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Previously on "Reaper"...

You're a carjacker.
Are you carjacking me?

I'm not a carjacker.
I'm the devil.

My parents sold my
soul to the devil

and I'm a bounty
hunter for hell.

- You didn't tell Andi?
- No! I'm not gonna tell Andi.

If she knows, she'll think I'm a freak.
She'll never go out with me.

Whatever man.

She was all up in your grill piece,
and you told her to take a hike.

- And how am I supposed to capture him?
- This will help--

A vessel,
handcrafted in the bowels of perdition

by the iniquitous and the vile.

You put a soul in hell.
How does that feel, huh?

That's pure,
unadulterated satisfaction.

All the money and tail in
the world can't compare.

Mom? Dad?

I need a ride!

Thanks.

That's 14 even.

Ok.

You being cute?

Uh, no, I--
I swear the money was just in my hand...

Along with my wallet. Um...

Ben!

Hey, would you--
hold on one second, ok?

Ben! Ben, hey.

Dude, I need some cash.
Can I borrow some, uh...

Some... Really?
What are you d--

I know you can hear me!

- What, just disappeared out of your hand?
- Yeah, money, wallet, keys.

- It was not a good morning.
- Oh, wait.

- Are these yours?
- Where'd you find those?

They were in my pocket
like 20 minutes ago.

I have no idea
how it got there.

I do.
It's my devil power kicking in.

Wait, to make stuff disappear?

Yeah, it's supposed to point me in
the direction of an escaped soul

from hell so I can hunt them
down and send them back.

Hey, hey. Guys. Little help?

It's the paint mixer rodeo.

That's one angry looking bull.

You sure you're ready for this?

This is not my first
time at the rodeo, son.

- Clock ready.
- Thank you, Ben.

Guys, ready?

Release the bull.

Gravity my foot!

Ow, not the crotch.
Not the crotch.

Sam...

- I found your wallet.
- That is awesome!

Season 1 Episode 4 - Magic
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- Hi, can I help you?
- Yeah, how much is this?

Um, let me see.

I'll just ask someone else.

- Was that you?
- I just--

The devil's totally
messing with my head.

- You see that guy?
- Yeah.

I just had this really weird
vision that he stabbed me.

I just had this really weird cupcake,
so I guess we're even.

Uh, come on, let's go.

Where are we going?

New devil box arrived right in
the middle of the back room.

Scared the crap out of Ben.

What about me?
I just thought I got stabbed.

- You know how scary that is?
- Yeah, all right.

Come on, here.
Hop on. Let's go.

Come on, piggyback.
It'll cheer you up. Let's go.

Come on! Come on!

Eh...no. I'm good.

Yeah, you're a little big for that now,
aren't ya?

Just so you know,

I would have piggybacked
you right back there.

You know, we might as well just
open it and get it over with.

- Sam, your box was moving.
- Yeah, yeah, I know.

It sounds like it's alive.

Like there's a little
tiny demon monster

trying to scratch its way out.
That would be awesome.

Can we open it?

- Hey, guys.
- Yeah, yeah, hi.

What are you doing?
You look guilty.

- No guiltier than usual.
- No, no.

- What's going on?
- I'm good.

Listen, I need to talk to you.

Yeah, yeah, let's--
Let's take a walk.

- You wanna--
- Ok. Yeah, yeah.

All right.

University of Idaho,
Flaming Lips concert, this weekend.

Sounds great. You going?

Yeah. My cousin's a student there,
so he said he can get us tickets.

What do you think?

- Us, as in me?
- Yeah!

Oh, good, yeah.

You know, all of us.
Ben, Sock, Josie.

I mean, it's a 7-hour drive,

but we can just take
turns at the wheel.

I guess, you know,
we need a place to spend the night.

Um, Sock.
Sock's uncle has a van.

- We could crash there.
- Perfect!

- Yeah.
- Ok, great.

We'll just have a van
slumber party then.

Oh, but you should know...
I snore.

Extremely loud,
like a 50-year-old man.

Heh. Nice.

It's really attractive.

Well, I myself am
a drooler, so...

- Oh! Fantastic then.
- Perfect.

I mean,
this is gonna be so much fun, right?

I mean, just the 5 of us
going away for the weekend.

We'll have bed head together.

- It's gonna be--
- My office now.

And bring the morons.

Ok. Can you tell me about
this can of wasted paint?

It's leaking onto your desk.

I found 6 others just
like it in the dumpster.

