The Look of 'The Jacket': Influences from the Avant-Garde Page #3

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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?

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