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People ask, where do you get your ideas?
Well, right here.
All of this is my Martian landscape.
Somewhere in this room is an African belt.
Just beyond, perhaps, is a small Illinois town where I grew up. And I'm
surrounded on every side by my magician's toy shop.
I'll never starve here.
I just look around, find what I need.
And begin.
I'm Ray Bradbury.
And this is... Well then,
right now, what shall it be?
Out of all this, what do I choose to make the story?
I never know where the next one will take me.
The trip?
Exactly one half exhilaration.
Exactly one half terror.
No.
Excuse me, Dr. Cook. I'm going to have to put you on hold.
Dr. Hook, or Dr.
Cook, excuse me. I'm going to have to put you on hold.
I'll be back in a moment.
Dr. Burleigh, doctor.
Oh, hello, Mrs. Needleman.
How are you doing?
Oh, Freddie, it's me.
Reed, I've just booked another appointment in at 3 o 'clock.
Oh.
Well, maybe I can... Give me a chance to call the other lady back and see if we
can do it.
I'll just book you for 3 on Friday.
Wait.
186.
Doctor, those other patients are ahead of me. I can wait. That's all I need.
They're nervous enough just being here without you staring at them.
Here.
Fill this out. You know all the questions.
Fill this.
Now, what is it this time, Professor?
In January, you thought you had colon cancer.
February, you saw a documentary on tuberculosis and came in with coughing
March, blood pressure.
July, heart.
And now, varicose veins.
Future of death.
Teaching that to your students?
Say ah.
Ah.
What am I supposed to find?
Well, I'm not sure, but my throat feels very, uh, peculiar.
Peculiar?
You know what you're suffering from?
Suffering?
Discovery of the larynx.
Doctor, I think it's more than my throat, because my elbow and my wrist,
bones, you know, I've been reading more... Bert, Bert, if you ever had
a sore muscle and continued to irritate it, fuss with it, rub it, and the more
you bother with it, the worse it gets, and you realize that you've been causing
most of the soreness yourself.
Well, son, that's what's with you. My advice to you is to take two aspirin and
call me in two months.
You're still here.
Yeah. You know what else I've discovered today, Doctor?
Your office doesn't look at all like a doctor's office.
What do you want?
Pictures of germs on the walls?
Invert. One more thing you're going to discover is that my fee has gone way
up. If you don't get out of here, there is nothing wrong with you. Now, out!
Name is a certified quack.
Bones, bones, bones. Bones is going to find a real doctor.
Specialist, specialist, specialist, specialist.
Optiopath. Of course.
Austin.
more like it.
Yes, what?
Dr. Munigan?
Muniant.
He of the extraordinary cures.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, mister.
Uh, Harris.
Burt Harris.
Uh, I'm having a problem. With your skeleton.
Well, not the whole thing. Why not?
It's all one architecture.
The knee bone connected to the thigh bone.
The thigh bone connected to the hip bone.
You know, that old song.
It's like visiting a museum.
This is... A spinal cord.
And these... Carpals, metacarpals, phalanges.
And these... Cuspids. Bye, cuspids.
I've been doing some reading. From Caesar and Cleopatra.
I thought they never found those bodies.
True, they didn't. Because I have them.
But now you.
Do your clothes fit wrong on your flesh?
Does your flesh fit wrong on your bones?
I never thought about it. Think.
Perhaps you came into this world with the wrong size of skin.
So, your skeleton is being smothered by your fitting.
Do you wish help?
Yes.
Hop up.
Lie down.
What kind of machine is that?
Special.
Created it myself.
And what are you planning to do?
Educate you about your very own lovely architectural beauty.
Your skeleton.
Arms straight.
Head up. Breathe deep.
And... Hold.
Now look up, Mr.
Harris. Look up into the mirror.
Aha. What, bad news?
Easy.
Oh.
Now, open wide.
Wider.
Wider cooperation,
Mr. Paris, please.
It's no use.
How am I supposed to help you if you won't help yourself?
You must need my help.
If you don't trust me.
Oh, no, no, that's not it, really.
Oh, I just got nervous.
That's all, really.
Look, go ahead. I'm ready, see?
Much of your problem is psychological.
You must learn to relax.
You must be educated.
Before we can proceed, you must get to know this
and
this.
