The Fury Page #2

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You... want clothes?

Old clothes, anything you've got.

Well, you can see I need clothes.

I can't go anywhere like this.

- Just the clothes?

- Yes.

Oh, I had to leave the hotel

in a hurry, so...

could you spare

a couple of dollars?

I knew it.

This is a graphic example

of biofeedback.

We're converting the very low-voltage

alpha-wave energy

into electricity to run that train.

And that train will only run

when my friend Hester is in alpha.

Now, as you may have hoped,

there are more practical applications

to biofeedback training.

If you can regulate your brain waves,

you can control your heart rate,

blood pressure, headaches, backaches,

even, ladies, cold feet.

I work at the Paragon Institute,

where we study the phenomena

of extrasensory perception.

And we are using

biofeedback techniques

to tap the almost limitless resources

of the human mind.

And I am speaking now of such things

as thought transmissions,

commonly known as telepathy.

Now, that machine

is called a magnetometer,

and it records the fluctuations

of the human electromagnetic field

during our experiments,

and I guess Hester's had it.

Thank you, Hester.

I wanna stress that no particular talent

is needed to achieve this.

Anybody can achieve alpha...

with a little patience.

Wanna try?

Sure.

Try to remember that "alpha"

is another word for "passive".

Right.

Visualize sitting in an empty theatre

in front of a blank screen.

And let that screen fill your mind.

- OK?

- OK.

- What is she doing?

- I have no idea.

Don't mind about them.

It's OK. Are you all right?

Creep!

I'd say I'm pretty sound,

considering the ravages of time.

For instance,

I don't have the use

of any more than one

of my limbs or vital organs.

Good thing the Lord God Jehovah

built in so many spare parts.

But when the old ticker gives out,

that's it.

Ain't that the truth?

- How long do you think you'll be staying?

- Oh, shut up, Vivian.

- Let the boy enjoy his breakfast.

- Thank you.

- What is it they want you for?

- I'm a high-level security risk.

Ooh!

(Bell rings)

Did you get it yet?

- No.

- It's been over two months!

Would you shut up, Betsy?

It does not! I mean...

- Gillian, I was saving that seat for Cheryl.

- Too bad.

- Cheryl can sit over here.

- Oh, God.

Cheryl, I'm sorry. I tried to save a seat

for you, but Gillian just took it.

- Look, have my seat...

- Hey, watch it!

Good Lord, Pam! If you're that nervous,

why don't you masturbate?

Are you ready for tomorrow?

You two are so sweet!

When are you getting married?

See any ghosts today, Gillian?

- Cheryl, you're not very funny.

- Gillian's not very funny.

There are more mature ways

to get attention, don't you think, Gillian?

Have you seen

Mr Wadkins' new girlfriend?

Yeah, where'd he pick that ticket?

Read my mind.

- What?

- Tell me what I'm thinking.

Come on, right now.

Read my mind.

That's what they say you can do.

No, I don't know how to read minds,

Cheryl. It's ridiculous.

- Cheryl, just...

- Shut up, LaRue!

I only wanna find something out.

That's all.

All right, come on.

Oh, great! Now pay attention, everybody.

Gillian's gonna perform.

I didn't say I'd...

Cheryl, I don't know anything

about reading minds, all right?

I mean, I don't even know

what I'm thinkin' most of the time, so...

get off my back.

- Gillian, you're so full of sh*t.

- Cheryl, you're an a**hole. Just shut up.

She can't help being upset.

She has to take it out on someone.

What did you say?

You don't want everyone

to know that you're pregnant?

What? I would like for you

to explain that little remark.

Just what do you think

you know about me?

I'm sorry, I didn't...

- Tell me!

- Let go, Cheryl. Let go.

- Tell me!

- Please let go.

- Cheryl!

- Tell me!

No! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

(Screaming)

Help me!

I put some cookies in a bag for you.

- You might get hungry later on.

- Thank you.

How's your hair? Dry yet?

Oh, it's fine.

- Hey!

- Oh, just fine.

That Shinola will wash right out.

I'd appreciate it if you'd wait

till after MASH to let them go.

MASH?

I'll wait till Sunrise Semester:

Might as well just leave 'em there.

They ain't got anything to say

I wanna hear.

I've heard it all before.

Peter?

Uh, that's your real name?

That's right.

Can't see a reason

why you'd make up lies to tell me.

- I don't matter, anyhow.

- I wouldn't lie to you, Mother Nuckells.

You know that.

Then I hope you find your son.

If he's alive... I'll find him.

And if the Feds get in your way,

shoot 'em.

Just shoot 'em.

It's all they deserve.

There's so many of them.

They just keep coming.

Kill 'em! Kill 'em!

Now, don't overwork yourself,

Mother Nuckells.

It's bad for the old ticker.

Thank you.

(Muffled cries)

Would you let us outta here now?

No?

- (Muffled) Please!

- Get us outta here, do you hear?

Let's go check that out.

- That's all the way down.

- OK, man, I dig.

Hey, man. Check out Pops.

Let's see

what the old man got in the bag.

Watch One to Top Guy One.

Visual and clear. Do you copy?

- OK, let's have the bag.

- He's got a gun!

(Woman)

Come on, I wanna go home.

- (Man) Home with you?

- With me, yeah.

I'll never go home with you.

Come on.

- I don't wanna go home!

- You're gonna go home right now.

(Car horn)

Hey, how's that for a horn, huh?

- (I Orchestral music)

- But listen to that stereo.

You ever heard better f***in'

stereo sound in your life?

(Man) How can you be sure

it's Sandza?

(Childress) He had to be

in the neighbourhood.

All we had to do was wait.

I trained with him.

I know his style.

What's he doing now? Over.

'Looks like off-duty cops

in that Cadillac ahead of us.'

There's nothing he can do now.

- Can I help you, Pop?

- You're under arrest.

What?

You're under arrest

for impersonating police officers.

Hey, hey, look out!

What the hell...?

He's got a piece.

It's in my armpit.

All right...

what do you want me to do?

Drive down that alley. Fast.

Crazy son of a b*tch!

Take a right!

Head for Long River Drive.

Faster!

Holy sh*t!

- Should I drive a little faster?

- No. Slower.

Slower?

Right now you're the only two people

in the world I feel safe with.

I wanna enjoy your company.

Yeah, OK, sure, sure.

Why not?

We'll just cruise around a little bit.

Maybe after a while

you'll wanna talk.

Yeah.

What's your name?

- Peter.

- I'm Marty O'Brien.

Is that gun too uncomfortable

in your armpit?

No, no. I want you to meet my partner,

Officer Eggleston.

Uh... hi, Peter.

Why don't you call me Bob?

Hi, Bob. Nice car.

Yeah, it's brand-new.

L just picked it up

about a half-hour ago.

- I wouldn't want anything to happen to it.

- I don't blame you.

Uh...

- ls that shoe polish in your hair, Peter?

- Yes, it is. It's a disguise.

- That's a pretty clever disguise.

- Yeah.

It didn't work, though.

They were waiting for me.

Must have been waiting all day.

I gotta give that Childress a lot of credit,

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