03x10 - Deliver Us From Goodness

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[theme music playing]

NARRATOR:
Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes
to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

[clattering]

[car driving by]

[dog barking]

[quiet scraping]

[scraping]

[scraping]

[tapping]

[scraping]

[doorknob rattling]

[door creaking]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[dog barking in distance]

[saxophone playing the blues]

[train approaching]

[playing the blues]

[approaching footsteps]

MAN:
I said you have to pay.

Hey, you pay money
to enter!

That ain't
my problem, lady!

You don't pay,
you don't go in.

Hey! Hey!

[grunts]

MAN:
I'm calling
the authorities right now!

[sighs]

MAN 2:
That's okay, Sidney.

Here you are.

See? All paid.

No problem, okay?

[muttering quietly]

You okay?

Thank you.

Hey, I get
caught short myself.

What did you say?

Not have enough to pay.

Where you from?

The Mediterranean,
originally.

Yeah, live here
or just visiting?

I'm always visiting.

I lived here
my whole life.

It's a good town,
if you don't weaken.

So, uh, where were you
before you got here? Italy?

No, I don't think so.

Listen, you know,
I don't have to talk to you.

I can always go back
down there and play.
No, no, that's all right--

talk-- it helps me think
of the right words.

Oh, yeah?

Language lessons, huh?

So, uh, where were you
before you got here?

I can't remember.

[chuckles]

No kidding? You really can't?

What do you got, amnesia?

Yes.

I have it very badly.

Huh.

Seen a doctor or anything?

No. I don't want to remember.

I hear you there.

I mean, there's
a lot of stuff

I don't like
thinking about myself.

But, I mean,
do you remember

who your folks were
or anything like that?

Uh-uh.

What is this place?

Subway-- you know,
where the trains run.

And you play here?

This late, it's
the only place I can play.

I heard you
from up there.

It was pretty.

[chuckles]
Not all of it.

[train approaching]

[playing upbeat jazz tune]

Do you get paid for
playing like that?

I get by.

What do you do?

What do you mean?

You're not
a hooker, are you?

Why do you think
I am this... hooker?

[chuckles]

Chick like you

running around at 3:00 a.m.
in a fur coat?

You think I'm vice?

That's why you, uh,
told me this amnesia stuff?

I told you the truth.
Hey.

Hey. Okay. Okay.

Okay. Don't get mad.

It's just me.

I'm obnoxious.

[continues talking
indistinctly]

Okay. If you don't
do anything,

and you don't have
a lot of money,

then how do you live?

I don't know.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

You got amnesia.

Hey.

Maybe you're an eccentric
millionaire.

You come out,
you find someone,

lay a bundle on them,
never tell them your name,

and then disappear.

How nice for you.

Better believe it.

Suppose I was that.

What would you do
with all that money?

What is this, a test?

Do I have to say
I'd donate it to world peace?

I want to know,
really.

I'll get a better place,
hire a chauffeur,

hustle less, play more,
go where it's warm.

How about you?

I'd go to the
sea cliffs.

Yeah, but you got to
get there first.

Why don't you sell the coat?

Because it's the only thing
I have to keep me warm.

I don't know.

Most people I can figure out
pretty quick, but not you.

I am beyond
your experience.

[train passing]

That must be it.

Where are we?

I told you,
this is the sub--

Oh, you mean the city?
New York City.

But I guess you don't
remember where you live.

That is right.

Do you remember
anything?

I remember waking up
in strange places.

Hot attics,
cold cellars,

inside warehouses,
outside on trash piles.

Listen, uh, don't get upset,

but, uh, sure
you're not an alcoholic?

[chuckles]

I don't drink.

How far back
can you remember?

You wouldn't
believe me.

So what? Pfft!

Tell me anyway.

They're just
pictures.

Describe 'em.

A courtyard.

Splashing water.

People in robes with
made-up faces and oiled limbs.

They point up,
past the flat rooftops.

They're frightened.

There is a great noise.

Explosions, screams.

The sky darkens.

The air is still.

It gets hot.

It is burning.

Darkness and pain.

Wow.

I'm a murderess.

Oh, yeah?

How many have you k*lled?

Many.

How come?

I didn't mean to.

I'm cursed.

Now, just lie back there
and relax for a minute.

[saxophone playing
somber melody]

♪ ♪

[song ends]

What do you
call that?

Nothing.
Just something I play.

It should
have a name.

Why don't I call it
after you?

I don't...

Ah, you don't remember
your name-- that's right.

But you got to be
called something.
What?

How should I know?

What's your name?

Jimmy.

That's all?

My last name
is James.

Jimmy James.

I like that.

Sounds like
a little pie.

Now, what about my name?

Invent something for me.

How about
Space Case?

What?

Hold on.

I got it.

How about Amnesia?

Amnesia.

No.

No, that's too scary.

Oh, okay, then.

That's what I'll call
the piece I just played.

Amnesia.

Maybe I'll even
record it.

Yes, it's fine for music.

So do you remember what
your name even sounded like?

Something like "ooze."

Ooze.
Ouza.

Ouza, booza, cooza,
douza, fuza, mooza...

Wait-- Dusa, I think.

Great. That wasn't
so hard, right?

No one ever helped me before.

Now your first name.

Did it start-- Ba, Sa, Da,

Fa... uh, Ka, La, Ma, Na...

Na! Or... maybe Ma.

Ne, Nai, No, Nay,
Me, Mi, Mo, May?

I can't remember.

How about May, then?

You know, flowers and lambs.

