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All right, folks.Last stop. End of the line.
Grab your belongingsand head off the bus.
Thank you.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,
to the greatest carnivalin the world.
Spine-chilling attractions,fun for all ages.
Hurry! Hurry, hurry.
Behold,the beauties of the Orient,
reenacting forbidden dancesfor your education
and pleasure.
Games of chance,games of skill.
Molly, look whatI got for you. Chocolates.
You ready to go?You got the sandwiches?
One last chance towitness this supreme oddity.
I must ask you, however,to remember that this exhibit
is being presented solelyin the interest of science and education.
Where did it come from?Is it a beast or is it a man?
Come on in.Come on in and find out.
This creature has beenexamined by the foremost scientists
of both Europeand the Americas, and pronounced a man.
Unequivocally, a man.
He can go for weekswith neither food nor drink
and live entirelyon the atmosphere.
But you're in luckbecause tonight we're going to feed him one last time.
Peach.
There will be a slightadditional charge for this attraction,
but it's not a dollar,not 50 cent, but a quarter.
One fourth of a dollar,and you will see him feed.
Suckle on the blood
of reptiles and birds...
Like a babe feeding onits mother's milk.
Bite it! Come on!
No.
Come on.Fourth of a dollar.
25 cents. Pay up.
Step right up and get a prize!
Hey, mack.
You can't be back here.
You.
You're the cluckfrom the bus stop.
You followed me here,didn't ya?
Why?
What's your pitch, pal?
You on the level?You need work?
He's juspeddling applesauce.
Major. Major.Give me a minute.
All right,we got a storm coming through.
I gotta load out fast.I'm short a few guys.
It's hard work.
You get a dollar,you move on. No mooching around.
Savvy?
All right, fellas,on the count of three.
Ready?
One, two, three.
Let her down.
Take the post down!Take the post down!
Want I should help youcount it, Rockefeller?
It was a dollar
minus the tillfor the Geek Show.
That's right.I clocked you, cluck.
Hey! Hey!
I'll give you fivefor the radio.
Tell you what,we're joining another carnival
about 20 milesdown the road.
I'll give you the five,plus a nice hot meal when we get there.
Come on, fellas.I need help. Chop chop.
Hey, you.Radio Flyer, come here.
The Geek, he got loose.
If you see him,don't take him on your own.
Let's get this fucker.
Look under the truck.
No, keep going.To the funhouse.
Hurry!
I'll let you in.
You go in there.
If you see him,push him through.
I'll meet youon the other side.
Hey, pal,everybody's looking for ya.
Well, I'm not gonna blowthe whistle. You didn't do nothing against me.
Why don't youcome on out?
Come on,I'm not gonna hurt you.
I am not like...
I'm not like this.
Easy.
Hey!
Hey, you'regonna kill him. Jesus, kid!
Aw, jeez, is he dead?
I don't need no shoofliesin here, Clem. Get him out of here.
In the back.
The cage in the back.
Hell.
Jesus.
Out, out! Go, go, go.
Back!
Back, back, back!
Step right up and behold,
one of the unexplainedmysteries of the universe.
Is he man or beast?
I'm not like this.
Folks will paygood money just to make themselves feel better.
Look down on this fucker,
grind somechicken gristle.
How's your head?Hmm.
Turn.
Oh.
You can find a mattressover there behind those jars.
You can sleepthere tonight.
Stay out of the rain.
Go on, go on,around the corner.
Would a steady job be ofinterest to you, young buck?
Folks here,
they don't make no never mindwho you are, or what you done.
Hey!
Yeah.
Mornin'.
You got a tub?
Certainly do.
Just arrived last night,so I thought...
Of course you did.
Well, it'll be a dimeto use it, and you get a cake of soap,
and, uh, hot water.
Leave the door open?
Sure. But put that dimeon the table.
Sorry to wake you, sugar.I'm just getting a soak.
I gotta gointo town anyway.
Morning.
And, uh, I'm going to seeabout getting some breakfast.
Now, sweetie, make sureit's breakfast, okay?
Promise Zeena you won't gointo some blind pig.
Are you familiarwith those cards?
Mm-hmm.
And, uh, tarot.
Very powerful stuff.
Well, maybe Zeenawill read your fortune, uh,
if you're lucky,
after your bath.
You could takeall your things off
and hang 'em overthe chair there, nice and neat.
I'll haveeggs a la Benedict, a croissant,
jus d'orange, cafe au lait,and, uh, ba-bum.
Au revoir, ma cherie.
Gonna be helpingClem out a bit.
Clem, huh?
Say, maybe you canhawk for me.
You know,work the audience.
We got a littlemind reading show.
What would I have to do?
Ah,ain't nothin' to it. Carny speak's like a song.
We sound Southernto Southerners and Western to Westerners.
You gota sweet little lilt.
Just gotta lean on it.Talk of the soil.
You drawl slow,but all the while, you're hustling fast.
Yeah, you canpeddle for me.
And on your down time,maybe Pete can show you a trick or two.
You're gonna do just fine,honey.
You got panache.
What is that?
Well,
you're easy on the eyes,honey.
Oh, you're trouble,ain't you, pup?
No, ma'am, I'm absolutelyno trouble at all.
Oh, yes, you are.
Yes, you are.You're a "maybe."
And "maybes"...
they're real bad for me.
Well, ain't you one.
I better go.Yeah.
Just try and get away,you dope.
Take over for me.My knees are shot to shit.
Always with the knees.
I am The Major!
The tiniest manon record,
master of the nami-jitsu,the secret technique from the Orient.
And $20 says I can beatany of you yahoos
in a wrestling match.
Don't be bashful, folks.
If there's any of youthat have a question for me,
Mr. Carlisle will nowbe collecting your cards and envelopes.
Make sure towrite your questions
and your name on a cardinside the envelope.
All right, don't lookat anybody else's.
Thank you.
Let's just all just mindour manners, and we'll stay out of trouble, now.
There are five senseswe all possess.
Miss Molly,you have a question for us? No.
All right. Well, you're notgonna get an answer then.
We all can hear, see,touch, smell, and taste.
However, I have beenblessed with a sixth one.
A natural connection,if you will, to the ether.
Thank you for the envelopes,Mr. Carlisle.
Choose your fate or the colorof your curtains...
Zeena's cooking upa good crowd out there, Pete.
You sauced? Come on, Pete.Oh...
Pete, Zeena's on.Oh?
I'll read the first card.
She gonna need it soon.
Okay, Abigail.Write it down.
Where's the chalk?Right here.
People always ask meif I have spirit aid.
Well, folks,the only spirits I control are the ones in this bottle.
The spirits of alcohol.
Worried about her mother.Gonna be looking soon.
And every card after that,you understand?
I know it, I know it.
The questions are nowin the ether.
I've never touched them.Never read them.
I don't need to, 'cause I getan impression right here.
There you go, Zeenee.
There's a woman
worried about her mother.
"Will mother get better?"
Pete's sauced.
I'll go.
Wait,I'm getting a letter.
Yes. It's an "A".
That's me.
Abigail?Is that your name, dear?
I'd say your motherhad a lot of hard work...
