[Man narrating] It was easier in the past.
A man knew what it was to be a man.
You stood up for things that were wrong.
You had the right to do so.
You were expected to do so.
The way you lived,
the training you put yourself through,
prepared you for the inevitable confrontations,
ones that could end in dismemberment
or even death.
Then something happened.
We passed laws of decency.
Lawyers became our shepherds.
And what was once a fairly easy thing to understand
became muddled in the bureaucracy
of what we call being civilized.
A man could no longer stand up
to the wrongs that were around him.
He had to go through courts and lawyers
and trudge through miles of red tape.
Women demanded equality, and she got it.
Not by getting everything the man had,
but by the man being castrated
in the form of order.
I don't care what you say.
That's not progress.
It's not evolution.
It's a disease, and it needs someone
that understands what's at stake.
Someone who can stand up like a real man
and take action against injustice
and unfairness in this world.
Today.
Right now.
Before lunch.
Number one for the office mascot.
Number two for Miss Congeniality.
Number three for "the early bird gets the worm."
[chuckles]
Four for the master brownnoser.
Number five for the ungrateful backstabber.
And last but not least,
number six...
[exhales]
number six...
Just do it.
You can do it.
Just do it.
[Man whistling]
* Maconel *
Shelby wants this by Friday, okay?
And make sure there's nothing missing this time.
Friday, Maconel. [rapping on computer]
Make it happen.
[bullets clinking]
It's all about timing.
Nothing worthwhile is done without it.
My time will come.
Bob?
Um, my husband's brother's family's
coming into town next weekend
and I was just kind of wondering maybe
if there's any possibility you could do your yard?
I'll see what I can do.
That'd be great. Thanks.
[Male voice] Chickened out again, didn't you?
I didn't chicken out.
I just didn't think the timing was right.
[Male voice] Oh, right. Yeah. Uh-huh.
The timing again.
Hey, buddy, I think I've heard that one before.
You should be happy I didn't do it today.
'Cause if I did, who'd be here to feed you, huh?
Hey, who cares about food,
as long as those goddamn bastards die, right?
Huh? They die.
Fuck 'em.
All right. Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey. Hey, that's mine.
[chattering on TV]
[Man on radio] Now, what exactly is
your fear about these chickens?
[Man #2 on radio] Well, the fear exactly
comes from the epidemic
of bird flu and the diseases.
And then-- Pow! I mean, we could all die.
Well, I think that's just a bit extreme.
[bell dings]
[chattering]
[sighs]
"145100YT765."
"59871239HX."
[reading, overlapping]
Check.
[wind blowing]
Love the hula girl.
[beeping]
[gasps]
How's that recount coming?
You said Friday. That's tomorrow.
Tomorrow morning. I'd like to see it before then.
Why? You won't be able to tell if I missed anything.
Look, I am not going through this with you again.
Come on, Harper, I wanna get a table with a view.
I already reserved one.
Cool. Hey, what's this?
Hey, that's mine. Put it down.
Come on. What's it do?
Give it back. Put it down.
Maybe it turns on his brain. Give it back.
That's mine!
What's the button do? Blow up the entire world!
Give it back. Give it back.
Let it go.
Fine, take your stupid toy. Hey.
[doll shatters]
I need that list done by 5 P.M. sharp.
[beeping]
[explosion]
I'll let you have the honors today.
[explosion rumbling]
[car alarm blaring]
Hey, hula man.
Hope you didn't break her heart too.
09871239847.
Check.
[bell dings]
Were you looking down my blouse? Sorry.
Yeah, you're sorry. Sorry you got caught.
I thought you were somebody else.
Oh, so I'm not the only one you're harassing.
I'm not harass--
I have to deliver these.
I catch you looking at me like that again,
I'm taking it upstairs.
You know, they have rules to protect women
from men like you!
Mr. Harper?
Maconel!
You are so lucky you didn't go home.
I wasn't going home.
Then where were you?
I told you I wanted that list by 5.
That's why I brought them up to your office,
but you weren't there.
Of course I wasn't there.
I was down here looking for you.
I thought you wanted me to deliver them.
You thought.
You thought?
Give me this.
You didn't staple it?
I used a paper clip.
Well, that was really smart, wasn't it?
Hey, Harp. Shelby wants you in on this conference call.
Okay.
Staple those together
and wait in your cube until I get back.
We're not done with this.
There comes a time
when the diseased and the weak
must be sacrificed
in order to save the herd.
One for the office mascot.
Number two for Miss Congeniality.
Number three for "the early bird gets the worm."
[chuckles]
Four for the master brownnoser.
Number five for the ungrateful backstabber.
And last but not least,
number six...
[exhales]
number six...
Just do it.
Oh, shit.
Maconel!
I told that drone not to leave.
Hey, anybody seen Maconel?
[gunshots, women screaming]
Coleman?
Maconel.
Ralf, look at what you did.
Yeah.
How did it feel?
Satisfying.
Christ. Coleman?
Shit. Shit.
[siren wailing in distance]
I think that's your cue to leave.
[scoffs] You don't kill this many people
and simply walk away.
No trial. [gun clicks]
No trial.
[loading gun]
Oh, my God, it's Vanessa.
Vanessa?
I thought it was that Paula bitch.
It's a common mistake.
I liked Vanessa.
She has a good smile.
Great smile.