Uh, it's a month in spring.

Nothing scary there.

May Dusa.

Sounds familiar.

Sounds like Medusa.

Medusa...

Yeah,
the weird goddess.

Why was she weird?

Why? Because every time
she looked into someone's eyes,

they turned to stone.

[train passing]

Anyway, what
are you going to do?

What? What do you mean?

I mean, like, where
are you going to sleep?

I've been sleeping
for a long time.

I'm not very tired.

Yeah, but you're going
to need a place to stay.

And then you're going
to need a job...

You don't understand.

I don't live like
other people.

I need almost nothing.

Cheap date, huh?

Look, if you're really,
you know, homeless,

you can stay
at my place.

I got a sofa.

That's not a good idea.

Hey, I'm not a creep.

I'm not going to try...

It's not because of you,
it's because of me.

Why?

Because you're a murderess?

Yes.

You know what you need?
A good shrink.

I don't understand.

Psychiatrist, therapy.

You sell yourself
way too short.

I mean, I do the same thing.

We feel lousy about
something we can't help,

and we let it
ruin our lives.

It's stupid.

You really are very kind.

See, like you're
feeling now--

lonely, cut off--
I feel that way a lot.

It's kind of like
we're connected.

That's your imagination.

There are no connections.

Come on, don't say that.

There's got to
be connections.

Otherwise, why live?

Because you cannot die.

Well, look, it's, uh...
really getting late.

I got to get home
and get some sleep.

I have a recording session
tomorrow afternoon.

It was nice talking with you.

Thank you...

for your belief in me.

Yeah, I really hope
you find some for yourself.

Okay, uh...

good-bye.

Good-bye.

[gasps]

How do you feel?

I don't know.

I'm too excited.

Then it's over.

What is?

At last, after
all this time,

I'm finally cured!

Cured of what?

It doesn't matter anymore.

What are you talking about?

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

I won't need
these anymore.

[chuckles]
What did you just do?

You should get rid
of yours, too.

They're probably
much too dark.

I should have known.

It's not gone at all.

It never will be gone.

What is? Something
ugly I can't see?

Yes, that's right.

Why didn't you tell
me you're blind?

Why do you think?

I got pride just like
everybody else.

Makes me feel good

when people think
I can see.

Especially women.

I hate a girl looking
at me thinking,

"Aw, this poor blind guy."

Is that so bad?

No, it... No.

And I'm pretty good
at it, too, right?

You didn't suspect me?

No, I didn't.

You are very good.

Yeah, I know I am,
but so what?

I don't want to be blind.

I still want to see again.

Not me, you don't.

What is it that you're
so glad I can't see?

My eyes.

Why, are
they crossed?

No, they're...

Yes, that's right.

Why hide it from you?

See?

I told you there
are connections.

Look, two people meet
who wear sunglasses at night

because they're ashamed
of their eyes.

You got to figure
that was no accident.

What was it, then?

Fate, destiny, whatever.

Wait.

I know, I know, I know,
I know.

Too eager.

Happens every time.

It-It's just that I have to...

think ab...
Yeah, sure, you need time.

But look at it
from my side, okay?

You got amnesia.
If I don't make some kind

of strong impression on you,
you're going to forget me.

Whatever happens,
I don't think I'll forget you.

Yeah? What's my name?

Jimmy James.

Yeah, okay.

I don't know.

This is like some dream.

I dream a lot,
and not one of them--

not one of them--
has ever come true before.

See, when you're blind,

you got to be very realistic.

It's an uphill battle.

On the other hand,
because you can't see,

you're always living
in fantasy.

So, something like this,

I don't know what's real
and what isn't.

I can look right at you.

No sunglasses, no mask, nothing.

And you're just like before.

You don't care I'm blind,
do you?

I don't feel as scared.

Say, uh...

Say you did come over to my
place and stayed on the sofa.

I mean, no obligations, okay?

Just to get used to it.

I mean, you got no
other place to go.

Might as well
give it a try.

This is too much.
It's coming too fast.

I'm sorry.
I'm rushing you?

No.

No.

Tell me about it.

Let me get used to it.

Okay, then.

Let's imagine
living together.

What kind of life would
you like us to have?

A normal life.

Like everyone else.

Nothing special?

My life has been
too special.

Yeah, but you
got to admit,

neither one of
us is normal.

Well, then we would have
to pretend to be.

I feel very happy.

Is that what
this is called?

That's one word for it.

What's another?

Love.

No.

Yes, I think we are
falling in love.

Then shall we go
to where you live?

Okay.

Oh...!

What?

I have to get
some sunglasses.

But it's too late.
Everything's closed.

I know a place
that is open.

Where are you taking me?
This place stinks.

Oh! Be careful.

[cat yowling]

[dog barking]

Now you wait for me here.
I'll be right back.

Where are we?

A shop.

I'm going in. See?

As soon as I get them,
I'll come out.

[car passes, backfires]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[dog barking in distance]

May?

Where are you?

Answer me.

Hey...

Hey... I'm shot...

Ow, it hurt... Oh, God!

Where are you, May?

May, I'm dying!

[clattering]

[groaning]:
Ow...!

Oh, God, please,
I don't want to die now.

No, God.

May, please give me
your hand. Please?

I'm scared to die alone,
down in this darkness.

Ow, oh... what... what happened?

Did they k*ll you, too?

May, I...

Ow! Please hold me.

Please... touch me.

I love you.

[gasps]

[car passing]

NARRATOR:
The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try
to enjoy the daylight.