- I have to say I'm curious as to what ten years has done to you. - You too.
Is, uh... Is that the same bed?
- Uh-huh. - The magic bed.
The magic carpet. Wow. Hmm.
I'll tell you what. I'll give you an answer if you give me an "airplane".
- Okay. - Cool!
- Ready? - Okay.
- Keep your feet low there. - I remember. - Oh, it's been ten years.
- Oh! - Fly! Be free. - I'm flying! - Be free.
- Emancipation! - Are you free?
- Of course. Okay. - What if your Dad comes in?
You can give him one too. Okay.
You can pick me up at 7:00.
Put me down. You can pick me up.
Okay, you can go now.
You want me to leave right now? You don't wanna, you know, maybe watch CNN, Crossfire, something romantic?
- No, "airplane" was quite enough. - Okay. I'll go. That's fine. I'll go.
But this, this night... tomorrow night... the reunion...
is gonna be an im... important step...
in our, you know, burgeoning relationship.
You're a fucking psycho.
Don't rush to judgment on something like that until all the facts are in.
- I'll just let myself out. - Go.
And, um, you can, you know, lock the door behind me because, you know, there's a lot of undesirables around.
I'll call you or... I'll... I'll go.
Oh, shit, there he is.
Man, why don't we just do his job so we can do our job and get the fuck out of here?
What do you mean, "do his job"? What am I, a cold-blooded killer? I'm not a cold-blooded killer.
- Now, wait a minute. - No, you wait a minute.
You wanna kill the good guy, but not be the bad guy. Doesn't work like that.
You gotta wait until the bad guy kills the good guy.
Then when you kill the bad guy, you're the good guy.
So... just to clarify... if we do his job, we're the bad guys.
- And if we do our job, we're the good guys. - Yes.
That's great.
Hey, hey.
Hi, Mr. Grocer.
Oh, he's brown-bagging it today.
Oh, my God.
Easy there, chief.
I don't see hollow point wound care on the menu.
Up, up, up.
What are you in Detroit for? The Red Wings need a new goon?
Hi, my name is Melanie. Let me tell you about some of our specials.
Today, there's the Alfalfa On My Mind. That's our featured omelette.
Or there's Gatsby's West Egg omelette.
And if you're in the mood for something different, there's the I Left My Heart In San Francheezy.
- What'll you have? - Two poached eggs. Scrape off the milky white stuff.
Hash browns, well done. English muffin for the bread and a coffee.
Whole-grain pancakes and an egg-white omelette, please.
- What would you like in your omelette? - Nothing in the omelette. Nothing at all.
- Well, that's not technically an omelette. - Well, I don't want to get into a semantic argument over it.
I just want the protein, all right?
Come on there, ice man, live a little. Let Chef Raoul put in a little cilantro for your liver.
- I don't want that. - A little onions for the blood.
- What are those? - Nutrients.
Here's the new stuff, kid. Durazac-15.
Makes Prozac feel like a decaf latte.
- You want a couple? I got jars. - I don't do that stuff anymore.
No wonder you got the shakes. And don't say "do it".
Because I don't "do it". I ingest it on orders from my neurophysiologist.
It's legal. In five years, we'll be puttin' it in the water for the citizens like fluoride.
That's fascinating. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about? Because I was gonna have breakfast.
I heard about that little blowup at the Ultimart. It was a wicked, rippin' shame.
- One of yours? One of your fraternal brothers? - No!
Hey, listen, I wanna work with you.
That was some indie frog. Some Basque whacker from the Pyrenees.
You sure Oregon doesn't ring a bell?
Pacific Northwest, a couple of months ago?
Something about you doin' some wonder dog named Cujo?
- Ohh. Budro. Yes, Budro. Jesus Christ. - He knows the dog.
- Yeah, I was out there trying to whack these three junk bond fuckos... - Yeah?
and these idiots were flushing game with sticks of dynamite.
And the dog that they borrowed, little Budro, was a retriever. Get it?
Budro was never a target. Budro was acting on instinct. I would never hurt an animal. And I'm offended at the acc...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Chatty Kathy. Clip your string. l don't need to know.
But just for the record, here's what I heard. The marks borrowed your client's prized hunting pup.
So bad luck for Budro and bad luck for Blank.
Poodle pumper. Hound hitter. Pooch puncher.
Let's not talk about Budro, huh?
