Sick: The Life & Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist

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.

I'm asking You to touch him, Lord,
from the crown of his head

to the sole of his feet.
And You do what pleases You, Lord,

- in the name of Jesus. Amen.
-Thank you, it does help.

Praise God.
I believe God is able. He is able.

Ask Him to help you.
Cry out to Him.

- He is able to help you.
- Okay.

- People like you help too.
- Yes.

Hopefully we'll see you again.
We'll come back to see you soon.

- We'll talk to you, Dorothy.
- Okay, Bob, take care and get rest.

I don't know many maids in hotel rooms
who sort of take that kind of care.
Unfortunately, I think she is praying
to somebody who doesn't exist,
other than that...

No, there's energy there.
Enough already, enough.