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- You asked how long
we've been friends.

That's how long.

- Can't believe
you still have this.

- Of course.
Why wouldn't I?

I get nostalgic
like anybody else.

I miss those times, man.

Life was simple.

Hey, check it out.
We got to be ninjas.

- Yeah.
Yeah, that we did, pal.

That we did.

- Oh, hey. Here.

Sorry. It's the closest thing
I've got to scotch.

- It's great. It's perfect.
Really great of you. Thanks.

You know, the thing about you
and me, marv...

We've got a lot of history.

We go back a long time,
and that means something.

I'm sorry.
Is it okay that I'm here?

I mean, it's really late,
and you were sleeping.

- Course. It's fine.

- I mean, I'm sure you have to be
up in a couple hours.

- No. I'm...
I'm still out of work.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Sorry to hear that, Marvin.

- Eh. That's life, right?

It's good to see you, man.
It's been a while.

- You know, me, I've got a 9:30
meeting.

That's like
seven hours from now.

Jesus Christ.

- Ouchie.

You sure the beer's okay?

I'm sorry I don't have scotch.

- What? No, it's great.
It's great.

You know what I always liked
about you growing up, Marvin?

You were the guy
that I could always count on

to be down for anything...
whatever it was.

If I called and suggested it,
you were game.

Guilty.

- I loved that about you, man.

I loved that I could count
on you to be in.

I bet that's why we're still
friends to this day.

Guys come in and out
of your life, you know,

but the ones that stick,

those are the friends
that you can count on.

- Yeah, well, of course.

I mean, what else
are friends for, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

You, um

You used to say you could tell
how good a friend is

by whether or not they'd help
you move a dead body.

- Yeah,
that does sound like me.

Would you?

I need your help.

I need your help
moving a dead body.

Her name's Abby.

I've seen her
maybe half a dozen times or so.

- "Seen her"... you mean like
this, like in a motel or...

- I mean I've been with her.

Look, I don't have to spell this
all out for you, do I?

I mean, we're both grownups.
We know what goes on.

Right?

- Sure, man. Yeah.

- I'm not proud of it.

It just sort of... Happened.

She was hot. She wanted me.

It seemed harmless enough.

- And this Abby chick,

she's... In there
right now, right?

- Yeah.

- What about Claire?
Where does she think you are?

- She thinks I'm working late.

- Really? This late?

- We have international clients.

Sometimes we have long
conference calls at weird hours.

It happens.
- It does?

- As far as she knows.

- Pretty slick.

So, we gonna go in there
at some point?

- It all happened so fast.

This was just
supposed to be fun.

Nothing serious.
I told her that.

I told her that
from the very beginning.

I was completely honest
with her.

I was, um...
I was getting dressed,

and she... She starts talking

about how she wants more
from this.

She's made this into some kind
of a romance

in her head or something.
I...

Of course,
I tell her "forget it. "

She went crazy.

She got up on the bed.

She started punching me
with her fists

and kicking me and...

Just pushed her...

To get her off of me.

Just... I just...
I just pushed her.

And that was it.

- Before... We do anything...

Are you sure?

Are you really, really sure

you don't want
to just call the cops?

- What?

Yes. Yes. God damn it.
Marvin, I'm sure!

This would ruin me!

Just... Just think about this
for a second.

I mean, just the fact
that I was screwing around

would cost me Claire.

She'd be gone.

She wouldn't even
think about it.

Seven years of marriage...
gone in an instant.

And then, I mean...

There's the way this looks.

You know, there would be
an investigation,

suspicion of foul play maybe,
maybe even a trial.

And it wouldn't even matter
if I was convicted.

Marriage, career, financial
security... all gone!

Marv, the girl went crazy.

She did this to herself, okay?

I'm not saying that I'm
completely innocent in all this,

but all I'm guilty of is trying
to have a little fun,

and then I've got to throw
my life away because of this,

because of her?!

Marvin.

Tell me that
you'll help me, please.

Please, tell me
that you'll help me.

Help me, Marvin.

- Of course. Of course, I will.

Of course.

- Thank you.

- So, uh, what's her deal?
Is she married, too?

Has she got a roommate?

- No. No. She lives alone.

- What are you doing
at a motel, then?

- She's got neighbors.

She knew I was married.

I was honest with her.

You know, we set up a system.

She'd walk to the end
of her street.

I'd pick her up there.

She'd check into the motel.

We would choose a different
motel every time.

Stuff like that.

- So, the room...

That's in her name,
not yours, right?

- Yeah. She would put it
on her credit card,

and I would pay her back
in cash.

- How'd you two meet?

Look, I'm just trying to think

if there's anything
that will connect her to you.

That's all.
- Right. Yeah.

Um... She waits tables
at this diner

that I go to sometimes
if I work late.

We've been seen there together,

but nothing that would be
considered damning.

- Okay.

Okay.

I think I got a pretty good idea
of what we got to do.

But we're gonna need some stuff.

Let's get back to my place.

Okay. Bingo.

We're definitely
gonna need that.

- Okay.
What can I do?

- Uh, what can you do?

Uh... You...

Can go home to your wife.

She's got to be worried sick
about you.

That's not gonna be good
for anybody.

- That's crazy.
This is my mess.

- I can take care of it.

Besides, I don't think
it's a good idea

for you or your vehicle
to be seen over there again.

Look, I got no ties
to this chick,

so it's a lot safer for both
of us if I do this solo.

Can I have the key?

- You sure?

You sure you don't want me
to do anything?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just... Go home to your wife.

I got a pretty good idea
of what I got to do.

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna clean it all up.

- Man...
I owe you so big.

- Yeah. You do.

- Are you just getting in?

- Yeah.

Are you kidding me?

You poor baby.
You must be so exhausted.

- I got to get undressed.

- No. Don't.
Just lay with me.

You need every second of sleep
you can get.

- Jesus.

Claire, why'd you let me sleep?

- You're kidding, right?
You have to ask why?

- Pour me a cup?

As late as they kept you
last night,

are you seriously telling me

you have to be back again
this morning?

That's ridiculous.

- It's work, Claire.

I'm in high demand.
I'm the boy wonder.

This is a good thing.

- Well, it's gonna kill you.

Besides, if your clients are
in such different time zones,

what do you really have to do
this morning, anyway?

They're sleeping.

- They're not my only clients.

I'm way more popular than that.

I got to pitch right
when I get in this morning.

I got meetings all day.

You want to, uh,
conquer the world,

you got to slay
some dragons, right?

- Yeah. Well, I think
you should call in sick

and take the day off.

- Oh.
- Dragons await.