Molly.Which envelope is it, Pete?
It's... I don't know.This one?
I can't remember.
I'm sorry, Molly.
Now, I will attemptto read the next question.
I don't know which one it is.
Madam Zeena.
Tell me more.
Please.
Tell her, Madam Zeena.If you can.
You have a couple of brothers,or sisters, haven't you?
No, I don't, ma'am.
Only one sister.
My brother passed away.
Ah, yes.
But I see him.
That's what threw me.
Your brother is right herethis very minute.
His hand is on your shoulder.
Can you feel it?
Yes.
Yes, I feltsomething.
I felt his hand.
Oh, God! Harry!
Are you okay?
Oh, the poor woman,she wanted to know more.
Of course she did.
What did you tell her?Well, the truth.
We missed a cue
and I had to use a trickto ease the crowd.
It was just a trick.
It hurt.
Well, it's good.It's good that you did that.
Yeah, well,I gave her an amulet.
I'm sorryI missed the cue.
I don't know why you don'tkeep it going for her.
Never do a spook show.Oh.
No good comes outof a spook show.
Is it so badto give her hope?
It ain't hopeif it's a lie, Stan.
All right, well,what are those cards then?
Hmm? Tarot?
Well, honey,it ain't the same thing.
No, I even run 'em overfor myself. And Pete.
You always getsome kind of answer.
I bought those for youin Paris.
We stayed at the Ritz.
Ah. Held over four weeks.
Ah...
I wrote most ofthe word system on that tour.
That's wherewe perfected the act.
Didn't we, George?
Can you still do it?
Eh...
All right.
Stanton...
give Zeena an article.Any article.
Please concentrateon this object
I have in my hand,Professor.
What canyou tell me?
Wristwatch.
Leather band.
Brass, not gold.
Oh. Old and worn down.
Ah...
But it's full of meaning...
Ah, it wasn'tyours originally, was it?
You took it, or...
You stole it, didn't you?
Oh, I see an older man.
Oh, the boy hates him.
Oh, the boy would loveto be loved, but he hates that man...
Death.
Death and the wish of death.
He loved that watch.
That was his pride,my father.
Was it now?
No, no, no.
That's it. That's it.
That's it.
It's, uh...
It's all there.
Now, you see,
each word has a number,
and that number leads youto a different word.
Ba-bum!
Zeena feeds them to me.
"Please concentrateon the object I have in my hand, Professor."
"Please","an object", 21.
Emphasis on "concentrate"means that it is old and worn down.
Cheap.
Ba-bum.
But...
you gotta knowhow to read the mark.
How they moveand talk, dress.
People are desperateto tell you who they are.
Desperate to be seen.
Ain't that the truth?
Yeah, but how do you knowif you got 'em hooked?
Well, you pause.
That's right.
You take a moment.
"Would you excuse me, please?I need a glass of water."
Yeah, or you faint.
Weakened by the effort.
How'd you knowabout my father, though?
That's a stock reading.
It's a "Black Rainbow."
One size fits all.
Thrifty but generous,private but friendly,
and... and you,
you hated him but loved him.
Now, everybody's hadsome trouble.
Somebody they've hated.
Shadow from their past.
And usually for a boy,it's the old man.
Now, if the mark is older,
you say you had, uh,some present loss.
But younger?
It's the father.
There's always a father.
Well,
I will take this to Clem.
We had a good day today.
A great day.
Oh, my sweet Pete.
He breaks my heart.
No, no, no. No more beltingthe grape for you, Pete.
I promised Zeena.
Oh, Zeena'snot gonna know, Clem.
Just one bottle,that's all.
Okay. Last time.
Just go.
Bless you, Clem.Bless you.
These are my little angels.
Set it down here.That's his home.
Uh, no.
Face him the other way,he's shy.
Got to keep my beautiespickled fresh.
"Begotten by the same lustand threat that got us all walkin' on this earth,
"but gone wrong somehowin the maternal womb.
"Not fit for livin'."
Most of 'em dieright at childbirth, or even inside the mother.
Now, this oneis a rare one.
Enoch.
I named himon account of the Bible.
Little fucker killedhis mother right at childbirth.
Flopped around fora couple of days, brayin' like a calf.
Eye follows you aroundlike 'em portraits.
Red box, wood alcohol.
Good for picklin',bad for drinkin'.
Poison, real poison.
Blue box,
sweet sugarcane,double-cooked.
Christ almighty, throat's soreas a bull's ass in fly time.
Folks knowto come to me for it.
Half a plug a quart.
Never cop a quart.
You gotta make the tin cling,same as everybody else.
I never touch the stuff.
Ain't we virtuous?
Just say you understand.
I understand.What do you understand?
Never cop a quart.
That's right.
Toe the line,don't fuck with me.
That's the lesson.
Entrez.
Clem asked meto deliver this to you.
Six quarts of wood alcoholfor the show.
Oh, yeah,for the show.
That's a pity,isn't it?
You can justput 'em there.
Here you go.
Hey, Pete.
I'd love to learn anythingthat you'd wanna teach me.
Teach you?
I understandif you don't wanna
give away your secrets.
Uh, no. It's not that,my boy. It's, uh...
Well, it's just thatit's been some time
since anybody's asked meto teach them anything.
Thank you.Yeah.
You knowwhere to find me. Yes, I do.
Have a good day.
Never courtthe sins of lust or pride.
I was turned intothis sorrowful shape, for I disobeyed my parents.
They wantedonly my well-being...
Born duringan electrical storm,
the atmosphere chargedwith electrostatic power.
I am now able towithstand thousands...
...upon thousands of volts
as they will coursethrough my body.
But you must be warnedto keep your distance,
for this entertainmentcarries with it the danger of electrocution,
even for thosein close proximity.
I'm not like this.
Not like this,I am not like this.
Molly.
I wanna show you something.You have a second?
I just got acouple of minutes before Zeena starts.
Mm-hmm.
So, uh, I saw your show,and I think it's real good,
but I got an ideafor your act.
Now, in your show,you just...
You know,you tell a little story.
But what ifyou showed them something?
What do youthink of that?
An electric chair,and they put you in it.
Manacles in,
and the audience is going,"What's going on here?"
All of a sudden,little guy comes shufflin' out
with an executioner's hood.
He pulls this lever,and they get real scared.
They think maybeyou're gonna die,
and boom, you got them,they're back on their heels.
What do you say?
You wanna execute me?
Just for a second.
Then you come back to life.
You drew me?
Yeah, I drawwhat's on my mind.
You could make a livingat this.
My mama used to put mein these contests when I was a kid.
I used to win all of them,but I don't know, I just...
Just somethingI've always done. Helps me think.
You do know this isthe Ragtag Opera, right?
Nothing's really the bestof anything around here.
Well, you're betterthan this place.
Maybe you thinkI'm special, but I'm not.
Well, maybe I seesomething in you you don't see.
You do?I mean, it's possible.
Maybe all this isgood enough for me.
I don't believe you.
If it's not good enoughfor me, sure ain't good enough for you.
What do you think?
You look good.
Think about it.
Okay, you got steps.
