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("IF I HAD $1000000" PLAYING)

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ Well, I'd buy you a house ♪

TOM: You know, you ever heard
someone say that old expression

"Everything happens
for a reason"?

Well, I don't think
that applies to me.

I mean, I spend every morning
rushing to work,

trying to catch the same subway
to the same lousy job.

What's the reason for that?

See, I'm a researcher for one
of the biggest publishing house

in Chicago, but where
I really belong is in Creative.

The problem is,
is my boss doesn't know it yet,

so I'm totally frustrated.
While my friend Paul
keeps telling me,

"You gotta be optimistic.
You gotta be positive."

Okay. Okay. You know what?

Today is gonna be my lucky day.
Today is gonna be my--

(GRUNTS)
Oh!

Wow!
Hey, look at that.
It's your lucky day.

Did you just see that?

I've seen it a million times.
You want it?

Mm, no.

I don't want it. Go ahead,
you got a new briefcase.

Yeah, maybe it's got a name
on it or something.

Oh, come-- What are you, nuts?
What?

You're gonna return it?
Yeah.

PAUL: Did you not just say
you needed a new one?

Yeah, when I get my raise.

Haven't you been working there
for, like, a year?

I bet Taylor doesn't even know
you work there. I'd be pissed.

Are you pissed? I'd be pissed.

Yeah, I'm...
I'm a little pissed.

You know, come to think of it,
I've never really seen you
angry before.

Henderson, you ever seen
Tom really angry?
No.

All right, fine.
So I don't get angry.
What is that, a bad thing?

It's, you know,
you keep it bottled up,

and then sooner or later
you come into work,

and you mow everyone down
with one of those, uh...

AK-47.
PAUL: AK-47.

You know, just to impress, uh...

Jodie Foster.
Jodie Foster.

(CHUCKLES) All right. I'll do it
on your day off, all right?

(BRAKES SQUEALING)
PAUL: Touché.

There she is.
It's your Jodie Foster.

Paul, come on, man.

How you ever
gonna get to know her
if you just sit there?

TOM:
It's Taylor's daughter, man.
I can't just...

You can't just what? Huh?
Are you gonna be a loser
your whole life?

Hmm? Just go over there
and talk to her. Go.

TOM: Okay, fine. I'm going.

I'm going.
You're going.

MAN: (OVER PA) Lake Street.
Lake Street is next.

You're Tom Stansfield, right?
From Research?

Yeah. Yeah. Tom, Tom Stansfield.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Stansfield from Research.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

It's a growing sport, you know?

Paul, there is no way
that she thought that
it was a wrestling magazine.

Oh, come on. Get over it, okay?

You... you're
a little embarrassed.
It happens, okay?

Let me tell you something.
If I had a dime for every time

a gay naked magazine fell out
of my-- I'm kidding.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
What? Paul.

No. But seriously,
so you're a little humiliated.

At least now we've established
that she knows
who you are, right?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'm gonna have to leave
the company.
No, you're not.

Oh, God. There she is.

Oh, and I need to see the proofs
on Thailand immediately.

Mm-hmm.
What else have we got?

(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(PRINTER BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Are you Tom?
Yes.

Mr. Taylor wants to see you.

Oh, what... Okay.

Okay.

PAUL: Okay, you see?
This is your chance.

This is fate.
This is what I'm talking about.

It's about that
new opening in Creative,
and you're the man for the job.

You're gonna go in there
and you're gonna pitch him
those book ideas.

No, I just--
I'm really not ready.

Let's get to business.
Now we're stepping up. Okay.

Come on. You're gonna go
in there, you're gonna pitch him
an inside curve--

Wait. Wait.
Where is my blue folder?
You don't need it.

Enough with the excuses already.
Come here.

You look good. You feel good?
Okay. I feel like
I'm gonna throw up.

Well, that's good.
I want you to use that, okay?

What is this?
Is this Dad's? It's nice.
Now get in there, okay?

Don't... don't touch my ass.
What? It was a light spank.
It was light.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.
Hey.

Uh. Do I just go in there?

Uh, no, he's not finished yet,
but you can have a seat
over there.

Oh, okay.
JACK: Let me explain something
to you, Henderson.

I did not dislike your ideas.

I found them loathsome.

I hated them.

You're dismissed.

From your office?

Nice try.

HENDERSON: Good luck.
You're gonna need it

with that sadistic...
He's ready to see you.

...British freak!
You can come in.

HENDERSON: You know what?

We should have never let up
after the Revolution!

Sit down. Sit down. Coffee?

We shouldn't have left you
a toehold! We should have
driven you into the sea!

Now, what's this I hear
about you making threats

to spray this place
with an AK-47?

What?

Oh, oh, oh.

No. That--
I was just making a joke.

Oh, that's funny to you?
Killing everyone in this office?

No, no. No, no, no.

The-- Paul said
how I never get angry.

And what about you making fun
of midgets?

I never made fun of midgets.

You said
"It'd be fun to date one

because then you could
rest your beer on her head."

No. No. I... I never said
anything like that.

Apparently, Henderson
thinks you did.

Now, I've got
a good sense of humor,
but that's just plain sick.

But, sir, I didn't say--
JACK: Audrey?

Which file did I ask you for?

Uh, the Platt file?
JACK: John Platt. Not Sam Platt.

AUDREY: I'm sorry.
I guess I didn't think--

JACK: That's right.
You didn't think. Now, if it's
not too much trouble,

if you could fetch me
the right file...
Okay.

...and, uh, get Tom
and me some doughnuts.
Okay.

JACK: Now...

I'm told you've been trying
to schedule a meeting with me

about some ideas. What are they?

Oh, uh, yeah.
I... I had some ideas.

(SLURPS)

Something wrong with the coffee?

Uh, no. It's fine.

Why'd you make a face?
What?

