All language subtitles for The.Hand.1981

- Is that the new mandros?
- Yes, darling.

Could I see them?

I got to mail them before five.

Not yet. Next week.

What happened to the humonk?

I'll tell you the whole story tonight.

I promise.

Away you go.

How'd it go?

Another week.

We got drinks with the
writers at six, right?

Mm-hmm.

Aren't you looking forward to it?

You and Charlie just basically
talk about your work,

and Kate and I just sort of listen.

I thought you'd like to listen.

I do.

Those real estate people called.

There's a furnished sublet on 6th and 11th

that sounds perfect.

Oh, how much?

It's only $350 a month.

There must be something wrong with it.

Why do you always say things like that?

It's just the thought of
spending the winter in New York.

That's depressing.

We've already talked about all of this.

I've been looking into schools for Lizzie

and everything.

Well, maybe Lizzie
should wait another year.

Look, I'm not trying to get out of it.

Anyway, I got to mail this to Karen.

Yeah, but the thing is,

that if we want the apartment,

then we've got to give them
a deposit over the weekend.

Without even seeing it?

Tamara Willard saw it

and she says that it's a steal.

It's not going to be there Monday.

You really want this place, don't you?

It's just that there's
so many other things

I want to do in New York.

You know.

Like joining the origin institute?

That's one of them, yes.

You mean, you want to take
a course in creative living?

I want to do something on my own.

It know.

Daddy, look.

How does the lizard know I'm doing that

when there's no head?

It doesn't know, darling.

It's just a reflex.

It moves quick when 1
put the stick near it.

You see?

It knows.

Amanda!

I don't really think it was alive.

- Come on.
- I do.

Tell me about the apartment.

What did Tamara Willard say?

Well, it's not too big.

In fact, she said it's kind of small.

How small?

Living room, kitchen, bedroom.

Oh?

Where am I supposed to work?

Anne?

I thought you wanted to stay
here and work in the studio

and come into the city
a couple days a week.

Stay here alone?

But you said you did.

You told me several times

that you'd never spend another
winter in New York again.

I assumed you meant that.

You meant that's what you wanted.

You don't want me to go to
New York with you, do you?

That's not true.

That's not true at all.

What is then?

Huh?

Look out!

- I see her.
- Watch her!

Get back, you silly cow!

Jesus.

What is then?

What is true?

Well, I assumed...

...you assumed.

I assumed you meant
that it might be all right

if we were by ourselves for a while,

and did some thinking.

Thinking?

About what?

About our marriage.

Well, what about it?

What's wrong with it?

I don't khow what's wrong!

I just think that it needs to be,

to be reevaluated, um, re-appreciated.

Oh.

With you in New York and
me in Vermont, right?

I'm not talking about a separation

or anything permanent
or anything like that.

I just felt we should be
on our own for a while.

I thought you understand that.

I thought that was why
you said that I could...

Well, we obviously do
not understand each other!

There is no way I'm going to
let you traipse off to New York

with Lizzie,

leaving me here alone to pay the bills!

No way!

So you can forget that right now!

Then I'll go anyway.

You what?

Look out!

Get back!

Get back!

My hand!

Oh, Jesus.

Hold him.

Hold steady.

Tender?

No.

There?

Leave the dressing off from now on.

Try this exercise with your wrist.

Like you're twisting a corkscrew.

That's it.

How does it feel?

Like they're still there, my fingers,

like they're moving.

T can feel them.

Well, that's quite normal.

You'll have phantom feelings for years.

Heat, cold, irritation, pain.

Your memory is still
feeding familiar sensations

of having a handle on your nerve endings.

You'll never quite get over that feeling.

I'll make an appointment
for you in New York

with a good prosthetic man.

Okay.

It must be awful, daddy.

It was just one of those things.

A freak accident.

Freak?

Weird.

Unusual.

Sophie said on TV there was this hand,

and they sewed it back on this little boy.

But you have to find the
hand right away to do that.

What happened to the hand?

Mommy went to look
for it, and it ran away.

Bedtime, honey.

Good night, darling.

