The Look of 'The Jacket': Influences from the Avant-Garde Page #5

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Happens sometimes

when you gotta restrain them.

Listen to me.

He is not gonna end up like Ted Casey.

I don't know what you're trying to do,

but he's not a lab animal.

You can't reprogram them,

no matter what cocktail of drugs...

You really don't let up, do you?

Just because you failed Ted Casey...

...doesn't mean the rest of us did.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

it's Christmas, remember?

Hi, how are you? Sorry I'm late.

- Hi, Babak.

- That's a nice wave.

- Hey, Jamile.

- Hey.

Okay, that's great. That was the truck.

Now point to the ball.

Very good.

Wanna hold it? Feels nice. Strong.

I need you to stay with me

for just a little while more, okay?

We'll get there.

Could I have some water?

Could I have some water?

I have some water?

Here you go.

What the hell kind of drugs

are you people giving me?

Just something to keep you calm.

Did you just say something?

I said, the drugs are to keep you calm.

Did you sleep well?

- I wasn't asleep, was I?

- You were asleep for nearly a whole day.

It's December 26th, Jack.

How are you feeling?

- December 26th?

- That's right.

- 1992?

- Yes.

And that's the sun, and you're on Earth.

And I know you know better, Jack.

Who the hell are you?

My mom is dead. 2007.

Jack Starks is dead.

Get out of here, get out!

- You left me in there.

- In where?

You left me in that thing. In the drawer.

And then...

...you put me in a straitjacket.

We were forced to use restraints,

if that's what you're referring to.

- It wasn't a f***ing restraint.

- That's exactly what our equipment is.

Relax.

Don't act like I don't know what's real.

You're suffering from delusions

as part of your condition.

No, I know what's real, I know.

You strapped me into something

and stuffed me in a f***ing drawer.

It wasn't a dream.

I don't know what you're trying to pull,

but I wasn't...

I have to say...

...this is the most resilient I've seen

a patient undergoing this treatment.

I had a patient a few years ago.

His name was Ted Casey.

Ted sodomized a 7-year-old girl.

His lawyers asked me to have a look at him

because after his deeds were done...

...he climbed into the trees

of the forest where he killed her...

...and howled like a dog.

Ted never went to prison because everyone,

including me, believed he was sick.

So he came here. Then one day a little girl

came with her mother to visit her relative...

...and I caught Ted stealing looks at her.

The kind you really have to steal,

if you know what I mean.

I asked Ted then...

...if he could remember what the little girl

who he'd slain was wearing.

"Oh, yes," he said. "I remember it.

I remember it well. "

Those were actually his last words.

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