- So, uh, look, you better
jump in the shower

or you're gonna be late, too.

I'll, uh...
I'll make us some eggs.

- You're gonna make eggs?
You.

- Not if you don't hustle
that fine ass of yours.

Flattery and food will get you
everywhere, young man.

That is, if you promise

that you'll come home
on time tonight.

- You got it.

- No matter what, okay?

- Like I said, you got it.

Marvin.

Marv?

Did everything, uh...

Did everything go okay?

- Did she have any pets?

- What?
- Abby.

I was just wondering,
did she have any pets.

- Yeah. Yeah, she had a cat
she talked about sometimes.

I... Think his name's vanilla.

- Hmm.

Vanilla.

Vanilla's gonna die.

If Abby lived alone,

there's not gonna be anybody
there to feed it.

Even if somebody
reports her missing,

the cops go around,

it's gonna take like
48 hours, right?

Cat can't live that long
without food, can it?

- Marvin.

What happened?

- I took care of it...

Just like I said I would.

Don't worry.
It wasn't that hard.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It's like she just up
and disappeared.

- And, um... You?

Are... Are you okay?

- Me?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.

I'm just...
I'm thinking about that cat.

Man, I owe you so big.

I know that.

You have no idea how much
what you did means to me.

You sure you're okay?

- I would like a cup of coffee.

You mind if I come inside
for a cup of coffee?

- No. No, Marvin,
that's not a good idea.

- No?

- No.

You never just come by
for a cup of coffee.

It would be weird
and suspicious,

and Claire's in a mood.

It's a really, really bad idea.
Seriously.

- No, no. I-I get it.

We, uh... We got to lay low.

- Lay low. Exactly.

Let's try not to bring
any attention on ourselves.

Then, in a couple of days,
we'll touch base,

and... We'll see how it feels.

I got to go to work, okay?

At least you can go home
and sleep, right?

- Yeah. That I can.

- Yeah.
So, you go.

You go and you get some sleep.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Sounds good, kip.

- Okay.

- Kipper.

- Couple of days, right, marv?

Just... Go home to your wife.

I got a pretty good idea
of what I got to do.

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna clean it all up.

- Man, I owe you so big.

- Yeah. You do.

- ... controlled
by a small number

of devil-worshiping
media conglomerates,

who really determine
everything we hear, see...

Ohh.

- Oh, great.
Oh, thank you so much.

Really looking forward
to working with you.

- I love this campaign.

It is so creative...
so you, kip.

- You know what? You're happy.
That makes me happy.

I can't wait to get to work
for you guys.

We'll be talking soon, yes?

- Send me the paperwork.
- All right.

- All right. Thanks.

- Went well, boss man?

- As if there was any doubt.

That is one well-slain dragon
in there.

My God.

You could sell anything to
anyone you wanted, couldn't you?

You could get supermodels
to buy donuts.

- Well, I think presenting
the fine work we do here

might have something
to do with it.

Mr. Harrison sat in on this one?

- Apparently he's taken
an interest.

- I've heard
whenever he shows up,

it's either really good
or really bad.

I think this time,
the coin landed heads up.

- Well, in that case... amen.

- Hey, vanilla.
You okay?

Hungry, girl?
Hungry?

Help's coming.
Don't worry.

Here, vanilla.
There you go.

- It's not about having
stronger concepts.

It's about having stronger
conviction behind them.

Look, our creative
has always been great.

It's hal and his team.

They can't present it with
anything close to confidence.

No.

No one's ever called me
"Mr. confidence,"

but I like that.
I can roll with that.

Look, I'd be happy
to take this over.

Why don't you send me the stuff
over tonight,

and, uh, I'll get
to it tomorrow?

No. Thank you.
All right. Good night.

- Hey!

Kip.

- What's the matter?
Did you hear something?

- No, no. Nothing.

- Did the cops contact you?
Anything?

- No. They didn't.

You?

- Hey, you're right on time.
Good boy.

Oh, hi, Marvin.

- Hey, Claire.

- How are you?

- Eh. You know, I could complain,
but who would listen, right?

- Hey, baby.

- Hey. You know, I really wish
that you'd let me know

if you were gonna have
people over.

Thought we were gonna have
some "us" time.

- I didn't know he was coming.
He just dropped by.

- For... for what?

- I don't know.
Say hello.

- Okay, is he staying?

- No. No.

We're having
that "us" time, okay?

Don't worry.

- Okay. Good.

Uh, it's nice seeing you
again, Marvin.

- Nice being seen.

- So... What are you doing here?

I thought we were gonna give it
a couple of days.

- I know, I know.

I just... I felt like I needed
to check in, you know?

I'm pretty sure we're clear
on this thing.

- No, it's too soon
to know that, Marvin,

and, honestly, it's a bad time.

- Well, yeah. I can see that.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry to barge in here.

- No, it's... it's okay.
It's totally okay.

Look, I'm sorry.

I don't mean
to appear ungrateful.

It's just...

The wife, you know?

I got to roll.

Let's let things clear
for a few days,

and then...
I'll call you, all right?

I'll call you.

- Sure thing.
Yeah, that'll work, kipper.

Don't worry about me.

- Marvin.

That's again, man.

Really.

Think nothing of it.

- I'm sorry, honey.

He was in the neighborhood
and decided to stop by.

You know,
he's been out of... Work.

Is that, uh...

- The plus means "yes. "

Wow.

Indeed.

What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna clean it all up.

- Uh...
Wakey-wakey, there?

- Who the fuck are you?

- It's okay.
I'm a... I'm a friend of kip's.

Name's Marvin.

- Marvin.

- Yeah. That's right.
I'm a friend of kip's.

- Where the hell's kip?

Where the hell are we?

- It's okay.
Everything's okay.

- No, it's not okay.
Where are we?!

Where are...

where are my clothes?

- They're on the seat
right next to you.

It's okay.

Let me just... Pull over,
all right?

I'll explain.

There we go.

Okay.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm, uh...

I'll do the gentlemanly
thing here.

I'm not gonna look.

No peeky-weeky okay?

- Where are we?

- We are...

In the middle of nowhere.

You gave us all quite a scare
back there, Abby.

It is Abby, right?

- Yeah, it's Abby.

- Yeah, well,
you

You gave us all quite a scare.

You hit your head pretty hard
back at that motel.

- Us?

I don't know you, Jack.

- I mean you gave... Kipper
quite a scare.

- Yeah, I bet.

That's why I'm in a hospital
right now

because he was so worried
about me.

- No.

Uh, what happened was when he
realized you were okay,

then he called me to t...
- where is he?

Where's kip?!

- Okay, I'm...
I'm gonna take you to him.

