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It's Martha, Mama. There you go. | Marie brings me icecream too you know. Chocolate... my favourite. |
Marie brings me icecream too you know. Chocolate... my favourite. | I thought cherry-vanilla was your favourite. |
I thought cherry-vanilla was your favourite. | Not any more... now I like chocolate. |
Not any more... now I like chocolate. | Did you have a good week Mama. Are they treating you all right? |
Did you have a good week Mama. Are they treating you all right? | You know Martha never comes to see me. You watch it, she's going straight to hell... after all the things she said to me. Then she marries that son of a bitch of a Frenchman... has an abortion. I knew that one wouldn't work out. Not like you Marie. You got married to God. |
You know Martha never comes to see me. You watch it, she's going straight to hell... after all the things she said to me. Then she marries that son of a bitch of a Frenchman... has an abortion. I knew that one wouldn't work out. Not like you Marie. You got married to God. | Marie's dead Mama. |
Marie's dead Mama. | I remember when you was a little girl Marie. You come back from the movies and you'd say - Mama that ending was so sad... and I'd tell you they had all the happy endings locked away in a vault in Hollywood. And you believed me. |
I remember when you was a little girl Marie. You come back from the movies and you'd say - Mama that ending was so sad... and I'd tell you they had all the happy endings locked away in a vault in Hollywood. And you believed me. | Mama, that wasn't Marie, that was me! |
Mama, that wasn't Marie, that was me! | Who are you? |
Who are you? | I... I'm Martha, Mama. |
Well... what do you think? Is she totally bananas or merely slightly off centre... or maybe she's perfectly sane and just a very good liar. | What's your opinion? |
What's your opinion? | I believe Agnes is different. |
I believe Agnes is different. | From other nuns... Yes I... I've noticed. |
From other nuns... Yes I... I've noticed. | From other people! I believe she is not crazy, nor is she lying. |
From other people! I believe she is not crazy, nor is she lying. | How could she have a baby and know nothing of sex or birth? |
How could she have a baby and know nothing of sex or birth? | Because she's an innocent. She's a slate that's hasn't been touched except by God. |
Because she's an innocent. She's a slate that's hasn't been touched except by God. | That's ridiculous... |
That's ridiculous... | In her case it isn't. She's had very little schooling. Her mother kept her home almost all the time and when her mother died Agnes came here, to us. She's never been out there Doctor. She's never seen a movie or a television show. She's never even read a book. |
In her case it isn't. She's had very little schooling. Her mother kept her home almost all the time and when her mother died Agnes came here, to us. She's never been out there Doctor. She's never seen a movie or a television show. She's never even read a book. | If she's so innocent, how come she murdered a child? |
If she's so innocent, how come she murdered a child? | She didn't! This is manslaughter, not murder. She didn't consciously kill that baby. She'd lost a lot of blood. She was unconscious by the time we got to her. |
She didn't! This is manslaughter, not murder. She didn't consciously kill that baby. She'd lost a lot of blood. She was unconscious by the time we got to her. | So, someone else could have done it. |
So, someone else could have done it. | No... not in the eyes of the police. |
No... not in the eyes of the police. | And in your eyes? |
And in your eyes? | I've already told you what I thought. |
I've already told you what I thought. | That she was unconscious, yes! So someone easily could have come in the room and killed the... |
That she was unconscious, yes! So someone easily could have come in the room and killed the... | You don't really believe something like that happened do you? |
You don't really believe something like that happened do you? | It's possible isn't it? |
It's possible isn't it? | Who? |
Who? | One of the other nuns found out about the baby and... and wanted to avoid a scandal. |
I'm only interested... | ... or bullied or what ever you're doing. Who the hell do you think you are? You go around here expecting applause for the way you treated this child. |
We'll see about that. | Don't deny it! |
Don't deny it! | I haven't decided yet. |
I haven't decided yet. | The woman's health is at stake. |
The woman's health is at stake. | Her spiritual health. |
Her spiritual health. | I don't give a damn about her spiritual health. |
I don't give a damn about her spiritual health. | I know you don't. |
It wasn't sex. It was a lot of things, but it wasn't sex. You know when I was in the first grade my best friend was run over on the way to school, you know what the nun said? She died because she hadn't said her morning prayers. | Stupid woman... and that's all? |
Stupid woman... and that's all? | That's all? That's enough! She was a beautiful little girl. |
That's all? That's enough! She was a beautiful little girl. | And what has that to do with it? |
And what has that to do with it? | I wasn't. I wasn't. She was the pretty one. She died, why not me? I never said my morning prayers. And I was ugly, I was scrawny, I had buck teeth and freckles all over my face, do you know what the nun called me, Sister Mary Clitus, called me Polkadot Livingston. |
I wasn't. I wasn't. She was the pretty one. She died, why not me? I never said my morning prayers. And I was ugly, I was scrawny, I had buck teeth and freckles all over my face, do you know what the nun called me, Sister Mary Clitus, called me Polkadot Livingston. | So you left the Church because you had freckles? |
So you left the Church because you had freckles? | No, because I... yeah, yeah I left the Church cause I had freckles. |
Of course, John. | Yes, they were playing the queues outside the picture palaces of Liverpool. Scruffy young lads, lacking even the price of a jam roll. Orphans, every Paddy's son of 'em. I saw their potential at once although I had me doubts about the little fella, a savage primitive, that Ringo, but it was him what gave in first. He pi... |