What about those two guys in the Caprice Classic outside?
- The word is you turned two governments on me, you turncoat. - Me?
- You. - Go "G"? - Yes. - On you?
- Yes. - Never.
Listen, why don't we get our relationship straight for a minute, all right?
I didn't get into this business to have any relationships!
And I don't wanna join your goddamned union, all right?
Loner. Lone gunman. Get it? That's the whole point.
I like the lifestyle, the image. Look at the way I dress.
Why don't you become a cop or something? You can have coffee in the morning with friends.
Look, this is a one-on-one business. The minute you start relationships, bad things start happening.
If it'll make you feel any better, l think this is my last job.
- Oh, I believe that. - So what do you say... What do you say we put away our guns...
and forget the whole goddamn thing and have some breakfast, all right?
No scabs. From now on, all arrangements, all contracts, all engagements are regulated. You got it?
- Ooh, meet the new boss. - Yes. - No deal.
Okay. But we're not gonna let you do your little job here.
- No? - No, because we're gonna do it for you.
- Is that right? - And after we do your job, we're gonna do another little job.
- Tell me about it. - Like, I'm gonna put a bullet hole in your fuckin' forehead...
- and I'm gonna fuck the brain hole! - Nice talk, sugar mouth.
- Hi. - You had the nada omelet?
Hey!
- Pacific Trident Global. - Marcella, Oatman's not returning my calls.
I need you to find him right now.
Try his office, try the car, try his club, but I need you to find him.
- I'm already late for the reunion. Okay? - Okay, okay.
- Patch him through on the land line. This thing's running low on batteries. - All right.
Hi. How are you? Yeah. I, uh, I'm a pet psychiatrist. Yeah. Yeah.
I sell couch insurance. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
And I, and I, and I, and I test-market positive thinking.
And I lead a weekend men's group. We specialize in ritual killings. Mm-hmm.
Yeah, you look... you look great! God, yeah. Yeah.
Hi. Hi. How are you? Yeah. How are you? How are you? Yeah, hi.
Hi, I'm Martin Blank. You remember me?
I'm not married, l don't have any kids...
and I'd blow your head off if someone paid me enough.
Oatman, listen, don't hang up. All right, I didn't kill anyone.
Uh, except some guy tried to kill me, so if I see that guy again I'm definitely gonna kill him.
But I'm not gonna kill anyone else, you know, except maybe the guy I was sent here to kill. I don't know.
But anyway, I saw Debi. I'm on my way to the reunion with Debi.
- But I'm just feeling a little anxious, so I wanna do a phoner. - Okay. Repeat after me.
I am at home with the "me". I am rooted in the "me" who is on this adventure.
- I am at home with the "me". I am rooted in the "me" who is on this adventure. - Good.
Now take a deep breath and realize that this is "me" breathing.
Uh, I'm sorr... I'm sorry. I'm confused here. I don... I don't understand.
Do you want me to say it, or do you want me to realize it?
- What? - That I'm breathing. - Say it.
- This is "me" breathing. - Good. Now go do that for about 20 minutes.
- All right. I gotta go. - Okay. Keep it up. Don't kill anybody.
Right.
This is "me" breathing.
Yeah.
You're a handsome devil. What's your name?
This is not happening again.
Flowers.
- That's funny. - As long as I get the laugh.
- Debi, you look beautiful. - Yeah?
- Mm-hmm. - Thanks. Okay.
Hold on.
- So, my dad's down the hall. He's dying to say "hi" to you. - Okay. Sure.
- I'll go put these in some rubbing alcohol. - Great.
Mr. Newberry, it's, uh, Martin Blank.
- Good evening. - Oh.
- How are you? - Good evening, Mr. Blank.
- Sir. - You've beaten the millennia. l lose my bet.
Yeah, well, it was completely unavoidable, sir, so...
Just wanted to say hello and, you know, ask you how you are...
- Martin. - how's business, tricks.
I don't know where you've been since you abandoned my daughter 10 years ago, and I don't care.
It's good that you left. I'm glad that you did.
You've grown up a bit. Did I have you figured wrong?
I don't know. l mean, I hope so.
I visualized you in a haze, as one of those slackster, flannel-wearing...
coffee house misanthropes I've been seeing in Newsweek.
No, no, no. I went the other road. Uh, six figures.
Doing business with lead pipe cruelty. Mercenary sensibility, you know.
