Surviving the Game (1994)

Gary Busey: Doc Hawkins

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• Doc Hawkins : I know more about you than even you think, Mason.

  Jack Mason : Probably so, but I don't know *jack* about you.

  Doc Hawkins : Then ask me something. Ask me anything you want.

  Jack Mason : All right... How did you get that fucked-up scar up your eye?

  Doc Hawkins : I refer to this as my birthmark. On my eighth birthday, my father brought me a fat little bulldog. I named him Prince Henry Stout. He was strong. He chased my pet turkey, he chased squirrels up the tree, he chased everything. I raised him, I trained him, I groomed him, I fed him, I took care of him. I loved that dog; more anything in the world, I loved that dog. Then my father gave me a handful of cherry bombs and M-80s. He said: "You're gonna train this dog to be a protector". So, every Saturday afternoon, I got behind a little dummy that my dad built. I tossed cherry bombs and M-80s at the dog - BOOM, BOOM! The dog was scared at first, but after awhile he got angry and charged the dummy.

  [He mimes PHS rushing and attacking] 

  Doc Hawkins : He ripped it apart. The head was off, the shirt was gone... So, thirteen years old, birthday time. My father got me a twelve-gauge shotgun. "We're going hunting!" I was so excited. We went out to this clearing in the woods where my dad laid his gun down, then took my gun and laid it down. He said: "Son, today you're gonna learn to control your emotions. You're gonna do things that some men are unwilling and *unable* to do. Follow me". My dad and I passed through this grove of trees, to where he'd built a corral. There was Prince Henry Stout chained in the middle of the corral. My dad took out a pocketful of cherry bombs and put them in my hand. He said: "Get in the corral. Here's a Bic; I want you to light those cherry bombs and throw them at the Prince. You're gonna face manhood. You're gonna fight that dog to the death. Either he's gonna kill you, or you're gonna kill him... NOW!"

  [He mimes lighting the cherry bombs, their explosions, and PHS growling] 

  Doc Hawkins : He was on me, like flies on shit. I had one chance - I got my arm up in between his teeth and my neck. Then we were down in the mud, rolling over and over. That dog was baying and snarling and biting, while I was crying and screaming. I grabbed him and stood up, then fell on him with all my weight. I heard his neck break. He was dead, not biting, not even breathing. I was covered with blood. I stood up, wiped the blood off, and licked it. Then my dad said: "Welcome to manhood!" That's why this is a birth mark.

  [He indicates where PHS bit him] 

  Jack Mason : ...Do your patients know this story?

  Doc Hawkins : No. But *you* do.

• Doc Hawkins : [has the upper hand against Mason, in a life-or-death brawl right outside the hunting lodge, which is now on fire]  ... I like my meat RARE!

  Jack Mason : [suddenly tricks Hawkins and throws him into the lodge's trophy room, which is stocked with "flammables." A second later, the room explodes and the entire lodge follows suit]  ... Try well-done, Bitch!

• [a pig's head has been served for dinner. Mason takes a sip of wine] 

  Wolfe Sr. : What do you think?

  Jack Mason : It's alright. I like this. This is good!

  Wolfe Sr. : Four-fifty a bottle.

  Jack Mason : Four dollars fifty cents, I should be drinkin' this shit a *long* time ago!

  Wolfe Sr. : Four hundred and fifty dollars!

  [Mason spits out the wine in amazement] 

  Wolfe Sr. : Don't waste it!

  [They all laugh] 

  Jack Mason : I could live off that for three months!

  Cole : Well, you don't want to drink too much, anyway, 'cause you don't wanna be slow tomorrow!

  Wolfe Sr. : No, indeed.

  [Doc turns the pig's head toward Mason while making squealing noises] 

  Doc Hawkins : You are missing the best part, Mr. Mason. When you're eating the flesh of the pig... look into his little beady eyes. That way you will be devouring his soul.

  Burns : Doc, sometimes you even scare *me*!

  Doc Hawkins : Good.

  [smiles deviously] 

• Cole : The only thing I miss up here is a sport page. I'm so used getting up, having my morning coffee and opening up the sport page.

  Burns : I don't read newspapers anymore. They're like a mirror of the world's ugliness. I like beautiful things.

  Doc Hawkins : [Doc gets up very enthusiastically]  I'm ready to go. Let's go

  Burns : Relax, Doc, digest your food.

  Doc Hawkins : Wasting time.

  Burns : We gotta give him some more time.

  Doc Hawkins : No.

  Burns : Think of this as foreplay.

  Doc Hawkins : Nevermind foreplay, I'm talking about...

  [Sharply interrupted] 

  Burns : Doc, Prince Henry Stout. Remember the rules.

  Doc Hawkins : I feel something special about this.

  Burns : It's gonna be so much more special when you finally kill him. Derek, eat some of those eggs, they'll make you feel better.

  Doc Hawkins : Eat, eat.

  Derek Wolfe Jr : [Shockingly depressive]  I'm not hungry.

  John Griffin : Big one?

  Derek Wolfe Jr : I said I'm not hungry.

  John Griffin : [Griffith stands up and changes his plate with Derek's and Derek gets out of the table]  Well, terrific. I'll tell you what let's switch around here.

  Burns : I hope this is not gonna be a problem?

  Wolfe Sr. : It won't be.

  Derek Wolfe Jr : [Wolfe Sr. comes to terrified Derek]  No.

  Wolfe Sr. : You'll be okay.

  Derek Wolfe Jr : No, I can't do this.

  Wolfe Sr. : Yes, you can. I got a thousand dollars is my son will draw first blood. One, two, three. You've just made yourself three thousand dollars, Derek.

• Doc Hawkins : [Doc tackles Mason to the ground with his knife drawn, then suddenly discards the knife]  We're going bare hands...! Tell your wife and kid I said hello, Dog-turd!

• Jack Mason : You're a doctor? You don't look like one to me.

  Doc Hawkins : I'm a psychiatrist.

  Jack Mason : A shrink?

  Doc Hawkins : What, does it surprise you?

  Jack Mason : No offense, but somehow you don't seem like the type that fucked-up rich people shell out money for, just so he'll sit around and listen to their personal shit.

  Doc Hawkins : I work for the Company... You know, the CIA. I know these gentlemen's "personal shit" completely.