God bless.

I'm glad you did that.

Showed her your hand, your wrist.

Well, she's got to
see it sooner or later.

But it was good, the way you did it.

Are you looking forward to New York?

Yeah, very much.

I can't wait for you to see the loft.

It's so much prettier

than the other place ever could have been.

Don't.

It's all right.

Anne.

It's so ugly.

I imagine if anybody's found it by now,

they'd have called the police.

Why?

Wouldn't you,

if you found a part of a human body?

I shouldn't think
there's much left of it

with all those birds, rodents, insects.

There's everything out
there in that field.

It's probably just a few old bones by now.

I found my signet ring.

That was there.

- You never liked that ring.
- That's not true.

I wore that a long time.

You told me you only wore it

because Anne gave it to you

and you felt guilty about it.

Jesus Christ!

Don't start that again.

You know you never liked her.

I was talking to
Norman Kaufman about you.

Yeah?

What's there to talk about?

Well, he thinks the strip should go on.

It was never a blockbuster,
but it did very well,

especially out west.

Oh, yes, I am very big
in the Sacramento bee.

When I was in the hospital,

the president of this community college

in northern California called me,

and he asked me to go out and teach.

Sounds interesting.

I've always wanted to live in California.

Norman Kaufman thinks
the strip should go on.

That's impossible.

You wouldn't have to do it yourself.

You could do the continuity,

dialogue, rough out the action.

Somebody else could do
the finished artwork.

It would be a bit of
a dead end, wouldn't it,

for anyone taking it over.

It wouldn't be easy to
find the right person.

There's this young man, David maddow.

He used to do underground comics.

Loves "mandro."”

thinks it's as good as anything
Kelly or pfeiffer ever did.

Maybe you could do him a plot line,

and he could do some test boards?

I don't know, Karen.

I just hadn't thought about it.

Here, try this.

It's absolutely delicious.

Is everything all right?

Fine.

May I bring you anything else?

Maybe some more white.

More white.

It takes time to get used to things,

the doctor said,

for the patient to understand
that he is changed forever.

I mean, he's, he's lost a limb.

Jon, the reason you're
hesitant about "mandro",

about starting it up again,

is because you know the moment
you start earning a living,

the moment you're back on your feet-

I don't know anything.

Anne will leave you.

I'm sorry.

I just don't like what she's doing to you.

Okay, that's fine, Karen.

That is fine.

Thank you.

Breathe, drop the rib cage.

Yes!

Straight spine, guys.

Feel the energy coming up
from the soles of your feet.

Bring your foot out to here.

Out to here, and drop
the hip, drop the hip.

Good, nice.

Okay, up through the kneecaps,

up the spine, out through
the crown of the head.

Bring this kneecap up, would you, please?

That's nice.

And inhale, other side.

Did I hear "ow"?

I think I heard "ow."

Did I hear "ow"?

That's nice.

Yoga is not "ow."

Yoga is "ahhh."

All right, breathe.

This is very nice, Miss Fontaine,

but it's not yoga.

Extend the fingers, all right?

All right, keep the thumbs
apart and tuck this.

Okay, guys, inhale.

Other side.

Shhh.

That's it, that's it.

Okay, let's all do the...

feet together, and one,
two, three, breathe.

You know, you could have
been a little nicer to bill.

He's not all that stupid.

God bless you.

Who?

Bill, Bill Rickman, my teacher.

Do you know that he's
traveled all over the world?

Incredible places like
Turkey and Australia.

He's got a degree in psychology.

He's going for his master's.

You sound like you're
coming down with a cold.

It don't know.

Tell me, how did the
meeting go with Karen Wagner?

Fine.

She wants me to meet my replacement.

A replacement?

What does she have in mind?

Did you see my signet ring?

No.

It was in here.

Well, I haven't touched your things.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Maybe Lizzie, maybe she took it.

Why don't you
ask her in the morning?

I can never find anything
in this bloody place.

And why is it always so cold?

- Darling.
- Hmm?

Do you remember what Dr. Silverman said

about going into analysis?

We can't afford it!