Um, well, it's...
it's a little bitter, but...

Jesus. Audrey, get in here!
Sir, really, it's not a problem.

I've burped up stuff
better than this.

Sir, it's fine.
Is something wrong?

Taste Tom's coffee.

No, really. It's okay.

How would you rate that?

Well, it's not that great.

Not that great. I guess so.
Tom thinks it's shit.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Audrey, are you retarded?

It's not a rhetorical question.
Are you retarded?

No, I'm not retarded.

Because a retarded person
can make a cup of coffee.
Am I right, Tom?

Oh, I... I don't...
I don't really

know much about the limitations
of the handicapped.

I know of an employment agency
that hires out retarded people

for four dollars an hour.

So, if making a cup of coffee
is too difficult a task for you,

Miss Bennett, perhaps you'd be
good enough to let me know,

and I'll contact this agency
and give a retarded person
a job.

(MOUTHING) Wow.

I wasn't too rough on her,
was I?

Well, she is new and all.
Maybe I was out of line.

But do you understand
what I'm dealing with?

I mean, here I am trying
to fill a position in Creative,

and I can't seem to find
one person responsible
enough to earn my trust.

I sometimes wonder
if anyone here even knows
what they're doing.

I can understand how you could
see it that way, sir, but--

So you don't think
I was out of line?

Well, if what you're saying is

that a company is only as strong
as its weakest link,

that makes sense, but--
Exactly. That's exactly right.

A company is only as strong
as its weakest link.

TOM: Yeah--
Audrey, get in here!

You were right, Tom.
I was too soft on her.

What? No--
Yeah?

JACK: Audrey, after talking it
over with Tom here...
AUDREY: Mm-hmm.
...I've come to realize

that I'm gonna have
to let you go.

You're firing me?
JACK: I'm sorry.

It's just not working out.
But that--

No, no, no. You were right.
But, sir, I wasn't suggesting--

A chain is only as strong
as its weakest link.

Right, but there's
a whole other--
JACK: I need employees

who can take responsibility.
Thanks for the support.

Audrey, empty out your desk
by the end of the day.

Fine.
JACK: That's been
very helpful.

Sir, this...
JACK: Thanks for straightening

me out there, Tom.
Right, right.

But I... I didn't get
to say what I wanted to say.

Oh, your ideas, of course.

Schedule an appointment
with my new secretary.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Tom.

Are you okay?
Uh... yeah, sure.

I'm guessing by the way
you look he's on another one
of his rampages

this morning.
(CHUCKLES HESITANTLY)
Definitely.

Damn.

I was hoping to catch him
in a good mood.

Yeah, that's, um, that's
probably not gonna happen.

I'm supposed to go
to this party tonight,
but my dad's making me housesit

for his stupid bird
while he's away this weekend.

Well, why don't you just go
in there and tell him
you're not gonna do it?

(CHUCKLES HESITANTLY)
I can't just...

You can't just what?

I mean, live your own life
and have a free weekend?

No, it's not that.

Well...

Wait, it... it is that.
Yeah.

I should just go to that party.
Yeah. Of course.

Well, um...

Okay, I'm gonna go back to,
um, work.

Okay, sure.

Tom?

I know this might seem
a little out of place

because we barely
even know each other,

but do you have
any plans tonight?

(MOUTHING) No, no!
Uh, no. I'm wide open.

We won't be home too late.
(CHUCKLES) Hey, it's no problem.

So the party starts at seven.
You could be at my dad's house
by six?

Sure.
LISA: You sure you're cool
with this?

TOM: Are you kidding me?
(SIGHS) Tom, you're such
a sweetheart.

Thank you so much.
I'm gonna love you forever
for this.

All right. Yeah,
who's the man now?
PAUL: See? What'd I tell you?

(BOTH LAUGH)

I'm a lady killer.
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BIRDS SHRIEKING)

How the hell could he be
so excited about house sitting?

He's nice, Daddy, that's how.
Most guys wouldn't even offer
to do that.

I don't know
if I want him around my bird.

Oh, Dad, will you just relax?
It's gonna be fine.
I promise, okay?

I'll check in as soon
as I get there. Eight o'clock.

If I sense anything's wrong,
you're coming back here.

Okay. (CHUCKLES) Okay.

("HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN" PLAYS
OVER CAR STEREO)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Very good. Right on time.

Oh, sir. Um--

Hey, is that a bear trap?

Yes. It's to keep
the neighbor's kids
out of my yard.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Sir, I just wanted
to let you know
how much I appreciate you,

well, letting tonight happen.

I mean, I know it means a lot
to Lisa,

and I think you're doing
the right thing.

I don't know what you're
planning, Stansfield,

but your attitude
is making me very nervous.

Those socks are clean, right?
Um...

Wha...
You hesitated. Put those on.

Are you serious?
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

If you want to watch TV,
the remote's there.

That panel controls the lights,
alarm, skylight, etc.

Yeah, I probably won't use any
of that stuff.

You know since the party
starts at seven.

Party?

I made it clear to Lisa
you're not to have
any guests in here.

You're the only one allowed
in the house.

What? Lisa's not here?

No. Of course not.

Lisa's at the party...

and I'm staying here.

Is this concept too complicated
for you, Stansfield?

(GASPS)

Don't touch the furniture.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

And this is my bird's room.

(CHUCKLES)
He's got his own room?

That's cool.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(GASPS)
How's my little boy?

This is O.J.

O.J.? Like the murderer?

No.

Like the football player.
O.J. Simpson.

I've set the alarm.

When you hear it go off,
feed him.
(MOUSE SQUEAKING)

Aw. What do I feed
these little guys?

They don't get fed.
They are the food.

His diet varies,
but they're his favorites.

Hey, don't you have
to shut these doors?
Not anymore.