Sports, sex, no real relationships with anybody. How about you? How have the years been treating you?
Well, you know me, Martin. The same old sellout. Exploiting the oppressed.
- Sure. - "Ah, what a piece of work is man. How noble..."
Ah, fuck it. Let's have a drink and forget the whole damn thing.
I'd love to, but, um, we're a little bit late. So I just wanted to say hello and, you know, wish you the best.
- What have you been doing with your life? - Uh, professional killer.
Oh. Good for you. It's a growth industry.
Okay. Good seeing you again.
Mmm.
We care a lot
- Neutralize. Did I say neutralize? - I'll give you 20 bucks for that.
Okay, he's definitely fallin' for her.
- Look at him. - Her hair looks really nice.
- Yeah, it does, doesn't it? - You know, this is not...
- No, no. He's using her. - No, listen, come on.
What a cruel bastard. I'm gonna enjoy killin' that son of a bitch.
Mmm. Mm-hmm. Me too.
- I should've worn a skirt. - I should've brought my gun.
- What? - Should be fun.
Oh, it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it
Welcome back, Pointers. It's Arlene Oslott-Joseph.
- Hi! - Hi. - Hi! - How are you?
- I'm good. - Martin.
- Blank. - Oh, Martin Blank. Yes.
Why, you haven't changed a bit.
- Don't say that! - Hi, Debi.
- Just love your show. - Oh, thanks. Well, you're our demographic.
- I thought... - You've gone and got married, Arlene.
Yes, I did. And three children.
- It's really neat. - Yeah.
I had the yearbook pictures put on so everybody knows who everybody was.
A special torture.
- Hi! It's Arlene Oslott-Joseph! - Oh, well!
Bye-bye now, kids. Hi. Oh, now, let's see.
- Who needs hard liquor? - Me. How are you holding up?
- A little shaky. - Okay, straight to the bar for us.
- Ah, I'm starting to remember some of these faces. - What can I get ya?
- Vodka rocks, double, two. - You bet.
- When do we actually have to start relating to anybody? - I would say, you know, any, any moment now.
- Ah. Ken Alderosh. - Hey!
- Hello, Martin. - Hi, Ken.
- Yeah, super. Hi, Debi. How are you? - Hi. - Hey, Ken. How are you?
- Isn't this great? - Yeah! What's happ... What's been happening?
Uh, Moss, Brice and Fromeyer. Yeah. I'm in divorce, mainly.
Some property, some personal injury, you know.
- Those all seem kinda related. - Hey!
- Hey, I'm gonna use that. I'll take that line. - Sure!
Hey, hey, let me give you a card here. Oh, wait a second.
Actually, I've got a special one here for top shelf clients.
- Don't forget to read the cap. - Sure. Thank you. Thanks a lot. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Great. Sure. Sure. - Martin Blank...
- Sorry. You slipped. Sorry. - Take it easy, man.
- Sorry. Sorry. - Whoa. Hey, Martin, what's happening, man?
- Hi. Hi. Yeah. Sure. - It's Nathaniel. Remember me? How's it goin', man?
- Hi, Debi. How you doing? Yeah. - Debi. - Still very Newberry, I see.
- Oldberry, I think. - How's it goin', man? - Good. Good.
- Hey, you gotta say hey to Eckhart, man. Come on. He's right over here. - Okay.
- Hey, thanks for the pen. - Yeah, sure.
- Do you remember Jimbo and Peanut? - Bye-bye, Debi. - Yeah, sure. Yeah.
- Hey! - Hey. - Hey, man.
- How's it goin'? - Good. - They're good, man.
They're big. They're real big. I'm supervisin' their training, man.
- They're goin' pro. Strictly Greco-Roman, man. All torso. - Cool!
I'm takin' 'em on the wrestling circuit, man. Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey, I got somethin' for you guys.
"I don't hear any real remorse here. I don't think you should get back together with this guy".
- Oh! A real man! You're a real man! - Oh, right! You're the guy! Right. - Yeah.
- That was cold, man. - Don't mean any offense by it. I was just speakin' from the heart.
- All right, well... - You know how it is. Hey, hey, what are you doin' later?
We're gonna go outside with Paul and blow a fat one, man. Get so charred and toasted.
- Just like in high school. - No, w-we gotta go, um... We gotta go see somebody over there.
- You're gonna see some... - But we'll come back and we'll get toasted.