Seems the rodeo
is back in town.

What can I say, Ted?
You can't fence this cowboy in.

Well, congratulations.

You have just incurred
the wrath of Ted.

Hold on a second.

I wasn't even there.
Why am I being punished?

Because, Andi,
if you're not part of the solution,

then you're part
of the problem.

There will be no more talking
of a social nature at work.

Any of you.

- Hold on. Why?
- Why, Sam?

Because the Work
Bench is my world,

and I will not let your
chaos destroy my world.

So that means there will
be no more talking,

chit-chatting, and/or
yarn spinning.

I'm sorry, Ted. I'm not feelin'
this plan. What else you got?

Oh, I got weekend shifts,

night shifts, holiday hours.

I have the power to
destroy your social lives

until you beg me...

To fire you.

So good day, sir.

You know what, Sam?

I think that I am
outraged right now.

Good to know, yeah.
Can you help me, please?

I ca--I can't, Sam.

I'm too disgruntled, all right?

I mean, give me a break.
No talking at work?

I mean, what's next?
Take away the air that I breathe?

Take away the beer that I'm
about to drink on my break?

- Come on.
- What? You got beer?

Where'd you get beer?
I actually hit the

diet iced tea button
the vending machine,

and this just came out.
I think maybe it's a sign.

Want half? Yes, I want half.

Yeah? I love you right now.

Have a seat, bro.

You know what?
Don't worry about it, man.

It'll all blow over it's Ted.
It's a cycle.

- He always does this.
- I'm not like you, man.

I can't just sit back and
let Ted walk all over me.

I don't--what?
I don't let Ted walk all over me.

- What are you talking about?
- Sure, you do. And it's ok

because beta males
are in right now.

Ok? Chicks dig it.
Good to know. Good to know.

I refuse to accept
Ted's power over me.

We have rights, ok?

We are not machines.
We are not robots.

Be cooler if we were robots.

- You know who I'd be if I was a robot?
- Who?

The hot chick from
Terminator 3.

First I would tear this
building down brick by brick,

then I would go home,
lock myself in the bathroom,

and stare at my boobs
for as long as I wanted.

Which would be a long time.

And then Ted would have
no power over you.

Testify.

Oh, Sam.

Life's too short
to drink domestic.

- What's that?
- What?

I could go for one of
these apples. You?

What the hell happened here?

Oh--oh, my god. We--

We need to call an ambulance.

No, Sam. It's ok.

There's no point.
He's dead already.

You know,
one day you're coming home,

happy as a clam, and then boom,

you're gone.

That's the way life is Sam.

You've got to eat your
apples while you can.

So, let me guess,
an escaped soul from hell did this.

That's very good.

You're starting to
catch on to this.

But you know what
the funny thing is?

The coroner's gonna blame this
guy's death on the car crash.

The truth?

This fellow died while
the car was still moving.

How?

Who knows?

It's like... magic.

Ok, so where's the soul?

I'm not Google, Sam.

Well, don't you have
minions down in hell

keep track of these things,
like who's escaped recently?

I don't know how it works.
Come on.

Minions. You know who works
for me in my central office?

White-collar criminals.

They hate me.
They hate their jobs.

I'm lucky if I get
coffee in the morning.

Oh... ok.

I'll help you.

I remember the file.

In life,
the soul's name was Bellifiore.

That's it?

That--that's not gonna
help me find him now.

This could take forever.

Well, since when are you in such
a hurry to catch souls for me?

Because I--I care
about these people.

I mean, look at this guy.

Are you sure it's not because
you have some other plans?

Plans to...

lock lips with somebody?

Flaming Lips?

Look, look, I just--

The concert isn't
until this weekend, ok?

And I just--I figured if I
could take the soul down fast,

then I could still go,
you know?

A little vacation
for a job well done.

Well, here's the thing
about that, Sammy.

When your parents signed
the contract for your soul,

they didn't think to
ask about vacation days,

- so you don't get them.
- So that's it?

I work for you for
the rest of my life?

No vacation, nothing?

Yeah.

And I'm afraid I
won't budge on this.

- Sets a bad precedent.
- God, you sound like Ted.

Ohh, that was harsh.

Ted is a real douche bag.

Yeah, well, the truth hurts.

You push me around, you know.

You make up these
totally arbitrary rules

and expect me to just
be your little robot?

No! I'm sorry, ok?

I refuse to accept your power over me,
all right?

I'm not your machine.