Everything's okay.

Once we get
to where we're going,

then kip'll explain everything.

- Doesn't make any sense.

- Why don't you call him?

Why don't you call him?
Call kip.

- How about I call the cops?

- The cops. Now, what... what
would you call the cops for?

I haven't done anything to you.

- Oh, no?
How about kidnapping?

- I didn't kidnap you.

Hey, hey.

Look, you're free to go
whenever you want.

It's just we're in the middle
of nowhere here.

I'm just trying to get you back
to civilization.

And it is a long walk.

Look, just...

Call kip, okay?
He'll explain everything.

- Okay.

- Okay.

I'd step outside of the car
if you're gonna call him.

Well, again,
we're in the middle of nowhere.

You'll get better reception
out on the open road.

- Yeah. Thanks.

- You may want to, uh,

step a little further out
into the desert...

Just a little...
like 20, 30 feet.

I- I've heard you get better
reception off the road.

Don't worry, Abby.

I'm not going anywhere.

- Swell.

Fucking freak.

- Please. S-stop!

- Stay down!

Stay down!

Please! Stop!

- Man, I owe you so big.

- Yeah. You do.

Kip, you are one seriously,
seriously lucky guy.

You stole an...

you stole an account
from hal's team?

Well, you know... Little.

- How? How did you do that?

- Well, for starters,
I didn't steal the account.

They'd already lost it.

All I did was swoop in
and pick up a ball

that they had already dropped,
which if I hadn't picked up,

it would've bounced to another
firm altogether, guaranteed.

- Oh. So...
You're like a hero, then?

- Well, yeah.
I mean, I'm kind of a big deal.

That's just how I roll.

- Mm. So I see.
So modest, too.

- Yes. Guilty.
Guilty as charged.

But, uh, modesty aside,

we need to make hiring that
creative assistant a priority.

Have you gotten to go through
any of those r�sum�s yet?

- Yeah, I managed to dig
pretty deep

into those last night, actually.

These, in my opinion,

are the best candidates so far,

but they're still rolling in,

so if you want to wait,
we can always...

- no, I don't think
we can afford to wait.

We're about to be slammed,
my friend.

Somewhere in here is the poor,
unlucky bastard

who has to work under me.

- I wouldn't call
being underneath you

an unlucky place to be,
boss man.

- Knock, knock, everybody.

- Hi. Can I help you?

- I'm a... Friend of kip's.

- This is Marvin.

- Yeah, we go way back.

I'm talking "summer camp"
kind of way back here.

- Okay.

Um, hi. I'm Kimber.
Nice to meet you.

- Likewise.

I'm sorry to, um,
interrupt... Stuff.

- What... what are you
doing here, Marvin?

- Well, I don't know.

Lunch... thought
maybe we could do that.

- I didn't have that in my book.
Did I miss that?

- No, it wasn't planned.

- Yeah, it was more of a
spur-of-the-moment type thing.

Is he free?

- I'm not sure.
- You know what?

Can I talk to you outside
for a second?

What, uh...
What is this about?

I thought we talked about this.

We said that we were gonna
let things cool off.

Didn't we say that?

- Yeah, but we don't have to.

No one suspects a thing.

- No. No, it is way too soon
to think that.

You do realize what's at stake
here, right, Marvin?

- Of course I do,
but I'm telling you...

no one's even looking at us.

The only thing weird about us is
if we start acting all weird.

- If we start acting all weird?

Look.

I helped you
because I am your friend,

and I-I am... true blue.

I think I've proven that

Beyond
a possible doubt, right?

- Yes, of course you have. Yes.

- So, w-w-what's with all this?

If we're acting like
nothing funny's going on,

then why wouldn't we hang out?

I helped you because
I'm your genuine friend,

but I would hate for that
same act of friendship

to force us apart.

I mean, that would be
a sad slice of irony.

Don't you think?

- Yeah. Yeah, it would.

- Friends have lunch, kip.

They do.

- Let me grab my wallet.
I'm buying.

- So, I finally figured out what
happened to Arnold watrosky.

- Who's that?

- Arnold. Watrosky?
He went to west with us.

The guy with the big black hair.

Come on, you remember him.

I must confess... I do not.

- You're kidding, right?

W- we went all through
junior high with that guy.

Look, I, uh
I hate to be...

That friend, you know,
who does something for someone

and then turns around and asks
for something in return,

'cause it feels like I-I'm
keeping score, but I'm not.

Really, I'm not.

But I...

I need a favor.

- Okay.

That's okay, man.

Um... What do you need?

- Well, I haven't worked
in a while,

and, um...

I need a little money.

- Okay.

How much?

- Like maybe...

$5,000.

I know.

I know it's a lot to ask,
I know,

but I'm in dire straits
here, kipper.

Damn bills keep rolling in,
but the money's not.

- Yeah.

I think I can help you out.

- I'm sorry.
I hate even asking.

- Hey, please,

don't even worry about that.

We're friends... me and you.

This is what friends do.

- Thank you, kip.

Kipper.

- Coaster.

- It's on a coaster.

Thanks, babe.

You're gonna sit there and drink
that right in front of me,

aren't you?

- Yeah.

You know, so you can live
vicariously through me.

- Oh.

You gonna vicariously enjoy me
spewing a whole human being

out of my nether regions
in about 36 weeks?

- God.

So, um, Marvin
came to see me today.

- Again?

Is he okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, we went to lunch.

- Oh. Cool. Did you guys
do some catching up?

It's been a while, hasn't it?

- It has.

We don't exactly travel
in the same circles anymore.

- Hmm. It's true.

Oh, well, good.
I hope it was fun.

- It was. It was fun.

I'm gonna loan him some money.

Oh, Jesus.

- If it's okay with you.

- How much?

- How much?

$5,000.

-5,000 dollars.

Just like that?

- It's not like we don't have
the money, Claire.

- It's not like we're rich,
either, kip.

- We can spare it.

You know he hasn't worked
for months.

Honestly, what kind of a friend
would I be

if I just let him go under?

- Well, what kind of friend
is he?

Let me get this straight.

He shows up out of the blue,
wants to go to lunch with you,

at which he then proceeds
to ask you for money.

- No.
It wasn't like that.

We... Were talking,

and I found out the straits
he was in,

and... I offered.

- You offered?!
- Yeah.

- And you didn't feel like
he entrapped you

with his long tale of woe?

- "Tale of woe"?

No. I don't feel entrapped.

Well, is he planning
on paying us back?

- Claire...

It's not like that.

It's the right thing to do.

- Okay.

If you're fine with it,
then okay.