- Yeah, man, come back around and have a drink. Later, man! - Okay, man. We'll see you guys.
- Hi. - How are you? - Great.
- What happened? - Oh, I was just telling him...
it was like I was sucked up into the cosmos...
- all the while surrounded by these yowling... - "Cosmos".
nebulous forms. - Pardon me?
And then I got to the threshold.
Mozart, music, flowers and poetry.
- You died. - And came back.
- See, that's the beautiful part. - How did you die?
Oh. I lost it on some ice and ended up in Lake St. Clair.
- Ah. - Yeah.
- Wanna go somewhere else? - Sure.
- Maybe we can dance later. - Okay. Good. Good.
Okay. Bye.
Hey, you know, I'm gonna go say hello to Amy over there.
- Okay. - Okay?
- Governor. How you holdin' up, baby? - Hey. I don't know. How are you?
- Can't believe you haven't cracked open like a piñata by now. - I'm close.
- You look good. You look Tony Robbins good, man. - Yeah. So do you, man.
- How is that possible? I wanna be a part of it, you know what I'm saying? - I know, I know. How could you...
- Listen, here... - Excuse me.
- Martin Blank. - Hi!
You look great. It's Jenny Slater.
- Jenny Slater, yeah! How are you? - How are you? - Good!
- Ten years has been really good for you. -Hey, Jenny Slater. Hey, Jenny Slater. - Good for you too. You look great.
- Thanks. - Hey, Jenny Slater. - You look really good.
Hey, Jenny Slater. Paul. Paul Spericki.
- Paul. - Yeah.
- Uh... - Had 11... Had 11 classes with you.
- Did the precious metals paper for you. - Oh.
Okay. Well, I was looking for some validation in my life, but apparently I came up short!
- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. - I thought that went quite well. - Yeah, it was good for you. Yeah. Yeah. - I thought that went quite well. This...
- How's the... How's the rest of the night been going? - Oh, it's been going great. You know, it's a festival of pain.
- The idea that-that they think that you can't evolve. Right? - Right, right, right.
- And I'm saying that l... - Excuse me.
- Hey, Jenny. - Yeah, yeah.
- Jenny. - Blank, Blank, Blank. - Yeah? Yeah?
I don't know. All these people are drivin' me crazy, talking like it was all great memories, you know.
- People in the National Honor Society? - Yeah?
Blue stars on their name tags, like it fuckin' matters now that they were in the honor club ten years ago?
- Right, right. - I don't wanna talk about the old days. What did we have together? Drafting?
- Archery. - Oh, yeah, archery. Couldn't stand that class.
You know, but I appreciate you helping me out, man. You know? Taught me to hit my targets.
- Sure. - Check this out. - That's the...
- I gotta go. I gotta go, man. - That's not right for this place.
Marty.
- Tracy. How you doin'? - Yeah. Good. How are you?
- I'm all right. - Sit, sit.
- So, how you been? - Great. I'm, I'm married.
- And... - Robbie.
- Wow. - Yeah. Yeah.
And how... how... how is it all? It's not like it was supposed to be, right?
- No, no, that's not true. - No?
- It's great. - Really? - I am so great.
People think that when you get married you lose your freedom.
- Not true? - No. It gets better and better.
So, how are you? How's your life?
- In progress. - Yeah?
- Wh... Will you hold Robbie for a sec? - No, I...
I'm gonna get his bottle. It's okay. Go ahead.
You won't break him.
You spend the first year just trying to keep these little guys alive.
- Yeah, I imagine they'd be, uh, very vulnerable to the elements. - Yeah.
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
- Hey. Last time I saw him he was in here. - I know. Look at him.
- Hey, what's your name? - Robbie.
- Hey, will it... will it disturb him if I hold him? - No, no. He'd love it.
- Such a good little munchkin. - Hey, bunny.
- Are you tired? Are you tired, little one? - Here, wait a minute.
- No. No food. - Let me get a picture. Let me get a picture.
Look. Look up.
- Hey! - How you doing?
- Nice to see... - Good. - Hey, Martin. - How you doing?
I saw you earlier, but I didn't get a chance to talk to you.
- Did you get a pen from Ken? - Yes, I did.
Great. You all look very nice today.
- Well, I'm having a good night. - Hey. Computer guy.
Right, Bob. How you doing? Dan Koretzky.
