I can see clearly now The rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
- It's gonna be a bright - Bright
- Bright - Sunshiny day
- It's gonna be a bright - Bright
- Bright - Sunshiny day
- I think I can make it now the pain is gone - One thousand rounds, .357 Magnum, steel core.
One thousand rounds, .380, soft points.
- All of the bad feelings have disappeared - Good. Account #65934752.
Please transfer to account...
- Here is the rainbow I've been praying for - six-one-niner-seven- one-eight-five-seven-five-three.
- It's gonna be a bright - Bright - You got it. - Thank you.
- Sir? - What? - I wanna read you something.
- I'm working, Marcella. - I think you should hear this.
- All right. - "Dear Pointes High Alumnae...
Can you believe it's been ten years since you left Grosse Pointe?
Where are you now? Are you in an Outward Bound canoe trip like Brook Stinson...
or perhaps in charge of public appearances for the NFL like Leslie Gunther?
Sandy Glasser owns a cheese shop.
Looking at yearbooks and pictures evokes so many memories...
some good, some bad, but all interesting.
Whenever news of you filters back...
the school is excited and proud of your accomplishments".
Hold on a sec.
I can see clearly now The rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
"As a graduate of the class of 1986...
you are someone special.
Remember: there's nowhere you can go...
that you haven't learned how to go in time".
- Whatever the hell that means. - Shred it.
I thought it might be good for you. Open some new accounts. Network.
- You know. - Don't tease me. You know what I do for a living.
Here is that rainbow I've been praying for
- It's gonna be a bright - Bright
- Bright - Sunshiny day
- It's gonna be a bright - Bright
- Bright - Sunshiny day
- It's gonna be a bright - Bright
- Bright - Sunshiny day
- It's gonna be a bright - Bright
- Bright - Sunshiny day
I just got off the phone with a very unsatisfied customer.
Well, ask them how that could possibly be my problem.
I was paid for one job... the cyclist... not two.
And, uh, you know, why don't you find out what the hell Grocer was doing there and maybe we can talk.
- I have Mr. Grocer for you. Ask him. - Uh, patch him through.
- Martin! Where are you? - Budapest.
Ah, city of cathedrals. Yeah, I see you right there on the bridge of the Danube, kid.
- I'd kind of like to talk to you, you know. - Well, all right, why don't you e-mail me?
Nah, kind of like a, you know, one-on-one, kind of a face-to-face type of thing, you know.
- Like do it personally? - Yeah. I'd love to see you. You know what I mean, kid? - All right, let's do it.
- How you doin', kid? - How are ya?
- Good. - Good. Good.
Hey. Mental telepathy, astral projection, you know.
Here... Here you are. Right. What do you want?
Kid, I'm putting together a little concern which would enable those of us in our rarefied profession...
to avoid, uh, embarrassing overlaps.
-What? Like a union? -More like a club. Work less, make more.
That's a great idea, but, uh, thank you. No.
"No". Remember Burma?
- Yeah, I do. - That nut, General Kwang.
- You were like a colonel in that army or something, right? - Yeah. Yeah.
- And he sold you all those tanks and you shipped them to Alabama. - T-34s. I took a bath on that.
- Yeah. That was fun. - That's what I'm talkin' about, kid. We could be workin' together again, for God's sake.
You know, makin' big money, killin' important people.
I want to structure an arrangement where you get, like, you know, shares... original shares on the ground floor.
And you would be the president of this organization, or maybe just a father figure to me.
- Hey, if you want a father, I'll give you a spanking. - Yeah. Forget about it.
- Look, the employers are gettin' us a lot cheaper 'cause there's so many of us. - Yeah.
- Well, after the Berlin thing, what can you do? - The Soviet bloc collapsed.
- And the market's flooded. - Okay. That's what I'm lookin' at. I'm lookin' at consolidated bargaining, okay?
- Mm-hmm. - Look, I don't wanna play against you. This thing is real.
- How real? - Morango brothers, uh, them, uh, East German ex-Stasi guys.
- Oh, I don't like those guys. - Them, uh, butch Filipino ladies.
- The little... uh, the dwarf, uh, maid... - The stabbers.
- Queens of the hotel hit, you know. - You got a great crew. - Everybody's in.
Yeah, well, not me, so don't paw at me with your dirty little guild.
All right. Well, you know, life's full of second chances, and, uh, here's chance two for you.
You think about comin' in with me. You ponder, okay?
- I'll think about it. - Because either way, I'm gonna get you, kid!
Yeah? Get what? Get back.
Hey. Bing-bing-bing-bing-bang. Popcorn!
Yeah, whatever.
- Nice to see you again. - Yeah. Good to see you, too, buddy.
You like that Pacific Northwest country? All the mist and that up there?
I haven't been there in years.
- Catch you. - Yeah. You look great. Nice to see you again.
Drive safe.