But it's so much more
important than the money.

And I was thinking that if I saved...

You think I'm going to pay
some parasite $100 an hour

to listen to me rattle on

about my experiences in my mother's womb,

you're crazy.

Huh!

After $1,000, he'll probably tell me

I have a penis complex
because I lost my hand.

And after $10,000,

he'll probably tell me I'm sane again.

No doubt we're all crazy in some ways.

That doesn't mean we have to
go parading out our psychosis

to some other psychotic

just because he has a white
coat and a degree, does it?

The bastards!

They just love to prey
on our insecurities.

If we didn't have them,
they'd create them.

We can do other things with the money.

What is it?

- Ahh.
- Sorry.

It'll smart.

It does.

It feels
comfortable now, though?

Yeah, it's okay.

Do you want to try the harness?

Yeah.

How's that feel?

Comfortable?

It's not binding anywhere?

No, it's okay.

Okay.

Now let me see if you
can clench your fingers.

How do I do that?

Extend your arm forward.

See, the more tension you exert here,

the tighter the grip.

Yeah.

Good, good, good.

How strong is it?

Put your hand in there
like that and make a fist.

Ahh.

That's powerful.

Yes, it is.

With practice,

you'll be able to pick up
surprisingly small objects.

Drawing?

Buttoning your shirt,
changing razor blades,

catching flies.

It just depends

on what you want to do with your hand.

Drawing.

Mm-hmm.

And now the glove,

you can change it every month,

month and a half.

It depends on you, your
own personal taste.

Okay.

Clench your fingers.

Good, good.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So what do you think?

Well, they're interesting,
but they're not "mandro."”

well, it's not exactly your style, but-

- all my enemies reincarnated.

You really think mandro
believes in crap like that?

There's a lot of scientific
research being done

on the possibility that...

He's even changed my outline!

Look!

It's hallucinations.

Well, maybe he thought
that it needed changing.

That's not what he was hired for!

He was told to draw what I wrote!

I can't talk to you if
you're going to shout at me.

I am not shouting at you.

I am shouting at him, Maddox.

I mean, this isn't "mandro."”

this is some character he's made up.

But if he's going to
take over the strip-

- he is not supposed...
- Why don't you let him?

Because I invented "mandro."

I have lived with him for 10 years.

He is mine.

I created him.

That doesn't mean
you can't give him up.

Give him up?

Why should I?

Because you'll get a
good income out of it,

and we won't have to worry
about Lizzie or the rent

or what we're gonna do after Christmas.

Anne!

It's all right.

I'll phone Karen.

I'll see.

Your style is original.

Different from mine, but interesting.

Thanks.

I'm glad you like it.

What did you think of the story line?

Why did you change it?

Well, I didn't really change it.

I just brought it up to date a little bit.

Oh?

How?

Well, what would
you say was the point

of your outline?

The return of his queen.

His queen has been kidnapped.

Mandro goes to look for her.

That's it.

It's simple.

Not reincarnation,

not left to stand here
facing all eternity alone.

Not what you did to my character.

What did I do with your character?

You weakened him.

How?

By making him look
too deep inside himself,

making him too self-conscious.

That's not mandro.

Mandro knows what he wants.

Mandro doesn't think.

You drew all those little fucking
bubbles with him thinking.

Maybe mandro should change a little bit,

begin to explore himself, ask questions.

Oh, yes, I've been told.

But you don't cut the balls off Superman.

It's not cutting the balls off of him.

It's the same thing Walt
Kelly did with "pogo."

Mandro isn't "pogo."

No, but he could be.

The market is there.

Do you have any idea how many copies

a book like "Watson:
Super nature" has sold?

That's what Norman
Kaufman thinks, too, Jon.

He likes David's approach with the strip.

He thinks...

You think I should leave
this whole thing to you two,

don't you?

You think I should just sit here

and take my piece of the action.

No, of course not, Jon.

I think we should take a
look at David's boards,

and if there's anything in
particular you object to,

I'm sure David will be
more than willing to-

It's fine with me.

Jon.

What is this?

How could you?