He's been depressed
since his mate died.
He won't fly.

Just sits in his cage.

Medication.

Give him two of these
at ten o'clock.

I have to shove these down
his throat?
Just one.

The other is inserted
into his rectum.

Don't worry.
It's not too unpleasant for him.

He doesn't bite, does he?
No.

Not unless you taunt him.

Not planning on taunting him,
are you, Tom?

No.
I mean, that'd be really sick.

No, of course not.

And the most important thing,
make sure he gets
a pint of water.

The medication tends
to dry him out
and then he can't breathe.

Okay.
Well, I must be off.

Henderson should be
waiting outside.

Henderson?
I thought you fired him.

Because his ideas were stupid?
Of course not.

He's gonna drive me
to the train station.

So, you can leave as soon
as Lisa and Hans get back.

Hans?

Lisa's boyfriend.

So remember, uh,
water in the bowl, medication,

and anything happens
to this house while I'm gone,

I'll kill you.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

PAUL: (OVER PHONE)
You're house-sitting?
You gotta be kidding me.

TOM: I know, it sucks.

PAUL: What are you
talking about? Don't you see?
This is a test.

You watch Taylor's house,
come up with a couple
of great ideas

and if everything goes smooth,
you get the promotion.

TOM: Uh, you think so?
PAUL: Of course I do.

What could be easier?

(CRACKLES)

("NOT WHAT I WANTED" PLAYING)

♪ Whoo ♪
♪ Lately there's been
A change in me ♪

♪ And I'm not sure
If I can handle it ♪

♪ I can't explain... ♪

LISA: (LAUGHING OVER TV)
Ah! What are you doing,
Hans? Come here.

Baby, you're gonna burn so bad

if you don't let me put this
on you right now.

♪ It was a lonely
Mixed-up tragedy ♪

♪ But it's something... ♪

Oh, my God. You scared me, Hans
You're insane.

Put that down.
Oh, I love it. Do it.

Want to put some on me?
Put some lotion on me.

♪ Not what I wanted ♪

♪ Not what I need ♪

MAN: Is Jack around?
(GASPS) Hey-- What? Who are you?

It's okay. I'm Red Taylor.
I'm Jack's son.
I let myself in the back.

Oh, hey. Tom Stansfield.
Hey.

Tom, nice to meet you.
Am I interrupting
something here?

Oh, no. Uh-- I was--
Uh-- Oh, your shoes.

Nike. Listen, Tom,
can you do me a favor?
I lost my TV Guide.

I came over here to see
if maybe my dad's got
a copy of one.

You haven't seen a copy
of the guide laying around,
have you?

My sister in?
No, actually she's out
for the evening.

Bingo. (CHUCKLES)

So, uh, you're here to...

Housesit.
Oh.

You know, it's probably
for the best if you don't tell
Lisa that I stopped by.

Why? Is there a problem?

Well, you know
how uptight she is.

Really?
I'm more the free spirit
of the family.

Oh. Oh, boy.

See that right there?

So, Kirstie Alley?
RED: Yeah.

I dated her maid.

Really?

Wow, that's really something.

RED: Hey, listen. Could you
do me a favor? It's no big deal.

TOM: Uh, sure.

A business associate
of my dad's is gonna come by
to pick this up.

Uh, it's frozen steaks,
it's a gift.

It's not cold.

Dad says that's the way
the guy likes them.
What are you gonna do?

Will you give it to him?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Just one second.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
Audrey.

Tom. Ugh!
MAN: Let's go! Come on!

I guess this makes sense.
He's got you living
with him now?

Uh, no. I'm just...
I'm just watching his place.

(CAR HORN HONKING)
He's-- Jack's out of town.

He is? Ah, shoot!
Yeah.

(CAR RADIO PLAYING)

I came by because I was hoping
to get my job back.

Yeah.
AUDREY: You know, the one

that you got me canned
from because I made
a bad cup of coffee?

Remember that?
Listen, I'm really sorry
about that.

How can you fire someone
for making a bad cup
of coffee? Huh?

I know. That's what I tried
tM say to him.

I might have had a future
at that place if you'd just
give me half a chance.

MAN: Come on!
Let's get a move on, saddlebag!

(SIGHS) Oh, my God.
That's my idiot boyfriend.

(CAR HORN HONKING)
Hold your pants,
you freaking psycho!

God. He drives me crazy.

Oh, hey, you know,
since you're on the rug,

would you mind putting these on?

They're medical--
I got them on too.
Oh, licorice.

(METAL CLANKS)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

I hate licorice.

I need water
or I'm gonna throw up.
(CAR HORN HONKING)

Ugh! Thanks to you,
I lost my second job
inside a month

and now I'm flat broke.
You lost another job?

Yeah, I got fired
from my waitress job
just last Friday.

Well, why did they fire you?
AUDREY: Oh, I don't know.

One of the assistant managers
caught me making out
with a customer.

Excuse me?

Oh, I mean,
actually the customer
was my boyfriend.

MAN: Let's go!
Oh.

I mean, he became my boyfriend
after the incident anyway.

You got any beer in here?
Oh-- Hey!

Ah! Here we go.
Um, would you mind
putting these on?

It's a house rule. Oh, actually,
that's a twist...

(TOM GRUNTS) That's the counter.
(BOTTLE TOP CLATTERING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Listen.
Jack is just a real stickler.

That'd be great.

AUDREY: No kidding.
I found that out this morning.

MAN: I swear
I am gonna freak out...

Oh, man. Spike's in a real mood.
Uh--

AUDREY: Don't even-- Hey.
(DOORBELL RINGING)

RED: Come on. Come on...

SPIKE: l swear to God, Audrey...
RED: Oh, shit!
...I'll piss on this guy's
front steps!