- I saw you over at your dad's dealership. - Congratulations. - Yeah, I sell BMWs.
- You guys remember Bob Destepello. - Oh, sure. - Sure. Sure.
- Debi Radio. - Bobby Beemer.
- Go out and do some blow? - What an incredibly sweet gesture.
- But I think I'll pass. - Hi, Bob.
It's me, Martin. From high school.
I'm drawing a complete blank.
- Hate to see it. - I hate that.
Bobby, get away from me.
Do you know I have recurring dreams about you? Did I tell you that?
Like, five nights a week for, like, six years. Did I tell you that?
You know, yesterday on the radio...
- When you publicly humiliated me? - Yeah, well, you know, no less than you deserve.
I think... I think I was overly harsh when I said that you were broken.
H... Really? How so?
- I don't think you're broken. - No?
I think you're mildly sprained.
- Nothing that can't be mended. - Wow.
Think... I think that's a compliment.
Yeah.
What was I gonna say?
That you're glad you came back and you're real happy to see me.
Yeah. I am. I definitely am.
Sorry if I fucked up your life.
It's not over yet.
- Do you have a wife in Arkansas? - No.
- Do you want to dance? - Sure.
Okay.
When people keep repeating
That you'll never fall in love
When everybody keeps retreating
But you can't seem to get enough
Let my love open the door
To your heart
- Oh. The nurse's office. - Health station.
I don't feel well, and neither do you.
You know, there's this big black cloud that's following you around...
that you're gonna have to come out from under before it even can...
That's just like you. A little rain follows me to town, and you just fall to pieces.
God, it's been so long, I've forgotten who gets tied up.
- Wait. - What? - No, stop.
Stop? What's wrong? Too fast?
- I'm sorry. - Too fast? - No, i... Yeah.
Something... Something is missing.
- Something... - What?
Oh, I know.
Welcome home.
I missed you.
Oh. Welcome back, Pointer. It's Arlene Oslott-Joseph.
- And who might you be? - It is I, Sidney Feldman.
Oh. Been overseas?
My. You have changed.
Save a dance for me, now.
I think the best thing for both of us would be to go away someplace quiet for a few weeks...
and work this whole thing out.
Fine.
- Where are you going? - Well, you know, there's a few people I should say good-bye to.
I'm gonna go cruise by my old locker, and then I'll meet you in front.
I'll find you.
- Hi, Bob. - Debi Newberry, huh?
- You gonna hit that shit again? - Fine, Bob. How are you?
Real smart. Come on.
Let's see how smart you are with my foot up your ass!
Do you really believe that there's some stored-up conflict...
that exists between us?
There is no "us". "We" don't exist.
So, who do you want to hit, man? It's not me.
Now, what do you want to do here, man?
- I don't know what that is. - These are my words.
It's a poem? See, that's the prob...
Express yourself, Bob. Go for it.
"When I feel quiet...
when I feel blue..."
You know, I think that is terrific, what you have right there.
Really. I liked it a lot. I wouldn't sell the... I wouldn't sell the dealership or anything...
but I'm telling you, it's intense.
- There's more. - Okay. W-W-Why don't you just skip to the end.
To the... the very end.
"For a while".
That's good, man.
- "For a while". - That's excellent.
- You wanna do some blow? - No, I don't.
- There you go. - I missed you.
Okay, I missed you too.
Okay.
Mirror in the bathroom please talk free
The door is locked Just you and me
Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables
You can watch yourself while you are eating
Mirror in the bathroom I just can't stop it
Every Saturday you see me window shopping
Find no interest in the rags and shelves
Just ten thousand reflections of my own sweet self, self, self, self
Mirror in the bathroom
You're my mirror in the bathroom
Mirror in the bathroom Recompense
For all my crimes are self-defense
Cures you whisper make no sense
Drift gently into mental illness
Mirror in the bathroom
It's not me.
It wasn't me.
- Oh! Oh, no! - Hey, what's going on? What's going on?
- What's going on? Where's our boy? Where's our boy? - No! No!
Hey. Is that... Is that his... that guy's blood?
Yeah. A thousand innocent people get killed every day.
Is this guy dead?
But a millionaire's pet gets detonated and you're marked for life.
- Help me out here. - Okay.
Pull that down.
- How'd he die? - He's a notorious terrorist.
There's a contract out on my life.
- He's dead? - He's dead. - This guy's dead? - Yeah.