Ready?
Voila.
Looks just likethe sketch, don't it?
No, sit in the chair.
You made this?When did you make this?
And put your handsin there.
Like that?Yeah.
Oh!
See that? Major.That's drama.
Now your job over here isgonna pull this lever. Okay?
Don't bend downto talk to me.
No, I'm not bending down.I'm trying to show you.
You're gonnapull this lever back.
No, you gotta do itwith some force, with some drama.
Put your back into it,two hands. You got it.
Ahh!And the electricity is flying,
everybody's horrified.
Is she gonna live or die?It's going back and forth.
And then you're gonnasave the day,
and you're gonna push itforward, two hands.
Really put some...And that's it!
Manacles come off,smoke's coming out.
I haven't rigged this yet,
but these two areasare gonna have sparks.
I don't knowabout all your gobbledygook,
but I am not wearing this,I tell you that.
Oh, but it's so good.
What are youall of a sudden, an engineer?
It's the same rubber matas before, same electrical current.
Just a better show,that's all.
What doesthis wheel thing do?
That's bullshit.
Tell you what.
I'll think about it.I'll do it.
I think he'sonto something.
Sure.
You going someplace special?
Just driving Pete and Zeenainto town.
You want us to pick upsomething for you?
Nah, I'm good.
What's it to you?Nothin'.
You been bumpin' gumswith Molly a little too often.
Just so happensI knew her old man.
I knew him really good.
Old-time grifter.
My guess, he wouldn'thave liked you at all.
I promised himI'd take care of the girl, and I'm gonna.
I still got five good poundsof meat and bone right here.
Hurt that girl,you get 'em all.
What are youstill doing up out here?
I had a dream.I couldn't go back to sleep.
Wanna tell me about it?
It was about my dad.
Did he pass?
He was alive and smilingin the dream.
I'll bet youhe was handsome, wasn't he?
Girls alwaystake after their daddies.
Hmm.
"Mary Margaret Cahill,don't forget to smile," he said.
I don't really like to smile,but I'd sure as hell smile for him.
He could charm his wayout of anything.
A man after my own heart.
Tell me more.About him?
Sure, about you.
What about me?
I know that, uh,you like chocolates,
and you like to read.
And dancing.
When was the last timeyou did?
A while.Yeah?
We gonna fix that.
You ready?
Giddy up.
I've been thinkingabout what you said, Stan.
What did I say?
I remember.
And where would we go?
What if I told youI can get my hands on a two person act for us?
What are youtalking about?
I'm talking about an actthat would get us headlining
in the biggest hotelsand showrooms
from the East Coastto the West Coast.
You're dreaming.
No, Molly.You're bigger than this place.
If you let me,I wanna give you the world and everything in it.
Molly.
Come on.I need a hand.
Wound on his headwent bad.
Flies got to it.
Fever won't come down.
Is he dead?No. But he's bound to be.
You heard?
That little Kraut, the onethat looks like Chaplin,
he just invaded Poland!
The balls on him.Put him here.
Come on!You gonna wait?
And answer questions? No!
They'll take him,they'll care for him.
Put him under the...I said leave him be!
Can't leave him in the rain.
Don't pretendyou give a shit with me.
You hungry?I'm starving!
Come on!Steak and eggs, on me.
Sweetie, uh,salt and pepper, please.
How do you everget a guy to geek?
Oh, I ain't gonnacrap you up. It ain't easy.
You gotta pick upa broken drunk.
A real alkie,a two bottle-a-day fool, see?
Pick him up from where?
Nightmare alleys,train tracks, flophouses, you name it.
Lot of folks came backfrom the war addicted to the poppy, to booze.
Now, opium reallysinks its claws, but you reel 'em in with booze.
You tell 'em,
"I got a little job for you.It's a temporary job."
Make sure youemphasize that.
"Just temporary, until weget ourselves another geek."
You spike it withthat opium tincture.
One drop per bottle,that's all.
But, oh...
oh, now, this is whathe thinks is heaven.
So, you say to him like this,you say to him,
"Well, I gotta get mea real geek."
He says,"Ain't I doing okay?"
You say, "Like crapyou're doing okay.
"You can't drawa real crowd faking a geek.
"You're through."
And you walk off.
Now, that night,
you drag out the lecture,you lay it on thick.
All the while you're talking,he's thinking about sobering up,
getting the crawling shakes,the screaming, the terrors.
You give him timeto think that over while you're talking.
Then, you throw himthe chicken.
He'll geek.
Jesus.
Poor soul.
Like this.
Index, middle finger,
half bent,parallel to your thumb.
As if you're going to plucksomething out of the air.
Left hand on your temple.
This means you're askingfor color, texture, specifics.
That's it.
You gotquite a gift.
I don't knowhow you do it, Pete.
Keep all thatin your head,
at the same timeentertaining all these folks.
You know, if, um...
If you're goodat reading people,
it's mostly becauseyou learned as a child,
trying to stay one step aheadof whatever tormented you.
Now, if they really dida number on you,
then that crack,it's a hollow.
And there'llnever be enough.
There's nofilling that in.
Uh...
Clem is breaking ina new geek.
Holding out on him.
Poor bastard.
He's gotta behalf out of his mind by now.
I think George and Iwill sleep below tonight.
Stan, my boy.
Would you beso kind as to...
as to procure mea pint of the sugarcane?
Pete, close your eyesand go to bed.
I need an incentive, son.
Hmm.
I'll see what I can do.
Attaboy.
Jesus.
You got no rhythm.
What are you doing?Uh...
I didn't mean any harm by it,Pete. I was just curious.
Stan, this book,it can be misused.
Do you understand?
It's why I stoppeddoing the act.
I got shuteye.
When a man believeshis own lies, starts believing that he has the power,
he's got shuteye.
Because now he believesit's all true.
And people get hurt.Good, God-fearing people.
And then you lie.You lie.
And when the lies end,there it is.
The face of God,staring at you straight.
No matter where you turn.
No man canoutrun God, Stan.
Yes, sir.
Middle and index finger bent,
parallel to the thumb.
Raise your left handto your temple, middle and index finger bent.
Parallel to your thumb.
Raise your handto your temple.
Asking forsomething specific.
No! No! Where is he?Where is he?
Pete! Come on!
Zeena!
Hey, Clem, we got a problem!
It's Pete. He finallydid it to himself.
He ain't moving.
Pete. Oh, my... Pete.
Pete!
Pete! Pete!
Sin and salvation.Heaven and Hell.
Find out what it feels likeright here on Earth.
Let the mirrors show youwho you are and who you shall be.
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Spine-chilling rides!
Fun for all ages!
The sensation of the century!
Ten attractionsfor a single ticket.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Step right up and get a prize.
Clem!Yeah.
Shooflies. I saw four cop carscoming up the South.
Oh, shit.
They see the geek,we're all wet.
I'll stash him.
You drop the banner,chisel them a bit,
buy me some time.
Round up all the carnies
and take them overto that stage over there.
Whoopsie daisy.
Move it, move them! Move them!
Officer, what seemsto be happening?
Join the others.
Is that a warrant?What's that for?
