Body Parts

So, what happened this morning, Ray?

I don't fucking know, man.

It just come over me,

like something unstoppable, you know?

Next thing,

I'm on top of him with a fucking shiv,

and there's blood all over the place.

All over the place, fucking, you know

pumping up six feet in the air

from his throat, right?

so how does this make you feel, Ray?

Taking someone else's life.

How does this make you feel about yourself?

How do you feel?

How do you, how?

What do you mean?

I feel, I feel, I feel great.

I fucking feel fantastic.

How should I feel, man?

I'm the one's gonna be alive

come morning, not that son of a bitch.

Hey, yeah.

How you feel?

How do you feel, doc?

You feel okay?

Hmm?

You're sitting there looking at me

like I'm some kind of fucking head case.

You think I like that?

Hey!

I don't like it.

You think I like that I'm gonna spend

the rest of my life in this fucking shithole?

If I'm lucky enough not to fry first?

The truth is, doc, I am massively fucked.

Okay?

And you sitting there with your,

your little fucking prissy tape recorder

and your questions.

No way, you do me not one ounce

of fucking good, man.

Am I wrong?

Can you help me?

Can you, you know,

can you help me?

Can you fucking do something?

Like rewire me so I start doing

the right fucking thing?

No!

I don't think so!

You're worthless, man.

You got no moves.

What are you gonna do?

Do it.

Go ahead, fix me.

I'm here, I'm here.

Fix me, goddamn it!

Read the last part again, honey.

Okay.

How and in what way the child's sense of his body

is converted by acts of parental

and other external violence

into a kind of theater of fantastic horror.

How, in a sense, demons are introduced

into the self still remains to be seen.

It sounds good, honey.

What'd you do that for?

I don't know, sometimes I just,

I just hate what I'm doing.

- What do you mean? - Well, sometimes

it just doesn't seem to make any sense.

- Hmm, you're upset about the new case at the prison, right?

Yeah, I am.

I am, this Kolberg, right?

He's in for 20 years for cutting up

his high school sweetheart.

Then last week he kills his cellmate.

Now, if I can prove that he can be redeemed,

that there's some vestige of conscience, of sanity,

well, that makes this guy eligible to fry.

Huh, come on.

You don't pass sentence.

That's for the judges, juries and lawyers.

You have to fight to get this guy back

to his soul before anybody worries

about what happens to him in court.

You know what I'd really like to do?

Hmm?

I'd just like to cure one human being.

That's all, just one.

I'd like to prove once and for all

that you can shake a shattered mind

and put it all back together again.

That's what I'd really like to do.

The truth of the matter is, in all my clinical experience,

I've never really seen it happen.

Yeah, maybe it's all bullshit.

Maybe I'm just a fraud.

Oh, honey, come on.

You're not a fraud.

You're the best man I know.

Is that right?

Yeah.

The best?

The best.

- Even though I'm not interested in football?

Mm.

Even though you're not interested in football.

Okay, ready for breakfast?

Stop it, stop it.

Samantha, knock it off.

Come on.

- Ouch. - Samantha!

Stop it.

Now eat the cereal.

Here, Billy, here's your stuff.

- Stop it. - Ready for your coffee,

honey? - I'll take it with me.

I'm gonna knock you out right now.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- God. - Hey.

Eat the cereal, come on.

Let's go say goodbye to your father.

Come here.

What time are you gonna be home, honey?

- About six o'clock. - Okay.

Here.

Come on.

Hurry up, here, honey.

Here.

Yeah, okay.

Get this.

Say goodbye to your father. - Hey.

- Bye, we love you. - Bye.

Love you.

Stop at the grocery, okay?

The grocery?

- Yeah, for garbage bags. - Garbage bags?

- Please? - Okay.

Come on, let's go.

Bye.

Mary, I'm headed down to the prison

for my fourth session with Kolberg.

Oh, please remind Professor Collins

that he'll be seeing all my fourth-year

thesis advisees this afternoon.

Um, put a note on my desk, will you please,

in big letters: "Garbage bags."

And, oh, you'll be receiving a copy

on criminal psychology this afternoon

for the Psych Quarterly Review.

I'd appreciate it if you'd,

I'd appreciate it if you'd,

if you'd send a copy to all the members

of my postgraduate seminar.

And indicate that this will be groundwork

for the next few months of classes.

Mrs. Chrushank?

Yes?

I'm Dr. Webb.

Your husband's condition has stabilized.

Oh, thank God.

- It's a miracle he survived that accident.

Mm.

He'll live.

But, Mrs. Chrushank,

I'm sorry, we can't save his arm.

Oh, God.

No.

- Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully.

Oh.

I can give him a new arm.

What do you,

what do you mean you, what?

Okay, why don't you sit down.

Mr. Dean Kates,

to Main Reception.

Mr. Dean Kates to Main Reception.

Um, you mean, like,

like a plastic or

prosthetic or something?

We have a donor who suits your husband,

who can give him a normal human arm

as fully functional as the one he's lost.

Now, unfortunately,

I need to perform the operation immediately.

To maximize the chance of success,

I need your signature right away.

Oh, God, I don't know, um.

Couldn't we,

Couldn't we wait and ask him?

There's no time, I'm afraid.

Every second counts.

Police officers

and life support techs report to O.R. 5.

Bill.

Bill.

There's nothing to worry about.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

Hi, honey.