The Brute

No! Donfl

oh, no! No!

No!

No! Oh, no! Don't!

No! Stop! No!

Morning.

Sleep well?

Bit difficult explaining shaving cuts,

when one uses an electric.

Come!

- Morning, Maria. - Good morning, sir.

How's the old chug-chug?

Going well.

And the family?

- Very well, thank you, sir. - Good. Glad to hear it.

- Coffee, darling. - Bastard.

Bitch.

Swine.

Slut.

Sticks and stones.

Sorry about last night.

Sorry?

Why, Teddy?

Don't know, really.

Lose again?

Well...

How much?

Enough.

Toast?

You smashed a rear light.

Hit the garage door.

And I suppose it was my fault?

Something like that.

- Although I think I had it in mind. - Well, I can't go to work.

Rubbish.

What am I supposed to tell them?

That I can only model Polo-neck sweaters?

Look at this.

And this.

Be cleared up by the weekend.

Well, I'm booked today.

Fifty an hour, for three hours.

I'd have thought you'd have taken better care

of one of your few remaining assets.

For Christ's sake, put some make-up on it.

Make-up?

I'd have to dip myself in the bloody stuff.

Teddy, go to a psychiatrist. Get some help. It's got to stop.

Bullshit.

I can't go on.

I can't stand it anymore.

Got plans, have we?

Moving out, are we?

I don't think so. Haven't got the guts.

Think of the stink. Publicity.

It would hit you harder than it would hit me.

Anyway, what would your precious mummy have to say?

What about your affairs?

- That would all have to come out. - Look, I haven't had any affairs.

I wish I had. You accuse me all the time,

because it turns you on.

A fine thing for our boy.

All those little tykes at boarding school, chanting,

"your mother's a whore, your mother's a whore."

Oh, Teddy, stop it.

Look, I've said I'm sorry.

Put some make-up on, and go to work.

Tell them you were in a car smash.

Tell them you went into a ditch. Tell them you were drunk.

They'll believe that easily enough.

Tell them anything.

We need the bread,

angel.

Have a nice day.

Mark: That's nice, Diane. Straight into those.

Keep it into the lens. Foc... nice!

No, no, keep-keep-keep that. Back into the bear. Keep...

Nice, hold that. Don't move. That's lovely.

I'll tell you what, let's try putting the boa around the bear's neck.

- See what that looks like. - Yes, but...

But-but nothing.

We could burn your battle scars out a bit with this baby.

What happened to the car? Is it a write-off?

No, no. Not that bad.

- I got the worst of it. - So I see.

Carrie, can you just... please! That's nice. Leave it.

Nice.

Don't try and compete with the bear.

Nice! Nice, nice.

No, too much. Nice. Tiny smile.

Nice. Straight into the camera. That's it.

Thank you.

- Wasn't too painful, was it? - No. Thanks.

My pleasure.

- Do you want to change yet? - Oh, yes, please.

Okey-doke, I'll be with you in just a sec.

Okay, right...

Jesus! Some car crash!

I know. The branch of a tree, twanging on my backside.

What was it playing, "stars and stripes"?

- Bye, Mark. - Bye, Diane.

I'll see you on the, er...

- Fifteenth. - Right.

- And stay out of trouble, eh? - What?

I said, drive carefully.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

That husband of hers must be a bastard.

He is.

If she were black, it wouldn't show, of course, would it?

- What about the marks on her psyche? - Ah, those...

Completely different thing.

- What are you doing? - Darling, keep away.

There's a rabbit here in a godawful mess.

I don't know if it's been shot, orsavaged.

Well, you must kill it. Put it out of its misery.

I can't. I can't kill the wretched thing.

But you shoot. Now, what's the difference?

Well, they're up in the air.

When they get to the ground, it's all over.

Well, you can't leave it there.

Oh, my god!

Teddy, you must kill it. We can't just leave it to die in agony.

I can't.

Oh, don't be so pathetic!

I'll do it.

Let's go out this evening. Make a night of it.

All right. Where?

I dunno. Down the road. Four feathers?

Probably have rabbit pie.

- What did you do today? - Audition.

They wanted the mother image.

Get it?

They're mad.

All right, are we, then?

Truce, or peace?

Oh, I don't know.

I can't vouch for it.

We'll be all right.

Will we? And the next time?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Sexual hang-ups, generally,

result from a continuance into adult life

of childhood imaginings of guilt or inferiority.

Obviously, that's not the complete explanation.

Genetic factors can contribute to a child's inability to...

Grow out of parental holds.

For example, it's believed that homosexual tendencies

can be the result of chromosomal imbalances,

but the brute syndrome is not likely to have a...

An inborn factor.

My problem, mrs Shepherd, is that

although you have come to consult me,

you are not, so far as I can see, in need of treatment.

It's your husband who should be here.

Oh, I know, I know, but...

Well, how do I get him to come and see you?

In public, when we're with people, he's... he's perfectly normal

he's charming, solicitous...

Well, at home, too, most of the time.

- Then, suddenly out of nowhere, he's... - Yes.

If I could find some way of convincing him.

If only I could explain, prove to him, that you could help him.

Why do you think he does these things?

What started him off?

If I could answer that in one session, I'd be out of business.

The simplistic answers are boringly predictable.

You've heard them all a hundred times.

Getting even with mother, a child of a broken marriage,

being raised in an institution,

a throwback to toilet training.

No, I'm sorry, these things are not that simple.

Get him to come and see me.

Which do you think, darling?

This...

Or this?

Either.

Or... or perhaps this one?

Yes.

Yes, which?

Oh, that one. The pink.

- Not too tarty? - No.

And what's your mother going to say?

To hell with her.

And your father?

And him.

All right, pink it is.

Get me another drink, there's a darling.

Thanks.

Teddy?

Can we talk about something?

Yes, when you've got me my drink.

Yes, in a minute.

I've been to see a psychiatrist.

Have you?

Gone a bit loony, have you?

You know why I've been.

No, I don't.

I went for help.

For both of us.

I don't need any help,