- Yeah. - "So come on back to the old oak tree, acorn".
- Signed, "Pointes High School Reunion Committee". - You're fired! Don't ever read that to me again, ever!
- Don't hang up. Wait! Did you read yesterday's offer? - Hold on a minute.
It's in French.
- It's a Greenpeace boat. It'd be so easy. - No way.
I have scruples.
Listen, uh, is everything set uh, for my arrival in Miami?
- It's covered, sir. - Good. Good. Good.
Sir, are you all right?
You don't seem like, well, your old self lately.
If you don't mind my asking, sir: Is it the job?
Is it getting to you?
You know, when you start getting invited to your ten-year high school reunion...
time is catching up.
Are you talkin' about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Well, I haven't really thought about it quite like that.
- Did you go to yours? - Yes, I did.
- It was just as if everyone had swelled. - Why are you so interested in me goin' to my reunion?
I just find it amusing that you came from somewhere.
Bye.
Fuck!
Whatever it is I'm doing that you don't like, I'll stop doing it.
It's not me.
- Morning. - Hi.
- Sir, may I come in? - Uh, gimme a second.
- Sir, they're very unhappy. - I'm very unhappy.
- It was supposed to look like a heart attack. He was supposed to die in his sleep. - Well, he moved.
His sleep research pattern suggested deep sleep at that hour. There's nothing to be done about it.
Sir, this is a very valuable firm.
- Come in here. - We've done a lot of business with them over the years...
and they blame you for the snafu.
- They say you've got to make amends. - When?
A canary decided to sing.
They scheduled his deposition for early Monday morning. You've gotta do it this weekend.
This weekend? No. lmpossible. Tell them I need my normal lead time.
Where?
I'm getting a black cat, Friday-the-13th kinda feeling about this one.
It's in Detroit. You can take care of business and stop by Grosse Pointe for your reunion.
Hey, look, Sergeant Pepper. I really need you to shut up about that.
Sir, it's outta my hands.
The gods want you to go back home, and they want you to delete someone while you're there.
Would you describe their position on this matter as inflexible?
Intractable, sir. I booked you on an early flight tomorrow morning.
Dossier.
All right... All right, listen. I'm gonna call you from Detroit.
And just make sure that you pick up the dry cleaning and feed the cat.
- Okay? - Don't forget your identity.
All right. Thank you.
- Could you, um, tell Dr. Oatman that I'm on my way? - Oh, yes. Of course.
- All right? - Mm-hmm. - Bye-bye. - Bye.
So I got invited to my ten-year high school reunion.
I'm conflicted. I mean, I don't know if I really want to go.
It's in Detroit, you know, and I grew up there, but I just honestly don't know...
what I have in common with those people anymore.
I mean, or with anyone, really. I mean, they'll all have husbands and wives...
and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they'll have made themselves...
a part of something, and they can talk about what they do, and what am I gonna say?
"I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork.
How have you been?"
I'm just thinkin' it'll be depressing. It'll be depressing.
Shouldn't you be taking notes or something?
I'm not taking notes, Martin, because I'm not your doctor.
- Please don't start with that stuff again. - Martin, I'm emotionally involved with you.
- How are you emotionally involved with me? - I'm afraid of you.
- You're afraid of me. - And that constitutes an emotional involvement...
and it would be unethical for me to work with you under those circumstances.
Don't you think maybe you're just upset because I told you what I do for a living...
and you got upset and you're letting it interfere with our dynamic?
Whoa! Martin, you didn't tell me what you did for a living...
- Yes, I did. - You didn't tell me what you did for a living for four sessions.
Then you told me, and I said, "I don't wanna work with you".
And yet you come back every week at the same time. That's a difficulty for me.
On top of that, if you've committed a crime...
or if you're thinking about committing a crime, I have to tell the authorities.
I know the law, okay?
But I don't want to be withholding. I'm very serious about this process.
- And I know where you live. - Oh, now. See.
That wasn't a nice thing to say. That wasn't designed to make me feel good.
That's a kind of a not-too-subtle intimidation...
and l, uh... I get filled with anxiety when you talk about something like that.
- Come on. Come on. - I mean, that's... - I was just kidding, all right. The thought never crossed my mind.
You did think of it, Martin. You thought of it and then you said it.
And now I'm left with, uh... with the aftermath of that...
thinking I gotta... I gotta be creative in a really interesting way now or Martin's gonna blow my brains out.
You're holding me hostage here. That's not right.
I just wanna work, okay? There are some issues that I need to work on in my life.
I've read your books. Your best sellers, on the top 20.
- They were both ghost written, Martin. - What? The Annihilation of Death?
- Yeah. - Kill Who? A Warrior's Dilemma.
I read it. The New York Times top 20.
- Well, l... I don't know what to say. - Well, what do you say to other patients, you know?
- I don't know. How does it work? Ask me how I'm feeling. - How do you feel?
