Crash Page #2

Was I glib?

"James Dean died of a broken neck|and became immortal."

I couldn't resist.

Oh, God.

What happened?

Here. Lie down.

They did the James Dean crash.

It seemed to go perfectly, but then|he was feeling nauseous on the way back.

I'm sure it's concussion.

We're familiar enough with that,|aren't we?

Seagrave.

Seagrave,|I really would like...

to work out the details...

of the Jayne Mansfield crash|with you.

We could do the decapitation.

The head embedded|in the windshield.

And the dead dog thing,|you know.

You know, the chihuahua|in the back seat.

I got it all worked out.

I'll be ready, Vaughan.

I want really big tits.

Out to here.

So the audience can see 'em get|all cut up and crushed on the dashboard.

Yeah, we'll do that.

Ballard, I need your help.

Do you live here with Seagrave?

No, I live in my car.|This is my workshop.

This is my new project.

You recognize her?

That's Gabrielle.

She's right outside the door there.

I thought|you might be missing these.

Here you are,|at the nerve centre.

Vaughan makes everything|look like a crime, doesn't he?

What exactly is your project,|Vaughan?

A book of car crashes?

A medical study?

A sensational documentary?

Global traffic?

It's something...

we are all intimately involved in.

The reshaping of the human body|by modern technology.

He must have f***ed a lot of women|in that huge car of his.

It's like a bed on wheels.

It must smell of semen.

It does.

Do you find him attractive?

He's very pale.

Covered with scars.

Would you like to f*** him, though,|in that car?

No.

But when he's in that car, he-

Have you seen his penis?

Looks like it's badly scarred...

from a motorcycle accident.

Is he circumcised?

Can you imagine|what his anus looks like?

Describe it to me.

Would you like to sodomize him?

Would you like to put your penis|right into his anus?

Just thrust it up his anus?

Tell me.|Describe it to me.

Tell me what you would do.

How could you just kiss him|in that car?

Describe how you'd reach over...

and unzip his greasy jeans...

take out his penis.

Would you kiss it|or suck it right away?

Which hand would you hold it in?

Have you ever sucked a penis?

Do you know|what semen tastes like?

Have you ever tasted semen?

Some semen|is saltier than others.

Vaughan's semen|must be very salty.

Have you come?

I'm all right.

Finish your story.

The junior pathologist|at Ashford Hospital.

Then the husband|of a colleague of mine.

Then...

a trainee radiologist.

Then the service manager|at my garage.

You had sex with all those men|in cars?

Only in cars?

Yes.|I didn't plan it that way.

Did you fantasize that Vaughan|was photographing all these sex acts...

as though they were|traffic accidents?

Yes.

They felt like traffic accidents.

We must accumulate|all the paper we can, Ballard.

Some of the stuff|that Helen brought back is terrific.

Tolerances of the human face|in crash impacts.

Mechanisms of-

Where is the-

I'm sure we see this again|in slow motion- closer, I mean.

In detail.

We can watch another tape.

No. I know this tape.

That tape player's f***ed.

That's what it is.|It always does that.

It always does that.

You're upset.

I'm all right.

I'm all right now.

I've always wanted|to drive a crash car.

You could get your wish|at any moment.

I mean a crash car|with a history.

Camus' Vega...

Nathaniel West's station wagon...

Grace Kelly's Rover 3500.

Just fix it enough|to get it rolling.

Don't clean it.|Don't touch anything else.

Is that why you drive this car?

Do you see Kennedy's assassination|as a special kind of car crash?

The case could be made.

Here.|Take a look at this.

Tell me what you think of these.

Yeah, you recognize this one.|This is James Dean.

This is the next one Seagrave and I|are gonna do-Jayne Mansfield.

It's all very satis"fy"ing.

I'm not sure I understand why.

That's the future, Ballard...

and you're already|a part of it.

You're beginning to see that|for the first time...

there's benevolent psychopathology|that beckons towards us.

For example, the car crash|is a fertilizing...

rather than a destructive event...

a liberation of sexual energy...

mediating the sexuality|of those who have died...

with an intensity that's impossible|in any other form.

To experience that,|to live that, that is-

that's my project.

What about the reshaping|of the human body by modern technology?

I thought that was your project.

That's just|a crude sci-fi concept.

It kind of floats on the surface|and doesn't threaten anybody.

I use it to test the resilience of my|potential partners in psychopathology.

- What's going on, baby?|- What's going on with you?

- You wanna go for a ride?|- You and your friend?

- Just me and my friend here.|- All right, that's cool.

- Don't go away.|- I'm not. What you got under there?

- I'm clean.|- You got a place?

Just right back there,|in the back seat of my car.

- In your car?|- We'll drive. It'll be nice.

- You're a good driver?|- Absolutely. Sixty dollars.

- Sixty dollars?|- You'll get a nice, scenic ride.

- One-fifty for the two.|- No, it's just me.

- Just you?|- If he does get involved, 150.

- Maybe.|- What do you mean?

I'm saying, is he all right?

Come here, sweetie.

- Open your mouth.|- Yes, daddy.

There you go. Don't want you|blowing it up my urethra.

James, you drive.

James, we're leaving now.|You want a lift?

No, thank you.

Catherine's coming to pick me up.

What's going on?

They've been questioning Vaughan|about an accident at the airport.

A pedestrian was killed.

They think he was run over|intentionally.

Vaughan isn't interested|in pedestrians.

Don't you think he looks a bit shaky?

- Maybe I should drive him.|- Where's your car?

At home.|I couldn't face the traffic.

Why don't I drive?

You coming?

That's it. Yeah.

Yes.

Let's record this.

This is a work of art.

Absolutely a work of art.

Oh, yes, yes.

Slow down. Not so fast.

Slow down. Stop.

You couldn't wait for me?

You did the Jayne Mansfield crash|without me?

Oh, the dog.|The dog is brilliant.

I must have driven through something.

There's some blood on the car.

Here on the handle,|and on the wheel.

Also on the wheel well.

See?

If the police stop you again,|they may impound the car.

You're right, Ballard.|You're right.

There's an all-night car wash|by the airport service area.

Watch yourself.

Is there something here|that interests you?

This interests me.

I'd like to see if I can fit into a car|designed for a normal body.

Could you help me into it, please?

Yeah, sure.

Are these safe cars?

Yes, of course.|They're very safe.

I'm caught.

Oh, sh*t.

F***! This is bad.|This is really bad.

James, somebody named Vaughan.|You want it?

Hello. Ballard.

I need to see you.|I need to talk about the project.

Where are you?

I think you're making it too clean.

Medical tattoos|are supposed to be clean.

This is not a medical tattoo.|This is a prophetic tattoo.

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