(# Neil Diamond: ''Holly Holy'')
# Holly holy eyes
# Dream of only me
# Where I am
# What I am, what I believe in
# Holly holy
# Holly holy dream
# Wanting only you
# Holly holy love
# Take the lonely child
# And the seed
# Let it be filled with tomorrow
# Holly holy
# Sing a song
# Sing a Song Of Songs
# Sing it out
# Sing it strong
# Oh, oh, oh, yeah
# Oh, yeah
# Call the sun in the dead of night
# And the sun's gonna rise in the sky
# Touch a man who can't walk upright
# And that lame man he's gonna fly, yeah
# And I fly
# And I fly... #
We said we'd do something I wanted to do.
- We did. Camel riding. - I hated camel riding.
I really want to do some real stuff.
What do you mean real stuff? It's for losers! Ruth?
OK... We'll miss the Rajasthani buffet!
Ruth!
Ruth, wait!
Is she out of money?
No, it's quite simple. I have to tell you the truth.
For the sake of Ruth's and our old friendship.
Oh, what's that taken on?
That's very exotic. Hmm?
- On my Olympus. - That's interesting.
Mine's a Minolta. Is yours an auto flash job?
What am I looking at here, Prue?
Who are these people in the photo?
Ruth.
That's Ruth.
My God, I didn't realize. Gilbert, it's Ruth.
Yeah, I can see that now. She's wearing the national costume.
I’d never have recognized her.
I know.
Is something wrong?
Tell me, I want to know.
We were just like everyone else traveling in India.
We wanted to visit a live guru.
'We weren't serious about it.
'She thought it would be a good laugh.
''It was so scary. Some sort of freaky hypnotism happened.
'I think they were on drugs.
'She even burnt her airline ticket in front of me.
'That's when I asked her, ''Is it true what they said?
'''That Baba might marry you?'''
No, thank you, mate. No, thank you. No, mate. Thank you.
No, no. Say no, Ruth! Say no! Say no, Ruth. Stop him!
Ruthy, stop him!
No, no, Ruthy! Stop! Please, no! Say no!
Ruthy! Ruthy! Somebody help!
This is serious. Tim, please. It's serious.
Come on. We were waiting for you.
OK, seriously, what's happening?
- Who's he? - The top man on the subject.
He's been very helpful.
Hi, Tim. isn’t it terrible?
Don't worry, Miriam's gonna get her back. She's going to India.
- Are you? - If I need to.
I'm determined to fight.
G'day, Tim.
Stop Robbie drinking too much.
That's right, Mom, we'll fight.
Don't. Don't come here and mock. I'm close to the edge, Tim.
Sophie, sterilized at 23 to focus on her spiritual growth
wanted a reversal at 34.
It can't be done.
- So how do we get her back? - Lure... You lure her.
Couldn't we contact the embassy to send her home?
No, you can't.
If she were under 18, yes, under the International Convention.
You could only declare her mentally incompetent.
That's almost impossible to do.
We often steal. These cults use coercive methods.
Steal 'em. Turn the deception around.
They make up their little stories, we make up ours.
But we get her back.
The next step is the difficult one.
You'll have captured your daughter's body,
but not her mind.
So what do we do?
We hire the man I believe to be
the number one exit counselor in America.
For legal reasons, it's best if he's in and out. Untraceable.
- Could it be dangerous? - Yeah, it's delicate.
The mind's a damn mystery. Why do people believe in God?
Why do people believe they're in love?
Why do I tell myself every day, ''You're fat, mate.
''Today I won't eat cake, butter or bread'',
and by lunch I've done the lot?
So what did Mr. Hot Dog American cost?
$10,000 Australian, plus expenses.
Shit! And what's wrong with Number Two? What did he cost?
Forget it, Gilly. We're doing it. She's our golden girl.
My plane's leaving in three hours, everybody.
Delhi's hot. 95 to 105 degrees.
- Oh, God! - What if she doesn't come back?
When she knows you're dying, she'll come.
Sure!
What's bitten his old bum?
He doesn't like pretending to die.
Do you speak English?
Do you know where that is? That restaurant? Shiva's Restaurant?
It's a...fair way, I suppose, is it?
'Ah, goodness, this is busy, isn't it?'
Give me your money, please? Give me a rupee, please?
I'm sorry, I'm from Australia. I haven't got any, em...
any Indian money.
Are you sure this is it?
Mum!
Oh, where's your sari?
- You've got this on. - I was looking for a sari.
Oh, you're so hot!
Who's that?
The restaurant's fake holy man. This is my friend Rahi.
- Who? - Rahi.
It's my Sanyasin name. Hello, Miriam.
Hello.
You need a drink. Have you ever tried a lassi?
- A who? - A lassi. It's a yoghurt drink.
Is it from a bottle?
Mum, it's clean here.
Yes, only a few dozen flies.
Is there a toilet or a hole here?
It's a hole.
Oh!
''All your father and I want...'' Oh, no...
Calmie, calm... Calmie, calm.
Ventolin.
Oogh!
