake, what are you doing? Get

off, fellas!

I'll tell you, I'm skinned. I haven't got a...

Well, who put

that in there?

One for you, boysy.

How did you know he had it?

I just knew.

Like I said, it's sensory, you know what I mean?

He's not dishonest, Brian, you know what I mean? But it's the kind of thing he

would do.

I like him. He's a good fellow.

He's going to you go for his, uh... What?

I don't know.

You going on holidays?

On the boat.

You has a boat? On the river.

You must come and have a beer one Sunday.

Did he go out to sea?

Like I said, on the river.

Last year, we went up the Grand Union, then clear across to Bristol.

So where he sleeps along the way? On the boat.

Sleeps for?

Oh, that's nice!

Hmm?

Tell me something.

What? This thing ever happened to you before?

No, not like that.

What do you mean, not like that?

What do you mean, not like that?

Well, I never see anything like an accident before.

I always see things.

When I was a little boy, there was a ghost living at my grandmother's.

An overseer from the days of slavery.

And he uses to carry about a black man's hand, chop off at the elbow.

And he does shake it like a stick, you know.

But sometimes years pass, I don't see anything at all, you know.

You never told me about this before.

I never.

I never thought it was important.

I mean, it's not all the time, you know.

Well, plenty of people can.

Well, sometimes.

I know what's going to happen.

Sometimes I know what's in somebody's head.

But it's a sometime thing. It's not constant.

It just comes when it comes.

Look, I'm not the only one.

My mother was like that too.

They say she's got a second sight.

I suppose I got it from her.

Look, it's not important.

Anybody coming?

No.

Oh. Mr. Fuller?

You has me at an advantage.

I'm awfully sorry to barge in like this. I ought to have telephone, but I...

Except we don't have any phone.

Who's that, Boise?

Oh, it's a gentleman.

His name is Smythe.

Oh, how do you do? Mr. Smythe.

I'm a friend of Dr. Van Tarragon.

The one who's in charge of your friend, Mr. O'Neil.

The one who was knocked down by the van.

Brian.

I'm with you.

He's all right, is he?

Yes, he's recovering nicely.

I am sorry to barge in like this, but I'm very interested in parapsychology.

ESP. It's a sort of hobby of mine.

A little more than a hobby, if the truth were known.

I don't know about that.

I mean, what can I do to help you?

I'd like to ask you a few questions, if I may.

Sit down.

Boise dinner's ready in five minutes.

Won't take very long.

Oh, Boise.

Yes, I'm sorry. Perhaps I should make an appointment for some other time, hmm?

Well, perhaps. Yes, another time.

Right, well, when would be convenient?

What about Sunday? Say, Sunday at ten o'clock, perhaps?

Yes, that's all right.

Sunday will be all right. I'm not going anywhere.

Good.

Settle then.

Mr. Fuller, would you just confirm the story that I had from Dr. van Terrigan?

That it did happen, that you were out of sight and hearing, and that you did feel

the impact of the van as it struck Mr. O'Neill.

Brian is all right, is he?

Oh, yes, he... Splendid. Fine.

Okay, Mr. Smythe, I'll see you on Sunday. Okay. Bye-bye. Bye.

Poisy, I don't know why you want to do that. Why didn't you tell the man to

mind his own business?

Look, he says he's an expert.

Perhaps he knows something.

Knows what?

He doesn't know any more than you do.

Look, you said yourself it wasn't important.

It comes and goes. It doesn't mean a thing.

Some people see ghosts, pictures fall off walls, all that kind of caper.

I don't disbelieve it, but even if it's true, it's not important.

Look, I feel like I cause it.

That it is my fault.

That it's I caused the van to strike him. That it's I hurt him. Oh, Boise.

No, look, if I can see it... Why can't I stop it? How could you?

I don't know.

But it's because somebody gets hurt. I can't be sure about it.

I must worry about it.

Carpet would be nice for the old people.

Warmer.

Easy on the feet when it's cold.

I've got slippers.

Even so.

Like I said, it's more practical.

Is it a clean?

The bladder of your average OAP is not what it used to be. The valve is not

watertight. Sometimes they get caught short between the bed and the door, know

what I mean? Frank?

Frank, where are you? Frank?

In here.

Hello, mate.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I like that. That's nice. That's coming on well, isn't it, eh?

How you been? No problems.

That's a big one.

Feels like it's lubricated with itching powder.

It's nice to see you.

When's it coming off? Soon.

Then it's going up for auction.

See? Finest collection of nurses' phone numbers in the disunited kingdom.