Don't try topull that legal stuff.
We're gonna close this wholejoint down one way or another.
Yes, sir.
...that youare carrying around...
...an illegal performance
emphasizing crueltyto both animal and man.
And you, young lady.
We have got wivesand daughters in this town.
You are under arrestfor indecency. Get her down!
No, stop! Stop!Get down off there!
I'll club you down.The wheel is turning.
The electrical current'sgotta go somewhere.
Major, please!
If you just permit us, sir,you can judge in a fair manner
like the good King Solomon.
Everybody, back off!
That's why she's forcedto wear the brief as a covering, sir.
She purges the current.
Molly?
Molly? You okay?
Make way.
She just savedyour deputies' lives.
Molly, Molly.
I am closing you down.
I ain't none ofyour thieving southern police
kissing a priest's toeon Sundays and raking in graft six days a week.
Is your name Jeremiah?
Jeremiah, Jeremiah...J... Jer... J... J...
Jedediah Judd.
Yeah.
A matter of the utmostimportance has arisen, sir.
If I could justhave a minute of your time.
A message has come through.
And I think you're gonnawanna hear it, but not in front of these kind folks.
Please, sir.
Nobody leaves.
Thank you.Thank you.
My name is Stanton Carlisle,Marshal Judd, and my family's Scot.
Scots are gifted with whatthe old folks used to call "second sight."
Now, it's clear to me,for example,
that you are a manwho is generally distrustful,
but also fiercely loyal.
I'd saythat's a fair description.
And, uh, this isnone of my business
because I knowthat you are capable of handling your own affairs
and anything elseliable to come along, but I do sense a childhood
marred in disease.
And it makes you, uh,
feel hemmed in by it,trapped, even to this day.
And I sense a curioof some kind.
An amulet, a memento.
You carry it on your person,you had it for a long time.
Who's Mary?
A saintly woman.
My... My mother.
May I see it?
May I see it, sir?
Yes.
She wants you to know
that your ailment has notshunned you from greatness,
quite the contrary.
Your community loves youand feels protected by you, sir.
And yes, you couldn't serveyour country on foreign soil,
but you protect ushere at home.
And this medal,
this medal shouldbe a reminder of her love for you.
And as long asyou just keep it here,
close to your heart,where our Lord Jesus Christ resides,
it's gonna protect youin the future.
And she wants youto know this, sir.
It's only by being mercifulto others that a man has true power.
But once I coppedthe warrant off that deputy,
I saw the marshal's name.
I knew it wasa lead-pipe cinch.
You know what's funny?Pete used to always say,
"It's not the clothes,but the shoes
"that could tell youeverything you need to know
"about a man."Right.
And he had a liftin his right shoe.
And I bet you he had polioor something as a kid.
You know, the military neverletting him in, mama's boy.
I could tell bythe look in his eyes.
That's good.
Well, it takes oneto know one.
He tried torailroad us, Clem,
with thatfancy moustache.
I saw that chainaround his neck,
I got it out of him,Saint Christopher medal,
all that Bible talk.
I thought, well,he must know somebody named Mary.
Right.
And lo and behold,the Lord blessed us.
His mother'sname's Mary.
You had him!
Molly,I was looking for you.
You all right?
I'm ready, Stan.
Ready for what?
To leave all this behind,go with you.
We are ready, aren't we?
You saw me out there.I sure did.
My whole life I've beenlooking for something,
something that I'm good at.And I think I found it, Molly.
I think I'm ready.
I know you are, Stan.
Hmm.
And I know you'll alwayslook after me, right?
I will if you let me.
What about Zeena?
Because of Pete?
Well, I don't wanna hurt her.Oh, you won't.
Zeena's lived. She's, uh...She knows what's what.
Everybody knows you're the oneI've been pining after.
Molly, you're the reasonI've stuck around.
You seen Molly?
Hmm?
Stan?
I never let any man do itto me all the way before.
None whoI agreed to, anyway.
You got nothing to worry aboutwith me, rabbit.
Hey. Let's go.Get your stuff.
Hey!
Bruno!
Molly! No.Come with me.
Leave him alone!
You goddamn crumb.
No! Let go!
I warned you, didn't I?
Bruno, you're gonna kill him!Come here!
Stop it! Let him go!
I'm gonna kill him!Leave him alone.
Get away! I love him!I'm leaving!
Don't you understand?I'm leaving with him!
You want the book back?
No.
Mm-mmm.
You earned it.
You worked hard for it.
You ready?
Ready for what?
The world and everythingin it, rabbit.
One, "will."Four, "tell."
"Will you tell this ladywhat she's thinking about?"
Eight, "trust."
"Do not trustanyone involved."
Nine, "lost."
Nine, "complete,"the loss of everything.
Seven, "loneliness."
Four, "tell."Nine, "complete."
"I want to tell youabout absolute loneliness."
Eight, "trust."
Six, "negative."
Father.
You're going now.
I need you...
Stan, are you okay?
Yeah. Keep going.We got two shows tomorrow.
"Loneliness."
Two, "fear."
"Emphasis on detail."
Circle."A prophecy fulfilled."
Wait.
A woman.
Can yoube more specific?
Initials "R" or "S."
"R."
Yes.
Yes, "R."
I believe you know to whomI'm speaking now, do you not?
You're correct again.
You messed up.
Stan.
ANNOUNCER: Next show'sin 30 minutes. Thanks, everyone.
All we do is rehearse it,and you still fluff it.
Out there by myself.What happened?
I'm sorry.I guess I was tired.
Let's seehow many people stay for the second show.
A pocket watch.
Gold.
Concentrate.
Do any other detailscome to you?
There is an inscription.
Letters, am I correct?
You are.
Master Stanton,
can you kindly name them...May I?
Yes, pleasegive me the object.
No, thank you.I'll hold it.
Very well.
Master Stanton,what is the object being held by this lady?
Well, it seemsit's a night of gold.
A golden handbag.
Be quiet, child.
Let me ask the questions.
What is inside the bag?
Madam.
What is the meaningof this?
You say you're genuine andI say you use verbal signals of some sort to communicate
between the two of you.
There are notricks involved, madam.
There's nodeception whatsoever.
Then answer me.
What is inside the bag?
The usual's inside that bag.
Lipstick, a handkerchief.
Oh, well, that iseasy enough, is it not?
Ladies and gentlemen,I have never met this
woman before.
Nor have I any prior knowledgeto the contents of that purse, and yet...
yet, there is somethingvery interesting in there.
A small pistol.
Nickel plated,ivory handle.
May I?
You claim to carry it to
defend yourself, but...
I think you do itbecause you like it.
I think you do itbecause it makes you feel powerful.
Well, madam,
you are not powerful.
Not powerful enough.
You are an only child,are you not?
Your mother diedwhen you were young?
Her shadow loomslarge and close, too close for comfort.
Hardly a day went by
in which she didn'tcrush you down in small ways.
And that gun,that gun in your purse, well,
sometimes you havedark thoughts about yourself, don't you?
Well,don't you?
Are your initials "CK"?
Yes.
Have you suffered a loss?A dear one, not long ago?