Mum, I've got no idea what Prue told you.
She got really scared.
Something amazing happened to me.
So powerful and so gentle.
It's...hard for me to describe.
You've got to experience Baba, Mum.
When he looks at you,
all your pretensions and fears just vanish.
Suddenly, it's so obvious how to live your life.
That it's really possible to be happy...
and truthful and do good.
How would you feel if I were to become enlightened?
Come to a meeting tonight. It's a beautiful opportunity,
Baba's going to be taking questions.
Just come and see.
He is so full of love.
Your father and I are pleased you've found fulfillment.
Are you?
How is Dad?
Like I wrote to you, he is very ill.
He had a stroke at Bill and Puss's farm and won't be moved.
Is he going to die?
Yes, he could. He wants to see you.
He's paid for your ticket home.
See? I cry. I couldn't cry before.
I didn't know that.
Will Daddy...?
Maybe next time.
- What do you mean next time? - You know, next time.
in another life.
- Oh, never mind. - He's dying, Ruth.
- Is he scared? - Of course he is.
He wants to see you. We've got a ticket for you.
It's really the timing. isn’t it, Nazni?
Who is Nazni?
It's Ruth. That's her apprentice name.
Ruth, can you speak for you?
Would you mind calling me Nazni. It's my name now.
They only initiate new Sanyisans once a year...
Fine, fine! You're doing just as you should.
You're pleasing yourself which is exactly what we taught you.
Please yourself. Don't let our deaths inconvenience you.
You've got great hair.
Oh, goodness. That's really kind of you.
No, it's fantastic.
- She's a bit nervous. - Of course.
- How's the hair? Any scent? - Ah, it's good.
Great.
The kitchen will be open for supper
after the evening programme...
No.
- Please. - I'm sorry, no.
I can't be sniffed. I'm sick, I want to leave.
- Don't be... - I feel like an animal.
- You'll be fine, just... - No, NO! Don't touch me!
- Mum. - No!
- Mum. Don't be silly. Mum! - Excuse me.
Mum, stop it. You're embarrassing me!
- No! - MUM!
No! No!
I can't breathe!
My spray! My spray!
No! No drink! No drink!
You'll be OK, madam.
Oh, thank God it's QANTAS.
We're here, it's fine.
- Hello! - Oh, my God!
Why is Miriam freaked out?
She thinks I'm going to live in India,
marry Buba and commit group suicide.
She and Dad hate Indians. You know? Dark people!
They're just the main points.
Well...? Are you going to marry him?
- I wish. - You wish?!
Well, yeah. He's an absolute love.
There's, um... just three problems.
He's not cute, Ruth. Look at him. He's like, old.
It's about love. It's not that literal. Marriage is symbolic.
He's marrying everyone.
Sydney, Australia. Case 190.
(# Neil Diamond: ''I am... I said'')
# Did you ever read about a frog
# Who dreamed of being a king?
# And then became one?
# Well, except for the names and a few other changes
# If you talk about me, the story's the same one
# Well, I've got an emptiness inside and I've tried
# but it won't let me go
# And I'm not a man who likes to swear,
# but I never cared for the sound of being alone
# I am, I said
# To no one there
# And no one heard at all... #
Fabio's an extra body if needs be, and Robbie, too.
- Hi, there. - Yep, whatever's necessary.
Mr. Waters, my name's Yvonne, with a 'Y'. I'm Robert's wife.
It's such a relief you've arrived.
We've all been so worried.
I'm here to be of assistance to you. I'm on supplies.
Is it hard to get polite help in America?
- Polite? - People with lovely manners.
Don't look at Robbie. He hasn't got any.
Where's the guy with the exiting experience?
Ah...Colin, where's he?
He's had a family misfortune. His mother died.
Oh, God, Stan! Was it expected?
Excuse me. This is not looking good, Stan. I needed Colin.
I can't do this work without a properly experienced assistant.
- Those are the rules. - That's where Robbie comes in.
Stan, c'mere a moment.
I'm a little aggravated. I could've got my Carol to come,
and she is good.
instead, you've given me two fruitcakes -
a ponytail and a clown!
Now, exiting is a... precision exercise.
I'm taking a leap with her into the sky.
Everything's at risk.
And I need her parachute to open.
I need mine to open.
Now, which of these men would you trust to pack your chute?
Ah...Fabio? I think he'd do a neat job.
He'd do a neat job with his toilet bag.
If he hasn't packed one before, would you trust him?
Hey! Don't splash! No, no, no, no!
- Yvonne! Yvonne! - What?
OK, cop you later. That was Tim, my older brother.
He's a gay man. They've arrived.
She's visited Dad once, but she's restless.
So, where to from here?
I’ll take a look, then we'll talk.
Mm-hmm.
She's not that easy to chat to.
This isn't a chat. This is a conversation that takes 3 days.
It's a very intuitive thing, very concentrated.
So, what is it that you do?
I work a basic three-step system,
where I steer the subject toward a breakthrough -
breakdown, whatever you prefer to call it.
Step one - isolate her, get her attention and respect.
