The Look of 'The Jacket': Influences from the Avant-Garde Page #2

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You think there's

something wrong with me?

You're a little underweight.

Maybe I'm working it off in my dreams.

Done with the small talk?

Hey, it's okay.

Mr. Starks, glad to see

you're cooperating this time.

We're here to help, Jack.

We're only doing what's best for you.

Hold him while I get the tranquilizer.

- Get him down. F*** the tranquilizer.

- No.

No, that's not necessary. Get him up.

Nurse, get the jacket.

The only thing

your mind's missing's a conscience.

Wait. Dr. Becker, how long

do you want us to leave him in for?

Just strap him in for now.

Help. Help, please.

Motherf***er.

Let me out of here.

Let me out of here.

Let me out of here.

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

- Listen, I hate to bother you.

- Then don't.

But what about Starks?

What about Starks?

Should we be just...?

Should we be trying to help him

any way we can?

- Yes.

- Should we be leaving him in there like that?

The medication I've given him

is intended to adjust...

...maybe even reset, his violent proclivities.

Peel away some layers of hate.

The apparatus is merely

a safe place for that to happen.

The grounds and the halls, where I can't

monitor side effects I can't predict, aren't.

But how can you be monitoring

the effects while he's in there?

I consider the time he's spent

in there part of the treatment.

You can't break something

that's already broken.

I don't belong here.

I can't breathe in here.

I can't breathe in here.

I can't...

I can't breathe in here.

I'm gonna blow your head off.

In case you hadn't figured,

it's Christmas Eve.

You're never gonna get a cab here.

Thanks.

You got somewhere

you need to go?

I'm not sure.

Well, let me ask you that again.

This time, look around

and consider your options.

Have you got somewhere

you need to go?

Yeah, I do.

Well, great. Get in.

So where can I take you?

I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

- I don't know.

Okay.

Well, there must be

another shelter I can call.

Yeah, well, thanks a lot.

Merry Christmas to you too.

Great.

That was our last option.

What am I gonna do with you?

Nothing.

I'll...

- Listen, thanks for bringing me this far.

- Where are you going?

You'll freeze out there.

You don't even have a coat.

- I'll manage.

- No, you won't.

You'll die of cold,

and then I'll have to feel guilty.

And I've already got more guilt

than I know what to do with.

You want a drink?

No, I'm okay.

Sh*t.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

You know what?

It's Christmas Eve and...

And I have a couch,

so you can stay on it.

I'm gonna go take a bath.

Fix yourself something to eat

if you're hungry or anything.

There's nothing to steal, but don't be

a jerk and take something anyway.

No. I wouldn't.

- My name is Jack.

- No.

Let's not do the name thing,

because it's...

I don't wanna meet you.

I may wanna help you tonight,

but I don't wanna know you, really.

Okay.

What's this?

Best I could do

with what was in the fridge.

Thanks.

No problem.

- You want a drink?

- Yeah, sure.

It was pretty good, considering.

Your fridge has quite an array of things.

Not a lot of food, but...

- Freezer has a rock in it.

- What rock?

There was a stone in it. It said "petal. "

That's snooping.

It was my mom's senseless idea

of a nickname.

It's...

So you're a waitress. I mean...

I don't know what I mean.

Okay.

I hate Christmas.

Hey.

Hey, wake up. Jackie.

- No.

- Who are these people?

- What?

- Who are the people in this picture?

That's my mom and me.

- What do you mean, your mom and...?

- No, wait a minute.

- Where's your mother now?

- My mom is dead.

- What do you mean, she's dead?

- I mean, she's dead. Dead. Gone.

She passed out with a cigarette and

burned to death a long time ago, all right?

No, no, no...

Listen, I'm sorry. Listen.

I don't know how...

- What's the date today?

- What?

I know this sounds crazy.

What year is this?

What? What?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Jack Starks.

Get the f*** out of my house.

- What'd you do, snoop all over the place?

- No.

God, you had no right.

You had no right to go through anything.

Look at me.

I know this doesn't make any sense,

because it doesn't make sense to me either.

Oh, my God. If you don't get out now,

I'm gonna call the cops.

No, please. Please, wait.

I won't hurt you. Just talk to me, please.

L... Your mom was passed out

on the side of the road when I met you.

She was wasted.

Jean, her name was Jean.

- Just stop it!

- Look, I gave this kid those dog tags.

No, no. No, you didn't.

Jack Starks did,

and Jack Starks is dead.

What?

What do you mean, he's?

He's dead.

His body was found New Year's Day, 1993,

Alpine Grove.

He's dead.

- It can't be.

- Well, it is.

Listen, listen. I don't care who

or where you think you are...

...you're not Jack Starks.

So whoever you are, I did a nice thing...

I did a really nice thing, and you've really...

God, you've really made me regret it,

so please, please, would you?

Would you just leave? Okay?

Don't you remember me?

- Oh, my God.

- Look at me.

I'll leave, okay, I'll leave, but look at me.

I'm not lying to you.

I met you. I met you and your mother,

and there was no one around for miles.

I couldn't have known that from a pair

of dog tags you had lying around.

You put those down, and you get out.

Don't you remember me?

- Don't you know? I'm...

- You get out!

I'm...

Okay?

Please.

Please get out.

I'm gonna blow your head off!

Jackie.

Oh, God.

I can't believe you left him in all night.

You didn't say anything when I asked...

I expected some common sense

on your part. Open the drawer.

Is he dead?

No. Get him upstairs immediately.

He's dehydrated.

I want him on an IV

by the time I get up there.

I tried to tell you

when I came to your office...

I expected you to take him out.

You're a physician. I shouldn't have

to spell everything out for you.

Jack?

Jack?

Tom.

Tom, can I speak with you

for a moment, please?

- What have you done with Jack Starks?

- What do you mean?

- He's unconscious.

- He's recovering from Loxadol and Ativan.

Loxadol? He didn't need neuroleptics.

You know that from what, a couple

of two-minute stares across the room?

He didn't need antipsychotics,

if that's all you gave him.

After he attacked me,

I figured he'd need a little placating.

You sure he wasn't provoked?

Are you sure you wanna make

an accusation like that?

I'm not making any accusations.

He's bruised up.

Happens sometimes

when you gotta restrain them.

Listen to me.

He is not gonna end up like Ted Casey.

I don't know what you're trying to do,

but he's not a lab animal.

You can't reprogram them,

no matter what cocktail of drugs...

You really don't let up, do you?

Just because you failed Ted Casey...

...doesn't mean the rest of us did.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

it's Christmas, remember?

Hi, how are you? Sorry I'm late.

- Hi, Babak.

- That's a nice wave.

- Hey, Jamile.

- Hey.

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