Oh, God. Julian?
Go on.
He's...
He's right beside you.
His hand is restingon your right shoulder.
Can you feel it?
Yes. He wants youto know something.
He wants you to knowhow proud he is of you. And how...
What was that about?
I do not know.
That was something else.
See the waythat woman came after me?
I saw the way you wentafter her and then the man.
What are you talking about?
We were behind the eight.I got us out.
And why did youkeep on her, then?
Well, I had to.Crowd would've turned on us.
Once she came after me,I had to take her down.
Why are you so concerned?
I gave you the initialsof that watch
and you turned itinto a goddamn spook show.
Molly, did you seethe same show that I did?
That crowd wason its feet.
When was the last timethat happened?
I mean, we give them mentalismand they treat it
like it's a dog walkingon its hind legs, but that, that was different.
We should leave thatin the show.
Stan, that woman was sittingat the same table as that poor, old man
and I've seenher here before.
When?
Hey, hepcat.
You have a request.An after show meet.
Uh, thank you.
It's them.Oh, how do you know?
Of course it's them.
Then I won't see them.
Oh, yes, you will.
You're gonna go see thatpoor, old man you spooked.
Let him off the hook.Tell him the truth.
All right. Truth.
And an out.
And an out.You happy?
It was a good show.You ought to give me that.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Mr. Carlisle,I don't mind waiting.
I'm Charles Kimball.
Judge Kimball.
I was hoping to engage youfor a private consultation.
Charles, may I?
Uh...
Charles...
What youexperienced tonight...
I will doubleyour nightly rate.
Well, that's not the point.
The thing is...
Is she with you?
Charles wanted my opinionbefore engaging you.
Well, we don't doprivate consultations.
Molly, please.
I think Mr. Carlislewants an apology.
Why wouldI want that?
You provided us withquite a show here tonight,
so thank you.
You seek solace?
Yes.
I believe we canprovide that for you.
Stan...
I'll do it.
Just this once.
Thank you.Mr. Carlisle, thank you.
Here, Charles.
Have one of mine.
CHARLES:This is my home.
4:30 pm, Wednesday.
I'll be there.
Thank you,Mr. Carlisle. Miss.
"Doctor Lilith Ritter.Consulting psychologist."
A doctor. How about that?
Evening, Joseph.Can I have some change, please?
Yes.
Thank you.
I knowyou're angry with me.
Of course, you do.
You can read minds.You talk to the dead,
remember?Oh, come on, Molly.
Why would you say yes?
You saw howdesperate he was.
What do you want meto say to him?
Say no!
Where you going?I have to make a phone call.
Make a phone call upin the room.
Go away.
I'm gonna run a bath.You better hurry up before it gets cold.
Hostilities exist.
There is no blinkingat the fact that our people, our territory, and our...
I was thinking you and Ican make a dent in this town.
You and I can makea pretty big dent in this town.
I was thinking youand I can make a pretty big dent in this town.
Mr. Carlisle,come in.
Slow day?
Have you not heard?
We're at war.
I'm aware.
How did you knowit was me?
What brings you here?
You left me your card,didn't you?
So, here we are.
Oh, not me.I never drink.
Microphones.
That's right.Wire recorder.
Are you recording this?
No.
My office is wired to recordall analysis sessions.
You got a smoother line,but you run a racket.
Same as me.
Is that what this is?
How did you knowI had a pistol?
I can reada mark quick.
Find out what they want.
And I'm a mark, am I?
What do I want?
To be found out.Same as everybody else.
Is that it?
Think out thingsthat most people want, hit 'em where they live...
health, wealth, love.
Find out whatthey're afraid of and sell it back to them.
As long asyou don't oversell it.
You wanna knowhow I knew about the gun?
I removed the blindfoldboth for dramatic effect
and to get a riseout of the audience,
but also to see the wayyou held your clutch.
Elbow bent forward,clutch was heavy.
And you lifted itwith your left, no wedding ring.
No tan mark, unmarried.
So, you like to goout at night,
you were at the Copaso you got the bees,
but I assume you like to goto lower places, too, don't you?
If I want mud on my skirt,I can find it.
Well, you live alone.
No man in the house.
Gotta have a gun at home,
but you assume yourselfto be a lady, so not a big pipe.
Something small,portable, .22, .25, four, six shot, maybe.
And since you likepretty things, nickel plated, ivory handle.
But you talkedabout my mother.
Why?
Well, dames like youalways have mommy issues.
Daddy issues, too.
I see.
An Electra complex,is it?
I wouldn't know about that.
But you're notas hard to read as you think, lady.
If I'm so easy to read,why come see me then?
That judge, he's a prettybig deal in this town, is he?
Judge Kimball.Doesn't get much bigger.
He a patient of yours?
Friend of my father's.
Y'all jazzy together?
Now, why wouldyou ask that?
Because you havea handle on him.
His wife isa patient of mine.
Mmm.Interesting woman, Felicia.
Have you ever beenin analysis?
I wouldn't knowwhat to talk about.
Simple. What are youthinking about?
Now?Now.
You.
Me?Mm-hmm.
What about me?That you come a little closer
so I can geta better look at you.
Is that why you're here?
To look at me?
No, I'm just thinkingthat if you help me,
we can makequite a big dent in this town.
We?Mm-hmm.
You give me somethingon that judge, any of the other higher ups,
I'll make itworth your while.
You think you got somethingbig enough or interesting enough for me?
Well, nothing matters in thisgoddamn world but dough,
and you get that raw.
All right.
I'll give you something.
In exchangefor the truth.
Truth about what?
Yourself.
I give youa little information and you tell me the truth.
And don't lie.
I'll knowif you're lying.
That it?
Shoot.
Kimball lost a son.
An only child.
Julian.
23 years old.
Don't writeanything down.
This is nota carnival trick.
You are to leaveno trace.
No writing.Understood.
Julian enlisted againstFelicia's wishes and died in No Man's Land.
I can work with that.
Ladies and gentlemen,thank you very much.
Miss Cahill.
I'm sorry it tookthis long to call you.
BRUNO: Yeah. You know,
when you didn't callin the fall, I thought...
I know, I'm sorry.
Do you think you all mightcome to visit us
before you closefor the winter?
Hey, Molly?
You all right?It's all I wanna know.
I'm fine. Really, I am.Everything's Jake, Bruno.
I have to go,but I miss you all.
Send my loveto The Major and to Zeena?
And to everybody?
Anytime.
So, how's thisgonna work, lady?
Doctor.
Lay down, please.
I think I'll just sit,if that's okay.
We can go much deeperif you do.
Why don't we juststart with sitting?
When I offered you a drink,you said you never drank.
Because I don't.
But you made ita point of pride.
You could've taken the glassand not drunk.
You could've said,"Not right now," and set it aside.
But you said,"No. Not me. I never drink."
You can't domentalism and drink.
You gotta beon your toes all the time.
When you're on,you're on.
And you're on now?
I'm always on, Doctor.
Did your father drink?
He went White Ribbonwhen I was 10.
But before?
Clearly, before, he did,if you knew what White Ribbon meant.