- I'm fine with it.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- Go ahead.
It's not gonna bite you.

- Oh, man.

You have saved me, kipper.

No, really, you... You have.

- Least I could do.

- Oh, it's a check.

- Yeah, I didn't know if you
preferred cash or check.

- Oh, well, I-I could work
with either, man.

- Well, good.

- But, you know, given a choice,

I guess cash would be preferred,
just for future reference.

- "For future reference"?

- No, no. I mean, it's a, uh...
it's just a figure of speech.

This is great.

Thank you, kip.

- Don't mention it.

- Boss man, you got that thing
with Henderson in t-minus five.

- Great. Thank you.
You're the best.

- Hi again.

- Marvin.
That's my cue, buddy.

I got to go.

- Yeah.

Hey, uh, real quick, um...

What's her name again?

- Who? Kimber?

- Kimber.
Yeah, that's right.

What's, uh, what's her deal?

- "What's her deal?"

- Yeah, you know,
is she... Single?

Why, you want to ask Kimber out
on a date?

- Well, sure. Why not?

- She's a little out
of your league, isn't she?

- Come again?

- No, I'm just...

She's out of
both of our leagues.

I mean, that girls a lot younger
than we are.

Not like we're any slouches or
anything, but I mean, come on.

She's crazy attractive.

- Yeah, well, she seems to be
into you pretty okay.

- I'm her boss, Marvin.

She has to be nice to me.
That's all that is.

Look, trust me... we are trolls

next to the guys
that that girl dates.

- Yeah.

I guess you're right.

- No. Hey, I am right.

Okay.

- Hey, listen, real quick.

Kip, I... I know you got to go.

- What is it?

- Okay, um... Claire,

she's got lots of single
girlfriends, right?

Do you think maybe she knows one

that she thinks
might be right for me?

- Are you serious?

- As a heart attack, kip.

I remember being at your place
this one time,

and she was bitching about
how all her single friends

can't find a good man...
how they can't even get a date.

Well here I am.

I- I'm a good man, right?

- Yeah, Marvin,
you're a good man.

- Yeah, so, you'll talk to her.
You'll see if she knows anybody.

- It's a lot to ask someone
to play matchmaker for you.

- You mean, it's a favor...
a big one.

- Yeah. Something like that.

- You remember what I did
for you the other night?

And that was
a really big favor, too.

And the reason I did it...

hell, look,
I was glad to do it...

was because you were in danger
of losing everything.

And, brother,
I know what that's like.

I lost everything.

Nance left me.

I got downsized.

I just...
I didn't want that for you.

Now the tables have turned.

Do you really want that for me?

- Are you serious?

- I'm just asking if you know
anyone who might dig him.

- No.

I'm not setting up any
of my friends with Marvin.

- Why?

- Because he's not cute.

He's... Unemployed.
He's weird.

And frankly,
he's a little creepy.

- Creepy?
- Yeah.

Forget all you know about him

and just consider
if you met him today.

You'd never even talk
to a guy like that.

- How can you say that?
He's one of my best friends.

- That you never hang out with

and you don't have anything
in common with.

I take it he came by your office
again today.

- So what if he did?

- Ohh. Jesus!

How needy is this guy?

It's like he's stalking you
all of a sudden.

- No, it's not like that.

- Yeah, it is like that.
It's annoying.

- You know, it's not like all of
your friends are such prizes.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means they're
always complaining

about being single...

how they are no good guys
out there... but what?

They wouldn't even consider
going out with Marvin?

I mean, yeah,

he's had some bad luck,
but he is a good guy.

Ah, these women, they're just
dripping with desperation...

a very attractive quality,
by the way...

and maybe this is why.

- Because their standards
aren't low enough?

That is what you're saying.

- No. No.

I'm saying... They're not
open-minded enough.

Come on.

You must have one friend
who might like him.

- Good evening.

Hey, marv.

Looking sharp, my friend.

- Yeah, Sunday best.

- Come on in.

Is that for us?

- I, uh, thought I'd offer this
to the lady of the house.

You know,
generate a little good will.

- Knock yourself out.

- Good evening, ladies.

Ma'am, this is for you.

- Oh. That's really sweet.
Thank you.

- Marvin, this is mindy.

Mindy, this is Marvin.

- So, this is Marvin.

- Pleasure.

- Marvin and kip
went to school together.

- That's right... all the way
back to elementary.

Yeah.

- Wait, so,
you guys are the same age.

- I'm one year older, actually.

- Only one year?

- Well, some cars show their
mileage more than others.

It doesn't mean they're not
built for speed.

- That's... Good to hear.

And so, of course, he gets
the same judge again, right?

I mean, it's Murphy's law meets
state law, completely.

Murphy's law! I like that!
I like it.

- Um, so, Marvin, what is it
that you do exactly?

- Me?

- Oh, mindy, the thing
about Marvin is that he's...

- I'm between jobs.

- So you're unemployed?

- Not for performance reasons.

Marvin is just a victim
of the economic climate.

- Yeah, that's right.

I was temporarily downsized,

and then, two months later,

the whole company just...
pbht!... Goes belly up.

- Right. But you're currently
looking for work, right?

- Oh, sure. Yeah. But damn
is it good at hiding from me.

So, until I can find it,

I guess I'll just have to rely
on my good looks.

It's nice that he walked her
to her car.

You know this was
a complete disaster, right?

- Yeah, it didn't really
feel like

there was a love connection.

We tried, though, right?

I mean... We did the guy
a kindness.

- Did we?

He had no shot... none.

Oh, my God.

Look, he thinks he did well.
Jesus.

You know who that is, right?

That is mindy calling
to let me have it

because I wasted her time
with him.

- Well, that's not fair.

I mean, so he's not her type.

How's that your problem?

- Not her type?
Whose type is he?

He doesn't have
his shit together, kip.

- He's a good guy.

- Well, it's not enough,

and the fact that he has
to glom on to you

because he doesn't have friends
of his own...

- wow.

Hey. Thank you guys so much.

That mindy, boy,
she is a swell girl!

She's pretty.
She's, uh, career oriented.

She keeps me on my toes.

I mean, I need that, you know?

Sure thing, Marvin.

- Yep.

All things considered,

I think we did pretty well
in there.

Yes, sir.

You know, I finally feel

like things are changing
for the better.

- Well, good.

- Yep.

So, uh...

How long
until I call mindy?

What do you do?

You give it like a couple days
or something?

You know, I don't know
what the modus operandi is

for these modern-day chicks.

- Marv.

- Yeah.

- You do realize that
she's not interested, right?

- Did she tell you that?

- She told Claire.

- Oh.

All right.