I just made some tea.

Don't bother about me.

Look at that. That's a beauty.

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

Yeah, well, I'll do that if you don't mind.

Here you are. Give us a deal, will you?

What's wrong with Boise all of a sudden? What's eating you?

Nothing. Just like to do these little jobs myself.

After all, I'm not an invalid, am I?

You're being churnish, that's what.

Why didn't you talk to him when he came to see you at the crock shop?

Like I said, he's worried about you as if you were his flaming brother.

Yeah, well, I won't talk to me father about that, will I?

Oh, and who hung the wallpaper in the hall then, eh, Frank?

Boise did.

Well, if it's my job you're after, you'll have to do better than that.

Eh?

Gaps all over the place.

Overlaps. Do you think the councillor passed that, eh, Frank?

We had to get on with it, didn't we?

It's not so bad.

Look, I does not want your job.

Then why did you do it?

Mr. Howry said have a go.

Why did you try and kill me?

Calm off. Have you been drinking?

I want a straight answer.

Why did you try and kill me?

He does think so, too. Yeah?

Didn't deny it, did he?

You put some black magic voodoo spell on me, didn't you, eh? You put some voodoo

on that pound and put it in my pocket, didn't you?

I never put it in your pocket.

It's my job you're after, isn't it?

Look, Frank, you and me have been together, what, now, ten, twelve years?

Then he comes along, but his cleanliness is next to goodliness.

Procrastination is the thief of time. Oh, yeah, and his evening classes.

Evening classes in paper hanging, evening classes in joining. There'll be

bloody evening classes in plumbing next, I warn you, Frank.

I never put it in your pocket.

Yeah, well, I'm not working with him anymore.

I'm not working with any bloody witch doctor.

It's either him or me.

Frank, look at me.

It's him or me.

Look, I put no spell on you. It's the God's truth.

Him or me, Frank.

Then it'll have to be you.

Boysie's a good worker.

Come off it.

First in, last out. Like I said, he's a good worker and you're lazy and you're

mean. You only get up off your arse when your pants are wearing thin.

He's a bloody menace, ain't you know it? It'll be your turn next, you know, I

warn you.

He's done you no harm.

Well, would you call that?

He's done you no harm to me neither.

Where are you going, Boysie?

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Just for a walk.

Don't fret, Mr. Harris.

It's best you talk this talk between the two of you.

Look, I post no spell on you.

You see, I has a...

When's

the cars coming home?

Oh, couple of weeks.

You can't see.

You sure you can't see?

No mirrors painted, lass?

No? Why should he want to cheat you?

Why should we waste time just to make a fool out of you? Oh, please.

Ready, boysy?

Right.

Man on a white horse.

Three circles.

Cross sticks, flowers, top and bottom.

I can't see.

I'm tired.

No, please.

You're averaging about 75%. It's marvellous, just marvellous.

I didn't see one.

Yes, I marked that.

Why are we doing this, Mr Smythe?

Because he's phenomenal. Because we must accumulate as much statistical evidence

as possible.

But the man is tired.

It's easy to dismiss historical evidence or mere anecdote. There's no denying...

Statistics. They'll say you made them up.

So they will. And that's why we must continue these experiments before a

series of impartial witnesses. You mean to exhibit him as a freak.

The child was born.

The mother died and gave the child no name.

His father, Cothbath, was.

They called him Cothbathson.

Are you ready, Mr. Smythe?

You said something.

I'm waiting, Mr. Smythe.

Who is Cuthbertson? I don't know. Ready?

Okay.

Four jars.

Man with two horses.

Two dogs barking.

Man upside down.

I'm tired.

No, please, just two or three more. The concentration care is very important.

Besides, there's something else, some interference.

Yep.

People at a picnic.

Man with wings.

Lady washing herself.

Five circles.

No, once more.

I was right.

Once more, please.

Lady washing herself.

Five circles.

Well, you're right now. No!

No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! What is it?

Get out! Go!

Just go away! If Boise wants to see you, he lets you know. Now get out! Go!

There's no harm in it. What are you getting out of it? The man isn't even

paying you any money.

I doesn't want to let him down. He's so interested.

Oh, you sweet ignorant fool.

A sacred idiot you are. You don't want him to be disappointed.

Why should you worry about him? Him and his cards and his Ouija board and all

that chat about finding some dead person. To use you as a radio set.

What are you laughing at?

At least it gets nowhere with your automatic writing business, because I

can't write. You should laugh. You're just turning yourself into guinea pigs,

that man.

Worse than that, into pet dog.