When she's listening, I push. The heat goes on.
- The heat? - It's very traumatic for her,
which it's supposed to be.
- You want some? It's hot. - No, thank you.
Step two - I remove all her props,
her books, her sari, if she wears one.
- Is she wearing one? - Yeah.
Actually, she looks quite feminine for a change. What?!
Finally, the clouds of her unreason burst -
there's tears, sobs, hugs with the family and...
it's over for me.
But, just beginning for you.
I've successfully exited 189 subjects,
with a recidivist rate of 3.5%.
There's no one in the US or UK who can match those statistics.
I've rejected three cases when I've judged the subject
too psychologically unstable.
Do you have a wife or lady friend, Mr. Waters?
Why do you ask?
I bet she wouldn't stand a chance.
What do you mean?
You're very persuasive.
I imagine you could persuade any woman to do anything.
# Cos the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
# To make it enough for you to be open wide
# No
# And every time you speak her name
# Does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died?
# Till you died, well, you're still alive
# And I'm here
# To remind you
# Of the mess you left when you went away
# It's not fair to deny me
# Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
# You, you, you ought to know
# Cos the love that you gave, that we made, wasn't able
# To make it enough for you to be open wide
# No
# And every time you speak her name
# Does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died?
# Till you died
# Well, you're still alive and I'm here... #
- Hi, Mummy. - Hi, baby.
- Hi, Aunt Puss. - Good morning, early bird.
Where are the boys?
Back at the motel, cuddled up asleep.
I thought I’d just drive out and say bye to Dad.
He's sleeping, Ruth, I think he should be left.
Don't worry. I’ll sneak in. I won't wake him.
Wait, Ruth. We'll come, too.
OK, race you.
Come on!
Oh, God.
Om...
Om mani padme om...
Dad, you're up!
My God, that's great! That's great!
What's the matter?
What's going on? You're not sick at all, are you?
We're all sick from worrying about you, Ruth.
What?!
There's someone visiting we want you to talk to.
You're bullshitting me.
We want to be sure you're on the right track.
Look, you'll bloody well stay here... Get this sheet...!
How dare you?!
- Hey! Hey! - Liar! You lied to me.
I fucking came home! Made me think you were dying. You liar!
- We did it cos we love you. - Yeah, we love you.
You know we love you.
Yeah, Ruth. We all love you.
We love you, sis.
- Where's Mum? - Give it time.
- I’ll take you to him. - It's for your own good.
No, thanks. Where's Mum?
You want your mummy now. Not so tough, eh?
You've met your match in him, girlie. He'll sort you out.
He's a great guy, sis. He's experienced in religion and all.
Three days, just listen to him.
Get round her, get round her.
You fucking lying shit! You lying shit! I hate you!
- Let go. Let go. - Behave yourself.
Tim. Timmy.
Timmy, let me talk to you and Mum, please.
Tim, please, Tim.
Please! Please, Timmy, please!
'Please! Please! Timmy!'
Come on, walk over.
Oh, God!
He's not there?
'No other back-ups, nobody else?'
Phone's out of range. It doesn't work.
Look at this.
It's a gift, see? She's coming towards me.
We're on step one. This could be over in 12 hours.
- What about your lady friend? - I need someone now.
But there isn't anyone.
I've tried the Rabbi, I've left several messages, nothing.
- What do we do? Let her go? - Yeah.
Three little steps, Stan. But you don't want to fall.
'Well, you're the expert.'
I want to talk to my mother.
Sure.
You're in. So, are you gonna do it?
Ah...there.
Why?
Why? Why?
Because I think you've been manipulated...
maybe even drugged.
No... No, Mum.
Mum, I'm the only one of my friends who doesn't do drugs.
Tell her!
I'm sorry, Ruth, that's what I believe.
I believe you're manipulating me right now.
Mum, Mum, Mum... why are you here?
To save you.
I mean on Earth. Why are you here? What's the point of life?
- This is a trick. - No, Mum.
It's a real question. Why are you here? Did you ever consider?
Yes, I think about a lot of things.
I think about the... magnetic draw of the planets,
their ever-shifting relationship,
the healing power of crystals...
Mum and Dad have spent a fortune on this guy.
- He has a very good reputation. - According to who?
According to who?
Why don't you do the three days?
According to who? Excuse me, according to who?
OK, a friend, a doctor, a psychiatrist...
May l?
Come on.
Come on, big jump. Coming! Ooh!
Oh! That was good.
My turn.
What do you believe in?
Safe sex.
- Sex? - Hey, I'm an anarchist.
My parents subscribe to their magazine.
The Lord's Prayer is muttered by traumatized, paranoid worms,
groveling for a meager existence.
- Traumatized worms? - Traumatized paranoid worms.
What's happening. Have they finished?
No. The good news is she's shaken on it.
She'll do the three days.
He finally promised her a ticket back to India. Excuse me.
He wants to leave as soon as possible.
Where are they going?
He should have told me about it. I'm supposed to be security.
A halfway hut. Says he can't work anywhere near the family.