Let's go!
(DOORBELL RINGING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)
SPIKE:
If you don't open the door,

this second,
I'm gonna come in there and--

Hi.
(SPIKE BELCHES)

(OBJECT CLATTERING)
AUDREY: Don't worry,

nothing broke.
Hey. Baby, come on.

What are you doing leaving me
in the goddamn car?

Shake that tail, baby.
Come on. Let's get a move on.

Oh, hold your horses
and try acting civilized.

Audrey!
This is Tom,

the guy I was
telling you about.
Oh, the coffee dude.

You got some black-ass karma
headed your way, superfreak.

Oh, we don't need no lecture
from you, Mr. High and Mighty.

Hey, shut that sass-trap
of yours,

little lady, before I bounce you
off the wall.

Look, I would appreciate it
if you would take
this outside, please.

Hey, I'd appreciate it
if you'd go and buy yourself
a bagel, Jewy.

Jewy? I'm not Jewish.
And I don't think

that making fun of--
Oh, don't pay attention
to him he's nuts.

I'm nuts?
AUDREY: Who do you think
you are?

Look, can we please
take this outside?

No, you know what you are?
You're a filthy, little tramp.

Me? What about you
and that waitress?
Keep going.

I never touched her, ever.
Swear?

So help me God.
You swear on your mama's life?

Hell, woman, I ain't gonna swear
on my mama's life.

Why not, if you're telling
the truth?

I think he's telling
the truth, Audrey.

Then why won't you swear
on your mama's life?

Well, because I don't feel
like I have the right

to gamble with my mama's life,
that's why.

Gamble? But apparently
you got nothing to worry about
unless you're lying

like a hunk of morgue meat.

Okay.
SPIKE: Hey,
I ain't gonna sit here

and get called a liar
by no skanking whore.

Oh! Who you calling a whore,
you shrimpy-dimpy bastard?

Audrey, see,
now you're just provoking him.

...Flat-out, bold-faced lie...
Is it? Is it? I don't think so!

...and you know it.
I'll whip it out right now!

Whoa, no! No, no!
I'm gonna whip it out right now

and prove to you
that she's a lying slut!

Keep your meat in the fridge!
You wanna see my piece?

All right. All right. All right!
That is enough!

You go get me a ruler, Tom!
That is it.

I don't care if you have
a tiny shrimp!

Or a giant whale,
which that's--
(SHRIEKS)

Goddamn it, Audrey!
You tell him you're a liar

or I'm gonna smash
your face in, I swear!

Hey! Wait a minute!
No. All right.

Can we please just use fists?
You put that down.

SPIKE: Come here, you little...
AUDREY: You hit me,
you bastard!

SPIKE: I did not,
and you know it!
He hit me!

He hit me as sure
as I'm standing right here.

Did you hit her, Spike?
Yes.

With an open hand.
It was with an open hand.

So what if it's open?
You can't.

Then it don't count.
Says who?

Says anyone. Ask the Jew.

All right, that's it.
You two have got to leave.

All right, that's fine.
But she is not coming with me.

You are not welcome
in the double ride.

Fine, I don't care.
I don't need your lousy trailer.

I'll stay right here with Tom.
SPIKE: Fine. Stay with Tom.

Wait a minute. Whoa!

Guys, you need to try
to work this thing out.

He hit me! He knocked me
on my can!
I... I know, Audrey, I know.

Well, but it was
with an open hand
after all, and...

Well, relationships have their
ups and downs, you guys,

and you don't want to ruin
this great--
(O.J. SHRIEKING)

(SHRIEKING)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, God. The bird. O.J.!

(O.J. CONTINUE SHRIEKING)

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

(SHRIEKING CONTINUES)

(O.J. SQUAWKS)
Oh!

AUDREY: You come back here
and Tom's gonna kick your butt!

So take that!
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

(ENGINE REVVING)
SPIKE: I'm shaking
in my boots, baby!

Look at those two, O.J.
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

(AUDREY SCREAMING)
(PHONE RINGING)

(O.J. SQUAWKS)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

SPIKE: Whoa!
I ain't running away, dummy...

Hello?
LISA: (OVER PHONE)
Hi, Tom. How are ya?

Hey. Lisa. I'm... I'm great.
I'm great.
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

(PARTY MUSIC PLAYING)
Is that O.J.?

Yeah. You know,
we just had
a little drink of water.

I haven't heard him squawk
in years.

Oh, yeah. He's...
he's quite the crazy bird,
you know. (CHUCKLES HESITANTLY)

LISA: Yeah. Anyway, Tom,
I just wanted you

to know how much
I appreciate you
helping me out tonight.

But I'd like to crash
at a friend's place tonight

after the party.

Would you think it was horrible

if I asked you to stay
the whole night tonight?

Oh, well, I... I don't think
your dad would want me
staying here.

Please?
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

Yeah, I suppose I could stay.

LISA: Oh, thanks, Tom.
I really appreciate it.
See you tomorrow.

AUDREY: I ain't afraid of you
and Tom sure as hell
ain't scared neither!

Butthead! Loser!
(ENGINE REVVING)

(HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Oh, my God. Thank God he's gone.
Hey, so is it okay
if I stay here tonight?

Oh, man, it's...
it's not even my house.
Oh, yeah.

Okay. Well, I sure as hell
don't want any charity.

I mean, it's not like
you owe me anything, so...

And I'm sorry
about that whole office thing.

I know that you didn't mean
to get me fired.

Yeah. You didn't deserve
to get fired.
Thanks.

Okay.

Well, I guess I'll just go try
to find a homeless shelter then.

(LOCK CLICKS)
So...

Wait a second.
Yeah?

God. (STAMMERS)

I suppose you can stay.
Really? Thanks, Tom.

You're the best.
Oh, and I'll clean up
the kitchen, okay?

Okay.
Okay. Okay.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

TOM: Yeah. One second.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
RED: There's somebody
at the door.