He's an educated man.

He's an expert.

You're the expert.

He's trying to learn from you.

He can't tell you anything you don't know.

But I know nothing.

What he's doing is not science, man.

It's just games. Games and tricks. What are you going to learn from that?

I don't know. I don't know.

Come on, Boise.

Wake up. What happened to you?

Look, man, if you're going to sleep, you might as well sleep in bed. Come.

I know who that is bound to be.

All right, Mr.

Smythe, I'm coming.

How did I know it was you?

Do you think I've got second sight as well? How is he? He's very well. He's

resting. I've been uneasy all day. I thought he was in trouble and needed me.

Needed you? He's in trouble because of you. And you're not going to see him

over my dead body.

Young lady, I don't think you're competent to make a decision. I don't

think you even understand the importance of... Where is he?

How are you?

Go.

Mind you buy it.

Go There

was

a time used to make love to me every night whatever happened to Boise the

bull You were going to get yourself a stable and charge fees remember that

There's a story in here about a man who's getting a divorce because his wife

shut up shop for five years Well, if that's grounds when you're married, it's

worse when you're not You didn't even talk about marriage You just said could

move in because it was too much trouble for you to get up and go home every

morning

Seriously

Boise

I still love you, and I want to know what's happening.

I'm not asking about the time I found you lying on the floor. I promise I

won't, and that's your business.

But I want to know what's happening about us.

Oh, God.

Harris is the name.

Boys, he used to work for me. Is he at home?

Ask him.

Boise? Are you at home?

Oh, come in, Mr Harris. Come in.

Sunday morning you are.

You are usually on the boat.

Maybe later.

Just thought I'd stop by, see how you were getting on. Know what I mean?

This is Gloria.

Please.

Cup of coffee, Mr Harris?

I wouldn't say no. That's very kind.

Well, how's it going?

You working?

Got yourself a better job?

No, I'm not working.

He's not working. He's not looking for work. He won't even sign on. He doesn't

leave the flat, Mr. Harris. He hasn't even been as far as the street for a

month.

Times are hard, but at least he can sign on.

But the government can't pay for the things of the spirit.

But I can. You thought about that?

Oh, you love me.

The old-age pensioner's place, we finished that.

We're on to something else now, converting a shop.

The man's in hurry, know what I mean, and it's just Brian and me.

Will you come back?

Like I said, it was Brian's idea, if the truth be known.

He's a decent fellow, Brian, know what I mean, but he gets things in his head.

He said to me, tell Boise I'm sorry, tell him I was wrong.

Like I said, he would have come along himself, only he had a bit of trouble at

home, know what I mean?

You is a good man, and he is a good man.

I see goodness around you shining.

You'll come back to work, then?

No, I can't come back.

If you won't go back to work, you can't stay here. You understand that? You

can't stay here.

I'm talking to Mr. Harris. You're going to have to talk to me.

Well, then, I'll just run along.

Thanks for the coffee.

Give it a think.

You can just phone me. You have the number.

Thanks for the coffee.

That's it.

I mean it. You have to go. I want to stay.

What do you want me to say now? You want to stay here and sponge off me. You

won't go to work. You won't even love work. I need you.

As a mother? As a friend.

Friends are as common as kippers. I want a mother.

As to that, yes, I still love you.

But I can't do that thing anymore. I want your company.

You don't even talk to me.

And your comfort.

But I can't do that thing anymore.

See, in my thoughts I see the river of life draining away and wasting.

It must not flow to the flesh.

But the mind must make a dam to preserve it, to preserve the water, to water the

fields of the spirit.

Man is strong, but the woman take away his strength.

It must have a strong spirit and a clean mind.

Now you're talking like Sunday school, Boise. From the time when your

grandmother used to cut your backside for shaking your tutu with the little

girls. Ah, so it must be. Not with me. You find yourself some old woman who

wants a son, Boise. You'll have to go.

Then I'll go.

If you stayed, what would you do?

What would you actually do?

Look, I has a gift.

It frightened me.

It's a burden.

But I must follow where the light leads.

Listen to me.

A gift is for giving to others.

You talk about a light.

But it's not leading you out. It's leading you into the darkness of your

own mind.

I don't know what to give.

Give me love.

No.

Boise, you're going out of your head.

All right, you can stay and I'll look after you. But on one condition, you

will have to see a doctor.

Do what? See a doctor.

What for?

So that he can help you back to work, back to living like an ordinary, normal

person. I am not ordinary.

I can see things a doctor cannot see.

Dreams and visions.