When I poured the whiskey,you winced.
Why?Did I?
Yes.
That's not somethingI need to talk to you about.
The truth.We shook on it.
I didn't like the wayit smelled, was all.
You were 12 feet away.
Stuff smelled off to me.
How so?Smelled like wood alcohol.
You drank wood alcohol?
No. Not me. Never.
"Never."
It's that word again.
Please lie down.
Please.
I, uh...
It's a guy that I knew.
He tanked up on wood alkyand he kicked off.
What are youthinking about now?
It makes no sense.
Take your time.
Pianos.
Elaborate.
My mother.
Did sheplay the piano?
What's that have to dowith anything?
Did she drink?
Now and again,like everybody else.
Not you.
You never drink.
She was beautiful,your mother.
To me.
Who played the piano,Mr. Carlisle?
Guy named Humphries.
He was a friend of my folks.He was in Vaudeville.
How old was the manat the carnival? The one who died?
What did you sayhis name was?
I didn't say.I didn't think I said...
Pete.
How did Peteget the alcohol?
I gave it to him.
But it was a mistake.
Mistake?
What was he to you?
Did you admire him?Parts of him.
I think you pitied him.
I don't know.
He had his fair shake,he just blew it.
Did Pete teach you things?
Yes.
He was older,wasn't he?
He was old enoughto be your father.
I think we've done enough.
Did you ever stutteras a child?
No.
Because you havea slight movement. Compulsory movement.
Your head movesup and down, ever so slightly.
And Humphries.
Was he ever inappropriateor abusive to you as a child?
Shut your mouth.Shut your mouth.
It's all right, Stanton.Answer me.
Humphries tookmy mother away
because my father wasn'tman enough to hold on to her, all right?
Bible spouting hypocrite.
Always selling histall tales about Jesus and a happy afterlife.
And whatdo you sell?
I'm a hustlerand I know it.
I'm on the makeand I know it. Get it?
I am nothing like my old man,and I never will be.
"Never."
That word again.
We're goingto work on that.
He's working on hisdisappearing act right now.
He can't stop.
He cannot stop himself.Gonna be a headliner.
Something for the road.
I invited them.Are you mad?
Why would I be?
Hello, Stan.
We're on our way to Gibtown,thought we'd visit a while like old pals.
Oh, George.
You guys getsomething to eat?
Just drinks.
Should order some food?Sure.
How long you staying?
Uh, not long.
Mmm.
Okay. Ready?
That's right.
There you go!
You're doing well.
Well, it's the same grift,just different threads.
And...
Don't do the spook show.
Don't dothe spook show.
Is that whyshe called you?
What? No. She didn't tell me.No. It's all in the cards.
Well, save itfor the chumps, Zeena.
Hah!
Fine. Then you do it.
Three card question,it'll take two seconds.
I'll oblige.
Downfall.
Impending danger.
An urgent choice.
Now, Stanton,this is the last card.
It's a decree.
You turn it,you're gonna find out what's coming to you.
The Hanged Man.
It's upside down.
But you canstill choose, Stan.
Well, you saidso yourself,
"There's no such thingas bad cards," remember?
Just depends onwhat you do with it. Look.
I fixed it.
Keep that imagein your mind.
Okay.
He loved you sovery, very much.
I can sense thatso clearly.
Even though you didn't seeeye to eye from time to time.
Oh.
No, that is true.We did not.
May I touchthat photograph?
Is that okay?Yes, yes.
That could give mea deeper line to him.
He died suddenly.
But he wants you to knowthat he was in no pain.
He wants youto know that
it hurts himso very, very much
to know thatyou miss him because...
well, he saysthat he...
He says that you should knowwith absolute certainty
that you willall be together again in time.
Is he here?
Is he here?Can I speak to him?
Speak to him.
When you left...
you took all lifewith you.
Your father wanted youto enlist, I did not.
But I'm the onewho's left with nothing.
Yes.
Your 5:00 is here.
I don't have a 5:00.
He's here.
Doctor.
Mr. Carlisle.
What's that?
Your half.That's a split. 50-50.
Not interested.I got what I wanted.
But you should'veseen 'em.
My God.
I think they'll betalking about that the rest of his life.
And I think every timethey tell it, it'll just get better and better,
bigger and bigger.
A toast, then.To your success.
Uh, he asked me to, uh,
see one of his friends.
And who mightthat be?
He didn't say,but I'm considering it.
I'll tell you what,you got a safe?
I do.
Why don't youkeep this for me?
I don't want Molly to knowabout it anyway.
Why don't you keep itfor a few days?
If you change your mind,we'll spilt it 50-50.
And if not,I'll keep it.
You barely know me.
Oh, I know you well.
I know...
you're no good.
And I know that 'cause...
neither am I.
Is that so?
Yes.
You're askingfor the shape.
What if I do two?
Color.
That's good.
I'm too hard on us.
No, you're right about it.
You need a break.
Whatever you wanna do,we'll do.
Can we go dancing?
Absolutely.
Call for Stanton Carlisle.
Whatever you want.
ANNOUNCER: You canpick it up on house phone.
We'll go tonightafter the show.
I'm dying in here, Stan.
I love you.
Yeah.
LILITH: The man Kimballwants to introduce you to is Ezra Grindle.
Grindle was a patient of minefor a brief time.
He's unstable.Unpredictable.
How is he fixed for dough?
Oh, he's very rich.Very powerful.
And intensely private.
Dealings with Grindlehave consequences.
Permanent ones.
Well, you bettergive me an angle.
Coat, hat, and gloveson the counter.
And empty your pockets.
No pencils, no pens, no keys,no cigarettes, or lighter.
Hands up.
Turn around.
I need your watchand your ring.
Manners, friend.
What was that?
You should say "please."
Please.
Mr. Carlisle.
I'm Ezra Grindle.
Let me take your jacket.
Please.
I'm very waryof appearing in public,
so I want to thank youfor coming to see me.
A man of your talents.
Well, that's verykind of you.
Wouldn't count on that.
Take a seat.
What is this?
This is our versionof a polygraph.
You familiar with the term?
You call it a lie detector.
You'd like toperform this on me?
That's the general idea, yeah.
We will measureyour blood pressure,
respiration, involuntarymuscle contractions.
Not sure how comfortableI am with this.
Well, we've had our share ofsnake charmers in the past.
We deal with them.
Raise your arms, please.
I don't thinkthis is necessary.
Can you watchmy tie, please?
I'll watch it.Thank you.
And what happensif I fail?
One thing at a time, hmm?
I will ask yousimple questions to establish our baseline.
You will answerin short sentences,
only what you believeto be absolute truth.
"Absolute truth."
I can do that.
Now,
brief as you can,what is your name?
Stanton Carlisle.
What year are we in?
1941.
Good.
What day is today?
Wednesday, I think.
Who is the presidentof the United States?
Roosevelt.
Very well. Now,as briefly as you can, are you a true medium?
Yes, I am.
Can you read minds?
Yes, I can.Under the right circumstances.
Brief.
Keep your answersbrief, please.
Now, are you in contactwith the beyond?
Before we go on,there's a...
