During a car chase, the comical Lord Mortdecai asks his henchman, ‘Jock?’ He replies, ‘Yes, sir?’ Mortdecai continues in his aristocratic tone, ‘Will it be alright in the end?’ Despite the high tension, Jock who is driving politely yells, ‘I couldn’t say, sir!’ The same dialogue repeats a while later, in another life or death situation.
Later, in a more relaxed mode, that is nevertheless building up to a climatic dangerous scene, Mortdecai asks, ‘Jock?’ He replies, with a tinge of impatience this time, ‘Yup?’ Mortdecai continues in his aristocratic tone, ‘Will it be alright in the end?’ Jock snaps in exasperation and shouts, ‘How the f*ck should I know?!!!’
In the end, when things did turn out alright, Mortdecai remarks, in his same aristocratic tone, ‘Poor Jock, he was frantic with worry. But I knew everything would be alright in the end.’ Of course, it was Mortdecai who was much more frantic with worry throughout, despite always trying to ask his repeated query with cool collectedness.
If he had enough calmness and clarity of mind to wonder if things would turn out okay, he could surely use and increase these qualities to dissolve pointless frantic worry, to better solve the problem at hand, to truly make things turn out fine. Getting uncertain assurance from another just as unenlightened hardly helps!
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