She could light up a room with that thing.
She's alive. Vanessa's still alive.
Hey. Whoa. What are you doing?
I thought you liked her. That's why I wanna put her out of her misery.
How do you know she's in misery?
Believe me, it is better this way.
Wait. Don't you need that last bullet for yourself?
Don't be telling me how to do this, Maconel.
It's only because you're lamer than I am,
I haven't blown you away at this point.
Excuse me, but in as much as we may have
the same feelings about these people,
I'm not half as lame as you are.
Oh, no?
Then you tell me what you'd call a man
who's stupid enough to piss off a maniac
with a fucking loaded gun.
I'd call him a maniac...
with his own fucking loaded gun.
Ha.
That was six.
[Vanessa whimpering]
[sobbing]
Vanessa.
It's okay.
You're gonna make it.
[whimpering]
Let me see that smile.
Come on.
Come on, you can do it.
There you go.
It really does light up a room.
It's okay. [whimpering]
They're coming. They're coming. It's okay.
[whimpers]
[Woman on TV] The five that were killed were all employees
of Advanced Dynamic Devices,
but it's not apparent if they were targeted specifically
or if they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Since the gunman, Ralf Coleman,
died at the scene, we may never know.
Jessica Light reports from the gunman's neighborhood in Crestview.
Jessica? Hi, I'm Jessica Light.
I'm here on a typical day
in a typical suburban neighborhood
hearing the same typical question
after one of these tragic events.
How could this have happened here?
So tell me,
what was Ralf Coleman like?
He always seemed like such a nice guy.
Yeah, he pretty much kept to himself.
He was such a quiet man.
[Woman on TV] Tragic as this event is,
we're hearing that it could have been even worse
if it weren't for the actions of one man,
a man who was apparently unafraid
to stand up to a violent world
and just say,
"No, I'm not taking it anymore."
[Fish] Timing not right again?
For your information,
I did pull the trigger today.
[Fish] No shit.
Then what are you doing here...
alive?
[cap clatters]
It's a long story.
Well, where the hell are we going?
Talk to me. Some other time.
Well, at least tell us
if those fucking bastards
are dead.
Those fucking bastards are dead.
All right. [fish cheering]
So when are you leaving for Fiji?
Well, not for-- We have two weeks next month.
Oh, wonderful. Yeah.
How'd your wife--
Yeah, we're bringing a nanny, so, I mean...
[continues, indistinct]
[knocking on door]
Hello, Mr. Maconel. My name is Derrick Miles.
I wonder if I might ask you a few questions about what happened at IDT.
I'm with The Herald. How did you get my name?
They said they wouldn't give out my name. Come on, Mr. Maconel,
you can't keep something like this a secret.
You're an honest-to-God hero.
I only killed one man. Yeah, but you killed the right man.
[vehicles approaching]
Look, do you think we could continue this conversation inside?
[tires screeching] No.
[Men chattering] Please, you'd make it so much easier on yourself
if you just tell your story to one person.
It's called an exclusive.
You're not coming into my house.
Please, Mr. Maconel, let me in before these vultures
twist your life all out of proportion. No!
[knocking on door]
[Man] Mr. Maconel, please, sir!
[crowd chattering]
[knocking on door]
Go away!
[pounding on door, chattering]
[Man] We're here from Channel 5 News...
[knocking on door] [Woman] Mr. Maconel!
Welcome to our world, Bob.
[gasps] [Man on TV] And we are back
with Ernest Williams,
chicken farmer--
[Man #2 on TV] Ernesto. [grunts]
[Man on TV] Ernesto. Ernesto Williams.
Okay, and can I call you chicken farmer?
[continues indistinct]
[gasps]
Oh...
Oh, fish.
There went our 15 minutes.
Bob?
Hi.
You know how I was telling you my company was coming in?
Is my lawn bothering you again?
No, no, no, no, no.
Actually, I was wondering,
since we're having a small
Christmas barbeque this weekend,
that maybe you'd like to stop by.
It'd be nice to get to know our new neighbor.
I've lived here five years.
Oh, my, how time flies.
[bell dings]
[Man] There he is. There's the man.
[Woman] Our champ.
[Man] Way to go, Bob.
Well done, Maconel.
[crowd chattering, cheering]
Hey, there he is! Hey, Bob.
No, Mr. Maconel.
You don't work here anymore.
Come on.
Have I been fired?
[crowd laughs]
No. Come on.
Where are we going?
All the way.
You know, I just think it's so great what you did.
Now maniacs will think twice before going crazy.
[bell dings]
He's waiting for you, Mr. Maconel.
It's right through those doors.
** [Woman scatting]
Oh, you can go right in, Mr. Maconel.
Right through those doors.
There he is. Come on in, Bob.
I am so glad to finally meet you.
Can-- Can I get you anything?
Something to drink? A Pepsi or something?
Oh, Bob, this is Maurice Gregory.
I brought Maurice in to help the employees
work through their anxiety
during the healing process.
Maurice is a good man and a gifted psychiatrist.
Psychiatrist? Grief counselor.
Here, have a seat.
Have my seat. [chuckles]
Sit down, sit down.
A lot of people asked about you at the eulogy.
Yeah, I'm sorry. I wanted to--
Hey, hey, hey, hey. You don't have to explain yourself.
No, I'm sure this has been a little bit overwhelming to you.
