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Col. Vincent Kane is a military psychiatrist who takes charge of an army mental hospital situated in a secluded castle. | dG1fOGxtVS1SQ3ljZTg
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00:00 Case history's on the men.
00:02 I've been through every one of them.
00:04 Haven't learned a blessed thing.
00:06 I think this boy was a diabetic.
00:08 May I come in?
00:12 That's yours.
00:14 So that's your couch.
00:16 Why don't you make it a bed of nails?
00:18 Then we can all see the blood pouring out.
00:20 Kotscho, the astronaut.
00:22 I would say yes.
00:24 My.
00:26 You're the new boy, huh?
00:28 I'm Captain Kane.
00:30 Do I call you Hud?
00:32 Try calling him Colonel.
00:34 Are you the one that makes the chicken?
00:36 Colonel Kane's a psychiatrist.
00:38 Sure. And they told me you were a doctor.
00:40 This man treats crocodiles for acne!
00:42 Why are we quibbling?
00:44 Pack up and leave, Hud.
00:46 You're on the way out.
00:48 I'm acting on orders so to inform you.
00:50 Who ordered you, Kotscho?
00:52 Unseen forces.
00:54 Far too numerous to enumerate.
00:56 It's all in the files.
00:58 Here it is.
01:08 Now read it, Hud.
01:12 Read it out loud.
01:14 It's my therapy.
01:16 Read it! Or I'll go crazy, damn it!
01:18 I swear it! And you'll be responsible!
01:20 All right, Kotscho, please sit down.
01:24 I think the end of the world
01:26 just came for that bag of Fritos I had in my pocket.
01:28 Would you please tell Frome I'd like my pants?
01:30 Consider the lilies of the field.
01:32 I'm waiting.
01:40 I'm waiting.
01:42 I'm waiting.
01:46 Two days prior to a scheduled space shot,
01:56 subject officer, while dining on the base,
02:00 was observed to pick up a plastic ketchup bottle,
02:04 squeeze a thin red line across his throat,
02:08 and then to stagger and fall very heavily across a table,
02:10 then being occupied by the director
02:14 of the National Space Administration,
02:16 gurgling,
02:18 "Don't order the swordfish."
02:22 You're looking at my medal, Hud.
02:28 Stop looking at my medal.
02:30 No, I'm not...
02:32 Yes, you were.
02:34 You coveted it.
02:36 The following morning...
02:38 Isn't it beautiful?
02:40 Yes, it's very...
02:42 You son of a bitch.
02:44 I knew it. There he goes.
02:46 You were looking at it.
02:48 Sorry. Sorry?
02:50 What good is sorry? I'm a nervous wreck.
02:52 He's a wreck.
02:54 Christ, how can I sleep now,
02:56 waiting for a covetous, kleptomaniacal colonel
02:58 to come creeping around to my bedside
03:00 at a tap to rip away my medal?
03:02 If I were to do that, you might awaken.
03:04 Like hell I'd awaken.
03:06 Powerful drugs could be insinuated into my soup.
03:08 The following morning...
03:16 Coveting is a sin.
03:18 The following morning at 0500,
03:24 subject officer entered his spacecraft.
03:32 And upon receiving his instruction
03:34 from control to begin his countdown,
03:36 he was heard instead to say,
03:40 "I am frankly sick of being used."
03:42 Sometime later,
03:46 subject officer plainly stated
03:48 that going to the moon
03:50 was naughty, impolite, uncouth,
03:52 and in any case,
03:54 bad for his skin.
03:56 What's the matter? You think that's funny?
04:00 No. No, I don't.
04:02 Pack up and leave, Hud.
04:04 I've had it!
04:06 Cut your...
04:08 Why won't you go to the moon?
04:10 Why do camels have humps and cobras...
04:12 Why won't you go?
04:14 The man in the moon tried to fuck my sister.
04:16 Cut your...
04:18 The truth of the matter
04:20 is custard called sitting bull a spic.
04:22 Christ, the reasons are dangerous.
04:26 What the hell is this?
04:28 How I believe.
04:30 I take it.
04:32 Show me a Catholic,
04:36 and I'll show you a junkie.
04:38 Dr. Feldman,
04:44 I need help.
04:46 That's right.
04:48 Once again, that Finnish Douglas
04:50 have given me that horrible Michael Furbans.
04:52 Look, I'm bleeding.
04:54 This wound's self-inflicted.
04:56 Hey.
04:58 My coronelito.
05:00 You are not well.
05:02 No, I'm fine.
05:04 But your coloring is absolutely
05:06 bilious.
05:08 Vic, come!
05:10 Look out!
05:12 There. Damn it.
05:14 I want your name, badge number,
05:16 and the name of every other
05:18 boy in your group.
05:20 You have the right to remain silent.
05:22 Hey, son.
05:24 A reporter of Jenny, perhaps.
05:26 At least.
05:28 No more Dorian Gray.
05:30 Ciao.
05:34 You have the right to speak with an attorney
05:36 and to have the attorney present.
05:38 I know you want to be alone.
05:40 You so desire and cannot afford to.
05:42 Okay.
05:46 I'm ready for my inkblot test now.
05:48 It absolutely flips me.
05:50 Now, while you're fresh with all those roses in your cheeks.
05:52 Cachao, come.
05:54 It's a psychiatrist!
05:56 My God, Rick! Help me!
05:58 Casablanca.
06:00 All right, Cachao.
06:04 Okay, sit down.
06:06 [footsteps]
06:08 What do you see?
06:24 An old woman in funny clothes blowing poison darts at a buffalo.
06:26 Bison.
06:28 I'm waiting.
06:34 [footsteps]
06:36 My whole life
06:38 rushing past me in an instant.
06:40 This one?
06:42 Kafka talking to a bed bug.
06:44 Correct.
06:46 You're full of shit, you know that?
06:48 I thought it was Kafka.
06:50 You wouldn't know Kafka from Betty Davis.
06:52 And you, you're a mental case.
06:54 Yes, maybe I am.
06:56 Ingratiating bastard.
06:58 Do you always play kiss-ass with the loonies?
07:00 No.
07:02 I'm your regular.
07:04 Take the medal.
07:08 I'll take this book.
07:10 What book?
07:12 I Remember Mama by Oedipus Rex.
07:14 [crash]
07:20 [radio chatter]
07:24 May I go?
07:26 Gone.
07:28 Gone.
07:30 So far, very good.
07:32 Good.
07:33 [BLANK_AUDIO]
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