That's all right, I guess.

Plenty of fish.

- Plenty of fish.

- Yeah, sure. Claire knows
lots of single girls.

Let's just have her
set something up.

- No. No. No, man.

She's... she's not
gonna do that.

- What do you mean
she's not gonna do that?

- Just that. She's not gonna
set you up with anyone else.

- Well, kip,
I think we should ask Claire

and see what she has to say.

Come on, man.
She knows lots of single girls.

There's bound to be one
that's my type.

- I don't have to ask her,
Marvin.

I know.

- She said that?

- Yeah. She said that.

- Well... What did she say?

And I mean exactly.

- You have to understand...
these women that she knows,

they're all at a certain stage
of life,

and they're all looking for, you
know, basically the same things.

You know, it's not enough
to have a great personality.

They want the whole package,

and to that end, there are
certain things that you lack.

- Like what?

- Like a job.

These woman
are marriage-minded, okay?

They're looking for somebody
who's ready to settle down.

- Yeah, but that fits me
to a "t", brother.

- No.
- Yeah.

- No.
It doesn't, okay?

They want to be taken care of.

You are not in a position
to be taking care of anybody.

- All right.

All right, smart guy.

- Okay.
- Oh, come on.

You are.
You're a smart guy.

You got all these women
crawling all over you.

Why don't you just tell me

what I need to do
in order to find me one?

- I don't have women
crawling all over me.

- Oh, bullshit!

You got so many,
you got to juggle them!

Don't you remember that?!

- Keep your goddamn voice down.
- Keep my goddamn voice down?

Keep my fucking voice down!

- What the hell are you doing?!

- Fuck you, little man!

You have no idea how good
you've got it.

You've got yourself
a prize woman in there,

and I got nothing!

Does that strike you as fair?!
Huh?!

Especially when you know
the only reason you got her

is because of
what I did for you!

Asshole.

- Mr. Desmond?

- Um, I prefer "kip," actually.

- Kip. O-okay, great.

Uh, I'm Cole Carter.

It's a pleasure to finally
meet you, sir.

- Cole, not cool.
Sorry about that.

- It's okay. There's nothing
wrong with a little enthusiasm.

Let me guess, Cole.

Somebody gave you advice one
time on applying for jobs.

They said, uh, "look 'em
square in the eye

and give 'em a nice,
firm handshake"...

something like that?

- Yeah. Yes, sir. Yes.

- Yeah. That person, Cole,
is an idiot.

Don't listen to them anymore.

But that's all right. I'm not
gonna hold it against you.

Have a seat, huh?

- Interview day.
- Interview day.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you think
I was ever that nervous?

- Would you admit it if you were?

- Absolutely not.

So, our boy Cole here,
he's first up?

- Yep.

And he's early.
Sorry about that.

- They're all gonna be early.

Just give me five minutes,

and we'll get this show
on the road, okay?

- Should I hit you
with some coffee?

- Like a heavyweight.

Morning, kipper.

- A few things shifted
in the schedules...

wow. You're like a ninja.

- Did you know that he was in...

- No, I had no idea.
I'm so sorry.

- Is this a bad time?

- You know what?
It's fine.

Why don't you just give us
five minutes, huh?

- You sure?

- Yeah. Yeah. Absolutely.
It's okay. Five minutes.

Is everything okay, Marvin?

- Sure.

I mean, I... Could complain,
but who'd listen, right?

- You can't just
come in here like this.

- Well, I asked if this
was a bad time.

- It is a bad time.
It's... It's inappropriate.

- All right.

I do apologize.

- What can I do for you, Marvin?
What brings you here?

- Well... I heard you were hiring,

so, buddy, I thought I'd take
a crack at that job.

- Excuse me?

- Now, I know I might not be
the exact right peg

for this particular hole,

but I thought if I just let you
know that I was interested,

maybe you could see your way
to giving me a shot.

You know how much a job like
this could turn my life around.

Plus, this would be great...
you and I working together...

don't you think?

- You're serious?

- Sure. I mean, why not?

- You're not qualified.

Um, you worked
for a book company, right?

Honestly, I don't even know
what it was you did there.

- I was the shipping manager.

It was a scholastic
book company.

- You shipped books.

- Scholastic.

- This is a job for a creative
assistant, you know.

I need someone who's familiar
with ad-agency workflow.

I need someone
who knows the formats

of artistic presentations
based on industry standards.

- I can learn formats.

- I need someone
who can create content,

who can write copy.

- Ohh.
Those are just ideas, man.

Ideas, I've got.

- Marvin. Marvin.

This is a job
for recent graduates

with a degree in marketing
or advertising.

It's a job for young people.

- Well, I'm not exactly
ancient here.

- You're almost
40 goddamn years old!

- Hey. Hey, hey.

I never said I was a slam dunk
for this thing.

That's why they call it a favor.

Look, I need a job.
You got one to give.

You're supposed to be
my friend here.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

This is not the job for you.

It's just not, and I need you
to understand that.

Okay.

- Is that what I think it is?

- It sure is.

- You kept her license.

- I kept her whole purse...
keys and all.

- Why?
W- why would you do that?

- So I could get her cat.

Yeah.
I kept vanilla, too.

- Vanilla.

Sure.

Well, um
that's very humane of you.

But why do you
still have that?

- I don't know.

In case I need it.

- Need it for what?

- A rainy day, I guess.

You know what gets me in my gut?

The fact that the fate
of this woman

doesn't bother you at all.

- It bothers me.
I assure you that it bothers me.

- Really? Yeah,
well I don't see that.

What I do see is you
kissing your wife.

I see you playing God here
at the office.

I see you lining up
"miss shake and wiggle"

as your next little diversion,

but what I don't see is the fate
of poor Abigail weighing on you.

It weighs on me.

It weighs on me hard.

She's in every room I go into.

She's here with us...
Right now.

I see her,

and my conscience screams at me.

But I manage.

I manage to keep it bottled up
and keep my mouth shut.

And I do all of that...

...because I think
that you're my friend.

Now, you are my friend, right?

- Yep.

Yeah.

- Then you best
keep me believing it.

Now... I need a job,

and you got one to give.

So, you tell me, kipper...

What would a friend do?

- It's "just lunch dot com. "

I'm just saying...
let's make it a sexy lunch.

- Sexy.

- But not too sexy,

just focusing on the more
physical aspects of dating,

you know... dancing in clubs,

skimpy outfits on the beach,

music-driven romantic,
but with a more sexual edge.

- Sexual.

- And then we end
on the sunset imagery.

- And all is well.
- A sunset.

Not exactly reinventing
the wheel, are we?