It has.
But you've gotta understand,
It takes a very rare individual
to keep his head
and then take action
in the face of certain death.
I'm a veteran.
I've had my scrapes, let me tell you.
But I knew who my enemy was.
I knew what I was getting into on the way in.
These days...
it can come from anywhere...
at any time...
from anyone.
That's true.
Forgive my morbid curiosity,
but did you actually see it happen?
I saw...
bodies hit the floor.
Jesus.
How did you manage to not get shot?
Well, I was...
[clears throat]
I was-- I dropped a paper clip,
so I was already on the floor.
Oh, my God.
Can you imagine that? A paper clip saved his life.
But then you saw your fellow workers dying right in front of your eyes.
It must have made you feel terrible.
That was a really stupid thing to say.
Of course you felt terrible.
What am I thinking? What else are you gonna feel?
But then you pulled it together.
Right?
And you, um...
And, uh...
And, well, here we are.
All right, enough of this depressing conversation.
I'm sure that you and Maurice
will hash out that nightmare later.
Right now I want you to come with me. Come on.
Bob, come on.
I pride myself on recognizing potential,
and as tragic as this event has been,
it's opened my eyes to a real talent
that's been going to waste right beneath my nose.
I'm glad I met you. Me?
And don't try to tell me you're satisfied
with your present position here.
Yeah. I know, I know.
You feel wasted, unchallenged,
like you've got good ideas
but no one will listen, right?
Come on, be honest with me.
It has been a long time since anybody asked me what I thought.
Yeah, well, those days are over,
because from now on, I want to know
what Bob Maconel is thinking every day.
Welcome to your new think tank.
So, tell me, Bob.
What are you thinking now?
I'm thinking how I requested a window for years,
and they said they didn't have any left.
Yeah, well, a few became available last week.
That's right.
This is the office of one of the victims.
My personal assistant. Vanessa Parks?
Vanessa died?
No, no.
But she won't be coming back.
[click tongue] Did you know her?
Just her smile. [helicopter approaching]
Yeah, she could light up a room with that.
Did you go to visit her at Saint Michael's?
No.
No?
Bob.
You've got to go visit her. Why?
Why? Because you saved her life.
My God, man, the woman is probably desperate to thank you.
She doesn't even know my name.
I'm not suggesting it, Bob.
I'm telling you.
Go visit her today.
During work hours?
Think of it as your first assignment...
as Vice President of Creative Thinking.
You're gonna pay me to think?
It's a crazy world.
Oh, oh, oh, Bob.
When you, uh-- When you go see Vanessa,
I want you to take this with you
and give it to her personally.
It's just some final work papers.
Oh, wait, Bob.
Why don't you take your company car?
[keys clatter]
[bell dings]
Christ Almighty, it's Maconel.
You sly dog, playing possum all these years.
Certainly had me fooled.
You know, I heard you were back, but I didn't see you in the pit.
I'm upstairs now.
And rightfully so.
All right, now the big question.
How many rounds
did you pump into that sick-ass Coleman, huh?
Come on, Bob. How many?
Two, three? Five.
Five!
Pay up, sucker.
Hey, last time I doubt this man's drive.
Oh, Bob.
You should join our foursome.
We could use somebody with your killer instinct
on the back nine. Oh, man.
Cooper's guys would shit if we brought him out.
Yeah. [bell dings]
Hey, uh, happy hour this evening.
Barney's.
It's right across the street.
Lose the briefcase, Bob. You're an executive now.
[alarm chirps]
I'd like to visit Vanessa Parks.
That poor girl.
Your name?
Bob Maconel.
Bob Maconel?
The Bob Maconel? Yeah.
Honey, you gotta learn to speak up.
My husband thinks you should run for mayor.
[chuckles]
Hey, Thelma! Thelma, answer my phones.
I gotta take Bob Maconel here to visit Vanessa.
We were so proud to see you. It's wonderful what--
It's this way-- It's wonderful what you did.
In fact, we have your picture hanging in the cafeteria.
And of course, everybody wants you to sign it.
How is she?
You haven't heard?
Only that she isn't coming back to work.
That bullet was right in her spine.
After the swelling went down and they removed it,
the nerves never got back together again.
What are you saying? She's--
[whispers] Paralyzed.
How much? Like, her legs?
Vanessa?
There's a visitor here to see you.
No, no.
Honey, it's Bob Maconel.
It's the hula man.
[chuckles]
Be right outside.
So, you're the man that saved me.
I guess so.
I've been wanting so much to meet you.
Can you come here?
[whispers] Closer.
[gasps]
Son of a bitch!
I was a goddess.
Now look at me! I can't move!
I can't dance!
I certainly can't fuck now, can I?
[grunting]
You should have let Coleman finish the job!
You should have let me die!
Fuck You! [sobbing]
I should have died.
You should have let him kill me.
Fuck!
I hate you!
Hey, Maconel. [rapping on window]
Just in time. We're going to Barney's.
Come on. Put it in park and shake a leg.
It's happy hour. I don't want to be happy.
Nonsense. Everybody wants to be happy.
I have to punch in my time card.
What, are you nuts? Executives don't have time cards.
Come on. I don't drink.
Great. It saves more for the rest of us! Right.
[crowd cheering]
Doesn't drink, my ass.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Oh.
That was six.