We're lucky to have him in the circumstances.
His personal assistant's coming from America. She's experienced.
I'm not thinking costs. We HAVE to do it.
But what about the security operation?
What about Fabio? Do we send him home?
- Well done, dear. - Fuck off all of you.
Madam, watch yourself with your mother.
Hey, come on, Ruth.
You can talk, you hypocrite. Where's your little love bomb?
- I don't know what you mean. - Don't engage her.
Yes, you do. Where's my half-sister, Dad?
Your secretary's secret little love bomb?
What love bomb?
If this cure works, I’ll be as fucked a liar as you.
Keep up with her. Go.
- To the rescue! - It's my go.
Batman!
'Shoes, please, Ruth.'
'Day one - Isolate her. Get her attention.
'Win her respect.
'I feel for these kids, every one of them.
'They're lost and they don't know it yet.'
This is, um... a complete waste of time.
You're never gonna break me.
That's fine. I didn't expect it to be easy.
You're a young, intelligent lady with strong convictions.
It would be disappointing if it were too quick.
I can't even listen to someone like you, who dyes their hair.
- I've made up my mind. - You have?
Yes, that's right.
And how may I ask, did that happen?
- What? - How did you do it?
Did you make your mind hard and solid like a brick...
always the same, rain or shine, nothing gets through?
If I say to you ''don't think of pink butterflies'',
you don't, right? Or do you?
I'm not thinking of pink butterflies.
You just mentioned them.
You see, the mind is a rebel, not a servant.
I'm not the one who will break you. Your own mind will.
''It will seek the truth and the truth will set you free.''
John VIII, 32.
It's already heard the truth.
The truth about your saintdom? Baba and Mrs. Baba.
Not everything's a posture. Not everything's a joke.
You're right. It's not a joke. We're talking about your soul.
Have you thought about the damage
that could be done to your soul, to your very centre...
if you hand it over to someone else?
To the wrong someone else?
''I feel within me that spark,
''that atom emanation of the divine spirit.'' Giuseppe Verdi.
The soul is the match.
The spark.
The flame that can light your path.
I wanna ask you a question.
What in your opinion is the most important task of a human life?
Any idea?
Is this multiple choice?
It's an oratory technique. Have you heard of Socrates?
Yeah.
''The soul takes nothing to the other world
''but her education and culture.''
So, let's get to the facts.
What are you doing with your soul?
What does Chidaatma Baba teach you?
What's the point of my telling you?
You already have an opinion.
I want to know what you know.
Something has touched you, hasn't it?
To find out that, you'd have to look into my heart.
Way beyond something you can read in a book and quote.
It is. It is. It is. That's his teaching.
And that's what he said?
His words? It is.
His words.
''He alone attains unto it who exclaims 'It is! It is!'
''Thus may it be perceived and apprehended in its essence.''
The Upanishad.
The Upanishad, Ruth. An ancient Hindu text.
Feel with your heart, but check your facts.
I want my shoes back.
No. You agreed to stay and I'm going to make it easy for you.
You can't stand the fact that I've got faith, can you?
Cos you're so frightened and dried up.
But feeling...just trusting your heart...is beyond you.
I get strength like...like you can't imagine from my choice.
That's what we're here to examine -
the meaning of the word ''choice'' and whether you had one or not.
'Hello?'
'I need clothes for Ruth.'
- Yes. - 'Meet me at the yards?'
OK, but...two changes? Dresses or pants?
- 'You decide.' - Dresses.
# Yeah
# You make me feel you've got all your love to share... #
# I hear a voice inside me saying
# Baby, put your trust in me
# Oh, baby, you...
# Put your trust in me... #
- Have you got the clothes? - Yeah, clothes and the coffee.
So, has she started talking yet?
A little.
She's lucky to have you to talk to.
I've got problems, too, you know?
Robbie thinks I've been having an affair.
- Yeah, he found my letters... - So, you are?
Robbie's so mad.
He just wants to beat the guy up.
He has no idea who it is, and he'll never ever guess.
Shall I tell you?
OK...
Me.
I wrote them... and they're so beautiful.
And they're so romantic.
You wrote the letters?
I don't have sex with Robbie. I have sex with film stars.
I cut out their picture and stick them on my bedside drawer.
When we make love,
I pretend it's Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise.
- I like Sly, too. Do you? - Mmm.
in the dark...
'..I imagine Robbie's arms and legs are theirs.'
Oh, that's lovely, Robbie. Oh, yeah! Yeah!
Oh, Tom, Tom! Oh, God, Matt! Matt!
'Sometimes I get a little confused
'because I can't remember who it is...'
..who is making love to me.
But...but I think that Yvonne is cheap!
Take it easy.
Breathe...into the diaphragm.
- Yeah. - Keep breathing.
I mean, who's going to want me
when they know how many guys I've slept with?
- Keep breathing. - Yes, thank you, the breathing.
Down here.
The breathing.
Do you have a web site?
Keep breathing.
Ah!
Keep breathing.
'Day Two - A painful day for the client.