I trust I've made my point.

Loud and clear.

What is in that thing?

Whatever it is,
it was forged in hell.

Sock, you really think that's
gonna help you slow it down?

- Ben, you want to trade?
- No.

Ok.

- I'm going in.
- All right, get it.

- I'm going in.
- Nice and easy.

- I'm gonna do it.
- Nice and easy.

He's cute!

Pretty bird.

All right,
so we have the vessel,

but all we know about the soul is
that his name was Bellifiore...

When he was alive. Ok.

812 hits?

All right,
we gotta narrow this down a little.

- How?
- Bellifiore, soul.

Nope. Ok. Bellifiore, evil.

- Plus
- Evil. Sock...

Now the mouse has disappeared!

I swear, the devil doesn't
even want me to solve this.

- Guys?
- Sam?

Do I hear
unauthorized chit-chat?

What, are you talking
to yourself again, Sam?

That is a sad,
sad state of affairs, my friend.

Because no one answers.

Ever.

As you were.

God, I thought you
guys disappeared, too.

This power's stupid, Sam.

If making things disappear
is supposed to be a clue,

I don't get it.

Wait, wait, that's good!

Disappear. Hold on.

- Bellifiore, disappear.
- Yes! All right. Good job.

Enrico Bellifiore was a
magician in the 1920s.

Never head of him.

He's featured on a documentary
DVD Dark Side of Magic.

Let's find that.
Maybe... Come on.

There's 2 copies in
store right now.

Mm. God bless you, Work Bench.
You have everything.

Awesome.

How much for the flat screen?

Uh, a million dollars.
Try best buy.

Dateline 1929.

Former stage magician
Enrico Bellifiore

walks the last mile for murder.

A young waiter with dreams of
becoming the next Houdini,

Bellifiore traded in his
breadsticks for magic tricks.

The unadoring masses felt Bellifiore
needed to sharpen his skills.

What? I saw wires.
Did you guys see wires?

And so did the theater,

so Bellifiore took
one last stab at fame,

and the crowds lined up to
see this malevolent magician

perform his final rope trick.

And this has been another
edition of movie-vue news.

- Ok. All right.
- That's news with a view!

Now we know who Bellifiore
was when he was alive.

We just need to figure
out where he is now.

Sam Oliver for carry out,
register 2.

- Sam Oliver, register 2.
- That's Andi.

You gonna tell her you
can't go to the concert?

Don't really have a choice.
The devil made it pretty clear.

- I need to talk to you about the concert.
- Oh, yeah. I...

I could only get 2 tickets.

Oh, well, then just--
uh, maybe go with Josie.

Well, I mean, in all fairness,
I did ask you first.

You're--wait, yeah.

- But, what, so just you and me together?
- Yeah.

What's the big deal?

Well, where would--

- Where would we sleep?
- My car.

It'll be tight, but...

Well, I mean,
if you're not up for it,

then I completely understand.

No, no, no! I'm up for it!
I'm completely up for it.

Very, very up. I--

- Well, great.
- All right, yeah. That sounds great.

- Oh. You got it from here?
- Oh. Yes, yes.

- Sam!
- Sorry. I got it. I got it.

Nora, don't throw food.

It's ok. It--it happens.

Uh... excuse me, ma'am. Where--

Where did you find
all these apples?

I'm confused.

You and Andi are going to
the concert alone overnight.

That's right.

Well, what about the devil
saying no vacation time?

Ben, we're talking about me
and Andi alone overnight.

Come on, this is my shot.
I have to take it.

Ok, but what about the devil?

I'm choosing to not think
about that right now.

Oh, really.

Hey, look at that sword.

That's got to be our guy.

You know,
maybe if we catch him fast,

the devil might let me go
to the concert with Andi.

Yeah, 'cause he's a
real peach like that.

So then we point the birdcage
at the soul and open the door.

I guess.
Not like there's any moving parts.

- When does the bird come in?
- Maybe he's bait.

Wait, I'm sorry, bait?
Nobody's hurting Winston.

Who's Winston? The bird.

You named the vessel?

Dude, Winston is not
a bird's name, Ben.

Ok, well,
you tell me what a bird's name is.

I don't know.
Uh, how about Flappy or Paul.

Wha--no, no, he's a Winston.

- Right, Winston?
- What is wrong with you?

My dad's super allergic.

You know,
I couldn't have any pets,

so this little guy
fills that void.

You said I filled
that void, Ben.