That's not mandro.

Mandro doesn't think.

You drew all those little fucking
bubbles with him thinking.

Sorry, excuse me.

Hey, what is that?

- Wait.
- Leave me alone!

You got no hand.

People like you should be-

- who do you think you are, anyway?

Lice, rotten scum!

Get out of here!

Get lost! - You shithead!

Fuck off!

Fuck you!

But you don't
cut the balls off Superman.

It's not cutting
the balls off of him.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Why?

Why, Annie?

Why did you do it?

It's all right, you're safe now.

You can talk.

You can tell the truth.

It's okay, Annie.

It's okay.

Hi, daddy.

Hi, darling.

Tell me, did you see those drawings

on my table last night?

In a green envelope?

Yeah.

What did you think of them?

I didn't like them.

Why not?

He made mandro, different.

Lizzie, please listen to me.

I am listening.

Did you know I didn't like them?

Did you hear mommy and me talking?

Yes,

did you, did you touch them?

No.

What happened?

Oh, the meeting.

It was cut short.

Where is he?

He just left.

Why were you crying?

We were counseling.

Yes, I know that.

What was it you were remembering?

I can't tell you.

You see, you're not supposed
to talk about it afterward.

What happened at the meeting?

We decided to call the whole thing off.

The strip?

Why?

Because I can't get
along with maggot, Maddox.

He's an arrogant little shit.

Um, well, is Karen going to
get you something else then?

Oh, no, I don't think so.

As a matter of fact,

I don't think Karen's ever
going to do anything for me

ever again.

Why not?

We're not supposed to
talk about it afterwards.

What are we going to do for money?

I'll get a job teaching.

Where?

California.

Somewhere far away.

Isn't that a little sudden?

No.

I've been offered a very
good job in California.

Lizzie!

Yes, mommy.

Come on, honey.

Time for our bath.

We got you a car and a house
back in the woods.

It belongs to the college.

Rent's free.

Why not get a place in town?

Don't think you'd want to stay there.

Hotel's ratty.

Are you associated with the college?

Teacher.

Oh, what do you teach?

Psychology.

Anything I can get 15 jerk-offs a year

to enroll for.

One time I even taught
bomb shelter management.

Don't laugh.

I think it's coming back.

Hammond told me you
get paid by the course.

You got to get 15 kids
to put their name down?

Yeah, only after the first few classes,

don't keep any attendance records.

The state refunds the
college for each student.

You should be okay.

Kids have heard of you.

I used to follow that strip of yours.

Big culture hero.

Jon Lansdale.

I am very happy to be here in Saraville,

and I very much look forward

to working with you all this semester.

It's going to take me a little time

to get all your names,

but um, why don't we go around the room,

and each one of you

tell me a little bit about yourselves.

I imagine you all have
your favorite comic strips.

Why don't we talk about them?

Okay?

We'll start with you.

What's your name?

Uh, Billy Jenkins.

Okay.

All right, now, do you
like comic strips, Billy?

Yeah.

Which is your favorite?

Do you have a favorite comic strip, Billy?

No.

I see,

and you, young lady?

Huh?

Do you have
a favorite comic strip?

No.

Hello, daddy.

Hi, darling.

How are you?

- Fine.
- I miss you.

- I miss you, too.
- I love you.

I love you.

Mommy wants to talk to you. Okay.

Hello, Jon?

- Anne?
- How are you?

Is everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine.

The countryside here is lovely.

Lizzie will really like it.

The house is, it's a bit depressing, but,

we'll find another one
when you get out here.

When are you...

Well, it seems awfully silly...

When, when are you coming out here?

It seems silly

when we have to give up the
loft anyway at Christmas.

Christmas?

But that's two months away.

I know that, but, Jon...
Lizzie likes this school,

and she's made a friend here.

It is what we've been
talking about, isn't it?

I mean, it would be the
perfect chance for us

It would be good for you, too.

You ought to go out and see people.

It would be different.

We'd both grow as people.

Yeah.

And we have the
phone, we have the phone.

Do you think you'd be all right?

Oh, yeah, I'll be all right.

