The Ninth Configuration Page #4

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making me believe that I am still on earth,

with some demonic hypnotic illusion!

This is NOT earth!

You're NOT an earthman!

I'm standing here with fungus upto my ass,

you bastard.

And you're a giant brain!

Please give me back my flying-belt.

I won't use it to escape..

..I swear to God, I won't. Give me the flying -

I wanna play Tinkerbell...

...in a drag in a fungoid

production of Peter Pan.

Can I help you with anything, sir?

Medication is indicated here.

Colonel Fell isn't back yet, sir.

Yeah he isn't up, like you know where he is?

He's up there with my flying-belt.

You're giving me back my flying-belt!

I want my flying-belt back!

Michael, I want you to be calm.

I want you to be calm.

There are lots of sick people in this house,

and many of them are sleeping.

This is embarrasing, I'm terribly sorry.

- Captain Cutshaw.

- Vincent.

In order for life to appear spontaneously on earth...

... there first had to be hundreds of

millions of protein molecules...

- ...of the ninth configuration.

- Vincent.

But given the size of the planet Earth...

do you know how long it would take for

just one of these protein molecules...

... to appear entirely by chance?

Vincent...

Roughly 10 to the 243rd power

billions of years.

And I find that far far more fantastic...

...than simply believing in God.

Colonel, what are you...

Shouldn't sleep like that; wrinkles the pants.

- What time is it?

- 8:
15.

Got a word you were looking for me?

Where were you?

Personal matters,

I've got an uncle in trouble.

Any way I can help?

No, we're doing what we can.

Appreciate it though, thanks.

What's up?

Captain Bennish could use some sedation.

Please, might I have the duplicate

key to the drug-chest?

We had to break into it..

I think it'll be better if we both had a key.

Boy you look beat... didn't you get sleep?

Every time I dropped off, another

one of the men was at the door.

- Keep it closed.

- No.

They've got to be able to talk to

me every time they need to.

It's upto you.

Something wrong?

Something right?

- That dream.

- I didn't get you.

I just flashed on this dream I keep having.

Julius Caesar's wife said to Sigmund Freud,

you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.

- It isn't my dream.

- I didn't get you.

I said...it isn't my dream.

Was it rented?

A patient of mine,

a Colonel at Vietnam,

he had this grotesque recurring nightmare.

Something that happened to him in combat.

Ever since he told me about it,

I keep dreaming it.

Jesus.

Yeah, strange.

Weird is the word..that's carrying

transferance a little far, isn't it?

- It was my brother.

- The patient?

- Yes.

- Oh my God.

Twin brother?

No.

Yeah, but; that would still explain it,

wouldn't it? I mean a...

You're psychically attuned.

You're brothers. You're close...

- No, we're not.

- But you must be.

Fell.

Have you ever heard of 'Killer' Kane?

Buck Rogers?

No, 'Killer' Kane the Marine.

Oh yeah, sure. The guerilla-warfare guy who

killed thirty-forty guys with his hands.

More than that.

What's the point?

Me is my brother.

Bullshit.

No, it's true.

You're kidding!

I wish I were.

Uh-oh; you two guys don't get along huh?

What's the beef?

He's a murderer.

He's a Marine.

He gets dropped behind the enemy

lines and does his duty.

Just forget it.

Are you sure you know what business you're in?

These recruiting-office sergeants

can be pretty sneaky sometimes.

Vincent...

You a friend of Jane Fonda?

- We're close.

- You're kidding.

I'm kidding.

Drugs.

What was that?

So many of these doctors get hooked on drugs.

Hey, how is your brother by the way?

You know I met him once over in Korea.

Kind of palled around, we guys; matter-of-fact.

I liked him. I liked him a helluva lot.

He's dead.

Oh, holy Christ. Hey, I'm sorry.

- I'm really sorry.

- Its alright.

Yes, come in.

Colonel Kane,

could I see you for a second?

Well I gotta go you guys, I'll see you later.

To my darling, my dearest,

my flaming secret love.

How I've hungered for this moment,

when I may rip away my mask...

...and unburden by aching bleeding heart.

My sweetest, I saw you but an instant; a semi-instant;

yet I knew I was your slave.

Wondorous creature, I adore you!

You are sandalwood from Nineveh,

truffles from the moon...

In my dreams, I am a madman.

Yes! I rip away your dress, and then your bra,

and then your glasses, and I-

- Groper, is this necessary?

- Look at the signature.

Major Marvin Groper.

Sir, I got phone call after phone call this

morning from broads who got letters like this one.

Where did you get this?

- Well sir, some of the women, they -

- Women?

- Well, they happened to come here today and -

- Happened?

Well sir; I asked them...

- ...ones with the nice voices.

- Groper.

They are ugly, sir!

Ugly as sin!

And I think the bastard who wrote all those letters

needs some kind of punishment and restriction, sir!

Who wrote this letter?

Look at the envelope, sir.

The address...

Sir, there's only one mind here who is this diabolical!

See that? Its made up to look like its been mimeoed.

Like its part of a mass commercial mailing, sir.

"To :
Occupant"

Some of this stuuff's just got to stop, sir.

Maybe so, Groper. Yes.

It's getting out of hand.

Yes.

Maybe we do need a few restrictions.

Colonel.

Colonel.

-I'm in trouble, I need help. Immediate help.

-Take an enema; call me soon.

Dr. Fell, you're wanted in surgery.

I've been having an argument, a monster...

...and I'll like you to settle it once and for all.

Some Shakespearean-

Hold this please.

Some Shakespearean scho -

Thank you.

Some Shakespearean scholars say that when

Hamlet is pretending he's crazy...

...he really is crazy,

Correct?

That's right.

Now other Shakespearean scholars

say that when Hamlet...

Other Shakespearean scholars say that

when Hamlet is pretending to be nuts...

...he really isn't nuts, its an act.

Please give me your opinion.

I would like to hear your's first.

Terrific psychiatrist.

That's class.

Pretty...

Why don't you go inoculate a f***ing armadillo, Fell?

No really, I'm interested. I'm terribly interested.

Your interests are coextensive

with on Nero's ass on Sunday morning.

Heady concept, Frankie.

Now listen, Colonel.

considering how Hamlet is acting...

...is he really and truly crazy?

- Yes.

- No.

You're both wrong.

Now think what happens:

First the father dies; then his girl leaves him flat.

then there's the appearance by his father's ghost...

...Bad enough, but then the ghost says he was murdered.

And by whom?

By Hamlet's uncle, who recently married Hamlet's mother!

Now that by itself is a helluva hangup;

because Hamlet liked his mother...

...a lot!

But then we agreed than Hamlet's insane.

No, he's not.

He is pretending,

but...

...if Hamlet hadn't pretended to be crazy,

he would have gone crazy.

See, Hamlet isn't psycho.

He's hanging on a brink.

A little shove, a little teensy eensy little

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