[crowd cheering]
Bob...
I gotta admit...
that day...
I about shit my pants
when I saw Coleman raise that gun at me.
Clich� as it sounds, my whole life flashed before my eyes,
and I can't say I'm proud of much of it.
But you-- God.
You.
You're standing there cool as ice...
staring that guy down one-on-one.
It's amazing.
It's fucking amazing.
Yeah, but there's--
There's one question that's been stuck in my brain.
If you had a gun,
why did you wait till the shooting stopped to use it?
[crowd cheering]
Hey, forget it.
You know, the important thing is...
that I didn't get my ass blown off that day,
and I know I probably have you to thank for it.
Uh, another round here.
Ugh, no six.
Oh, shit. There he is.
The Mind Fucker. [laughing]
I need to go home.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Oh, hey, Bob. You okay?
Man, he's fucked up!
Uh, somebody ought to drive him home.
Yeah, well, I'm in the other direction.
I'll take him home.
[Paula] Now, I hope you didn't
take what I said last week too seriously.
I mean, a girl's got to protect herself
from getting stuck with a loser.
You know,
a guy with no future,
no balls.
It's not you, Bob.
I mean, everyone knows that you've got a great future.
Now, as for the balls...
you've certainly proven it.
Ugh. You've got a great big set of those.
I'd be more than honored
if you'd like to take another look down my blouse.
Actually....
No!
Oh, fuck!
** [pop]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
[Man] Hey, nice tits!
[honking] Fuck you, asshole! Fuck!
Hi.
[Fish] Hello? Hey, Shithead.
Get up.
Wake up!
Christ Almighty.
The master lives.
Now, could you feed us before we all die?
You'd better hurry,
Stripes is rolling for the third time.
You happen to see the lady that brought me here?
Don't work that way, Bob. [grunting]
You don't see it, we don't see it. Remember?
[clears throat] Nice tits, though.
[breathing heavily]
Bob.
There he is.
My best drinkin' buddy.
So, uh, Bob,
was it hot, huh?
Was she everything she thinks she is?
I honestly can't say.
Okay, a gentleman. [chuckling]
Okay. We're going to have to work on that.
Have you seen her? No.
Not yet, but, uh,
I did see Mr. Shelby. He's looking for you,
some important assignment
you were supposed to take care of?
[whispering] Yes.
I got to go.
Hey, Bob.
Bob?
[whimpering]
[tires squealing]
I need to see Vanessa Parks.
Oh, that poor girl, are you a relative? No.
Well, only relatives are allowed in during non-visiting hours.
I'm Bob Maconel.
Oh, I don't believe you're here--
I know I upset her before--
I've been trying to get a hold of you. What?
Vanessa. She wanted to see you again.
[Woman on intercom] Dr. Steven Chang to Cardio-Path Lab,
Dr. Steven Chang...
Hi.
Can you close the door, please?
Certainly was fast.
Actually, I was coming to see you.
I was supposed to give this to you yesterday.
[door closes] It's from Mr. Shelby.
I'm sure he would have delivered it himself, but uh,
he's been real busy with everything that's happened.
I'm sure.
I could open it and read it to you.
No.
Well, where would you like me to put it?
How about straight up his ass?
Okay.
[sighing] I'm sorry, I--
I didn't mean to snap at you.
It's okay. No, it's not.
I want to apologize for the way I treated you before.
It was completely unfair to blame you for my...
for my condition.
You risked your life to save me.
You had no idea I'd end up like this.
Maybe you would've acted differently
if you knew I'd never be able to use another body part again,
or that I'd have to rely on people for the rest of my life
to feed me and clothe me...
and diaper me.
You think you would have?
Would have what?
Acted differently.
Yes.
I knew it, I knew you were a compassionate man.
That's why you're the only one that I can ask this favor of.
I want you to finish what Coleman started.
Bob,
I don't want to live this way.
I can't live like this.
My spirit will die a million times every day.
If you have any feelings for me at all,
you'll help me through it.
[whispering] Please.
I can't do this anymore.
You're asking me to end your life?
[sighing]
It's already over.
I get released
to home care Wednesday at five.
If I don't see you then, I-- I'll understand.
[knocking]
There you are. Mr. Shelby.
Sit, sit, sit.
So, did you complete the assignment?
I delivered it to her personally.
Excellent.
Did she say anything when you told her it was from me?
No.
Did she open it?
Vanessa's a quadriplegic.
She's completely paralyzed.
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
I'm, uh, just having so much trouble accepting this.
I had no idea that losing her
would affect the company the way it has.
She did more than just brighten this place up.
She did the little things that nobody else will.
I feel a little bit lost without her.
Well, if you...
need any help filling in the gaps, I can try.
You wouldn't mind?
It might help with my thinking.
All right, then.
I guess you could take this over, hah.
It's my wife's latest attempt to get published.
We need 50 copies of that by tomorrow to send out.
Oh, and um, when you finish with that,
could you pick up these suits at Armine's?
They, um...
close at three.
Bob, Bob.
When are you coming to see me?
I have to get these copied.
Uh, can I help you? I got it.
Hey, have you ever used this machine?
A copier's a copier.
Ha, look,
I know you're the "big hero" around here, having shot the bad guy and all,
but operating the 349 isn't as easy as pointing and pulling a trigger,
you know what I'm saying, Bob?