I'm feelin' uneasy, man. Um, I'm just dispassionate.
I'm bored. I'm... It's hard to stay in a good mood. I've had problems at work.
You know, concept/execution stuff. And I'm just ill at ease.
Well, look, Martin, I don't want to suggest anything that might be uncomfortable for you...
but you might consider... just consider the possibility that part of your problem...
part of the thing that's making you so miserable is the angst over killing a lot of people.
- Maybe... Just put it in the background there. - Come on.
I show up at your door, chances are you did something to bring me there.
Okay? I don't care about that stuff.
- You don't care about what stuff? - You know, morality.
- Hmm. - I don't want to talk about work...
because I don't think necessarily what a person does for a living reflects who he is.
So what do we do? We talk about dreams? Or what's next? What's next? What's the score here?
We'll talk about dreams. We can talk about dreams. It's your nickel.
Sure. Uh, I had another one about Debi.
- That girl you're obsessed with? - Don't you think "obsessed" is a strong word?
Uh, recurring dreams of loss and pain for ten years featuring the same person.
Yeah, maybe that's a bit excessive.
Um, I had one where I was, uh, that television mechanical rabbit. You know, with the-the-the...
- The battery bunny. - Yeah. I was the bunny. - That sounds like a very, very depressed dream.
- Really? - Yes. - Why?
Martin, it's a terrible dream! It's a depressing dream to dream about that rabbit.
It's got no brain. It's got no blood. It's got no anima.
It just keeps banging on those meaningless cymbals endlessly...
and going and going and going.
- Time is up. - Time's up already? You really wanna do half a session?
Could we just pretend like we have a normal doctor/patient relationship?
I'll ask you a piece of advice and you give me an answer?
You know... advice. Should I go to the reunion?
Yes, yes. Get out of town.
- Thank you. - Go see some old friends. Have some punch. Visit with what's-her-name.
- Debi. - Debi.
- Don't kill anybody for a few days. See what it feels like. - All right, I'll give it a shot.
No, no. Don't give it a shot. Don't shoot anything.
"Services for Detroit contract terminated.
Contract being serviced by alternate vendor for original quote".
What fucking alternate vendor?
No, no, no.
Preparations have begun in good faith.
Fuckin' Martin Blank.
Snaked the Detroit job from under me.
- Agent Farrell. - Yes. Extension 1715, please.
- Yeah? - Lardner? - Yeah. - I've got your pigeon for ya.
Arriving Detroit airport today. He's supposed to hit a star federal witness.
Now, my advice is you wait till he gets the witness and then you guys do him.
When I'm a-walking I strut my stuff Then I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on
Like I blister in the sun
Let me go on
Big hands I know you're the one
Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you Oh...
-You've never met Martin Blank. -You know, Grocer pointed him out to me.
I'm tellin' you that you never met Martin Blank, okay?
No. Seventeen months ago, I was postin' a walk in Lisbon and he was there.
He hasn't been in Lisbon since 1990.
You know how I know that? I read the file.
- Read the file. - You know, as a matter of fact, I actually talked to him in Bonn.
You always... You always have to know everybody. I tell you what.
- Why don't I take the weekend off and you kill him, since you two are so close? - All right. I'll do that.
The battle is getting harder
In this racial armageddon time
Hi. I'm Debi Newberry. This is WGPM-FM, Grosse Pointe.
Window on the Pointes.
You heard from Massive Attack, Public Enemy.
Morphine. It's my personal favorite.
And Duane Eddy's twangy guitar.
Good to hear Toots & The Maytals, huh?
And as you know, this weekend is Pointes High Class of '86 reunion.
So in honor of this momentous event, I'm making this an all-'80s, all-vinyl weekend.
Stay tuned to Window on the Pointes and I'll keep you posted on all this reunion-related nonsense.
Hey, I know everybody's comin' back to take stock of their lives. You know what I say?
Leave your livestock alone.
Kick back and relax and ponder this:
Where are all the good men dead?
In the heart or in the head?
So here's another cold cup of coffee from The Clash.
Oh, sing, Michael Sing
On the route of the 19 bus
Welcome back, Pointers.
We hear them sayin'
How you get a-rude and a-reckless
Don't ya be so crude and a-feckless
You been drinkin' brew for breakfast
Rudie can't fail Okay
I went to the market to realize my soul
- What I need I just don't have - Oh, no
First, they curse Then they press me till I hurt
They say Rudie can't fail
Mrs. K. Miss Kinetta. It's Martin.
Martin. My God.
- It's you. - Hey.
Oh, God. You've been Detroit's most famous disappearing act since white flight.
You look exactly the same, Mrs. K. Well, l... You look great is what I mean.
- You look great. - Oh, thank you. Thank you very much, Martin.
You have always been very good at saying that and not sounding like a kiss-ass.
So, what happened?
I mean, we... we thought Princeton, Harvard.
