I'll Be There Page #2
No. No, you're kiddin'.
I'm absolutely serious, Mr Kerr.
- You can't do this. It's illegal.
- No, no.
It's called a section.
It only needs two doctors
to sign an order saying...
that they think you are a danger
to yourself or to others.
And we can keep you under psychiatric
observation for as long as we see fit.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Please don't blaspheme.
Dr Nahar is a born-again Christian.
I think, and Dr Nahar agrees...
that you are a danger to yourself
at this point in time.
Now, this may be
a temporary condition brought on...
by some disappointment or upset...
or it may be
something more serious.
Like what?
I don't know.
That's why I want to observe you.
What if you have a bipolar disorder,
and I let you go and you commit suicide?
He's a born-again Christian.
Give me drugs then.
At least give me a beer
to take the edge off!
I'm not mad.
I'm just creative.
I don't understand why
you had to make up all that rubbish...
about my father being a Russian sailor
and dying in the Cold War.
I mean, where did you get that from?
It was my idea.
I got it from a film I saw.
Letter to Brezhnev.
Very good it was too.
We had to make up the bit about
him drowning after the Soviet collapse.
- I mean, who could foresee that coming, eh?
- But why?
It seemed like
Why would you tell me that?
I didn't want you
to be part of that world...
all those drugs
and groupies and stuff.
- It's no place for a child.
- Well, you'd know all about the groupies.
- Now don't you be cheeky to your mother.
- Put a sock in it, Granddad.
- It wasn't what you think.
- It was.
It was Paul Kerr, my father.
- He didn't want his kid around cramping his style.
- No.
My father didn't want me.
He doesn't know.
- What?
- What?
Well, what if he'd taken you away
with all his fancy lawyers...
and given you one of those stupid
pop star kids' names, like Flowerbell...
or-or Moonbeam
or Kipper or something?
You would've grown up the child of
someone famous. Would that be a good idea?
Julian Lennon,
Victoria Sellers...
uh, Mickey Humperdinck...
Shut up, Dad!
I swear to you, darling...
I did this because
I love you so much.
I'm sorry.
And why are you
telling me this now?
Um...
Because your father's sick.
Horsie goes down.
Horsie goes up.
- Horsie goes down.
500 of those
deerskin toilet seat covers.
You know, the little fuzzy kind.
And if you can ship those out to me
right away, I'd really appreciate it.
Because, you know,
we need 'em really bad in here.
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