Uh, yeah.
I think I can sell that.

- Oh, really, boss man?
You can sell sex?

Congratulations.

I'll call tmz
for the exclusive right now.

- You know, let he
who has a better idea

cast the first stone, okay?
How about that?

Lock it up,
and we'll meet tomorrow.

- Well, I-I-I have an idea.

And I think it's
a pretty good one, too.

- Yeah. Okay.

This should be good, new guy.

- Let's hear it, new guy.

- Well, all right.

Um, I was just thinking
that these dating websites

are mostly used by
desperate, middle-aged women...

you know, the ones that are
all bitter and worried

about their biological clocks
and whatnot.

You know the type...

those stuck-up asshole chicks
your wife knows a ton of.

- Where's he going with this?

- Shut up, Ben.
It's just getting good.

No, go on.

- Well, I-I just think
if you want

all these chicks to sign up
for this,

what you go to do then
is scare them

into thinking
what'll happen if they don't.

- Guys. Guys.

- What?

Did I strike gold here
or what?

- Man, no.
No, no, no, no.

Basic principle
of advertising...

stay positive.

Positive product,
positive users...

especially when you're selling
recreational products.

You pitch fear and negativity,
we're dead in the water.

- Forget that.
Did you even read the brief?

We already get women 30 to 55.

We're trying to go younger.

Eyes on the demographic
prize, dude.

Where's this guy from, boss man?

- Meeting's over.

- Why would you do that?

Are you kidding me?

What would possess you
to do that?

- Maybe I'm just trying to be
a nice guy or something.

- You already
gave him money, kip.

You had me pimp him out
to my friends.

What more are you
expected to do?

And why are you expected to do
any of this in the first place?

Who is this guy to you?

- He's an old friend, Claire.

- And that qualifies him
to work in advertising.

How's that working out
for you, pal?

This guy struggles
with personal hygiene.

- Look! I n...

maybe I'm just growing
a conscience

about this whole thing.

You're not really a conscience
kind of guy, kip.

- Man, look at this.

We can't use this, can we?

- This is Marvin's work?

- Of course it's Marvin's work.

It's stapled, and he misspelled
"your" on the cover.

- Okay, okay. I get it.
He's clearly not up to speed.

I mean, why did you have him
format it?

- Why? Why?
Because he's the assistant.

What... we're not
supposed to ask

the low guy on the totem pole
to do the grunt work here now?

- These tests are sort of
the nature of the job.

- Why is this guy even here?
- Okay! I get it! All right?

Let's move past this.

And you might want to remember

just for a second
who you work for.

All right,
the meeting's at 10:00.

How long's it gonna take to
print and assemble new packets?

- How many of us doing it?
- Me and you.

We could knock it off
in about an hour and a half.

- Okay, well, let's be here
at 8:00, then.

- Uh, they're gonna need to be
reformatted, as well.

- Yeah, Jerry, I get that!
Thanks, pal!

All right, well, I'll get
started on this right away,

and I won't leave
until it's tip-top.

- No, no. No, it's okay.

Look, I got it.
Kimber.

I got it. Okay?

My mess.

- How goes the penance?

Evening, tad.

Yeah. That's what this is,
isn't it?

Penance.

- It gives me a great deal of
displeasure to see this, kip.

Bordering on disgust,
if I'm to be honest.

- It's not my best moment. No.

- This man you hired

was grossly underqualified

and inappropriate
for the position.

- What could I say?
I took a chance.

Was he the obvious choice?

No, but...
- spare me the justifications.

Please.

I'm no stranger to nepotism.

In fact, I find it useful

because it often comes with
built-in loyalty and trust,

but it only works if the person
that you're hiring

can actually fill the position
you're placing them in,

because ultimately,

it's your good reputation
that's on the line.

You have to be able to stand
behind them... all the way.

This was so uncharacteristic
of you.

And that's fortunate,

because it hurts your standing
less than it might have.

- I appreciate that.

I- I really do.

- Okay.

Now...

When you finish
this campaign triage,

you

will...

Terminate this man's employ.

Yes?

Yes.

- Good.

Kip...

We all make messes.
It happens.

You just have to be able
to clean them up

before they leave a stain.

- Can I get a refill, please?

- Hey, sit wherever
you like, handsome.

I'll be with you in a sec.

See? Told you I'd be fast.

Uh, what can I get for you?

- Um, I think I'm just gonna
start with coffee.

- All righty.
I got you covered.

So, whenever you're ready
to order some grub,

just give me a wave.

I'm not going anywhere.

- Miss? Um... Sorry.

There was a waitress
that used to work here,

and I was wondering
if she still did.

Um, her name was Abby?

- Abby.

- Abby soren?

Do you know her?

- No, no. Not really.

- Huh. Hang tight.

Thank you.

May I?

- Sure.

- So...

What brought you
to ask about Abby?

Uh, I don't know.

Sorry. Who are you?

- Oh. Gail pinback. I'm a cop.

Why ask about Abby?

- I don't know.

Uh, she waited on me
last time I was here.

- And when was that?

- It was a while ago.
I don't remember, exactly.

But you remember everyone
that waits on you.

By name.

- No. No.

She was, uh...
She's a pretty girl.

- Huh. Funny that would matter.
You're married.

- 'Cause I'm married
I can't look?

- Ah. You did more than look,
though, right?

You were interested...

interested enough
to ask about her.

What's the story there?

- "What's the story?"

What exactly
are you accusing me of?

- Huh.

I haven't accused you
of a damn thing, cowboy.

Something I should know?

- You know what?

You're coming on really strong
right now,

and if I'm becoming defensive,
that would be why.

- Oh, is it?

- Yeah. It is.

I ask about a waitress I know
who used to work here.

I don't know why.
I just thought to.

You want to tell me
what this is all about?

- Abby's gone missing.

- Missing, huh?

Really?

- Yeah.
So has her cat.

- Cat?
That's weird, huh?

- Yeah.

So, cowboy, are you sure

you're just asking about her
'cause she's "pretty"?

- What brings you back here?

This is your first time back,
ain't it?

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- I'm here every night.

I go by where she lived,
where she worked.

- Why?!

- I told you.
It weighs on me.

- Well, there's a cop in there

who just stuck her head
pretty far up my ass,

just for asking about her.

- You asked about her?
Ohh.

Why would you do something
like that?

- Because. Because I wanted
to know what they knew.

Because you fucking
threatened me!

Threatened you.

Seriously?

You know God damn well
what you did.

- Wait. Hold on.

Kip!

I- I think we've got ourselves

a little miscommunication
going on here.

- I don't think so. I think
you were pretty crystal clear.

