segunda-feira, abril 03, 2006
Episode #15 "New Money" was without a death.
"(Al is laying in bed, he looks like shit. He raises his eyebrows at Doc, holding the probe.)
Doc: Hmm. (Nods to Dan, Al is panting, Dan throws his hat to the side, approaches the bed.) I´m `onna pass this through your penis up into your bladder, Al, and I´m `onna say this to you once--I´m sorry for how it hurts. (Dan kneels on the bed next to Al and holds him still, Al is wheezing, Johnny looks on, Doc inserts the probe, Al bucks) Goddamnit, hold him still!
Al: (screaming) Mother of God! (Trixie looks up from the thoroughfare, Johnny winces... walks out to the balcony) Help me! Mother of God!
Trixie: (yelling up to Johnny) Fuck you, Johnny! Get in there and fucking help him!
Johnny: What am I supposed to do? (E.B. steps outside and dumps his bucket)
Trixie: Put your hand in his mouth! Let him bite your fucking hand! (Johnny, pained with grief, goes back inside.)
Doc: Alright, Al. I´m in your bladder. I can hear the fucking stone. I´m gonna try now to move the stone to release your water, so you push now if you can, son.
Al: (gags, straining... yelling) Oh God! Mother, take me!
Doc: Push now if you can. Get your water flowing.
Al: I´m trying! Help me. Christ! (Al screams, the whole camp seeming to hear)
Dan: I´ll fucking kill you, Doc! You take it out of him!
Doc: Shut up!
(Al screams like Wesley does in "The Princess Bride" when Prince Humperdink pushes the torture machine up to 50. "Not to 50!" Seth, Martha & William enjoy a quiet meal, you can barely hear the scream in the background. We see Doc manipulate the probe, blood dripping from it.)
Doc: All right. I can see some fucking urine with the blood. Good for you.
Johnny: (near tears) Is he all right now? Is he cured now?
Doc: It´s fucking something, anyway.
Dan: Is that something anyway, Doc? (motioning with his head to Al, Al´s face seems to relax a bit.)
Doc: All right, Al, I´m `onna take it out of you. You hold on and it won´t hurt so bad.
(Doc slides it out. We hear another blood curdling scream. Johnny steps outside.)
Johnny: (to Trixie) He put something out of himself, Trixie. Now, that´s something anyway.
Trixie: Is it out of him?
Johnny: Well, that instrument´s out of him.
Trixie: And what of the fucking stone?
Johnny: I didn´t see no fucking stone come out.
(Trixie throws her cigarette in the muck, turns, sighs ? pushing her hair back- she walks away. Johnny is still on the balcony, distressed.)"
posted by Luís Miguel Dias segunda-feira, abril 03, 2006