These have to be perfect,
they're for Mr. Shelby himself.
I'll be gentle.
I hear you've been looking for me.
Oh.
Quite a night, wasn't it, hm?
What happened? You don't remember?
[chuckling] Well, I, uh,
I know now why you're such a quiet man.
Why?
Because you don't have much to talk about...
down there.
[giggling] Don't worry, baby.
[whispering] It'll be our little secret.
[laughing]
It was supposed to be you.
[continues laughing]
Vanessa Parks is paralyzed because she looks like you.
What?
Coleman made a mistake.
Okay. [chuckling]
You just dissed Paula Metzler.
You really are a bad-ass.
[Bob] She doesn't know how lucky she is.
[Woman on television] The F.B.I. is now saying
sabotage was the cause of that airliner losing its wheel,
which resulted in 12 deaths.
[whispering] Finish what Coleman started.
The F.B.I. are also still piecing together
the possible motive for Ralf Coleman's murderous rampage at ADD,
but have so far made little progress.
They also refuse to link Coleman's actions to the recent discovery
that his wife and daughter had died in an auto accident five years ago,
[chanting] Finish what Coleman started.
saying it was too long ago to matter.
Listen to them.
Don't those fucking assholes know
the world is a shitty place?
Just ask Vanessa.
Shut up!
That poor girl.
[sighing]
Ready to leave?
Mm-hmm.
** [folk]
[chuckling]
How appropriate, my old company car.
Yours?
What else did Shelby give you of mine?
Your office.
I think your job.
Well, whatever you do, don't sleep with him.
I won't.
Okay, let me see how to do this.
All right? Yup.
That's it.
This one around my chest, here,
there's this clip in the back.
All right.
You going to be all right, if I do this?
[clearing throat]
Don't worry, I won't feel anything if you touch me.
[mumbling indistinctly]
Okay.
[grunting]
Uh, well, maybe--
maybe not everything.
[both chuckling]
* I will not blink again *
Okay, there you go.
Okay.
* You will be sure as I am *
* That you and I are one *
[sighing]
Now what?
Just get me out of here.
[Vanessa] I've been giving this a lot of thought,
and I think I've figured out a way for you to do this
without getting any blood on your hands.
The last thing I want is for you to get into any trouble over this.
Legally or spiritually.
And I'm not taking any bullshit pills either.
I'm going out the same way I came in...
dramatically.
There's a station on the Red Line,
one where the South Express doesn't stop.
The concrete in the waiting area is sloped, not very much,
but it's smooth all the way down.
So, just position me at the top,
and when we feel the train coming,
just let me go, and gravity will take over.
What station?
Franklin Street.
The one by the Crown Superstore?
Yeah.
Is it a busy station?
Yeah, but it clears out at about midnight or so.
You hungry? You want to get something to eat?
Are you asking me to dinner, Bob?
I guess.
[laughing]
There's a...
Sizzler up here a little ways.
Sizzler?
Look, Bob, if this is going to be my last meal,
I'd like it to be something special.
I don't get out much, Sizzler's all I know.
Then this will be a treat for the both of us.
Right, this way, sir,
we have a lovely table for you, hidden away in the back.
[bang] Oh.
Six months I've been trying to get a table here,
you've always been too crowded?
Well, tonight must be your lucky night.
Oh, yeah, it's amazing what a bullet to the spine will do for your luck.
I should go out and get some Quick Picks!
I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time here at the restaurant.
Here you are.
Your waiter will tell you about the specials.
God, I hate snobs.
Then why eat here?
Because it's supposed to be the best in the city,
and I don't want you to forget this night.
I don't think that'll be a problem.
You're not going to chicken out on me, are you, Bob?
No.
Because this will be a wasted meal
if you don't go through with it.
It's not a wasted meal.
Then stop looking so goddamn sad.
Sir,
Madam,
would you like to hear the specials?
Oh, no need, we'll take the two most expensive dishes on the menu.
[Waiter] Excellent choice.
I imagine you'd like a bottle of Opus One to wash it down?
You read my mind.
I'll bring it right over.
Don't worry, if you really have my job,
you can afford it.
Aren't you going to miss anything?
Your friends, your family...
Bob, how many flowers were in my room?
I don't remember. None.
And how many people came to wish me well?
I don't know. None.
And who came to see me today?
The day I got to go home?
Just me.
Just you.
You're such a beautiful woman, so full of life, your smile--
Yeah, I could light up a room, I know,
it's my first line of offense.
I don't understand.
I'm 26 years old, Bob. 26?
Yeah, and I was a heartbeat away from being Senior VP
at a Fortune 500 company in just one year on the job.
You're an incredibly educated woman--
No, no I'm not.
My entire extended schooling is two years at Valley Junior College.
I have a brain, Bob, but the only reason why
I got to where I am so fast is because,
one, I was a complete knockout, and two,
I gave the best goddamn blow jobs in the entire state.
Your wine. Great.
And it didn't hurt that I also had that whole woman/child thing going on.
Men either wanted to protect me or fuck me, so,
it helped me get up the ladder,
and I did a hell of a lot of climbing, Bob.
More than my share.
Right.
Look, the point is, you don't make any friends
stepping all over them on the way up.
Look, enough with this doom and gloom.
Let's see what a $300 bottle of wine tastes like.
Me first. Here, can you take this off?