Oh, my god.

Look at this toolbox.

Is that all I have to do is
slap on a little guyliner,

- I get to shower with Cameron Diaz?
- Uh, probably not.

- Well, it's her loss.
- She wouldn't think so.

Sorry, sorry.

How's he do that
with the sword?

He's an escaped soul.
It could be real magic.

You guys want to
see some real magic?

Check this out.

It's gone. Where'd it go?

What are we waiting for?

We can't just suck him in
with all these people around.

Let's just catch
him after the show.

So that's it?

What, no cheering?
No standing ovation?

It's not funny.

I perform magic no
one else can touch,

and all you do is
just sit there.

What do you people want?

Maybe you need proof--

Proof that I'm the greatest
magician in the world.

What's the matter, mate?
Don't you like my show?

I don't know.
I'm just headed to the restroom.

And that's better than my act?

You're a magician
at a food festival.

What do you want from me?

Come on, why don't you get
up on stage for a trick

guaranteed to impress you?
To impress all of you?

Come on, everybody, a round of
applause to encourage this guy.

Come on, come on.

Is this a real sword?

It's real.

You better believe it.

You gotta admit that
was a pretty good trick.

Let's catch him backstage.
Come on. Come on.

I want an autograph.

Hey, I waited out front till the
lobby was empty. No sign of him.

Yeah, and he didn't
pass me out back.

Damn it, we lost him.

All right, it sucks the soul got away,
but at least nobody died, right?

Yeah, and nothing
happened to Winston.

And nobody died, too.

What happened?

Excuse me.
What happened to him?

Oh, we found him keeled over,

massive internal injuries.

Must have been hit by
a car or something.

Another beer, please.

You know, I've never seen a
dead body up close before.

- It's messed up.
- I know, right?

I mean you'd think that seeing
scarface all those times,

I'd be better prepared
for that, but...

- Why'd the magician kill that guy?
- I don't know.

I feel like He
hates the audience.

Like he blames them for his
crappy career when he was alive.

Well, at least we know
where he's gonna be.

The next performance
is tomorrow at noon,

which means we need to
ask Ted for time off.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing!

Let me...

You need help.

I'm worried about Winston.

He's innocent in all this.

What about me, man?
I'm an innocent.

You're not feeding me pretzels
and nestling me to your breast.

Ok, that's just gross.

Because you signed a contract
with the devil, Sam.

- No, I did not.
- You didn't sign anything?

- No. No, my parents did.
- That's weird.

Says the guy with the
shirt full of bird.

Dude, you should really take
a look at that contract.

That's not cool your parents
sold your soul to the devil

without your consent.
Isn't that right, little man?

Yeah, that's a good point.

See if my parents have a copy
of the contract somewhere.

Hey, good morning.
You're up early.

- Can I see my contract?
- Which contract is that?

Uh...it's... the contract.

You know, for my soul?

What do you want
to see that for?

Well, I just thought
I should see it.

You know what? You're right.

You deserve to see it.

Ok, uh, let me think.
Where did we put that?

Well, what's in there?

This is your memento box.

I haven't looked
in here in years.

You put the contract for my soul
with my third-grade report card

- and Mr. Huggles?
- Yeah, you're right.

It's not gonna be in here.

Ok, maybe your dad
knows where it is.

Oh. Well, uh...

Did you check the linen closet?

Yes. John, you know,

I don't understand why you can't
get a handle on the paperwork.

We have absolutely
no filing system.

I konw you keep your golf
cleats and tennis shoes...

- You're up, John.
- Can we talk about this later?

Fine. But that's your
answer to everything.

Just... uh...

- Check the office with the tax returns.
- Ok.

Come on, Sam.

Here it is.

- This is kind of a big deal.
- I know.

What's wrong?

It fell apart.

Don't disappear.

Don't disappear.

Don't disappear.

Son of a bitch!

Hey, you want a ride?

Oh, just leave me alone!

Aw, come on. Hop in.

I want you to feel
the V8 in this baby.

Yeah, what are you
gonna want in return?

Do I have to sign a contract?

You know, Sam...

Sarcasm is the lowest
form of social discourse.

Just go--go away!
What are you doing here?

What's eating you, champ?

How about you--
you own my soul?

You won't let me
take any vacations.

I mean, the contract you gave
my parents just turned to dust!

- Forget about the contract.
- No. No, I want to see it.

But why?

- Because I want to know my rights.
- Oh, that's easy.