You fooled us all in the teacher's pool and went nowhere.
I guess you could say I went west, you know, the way of Horatio Alger and Davy Crockett.
- The Donner party... - Thank you. Thank you. That's a, a barrage of imagery.
Are you still, uh, you know, inflicting all that horrible Ethan Frome damage? Is that off the curriculum?
- It's off the curriculum now. - Oh, that was a horrible book. - That's a very nice tie you have on.
- Oh, thanks. - You look like a mortician. I mean...
- You like it? - Yeah. Thanks. So, I gotta... - You still got that whole Mary Tyler Moore thing.
- Yeah. Thank you. Thank you. That's enough. Uh-huh. - Right. Good to see you again.
- Yeah. Good to see you. Where... Where are you off to? - I'm, uh... I'm goin' home.
- Are you? Gosh. Well... - All right. Well...
They're playing my song. Take care, Martin.
- It was nice to see you again. - Okay.
- Mrs. K. - When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say Live and let live
You know you did, You know you did You know you did
But if this ever-changing world in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
- Here's your receipt. - Thanks. - Have a nice day. - You too.
What are you doing here?
I'm doin' a double shift. What's it look like?
- How long have you worked here? - A couple months.
- Yeah? Is the manager here? Do you have a supervisor? - No. They...
- How long have they worked here? - I'm not tellin' you.
- Yeah? Where do you live? - I'm not tellin' you that, either.
Where's your manager live? Who... I used to...
- What are you doing here? What are... - I work here.
- What are you doing here? - I work here.
- And how long have you worked here? - Only a couple months.
All right, all right. What's done is done. Just forget about the whole thing.
- You all right, man? - Sure.
Sure.
Hello, this is Dr. Oatman. If you'd like to leave a message I will get back to you shortly.
Dr. Oatman, please pick up. Pick up. It's Martin Blank.
I'm, I'm standing where my, uh, living room was...
and it's not here because my house is gone and it's an Ultimart.
You can never go home again, Oatman, but I guess you can shop there.
Pick up! I know you're there, Oatman!
You got any ideas how you want to wax this guy?
Can't you just say "kill"? You always got to romanticize it. Go. Go, go, go.
Marcella... Never mind that.
Find out where my mother is. I want my mom.
- Pardon me. Do you know where I might find Mary Blank? - She's over there.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
There he is. Martin.
Mom.
Why don't you have a seat over here.
It's not very nice, but sit down. Sit down.
They're fun.
Why are you wearing black?
It's so like a gangster.
So, I spoke to your father the other day.
- I imagine that'd be rather difficult. - No, no. It wasn't. It wasn't.
- No? - No.
They told me you have been taking lithium.
Yes. Oh, those blabbermouths.
- We've had some laughs, haven't we, Martin? - Mm-hmm.
It's good to see you again.
Mom, what happened to the house and alI the money I sent?
They stole. I don't do money.
You know, time allows miracles. Time.
And you need time. That's all.
Sir? Excuse me. It's time for her medication.
- Oh, nurse Scott. My best friend. - We met.
- Okay. - Okay. Here we go.
Oh, God. I do so much here.
You gonna be okay, honey. Okay?
Okay. Oh. Martin?
What's happening? Uh...
- Mom? - Yes, dear?
Oh, you are a handsome devil. What's your name?
- Martin. - Martin. Right.
So, the Colonel's lady, like Judy O'Grady...
are twins under the skin.
Silly. Bye, Martin.
I say there's somebody
Who'lI find a way outta here
Here's hopin' somebody
Can find a way outta here
Martin's back.
Hey, I'm Debi Newberry and stand by your phones...
because any time now I'll be giving away tickets to see Palace this Saturday night in concert at Cobo Hall.
You can call in for tickets or just show up at Cobo Hall and say my name. No, I'm just kidding.
Hi.
Uh... And here's The Specials...
doing one of their songs.
- It's Martin. - I know who you are.
You're not dead.
- Hi. - Hi. Shake my hand.
How are ya?
Wow.
It is you
Oh, yeah-yea-yea
It is you Oh, yeah-yea-yea
How are... How are you? It's good to see you. You look great.
How long has it been, ten years? How long has it been?
Since you stood me up on prom night and vanished without a word?
Yeah. Ten years, I think.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
- You tell me about yourself. - I'm in California.
- Travel a lot around on business. - That's it?
- Yeah. - That's ten years?
- Yeah. - I would hope for a great abduction story or something.
Well, I've had a few thrilling moments here and there, but, you know, it just flew by.
So what's your business?
Professional killer.
- Do you get dental with that? - No.
I gotta go. So, you're working. It's a great... I mean, it's a great show.
I've been listening. I mean, since I got back into town. But I'll come back.
- What are the odds? - Very funny. I'll... See you.