Don't worry.

Lizzie misses you very much.

She talks about you all the time.

Yeah, I miss her, too.

Give her a kiss for me, will you?

Of course.

Well, uh,

we'll talk.

Anger.

Mandro has changed minimally,

but the face on the right is
now employing a new element,

displaying violent emotion in
a simple way with bared teeth.

In this manner,

we have displayed an
entire series of emotions

with a minimum of expressive lines.

So, that will be all for today.

I have graded your sketchbooks.

Please pick them up on the way out.

Hi.

Hi.

Come in.

So I, uh, thought you want this back.

- Did you just do these?
- Uh-uh.

In class, you've seen them all before.

Ah.

Would you like a drink or something?

Coffee?

You got a beer?

Yeah.

So you think I'll
ever make a cartoonist?

You might.

The only class I was any
good at was bookkeeping.

What's wrong with that?

I'll take it from the can.

Who wants to be a bookkeeper?

What do you want to be?

I don't know.

I suppose that's why I
picked this place, you know?

never have to graduate,

none of that shit

about having to make it in the world.

You can't keep taking courses

for the rest of your life.

I don't want to do
anything the rest of my life.

I seen you with Brian.

Yeah.

He's dying to fuck me.

I never let him.

It drives him crazy.

He's always doing this number.

Walks around, he's hiking up his pants,

show me how big he is.

He's so stuck on himself, you know?

He never looks at my ass.

With you, it's different.

I like the way you look at me.

I feel like it's me you're looking at.

I'm kind of old-fashioned.

I like to make it in bed, okay?

Okay.

You can leave it on.

It doesn't bother me.

Come on.

Do it!

Just don't hold off, okay?

Go on.

Do it!

I'll give you a ride into town.

It wouldn't be cool.

Want me to come back sometime?

Tomorrow?

Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Trauma.

A shock of some kind might cause it.

A hockey player gets cracked in the head,

goes to the locker room,
showers, changes, eats,

finds himself driving home.

He can't even remember who won the game.

What sort of trauma?

A thing like that might start it.

What've you been doing
during these blackouts?

Misplacing things,

finding them again, my signet ring.

What else?

Drawings.

I found this drawing,

I don't remember doing it.

Was it obscene?

Yeah.

Maybe you were tired,
some automatic pilot took over?

No, I could never do work
like that with my left hand.

This is like work I used
to do with my right hand.

You never know what you can do.

The unconscious is capable of anything.

Like what?

A guy under hypnosis.

One subject, spoke fluid German.

Never spoke a word of
it before in his life.

We did experiments like that at Berkeley.

So you think maybe I've blacked out

and switched hands.

Maybe.

Or maybe your prosthetic hand

was receiving some past
impulses from your brain,

and was repeating a trance pattern.

But you can't do it when you're conscious?

No.

I'd be scared shitless if I were you.

Why?

Blackouts are nothing to fool with.

All I did was a drawing.

How do you know that's all you did?

You ever been drunk?

- Yeah.
- Really drunk.

I mean, you don't really
remember what you did,

if you shouted some
obscenity in the street

or picked a fight with some innocent guy

because he had a way with the women or...

So, you're saying that I could black out,

and rape somebody.

You think rape's bad, man.
You could kill somebody.

Shit, man, you could do
anything you ever dreamed of

and never had the guts to do.

It's all up there,
and you'll never know.

Know what?

Who you are.

Who the fuck you really are.

Stella?

Excuse me.

Can you come to my place tonight?

No, I told you.

Come to my place.

Be as early as you can.

- When is she coming?
- Tomorrow, in the afternoon.

How long for?

It don't know.

She didn't say.

How about you?

What are you going to do for Christmas?

Fuck, Christmas!

I was thinking of going to L.A.

You have friends there?

Yeah, I have friends.

I gotta be going.

Why?

I have to be at the supermarket.

Tonight? It's Wednesday.

Stella?

I got a present for you.

A present for me?

Yeah, a present for you.

What is it?

Open it and see.

What's the matter?

Stella?

Do you want me to come back?

