Opus 40: The Master-Work of Environmental Artist Harvey Fite Page #6

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- It's not you.

- Shut the f*** up!

- It's not you.

(CONTINUES PANTING)

- You are asleep.

Your spirit was free...

...moving from body

to the next body, free...

Free for a moment.

Then it was captured

by an invader force

bent on turning you

to the darkest way.

You've been implanted

with a push-pull mechanism

that keeps you fearful of

authority and destructive.

We are in the middle of a battle

that's a trillion years in the making,

- and it's bigger than the both of us.

- You're making this sh*t up!

You make this sh*t up!

You don't know what

you're talking about.

I don't know what

I'm talking about?

No, you don't.

I give you facts.

- You don't give me facts!

- They are not opinions.

- What facts? What facts?

- They are f***ing facts!

- What facts? What facts?

- F*** you!

- F*** you! F*** you!

- F*** you! F*** you!

- Why don't you kick the bed some more?

- F*** you!

- F*** you, you lazy ass piece of sh*t!

- F*** you. F*** you.

- I'm not lazy!

- I'm done!

- You're f***ing lazy!

- Oh, you make sh*t up...

- You're f***in' lazy!

- Your f***ing family hates you!

- Your son hates you!

- Oh, they do?

- Yeah! Your son hates you.

- Who f***ing likes you except for me?

- Nobody!

- Except for me.

- No, you don't f***ing like me.

- Who likes you except for me?

Shut up!

- Except for me?

- You, shut up!

- I'm the only one who likes you.

MAN:
- F*** you!

- F*** you, too!

- F*** you!

F*** you!

- Just me, Freddie.

- Just you?

I'm the only one that likes you.

The only one.

You're a f***ing drunk.

And I'm done with you.

F***ing...

(URINATING)

MAN:
- Mr. Dodd?

- Yes?

MAN:
You're hereby ordered

to pay back $11,000

to the Mildred Drummond Foundation

no later than June first,

otherwise to incur

penalties of interest.

There's also the matter of

$1,500 in fuel and damages

to Mrs. Drummond's sailing yacht,

that shall be repaid on the same date.

(GAVEL SLAMMING)

- Dad?

- Yes?

I don't think Freddie's as committed

to The Cause as The Cause is to him.

When I told Freddie about

your unpublished work...

...his question to me was...

... "What is something like that worth?"

I think Freddie Quell's a spy.

Perhaps working

for some outside agency,

or the man's working for himself.

To steal and sell your book

to any dissenters who may want it.

"How do we know who he is?"

is perhaps the question.

And "What is the reason

he is here if he is past help?"

ELIZABETH:

He makes me nervous.

I think he wants me.

I think he's in love with me.

I wonder how he got here,

and what he's after.

Is it really all so easy

that he just came across us?

He's a drunk,

and he's dangerous.

And he will be our undoing

if we continue to have him here.

Thank you...

...all of you...

...for your honesty.

But...

...if we are not helping him,

then it is we

who have failed him.

'Tis it not?

Perhaps he's past help.

Or insane.

Thank you, truly.

Thank you.

Food for thought.

(PIANO PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

There you go.

Oh! Almost.

(INDISTINCT)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(BOTH SHOUTING)

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

(SHOUTING, LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

(APPLAUSE)

Freddie, stand in the middle

of the room, please.

Pick a spot over there,

touch it, and describe it to me.

Um... It's wood, wall.

Fine, fine.

Walk to this window over here.

Touch a spot on the window

and describe it to me.

It just feels like glass.

Well, that's because it is glass.

Describe it.

Describe it the best you can.

- Well, it's smooth.

- Right.

It's warm, warmer than the wood,

because the sun's coming through.

Very good.

Very good. Now, walk to

that wall again, touch a spot.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

PEGGY:
This exercise will help

you with your concentration.

What color are my eyes?

Green.

Turn them blue.

(FREDDIE LAUGHS)

A Ferris wheel?

That's beautiful. Back again.

Faster, please.

Ooh.

Could we move that back?

- It's a f***ing wall!

- Could we move that back, please?

I feel it! It's wood!

Turn them black.

What color are my eyes?

Black.

Very good.

What we will do now

will urge you toward existence

within a group,

society or family.

This is called Application 45,

Version 1.

No matter what is said between

the subjects, we do not react.

- OK.

- No matter what is said.

And you must look at the subject.

You must look at the subject.

All right?

One minute.

Clark, you may begin.

Doris.

- Fail.

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

Fail.

It's the same f***ing wall.

Nothing. Nothing.

That's what I feel, nothing.

MASTER:
All right.

Lunch on the veranda today.

So, if you could all move,

except for you, Freddie.

Back again, please?

Everyone.

Beautiful day.

Well, luckily, I don't care.

- Doris, Doris, Doris, Doris, Doris.

- Doris.

See, it doesn't even affect me.

(LAUGHS)

Doris. Say it.

- Doris.

- Doris.

- Doris.

- Doris, see?

- You miss her?

- Huh?

Do you miss Doris?

Say her f***ing name again,

I swear to God.

- Doris.

- I swear to f***ing God!

Doris.

Doris, Doris, Doris.

This is difficult for you.

Listen.

"'It's really a damn shame to tease you

so, my little whore, he laughed,

'So, I will get the dildo

out of my cabinet in the next room.'

He was scarcely gone many

seconds before he returned,

and I felt his fingers

opening the lips of my c*nt.

'Oh, oh, who is that?'

I screamed from under my skirt."

I don't want to hear any of this.

Just listen. No reaction.

"Kiss her. Put your tongue

in her mouth, my boy.

F***, f***, f*** away."

Rocks, covered in moss.

Fields, running around,

barbed wire.

Open, storm...

Apples. Daddy, can you

pass the apples, please?

FREDDIE:
Cold, out at night.

Meadow... open.

Back again!

- It's a hard, slow process.

- I just don't understand it.

I don't either.

That's why we're here.

Do not do that, please?

Resume the exercise,

no matter what is said.

- What?

- You may talk to Clark.

One minute.

Whatever comes to your mind.

True or false.

I don't want to say anything.

Then don't say anything.

Just look at him. One minute.

Starting now.

I want to fart in your face.

I wish I could fart.

Because I'd fart in your face right now.

(GROANS)

Um...

Wallpaper.

(GROANS) Um...

I don't know,

this is getting really hard.

OK, all right.

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

I don't know.

How is this helping?

You'll see.

CLARK:
Doris.

She got rid of you, right?

She saw you for what you are:

selfish and alone.

You should go into the hospital

with your mother,

because that's where you belong.

Because you're sick,

and you're tired,

and you need to be alone,

away from people.

CLARK:
How many people

you kill, dummy?

Are you drunk, dummy?

Did you blow them all up

and burn them?

Dummy, dummy, dummy.

Can you stay still, dummy?

Can you, dum-dum?

Are you a loser?

You lunkhead.

(SCREAMS)

Fail.

- But...

- Fail.

Mannequin...

(KISSING)

(GRUNTING)

(CHUCKLING)

It's a f***ing wall!

It's a f***ing wall.

It's a f***ing wall.

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