'Remove her props, upset her and provoke her.
'So I put the sari up the tree. No more Mr. Nice Guy.'
I want my clothes back.
Juice?
I thought I’d have to wait the longest time
for the real you to break through.
You think a sari is going to change that?
Ten hundred saris won't hide that.
And you'll only succeed in tying a big knot around yourself.
Hello? Would you share your thoughts, please?
Hello?
Meditating.
I was just meditating on the difference between you and Baba.
He wears a dress.
He lives the way he teaches.
And what specifically has he taught you?
To do good. To be a good person!
And how is that manifesting itself?
Are you out there doing good deeds, paying taxes?
- You're a cynic. - Yes.
Yes, I am a cynic. Because I investigate crap.
What about the crap in you, Ruth?
Did you take that to the guru?
You're a shit. You don't care about me!
You don't even know me.
I didn't go to Baba to get my fucked-upness fixed.
You'd be the first.
So I hoped it would help me grow!
- I know I'm not perfect. - Good, Ruth.
Yeah.
So what do you believe in, then?
Why do you want to know?
Because I'm just curious to know what you worked out.
So you can follow me? Sorry, honey, that's not my ticket.
I told you don't ever touch me. My body is mine...Honey!
You're a prick!
- You'd be better off crying. - FUCK YOU!
I don't want to disempower you.
Oh, yeah?
If you want disempowerment go back to India!
See how they treat women there!
Or didn't you notice those little ultrasounds blipping,
so people say, ''Oh, God, a girl,''
and flush her out and abort her.
- They're more honest. - Excuse me?
They're more honest in their hatred of women!
I don't hate women. I love ladies.
Ladies ! You wouldn't know any.
I bet you date little Barbie dolls.
''Oh, you're so brainy, you're so big!
''Can I suck your dick?''
Can I be alone now?
So, was it the ultimate revenge?
What was?
Taking your beauty off to an ashram?
Beauty has its own price. You wouldn't know.
It attracts the shit.
Can do.
I've dated some beautiful ladies. My ex-wife was a model.
Wow!
A bit paranoid - always going on about fat people.
She looked good, though.
Oh, right.
- Excuse me? - ''She looked good, though.''
Yes, well, it didn't work that well.
There was a kind of a...hostility between us.
She was always mixing about - very flirty with the friends -
suggesting open marriage, which we...did.
We both slept around. Um... I slept around.
Then we went to India. There were six of us.
Next thing, she's off with my best friend.
I punched him out... left the bus and wanted to die.
That's when I met Singh, the so-called God.
'I shook all over. I totally... relinquished myself.'
If I saw any crap, I put it down to a test.
You know, Singh was testing me.
Then one starred day...
He took me to his rooms and hugged me.
I thought, ''I'm special, he's chosen me.'' Very happy.
Next thing his hand's down my pants
and he's pulled my dick out.
It's lying in his hand and we're looking at it.
And so he starts rubbing away.
Are they spraying or something?
Sorry?
Is the plane spraying?
Doesn't matter.
So, I'm on my way out and Singh's standing there.
I couldn't avoid him. When I drew parallel he...hissed at me.
''You show only outer love... inner love not complete.
''Only delusion.''
What's that mean?
It means ''uh-oh, I didn't come''. He couldn't fuck me.
Hello, how's Ruth? Is she all right?
'Yeah.
'She's listening. She's still delicate.'
We're on step two so there's progress.
'Good, because we had a call from air traffic control.
- 'A pilot rang.' - What for?
'A help sign. He wanted to know if we'd left one.'
- A what? - A help sign, made of stones?
- Jesus! - Robbie!
'I said it was a game.'
Wh-what?
What? Stop!
Don't!
What are you doing?
Do you think I’ll break
like all those other girlies you snap apart?
You're dishonest.
You want to sleep with me, don't you?
Not all touch is desire.
I'm going to be sick.
You're so busy imagining how everyone is desiring you.
You're one of the most ungenerous people I've ever met.
I don't think you could actually entwine with another person
on account of you're having to maybe give something back.
- You don't know that. - I don't want to.
You broke our contract.
I don't honor contracts with the devil.
I'm a regular person and you know it.
Now put these stones back, please.
I have had deep relationships.
'Day 2 ends with screening the cult videos.
'The cracks widen, the client falls apart.
'Bye bye, Baba.'
You look wonderful, darling. Pink really suits you.
- Doesn't it, Gilbert? - Yes. Would you like a drink?
What's your poison?
- Can I bum a cigarette? - Sure.
Are you sick?
No.
- Are you better? - Off to bed, kids.
Do you want a sandwich?
You look good.
'Have you ever tried tacos? Taco Bell.'
I was thinking about kicking into that.
It's got to be collateralized.
It's lovely to have you here, darling.
You wouldn't know any Yankee bods who'd get into it?
- I'm here for your sister. - I know that.
- Is she doing OK? - Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Shift your chair out of the way.
You all right, love?
Here we go.