- Kip, you are getting this
all wrong.

Look, I admit I was
in a desperate place,

but that's all changed now...
all for the better, all of it.

- For the better?
How do you figure that?

Blackmail, extortion...
that's for the better?!

I trusted you!

- Of course you did.
And you can.

You should trust me.

- Oh, how do you figure that?

- "How do I figure?"

After what I've done for you?

- Oh, after what you did
for me... the big favor.

You know,
it's not much of a favor

if you keep using it
to squeeze me

for whatever the fuck
you want next!

I'm like your own personal
goddamn atm machine!

- Okay. You're upset.

I can see that, so I'm not
gonna take it personally.

I'm gonna be the bigger man here
and walk away.

After all, we're friends,

and now we got to work together.

- No. No, no, no, no, no.
Not anymore, asshole.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means you are
so fucking fired.

- You're kidding?

You can't just fire me.

- No. I did. I just did it.
It's done.

- Oh, yeah?
On what grounds?

- Oh, on the grounds

that you don't know
what the fuck you're doing!

You don't have any business
in that office.

You are unqualified,

and you fuck up everything
that you touch.

I told you.

I told you that job
wasn't for you.

- No.

This... this has nothing
to do with that.

You just want to share
your little kingdom with me.

- It has everything to do
with that.

- Bullshit!

There are people there

that know me now.

You can't just make me gone.

- Oh, this doesn't come
from just me.

This comes from everybody,
from the c. E.O. On down.

There is not one person
who wants you there.

I couldn't save your job there
if my life depended on it.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe it does.

- Now, that is a threat.

- No, it's not a threat.
It's a fact.

- Yeah, so, if I don't do
everything that you want,

then you're gonna run off
to the cops.

You call it what you want.

That is fucking extortion.

- You still don't get this,
do you?

Our fates are intertwined, man.

We did this together.

We killed that girl.

- "We"? "We killed"?

- Y-you know what I mean.

We did this... both of us...
a- and we had to.

That Abby chick was gonna ruin
you, kip... not me.

But I stood up for you
because I am your friend.

- No.

You're not my goddamn friend.

Friends don't ask for payback.

- You son of a bitch.

I save your life, and now, what,
you're gonna destroy mine?

- Motherfucker!

I am not responsible
for your life!

- Oh, yeah?

Well, you can sure as shit
bet I'm gonna ruin yours.

- You're gonna go to the cops?

- You're goddamn right I am.

So, go.

So, do it.

Do it. Do it.

There is a cop right in there
who's working on this case.

Go ahead.
Turn me in.

Unh-unh.
You're not gonna do it.

As much as you act like
you have nothing to lose,

we both know that you do.

I go to jail...

You go to jail.

You're right, marv.

Our fates are intertwined.

Good. Thank you.
Thank you. Oh.

- Great job.
That was very informative.

- Oh, thank you.
- Very informative.

- Thanks a lot.
Thanks a lot.

We're really looking forward
to working with you guys.

- How'd we do?

- Great.

That is one dead dragon.

Thank God.

I hate to think that we circled
the wagons for nothing.

- No. We did great.

You... You did great.

Thank you for coming in early
this morning.

You saved the day.
- Hey!

Mr. Harrison wanted me to have
Marvin come to your office

as soon as the presentation
was over,

but I can't locate him.

- Marvin's gone.

- He is?

- He won't be coming back.

- Do...

- that's all for right now, okay?

More.

- Mm.

There you go.

- Today that good, huh?

- Mm. It has been
quite a run, kid.

Let me tell you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I would keep that bottle handy.

- You're gonna drink that right
in front of me, aren't you?

- I'm drinking this
for you, baby.

I'm removing temptation

by selflessly using up
the forbidden fluid...

Basically sacrificing
my own body to save yours.

- Oh. My hero.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- Come on.

Maybe if you're lucky,
I'll let you rub my feet later.

- Mm. Wow.
You are such a giver.

- Don't I know it.

- Uh, kip?

- Yeah.

- Can you come here a second?

- Sure.

- Now.

Kip!

- I'm coming.

Evening, Marvin.

What's on your mind?

- You know goddamn well
what's on my mind.

- You know, you can't just
come in here like that.

We could call the authorities.

- So call them!

Course... You wouldn't let her
do that, would you?

- Oh, don't be so sure
about that.

- Claire. Claire!

- I want what you owe me.

I don't owe you anything.

- Bullshit.

- What does he mean,
what you owe him?

- Marvin here went
and got himself fired.

- Got myself fired?

That's a crock.

You fired me.
You did!

And after what I did for you.

- Not here.
- No?

No, you're not gonna call
my bluff no more?

- All right! Stop it!

I have had it with this...

whatever the fuck this is.

I don't know exactly
what's transpiring,

but it's late, and I'm tired,

and, Marvin, you being here
at this hour uninvited

is highly inappropriate.

Kip, will you just grow a pair

and tell your friend that
he needs to come back...

- I'm not his friend.

Hell, you don't have
any friends, do you?

You don't actually like anybody.

You just see people for
what you can get from them.

You have folks.

You have folks for laughs,

folks for respect,

folks for sex,

for approval...

For worship.

But when you needed
that one dirty deed done,

you didn't call any of them,
did you?

- Marvin.

- No, no, no, no, no.

You called me,

'cause I'm the guy that's up
for anything, right?

So fucking far beneath you,

you figured I'd do anything just
so you'd throw a look my way.

I'm your bottom-line guy.

- What is he talking about, kip?

- Baby, will you just go upstairs
and wait for me?

Marvin and I, we need
to hash some things out.

- No, I'm not gonna
wait upstairs.

Something really fucked up
is brewing between you two,

and I want to know what it is.

- Claire, God damn it.
This is between us! Just go up...

- she... Stays.

The lovely wife.

Beautiful house.

Money in the bank.

Great job.

Casual fucks with pretty girls
whenever you want.

Respect.

- What?

- You got everything, man.

You got it all.

And I got nothing.

Status quo, right?

See?

And you think all this is okay.

But it is not okay.

And you need to understand that.

And in order for you
to understand that,

you need to lose something.

Oh!

- Don't!

- What the fuck?
What the fuck have you done?!

- I am giving you perspective.

- I'm calling an ambulance.
I'm calling a goddamn ambulance!

- You sure you want
to do that, kipper?

You get her to a hospital,

and all this shit about Abby's
gonna come out in the light.

You'll lose Claire, for sure...

Not to mention your freedom,
your career, your money.

You will lose everything...

guaranteed.

- Kip! God, help me!

Kip.

- But you let her lie there

and bleed out on their floor,

she's the only thing you lose.

