Mr. Jones Page #4

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You want to do this, I know you do.

There! There it is!

You see it? The road to forgiveness.

I'll talk about me. I will.

Just turn. Come on.

Yes! I knew it! I knew she'd do it! Yes!

So, what were you doing

on the stage that night?

Picking up the tempo.

Why would you do that?

Look, Ode to Joy was meant

to be played allegro vivace:

Quickly, with life.

Beethoven might have been stone deaf,

but he had an impeccable sense of time.

If he wasn't dead, he'd have dragged

that bastard offstage.

Truth be known, I was just there

protecting my friend Ludwig.

- You know a lot about music, don't you?

- Yeah, yeah.

Do you play?

There. Go ahead.

Have you ever played?

- Shall we dance?

- No way.

Come on, Elizabeth! A couple of steps up,

everything's different.

I don't want different.

Want to know who I am?

You gotta go where I am.

If you don't get down right now, I'm going.

It's all right. Fear is allowed here.

It's just that I even get dizzy in high heels.

I know it's silly.

I know it's just a childhood thing.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Do you ever have flying dreams?

I don't know. Maybe when I was a kid.

You know, interesting.

I've asked that question all over the world

and everyone says the same thing.

Why is it only children have flying dreams?

She's late. She's late.

Not yet.

How did you get started?

A little psychiatric kit

for Christmas one year?

No.

Why'd you give up dancing?

How'd you know that?

The feet! You got crunched toes

heading east and west...

and you walk like a duck

when you're not paying any attention.

- I don't.

- You do! It's cute. I like it.

You still dance?

- What do you mean, "east and west"?

- Look at them!

If your legs followed your feet,

you'd split in half.

Were you a little ballerina

with ribbons in your hair?

- They do not.

- They do!

What happened to her?

This "Little Miss Twinkletoes"?

I had a wild couple of months

where every morning I'd wake up...

and something was different.

Like somebody was stretching

my body parts when I was asleep.

I felt like I had arms down to my knees

and a neck about 18-inches long.

I didn't even want to leave my room.

I thought I looked like Lurch,

from the Addams Family.

Yes, I know.

- It's hell, isn't it?

- What?

Growing up.

Yeah. It stinks.

My new boots! Damn!

Yeah. Home sweet home.

You're an interesting man, Mr. Jones.

- Would you want to make me ordinary?

- No.

I want you to be well.

"Well"? I'm well, believe me.

I am ecstatic.

You want to cure me of that?

That's just your chemistry talking.

Chemistry again?

It's all chemical.

The whole universe is chemical.

You're chemicals. I'm chemicals.

Love, sadness, pain, grief.

If I touch you, touch you here...

you feel something, right?

If I touch you back here....

Lean forward a little bit.

Lean forward. Drop your head.

Drop your head a little more.

Right there.

You hold your tension right there,

don't you?

Just an observation.

- Wonderful afternoon, wasn't it?

- Yes.

Thanks for the ride.

- 'Bye.

- 'Bye.

Mr. Jones!

Your chemicals.

- All right. Then 3:00.

- That's good.

- What do you want?

- I just want my tools, that's all.

Don't worry about your tools.

Worry about staying out of trouble.

I wanted to thank you

about giving me the chance.

- No problem.

- I'm sorry, I was a little strange.

- Why don't you get lost?

- Maybe you could give me another chance.

Hey, pal, I'm telling you,

why don't you get lost, all right?

You gotta be f***ing joking,

you f***ing lunatic.

I'll come back tomorrow. That's better.

That's a lot better. Okay?

I'll come back.... What about my tools?

Hey, man.

How you feeling?

I'm okay. I appreciate what you did for me.

That's all right. Listen, I got your tools

at the house. You want to come get them?

Okay, everybody. All right, Peytan,

you lead everybody in grace.

Thank you for the food

that we're blessed to have.

Thank you for our health, our home...

and our family. Amen.

Mr. Jones, may I have your plate, please?

Pass that glass down.

Pass that glass down.

Hi, kid.

What's up?

Do you know how to do this?

What do you got there, math?

All right, now the thing you gotta

remember about long division...

is that it's short division,

just smaller numbers.

I can do this.

Hello, yeah. I understand you're the doctor

who's treating Mr. Jones?

What can I do for you?

You know, Doctor!

What?

I don't know, he seems

like he's really having some problems.

Mr. Jones.

I can't stop the sadness!

It's all right. It's all right.

"Taking showers used to be a bore

"Now it isn't boring anymore

"'Cause the shower situation

stimulates imagination

"And I found my inspiration in the shower"

You can join in anytime.

We can do this as a round, if you'd like.

"Taking showers..."

My dad and I had a fight.

My mother was crying.

And I stayed up all night waiting.

I broke their hearts.

Are you taping this?

Yeah.

Do you mind?

Doesn't matter.

Mr. Jones, the way I see it,

we're dealing with two problems here.

One is chemical, and we're treating that.

And the other one is...

I think...

your pain.

It'll take hard work

for us to get at those feelings.

Do you understand?

Will you work with me?

Do we have a deal?

Now, what we want to do is

let our movement express how we feel.

Okay? Let yourself move

through the space...

and express your inner life.

Okay, just be gentle, all right?

That's right. Yeah. Just let it out.

Just let it come up somehow. It's in here?

It's in there? Just let it out.

Mr. Jones? What are you being?

An erection.

I have no memory.

You can't remember anything?

Sometimes.

What happens when

you can't remember anything?

I can't stop. It makes me....

Good.

Very good.

Mr. Jones, how about you?

Don't you want to paint something?

This is your opportunity

to really express yourself.

Tell me about the first time

you got into trouble.

Okay.

Now I will tell you the first time...

l got into trouble.

I was working in a construction crew,

building tract houses.

And I was a pretty tough guy

and I was getting into things...

with guys, and no one was gonna

mess with me 'cause I was very tough.

I was a tough guy.

I am a very, very tough guy.

At the same time, I was also like going out

with a really groovy girl named Ellen.

And, Ellen went and died, you know.

And then I did things that weren't good.

And I broke things and hit people and stuff.

Then they took me tojail, right?

So they took me tojail...

and I'm sitting injail,

then I'm climbing the bars...

and I'm like doing stuff

and I'm climbing up there...

and I'm screaming out

that I'm King Kong.

And all this stuff. You know, so then

they take me away to a mental hospital.

- Where?

- Houston.

- Why are you lying?

- I'm not lying.

I'm not lying!

Yeah. You were King Kong

in a jail in Houston.

Houston.

Houston.

Yeah.

Okay. You want to come back tomorrow?

Okay.

I was in college.

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