There is a presencein this room.
Right now.
It's a female presence.
She's just insisting,she's insisting that this...
that she communicatewith somebody.
Is it me? Do you wannacommunicate with me?
Is it him?
Oh, it's you, Mr. Grindle.
I don't... I don't...
Oh. She... She passed awaymany years ago.
Oh, but there was...
Yeah, there wasa life extinguished with it.
And it... it...
Oh, it was a child.It was a baby.
You forced her to miscarry,did you not?
Shall I go on?
No.
There's no need.
A word in my office,gentlemen.
You said you weregonna fine-tune it.
Yes, sir.
GRINDLE:You fine-tuned it incorrectly?
- No, no, no.- Ezra...
You had two and two.
Two wrong, two right.
Stop, stop!
Answer me this, you broughthim straight from the club.
How could he know that? How?
Well,
got him hooked real good.
Despite all that.
He's got quitean operation.
And he's gonnacall back?
Oh, yeah,he's gonna call back.
I left real moneyon the table.
Gotta leave moneyto get money.
You're gonna have to give mesome real information on him now.
No. Not me.
I figured.
I'm the only onewho could've given you that information.
If your foot slips,
we both fall.
Don't worry.I'll figure it out.
I mean, this guy's, uh,
he's real deepon the spook dodge.
I don't thinkyou have a problem.
I'd say he's very desperate.
Don't worry. They'll nevertrace it back to you.
The thingyou need to know is,
if you displeasethe right people,
the world closes in on youvery, very fast.
What happened to you?
Life.
Life happened to me.
Patient Ezra Grindle.
Therapy session number four.
GRINDLE: I am alone.
Lost.
I feel lost.
Everything I earnfeels hollow.
LILITH:Would you elaborate, please?
GRINDLE: May, 1901.
The last time I saw her alive.
I didn't... I...
"Doris Mae Cable."
GRINDLE: I couldn'tclaim her body.
...property forregister number 28030.
GRINDLE: BecauseI would've been ruined.
So my love wentto a commoners' grave.
Thank you kindly.
There you are.
So I wanted to knowwhat impression you got from her.
The girl that, uh,you sensed during the test.
I didn't see her.
She didn't materialize.
But by that,you mean she could?
Well, it was very brief,uh, Mr. Grindle.
Uh, Ezra, please.
I sensedprofound sadness and regret.
She loved you.
And that boy.That baby boy.
It was a boy?
Is she with me?
She's never far.
This place important to you?This garden?
Yes. I built it,uh, to honor her.
The paths and the benches,you see?
She would've loved it.
She does.
I can sense it.
Brother Ezra, she...
she's trying totell me something.
It doesn't makeany sense.
Sometimes they communicatelike that. It gets jumbled.
The letter "D."
Dorrie? Dorrie, is it?
I wanna see...
Oh, I have tosee her again.
Whatever it takes.
I want you to...Uh...
Materialize her?Yeah.
Do you have any ideawhat would be required
for somethinglike that to occur?
I'll commit $10,000for every session we have.
Mr. Grindle.
Your sins are grave.
You would have towork hard,
spiritually,
if you even wannahave the chance to see or sense her.
Listen, I have more moneythan I will ever need.
But I have no hope.
And you thinkyou could buy that?
Well...
not to be crude...
but I know I can.
Are you sure that she can playthe lady in question?
Molly?
She's tougher than I am.
I'll stage it at night.
Keep Ezra on his knees,make him pray or something.
He'll stay put.
Blood. She'll need bloodon her hands and dress.
More shocking the image,
the less inclinedEzra will be to examine it.
Nothing canhold you back.
To us.
"Dear Mom and all,I'm sending this from the fairgrounds.
"A boy named Ezra took me.
"He had my picture takenas you can see.
"Tell Pop and all I wishI was with you and hug little Jennie for me.
"Will write soon.Fondly, Dorrie."
She never mailed this.
What are youtalking about?
Well, she dieda few days later.
This is the last thingshe wrote, and she never mailed it.
Yeah, but that's notwhy I showed it to you.
Her family never got to see.
Look.Who does that look like?
Look at her face.
It's you.
I could materialize youin a seance.
Not me, Stan.
We can buy a costume,we can get a long black wig,
and we can cut it,we can style it just like that.
He can unburden his souland he can forgive himself.
As far as I can tell,
that's what a preacher doesevery other Sunday.
And it workedwith Judge Kimball.
I believe it savedtheir marriage.
I think he reallyloved her, Stan.
You can see that,can't you?
All that sufferingthat he had,
we can deliver himsome hope.
Close it, yeah...
He wants to see you.
I'm sure that he does.
Come on in.Have a cup of coffee first.
Are you gonna sit outin the snow?
I won't bite.
You take, uh,cream in your coffee?
No, thanks.
Yeah, neither do I.
I don't know whyhe bothers with you.
You're cheap, pal.
Just phony.
But I'll tell you this,
I care for that man.Mmm.
I owe him a lot.
And if you're smart,
that should scare you.
She says you...
lied to her.
You gave a false nameand you left her body behind.
Ezra, you have tokeep the circle.
I wanna see her now,I wanna talk to her.
Don't break the circle.This takes patience.
I've given you a fortune!
Now it's timethat you delivered
to me somethingother than guilt.
Because I'm done hearing
this endless fuckingrecitation of what I did.
I know what the fuck...
I did.
And what I'm going to doif this goes on much longer.
What does that mean?Come on.
You'll just haveto find out.
You gonna stay hereand practice.
Can you askfor more time? No.
I'm not sureabout this, Stan.
I am sure.We are out of time.
Just go put on the wigand the dress.
And that's the position.
Hands down by your side,with your palms open.
Okay?
Where are you going?
I gotta go geteverything ready.
I love you.
Charles.
I've been thinking about
what Mr. Carlisle said,
about us beingreunited with Julian.
Do you remember?
I do, my love.
Oh, Julian.
Julian.
Molly?
MOLLY: Dear Stan.
Molly?
MOLLY: By the timeyou read this, I'll be eastbound.
I won't do whatyou want me to.
I can't.
I've loved you the best I can,as much as I can,
and I know nowit'll never be enough.
Whatever is missing in you,
it sure is not me.
It's hard to accept it,
but as much asthe truth hurts, I need it.
And maybe in timeyou'll need it too.
Molly.
Fuck.
Molly.
It's me.
I thought you already left.Leave me alone, Stan.
Hold on. Let's just...Leave me alone.
Molly.
Where you going?I don't wanna talk to you.
Just hold on one second.
I read your letter,I understand.
I just wanna talk about itfor a second, okay?
Oh, you read it? Good.Listen...
You smell like booze.Leave me alone.
Molly, you can't leave now,we are in too deep.
- Hey, hey!- Molly.
There's no"we" anymore.
There hasn't beenfor a long time.
I don't know whoyou're seeing on the side,
but you're certainly notfucking me anymore!
I bet it's thatfrozen-faced bitch you were so impressed with.
I bet she seemslike class to you.
Well, she's notand neither are you.
Molly.
Molly, I was just trying toget the inside track on her
because you didn't want meto do the spook show.