TOM: Hi. Uh, can I help you?

Vasquez sent me here
to pick up a package.

Oh, you're the... Yeah, yeah.
Red told me you might be
stopping by.

Uh, oh. Hi, I'm Tom.

What is this, Oprah?
Just give me
the goddamn package.

Oh. Okay. Yeah.

I think this is it.

If this ain't kosher,
I'm gonna break his thumbs.

Well, by law, it should be
stamped right
on the package there.

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING
OVER STEREO)

What--

(SQUAWKS)

Oh! Dinnertime, buddy.

(MOUSE SQUEAKS)

(O.J. SQUAWKS)
TOM: O.J....

today's specials include
a scrumptious buffet
of mice kebabs.

(SQUAWKS)
Oh, shit! Oh, crap.

(O.J. SQUAWKS)
(MICE SQUEAKING)

TOM: Damn.

You son of a bitch.

(MOUSE SQUEAKS)

(GRUNTS)

I got you now, buddy.
(MOUSE SQUEAKING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

(GROANING)

(MOUSE SQUEAKS)

Dude, that was cool.
Oh, my God.

Tommy, easy on the antiques.

(O.J. SQUAWKS)

Was that an owl?
Yes. O.J. got out.
How is he flying?

Well, he is a bird.
He-- No, Jack said that he...

Oh, shit! I gotta find him.

Don't worry. He'll probably
come back when he's hungry.

No, I have to find him
or I'm gonna lose my job!
What-- You know what?

This isn't gonna help
your chances of getting
your job back either.

Okay.

TOM: Where the hell is he?

Tom, relax.
TOM: Relax?

O.J.'s loose!

This is no time to relax!
(GIRLS GASP, SCREAM)

AUDREY: Tom!
He's right over here!

Right there. Right there.
Right there.

TOM: O.J.!
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

AUDREY: Right there!
TOM: O.J.!

Stop! No, no. Stop. Stop.

O.J. O.J.
(GUN COCKS)

MAN: Get up.

What the hell you doing
on my property?
Planning to rob me?

No. I... I was
just looking for--

Yeah, yeah.
I see what you're looking for.

You got a thing
for young girls, huh?
No.

Then why do you keep eyeing
my wife, you perv?

Your-- No, I wasn't looking. I--

WOMAN: Arthur, are you gonna be
back soon?
I need you to spot me.

Just give me a minute, honey.
(GRUNTS)

Please don't kill me.
I'm not gonna kill you, okay.

If you let me live,
I'll give you
my most valued possession.

Here, take it.
You know what that is,
don't you?

Evander Holyfield's ear.
What? (CHUCKLES)

The part of the ear
that Mike Tyson bit off
and spit out.

But it's white.
So?

So, shouldn't it be black?

Well, if it's still
on his head, sure.

But anybody knows
that a severed ear loses
its color.

No.

Sheryl?
SHERYL: Yeah?

What happens to an ear
if it's severed from your head?

It changes color, duh!

(LOUD THUD)
SHERYL: Ow! Damn!

AUDREY: Tina, give me a beer.
(MAN LAUGHING)

AUDREY: Oops!
MAN: You have got to be
kidding me.

AUDREY: Try another one.
TINA: Come on, you guys!

(GLASS SHATTERING)
TINA: Party!

Come on, let's go!

Audrey.

What the hell is going on
in here?
Who are these people?

I invited some friends over
to help us look for the owl.

And Darryl even fixed the table
in the hall.

Thank you.
AUDREY:
You wouldn't even know

it was broken.
(GLASS SHATTERS)

(TOM GRUNTS)
MAN: Air ball.

AUDREY: We'll get that later.
Everyone, this is Tom.

Yo, Tom.
Hi, guys.

You guys, Tom's a real good guy
and his nuts--

Audrey, could you-- One second.
Mm-hmm.

What? Mm-hmm.
Listen, I appreciate
all your help.

But could you make sure
that your friends stay out
of the house?

All of them
or just the colored guy?
(BOTTLES CLATTERING)

No, all of them.
Oh! That's smart.

That way the colored guy
won't take it personal.

I have nothing against... Look.
What?

I am responsible for this house

and I can't have
all of these people
hanging around.

Okay, all right. I got it.
You guys, let's move it out.

Aw! I was just getting started.
Good idea.

Thanks, guys.

That's great.
TINA: What about the cake?

Don't worry,
they're all good people.
They're not gonna steal nothing

or drink too much
like the Indians.
Look...

just make sure
they stay outside. Okay?
Okay.

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

Lisa?
LISA: Hi, Tom.

TOM: Uh, you're home?

Why are you home?
It's not worth going into.

I got in a huge fight
with Hans.
Oh.

So... it's over?

It's my own fault
for dating a guy my dad likes.

Really?

Yeah, he's one of his
top marketing execs.

You know, Harvard Law,
comes from a good family,

top of the tennis ladder
at the country club.

Tom, can I talk to you
for a second?

Audrey?

Yeah. She came to, uh,
talk to your dad.

Okay. I'm gonna go in my room.

You could stay if you want.
Okay.

AUDREY: Tom?
Audrey, I'll be right there,
okay?

Okay.

Or you could go.

You know, maybe we could talk...

later.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

TINA: Here. How about this one?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

TOM: What's going on?
We found the owl!

Where is he?
Uh, well, he got away.

Where'd he go?
AUDREY: He hopped somewhere
into the bushes.

That's right.

What are you doing?
Getting hamburger meat.

It's a good way to lure birds.

They like hamburger meat?

I don't know. I've never
had a bird.

But most animals
respond to meat.

It's a fact.
SPEED: Wanna help me
separate the meat?

Speed, tell Tom
about the Kennedy assassination.

This is so cool, Tom,
because Speed knows
who killed JFK.

