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Equus!

Equus!

Equus!

Equus! Equus!

Eq... Equus! Equus!

Equus!

Suddenly, I realized whose face

I'd seen in my dream.

On every victim across the stone,

it was his stare accusing me.

But what of?

Well...

How are you this morning?

Sorry if I gave you a

start last night, I...

I was collecting some papers

from my office,

and I thought I'd look in on you.

Do you dream often?

Do you dream often?

Do you?

It's my job to ask the questions,

yours to answer them.

- Says who?

- Says me.

Do you dream often?

Do you?

Now, look, Alan...

I'll answer if you answer.

In turns.

Very well.

Only, we have to speak the truth.

Very well.

So.

Do you dream often?

Yes.

- Do you?

- Yes.

Do you have a special dream?

No.

Do you?

Yes. What was your dream about last night?

Can't remember. What's yours about?

I said, the truth.

That is the truth. What's yours about?

The special one.

Carving up children.

It's my turn.

What is your first memory of a horse?

I can't remember.

You have no recollection of the first time

you ever noticed a horse?

I just told you. It's my turn.

All right.

Are you married?

Lam.

Is she a doctor, too?

My turn.

What, uh...

What is, uh, "Eq"?

You shouted it out in

your sleep last night.

I thought perhaps you might like

to talk about it.

Plop, plop, fizz, fizz.

Oh, what a relief it is.

Plop, plop.

Come on now, Alan,

you can do better than that.

So, Double Your pleasure

double your fun.

You Can Double Everything

Rolled into one, one.

All right, good morning.

What do you mean?

We're finished for today.

Only had five minutes.

Too bad.

Didn't you hear me? I said, "Good morning."

Well, that's not fair.

- No?

- No.

The government pays

you 50 an hour to see me.

I know, I heard, downstairs.

So, go back downstairs

and hear some more.

That's not fair.

You're a swizz.

Bloody swizz! Swizz!

Do I have to call a nurse?

She puts a finger on me, and I'll bash her.

She'll bash you a damn sight harder,

I can assure you of that.

Now, go.

On a beach.

What?

Where I first saw a horse.

Sod.

How old were you?

ALAN". How should I know? Six.

What were you doing there?

ALAN'. Nothing.

Digging-

Sandcastles?

Well, what else?

MARTINI GO On.

That's a terrific castle.

It must've taken a long time to build.

You can stroke him if you like.

He won't mind.

His name's Trojan. Easy there, Troj.

Easy, boy.

Easy there, Trojan.

Oh, you can hardly reach from down there.

You want to come up?

Come on, then.

No, come round this side.

You always mount a horse from the left.

I'll give you a lift up, okay?

Now, do nothing at all.

Easy, boy! Easy!

Don't be frightened, now.

Hold on tight to his mane

and grip with your knees.

That's it. Come on, now. Let's go.

Do you want to go faster?

All you have to do is say,

"Come on, Trojan, bear me away."

Say it, then!

Bear me away.

I can't hear you. Say it!

Bear me away!

Come on, Trojan!

Alan!

Alan! Alan!

- Alan!

- Alan!

MR. STRANG'. Nam!

Alan!

What... Come back here!

Alan!

Alan! Alan. Hey, you!

Easy, boy, easy.

What do you imagine you're doing?

- Imagine?

- What is my son doing up there?

It's all right, Frank.

He's not hurt, is he?

Don't you think to ask permission

before doing a thing stupid like that?

It's lovely, Dad.

The boy is perfectly safe.

Please don't be hysterical!

Don't you be la-de-da with me, young man.

Come down, here, Alan,

you heard what your mother said.

No.

- Come down here at once.

- No.

- Right this moment! I said, this moment!

- No.

Frank.

Ugh!

Watch it! Are you mad?

Alan!

Do you want to terrify the horse?

You're a public menace, you know that?

Easy, Trojan.

How dare you pick up children

and put them on dangerous animals!

- Dangerous?

- Frank, the boy's hurt.

Look at his eyes, they're rolling.

So are yours.

Frank, he's cut himself. The boy's hurt.

I'm not, I'm not! I'm not!

I'm not, I'm not! I'm not!

I'm not, I'm not! I'm not!

That's all I remember.

And a lot, too.

Thank you.

Do you know...

Do you know, I've...

I've never been on a horse in my life?

Nor me.

You mean, since that?

Yeah.

Never?

No.

How come?

I didn't care to.

You mean to say, you never rode,

even when you were at the stables?

No.

Wasn't that part of the job?

No, didn't have to.

Why not? Surely it would've been fun, after

being cooped up in that shop all week.

Just didn't care to, that's all.

Anyway, it's my turn.

I told you a secret, you tell me one.

All right.

There are patients who have things

to tell me,

but they're ashamed to...

Say them to my face.

What do you think I do about that?

What?

I give them this little tape recorder.

They go off to another room,

and they send the tape back through nurse.

They don't have to listen to it with me.

Stupid.

Quite simple, really.

You press this button and speak into this.

Anyway, our time's up for today.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Maybe.

Maybe?

If I feel like it.

Stupid.

I thought I'd go in tomorrow,

and see the boy.

Would you come?

Frank, it's not right, your not...

But you should.

You've got to tell him.

The doctor, I mean.

He should know about that.

You think it's important?

Yes, I do.

Why'?

Well, it just could be.

It was sexy.

That's what you want to know, isn't it?

Hello?

Hello, Doctor.

I hope it's not too late.

Uh, no, Mrs. Strang.

Uh, no, it's just that,

uh, Mr. Strang and I were talking,

and we felt there was something

you might want to know.

Could I come and see you tomorrow?

Why don't I come to see you?

I'm talking about the beach,

that time that I told you about.

I was pushed forward on the horse.

There was sweat on my legs from his neck.

His sides were all warm...

The smell...

And turning him...

All that power, going anywhere you wanted.

And then, Dad...

It's about the picture...

Of the horse.

Uh, the one on his bedroom wall?

I'm afraid I... I didn't quite tell

you all about it... last time.

I didn't think it was that important.

You see...

It actually took the place

of another kind of picture altogether.

What kind?

It was a reproduction of our Lord

on his way to Calvary.

Uh, Alan insisted on buying

it with his own pocket money,

and hanging it where he could see it,

last thing at night.

My husband was very displeased.

And, to be fair, it is a little extreme.

Then, one day,

Mr. Strang and I had one

of our tiffs about religion,

and he went straight up the stairs,

and tore it off the boy's wall.

Alan went quite hysterical.

He cried for days, without stopping.

But he recovered when

he was given the picture of the horse?

Oh, yes.

Uh, he hung it in exactly the same place.

And we had no more of that awful weeping.

Mr. Dalton?

My name is Dysart. I'm a doctor.

I'm dealing with Alan Strang.

I mean, I'm treating Alan Strang.

I know this is an intrusion, but I,

I'd like to have a talk with you.

I realize this must be difficult for you.

Difficult?

For lack of a word.

If I had my way,

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