Yes, they were playing the queues outside the picture palaces of Liverpool. Scruffy young lads, lacking even the price of a jam roll. Orphans, every Paddy's son of 'em. I saw their potential at once although I had me doubts about the little fella, a savage primitive, that Ringo, but it was him what gave in first. He pi... | The usual ten per cent? |
The usual ten per cent? | Oh, not at all, I let them have twenty-five; sure aren't there four of them? |
Oh, not at all, I let them have twenty-five; sure aren't there four of them? | How fascinating. Do go on ... ... John. |
How fascinating. Do go on ... ... John. | ... Oh, I'm all heart, Ma'am, all heart ... Well, I let ... |
Are you going in? | No, she'll only reject me in the end and I'll be frustrated. |
No, she'll only reject me in the end and I'll be frustrated. | You never know, you might be lucky this time. |
You never know, you might be lucky this time. | No, I know the psychological pattern and it plays hell with me drum skins. |
Oh... God... am I cold... | Is that you, Roby? |
Is that you, Roby? | I feel like shit... |
I feel like shit... | Yeah, it's you all right. |
I got it. Oh boy. | Where the hell are we? |
Where the hell are we? | Just short of Zeta II Reticuli. We haven't even reached the outer rim yet. |
Yes! | I have a temporary sequence on the monitor -- |
I have a temporary sequence on the monitor -- | Hold it, I can't hear a damn thing! |
You like this shit? | It grows on you. |
It grows on you. | You know what they make this stuff out of? |
You know what they make this stuff out of? | Yes, I know what they make it out of, so what? It's food now. <u>You're</u> eating it. |
Yes, I know what they make it out of, so what? It's food now. <u>You're</u> eating it. | I didn't say it was bad for you, it's just kind of sickening, that's all. |
What the hell's going on? | Don't know -- Broussard got hurt somehow. |
Don't know -- Broussard got hurt somehow. | Hurt! How? |
Hurt! How? | Don't know -- maybe we'll be real lucky and he just broke his neck. I knew we shouldn't of come down here. |
Jay... how's it coming on the repairs? | Well... I'm going to have to blow the engines out... |
Well... I'm going to have to blow the engines out... | And when will you be ready to do that? |
And when will you be ready to do that? | Oh -- I'm not near ready yet. |
Oh -- I'm not near ready yet. | Then why the hell are you sitting around here? |
Then why the hell are you sitting around here? | Right. |
Might even incinerate the damn thing. | I hope not. |
No, don't open the door. We don't want it escaping. | Well, what the hell good can we do in here? We can't grab it -- it might jump on us -- |
Well, what the hell good can we do in here? We can't grab it -- it might jump on us -- | Maybe we can catch it. |
I think I could cobble something together. A long metal rod with a battery in it. Give it a hell of a shock. | Good. Get on it. But first, I'm issuing a standing order: from this moment forth, every one of us will wear protective garments, including helmets. Let's get down to the locker and change. |
Maybe we don't have to. It's trapped in there. We could just leave it in there all the way back to Irth. | Don't be an idiot. |
Just settle down. Sandy, you get any response yet? | Sorry. Nothing but that same damn transmission, every 32 seconds. I've tried every frequency on the spectrum. |
It won't come -- it's stuck. | What is it? |
What is it? | How the hell should I know? Come on, give me a hand, let's get him out of there! |
Poor kitty; puss puss puss. | At least we're rid of the damn monster. It must have been the first thing sucked out of the ship. |
At least we're rid of the damn monster. It must have been the first thing sucked out of the ship. | No such luck. I saw it running down one of the corridors. |
What the hell are you doing? | Hey, fair enough. If you won't come, I'll handle it myself. |
Secondary fluidic shunt for the sewage system. I found the grating ripped right off. The little fucker was strong. | Where does that lead to? |
We had to. They were just too cumbersome for some of the conduits you're gonna have to negotiate. Besides, all the crap floating around reduces visibility to the extent where I doubt having helmet lights would have make that much difference, anyway. Maintenance lights down there oughta be enough to do the trick. | How tight are these shafts? |
What the hell were you doing rewriting my story-- | --I sure couldn't hurt it, could I?-- |
--I sure couldn't hurt it, could I?-- | --it was fine the way it was-- |
--it was fine the way it was-- | --it was bullshit the way it was-- |
--it was bullshit the way it was-- | --I have to stand here and listen to the staff correspondent from Virginia?-- |
--I have to stand here and listen to the staff correspondent from Virginia?-- | --what have you been here, nine months?--I been in this business since I was sixteen-- |
--what have you been here, nine months?--I been in this business since I was sixteen-- | --and you've had some fucking meteoric rise, that's for sure--by the time you turn forty you might be the head of the Montana bureau-- |
--and you've had some fucking meteoric rise, that's for sure--by the time you turn forty you might be the head of the Montana bureau-- | --you only got the job because both you and Bradlee went to Yale-- |
--you only got the job because both you and Bradlee went to Yale-- | --Bradlee went to Harvard-- |
--Bradlee went to Harvard-- | --they're all the same, all those Ivy League places--they teach you about striped ties and suddenly you're smart-- |
--they're all the same, all those Ivy League places--they teach you about striped ties and suddenly you're smart-- | --I'm smart enough to know my story was solid-- |
--I'm smart enough to know my story was solid-- | --mine's better-- |
--mine's better-- | --no way-- |
--no way-- | --read 'em both and you'll see-- |
You heard? They put us both on the break-in thing. Simons liked the way we worked together. Listen, I'm sorry I said your story was bullshit. | It's OK; I'm sorry I called you a failure. |
It's OK; I'm sorry I called you a failure. | Forget it, the main thing-- --did you call me a failure? |
Forget it, the main thing-- --did you call me a failure? | I was sure trying. |
What's that? | The fucking New York Times. |
I don't get it... this really was my turf... | You're not a kid anymore. |
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