'When you meet the happiest people you've ever known
'who introduce you to the most loving people you've ever met,
'and you find the leader to be the most inspired,
'compassionate and understanding,
'the cause something you never thought could be accomplished,
'and all this sounds too good to be true...it probably is.
'Because these men are not only
'some of the most charismatic people of the 20th century,
'They are also some of the most dangerous.'
'Fanatics have their dreams,
'wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
- How's it going, Charlie? - Good.
'At it's peak, there were 30 people in the Manson family.'
'in their cult alias,
'two of these girls brutally murdered seven people
'at the Tate-Polanski house, including Sharon Tate,
'who was eight months pregnant.'
# When evil falls on your family
# Holy provision you'll bring... #
'As Manson was led back to jail,
'newsmen put the sanity question to him, too.'
- Are you sane? - That's relative.
'Clan members were waiting outside the city jail,
'protesting Manson's arrest.
He said he cut a man's head off, is that true?
You better believe he's going to cut some heads off.
He'll cut all your heads off. Cos that's what you deserve.
'On the 21st October, 1978,
'Congressman Ryan was gunned down
'on an airstrip near Jonestown, Guyana.
'Over 900 bodies were found, 300 of whom were children.
'They had no choice but to drink the poisoned Kool-Aid.
'Many of these children were wards of the state...'
- Would you like a freshener? - No, I've got one.
Parents, human parents, do not possess the offspring they have.
It's a very evil thing for them to think they are theirs...
My father used to say to me,
''No boy of mine is growing up straight.''
Shut up, you.
He used to put me in frocks, lipstick, make up -
his wig, then he made me mime to Shirley Bassey.
'..human misinformation.'
'If I would title this tape, it would be,
'Last Chance to Evacuate Planet Earth before it is Recycled.'
'Marshall Applewhite led the 38 members
'of his Heaven's Gate cult to suicide,
'believing they would rise
'to the evolutionary level above human...'
Ruth! Ruth!
I don't want you to talk.
My God, I feel as if I'm going to split into pieces.
My head is...is busting.
I'm so confused. Hold it!
You'd better know what you're doing,
cos this is heart surgery.
It's all gone. It's just...it's all gone!
The love is...the love is gone. It's all gone.
You're doing well, Ruth. That's the girl.
- Nobody likes me. - Hey, that's not true.
- You don't like me. - Yes, I do.
Kiss me.
No, Ruth. I can't do that.
I'm scared.
I know you are, but kissing won't change that.
No. No.
I think we'd better phone your mother.
OK, let's phone Mum.
Ooh, Baby... Oh, baby.
Don't come, don't come!
'Day three - Shit!'
- Are you going in Rob? - No, I'm not going.
You go in.
- Put it on. - Take the sunnies.
- We're going to talk to her? - Yeah.
This is a bit embarrassing.
No, don't put the hat on.
Look, give me the hat.
This hut is out of bounds.
Is she OK?
A bit tender.
Does she...? Does she accept that they were crap?
I wouldn't say they were crap.
- Let's just say she's hovering. - Yani's sister has come.
We want Ruth to come to the pub to celebrate.
Absolutely not.
She can't leave here until the process is complete.
It's just for...
I think it'd be good for me.
I’ll get changed.
That's good, Auntie Puss.
I'm sorry, Ruth. I shouldn't have slept with you.
I am... I don't know.
It's never happened before.
All right, of course it's happened.
But never in this situation. Never with a client.
Don't worry, it wasn't anything.
Look, I was there, too,
and I think it was a little more than that.
I was trying to be comforting.
You don't think I was faking it, do you?
- Give me the joint! - What's that?
- Give me the marijuana! - Get back!
Give me the joint!
What's happening?
# Am I ever going to see your face again?
# No way! Get fucked! Fuck off!
# Am I ever going to see your face again?
# No way! Get fucked! Fuck off!
# Am I ever going to see your face again?
# No way! Get fucked! Fuck off!
# Am I ever going to see your face again... #
No way! Get fucked! Fuck off!
How're you goin' mate, want some weed?
Got some good buds. I’ll give you weight for fifty bucks.
It's good stuff.
May I have the pleasure?
No, thanks.
Oh, yeah, of course. You're on duty.
You can have a stick for $20.
Will you get me another one?
No, I don't think you should be drinking.
Well, I think I should.
# I put a spell on you
# Cos you're mine
# I put a spell on you
# Cos you're mine
# I put a spell on you
# On you
# Because you're mine
# Better stop the things you do
# I ain't lying
# You'd better stop the things you do
# I ain't lying
# I put a spell on you
# Oh, yeah
# Because you're mine
# Yeah
# Because you're mine
# Ain't going to take no foolin' around...#
Where's Ruth?
- Don't worry. - Don't! No...
Come on.
Look, here, drink from my bottle now, yeah?
No, no, no...
All right.
- What's up, pops? - You her dad or something?
Oh, fancy her, pal?
- Next time, mate. - It's all right. Don't worry.
Come on.
Oh, I want to go home.
You're out of control.
You didn't seem to mind last night.
Oh, come on...come on, it's over.