No, ask him! Tom, ask him.

Ask him who killed him.
Okay. All right. All right.

Who killed JFK?

Desi Arnaz.

(MOUSE SQUEAKING)

Oh.

(DARRYL CHUCKLING)

His life just changed.

(MOUSE SQUEAKS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOUSE SQUEALING)

TOM: Oh.

(GROANS) Oh, God.

(GRUNTS)

Tom!
Shit! Lisa.

Uh, what are you doing in here?
This is my closet.

Oh, oh.

This-- Uh, I had something
in my pants.

Um, I was feeding the mouse

to the bird
and he, uh, ran down my pants.

(LAUGHS)
(MOUSE SQUEALING)

TOM: I'm sorry that...
Oh, look! There it is!

That way! The bedroom.

Ooh! Watch out!
(TOM GRUNTS)

LISA: Oh, my gosh.
Are you okay?
Yep. Yep. I'm good.

Don't worry, we'll get it later.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Oh, here. Let me help you.

You know, I'm really glad
you stayed.

I needed a good laugh tonight.
Thanks.

Wow. Yeah, could I make
a bigger ass out of myself?

(CHUCKLES)

Do you want some wine?
Uh, no, thanks.

Yeah, sure.
Cheers.

TOM: Cheers.

Oh, my God.
Is that signed by Walter Payton?

Yeah. "Sweetness," '85 Bears.
Only the greatest team ever

to play the game.
Shut up.

Walter Payton, Jim McMahon,

Mike Singletary...
You know what?

You may be
the coolest girl ever.

You like football?
Yeah, I love it.

I didn't know
you guys liked football.

Yeah. No, me and Paul
watch the game every Sunday.

Paul, too?
TOM: Yeah.

Oh.
(TOM CHUCKLING)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Oh. What's that?

Oh, it's nothing.
It's just something
I used to do.

That is really good.
I didn't know
you were an artist.

I used to be,
but I couldn't get any more

of my friends to pose nude
for me.

You wouldn't be interested,
would you?

Uh...

You're blushing.
I was just joking.

I'm not blushing.
I just get red
from time to time.

You are so funny.

No, but seriously,
you should really pursue this.

I mean, you're good.

I would, but it doesn't really
fit in with my father's plan
for me.

Future of Midnight Owl
Publishing.

(MOUSE SQUEALING)
LISA: Oh, look! There it is.

He's right there.
Through the door.

TOM: We'll get him.
We'll get him.

LISA: Whoa! Watch out!
(GROANS)

LISA: Are you okay?
Your dad's gonna kill me.

No, don't worry about it.
It's my brother's.

My dad won't care.
Oh, Red.

Oh, so Dad told you?
About what?

The restraining order.

How's that?

Yeah, Red's not allowed
within 100 yards of me,

my dad, or this house.

(STAMMERS)
He didn't mention that.

Red's a freak. You don't want
to be around my dad

if he finds out anyone
was in this house,
especially Red.

It's like wherever he is,
there's trouble.

I mean, one time,
he had this big party

because Dad was out of town
and my dad came home early--

Hey, uh, you know,
since the mouse is gone, what...
what say we go back inside?

LISA: Okay.

(GRUNTS)
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

(AUDREY SCREAMING)
(METAL CLANGS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

TOM: It was up for an Oscar?
I hated it!
LISA: I know! (LAUGHING)

(GROANS) I hated that movie!

Man, I can't believe you.
You're like...

You're so different
from how you are at work.

What am I gonna do?

Like, walk around
with my Walter Payton jersey?

No. No. I get it. It's,
like at work you have to be
Lisa Taylor,

the, you know, loyal employee
to the family firm.

And I have to be Tom--
Tom Stansfield,

the guy who will do anything
for anybody. (CHUCKLES)

Yup. That's me.
(CHUCKLES)

I swear, it's like I can
just talk to you about anything.

I know, exactly. It's--

Yeah, this is crazy.
Yeah, it is.

I guess it's because there's
no attraction between us,
you know?

Yeah.

You know, there's none
of that sexual tension.

Yeah.
It's like
I'm with a girlfriend.

It's great, isn't it?
Yeah.

I mean, maybe we could
go to the mall sometime
and go shopping.

That would be fun.
Wouldn't it be fun?
Yeah.

LISA: Wait, you have to listen
to this song.

Come on, I need someone
to dance with!
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO)

Uh, you don't want
to see me dance.

("YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE DANCING"
PLAYING)

Come on, dance with me.
I have no idea what I'm doing.

Come on.
Put your hands together.
I'm--

Yeah! Now go underneath. Yeah--

What-- Like this?
Like this. Yeah!

Like that?
Yeah! (LAUGHS)

TOM:
Hold on. Watch. Watch. Watch.

Ta-da!

(BONES CRACK)
Oh.

Yeah! Oh.

I'm like,
I'm trying to do too much.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Whoo! Yeah!

I'm a dancer.

Catch me.
TOM: What?

(LAUGHS)

(SQUEALS)
I got you!

Whoo!
Whoa!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Okay. I am done.

("YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE DANCING"
CONCLUDES)

Here. (GRUNTS)
(LAUGHS)

("BETTER MAN" PLAYING)

Oh, I love this song.

My friend Jenny does this
really wild strip routine
for her boyfriend

to this song. It's super sexy.

Even you'd appreciate it.

I wish I could be like her,
you know?
She's so free and everything.

♪ He said
Take off your clothes for me ♪

♪ I've got a dirty fantasy ♪

♪ Your body's generosity ♪

♪ Could really be of use to me

♪ Naturally, I said certainly ♪

♪ He said I've got the time
If you don't mind ♪

♪ To close your eyes
And be robbed blind ♪

♪ I'm in a blind
You'd be so kind ♪

♪ His words were so sweet
And silver-lined ♪
(BOTH CHUCKLE)

♪ I said fine
How could I be fine... ♪

So, what do you think?