Pressure, pressure pressure
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I say pressure, pressure pressure, pressure
Pressure's gonna drop on you
Someone has come to me out of the past...
reviving a feeling long since forgotten.
I know I should be mad, and I am.
- What's he doin'? - I have no clue.
He says cryptic things and is gone abruptly again.
Oh, boy. What... What is this I'm feeling here?
What... Is this pain? Is this panic? Is it pleasure?
- Am I hungry? Who's hungry? - 79.5.
Okay, first five callers will receive a sentimental breakfast from Cuppa Joe's...
courtesy of the long-lost love of my life.
The man who vanished.
The man who is walking right back into the station...
and into my booth.
Sit.
Okay, let's take a random day. Uh, spring of '86.
Two young lovers with frightening natural chemistry.
A girl sits...
in a $700 prom dress...
on the front steps of her house waiting for the most romantic night of her young life.
The boy never shows up.
Not until now.
- So, what's the question? - Where have I been?
- More like "What happened, Mr. Blank?" - I don't know.
I mean, I could... I could venture a guess, but I think it would sound like a rationalization.
You know, some sort of a cop-out. I thought coming home, seeing some friends...
and I thought maybe, you know, seeing you, of course, would be the most important part of that equation.
That didn't... That didn't come out right. Uh, there's... This is not my idea.
This whole... This whole thing is my therapist's idea, really.
Is this bothering you?
Okay. So, you're back...
a decade late, and you're on some sort of therapeutic assignment...
and you wanna sort things out with me.
So the question now becomes: Do I allow you access to me, or do I call security?
- I don't think that'd be a good idea. - Grosse Pointe, I need your help. 555-WGPM.
Do you think maybe we could go get a cup of coffee and I could try to explain and apologize?
Come on, Marty. This segues so nicely into my '80s weekend.
Should a once brokenhearted girl give a guy a second chance?
Let's go to the phones.
- You're on the air. - Hi, Debi. It's Gail.
- Oh, hi, Gail. - You know, I wouldn't take him back yet.
I'd make him jump through some hoops for a while, walk over hot coals.
- Make him beg for it. - Harsh. That's very harsh, Gail.
Maybe we could discuss this in a more discrete setting?
Make like a beggar. You know. Come on...
- Next caller. You're on the air. - Debi, man, it's Nathaniel.
I don't hear any real remorse, dude. I mean, like, I don't think I'd let this guy back in your life.
And, dude, I'd make him wear that prom dress.
Does anybody else have a question for Marty? I do, but he's a shifty one.
- Put that down. - I have a question for Marty. - Uh-uh.
- I've a question for Martin. - Next caller. You're on the air.
Yeah, Debi. Hi. Longtime listener, first-time caller.
I love the show. Uh, so, Martin, what? No yellow ribbons?
Didn't anybody miss you? Don't you think you should tell her why you're really in town, tough guy?
Huh? You know what we love? We love tough guys like you.
Thanks. That was our own Michigan Militia with their latest chart-topper.
Come on, people. Do I give this guy the time of day?
Marty, do you have any deeply personal responses...
you want to share with our listeners?
No? Okay. He's shaking his head "no". In radio, that usually signals the end of the interview.
Grosse Pointe, Michigan, I hear you loud and clear.
If you love something, set it free.
If it comes back to you, it's, well...
broken.
Damn it! Never trust my instincts.
Marty!
Paul. Don't leave me hangin', baby.
- Hey, man. - How the hell you doin'?
- Walk with me, man. - Sure. - I got my car parked around the corner.
- Okay. - Yeah. Goddamn. I was worried you joined a cult or something, man.
I half expected you to come back into town in a fennel wreath and paper pants.
- No money in it. - Says you.
- Look at you. You've gone respectable. - Well, you know, I stopped pouting on the sidelines.
I got in the game. You know, joined the working week.
So why don't you valet park your high horse, slick, and take it easy on your old buddy Paul?
- Fair enough. Fair enough. It was a cheap shot. - Yeah, it was.
- Man! L-Let's catch up, huh? - Yeah! Let's catch up.
- I got a real estate deal. I'm takin' 'em through a final walk-through, you know. - Okay.
- This your Beemer? - Yeah. - In Detroit? That's sacrilege.
- Well, you know, guess who I got it from? - I have no idea.
- Bob Destepello. - Bob Destepello sold you a car?
- Yeah, he did. - Didn't he, uh, break your collarbone and steal, uh, your woman?
- Yeah. - So you're in real estate, huh?
Yeah. I got a couple newlyweds with a decision-making disorder.
I'll just hold their hands and reinforce their clarity.
- Isn't there some sort of Frank Lloyd Wright connection with this? - You know what? There is indeed.
- For the life of me, I can't believe I forgot. - Blank!
Hey, Blank. Hey, I was drivin' by, saw you on the lawn.
I thought there was gonna be a problem at first, you know, before I recognized you.
