The Man Without a Face Page #5

Doesn't matter.

Doesn't it?

Why should it?

So, can we start?

All right.

Your turn, Dougie.

B-E-D. Bed.

Six. Very good, Doug. Excellent.

Triple word score, double letter on the F. 48 points.

Have you heard the latest on the F-R-E-A-K?

Gloria, don't call him that.

Sorry. The reclusive deformed warpo.

He killed a kid when he got that face.

So Rob's mother said.

She thinks he's JFK...

Mom, I think you should know that...

Erm, who's winning?

Um...I think I am.

Charles, I can't send you to the Lansings' with a carton of beans.

What about this? You like this.

No, I like beans.

Sorry, Mrs Camlin.

Take your time. We always stay late on Thursdays for Mr McLeod.

Oh, that's nice of you.

Ah!

What?

I... I have to go to the bathroom.

Wait until we get home.

Mom, I have to pee so bad I'm gonna wiz out my ear!

Downstairs to the left.

Good evening.

It's almost ready, Mr McLeod.

Thank you.

Er...

There you are. That does it. Thank you.

Thank you.

Bye, honey.

Bye, Carl.

Call us when you get there!

Bye-bye!

Want a beer?

Yeah. Want a beer?

Yeah.

Quidem magistri discipulos tanta

cumata dulcebant ut ipsi discipulis.

Now...

Right. "Some teachers used to teach their pupils so well..."

With such great art.

Erm... .."that..."

This is Latin, not Swahili.

You had this a week ago. What's the matter with you?

Good afternoon.

Afternoon.

Good hunting?

Can't complain.

All right. Quidem magistri discipulos, tanta cumata...

What are you lookin' at?

I said what are you lookin' at?

Norstadt, come here!

A**holes!

Better bring it up, Norstadt, whatever it is.

I told how you got hurt, and how the kid died.

Now everybody knows.

And why did you do that?

It was... I got...

I... I was really angry.

You're a hard marker, aren't you?

People are either in or they're out. Strictly pass or fail.

I'm sorry. I betrayed you.

I stabbed you in the back, and I don't even know why.

Come on, we're not doin' Julius Caesar now.

What?

Et tu, Chuckus? It's all right, I'll live.

You mean you don't hate my guts?

No, I don't hate your guts. Come on.

Do you think I'm crazy?

One of those kids who offs himself and writes a letter blaming Ed Sullivan.

Why?

The shrinks at school thought I was twisted.

Probably because you're interesting.

Sometimes I blank out, and I feel bad...

I think about the past - my mother, my father. I don't really know how he died.

My parents split up when I was four.

The stuff about spy planes and pilots - I made it all up to impress you.

To make me tutor you.

Yeah.

You needn't worry, Norstadt, you're not crazy. You're shrewd.

People spend too much time thinking about the past.

Whatever else it is, it's gone.

You know, everybody else would be all over me with questions.

"What do you mean you're crazy? Is your brain hot?" You never do that.

- It's just habit. I like privacy.

- What about living alone? Do you like that?

- It likes me.

- What do you mean?

I've become a proper fairy-tale troll here, Norstadt.

Tourist Board ought to pay me.

You're not a troll.

I'm a troll.

That's my job, Norstadt. My part. You want this?

No, you keep it.

By the way, I'm setting you a practice exam tomorrow.

But I haven't studied!

"Then I'll make ya.

"You're soft.

"Won't anything make a man of you?

"For 14 years I've been scared but it's gonna be all right!"

Time's up.

Pens down, time's up. Come on, Norstadt. Come on!

Good.

- Can you mark it now?

- No, tonight. You're too excited.

I didn't get the third one because we didn't do reciprocal proportions.

- Go home, Norstadt.

- No!

Patience.

Thank you.

I'll try some of this tonight.

Good.

Say, Chuck, were you out hiking lately?

Er, no, not me.

Up north, Mr McLeod's place?

No, not me. I'm in a real hurry here.

I don't know.

Well?

Well?

Are you going to tell me?

Get in.

Tell me! Or do I have to kill you?

84 per cent.

84 per cent? No way, that is great! 84 per cent!

I'm a genius! I am a genius now!

I am one of the geniuses!

All right, it's only a practice exam. Get in.

I'm brilliant! I am a regular Einstein!

Norstadt!

OK, how come we're not studying if I'm so stupid?

Because it's carrot day.

Put your belt on.

Wow, look at the seaplane!

It's not a seaplane, it's a carrot.

You're kidding?

What are you waiting for? Take off. Go on.

Now you can tell him you've flown.

Think you can handle this yourself?

Really?

- Did you see us dive up there?

- Yes.

How fast do you think we're going? 100? 125?

'I don't know. About...

No. 165 miles an hour.

John says we get great wind. John says it's not like a passenger plane.

John flew a Starfighter once.

As a matter of fact, I did.

He flew a Starfighter.

Can you imagine the G-force on something like that?

And the instruments... You should have seen the dials on this.

On the jet, it had to be ten times as many, at least.

What, you thought it was Brigitte Bardot driving?

No.

No, I was just thinking, it's weird.

What?

I can't see your scars anymore.

I can hardly even tell they're there.

What about you?

It's different for me.

Yeah.

Did you ever try to have it fixed?

No. I thought about it, but it just never seemed right.

My sister wanted to know if maybe you'd be interested in our mother.

She could keep me in the attic. Can she cook?

Hello, no, but she's gorgeous.

You could save us from the hairball.

- He's number five?

- Yeah.

- He can't be that bad.

- What?!

I can wait for you if you like and then drop you off at the Lansings'.

It's OK. I've got to feed the cat.

All right.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, Mac, you hungry?

Sorry I'm late, buddy.

No, get down. Come on, come on.

I guess you were hungry.

What are you doin'?

Get out!

You heard her. Get out!

What a day!

What a perfect day!

- What a day...

- Doug, do something!

- Come here!

- Uh-uh.

Come here! You going to keep quiet?

Flintstone, you could kill me, and I'd die happy telling Mother.

You keep your mouth shut, you hear?

- You hear me?

- Forget it!

NO! MAC!

Bastard!

Let me go! He's hurt!

Calm down, kid, you're crazy!

His father was a psychotic maniac!

Shut up, you stupid cow!

- Gloria?

- He should know.

Your father was an abusive drunk who killed himself in a mental hospital. And you will too.

Liar! I'm gonna smash your lyin' face!

You don't believe me? Bottom drawer of Mother's dresser.

Liar! You're dead!

You're going to be good? I'll let you up if you're good.

Don't listen to her, man, she's just tryin' to get you goin'.

BARKING:

MCLEOD!

MR MCLEOD, SIR!

Charles? What's the matter?

Charles? What's wrong?

Charles?

They were in bed... He hurt Mac... She said...

Take it easy. Go slow.

She said...

I don't have a father...cos he walked out on me to be a drunk.

To be a crazy f***ing drunk!

He killed himself in a mental institution.

Here, sit down.

Morning, Mr McLeod.

Good morning, Chief...?

- Stark.

- Chief Stark.

- Can I come in?

- Oh, please. Come in.

- I'm looking for the Norstadt boy. Is he here?

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