That's why I wassneaking around on you!
Hey, what's the big idea?Just mind your own business!
This is the last time,I promise.
And every dayis Christmas after that.
Oh, sure, the whole worldand everything in it.
I'm scared, Stan.
I'm scared,too, Molly.
I'm scared every dayof my life.
I'm so scared sometimesI can't even breathe.
But I fight it, Molly,I fight it.
That's the only wayI've survived.
Sometimes you don't seethe line until you cross it.
I crossed it,I know that now.
Molly, everybody's left mein my life.
Don't leave me, please.
Please.
Can I see your watch?
When I get rid of Anderson,I'm gonna bring Ezra to the park bench.
Just up fromthat open gate.
At 8:00, Molly.
No earlier, no later.
You're gonna go throughthat gate and you're gonna walk 20 paces.
Okay?
When he sees you, I'm gonnaput him on his knees,
and I'm gonnamake him pray.
And whenhe closes his eyes,
you get to go awayand then we're done.
Simple.
I understand.
Good.
Do you rememberthe old gag?
The current, when it wouldrun through my body?
Mm-hmm.
You know howI could take it?
First few times I did it,my muscles would cramp for days.
It really hurt bad.
But I'd just tryand tell myself not to feel it, you know?
Try and make myselfgo numb.
But it was always reallyclear to me when I couldn't take it anymore.
When I'd had enough.
I've had enough.
I'll be there at 8:00and I'll do what you need me to do.
Now,perhaps because of the nature
of what we're doing tonight,we'd benefit from being alone.
Will you leave us?
Sir, are you sureabout this?
Yeah, I'm sure. It's fine.
You have to have faith.
Let's walk the path.
In viewof Prime Minister Churchill's recent pledge
that a British declarationof war on Japan
would follow almostimmediately upon the outbreak of war
between Japan andthe United States, a British announcement is expected soon.
I place no blame on you
and I want youto know that.
But I thinkwe should go back inside.
You asked meto purge my soul from sin?
That's right.
I haven't done that.
You're gonna do it now.
You're gonna purge your souland invoke her forgiveness.
I've done things thatI've never told anyone about.
And you're gonnatell her now.
No, I can't.Close your eyes.
I can't.Be still.
Don't. Don't make me,please.
And tell her.
Dorrie.
Dorrie...
That's it.
Through the years...
I have hurtmany young women.
I don't know why.
I was seeking...
I was seeking you in them,
or I was seekingto rid my soul of this anger.
I...I don't know.
What did you do?
I don't know.
I hurt them.
Dorrie.
Oh, my God.She's there.
She's there.
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An apparent murder-suicidethat has baffled the town.
Ezra, you did the work.Now, that's far enough.
Let's get on our knees,let's pray with our eyes closed.
We're gonna ask...
Let go of me. Dorrie.No, Ezra!
Dorrie. Oh, Dorrie...
Stan, I can't.
I can't. I can't!No, Dorrie!
Let go!
Dorrie.
Sorry.
What?
Who are you?All right.
Now, let go of her hand.
Who is...
Let go of her hand.
You dirty motherfucker.
You motherfucker.
I'm gonna...I'm gonna destroy you.
You and this bitch!
Anderson!
Anderson! Anderson!
Stan.
Stan!
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Go to the car.
Now!
Sir.
Move over!
Stan,what are you doing?
Oh, God!What did you do, Stan?
Why did you do that? Stan!
Stan! Stan!
Molly, get out of the car.
They'll think that, uh,someone stole the car.
Can't go back to the hotel.
Shut up.
Molly, they weretrying to kill us.
Molly.
Molly!
I don't need you!
I don't need you, Molly!
Did anyonesee you come here? No.
You didn't catch a cab,did you?
No, cabbies remember faces.I walked.
Ah, she blew it.That goddamn tomato.
I was so close.
It's all here.
Take it.
Do you have a few hours?
Don't panic.
No.
I better be on my way.
Okay.
Mmm.
I do love you, Stan.
What did you say?
Did I oversell it?
Patient Stanton Carlisle.Final therapy session.
What are you doing?
They're all singles.
Where's the dough?
What are you referring to,Mr. Carlisle?
The money!You took it!
Try to understand.
These delusions are becomingpart of your condition.
You crazy fucking bitch.
I'll tell themeverything we did.
Did what? Tell me.
We did it together.
I'm sorry, Mr. Carlisle,
but have we met anywhereother than this office?
Cut it out.What are you doing?
You came unannounced.
My secretaryallowed you in.
I did everythingI could,
but it seems you've madea transference to me.
Both as your mistressand your mother.
I had tried to averta serious upset.
It seems thatI have failed.
The symbolism is quiteobvious, Mr. Carlisle.
You have a very peculiarrelationship to older men.
Ezra Grindle,for example.
But also the man you claimedto have killed at the carnival.
Why?
Why are you doing this?
You don't evencare about the money.
You're such a disappointment.
No, you're right.Money doesn't matter to me.
But it means everythingto you, doesn't it?
You're a small,small man.
You don't fool people,Stan.
They fool themselves.
You think you stand highabove the common man?
You're nothing but an Okiewith straight teeth.
You think you couldtake me, Stan?
You're so blind,aren't you?
You can't readthe signs.
Didn't you noticemy clutch was heavy?
Am I powerful enoughfor you now, Stan?
Yes, yes, security.I need help.
There's a man.
A patient of mine.
Come immediately!
Come on, Stan.
You think you cantake my breath away?
You all right, Doctor?
I'll live.
I gotta move it out.
Okay. Close it!
I always
hated you.
Hey! No more mooching.
You either pay your sudsor beat it.
Yes?
Make it brief, I'm busy.
Oh, you like that?
Bought it off an oldten-in-one that's folded.
Got the radio, too.
He killed... He killed...He killed his mother at birth.
Enoch.
Say, that's a nice angle.
Enoch.
So, what do you need?
I would like to apologizefor my appearance.
I've, uh, fallen ontosome hard times of late.
But I do have an act
that I know would beof great value to you.
You were a carny, huh?
Well, I top-lineda mentalism act for two years.
Two shows a day.
Sold out.
Oh, mentalism.Yes, sir.
Sorry, brother.
Some other outfit,maybe. But not us.
Well, if I may, I would loveto demonstrate for you.
Jesus! You smell likeyou pissed your pants.
I don't hire no boozers.Now beat it.
Go on, beat it.
Oh, Christ, wait.You know what?
One carny to another,let's have a snort.
Come on, sit.
I don't like mentalism.
It's too old-timey.
Always gotta havesomething new these days.
Sensational.
I just happenedto think of something.
I might have one job thatyou could take a crack at.
It ain't much and I'm notbegging you to take it, but it's a job.
It'll keep youin coffee and cakes.
Dry place to sleep.Shot now and then.
What do you say?Oh, yes, sir.
It ain't much,but it's a job, right?
Of course,it's only temporary.
Just until we geta real geek.
You know what a geek is?
So what do you say?
You think you couldhandle it?
Mister, uh...
I was born for it.
is in the stardust of a song
you are in my arms
his fairy tale