Look, are his feet covered?
Here we go.
Come on. Grab his feet.
- All right, you ready? - Yeah.
Put him there. Put him there.
One...
two...
three.
- Get in there. - Get that fuckin' thing in there.
Motherfuck!
Thanks. Nobody's gonna come looking for this guy. Come on. Come on.
Every story has to be about something, I suppose
This one says I lose my head
As the feeling starts to grow you know
- What can I get you? - Whiskey. - Club soda.
Feel love thump as it tears you apart
Feel love thump as the worrying starts
Feel love thumping
At the doors of my heart again
- Eckhart, have you seen Debi? - No, man.
- Ken, you haven't seen Debi, have you? - Nope.
Okay.
Every time it happens Seem to act a little touched
Paul Spericki. I'm in real estate. What do you do, Martin?
Why can't we just feel love thumpin' at the doors of our hearts
What now? Chase the girl?
If you see Debi, tell her I'm sorry.
I can feel love thumpin'
At the doors of my heart again
- At the doors of my heart again - How you doin'?
I can feel those doors go thump
Thump, thump
I can feel those doors go thump
- Take care of yourself, Ken. Thank you for the pen. - Oh. Yeah. Sure.
...latest series of threats... on the WNA... I am confident...
- I didn't touch no one! - Chihuahua city!
Look, boy...
Roger, South... Baby... Somebody political...
Plus, we'll have more information... And I'm working... Burning building...
Right decision... Are exploding...
Hello, This is Dr. Oatman. I am not available right now.
But if you'd like to leave a message I will get back to you shortly.
Dr. Oatman, it's Martin Blank.
Listen, I just wanted to tell you that I don't wanna work with you anymore. Things are going really well here.
They're going a lot better than expected and I just don't really feel like you're helpful in any way...
and I don't think you're serious about the therapy and...
So, I want you to take a deep breath and realize...
that this is "me" firing "you".
- He was gonna kill you, right? - Yes.
- It wasn't the other way around? - No. No.
- That wasn't my intention. - Is it something you've done?
It's something I do. Professionally.
For about five years now.
You were joking. People joke about the horrible things that they don't do.
They don't do them. It's absurd.
When I left I joined the army, and when I took the service exam...
my psych profile fit a certain... moral flexibility would be the only way to describe it.
I was loaned out to a ClA-sponsored program and we sort of found each other. That's the way it works.
- So you... you're a government spook? - Yes. I mean, no.
I was before, but I'm not now. Uh, but that's all irrelevant now.
The idea of governments, nations is public relations theory at this point.
Don't. I don't wanna hear about the theories. I wanna hear about the dead people.
Explain the dead people. Who do you kill?
Well, that's very complicated, but...
-Why do you kill people? -in the beginning, you know, it matters, of course, that you have something...
to hang on to, you know, a specific ideology to defend.
Right? I mean, "taming unchecked aggression," that was my personal favorite.
Other guys like "Live free or die," but, you know, you get the idea.
But that's all bullshit, and I know that now. That's all bullshit.
You do it because you were trained to do it, you were encouraged to do it...
and ultimately, you know, you...
get to like it.
I know that sounds bad.
- You're a psychopath. - No, no, no. A psychopath kills for no reason.
I kill for money. It's a job... That didn't sound right.
Uh, let me see if I can put it another way.
If I show up at your door, chances are you did something to bring me there.
I mean, everybody's doing it. It's like the natural order.
I mean, the states do it. Sometimes there's due process, and sometimes pilots carpet-bomb cities, you know.
Riot cops shoot demonstrators. That's indiscriminate. I don't do that.
You should read the files on some of these fuckers.
I mean, it reads like a demon's resumé.
Look, I bottomed out here.
I've lost my taste for it completely.
That's why I came back. I wanted to see you, you know. I wanted to start over, leave that behind.
Oh, so I'm part of... I'm part of your romantic new beginning.
Right?
How come you never learned that it was wrong...
that there are certain things you do not do... you do not do in a civilized society.
- What civilizations are we talking about? - Oh, shut up.
- I mean, history... - Shut up!
Everything about you is a lie.
Everything.
Stay away from me.
Debi, don't go!
You don't get to have me. Don't you get it?
- You're overreacting. - Yeah! Yeah!
Whoo!
- Hello. - Are we out of business yet?
- I'm taking down the office now. - Good.