Uh, It's... it's, uh, very nice.

So if you weren't gay,
this would turn you on, right?

Gay? Who said I was gay?
My father.
You mean it's not true?

No!
No!

God, I'm so embarrassed.
I can't believe you'd
let me do this!

TOM: I didn't mean to--

(BUTTON CLICKS)

Why would your father say
that I'm gay?

I don't know. Well,
you can't blame him entirely.

I mean,
you are a little effeminate.

Oh!
(CHUCKLES)

Don't be hurt.
Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)
LISA: It's okay.

Hans is a bit effeminate, too.

What exactly did Hans do anyway?

Well, it's not like he did just
one thing.

It's more about trust.

Yeah. Trust is...

It's important.

Trust is everything.

I don't know. Maybe it's me.

It's like I'm just sending out
some kind of vibe.

I can't attract a decent guy.
No.

What's wrong with me?

Don't even worry about it.
You're gonna find another guy
so fast.

I mean, look at you.

You're amazing.

You really think so?

Why do you think
I'm here tonight?

Oh, God, Tom.

You didn't know.
You thought that--

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Uh, I'm--

I'm gonna-- I'll be right back.

I'm just gonna go and check
and see if Audrey needs towels.

Tom, you don't have
to lie to me.

If you have to go
to the bathroom,
go take a crap and come back.

(CHUCKLES HESITANTLY)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(OBJECTS RATTLING)

What the-- Hey!
What the hell
are you doing here, man?

(GRUNTS)

You try to bone Vasquez
out of 20 grand and you ask me
what I'm doing?

You think I work
for Mrs. Fields?

You think my boss
likes to bake cookies?

TOM: Whoa!

What are you doing? Come on.
T.J.:
You tried to sell me flour.

TOM: Flour? I... I don't even
know what you're talk--
What are you-- Come on!

Look, I'm just house-sitting
for my boss.

Who's your boss?

Jack Taylor.

Jack Taylor, huh?
I did time in Joliet
with a Jack Taylor.

Average height, medium hair,
horrible case of folliculitis
on his ass?

I wouldn't know
about the folliculitis.

I thought you said
he was your boss.

He is.

And you never saw his ass?

Why would I see my boss's ass?

It stands to reason.
You work for a guy long enough,

sooner or later,
you're gonna get a glimpse
of his ass.

Listen, I... I don't know
what line of work you're in,

but I've never seen
my boss' ass.

Hey, man. Look.
(GLASS SHATTERING)

Hey! Hey! Stop it
or I'm gonna call the cops!

And tell them what?
Your drug deal went bad?

You rat me out,
I'm gonna carve you up
like a turkey

and beat your kids
with what's left of you.

I don't have any kids.

I can wait.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(T.J. CLEARING THROAT)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Excuse me.

Hello? Right. Okay.

Tommy,
let's get clear on something.

In the next 60 minutes,

I'm gonna bring Vasquez
what he paid for
or your gift-wrapped nuts.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, hi, Tom. What's going on?
Yeah, that's what I wanna know.

What's going on
with your dad's gift? See--

Do you see that guy?
He was gonna kill me!

Don't you think
you're overreacting
a little, Tom?

Overreacting?

The guy had a knife!
I don't think that
I am overreacting!

He probably just had
the wrong address.

I mean, there's gotta be
over a dozen Jack Taylors

in Chicago alone.

I'm gonna go
to my dad's bedroom.

You tell me if the guy
shows up again.

All right. You listen to me.

You're not even supposed
to be in this house.

Says who?
I know about
the restraining order, Red.

Restraining-schmaining.
I mean, that's just
a big misunderstanding.

AUDREY: Tom! It's O.J.!

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

(O.J. SQUAWKING)

SPEED: Oh, man!
(ALL GROAN)

Oh. Hey. Who are you?

I'm here to see Lisa.
My name's Hans.

You--

Is that so shocking?
No.

What, you surprised she'd go out
with someone like me?

No. No. It's not I--

Give me a break, man.
You oughta be ashamed
of yourself.

Let me tell you something.

There are a lot of girls
out there who can see
past the fact

that I just happen
to be a few pounds overweight.

(SOBS) You know, inside
I'm just like everyone else.

(STAMMERS)
Let me get you a tissue.

Yeah. Thank you.

I'm on the second day
of a new diet.
Hey, Hans...

HANS: I gave up chocolate.
...I'm really sorry.

I think that, uh, we just
got off on the wrong foot.

Oh!

Uh, it's good to meet you,
Hans. I'm... I'm Tom.

I, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
...I'm just a friend of Lisa's.

Oh, great. Well, maybe
you can help me.
Is she here? Lisa! Lisa!

Whoa! Hans, uh, you know what?

Maybe right now
isn't a great time for you
to see Lisa.

What say we get you a drink?

Oh, okay. Yeah, she's probably
really upset.

You see, we got
in a misunderstanding tonight
and, well, she left me.

Wow, that's unfortunate.
HANS: Yeah.

Uh, what happened?

HANS:
Well, I think seeing me naked

from behind like that
kind of shocked her.

(GROANS)
(GAS HISSES)

So, tonight
was the first time...

Yeah. Tonight was
the first time. It was awesome.

I mean, I was lying up
on the bed like this

with one leg straight up
in the air.
Oh, hey, Hans, I don't...

And I had a handful of ass
right here...

Whoa! Hans--
...and I had a handful of this.

Please. Whoa! God,
you're... That's...
(GRUNTS)

And that's when Lisa walked in.

What?

She caught me in the bed
with a blonde.

What?

Oh, come on, man.
Tell me you haven't ever wanted

to do it with a--
Hans. Hans.
No, you cheated on her.