Can you?

Yes,

what time do you get through?

At 10.

Great.

I'll wear it when I come back, okay?

Okay.

I'll be at the last chance.

I'll come and pick you up, okay?

No.

I have to stop home after working.

And I'll be up here at 11, okay?

Can you try and come back earlier?

Yeah.

Bye.

Hey, mandro!

What do you say to a drink?

- I'm celebrating.
- Me, too. Happy Christmas.

Fuck Christmas! I'm getting
out of these pits for two weeks.

- Great. Where are you going?
- L.A.

What'll it be, partner?

Scotch rocks.

You got friends there?

Sure, friends.

Motel manager.

Two weeks shacked up at the beach

with 115 pounds of pussy.

You know, that's always
been a dream of mine,

a place at the beach,
plenty of beer and food,

and I get to screw her.

Night and day, any time I want.

Anybody from around here?

What do you mean?

The girl you're shacking up with.

In L.A.?

Hell, you know her.

The stuck-up bitch who
works at the supermarket?

Stella Roche?

Taking her.

I guess she finally saw the light.

I tell you, if there's
one bitch in this town

who needs her chains pulled, it's her.

Two weeks in L.A. and she'll...

Jon?

Jon?

J oh, oh?

J what do we got to do j

j union, union, union city blues j

j don't turn the other side j

j it becomes their right j

j I say he's mine j

j; Oh-ho-ho, power, passion
play as a double hit'

j union, union, union city man j

j oh, I cry out for
flight to the other side

j rearrange my mind j

It's a bit run-down.

Looks all right.

I've only got it by the month

till we can get something better.

Jon?

Just a minute.

Wait a moment.

I got a little surprise.

Okay.

Uh, the bedroom's upstairs.

Turn left and it's on the left.

Mommy, look at the tree.

Yes, it's lovely, darling, lovely.

I'll bring your other case up.

Okay.

Is this for me?

What?

Uh, yes, it is.

You like that?

It's very pretty, but

what made you think of this of all things?

I, uh,

I thought you'd like that.

Have you been getting a girl in?

No, why?

I thought maybe one of your students

could help out or something.

No.

I look after myself.

I've got plenty of time.

Don't you miss eating steak, darling?

Ugh!

Uncle Bill says it's bad for you.

Makes you get angry at people.

And yourself, too.

What about protein?

Well, there's a lot
of protein in soybeans,

lentils, cheese, all sorts of things.

Oh, you've given this up, too?

Distorts things.

Yeah, I know.

Look, Jon, I came here
to tell you something.

You never intended
staying here, did you?

You never even unpacked
your other suitcase.

And you sent the rest of your stuff

to San Francisco,

and that's where you're
going to join him, isn't it?

Who?

Rickman.

Bill Rickman.

I wanted to tell you in my own way.

Tell me what?

Something you pirated from
some fucking textbook?

All I had to do was to
read his letter to you

from San Francisco.

You've torn open my
mail and read this letter?

Oh, yes, my dearest, darling spirit.

Sounds like a pile of shit if you ask me.

First of all, I am not joining him.

The Origin Institute is
opening up a new branch.

They have offered me a job.

Bill Rickman will be one
of the group leaders.

Yeah, but you wouldn't
accept me, would you?

You'd accept him, but
you wouldn't accept me!

What are you talking about?

You've never been interested

in any of the things
we were trying to do.

He's been living in that
loft with you, hasn't he?

No.

Not living.

What do you mean, "not living"?

Just that.

Why don't you answer the question?

Not in that tone of voice.

All right, then,

I'll ask it in another tone.

Has he been fucking you?

I don't think that's
any of your business.

What do you mean it's
none of my business?

What do you mean?

You're my wife.

You are the mother of my child.

I love you.

You love me?

I don't think so.

You loved your work.

You love "mandro."

You love Lizzie.

But I don't think you ever loved me.

Oh, and he does, does he?

Bill Rickman does?

Yes, Bill Rickman does.

So you have
been sleeping with him,

haven't you?

Yes!

And I like him.

He's helped me to grow,
to think, to feel.