You fucked up.
No, it's not over.
For one, you're drunk,
and two we're still in the cave.
Ooh, spooky!
It's a much darker, deeper cave than last night.
All right, I’ll admit it.
in India, I was influenced by processes beyond my control.
Ta-dah! Happy?
Hmm?
Are you?
What about you?
You're playing with me, Ruth.
What do you like about me? My personality or my breasts?
All right, Ruth. Right now, I like your breasts.
It's just the way it is.
You can't stop me having sexual thoughts about you.
Oh, yeah? And what do you think? What are your thoughts?
They're private.
Well, not the other night.
How was it for you?
A bit revolting.
You bitch.
OK, it was interesting...historically.
- Oh, baby... - Listen to me!
I had sex with you because you begged me.
If you think it's funny to insult me,
then I think you're a cruel and STUPlD young woman.
Yeah, you laugh.
What about you kiss me?
Really?
Yeah.
- See if I can teach you. - I know how to.
I don't think so... not so I like it.
Close your eyes.
Very gently.
Don't open your mouth too wide.
Take my pants off.
Slowly.
No, no, no, no.
Kiss...around it.
Gently.
Get off that.
- Robbie Barron. - Carol.
You're from LA?
Not originally, but PJ and I live there now.
Where, originally?
Houston. Robbie, how is your sister?
Good. Oh, we got plastered last night.
John had to cart her home.
- Could we talk somewhere? - Yeah, here.
Did you disconnect the phone?
Yes, I decided against incoming calls.
- Great. - I was going to call you.
- When? - When I’d finished.
- Are you finished? - Yes.
Pretty much, she's still floating a bit, but...
yeah, pretty much.
Look, I was here alone, yeah.
I had enough to worry about
without wondering who was getting the fucking phone.
Don't go chewing your stuff off at me.
You're incredible.
I can't believe what I'm seeing in here.
She's on the couch, naked.
What's going on?
Are you fucking her, for instance?
I'm taking you home.
No.
You could damage this girl.
Come on, Carol, I know all that. It's working, honestly.
What if I tell her parents?
There's nothing to tell.
- Gimme a couple of days. - No, no.
- I swear... - No, you've lost it...
I swear to you everything is fine.
Oh, Jesus.
One more day...
One more day.
Hmm... What is that? A nose? You can have it back.
That was nice... meeting your girlfriend.
She wanted to smack your arse.
I'm lying there, acting asleep, so she covers me.
- I felt like a baby. - You are a baby.
You should sleep with mummies your own age,
then you wouldn't need dye...
Man-hater.
- Look, I'm here, OK? - No.
ALL RlGHT!
OK.
Do your worst.
I'm going to lie down and I want to hear it. Your absolute worst.
You do what you do best.
OK, Tampax tool.
I'm going to give it to you, right up your arse.
All this man-hating shit for a start.
She criticized me, I’ll call her a man-hater.
You just want a youthful pussy transfusion
preferably one you can take home to show the men
what a beautiful post you got to piss on.
Mr. jeans-pressed-cowboy-boots!
Is that a uniform for individuals?
- I want a young man. - No.
Your physical superiority makes you unkind.
Yeah? And that's the whole reason we're talking intimate.
As in, old salivating slob seeks slim young thing...
I haven't finished.
..seeks slim young thing for stimulating conversation.
Excuse me, dear, let's fuck.
Keep going.
Go on.
Oh, do you know what you need?
You need the same age fun-loving woman.
I've got just the girl for you.
You look lovely.
Sexy.
I bet you bake great cakes.
Stop it.
You old leso.
God! Getting a bit... getting a bit aggressive.
Come on, ducks. We can't have you half-dressed.
Let's get your trousers off, then see how irresistible...
- Fuck you, Ruth. - Fuck yourself.
I was young once, too, and handsome.
- You'd have been impressed. - I wasn't born!
I won, didn't I?
I'm on top, aren't l?
I'm the winner.
Yes, you're the winner.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes!
So, what are you?
A dirty old man.
This is so much fun.
I wish my friends were here then we could really laugh.
So tell me what I am.
Be kind!
So what? You don't think I'm kind?
Oh, God.
Now I feel sick.
Why didn't you just write cruel?
Hey, come on.
No, you're right.
Be kind - that's the whole point.
Thank you, I'm very grateful.
That's it, isn't it?
The only thing. The Dalai Lama said it.
Kindness.
Do you know what I'm really scared of?
What?
Don't tell anyone.
No.
Despite all my strong feelings...
I'm heartless.
I'm hoping you're heartless enough to abuse me
for your own sick pleasure.
It's not a joke.
No one can be close to me.
Do you even like me?
She was starkers when I took Carol.
- Who was? - Ruth.
She was lying naked on the couch.
He was showering like he'd just been going at her.
Taken off the franger. I don't think Mom's paying him to...
Yeah, very likely not, you big dick.
Did you tell Mum?
No, no one. I thought we could go down.
What are you doing?
It's over.
No, it's not.
Ruth.
Look, it's all wrong.