A doctor can't tell me anything.

You're mad.

You understand me? Mad.

If you don't believe me, I must go.

What's your price?

There's no charge.

If people want, put something in the bowl.

Oh, nice.

Nice racket.

And how long have you been pulling this one?

I does it six months now.

Good money?

I don't know. Money's not... Money's not everything, but we do have to eat, don't

we? And buy these things and pay rent to the circus.

Oh, good money.

Can I help you? Look, don't pull that one on me, mate.

I heard about your act.

Sounded like you.

So I thought I'd pop over and pass the time of day.

See how you were getting on.

Do you know what I mean, as Frank was saying?

Do you see anything in that thing?

From time to time.

Mostly I just does hand reading.

I touch and see.

And you know everything.

Show me yours.

Crafty.

It's all lies, isn't it?

You told me one day that I put a spell on you.

Had a broken leg, didn't I?

I was overwrought.

Come on, tell me the truth.

It's all cock, isn't it?

Tricks?

Yes and no.

If I makes this swing back and forth, back and forth in front of you, you goes

to sleep, right?

Now things like that work.

The ball now.

I looks into the ball.

I sees things in the ball.

It's magic.

It's not magic.

The ball is like when you hold a glass to the sun and gets a spot of fire.

It concentrates my thoughts, you see.

Now sometimes the thoughts is in my head.

Sometimes in your head.

Sometime from the past.

Sometime from the future.

But I see it all in the ball.

That's all lies, you know, as well as I do.

You're just doing it because it's easier than working for a living.

You're taking money for lies.

Taking money from the bereaved, the gullible old women, the miserable of the

earth. You're in it for the bloody money.

I has a gift.

And a gift is for giving. Giving to others.

You're not giving anything, man.

You're selling it.

You works for nothing? Well, no, of course I don't. But then I'm just a

builder. I don't pretend to be anything else.

I'm not a dreamer, a healer, a saint.

You hate me, Bran?

Of course I don't hate you. I'm very fond of you.

Didn't Frank tell you that a long time ago? I wanted you back.

It's because I'm fond of you that I hate to see you doing this.

Dressed up like a clown in this filthy place.

You've got to do something better than this, or you might as well be back

painting ceilings.

Nobody has to pay.

It's only when I helps them that gives me something.

You know in your heart of hearts it's just another way of making money.

Yes, I... I does hate the money.

You will hate the money. I've got to hate the money.

The minute you start loving it, you're a dead man.

I learned the lives of the saints on my mother's knee.

There isn't one of them worth a name that hasn't taken a vow of poverty.

And I'll tell you something else.

If you are what you say you are, the man with the power, if you have second

sight, this filthy stuff will kill you.

Can I sit near the fire?

I have no money.

You

stopping

in the village or just passing through?

Just passing.

Bill, give me a pint of bitter and something to eat.

Thank you kindly.

There you are.

Thank you kindly.

It's hard for the likes of you.

Did you ever work on a farm?

It does not work.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Well, enjoy it.

I suppose when you cut the sugar cane, you turn your nose up with a sugar beet.

Cheers.

He's daft.

They give you nothing.

No, I need nothing.

Why you come to the pub?

Because you were coming.

How you know?

I didn't know.

I know I went, you came, so... There must have been a reason.

What's in the books?

Words.

What is in your heart?

Fear.

Of me?

No.

Take these. They're soft and dry out very soon.

It's just over there. There's a patch of shaver, the most wonderful of mushrooms.

Yes, and some are easy.

Nettles, dandelions, boris, berries by the score.

Fennel, sorrel, tansy.

Salad burnets and winter roots.

Cooks and herbs.

I'm an old man and I have my complaints, but each one has its medicine.

Growing wild.

Why are you afraid?

There's a word for me. I'm a sensitive.

I've no skin.

I'm not I.

I'm a herring.

Or a bird.

As the shoal swims, as the flock turns, all their flesh is one.

Yes, others can shut their eyes, stuff their ears, bandage their hands.

But the self is safe inside the little skull.

In a crowd of men.

Well, I fear them all.

Why are you afraid?

What I fear is so horrible.

Such cruelty and anger, envy, guilt and

shame.

You know, in a... ..in a football match or in an underground,

I could die of screaming.

Jan...

I'm a leaf on a poisonous tree and all the other leaves are death to me.

All of them?

Ah, you have a sweet neck.

There is sweetness in everybody.

But I know what you mean.

I'm afraid to go back.

But I must go back.

Because a gift is forgiving.

I must live out the fear.

Learn to love.