Go home.
Study. Prepare your mind.
Get to know him.
Then come back.
Understand.
Sweetheart, it's awfully warm in here. Why don't you take your sweater off?
I'm cold.
I think I'm coming down with something.
You will if you don't eat something.
Listen to the expert here. You're fine.
A hypochondriac married to a nurse.
Perfect match, huh, Bert?
What have you brought home with you?
A present?
No.
I need something.
God, who is that?
Me.
No resemblance.
The other me.
Other?
There's only one of you.
Two.
I never thought.
I just discovered today.
Most people don't consider, think, imagine what's inside them.
In every one of us. That terrible representative of death.
A skeleton.
Get rid of it.
It? You mean me?
That's not you.
My God, it's just what holds you up when I'm not holding you up.
If I want to conquer it and all its aches and pains, then I have to
it. I have to know it.
And I finally found a doctor who understands.
Hmm?
My ribs.
Don't go all the way down. They stop right here.
And I found these funny ones that just dangle in midair.
Sweetheart, you are being silly.
Everyone's ribs stop at a given point.
And those funny ones are floating ribs.
Really?
Well, I hope they don't float around too much.
You know, your nose bone stops right here and gristly tissue fills out the
Yes, I did.
Darling.
And our teeth are literally.
Good night.
Skeleton.
Showing themselves to the world.
Weight is 169 pounds.
You have lost 16 pounds.
169? Have a nice day.
I'm losing so much weight.
You're beginning to show.
Damn you.
Think you can starve me? Make me lose weight?
Leave nothing but skin on bone?
I have to do something. to stop that. Yes.
Stop it.
After all, I'm the part that thinks.
My God.
The pain.
My head.
My ribs.
In. In.
Threshing. I can hardly breathe.
Don't breathe.
Closing in like a fist.
Stay away from my heart.
My heart.
Good morning.
Why are you shaving in the dark?
What's the matter?
Something inside me.
I think it's something I ate.
I'm fed up with your pills, your syrup, your spray,
all the things I have around here.
Either your friends are leaving or I'm leaving.
Clean -up day, garage sale day, garbage disposal day. There and
there.
You don't eat oats.
You don't eat bones.
Well,
that's it.
Starting tonight, I'm going to put some observant fat on your bones.
Speaking of bones... No!
Oh, yes.
You can't.
Watch me.
Oh, my God.
Well, Reese is right.
That's the answer.
Come on.
Buy you a beer.
Two can play at this game.
Bucket of suds coming up.
Yeah, I'll have the same, Harry.
Clans?
Or is it some kind of special diet that you're on?
Who's talking to me?
I beg your pardon. You see, I... I'm having a problem putting on weight, and
I thought maybe...
You could give me some hints.
You want to gain weight, do you? Yes.
Well, listen here.
Inch by inch, layer by layer, year on year, I have built
this bounty, this battleship of a body.
Ice creams, pies, banana fritters, Monte Cristo
sandwiches dripping in butter.
Good. See, I need this. I need to know this.
But prepare yourself to meet every vile and terrible person you can possibly
meet. And pretty soon, you'll be adding that good old fat.
Day by day, you'll be building an epidermal buffer between yourself
and them.
Layers of fat to shield you from their abuse.
You'll be cured.
Prepared.
Cured.
That's what Munian said.
Pardon?
Munian.
You should have done this sooner.
Call it psychological. That's what he said.
Yeah.
Yeah,
you want out, don't you?
Hmm? Because if I die, then you can be out in the open.
Huh? Bring.
Yeah. If I'm not on your life.
Or mine.
I'm keeping you right where you are.
Yes.
Dr. Munian, I need your help.
You have prepared yourself.
Yes.
I've lost all this weight.
It's psychological.
Just like you said.
Yes.
You will see.
Ever since that day in your office.
My bones have ached more than ever.
And I can't eat.
My wife... I'm losing my mind.
She could be right.
Shall I rid you of your trouble?
Help you?
Cure you?
Anything.
I've shut.
Mouth. Why?
How is this old joke?
What a man in a dentist chair.
Cooperation, Mr.
Harris. Aye.
Dr. Miriam?
I just saw the strangest man.
Uh, excuse me. Dr.
Munigant?
Munigant. He of the extraordinary cure.
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