- I'll put things right, and then I'll find you. - Why?
It's not like that, Marcella.
Look under your desk. I left a little something for you.
All the way under.
- You shouldn't have. - That's profit sharing. You deserve it.
All right!
You're a handsome devil. What's your name?
Dumb fuckin' luck.
lgnacio
Lay dyin' in the sand
- A single red rose - Okay, good, good, good, good, good.
Clutched in her dyin' hand
- Here he comes. - And I don't wanna watch
To see them all die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
- What the hell is the matter with you? - Get in the car now. Keep your head down.
Shit. Blank.
Go! Go, Chano, go!
You must have done some naughty shit there, Bart, 'cause there's a contract out on your life.
Believe me. I was hired to kill you, but I'm not gonna do it.
It's either because I'm in love with your daughter, or I have a newfound respect for life.
That punk is either in love with that guy's daughter, or he has a newfound respect for life.
- My whole life! - Hopefully not.
Durazac?
Design division wants me dead over a leaky sunroof? You wanna kill me because of that?
It's not me! Why does everybody think it's personal? Get in here.
Dad? What's going on? What is he doing here?
They're... They're... They're trying... They're trying to kill me. My... My testimony. Martin saved my life.
I was sitting there alone on prom night in that goddamned rented tuxedo...
and the whole night flashed before my eyes, and I realized finally...
and for the first time that I wanted to kill somebody.
So I figured since I loved you so much it'd be a good idea if I didn't see you any more.
They're right behind us. So, I was in the Gulf last year. I was doing this thing.
Anyway, I came up over this dune and I saw the ocean, and it was on fire.
I mean, the whole thing. It was beautiful. And I just sat down and I watched it burn.
And I got the sneaking, dark suspicion that maybe there was meaning to life.
You know, a point, like an organic connection between all living things.
I don't know, God, Yahweh, a higher power, whatever you want to call it.
Don't move.
Debi, I'm in love with you...
and I know we can make this relationship work.
Come on, come on, come on, come on. Wait, wait!
- I was always afraid to commit to a relationship. - What?
But now I'm ready to make it happen. We need to go upstairs now.
It's not easy for me. I always control my emotions, my feelings, you know, and I just need time to change.
Go in there. Lock the door.
Yeah, I wasn't exactly raised in a loving environment.
It's not an excuse, it's a reason. You know, my soul is empty.
- I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come - It's up to me to fill it.
I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come
I'll be blowin' your fuckin' head off I'll be blowin' your fuckin' head off
I'll be whackin' your fuckin' mind out when I come
Popcorn!
"See, and I saw a beast rise up out of the sea...
having seven heads and ten horns.
And they worshipped the beast saying, 'Who is like the beast?
Who is able to make war with him?"
- It's okay. It's Martin. - Not you, Pinky!
I know what I do isn't, you know, moral, per se...
- Make this gun work. - Sure.
But I think if you could just look past that, you can find a man worth loving.
- I mean, I'm working on the redemption thing, but... - Hey, now, girl.
Don't you listen to him. He's a professional.
Hold on a minute.
Smells like a wedding. You're breakin' my heart down here, Blank.
I can't aim through the tears. Budro's comin' for ya!
- Comrade! Hey, Comrade! - What?
Why don't you just join the union, we'll go upstairs together and cap Daddy.
- This union, is there gonna be meetings? - Of course.
No meetings.
National Security, Blank!
Workers of the world, unite!
Look at that. Empty.
Solidarity, baby. You out?
Yeah.
- So, what are you gonna do? You gonna throw that gun at me? - No!
- How about this? How about I sell you a piece for 100 Gs? - Okay. Front me?
Deal.
Popcorn...
Ow. Ow.
Ow.
I want you to think about this, and you don't have to answer it now...
but, Debi, will you marry me?
You got my blessing.
This is WGPM-FM, Radio Free Newberry, Grosse Pointe, Michigan...
winding down our all-vinyl reunion weekend...
Pointes High class of '86.
Some people say forgive and forget.
Nah, I don't know. I say forget about forgive and just accept.
And get the hell out of town.
When I'm a-walkin' 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
When I'm a-walkin' I strut my stuff
Then I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might
Stop to check you out
Body and feet I stained my sheets
I don't even know why
My girlfriend She's at the end
She is starting to cry
When I'm a-walkin' I strut my stuff
Then I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite and 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
Hey, hey