Doctor Strange Page #2

Fine. I can't watch you

do this to yourself anymore.

Too difficult for you, is it?

- Yes.

It is. And it breaks my heart to see

you this way. - No. Don't pity me.

I'm not pitying you.

- Oh yeah? Then what are you doing here?

Bringing cheese and wine as if we're

old friends going for a picnic?

We are not friends, Christine.

We were barely lovers.

You just love a sob story, don't you?

Is that what I am to you now?

Poor Stephen Strange, charity case.

He finally needs me. Another dreg

of humanity for you to work on.

Fix him up and send him back into

the world, heart is just humming...

You care so much! Don't you?!?

Goodbye, Stephen.

Told you so!

Pangborn, J.

Metropolitan General Hospital

Come on, man! Where is the competition?

You talk a lot!

Jonathan Pangborn, C7-C8 spinal

cord injury, complete.

Who are you?

- Paralyzed from the mid-chest down.

Partial paralysis of both hands.

I don't know you.

I'm Stephen Strange. I'm a

neurosurgeon. Was a neurosurgeon.

Actually, you know what, man?

I think I know you.

I came to your office once.

You refused to see me.

I never got past your assistant.

You were untreatable.

- No glory for you in that, right?

You came back from a place

there is no way back from!

I... I'm trying to find my own way back.

Hey, Pangborn, you in it or not?

Alright.

I'd given up on my body.

I thought my mind was

the only thing I had

left. I should at least

try to elevate that.

So I sat with gurus, and sacred women.

Strangers carried me to mountain tops

to see holy men.

And finally, I found my teacher.

And my mind was elevated.

And my spirit deepened.

And somehow...

- Your body healed. - Yes.

And there were deeper

secrets to learn then,

but I did not have the strength

to receive them.

I chose to settle for my miracle,

and I came back home.

The place you're looking for

is called Kamar-Taj.

But the cost is high.

- How much?

I'm not talking about money.

Good luck.

Give me the ball!

Kathmandu, Nepal

Excuse me. Kamar-Taj?

Do you know where Kamar-Taj is?

Sign:
"Himalayan Healing!

Find Peace! Find Yourself!"

Kamar-Taj?

Kamar-Taj...

Okay.

Guys, I... I don't have any money.

- Your watch.

No, please. It's all I have left.

- Your watch.

Alright.

You're looking for Kamar-Taj?

Really? Are you sure

you got the right place?

That one looks a little more...

Kamar-y Taj-y.

I once stood in your place.

And I, too, was... disrespectful.

So might I offer you some advice?

Forget everything you think you know.

Uh... alright.

The sanctuary of our teacher.

The Ancient One.

The Ancient One?

What's his real name?

Right. Forget everything I

think I know. I'm sorry.

Thank you for... huh!

Okay, that's, uh... a thing...

Thank you.

Hello.

Uh, thank you.

And thank you.

Uh, thank you, Ancient One...

for... seeing me...

You're very welcome.

The Ancient One. - Thank you, Master

Mordo. Thank you, Master Hamir!

Mr. Strange!

Doctor, actually.

- Well, no. Not anymore, surely.

Isn't that why you're here?

You've undergone many procedures.

Seven, right?

- Yeah...

Good tea.

Did you heal a man named

Pangborn? A paralyzed man.

In a way.

- You helped him to walk again.

Yes. - How do you correct a

complete C7-C8 spinal cord injury?

Oh, I didn't correct it.

He couldn't walk;

I convinced him that he could.

You're not suggesting

it was psychosomatic?

When you reattach a

severed nerve, is it you

who heals it back

together or the body?

It's the cells.

- And the cells are only programmed

to put themselves together

in very specific ways.

That's right. - What if I told you

that your own body could be convinced

to put itself back together

in all sorts of ways?

You're talking about

cellular regeneration.

That's... bleeding-edge medical tech.

Is that why you're working here,

without a governing medical board?

I mean... just how experimental

is your treatment?

Quite.

So, you figured out a way to

reprogram nerve cells to self-heal?

No, Mr. Strange.

I know how to reorient the spirit

to better heal the body.

Spirit... to heal the body.

Huh. A... Al... Al... alright.

How do we do that? Where do we start?

Don't like that map?

Oh, no. It's... it's very good.

It's just...

you know, I've seen it before.

In gift shops.

And what about this one?

- Acupuncture, great. - Yeah?

What about... that one?

You're showing me an MRI scan?

I can not believe this.

Each of those maps was drawn up by someone

who could see in part, but not the whole.

I spent my last dollar getting here

on a one-way ticket, and you're talking

to me about healing through belief?

You're a man who's looking

at the world through a keyhole,

and you spent your whole life

trying to widen that keyhole.

To see more, know more. And now,

on hearing that it can be widened

in ways you can't imagine,

you reject the possibility?

No, I reject it because I do

not believe in fairy tales

about chakras, or energy,

or the power of belief.

There is no such thing as spirit!

We are made of matter, and nothing more.

We're just another tiny, momentary speck

within an indifferent universe.

You think too little of yourself.

- Oh, you think you see through me, do you?

Well, you don't. But I see through you!!!

What did you just do to me?!? - I pushed

your astral form out of your physical form.

What's in that tea? Psilocybin? LSD?

Just tea.

With a little honey.

What just happened? - For a moment,

you entered the astral dimension.

What?? - A place where the soul

exists apart from the body.

Why are you doing this to me?

- To show you just how much you don't know.

Open your eye.

No! No... No! Sh*t!

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

This isn't real it isn't real it isn't

His heart rate are getting

dangerously high.

He looks alright to me.

You think you know how the world works?

You think that this material

universe is all there is?

What is real?

What mysteries lie beyond

the reach of your senses?

At the root of existence,

mind and matter meet.

Thoughts shape reality.

This universe is only one

of an infinite number.

Worlds without end.

Some benevolent and life-giving;

Others filled with malice and hunger.

Dark places, where powers

older than time lie...

ravenous... and waiting.

Who are you in this vast multiverse,

Mr. Strange?

Have you seen that before in a gift shop?

Teach me!

No.

No... No!

No, no, no, no no no no!

No! Open the door! Please!

Thank you, Masters.

You think I'm wrong to cast him out?

5 hours later, he's still on your doorstep.

There's a strength to him.

Stubbornness, arrogance, ambition...

I've seen it all before.

He reminds you of Kaecilius?

I can not lead another

gifted student to power,

only to lose him to the darkness.

You didn't lose me. I wanted

the power to defeat my enemies.

You gave me the power

to defeat my demons.

And to live within the natural law.

We never lose our demons, Mordo.

We only learn to live above them.

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