The Ninth Configuration Page #7

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I'm positive.

How positive is positive, Stanley?

You wanna bet?

Yeah, how much?

Just a beer and a shot in the mouth.

Lead on.

I think he's kinda cute.

- I told you not to smoke!

- Hey Steve, two beers and two bourbon rocks.

You desire an audience?

What's your name?

Rumpelstiltskin.

- Wise-ass.

- A literate.

Your name.

My maiden name or married?

Too literate.

Waitress!

See? Marines.

USMC.

Unbridled Sex for the Masters Clubs.

Is it something I said?

If I lose this bet Richard, I'm

going to punch him in the mouth.

One more scotch and two spittoons, love,

Fill them with caterpillar's blood.

My friends here are very...

Hey, cut that out!

It's him.

It's really him.

I got his dog tags Richard, its him!

The bigshit astronaut.

My God!

Hey! Everybody!

Guess what we've got here...

A damned celebrity!

A chicken, wigged-out astronaut!

This here is Captain Billy Cutshaw,

brothers and sisters.

Oh my God.

Now I propose...

I propose that we make him an

honorary member of our club.

Now that's friendly!

Would you like to join our club?

F*** you.

Okay. Don't f*** you.

Now this is what I learnt in the boyscouts.

Hello? Could you help me please?

Do you have a listing for some kind of asylum -

...could you maybe invite Charlie Price and

Dick Cooey and Jeniffer and -

I'm sorry...

Do you have a number for some kind

of asylum for marines or something?

First, we must baptize the chicken-mother.

- Richard, you may have the honors.

- Thank you, Stanley.

Lets have a countdown.

Splash down!

Everything A-O.K. there, spaceman?

Could you polish your chains,

they're old and little cruddy

Welcome...to the club.

Colonel Kane.

No, I'm on.

Where are you located?

Splash down!

Again!

Cutshaw.

- Been meeting your family.

- I think it's his keeper.

I think we got us a new beach ball.

Come on.

That's my beach ball, man.

Put it down.

Yeah, you tell him, Stan.

- You better call the M.P.s!

- Nah, the S.P.s: that's the Sh*t Patrol!

Here's your goodness in man.

Did you talk?

I think the beach ball here just said something!

Did you talk?

Let go of him, please.

You, let go of my beach ball.

Please let us go.

Pretty please.

Pretty please?

Now say...

... "Marines are chicken."

Come on, say it.

Marines...

Let's finish it.

Marines are chicken.

Wait wait, just two more.

Now say...

"Marines all suck."

Now come on.

You're gonna say it and get outta here?

Go on, now. Say it.

Say it:
"Marines all suck."

And you can go.

Marines...

Come on, let's finish it.

Marines...

Marines...

...all...suck.

Let's play beach ball!

U.S.M.C.!

U.S.M.C.!

Ah, it's break time! Isn't that so?

U.S.M.C.!, U.S.M.C.!

The marines have landed.

You want a little drink, lunar boy?

- Richard, get me a beer-

- Coming up.

Uh-oh, here comes Stanley.

F***ing slob.

Now clean up the mess.

I'm on vacation!

Now lick it.

Lick it!

Lick it!

Hey, cut that out!

Lick it.

And I'll let you both go.

You and your friend.

Now lick it.

Lick it.

Jesus Christ.

Chicken-sh*t turd.

He did it!

Scum.

That's for disgracing the f***ing uniform.

You bastards!

- Sons of b*tches!

- Get him down.

Get him down on the floor. I got a present for him.

Hold the bastard steady.

Hold him down, will ya?

- How're you doing, Richard?

- That guy's a fighter.

I think he wants some more...

Oh my God.

What the f***...

You son of a -

- Come on, Coronel.

- You said yourself he was provoked.

- Yeah, but he also...

- No, goddammit! He stays!

We're taking him in, sir.

Sorry, but we are.

And you can either produce him,

or we'll find him ourselves.

Come on, Frank.

Better hold it right there pal.

Colonel?

Colonel Kane, Sir.

Has anybody told Ann?

- Ann?

- My wife.

No, its alright.

Where's Gilman?

He's downstairs, sir.

Is he alright?

Yes, sir. He's fine sir.

Cutshaw.

Yes, sir?

Why won't you go to the moon?

Because I'm afraid.

Afraid?

That's right, sir.

See the stars...

So cold...

So far...

and so very lonely.

Oh, so lonely.

All that space...

just empty space.

and so...far way from home.

I've circled round...

...and round this house.

Orbit...

...after orbit.

And sometimes I wonder...

...what it would be like never to stop.

and circle alone up there...

...forever.

And what if I got there,

got to the moon,

and couldn't get back?

Sure, everyone dies.

but I'm afraid to die alone...

...so far from home.

And if there's no God..

then that's really...

...really...

...alone.

Not...much time.

Time.

No time.

But I'll show you...

But I'll show you...God exists.

That's right, sir...

One example...

And the others...

maybe...

help.

Try to cure...

Try to cure them too.

I don't know.

No other way now.

Time.

No time.

Had to try...

Shock...

shock treatment.

What was that, sir?

Tired.

Tired.

Oh, God.

I love -

Oh God.

Oh, my God.

Ok, Sir.

He's on his way.

Can we talk to the other?

Hey, what the hell is going on?

Why the cops?

Alright. Sorry, go back to bed.

Where's Cutshaw?

Krebs, look in the dorm, will you please?

Christian, go up -

Oh, my God.

He's dead.

He gave up his life.

Major?

If you die first and there's life after death...

Will you give me a sign?

Captain Cutshaw,

I'm taking my life...

...in the hope that my death will provide

the shock that is curative therapy.

In any case,

you now have your one example.

If ever I've injured you, I am sorry.

I have been fond of you.

I know some day I will see you again.

Vincent Kane.

Sure heard some stories about this place, sir.

Heard they had a doctor there

that was really a killer.

He was a lamb.

Ok.

Hey, hold it, hold it.

Where did the Saint Christopher medal come from?

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