You don't have any.

Go around!

Go to hell, jerk!

I'll meet you there, Bruce!

You know that little
thing on his neck?

- Not a freckle.
- Ok...

So I'm--I'm a slave.

And I catch one soul after
another for the rest of my life.

No days off.
Nothing to look forward to forever.

Oh, so that's what
you want--incentive.

- Yes.
- Oh, I can do that.

I can motivate you 110%.

Wait, no! What--

What are you gonna do?!

- Can I help you?
- No.

- Hi! Can I help you?
- No.

Hi, I'm Andi. Can I help you?

You know... I bet you can.

Here you are.

Magic show starts in 40 minutes.
We better deal with Ted.

I got the perfect plan.

Hey, hey. Uh, Ted.
Ted! Kaczynski!

We were wondering if we
could take an early lunch,

if that's ok.

Why do you need
to get off work?

I'm glad you asked, Ted.

Drywell is having a driveway
sealant seminar at lunch, Ted,

basic information on installation,
maintenance, what have you.

And I know that you've
been trying to beef up the

driveway sealant department
for quite some time,

as well as our knowledge

of driveway sealants,
so we thought we'd go over there

and bone up on driveway sealant.
That's that.

You know what, guys?
That sounds like a great idea.

It sound responsible.
Efficient, even.

I told you he'd be
cool with it, right?

Great, thanks.

Only if I was a complete
and utter idiot.

Guys, seriously.

Driveway sealant?

Think I'm just gonna
let you blow off work

to go to a magic
show with Andi?

- Heh! Magic show. Please!
- Wait, wait!

Ted, how do you know about
a magic show with Andi?

What are you talking about?

'Cause some guy was in here
giving away free tickets.

Was this guy in a suit,
really, really tan...

You know what, Sam?

I'm not really in the habit
of checking other men out.

Unlike some people I know.

Huh? Oh, sorry. Heh!

I was so busy checking out your ass,
I missed your funny joke.

- Ok, come on, come on. Let's go.
- Did you want to repeat it, or...

Whoa, wha-- Why are we running?

The devil's trying to set up Andi.
Let's go.

Wait, wait!
Let me catch my breath! Sam!

Relax. He'll be back.

- Where the hell's the bird?
- He got out.

- What? How?
- We were talking.

All right,
just catch the bird and

meet me at the magic show.

Come on, Winston. Come to daddy.
We have to go now.

- I'll bring him down.
- I will cut you where you stand.

So what is it now,
roof tar class?

Look, Ted...
I'll work the weekend shift.

I'll work the next
4 weekend shifts!

I'll work nights!
Hell, I'll even work Thanksgiving!

- Come on!
- Seriously, you'd...

- You'd give up all that?
- Yes. Now move!

Ok then.

Ted is good.

Hey, what took you so long?

- What do you mean?
- I got your voicemail to meet you here.

- Voicemail? In my voice?
- Um, yeah?

What, you don't
remember leaving it?

Uh...that message.
Yes, yes. I do.

Um, sorry,
I had a small stroke earlier.

- We gotta go. Let's--
- No, no!

- This is kind of fun.
- This--he sucks! Let's go.

He's right behind me, isn't he?

I suck.

Why don't you come up on stage and
let me show you some real magic?

I--I would do that,
but we were just leaving.

Ladies and gentlemen, come on,
give this guy some encouragement.

No, no! Seriously, no.
Andi, stop laughing.

- We gotta go.
- You're such a chicken.

- You know what? I'll do it.
- No! No, you can't.

Why not? It'll be fun.
I'll do it.

Because... he asked me first.

- Right?
- Ok.

Let's do this.

You looking for something?

This isn't enough to
hold your attention?

Uh, no. My friends are supposed
to meet me here, so I was...

- Touch it.
- What?

Touch the sword.
Tell them it's real.

I don't know. Seems...

- Could be fake.
- Hold it. It's real.

Yeah, that's, uh...

That's some pretty good
action right there. Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

looks like our volunteer's
contracted a case of stage fright.

We'll be right back.

Give me back my sword.

You need it, don't you?

You have no power without it.

What are you, a demon?

No, I'm just the guy
sending you back to hell.

Just as soon as my
friends show up.

I'm not gonna let you
kill anymore people!

Those yokels out there
get what they deserve.

I give them pure magic,

and they respond like a
bunch of slack-jawed cattle.

Yeah, well,
maybe they respond that way

because you're such
a total dickwad.