Ohhh...
Okay?
Yeah.
Don't worry.
Ohh..
Whoo...
Ow, that's so much better.
Now that I'll miss.
Bon appetit.
You have any brothers and sisters? Umm...yeah....
What was your most personal-- I do like apple juice a lot...
Really? One time at the office I was talking shit about Paula
Sweet Orchard apple juice... and she was right behind me.
Oh, Paula...
[laughing]
But are goldfish like cats,
where you can't leave food out for them?
Pretty much. Everyone's due for a good hangover.
It's easier to ask what hasn't been my most...
You go ahead, I'm stuffed.
How can you tell? You can't feel anything below your neck.
I know my limit.
Besides, they're closing this place out, I think.
It's only ten o'clock.
I guess we're going to have to try and find something else we've never done before.
What haven't you done before? [drums]
** [rock music]
You're doing the back-up lines.
You hear me? No...
Yes you are! No, no, no.
Gladys is nothing without the Pips.
Take the mic. Bob!
** ["Midnight Train to Georgia"]
* L.A.*
* Proved too much for the man *
*So he's leavin' the life *
* He's come to know *
Bob. You gotta do this.
* He said he's going back to find *
Where are the Pips? Do the Pips!
* Ooh, what's left of this world *
You're killing me, come on.
* The world he left behind * Come on!
[audience shouting] Come on buddy, give her a little help!
* Not so long ago *
[laughing] Ho, ho, ho!
You know, forget you!
* He's leaving * * Leaving *
* On that midnight train to Georgia *
* Leaving on the midnight train *
* Said he's going back *
* Going back to find * * To a simpler place and time *
* Simpler place and time * * Oh yes he is! *
* I'll be with him * * I know you will *
* On that midnight train to Georgia *
* You know, on that midnight train *
Oh my God.
* I'd rather live in his world-- *
It's her colostomy bag.
Bob. Bob. Bob! * Ma-- *
Bob, get me out of here!
[audience consternation] Oh shit!
[mic feedback] Bob! Oh my God!
Get me out of here!
Thank God I'm not in a wheelchair.
[distant siren]
There it is.
[subway train passing]
Keep going, Bob.
[wheelchair squeaking]
Right here. Stop.
I've been here so many times.
You're going to let go, you promise?
I promise.
I'm glad I got to know you, Bob.
So am I.
[horn approaching]
Now Bob. Now.
[train approaching]
[increasing roar]
[shouting] Bob, let me go! Bob!
Bob, you promised me! You fucking promised me!
Goddamn it, Bob! Let me go. I'm sorry!
You promised me! You fucking chickenshit!
You fucking cocksucker! Let me go!
Bob! Bob! No! I'm sorry! I know!
[screaming]
[brakes screeching]
Oh, the-- Bob! Shit!
Myelinated actions below the wound were not as contused
as the original MRI indicated.
So we rescanned, using NMR microimaging.
That revealed an overabundance of progenitor cells,
which apparently caused glia
to be secreted around the C-7 thoracic synapsis.
What does all that mean?
It means there's hope. There's definite hope.
[monitor beeps]
Hi.
Come here.
Closer.
Closer!
Closer.
[Heart beat] [Man singing acapella]
Thank you for saving my life.
Again.
This time you won't regret it.
[Man singing] * Inside, outside*
* Make up your mind *
* Put on your face *
* And close your door Step out of your mind *
...isn't anymore, is it? No, it certainly is not.
* Not another day *
* This one is here to stay *
* Not another sign *
* You can kiss those blues of yours goodbye *
* And I said some days may fade *
* I will let this one fade *
* and sometimes rain falls *
* I will let it fall *
* And some things are bound to change *
* They will change that way *
* And sometimes there will be pain *
* There won't be any pain *
* Not today *
* Not this day This one's all for you *
* Not this day *
* It's your day This one's all for you *
* It's all for you *
* For you *
* It's all for you *
* For you *
** [instrumental]
I told you guys to be here as soon as possible.
It's an emergency. [indistinct]
Where'd you learn how to drive? Huh?
** [continues]
[laughing]
The big problem's a lack of communication between departments,
but I notice there's one place people don't have any trouble expressing themselves,
and that's by the water cooler, so I thought if you put a little miniature water cooler
by every phone in every office and promote communication between departments.
That's good thinking, Bob.
[everybody] Yeah, yeah.
* And I said some days may fade *
* I will let this one fade *
* Sometimes rain falls *
* And I will let it fall *
* And some things are bound to change *
* They will change that way *
* And sometimes there will be pain *
* There won't be any pain *
* Not today *
* Not this day This one's all for you *
* Not today *
* Not this day This one's all for you *
* This is your day *
* It's your day This one's all for you *
* This is your day *
* It's your day This one's all for you *
* It's all for you *
* For you *
* It's all for you *
* For you *
* And I said Some days may fade *
* I will let this one fade *
* Not today *
I guess we overdid it today.
It was a great day.
But it could be perfect.
It's not already? [kissing]
It just needs that final touch.
Your finger's definitely getting stronger.
Take me to the couch.
I want to satisfy you, Bob.
You have. You are.
Not intellectually, I mean intimately.
Sexually.
All you have to do is reposition me,
put my head over the couch, and I'll do the rest.
Vanessa! What? You're my boyfriend, right?
