Psych-Out Page #3

Want to dance?

What?

Want to dance?

I can't. What?

I... can't... dance.

Why? It's easy.

I can't hear the music.

I forgot.

Well, wait a minute. I saw

you tapping to the beat.

I was watching Stoney.

Say, do you guys have representation?

No we don't.

That's why we keep trying

to write to Washington.

Cool it, Ben.

I'm an agent.

How would you guys like a

chance at The Ballroom?

Great.

Give me a call.

I liked having you there tonight.

Too bad you couldn't hear the music.

What did that agent want?

To make us famous... like The Airplane.

Hmm.

Better not let Dave hear that.

We didn't go looking for him.

I mean he came after us.

I mean, all I know about the

guy, is that he's legitimate.

And that he said that he would

get us in The Ballroom.

Two dollars and fifty cents will get

you into The Ballroom, no problem.

David... the acid has curdled

and turned you sour.

No. I see my friend who'll soon be up to

his eyes in dollars and self-importance.

Maybe I should cultivate him.

It's real good to see you

in the daylight, though.

I know you just crawled out

of your hole to save my soul.

Games again, Stoney.

Could be you're starting to need

things and starting to want things.

And what you don't want to much,

they can't take away from you.

I don't need anything.

Well, pretty soon that little girl

you're pretending not to notice.

That one standing right there

with her eyes full of love.

Pretty soon you'll start worrying

about whether you can afford her.

And then it's "buy now, pay later".

9 to 5 ... the rest of your life.

Pretty soon, the bogey-man will get me.

You're looking lovely

this morning, Jenny.

Tell him I'm right. You're not one

to play games. Tell him how it is.

I'm just catching a bus.

Good morning.

Hi, how are you? Fine

Come on, we'll be late.

Okay, come on, let's go.

Death.

Death is... merely the instant

passage to eternal being.

A final escape ..

From the travail that man

has heaped upon himself.

It is a loss.

Only for the living.

We, who in our loneliness

cherish his... sweet... memory.

And now... while we celebrate

his needless death.

We celebrate the end of death.

This glorious day when man has

finally denied and revoked ..

His right to assassinate.

Denied and revoked his right

to assassinate his fellow man.

War... capital punishment.

Murder... highway slaughter... are

but memories of an inhuman age.

An age before man

discovered his primal urge.

And used it in the more

creative act of "love".

Hold it, hold it. Hold it, hold it.

Ben, those are dotted quarters

right there... right here.

You come in. ... it's 3, 4. 1, 2. Then

you come in with an open fifth... okay?

Got you.

Alright, let's do it.

Ready? 1, 2, 3, 4 ... 1, 2.

Doesn't anybody care about

anything? Or do anything?

Okay, alright... let's do

Kaleidoscope next.

Stoney, I'm going out to take a walk.

Or maybe... maybe Red River Dream

is better pacing. I don't know.

Stoney.

Jenny, what do you want?

Can't you see that we're working?

I want to tell you I'm going for a walk.

Take it! I don't have a leash on you.

Alright... fine!

Alright, come on. Red River Dream.

Ready?

1 ... 2 ..

3 ... 4 ..

Alright, okay. That's alright. I've

got to take a break now. I'm tired.

I don't know why you're so uptight man.

The Ballroom is just another gig.

It was just another gig, man.

I'd like to get out of this

world for about a week.

Hmm. How about a trip on STP?

Yeah, 72 hours, right?

I'm not getting near that stuff.

They don't even know what's in it.

They say it's LSD, cocaine

and methedrine.

It's like driving a Ferrari with the

gas pedal strapped to the floor.

I'll tell you what's

in it . it's J. B. 314.

It's a derivative of a nerve

gas that the Army developed.

That's what I heard, anyway.

The worse thing about it is, once you're

up, you can't get down, you know.

And chlorpromazine just makes it worse.

You know. So, I'm telling you it's

nothing to play around with.

I'm going for a walk.

You going to look for Jenny?

This is mine... and it belongs to me.

I'm only taking what belongs to me.

Don't touch it... it's mine.

It's Holy. God gave it to me.

It's a present from God to me.

He guided my hands when I made it.

You're Steve Davis, aren't you?

You've got to make that promise.

"The Seeker", right?

You have to promise me... that you won't

touch this... and you'll let me go.

Yeah, heh... don't worry, man.

I'm not going to touch you.

I'm not going to stop you from

anything. Everything is cool.

I'm going to take this

with me... it's a shrine.

I need it for meditation... the truth.

The truth is in the fire.

Listen Steve, your sister is here.

You know what I just said?

That's really true.

You're a little high so ..

Absolute concentration.

You can see the flame.

Your sister is here. We've been

looking all over for you.

Your sister is here.

My little sister, Jenny?

She's been trying to find you, man.

You mean, that my little

sister Jenny really made it?

Listen, you want to come with me

right now, man? I'll take you to her.

Oh no... no. I tell you what.

You give me a day to get my

head straight... and I will come.

Okay.

Don't tell her you've seen me here.

Okay.

She was the ..

She was the sweetest little kid.

Now, it's been a long time

since I left her there.

Where?

Oh at the house where we were little.

I ran from the misery of that house

as... soon as I was old enough to.

I left there the day that ..

The day that they took her things away.

What things?

Kids things, you know.

Things that a little kid collects.

It was just a box of nonsense but

they were important things to her.

They belonged to her.

A treasure-chest of inviolable personal

belongings of incontestable ownership.

I mean that those things were

hers. They belong to her.

You see, I had a mother, that was a very

ugly woman. She had a fake awful voice.

A patient voice.

It was as stifling as the

clothes that she wore.

And she had a hatred for

everything that grew or walked.

Anything that had a

chance in life, she hated.

She had one of those knowing ..

Understanding, forgiving smiles ..

Her touch was just like a... sting.

She was clever too.

She was clever at thinking

up new punishments.

And then... and then

Jenny became like a ..

A wounded animal, a stricken animal.

That was in a great deal of pain.

She was snatching at air.

When she grabbed hold of my mother's leg,

she was grabbing on to save her life.

She was grabbing on as if the limb was

disembodied from her b*tch enemy above.

Then it happened to her.

Something terrible happened to her.

She just didn't seem like

a little girl any more.

She seemed like a dying animal that

was trying to run away from its pain.

It was as if the most terrible thing

that could ever happen to you ..

Had finally made itself clear to her.

And I... I don't really

remember what I saw.

Except ..

Something ..

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