- Terry Rostand. How you doin'? P.H.S. - Terry Rostand. Oh, yeah, from... You were always the guy who was...
- Yeah. - Yeah, I remember you. - Yeah, '86. - Yeah, cool.
How you doin', man? You look good. You've become a cop. Nice badge.
Oh, no, no. I'm not a peace officer. No, no, no. This badge isn't a meaningful symbol or anything.
It's just a badge of my company, you know. We don't... We don't enforce the law.
- We just execute company policy for homeowners. - Oh, I get it. Cool.
- Well, you mind talkin' a little shop? - Sure.
When are you authorized to use deadly force?
Well, you know, of course... you know, taxes provide your basic service, police and whatnot.
But our customers need a little bit more than that, you know.
So if we find you on the property, you know, we do what we have to do.
So, if I just look suspicious on your customer's property under those, you know, "heightened" circumstances...
- you have the authority to shoot me? - Correct.
Wow, all right. All right. How'd you get the gig?
Oh, you know, they were hiring. It was only a two-week course.
- Yeah, that's good. Well, that made it easy. You look good. - Yeah. Thanks.
It's a beauty. What more can I say? You know, you'll be raising your family in a work of art.
- A work of art in a work of art. - Oh, yeah.
- Well, I... - I've always felt very temporary about myself.
And looking at the two of you and this house...
when my time comes... if it ever does... I want a house like this; I want a wife like you.
- Uh-huh. - And you'll be safe here.
- We really gotta go. - Okay, so, uh, gimme a call, you guys.
- Gimme a call. You're not gonna go through another broker, are you? - Oh, definitely not.
- Okay. - Cute couple. I don't think they're real buyers, though.
- I don't know if you're qualified to make that statement, Terry. - No, I'm just saying they look like...
From 11:00 to 3:00 I show the house, Terry.
- Well, they don't look like people who'd use the... you know, live in this neighborhood... - Did you get a call, Terry?
Oh, no. l, um... I was just driving by and, um, you know, I saw some people milling around the, the lawn here.
- No, there was just me. It was just one guy. I was right there. - Oh. Okay.
- Terry. - Well, that's what I thought. I just came by. - Look, l-I show people houses here...
and I'd appreciate it if you don't show up, okay? - Well, I know you do.
- But you think... You're coming around here in the neighborhood unannounced, you know. - Listen. Did you get a call, Terry?
- No, but sometimes... - Did you get a call? - You don't know the alarm codes. - Did you get a call, Terry?
- No. They go off and this... How am I supposed to know? - Okay, this is the part where you go. You're gonna have to go.
- Listen. Thing is, you know, I'm more a part of this neighborhood than you are. - Okay. We'll see you later, Terry.
Besides that, you know, a lot of times you don't know the alarm codes when you're checking the house and, uh, the alarm goes off.
- Wow! - Yeah. Yeah, for sure.
- You know, what can you do? I'm sorry about the "temporary" thing. I was just... - No, don't even worry about it.
I don't... I don't even care. Listen, I don't usually pimp my friends...
but I got an excellent piece of property I think you might wanna look at.
- I got a few minutes. - Listen, I gotta get something off my chest.
- Have you been home to see the old house? - Yeah.
- Torn down in the name of convenience. - Yeah, I brokered the deal.
- I tried to get... I tried to get a family in there, but Ultimart made the best offer. - Wow. Wow.
- Well, thank you for profiting on my childhood. - Stop your fooling around
Time to straighten right out
Take a look at this, uh, new listing.
- Debi's house. - Yeah. Kinda crept up on you, didn't it?
No, you drove us here.
Yep.
So, uh... So, how's the family, man?
- Oh, you didn't know? Of course you don't know. You don't know anything. - No, I mean I didn't...
- Parents are divorced. - They got divorced?
Yeah, my dad's... He's shacking up with his woman. She's like 20 years younger than him.
She's like a biscuit older than me. It's ugly. My mom's making ceramic night-lights.
- Takes, like, the plain shells and, you know, paints 'em. - How's your sister? Did she ever... Did she ever marry that guy Kenny?
- Kenny? - Yeah. Did that ever work out?
Come on, man. He did three years at Joliet.
They put one of those bracelets on him, like a LoJack, you know. They know where he is at all times.
- I think he's at Pizza Hut right now. - So let's not go there. - No.
Yeah, yeah. So, you look good. You seem good.
Thank you. You may have, uh...
Ten years, man! Ten!
Where have you been for ten years?
I freaked out...
joined the army, went into business for myself.
I'm a professional killer.
Oh, does that... Do you have to do postgraduate work for that, or can you... or can you jump right in?
- I'm curious about that. - No, it's an open market.
- Open market. That's good. Wow. - Yeah.
Ten years, man!
Ten year... Ten years!
Ten years! Ten!
Ten years! Ten years.
I freaked out! I joined the army!