Come on, you've done so much for me.
Please, just let me do this for you.
No, no, I don't think we should. I don't see you that way.
Well that's just it. I want you to. I want you to find me attractive.
I do. You're beautiful.
Not enough to be intimate with?
Vanessa,
from the first moment I saw you
I wanted to be close to you in every way possible.
I fantasized about you
being naked.
Can I at least fulfill that fantasy then?
Please?
** [Man singing]
Buttons, Bob?
[giggles]
It's okay.
There's a clasp.
Touch them.
But you won't feel anything.
I will if you do.
* So don't you worry at all *
* And ooh, can't you see *
* The world's here for you *
* And ooh, can't you see *
Take your glasses off.
[whispered] Come here.
* And ooh, can't you see *
* The world's here for you *
* I'm here for you *
* Here for you *
Take me with you.
What?
Take me with you.
Vanessa, it's Monday. I have to go to work.
I know. I want to go with you.
Why?
Because, it's time to see where it happened.
All those people seeing what's happened to you.
The ones that you said you stepped on,
are you sure you're strong enough to handle all that?
I will be if you're with me.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Is the lipstick overdone?
No, the nurse did a good job.
This hair is in the way.
Let's no do this. Not today. No! No no no no no!
When are you going to learn to put your emotions away and just do it?
Stop! Dammit, don't do that!
Don't be weak. Come here!
Look at me.
Show some courage, Bob.
I need that.
You're all I got in there.
Vanessa. It's really a shame what happened.
But you look ravishing as always.
Such a tragic thing, Vanessa. If there's anything I can do, really.
You okay? Keep moving.
[Vanessa] It smells different.
[Bob] They started to pump in air freshener.
How come?
It's supposed to make you happy.
It stinks.
Wait, stop.
I was filling my water bottle.
Where were you?
I was over by the hula girl.
Take me to where I fell.
I heard the shots, but I didn't see where they came from.
Where was Coleman standing?
He was right there.
Show me.
I wanna see.
[gunshots]
What's wrong?
I wish I would have seen his eyes.
If you had, he wouldn't have fired.
How do you know?
I know.
Vanessa?
They told me you were here. I couldn't believe it.
I wanted to see where it happened.
I understand.
I am so, so sorry about what happened.
Yeah, so am I.
Bob. Come on. Let's go. We're done here.
You can move?
I-I thought you were permanently paralyzed.
Yeah, so did I. I guess we were both wrong.
Bob.
It was so good to see you.
Freak show's over. Everyone back to work.
That's Hawaii, definitely. Or maybe it's Japan.
Both would be great.
God, it would be nice to go somewhere.
You're awfully quiet tonight.
If you hadn't been shot, would you ever have thought of being with me like this?
That's kind of a cruel question.
You wouldn't, I know.
I didn't even know you.
Who would you be with then?
What does it matter? We're in a different world.
Mr. Shelby...
Did you love him?
He was married, Bob.
So? So I told you who I was before.
And why I did what I did.
[jet roar] Love was the last thing on my mind.
Why are we talking about this right now? What happened happened.
And in this world I'm with you, you are the one I want to be with,
and nothing's going to change that unless you want it to change.
I don't want anything to change.
Then it won't.
Bob,
you should've told me you like your women submissive.
I would have accommodated.
Your day will come.
Hey Bob.
What are you doing in here? We need to talk.
Don't you ever stop? I have nothing to say. I'm fine.
Well, I'm not, okay?
I'm failing here, Bob, and I need your help.
See, I wasn't good enough to do my job.
And now I think something really wrong is going to happen,
and it's going to be my fault. What could go wrong?
Let me show you something.
All right, Bob. You gotta see this.
I haven't shown this to anybody.
Sit down.
Where did you find this?
In the copy machine.
You see, the good thing is, it's in the form of a question.
That means whoever wrote it
hasn't made up their mind what they're going to do yet.
Maybe they already have, and they're not going to do anything.
Can we take that chance?
No. The person that wrote this note is reaching out.
He may not even know it.
But that would be a real tragedy
if you and I didn't try to save him.
How can I save him?
Help me bring him out into the open.
Otherwise, I gotta go down to Mr. Shelby,
initiate a company-wide handwriting analysis
and, my friend, that's just a bitch.
It's just a bitch.
Oh, shit.
[beep] Bob, you there?
[clears throat]
Ah. I need you to go out and buy a gift.
I wanna get something-- something really special,
but I don't know what's appropriate
for someone in Vanessa's condition
I figured you would know what she'd like these days,
because I certainly don't know.
I can not get over seeing her come in like that.
What a brave woman.
Here. Take the afternoon if you need it.
We-- here.
What? Do you think it's not enough?
I don't think it's right.
Why not?
You shouldn't be buying presents for another woman.
Vanessa is not another woman.
She happens to be a valued and appreciated member of the ADD team.
Is that what you tell Mrs. Shelby?
Are you questioning my fidelity?
Because if you are, you are way out of line, pal!
I just don't wanna see her hurt again.
And what are you? Her protector?
I care about her.
Oh, Jesus, you're in love with her.
[laughs] I can't believe it.
She's done it to you too.
Bob, that woman
will do anything to get a man to give her what she needs.
She's changed.
Yes. She's disabled.
She doesn't want anything from me.
Bob, you're the spoon.
