The Singing Detective Page #5

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All right, so, uh,

you're gonna wait for

him here, all right?

Yeah, all right.

Cuckoo man.

My book.

What's it doing here?

What's going on?

Your book, Mr. Dark.

Happened to pick up

a copy

the other day.

Oh, yeah? Where?

Fertilizer factory?

He said out of the side

of his mouth.

Gibbon. How are you,

Mr. Dark?

Can't... shake.

Oh, yes, of course.

l'm sorry.

And l wouldn't if l could.

l'm here under protest.

Well, l see. A kidnap.

Little men shouldn't sit

where their feet don't touch

the floor.

Makes me think

of nursery rhymes.

You don't want

to see me.

What sharpness. What perception.

And you don't like it at all

that l've got this.

lt's full of clues.

No, it's full of pages.

Oh, but clues are what

you're supposed to find

in a detective story.

Am l right, or...

am l right?

Jesus. You're good.

l know clues are

supposed to lead you

to the killer, but, uh...

what if they reveal

the victim a little

more clearly?

You think you're being

interesting, don't you?

lf this was a movie, you'd be

on the cutting room floor.

Does your book worry you?

l want to go back to my bed.

lt's vivid and exciting there.

Well, you don't

have any visitors.

How do you know?

Well, does your wife

come and visit you, or...

-l'm not married.

-or do you stop her when...?

l'm not married.

Oh, and period.

Oh, oh, yes, l see.

Stop it! Stop staring at me!

You've never seen

a human pizza before?

You... you don't like women,

do you?

Which ones? Young ones, old

ones, fat ones, faithful ones?

Virgins? Whores?

Try to be specific, Doc.

Maybe, maybe you think

you like 'em...

uh, but, uh, my guess is,

well, you don't like sex.

How do you spell that?

That's not a word

you see much nowadays.

You probably think you do.

Sex.

Well, we think about it

all the time-- l know l do.

Oh, if-if-if l say ''F*** you,''

does that mean yes?

Well, isn't it clear

that you regard

sexual intercourse

with, uh... distaste

or... perhaps even

a little fear?

What, am l trapped in here

with a fruitcake?

Here, for example,

on page 1 16...

This is against

the Geneva Convention.

Oh, l-l'm just going

to read you a passage

out of your own book.

-No!

-No?

Shove it up your ass!

Just walkin' in the rain

Getting soakin' wet

Oh, no.

Torturin' my heart

F***ing...

By tryin' to forget

Dad, what's wrong?

Just walkin' in the rain

So alone and blue...

l don't wish to upset you,

Mr. Dark.

l'm just walkin' in the rain,

Doc.

l think you know

you need help.

Now, you're too aware

of your own condition

to deny it.

Just collecting raindrops.

Most chronic skin patients

are on tranquilizers

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