I worked for the government! I went into business with myself!
I'm a professional killer. That's what I did!
- Okay. Well, can I join up? - Yes!
Come on.
- Well, how's your mom, man? Is she still... Is she a little loopy? - She's... She is uncorked, man.
All right, I'll see you at the l-peaked-and-I'm-kidding-myself party.
- Pacific Trident Global. - I need some data.
Hey, there. How'd the assignment go?
- I'll do it tomorrow. - What's it look like?
Looks fine. Looks like it always does. Nothing remarkable about it. Nothing remarkable at all.
You're taking your time? Just being professional?
Something like that. Look, I got a job to do. I'm gonna do it, right?
Um... Oh, the reason I called. Could you find out who else is in town and why?
I've made two spooks and a ghoul so far.
So, if they double booked the job, and/or they're gonna kill me, you know, I'd like to know about it.
- That'd be great if you could find that out. - Okay, got it.
- Bye, bye. - Amelia? Wait. Hold on a second. Pacific Trident Global.
Janice?
Yeah, no, where the fuck is it? I ordered it three days ago.
No, that doesn't work. That's... That's not right. Let me go over it again, all right?
Let's see, 3,000 rounds of nine millimeter subsonic. You had that.
I gave that to you on the fuckin' list!
Well, I don't give a goddamn where it is! You get it here now!
Amelia? I'm sorry.
Yeah, no. No, I'm... It's not gonna be a boring soup. It's just... That's just the base. You put the chicken in.
You've gotta add other flavors. Carrots and celery are just a base of the soup!
What the fuck, man?
- Cool. - What'd you do that for?
It's not me. You all right?
- No, I'm not all right! - Take it easy.
I'm hurt. I'm pissed. I gotta find a new job.
- WGPM-FM. - Debra, it's Martin.
- Hi, Martin. - Listen, that thing didn't go as I planned.
Uh, seeing you, it didn't really go as I planned. l...
- Oh, it was just as I planned. - Well, I'm wondering how you are.
And I would like to catch up with you if that's possible. I don't know if it's possible.
- Well, okay, let's catch up. - Well, I thought maybe we could go someplace and talk...
- Well, I talk all day. - Well, then just listen. Maybe, uh...
- Maybe we could go to, you know, the Hippo Club, say, in 30 minutes? - Yeah, okay.
By the way, is this, uh, live, or, you know, are we being broadcast again?
Not right now, but I tend to record everything, 'cause you never know.
- Right, right, right. That's a good point. I'll see you there and... - Okay.
And I'd like to explain some things to you and have a good...
Martin Blank.
- You seem very nervous. - No, no, I'm not. It's just...
Why do you keep looking over your shoulder?
No, I just don't like having my back... You know, it's a habit. But let's not talk about that.
- I come here, I wanna talk to you. - Okay.
- Put the spotlight on you. - Sure.
You got married. That's hard to imagine. It's just un... It's unbelievable.
No, it's, it's pretty normal, Martin. It happens all the time.
- It's not like you went away for the weekend. - Can I ask you a question?
I mean, if it's too personal, you don't have to answer. But what happened?
I think... I think I married him to get away.
- Didn't like where I ended up. - What was the guy like?
- Well, he... - It doesn't matter. Forget about that question.
But, I... Same thing happened to me, you know, when I joined the army; it's a marriage of sorts.
Oh, on prom night. That's psychotic.
How could you possibly join the army?
I just... It's something I felt like I had to do. It's hard to explain. I mean, I know it doesn't make sense.
No, it doesn't make any sense. Do you know how much time I spent on, on this masochistic cycle...
just trying to figure out what I'd done to drive you away? - Nothing.
Yeah, well, you tell me that now. It's a little late.
And I thought you'd been murdered or brainwashed or... At least, I'd hoped that's what had happened.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.
So, you know. Come on, spill. What have you been doing the last ten years?
- Well, you must've had worthwhile experiences you wanna tell me about. - Bad experiences.
- You met people? - Bad people.
- You're pathetic. You know what you need? - What?
- Shockabuku. - You wanna tell me what that means?
It's a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Ooh, that'd be good. I think.
So, listen, I was thinking I could pick you up for the reunion around 7:00? We go...
Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You are asking me to go as your date to the reunion?
- Yes. - It's unbelievable.
Well, you know, what the hell.
- You know, I'm not even planning on going. - Really?
Really. I'm... I was just gonna be mean about them on the radio.
- You know. - Yeah, yeah. - Besides, Marty, it's... it's just gonna be depressing.
Maybe. But listen, if you wanna go, I can't think of any reason why we wouldn't go together.
- I can. - I think if you can open up, forget, forgive a little.
- And I think it'd be good for you, and I'll be on time. - Showing up would be a big step.
- Well, I'll think about it. - Really?
- Yeah. - Oh, my God! It's Marvin and Debi.
It's me, Amy.