Learn to bear the laughing and the beating and the shame.

The self.

The self being made by projection and interjection.

To have a self is to have emptiness.

And to be a self is to be at war.

To abolish war, therefore, is to abolish self.

War to end war is total war. To have no enemies or self.

And here, to give up boundaries is to give up the reality principle.

The reality principle, the light by which psychoanalysis is set... I does

not understand the words.

Talk to me in the silence.

Abolish sexuality, abolish property, abolish self.

You can't win against the English weather.

Aren't you cold?

Yes, I'm cold.

But not as bad as first.

I won't have to sit by anybody's fire anymore.

Death?

Death. Birth is the beginning.

There is no beginning.

Death is the end.

There is no end.

Resurrection is the life to come.

There is no life to come.

I am born now.

I am dead now.

I am resurrected now.

Come, old man.

I want to show you something.

There is a singing in this place.

Yes? I need the room.

Can't you read?

There is a room.

Don't shove a dog.

I don't know who you are or who you've been talking to, but if I had a room,

would I put a sign saying no vacancy?

There is a room, fourth floor back.

Who told you that?

Then they should have told you I don't rent that room.

There's a picture on the wall.

A photograph of four soldiers in an armored car, smiling.

That's my son's room.

I don't rent it.

I need to see it.

Please go away.

Are all coloreds in the rest of the house?

You can't let English people in anymore because you can't get them out.

Yes, this is all right.

He was killed in Belfast.

That's him, the one in the middle.

Let's take his things downstairs

Leave that

Well

you can carry it for me when I packed

it Who told you about this room?

What's your name?

I has no name

Where do you come from? Nowhere, I suppose.

And what do you do?

Nothing.

Well, everybody's entitled to their secrets and their privacy, and I'm not

one to snoop and pry.

But you have walked into my house without so much as a by your leave, and

laid claim to what's near and dear to me.

So I'd like a name for you.

Lady, look at me.

It does not need those glasses anymore.

I know.

I know your name.

Leave me.

You won't see nobody.

Please, go away.

Only the tea, Mrs Bird, thank you. Are you sure?

Are you sure you're not just a little hungry?

You have to keep up your strength.

They called our Lord a glutton and a wine-bibber so there can't be any harm

in it.

Only the tea, Mrs. Bell. Thank you. It's a shame. It's gonna waste.

Tonight I will have some rice and peas.

You can cook it with coconut milk and some thyme but without the fat of any

animal. Yes, I know.

Because I promised I haven't spoken to a soul, not a word.

But I wish you'd see Mrs Keats from next door.

Her arthritis is ever so painful.

And Mrs Hampton's little boy has this terrible rash down the side of his face.

Tell them to go to the health.

They does know what they can and can't do.

I does not know.

And my power is not mine.

Well, they've been to doctors.

You're their only hope.

I'm not ready yet.

All in your own good time. I understand that.

But you will go out and heal the people.

There's such a need.

You gave me back my sight when I hardly needed it.

But ever since my boy was killed, I've been making the darkness welcome.

Why did he die?

He had no hatred of the men that killed him. He didn't even know them.

Why do the hungry die when there's food?

And why do the rich go mad?

Why do children put poison in their veins?

And why are the old afraid?

There's a need for something quiet in the hearts of men.

There's a need for God.

I wrestle all night with the devil.

He's gone.

Yes.

Don't worry.

We'll clear it out.

I'll leave him the room bare.

Yes.

Bring me some water.

You're Mrs. Bath?

Yes. May I come in and speak to you for a minute? There are no rooms.

I don't want a room.

You want to see him.

So he is here, Boise. I don't know that name. His name is Boise.

Boise.

Gloria.

So you found your woman who wanted a son.

And she find me.

That is my boy? I couldn't tell you when you left I was pregnant.

I'm going to marry another man.

Good, good.

Is that all?

I give you blessing.

Be happy, Gloria.

Be happy.

I must give my life to others.

Light is good.

Darkness and light is one.

Rest and peace is in darkness, which is the mother of light.

Every day is born out of the womb of night, and every day returns to its

mother.

There is no God.

There is no devil.

God and the devil are the same.

There is no mind.

There is no body.

Mind and body is the same.

No black magic or white magic.

All the world is magical.

I am born in darkness.

The seed grow in darkness.

The heart beat in darkness.

I sees the light and the dark.

I sees the great ocean of darkness.

And it is full of joy, the dark waters, the dark mountains under the moon.

And the moon and stars sing for joy in the

great darkness of space.

Good luck to you mate.