You get to keep everything else.

Either way this plays out,
Claire's gone,

but it's your choice what else
goes with her.

- Kip.

Baby, what are you waiting for?

Please help me!

Kip.

Kip.

Kip! What are you doing?!

Kip!

Please.

- That's what I thought.

Kip! Please.

- You selfish son of a bitch.

- Kip!
Kip, please!

Please help me, kip!

Kip!
- I'm sorry.

- What the hell is going on here?

No!

- And this time, you're digging
the fucking hole.

- I can't.

I can't.

Fine.

I'll get the fucking thing.

What am I gonna say
happened to her?

Eh, you'll think of something.

Hell, that's your forte,
ain't it?

Spin and whatnot?

Now... You get to go and get on
with your life, right?

Like nothing ever happened.

You think you can live
with this one, too?

One thing you taught
me tonight...

I can live with anything.

- Kip, I'm so sorry.
Before you go in...

- not now.

Good morning, Marvin.

- I want $50,000.

Cash.

Small bills.

When?

- How soon can I get it?

- Couple of days.

- That'll be fine.

I'm not unreasonable.

- Appreciate it.

- Call me when you got it.
You can drop it by the house.

- Kip.

What are you doing here?

- I have what you want.

Now?

Do you realize what time it is?

- Yeah. I do.
You want this or not?

- Well, yeah.

I just thought you were
gonna call first.

- I'm coughing up $50,000 here.

Seems like you could be a little
flexible on time of delivery.

I guess you're right.

- I've got an early flight.

I want to get out of town
for a while.

I scheduled that
based on my convenience.

Forgive me
if it infringes on yours.

- Oh. No. It's no problem.

So, um, it's all in there, huh?

- Yeah.

I need a beer, Marvin.

- Yeah, sure.

I, uh... I could use
one of those myself.

Sorry it's the maid's week off.

Plumber, too.

Got a couple beers in here,
I think.

These two will be nice.

Aah!

- You like that, motherfucker?
You like that?

- Ohh!

- Wow.

You guys have been pals
this long?

- Yeah.

- Huh.

Ain't that something?

I'm ready to tell you
the truth now.

I'll tell you everything.

- Huh. Well, I do love
me some confession,

but to be honest,

I don't actually have to hear

this whole song and dance
right now.

I think we got the bulk of it
pieced together...

prior to you going ginsu on
your pal in there, of course.

Hey. Look.

Let's make this easy, okay?

You fill in the blanks for me,

and we'll worry about your
formal statement later.

That work for you?

- Yeah. Sure.

- Okay, so, for the record,
this was self-defense, right?

- Of course.

- When did he bring out the gun?

- Right in there, in the kitchen.

He said he was gonna kill me.

- Well, I would hope the hell so
with you sticking him like that.

Why were you over here
at such a weird hour?

- He called me.

He said he knew
something about...

- About your wife.

- Yeah.

How'd you know?

- 'Cause I'm good.
That's how.

- My wife, Claire.

She's been missing
since the night before last.

I called to file a report,

and they said
they couldn't do anything

until she'd been gone two days.

- Standard.

But... She's not the first woman

that you've known to go missing
recently, now, is she?

- That's why I called you.

- So, you knew good old
Abby the waitress after all?

I was sleeping with her.

I didn't say anything before,
you know, being married and all.

- Yeah.

What about your little, uh,
pincushion pal in there?

How'd he know her?

- He didn't. Not really.

Marvin's always been
the jealous type,

always knocking me down
for things I had that he didn't.

- Wow. Sounds like
a real keeper.

- Last week he told me that
he knew about the affair.

He'd been following me,

and he started shaking me down
for stuff.

- Stuff? Like what?

- Money.

He had my wife set him up
with a friend of hers.

He even had me give him a job
at my office.

Almost got me fired.

All that time, I'm trying
to contact Abby, you know,

but she's not answering
her phone, she's not at work.

I wanted to make sure
she was okay

and... and see if Marvin
was blackmailing her, too.

- She'd gone missing, though?

- Yeah.

And then when my boss made me
fire Marvin

from the job I got him...

Claire went missing, too.

- Color me surprised.

What did good old Marvin
say to you

that had you scurrying
over here?

- He said he knew something.

He said he knew something
about where Claire was.

- And when you got here?

- He said he killed her.

He said he killed my Claire.

He said he killed Abby, too.
I don't know.

- And let me guess...
that you were next.

- No. No.
He... he wanted more money.

I told him to go to hell,

and that's when
he pulled the gun.

- Gotcha.

And you made with the whole
perforation dance thing.

- He was just saying that, right?

He wouldn't hurt Claire.
He was just trying to scare me.

I mean, she's just missing
right now.

There's still a chance, right?

There's still a chance.

- We found two bodies
in the backyard.

- No.

- Two women.

We still have to do
a positive I.D.,

but I think we both know
who those women are.

- No!

Fuck!

- One woman was shot.

The other was beaten to death.

We still have to match
the weapons,

but I think it's safe to say
what the results are gonna be.

Sorry to be the bearer, cowboy.

- So, what happens now?

We go to the station. What?

- Now? No.

Like I said, at some point,
we'll get a formal statement,

but now you go home.

Now you get some rest.

- That's it?

I'm free to go?
You don't want to press charges?

I'm innocent?

- Well, you probably won't be
charged with anything,

but you're hardly
innocent, right?

I mean, you shoved your man
sausage in the wrong woman,

ended up getting your wife dead.

No.

No, you haven't escaped
your punishment, cowboy.

You have to look at yourself
in the mirror every single day,

and I suspect that's gonna be
a tall order from here on out...

Unless, of course,

you're one seriously coldhearted
son of a bitch.

- So I can go?

- Yeah. You can go.
I'm sick of looking at you.

But, uh...

Stay available, cowboy.

- Right.

- My God.

You could sell anything to
anyone you wanted, couldn't you?

You could get supermodels
to buy donuts.

- What am I gonna say
happened to her?

- Eh, you'll think of something.

And now you get to go and get on
with your life, right?

Like nothing ever happened.

Think you can live
with this one, too?

- One thing
you taught me tonight...

I can live with anything.

# Sing me a song of redemption #

# sing a little prayer for me #

# I lived a life
full of misgivings #

# somebody come
and rescue me, yeah #

# babe, baby #

# midnight's comin' #

# just me and the mean ol'
moon's gonna howl tonight #

# babe, baby #

# midnight's comin' for you #

# just me and the mean ol'
moon's gonna howl tonight #

# I'm all turned around
in my mind #

# and I'm too tired #

# you took pieces of my pride #

And I