Because that's what she needs right now.
But let me ask you something.
What happens if she starts to wiggle more than her finger?
What if she starts to move her entire hand?
Or her arm?
What happens if she can feed herself,
move herself, take care of herself?
Do you really think that a woman like that
is gonna choose a man like you?
I mean, honestly now.
I...
am not...
a spoon.
There he is. Man of the people.
Now this thing between you and Little Miss Bottle Rocket serious?
Don't call her that.
I'm just saying, Bob, you're at your peak right now.
Great money, great car, great friends.
Some men wait a whole lifetime for that.
Why would you wanna waste it on a gimp?
[grunts]
You are a very cruel man!
Bob, come on. Hey.
Forget golf on Sunday, you fucking freak!
[door creaks, slams]
Don't touch her.
She was mine.
Well, you threw her away.
No, I didn't. She was broken. She was in pieces.
She's all better now.
She was mine.
Say bye-bye.
What's this? He's the guy you're looking for.
He's the one with the problem.
Henry from Maintenance.
That's your man.
Bob, I think you misunderstood what I was asking of you.
No, I didn't. You wanted me to find the next Coleman,
that's-- that's what I did.
How did you actually do this?
I had the sense, remember?
The sense.
You know, how I knew something was gonna happen here.
How I knew to bring my gun in the day Coleman went off.
Right. And you're right.
This man is very dangerous.
You need to do something. You need to get him some help,
and you need to get him out of here, just like you said.
Bob, he's not the one.
You didn't see him. He's this tall!
You're the one, Bob.
You're the one that needs help.
I'm the hero. I shot the bad guy.
I know.
That's why I wanted you to come to me on your own.
That's why you're up here on the top floor.
You're wrong.
Think about it-- Vice President of Creative Thinking?
Do you really believe that someone like you would have a job like that?
Someone like me?
[sighs]
Just admit you're the one, Bob,
and you'll be halfway home.
No.
I'm not the one.
I'm not the one!
I'm not!
Not the one!
No. No, no, no.
No!
Let me through! Let me through!
[plane landing]
[panting]
Mr. Shelby?
Hello, Bob.
What's going on? Why is he here?
Well-- I just came--
I didn't ask you!
I think you better go.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
I, uh-- I'll see you tomorrow, Bob.
Right?
I didn't know that he was coming over.
The nurse let him in before I could stop her.
He's never come over here before. Why here? Why now?
He wanted to talk.
About what? About your miraculous recovery?
Or how-- how he wants to ask you back into his life.
Don't do this. Don't do what?
Don't turn this into something it's not.
Don't tell me how to feel!
He came over here because he was worried about you.
He said that you two had words earlier
and that you left very upset.
Did he tell you why I was upset?
How he wanted me to buy you a present from him? Huh?
I bet he didn't tell you a thing about that, did he?
Yeah, he did. He also told me that you harassed Paula
and that you choked Harper in the elevator.
That's 'cause they disrespected you.
My God! What is so wrong?
I'm not the one who has the problem!
I don't need any help! I--
[panting]
Do I?
Bob, everybody needs help sometimes.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Look at me. Without you, I'd either be hopeless or dead.
That's because you need me right now.
What happens if you start to get better?
If you could feed yourself, clothe yourself,
take better care of yourself--
What're you gonna do with me then, huh? Bob, please stop it.
What're gonna do with me then?
You're gonna throw me away. That's it.
No, I'm not. Listen to me. Yes, you are!
Sit down. Come here.
No!
I'm not coming over there!
Bob. Sit down.
Come here and sit down, now.
Jesus.
Listen to me.
I didn't just find you in this tragedy.
I found myself.
And I can tell you with all honesty
that it doesn't matter if I never walk again or I can fucking fly.
It's your heart and your soul that I desperately need,
and I'll always need.
So you have a problem? So what?
I'm gonna help you get through this.
You just need the courage to do the right thing.
What is the right thing?
To do what's in your heart.
And you need the courage to face that.
It's easier to find when I'm with you.
And if you feel it's slipping away,
just look into my eyes...
and it'll be right there.
Do you love me?
Bob...
that's such a foreign word to me, you know that.
It doesn't mean that I won't,
I just-- I have to be sure before I say it.
[plane landing]
It doesn't matter.
Yes, it matters.
It does matter, Bob!
Please. Don't go.
Stay with me tonight, please.
Please.
Why?
Because I'm afraid if you leave feeling this way...
you won't find your way back.
[soft moan]
What-- what?
[Bob] So, she couldn't say it. So what?
It'll come. It'll happen.
I just have to be patient.
'Cause in the end,
it's all about timing.
[groans]
The bitch lied.
[yells]
Excuse me, sir!
Where's Shelby?
He's not up here. He's downstairs.
Maconel!
Maconel.
Dammit, I told that drone not to leave.
You know where Maconel went?
[office chatter]
[Woman] You see that?
[Man] Yeah.
He's got a gun!
[siren]
You're the one, Bob. You're the one that needs help.
[Bob] You may ask why I did what I did.
But what choice did you give me?
How else could I get your attention?
All I wanted was to exist in your world.
Just one person
who took time to actually see me,
who helped me...
find...
a way out.
[gunshot]
There comes a time
when the diseased and the weak
must be sacrificed in order to save the herd.
He seemed like a nice guy.
He was a quiet man.