He's opened up new worlds for me.

You're trying to kill me, aren't you?

You want to destroy me.

What?

You want to crush me.

You hate me, don't you?

You've always hated me.

Jon, I think you're
being a little paranoid...

Does Lizzie know
you're sleeping with him?

It would have been
wrong to keep her out.

And you know what, Jon?

She didn't think anything of it.

Children don't at that age.

Stop lecturing me, god damn you!

Lizzie is my flesh and blood

and I will never let you
take her away from me.

Never!

Why don't we ask Lizzie?

Because you have brainwashed
her with your crap.

What does she know anymore?

And you think that you're
in the proper frame of mind

to make a decision?

She doesn't belong to you.

I think that at least she's...

I think you should get out of here.

I think you should get out of this house.

Get out of my life.

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Thanks, dad.

Can you read these to me tonight?

Sure, darling, sure.

Wait a minute.

Hold everything!

Lizzie, you forgot one.

Now, it's from me.

Yep.

I can't get the car started.

You have to start it
in neutral, not park.

I already tried that.

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There's a market open
on, um, Spruce street.

Do you know where that is?

Take your left on the main street

past the hotel.

Okay.

What's that smell?

What?

I wish you weren't
so angry with me, Jon.

I'm not trying to take
Lizzie away from you.

I just don't think that the two of us

can raise her together.

Not now.

And she honestly likes Bill, you know?

But like an older brother,
not like a father.

But he could never
replace you in her mind.

Never.

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Where's mommy?

She, uh, she may have car trouble.

Are you hungry, darling?

Yes, but I'm on a diet.

Can I go to exercise class, daddy?

Like in New York with Uncle Bill?

- I don't see why not.
- Good.

When?

Well, when we see
where we're going to be.

Where we're going to live.

But aren't I going
to San Francisco with mommy?

Yes,

yes, of course you are.

Why are you so hot?

Double five.

That's her now!

Sit down.

It isn't mommy.

But it's mommy.

It's her car! Lizzie, sit down!

It isn't her.

Now, be calm and sit down!

It's mommy!

Lizzie, come here.

It is not your mommy.

Mommy, he said it wasn't you.

What's going on?

I thought something had happened to you.

Oh, well, the car stalled

as soon as I got it into town, that's all.

I couldn't start it by myself.

I had to call the garage
and have them help out.

You want to help me?

Yeah.

So what have
you and daddy been doing?

You hungry?

- Hey, Lansdale!
- What happened?

I thought you were in L.A.

- Nah, she copped out on me.
- She change her mind?

Yeah.

I reckon something happened

just made her change her mind.

Where is she?

I reckon she went to L.A.

I drove out to her place,

the landlady said the
last time she saw her

was after work on Wednesday night.

Her bike's gone.

She never went back
to her room that night?

- Why the hell do you care?
- What?

What happened to her.

Did you ever fuck her?

No, never.

I only saw her in class.

What?

I only saw her in the classroom.

If only I could have seen her.

Man, I could have talked her into it.

I had the money!

Shit!

We could be in L.A. now.

We could be...

You made her, didn't you?

You were fucking her.

It wasn't enough for you, was it?

No, you had to talk her
out of going to L.A. with me.

You didn't want anybody else to have her!

I didn't even know she
was going away with you.

You're a fucking liar!

I told you so myself.

You told me in the last chance

the night before you were leaving,

and I never saw Stella again!

I'd gone straight to Reno.

That's where you took her?

You took Stella there with you?

No, I went alone.

I booked into the motel, The Holiday Inn.

Now, you just call and check it out.

I registered in my own name.

Why?

Why did you go to Reno alone?

Well,

- Because...
- Yeah?

Well, she was at my
place that afternoon...

- Uh-huh.
- And we had a date

for that evening.

And then I saw you in the last chance,

and you told me you were
going to take Stella to L.A.

I just thought,

I just didn't want to see her.

So, I got in my car

and I drove straight to Reno alone!

Well, how the fuck
do I know what you did?

You said you were having blackouts.

You, you told me so yourself.

