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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Well, right here.

All this is my Martian landscape.

Somewhere in this room is an African veldt.

Just beyond, perhaps, is a small Illinois town where I grew up. And I'm

surrounded on every side by my magician's toy shop.

I'll never starve here.

I just look around, find what I need, And begin.

I'm Ray Bradbury.

And this is... Well then,

right now, what shall it be?

Out of all this, what do I choose to make the story?

I never know where the next one will take me.

The trip?

Exactly one half exhilaration.

Exactly one half terror.

What are you smiling at?

Finally, I get the last laugh.

Cheers.

And good riddance.

Damn.

You can't be too careful, can we, Huxley?

Fits nicely in your pocket, or I can throw in a shoulder holster for another

bucks.

Mister.

Sorry, this is fine. I'll take it just like this.

You'll be needing some of these.

Bullets? Yeah.

Works better that way.

You know how to use one of these.

I just want to scare him.

Him?

Prowlers, thieves.

Anyone who might steal from me.

Oh.

Right.

I just want to scare them.

I just want to scare them.

Guess you just got scared to death, eh, Hux? Ha!

Well, you ain't gonna be making a fool of nobody no more, are you, old bean?

Why did you leave me on all this time?

Well, I did no such thing. I said I wouldn't read your story.

Not publish it.

I spent almost a year on this.

I worked it into what you told me it should be.

Well, it's no good.

None of it is.

It never was.

Let's face it, Acton.

You have no talent.

You never have and you never will.

I never would have wasted any time with you at all.

All the promises, just lies.

No, no, I was doing Mary a favor.

A favor?

In return for what?

Are you alone?

Well, isn't that what you want?

Come in, Alvin. Close the door.

Take off your coat.

I almost blew it.

The nail won't bleed.

You would have loved that.

I've been the fool.

No talent as a writer.

And no talent as a murderer.

Wise to your tricks.

fine bottle of scotch in the cabinet.

Here's to your Mary.

I want you to stay away from my wife.

It's all over now, Acton.

It's all over between us.

Relax, okay?

At last, she told me she was leaving.

This, this is that Fabrizio.

Here.

Here is something from the Ming Dynasty.

Feel that texture. Go ahead.

Huh?

Here.

This is a piece of pre -Columbian.

It's a great house.

You must take the grand tour.

Stop pigeonizing me.

This is an extraordinary chess set.

Very remarkable.

Touch this.

Feel this richness.

Stop.

You and your money and your damn thing. I didn't come here to talk about the

thing.

I came here to kill you.

Well, of course you did.

Of course I did.

I didn't touch that.

I didn't touch that.

I'm sorry.

Better safe.

Better safe than sorry.

No more fingerprints.

Gloves.

There's got to be gloves in here somewhere.

Gloss.

You'll be free, I promise you.

Recon, Ian.

You must see my house.

Did I?

Take that.

And that.

Huxley, open the door.

Please, Hux.

Go away.

Go away.

Huxley, I know you're in there.

It was...

Go

ahead, pick it up.

Go ahead.

Take a look at it.

And it's beautiful, isn't it?

Look at that lovely design.

Isn't that beautiful?

Go ahead, handle it. I don't mind.

Time.

Okay. Time. Time to kill.

Here,

take it.

Here, take it.

All right.

Aim it at me. Aim it at me.

Go on, pull the trigger. Go on.

Go on, you coward. Pull the trigger!

Go on!

You stupid coward. Go on!

All right, you stupid cowards.

Oh, my God.

No bullet, huh?

Not loaded.

That's just like you.

They come here ready to kill with no ammunition, huh?

How dumb you are. What a crumb you are.

Now, wonder, Mary, loathe you.

Laugh about you.

God bless wonder.

You spineless weasel!

What a gutless one day with a spineless weasel in your heart!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

And I didn't muddle it.

Every piece has a print on it.

Gotta find every piece.

Gotta find every piece.

Polish every piece.

Hux, darling?

Mary. Me?

You want Hux?

I'll give you Hux.

Hurry. Nobody down here.

All right. Upstairs.

He's up here.

Good morning.

I'm almost done.

Take him away.

It's crazy.

What is?

Well, last week I had to tell Hutch that he probably had less than a month to

live. Are you his doctor?

Doctor?

Neighbor.

Friend.

He had terminal cancer.

Did you know the guy who killed him?

Acton? Mm -hmm. No, not really.

Met him a couple of times. Strange word.

Writer.

Funny.

Guessing the way he did Huck's a big favor.

Hmm.