- Amy! - Yes! You're still together?
Oh, God, you were the coolest couple!
- Whoa, whoa. - Still are. Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Here, you want my drink? - That's okay. No, no, God. - No, no, don't worry about a thing.
Debi, I love your show. It's so timeless.
- Yeah, it does run a little long sometimes. - Marvy, are you here for the reunion?
- Sure. - Where you been these last ten years?
- Yeah, Marv, where ya been? - You look great.
Thanks. I work at Kentucky Fried Chicken.
- You do not. - I do. I sell biscuits and gravy all over the southland.
- No. - Mm-hmm. - You're so funny. He's a funny guy.
- You know, Tim, my husband... - Listen, why don't I get you two another drink and you guys can just catch up.
- Oh, could I have a Stoli with three olives and an onion? - Yeah.
- Oh, I'll have what she's having. - Sure.
Oh, hi.
That girl down there, she doesn't trust me anymore.
I don't know why. I'm trying to earn back her trust.
I'm gonna go downstairs, finish my drink, walk her to the car, and I'll be back at the hotel in about a half-hour.
I'll see you there?
- That's him! - Yeah, we know. Thank you. We've been following him around.
Well, what's the problem here? You guys on an hourly rate?
If we observe the subject in an illegal act...
only then can we intervene and terminate.
- Yeah. - Why don't you just go and shoot the fucker, huh?
Because we're not assassins, Mr. Grocer. We work for the American government.
Hey, he's coming back.
Ah, fuck you, guys!
Hey, I don't appreciate being hosed.
- You're exactly the same. - So are you. - I am?
- Mm-hmm. - How so? - Just like I remembered you.
Oh, yeah? Troubled?
- I'm troubled? Yeah. Well, I got... I got a few problems. Don't you? - Sure.
- Yeah? What'd you do about it? - Well, I tried everything, you know.
I went to the nutritionist, the herbalist, the psychiatrist.
Really? That's quite a list. Any of it work?
Can't tell yet, but you gotta try. You know what I'm saying? It's your duty.
Ah, yeah, patriot. Sure, sure. So, tell me more about your problems.
And I'll tell you about mine. And then we'll solve them tonight.
Not so fast. You're still in the penalty box.
Oh, right, right, right.
Well, thanks for coming to see me.
Hmm. So, is there a Mrs. Mysterio?
- No, but I have a very nice cat. - Not the same.
Well, you don't know my cat. It's very demanding.
- It? You don't know if it's a boy or a girl? - I respect its privacy.
- You happy? - Kind of.
- Really? - Sort of.
- We'll talk soon? - Okay.
It's a nice ride. Nobody buys American anymore, huh?
- Hello? - Marcella, what do you got? - Hey, that town is hot!
I got the stink from an assistant over at Rothchild's. We prepped together.
- I downloaded everything, so just call it up. - I'm on-line.
We've got Steven Lardner, a.k.a. Steve.
And Kenneth McCullers. No pseudonym.
Steve was a redshirt tailback from Ohio State.
McCullers, All-American wrestler from Northwestern. M.B.A. from the same.
- What are they doing here? - Well, they're domestic covert operatives for the N.S.A...
up there as part of a new "Get Tough on Terror" campaign.
They're looking for an Oswald; a patsy to take the fall.
- Grocer fed them you. - Grocer set me up. - Surprised? - No.
Well, they were supposed to catch you in the act, but I guess they weren't quick enough, right?
- Who's the ghoul? - Whoa.
This guy is a badass. Felix LaPoubelle.
An accomplished amateur with the Basque Nationalists.
Few odds jobs with the Algerian Separatists.
Went pro with a stunning debut aboard an elite Caribbean cruise liner.
Oh, that's where I know him from. He's an asshole.
Did loan-outs for Likkenbakken. Enjoys, uh, Native American art...
- ballroom dancing, pornography... - Yeah, yeah, yeah. What is he here for?
It's part of that Oregon snafu with that dog, Budro.
So, you're gonna get out of there, right? I mean, that's not right, right? You gotta get out of there, right?
- You're on a flight tonight, right? - It isn't done.
- This is not good. - I'll do it tomorrow. It's fine.
- Sir, I'm beginning to worry about your safety. - Look, I have to go.
Yeah, we all have to go sometime, sir, but we can choose when.
No one chooses when.
Ya can't come in.
Well, I was in the neighborhood, so I just stopped by.
Wanted to say hi. Can I come in?
Ya can come in, but only for a second.
Unbelievable.
It's exactly the same.
It's a shrine. It's only temporary.
My apartment burned down on Devil's Night.
Really? So you never gave me an answer.
- I said we'd talk later. - Well, this is later.
See, I figure if we go together we have a much better chance of gettin' out of there alive.
You know, we can partner up, watch for traps, you know. Go tandem.
I think it'd be a lot safer than if we lone-wolfed it.