I'm going to the cops, man.

Brian!

Wait!

- Fuck you, man!
- Brian, listen.

I went straight back to that, I...

When are you getting out of here?

I'm leaving in the morning.

Alone?

I'm taking Lizzie.

No, you're not.

I don't think you have any choice.

Lizzie wants to come with me.

Ask her.

You're not taking her away from me.

You're not.

Mommy!

Mommy!

Leave her alone!

Stop it!

You're hurting mommy!

Oh, no, no, no.

No, I'm not hurting her, I'm helping her.

I heard her scream, I came into the room,

he was in here.

He came in through the window.

He's out there now.

Mama!

Are you all right, wake up!

Lizzie.

Call the police.

- Dial O for operator.
- Mama!

Quickly!

Operator?

- You all right?
- I...

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I must have passed out.

- You're Jon Lansdale?
- That's right.

Teach up at the college?

Yeah, yeah.

Uh, my wife, is she...

oh, she, she'll be fine.

She'll be okay.

Good god.

There was a prowler.

Did you see him?

Yeah.

Gone.

What's the matter?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Like what?

Like that!

You sure you're all right?

Hey, Jim, do you smell it?

Yeah, I sure do.

Whatever it is,
it's coming from in here.

You got the keys?

- What?
- The keys to the trunk.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Would you mind opening it?

No, no.

What are you looking for?

Well,

it's been a strange kind of night.

Wife's been attacked.

We found an abandoned car
down the road tonight.

Oh?

Belonged to Brian Ferguson.

- Brian?
- Uh-huh.

What's he got to do
with what's in there?

Why don't you open it,
and we'll see?

Why should I?

Because if you don't, we will.

And what do you think
you're going to find?

We don't know.

Whatever it is, it's
stinking up the place.

You think I've done
something wrong, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

You think there's something
in there, don't you?

Mm-hmm, you're damn straight I do.

Well, you're full of shit!

There's nothing in there!

You wanna see?

Eh?

Take a look!

Jesus!

Oh, dear!

Who's the other one?

It's the Roche girl.

Stella.

It's an old rage, Jon.

An ancient rage.

Brian, was an accident.

Well, you didn't really mean to kill him,

it was a man.

But his actions were threatening,

interfered with your will.

So, once again, instead
of facing the feeling,

you blacked out.

Once again, you choose to
eliminate someone else's life,

in order to fulfill your own.

You left the bar, and you
drove back to the house,

exactly like you had done

the night that you killed Stella.

This time you wanted to kill Anne

because she had betrayed you, hmm?

Is that really true, Jon?

I don't think
you have any choice.

She wants to come with me.

Ask her.

That really true?

It was Lizzie that saved you.

Leave her alone!

Some primitive, god-like power.

Love, Jon, love

for her, your own daughter,
brought you to consciousness.

Jon!

You ran, Jon.

You ran.

You ran to the garage ashamed of yourself,

looking for this hand,

wanting to destroy it
forever, this evil in you.

And there you had a
massive amnesic attack.

You turned your rage on yourself.

It's a life-and-death struggle, Jon.

It's not over yet.

Don't be afraid of the pain.

Just go into it, deeply down.

Sense it.

Feel it.

Touch it.

Don't deny it.

I'm here.

I'm here to help you through it.

I can handle your rage.

Jon?

Yes.

Yes.

I think that the
experiments are going well.

I think you are reaching
your subconscious.

I think you're giving up the lie

and seeking the truth.

I think one day

you're going to be able
to forgive yourself,

to say "I love.”

What are you feeling right now, Jon?

Hmm?

No, I want to know.

What are you feeling?

Tell me what you're feeling.

What is your image?

Are you trying to tell me something?

Do you want to tell me something, Jon?

The hand.

I see,

where is the hand now?

Near your neck.

What does the hand want?

It wants to kill you.

Why?

Why does the hand want to kill me?

Because it hates you.

No, Jon.

No, Jon, you hate.

You, you!

It's your hate.

It's your will.

Take responsibility for it.

There is no hand.

Jon!

There's no ha-