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you. You must embrace it.
Drain it, yes.
That's right, drain it.
- No! No, let her go!
- Yes. F*** off!
Aaah! Aaah!
' Eurgh!
- Oh!
Come on. We can't have
you going into the house,
looking like this.
- Let's get you cleaned up.
- Oh, she bit me.
Simon, you can't leave me!
Physicist, heal thyself.
'So much for the modern miracle.
'I don't recall
Saint Francis of Assisi
'ejaculating into
anybody's mouth.'
F***!
'Maybe they just left
that part out.'
Uncle Ted, she... she bit me.
Are all your cures like that?
Don't talk. Don't say a word.
Can you stand?
Yeah, come on.
'It's easier for the old
to judge the young.'
She bit me.
'And I'll admit it's been
particularly hard
'to warm to David,
'with his cricket sweaters
and soggy sonnets,
'but the truth is that
this boy is my godson.
I may be unreliable when it
comes to fonts
'but when I saw him suffering
a catastrophic sex disaster,
'I did feel a twinge
of the old esprit de corps.
I never was a boy scout,
'and I certainly don't do
a good deed every day,
'but one whopper every 15 years
'surely must earn me
a badge of some kind.'
Mr. Lennox?
Mr. Lennox?
[She clears throat]
Oh. Yes.
Yes.
[Doctor] Can you
tell me the nature
of your... relationship
with David?
Some days good, some days bad.
You are the boy's father?
For my sins.
Then perhaps you can explain
why David said to me,
"The pain got much worse
in the car,
"partly because
"Uncle Ted is
a terrible driver."
I'm glad to say it's rare
for a child to be admitted
with human bite marks
to the penis.
Even rarer for the
hysterical boy to be accompanied
Well, if you knew who I was,
why didn't you say?
who David's parents are.
I'd like to talk to David.
allow you to do any such thing.
Police?
You're in a position
of authority, Mr. Wallace.
Let's be grown-ups, shall we?
This is just a pair of lovers
suffering an unfortunate mishap.
This may pass for acceptable
in your bohemian world, but...
I have a boy David's age.
If this happened to him, do you
think I'd kick up a stink?
It may interest you to know
that I'm a magistrate.
And a member of Calvinists
against cock-sucking
and housewives against
fellatio, no doubt?
The parents get involved,
the... The guilt, the shame...
If I do not have the number
of David's parents this minute,
I shall call the police.
One, two...
All right, all right.
I suppose you want the girl's
name too so two sets can be...
- Girl?
- The girl.
The girl. The girl.
Did you think he was being
sucked off by a giraffe?
I thought you were the...
other party.
You thought what?
If there's been a mistake,
I'm sorry.
It's my duty to...
establish the facts.
'Oh, fabulous.
'I have chanced upon one of the
very few people in the world
'to have my poetry
on their shelf,
'who have examined
the contents of my soul,
'and she thinks
I'm a f***ing pedophile.'
Well, I went down
to the woods today,
and I sure as hell
had a big surprise.
I missed the sex offenders
register by a whisker.
Sometimes the gift
demands a sacrifice.
Perhaps it would help
if you told me
about the exact nature
of your powers.
Stop the car.
No, I've done quite enough
for one weekend.
I'll tell you, but not here.
[Door beeps]
I call it the gift, not my gift.
I can feel the power of nature.
I put my hand
on a sick creature,
and it courses through me
like lightning.
But I also have human feelings.
Hunger.
And cold.
And all types of hunger.
The first time I had
a wet dream was last year.
I know, which is late.
I knew that... that
I couldn't allow
such a terrible thing
to happen, all that waste.
It's not just my hands, you see.
Every part of me can heal.
My blood and my seed.
Okay.
I knew that if I only
used it for good,
and not to give myself pleasure,
then that could be
a powerful tool as well.
Which is why with Clara, you...
It started with Jane.
Her sickness was
too powerful for my hand,
but I knew that
if I got my essence in,
deep inside her,
then it would work.
These powers.
Do you think they're inherited?
Anyone can have a pure spirit.
Even me?
Especially you.
When you were a poet,
you were inspired to see
the glory of the world.
Bollocks.
You want poetry, you fight
with paper and pencil.
You muck in with humanity.
You don't wait for inspiration
The world is charged
with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out,
like shining from shook foil...
He studied anglo-saxon
rhythmic structure.
He learned Welsh.
But the genius was inside him.
Look at Simon.
We have the same genes,
but he has an ordinary soul.
And your soul?
It's different and special.
Different and special.
Yes, and you should
respect that.
Bollocks!
'See what needs to be seen,
my ass.
'Miracles, my cock
and baggy balls.
'Sorry to piss on the parade,
'but we all see what we want
to see and no-one is immune,
'be it the shabby chic of Zen
'or the wanton razzamatazz
of high Catholicism,
'or merely sucking off
'some teenage Christ-come-lately
'in a bucolic woodland glade.
'It's all just
a fun-house mirror,
'a means to see yourself
happier, healthier,
'prettier, or less...
'well, less dying of leukemia.
'Poor old Jane.
You senseless cow.
'Maybe I am just too jaded
to be filled with wonder.
'Maybe I should sacrifice
'my every standard
of wit and reason
'and throw my lot in
with this imbecile cult.
'If any of us
could use a miracle,
'it's Ted f***ing Wallace.
'I wasn't always this bitter
bin bag of custard, you know.
'Tune me up, Jesus.
'Make me whole, God's son.'
Pour me a gin, would you?
Yes, of course.
My God,
look at the state of you.
If you're here, Rebecca,
who's ruling over Narnia?
Fancy you having the gall
to turn up here!
I bet Michael must have
loved it, when you rang.
I wrote to David, as it happens.
Oh, course you did.
Got some godfathering
to make up on.
'It appears we can evade
the truth no longer
'and must finally confront
the tangled story
'of my life with the Logans.
'Well, that story began
'with Michael's
younger sister, Rebecca,
'with whom I dared to dally
many moons ago.'
I'm joined this evening
by one of this country's
most celebrated poets,
and now in the running...
came crashing to a conclusion
'after she invited me
to perform some
earnest chin-stroking
'on her tedious late-night
poetry stroke-fest, "Stanza".'
Let us return to the reaction
to comments that you made...
- Women hate me...
- In a newspaper interview.
Because I'm brave enough
to say what we both
know to be true,
you've had experience with, Ted.
They put up with it
as the price they have to pay
for having a man,
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