You have no idea what
I went through in hell,

what I feels like to be impaled
on a sword for decades on end.

Yeah, well, get used to it,
because you're going back.

Sam! You all right?

No, no! He's right behind me!

Give me the vessel.
Give me the vessel.

Wave it around! Wave it around!

You stupid bird, come on!

- Come on! Come on!
- Go, go!

- Come on, Winston!
- Go, Winston!

- Come on, come on. Come on, Winston.
- It's sad.

So stupid, you can't even figure
out the simplest of tricks.

Huh? Tricks? Tricks.

That's it! That's it!

Sam, what are you doing, Sam?

Uh, ta da?

Winston?

That, my friend...

was some fine hell sucking.

Come on.

Aw, that was awesome.

Hi, Gladys.

You are looking... today!

Place the vessel on the mat.

It's gonna be kind of
difficult with all that

sexual tension pushing back.

You ready?

Yeah.

Oh, I--can I have a moment?

Winston...

You're one freaky ass bird

who scared the crap out of me,
and now I can't be comfortable

around birds ever again.
I hope you know that.

Ok.

- All right.
- Cool.

It's cool.

Ok.

- Thank you, Gladys.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

These are his favorite.

Ok, now I'm done.

So what did happen to you?

Yeah, that was a hell
of a magic trick.

He made you both disappear.

Why did you run off the stage?

Yeah, I, um...

- I ate a bad hotdog, so--
- Ooh. Yeah, well...

You better man up for
this weekend because

we have a long trip and
limited bathroom stops.

Right, yes. Um, about that...

I...I can't go.

What? Are you that sick?

No, no, no. Um...I'm working.

I told Ted that I'd work
the next 4 weekend shifts.

What?

Why would you say that?

I mean, you knew we were
going away this weekend.

Don't be mad. I--

No, I'm not mad.
I'm just... I'm confused.

I mean,
if you didn't want to go with me,

why wouldn't you just say that,

and why saddle yourself
with weekend shifts?

- Th--that is an excellent question.
- Ok, then answer it.

That I can't-- I can't answer.

It's hard to explain,
all right?

I--I tried,
but Ted wouldn't let me.

It's not that I
didn't want to--

Ok, you know what?
I take it back.

I am mad.

- Wait, Andi, hold on!
- You know what?

We could've had a really
great weekend, Sam.

And then you had to get all caught
up in your head and make it weird.

No! I don't think it's weird.
It's the opposite.

- It's not weird.
- Yes, it feels weird.

Listen, you're like
my best friend, ok?

I really don't want
things to change.

And they won't!
We--we're--we are friends.

Just friends that can't spend
time alone together, huh?

Never mind. Never mind.

Listen, I'll bring you
back a program, ok?

Ah, drinking alone.

That's a slippery slope.

I don't have much else to do.

I'll have a cranberry and soda,
my good woman.

I never drink while I work.
Clouds the mind.

Maybe if you drank,
you'd be less of a dick.

Hmm, yeah.

Oh, buddy.

You've worked hard, sacrificed.

I really appreciate that.

You know what?

You can take the weekend off.

Go to your little concert.

Drop some ecstasy,
whatever you want.

I work this weekend.

I work the next 4
weekends because of you.

- What did I do?
- You put Andi in danger.

Yeah, right. I did, didn't I?

Well, this really sucks.

Can't go on your trip.

You don't get the girl.

You expect me to believe
you feel bad for me?

- I do!
- No, you don't.

I do, I do. I feel terrible.

I feel crappy. I feel awful.

You sure there's nothing I
can do to make it up to you?

I want the contract.

What do you have? A death wish?

Well, I realized if
anything's gonna kill me,

it's gonna be some psycho
escaped soul from hell, not you.

Because... you need me.

And I--

I need that contract.

See, what is it
about you, Sammy?

I just can't say no.

All right,
I'll talk to the guys downstairs and

see if they can dig up a draft,
all right?

Filing system in the abyss is

shabby, as you might expect,
but I'll put in a request.

- Ok? Fair enough?
- Yes. Thank you.

Yeah, well...

What the heck.
I'll have what he's having.

You know the one bright
side of all this?

Now you know that
Andi's into you.

- No, she almost bit my head off.
- Exactly.

The lady don't protest too much,
me thinks.

Thanks.

Do you--
do you really think so?

Trust me, buddy.

I do know a thing or two
about the human animal.

Thanks to Raceman
for the transcript

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