Sick: The Life & Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist

- Why aren't you happy to be alive?
- Because that is what l feel.

Why are you depressed?
We are here in New York. You're alive.

One has nothing to do with the other.
- You're the hit of New York.
- Momentary.

So what?
Momentary is better than nothing.

I like you to talk about yourself
for four minutes.

I don't have anything to say.
I told you.

How are you?
What do you feel for the future?

- I don't have a future.
- What do you mean you don't have--

- will you be alive tomorrow?
- I don't know

I feel lousy.
Do you feel like you're dying?
Is that the problem?

What do you think?
You think now is the time
you're gonna die?

- I have no idea.
- The next week?

- You know what would make me happy?
- What?

If I can give you 42 spanks--
I know, that's fine.
What I'm feeling like--

It's your birthday,
that's why I wanna do it.

- Hours of my birthday mean nothing.
- Just little hand spanks.

It doesn't mean--
when I feel like it, yes--

When I feel up to it, yeah.
I don't feel up to it this second.

I'll be happy--
the offer stands.

Any time you feel
you want to celebrate your birthday

by me giving you 42 of anything,
I 'd be more than happy to do it.

- All right?
- Fine.

Thank you so much for everything.
Yes, yes.
May God bless you and make you do well.

I'm working on it.
- I want to say a prayer right now.
- All right.

- Thank you very much.
- Close your eyes and bow your head.

In the name of Jesus I thank You
for this day that we have made.

And Bob is not so well, Lord,
so I put him in Your hands.