I'm ashamed. I've tortured you. It's all defilement.
I liked it.
I think we should...be together.
No, no. I'm lost. I'm completely lost.
We're holding hands. We're...we're sticking together.
Why don't we get married?
Why don't you marry me?
- Be my bride. - No... No...
- Yes. - No! No!
Don't!
Don't! You're mad. Let me go.
Get off me!
Stop it! Stop it!
Leave me alone. You're hurting me, I'm...
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Shit. Oh, shit.
Now, if she was naked, OK, it's her own affair.
Hey, look, it's your car. It's him. See?
- Robbie, pull up. - No, I’ll ram him.
He's dead meat.
- Have you seen Ruth? - No.
- Where is she? - I was hoping you'd know.
- She's not at the homestead? - No, no, she isn't.
- What happened? - She's taken off.
And we better get everyone out to look for her.
I'm trying the Tavern.
- What shall we do? - Stay at the hut.
- I’ll come with you. - No.
It's OK, I’d like to come.
I hope she's been behaving herself.
Young girls can be big teasers. I should know.
Have you ever wondered where the dead birds go?
When they die, do they just drop out of the sky?
Actually, I feel very sorry for Ruth.
Because I've been thinking about it...
and I don't think there's anything out there.
Just a big, dark nothing.
All we really have is each other.
Stop. Stop!
Stop the car! Oh, my God. I know where she is.
This is so dangerous.
Ruth, it's Yvonne.
Whoever you believe in, you've gone too far,
you could have killed yourself in this heat.
- Help me. - OK, OK.
- Ruth! - No!
It's all right, Ruth.
- You're scared. - No!
Ruth!
- It's OK. - NO!
No, wait! I'm not in there. No!
No! No!
NO!
- We could go to India. - No, no!
Come on, stop. I'm sorry.
Get away!
# I saw Mommy kissing Santa... #
No, no!
We'll see Baba. He can help us.
Yes.
Why not? You and me at the Ashram.
I love you!
I love you.
I love you!
You and I at the Ashram.
- Bang! Bang! - Yeah...
Yes, all right. Yes, thank you, bye.
Stan says stay calm.
He's frankly a little worried that they've left the hut.
What a genius. Do you know what could happen, Miriam?
- She could be lost? - She could be found...
found, wandering the f-ing highway by the police.
They'll come here to arrest us all.
Why aren't we checking the roads? It's a good idea.
Bill-Bill! We'll get Robbie and Tim.
I think we should say the Lord's Prayer.
Oh, it's such a mess.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...
Is the ''valley of death'' in this?
No, it's the daily bread.
# Our Father, which art in heaven
# Hallowed be thy name
# Thy kingdom come
# Thy will be done
# On Earth as it is in Heaven
# It's not the way you smile that touched my heart
# Sha-la-la-la-la
# It's not the way you kiss that tears me apart
# Oh-oh-oh, many nights roll by
# I sit alone at home and cry over you
# What can I do?
# I can't help myself
# When, baby, it's you
# Sha-la-la-la-la
# Baby, it's you
# Sha-la-la-la-la
# Cos, baby, it's you
# Sha-la-la-la-la
# Baby, it's you
# Sha-la-la-la-la
# Darling, give me your love
# Sha-la-la-la-la
# Come on home
# Sha-la-la-la-la
# Sha-la-la-la-la... #
Oh, God!
I can't believe we all trusted him.
I mean he so disappointed me. God, Ruth, poor you.
- We'll make him pay. - We'll see him into the gutter.
Use Dave Caughley. He's bloody good.
Yeah, he's good.
He looked like the emus had been at him. Serves him right.
# Sweetheart, the sun has set... #
Let's take Ruth to the doctor - her nose is bleeding
Robbie, can you just stop the car?
# Blood stained on an ageless sky
# Wipe your tears and let the salt stains dry... #
Can you let me out, please?
# All run dry
# For time will catch us in both hands
# To blow away like grains of sand
# Ashes to ashes, rust to dust
# This is what becomes of us... #
'Dear PJ...
'My dad finally did run off with his secretary.
'So, Mum came back to India with me.
'And we work at the Animal Help and Suffering in Jaipur.
'I'm still chasing the truth.
'I've read the complete Bhagavad Gita.
'Oh...I've got a boyfriend.
'He's a little jealous of you.
'I don't know why I love you...
'but I do.
'From afar.
'Something... Something really did happen didn't it?
'Ruth.'
'Dear Ruth..
'Thank you.
'It was good to get your card and news.
'What about this?
'Carol and I are the proud parents of twins.
'She's forgiven me.
'Patched me up, chewed me out, nursed me.
'I'm writing a novel, my second.
'It's about a man who meets his avenging angel.
'Ha!
'Could you really love me?
'I'm amazed.
'Even if it is from far, far away, I wear it like a blessing.
'About the something...yes.
'Didn't you notice it just about killed me?
'Yours any time - don't tell Carol - PJ.'
(# Chloe Goodchild: ''Maya, Mayi, Ma - The Celebration'')