You know something, Tom?
You're right.

Oh! I guess that was cheating.
And now I've gone
and lost everyone.

I should have known
from the start it wasn't right.

She kept telling me
I reminded her of her dad.

Hans, you gotta realize
that this is over, you know?

And you gotta put an end to it,
and... and move on.

And get yourself
to a better place, okay?

HANS: Yes.
I think you know what I mean.

Yeah, I do know what you mean.

And I'm ready.
I know what I have to do.

Well, I guess this is goodbye.

(O.J. SQUAWKS)

O.J.!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

HANS: Thanks, Tom.

TOM: O.J., come back!

(DOG BARKING)

O.J.!

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(DOOR CREAKS)
WOMAN: Hello.

You must be Julie's date.
Come in.

Uh, Actually I'm just here
looking for a bird.

Make yourself at home, Albert.
Julie's still getting ready.

No, actually, uh,
my name is Tom.
I'm sorry. I'm hard of hearing.

Could you speak up, please?
My name is Tom!

I could've sworn
Julie said your name was Albert.

No, see, I'm afraid
that you're mistaken.

MAN: Is someone here?
Yes.

(WHEELCHAIR WHIRRING)
This is Julie's date, Albert.

(GRUNTS)
WOMAN:
This is my nephew, George.

He's blind and crippled.

(SPEAKS LOUDLY)
Oh, uh, nice to meet you.

I'm not deaf.

Oh.
WOMAN: Excuse me.

I'll go see
what's keeping Julie.
She's probably nervous.

So you're Julie's date, huh?
TOM: No.

I'm just... I just came here.
I was looking for an owl.

(LAUGHS) You don't have
to make lame excuses.

Listen, do you know
what the advantage
is in being a cripple?

No, I can't say that I do.

(SCOFFS) You don't really care
to hear much what I have to say,
do you?

No. No. It's not that. I'm--

You know what?
Go ahead, I'm listening.

Sit down, Tom.

You know what I gained
by becoming a quad?

What, are you shaking your head?
I can't see, you know!

I'm sorry, uh, uh--

Tell me what you gained?

I no longer need my Viagra.

Now, I can maintain
my arousal for hours.

That's great. I guess things
have a way of evening
themselves out in the long run.

No, not really.
And do you know why?

No, why?
Because I am a blind,
quad freak, you moron!

What, you think women dig this?

I mean, you think women go--
KEN: Well, hello.

"I wanna give
that mutant freak my number"?

Ken Morehouse. I'm Julie's dad.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Is George boring you
with his self-pitying tripe?

Tripe...
TOM: No, not at all.

"I'm blind. I'm crippled.
Boo-hoo-hoo."

Leave the room. I wanna talk
to Albert alone for a second.

I can stay if I want.

(CHAIR THUDS)
KEN: Leave the room!

Okay. Okay.
No, you can't! Get out!

You don't have to be huffy
about it!
KEN: Get out now! Get out!

GEORGE: Okay.
KEN: Turn it! Turn it!
Turn it!

KEN: Oh, for God's sakes.
(GLASS CLATTERS)

I'm so...

GEORGE: Who the hell
put that there?
...sorry.

My daughter's gonna be
a few minutes.
Have a... have a seat, Albert.

Tom.
No. Ken.

Right. You're Ken.
Yes.

Before you say anything, Albert,
I just want you to know

that Julie is really
self-conscious about her
appearance since the accident.

(DOOR SHUTS)
Right.

Oh, Julie.

Julie, this is Albert.
Albert, Julie.

It's nice to meet you,
Albert. (CHUCKLES)

Wow. It's-- Wow.
It's nice to meet you, too.

But the thing is,
is that I'm not Albert.

That is to say
that I'm not your date.
Oh!

There's... there's been
a giant misunderstanding.

(GASPS, SOBS)
How could you?

JULIE: I knew this would happen!
WOMAN: She doesn't usually go on
blind dates.

He hates me!
TOM: No, I'm... I'm telling
the truth.

Julie wasn't pretty enough
for you, Mr. GQ?

Is that it?
No,

you don't understand.
Oh, I understand, Fabio.

You broke that
poor girl's heart.
(JULIE CRYING)

No, no. See, I'm not--
Do you think Julie is an idiot?

Do you think she bought
your little fairy tale,

Mr. "I'm too sexy
for my medical booties"?

Oh.
Get the hell out of here.

Or I'll kick your pretty-boy ass
to kingdom come.

Am I interrupting something?

No, it's just that the...
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

(GROANS)

AUDREY: Tom, there's two things
that we need to talk about.

What?
First of all,

I don't wanna wear
these booties anymore.

No one else is wearing
the booties.
Fine.

What's the other thing?
Tina thinks she's got cancer.

Do you feel it?

I'm just-- What's supposed
to be there? I don't...

See, Tina?
Move your hand to the left.
Don't you feel anything?

Yeah. (CHUCKLES) I mean, no. No.

Tina, your breast
is no different than mine, okay?

It is. There's no comparison.

AUDREY: Tom, feel my breast
and compare.

Do you detect any difference
between our breasts?

You gotta slow down.

It sure feels good.
TOM: Well, yours is a...

(LOCK CLICKS)
(DOOR OPENS)

Lisa,
this isn't what it looks like.

I believed everything you said.
I'm...

It was all just
a bunch of lines, wasn't it?

No, no. No. Lisa, it was all--
I swear to you,
I meant every word.

This is--
Nothing's going on here.

Great, Tom. I'm glad you think
I'm a complete idiot.

No! No, I'm telling you.
I was just checking these girls

for breast cancer.

You make me sick.

No, Lisa, wait!
(DOOR SHUTS)

She's never gonna forgive me.
Of course she will.

Is this the first time
you cheated on her?

Yeah. No! I-- Yeah-- Wait.

I didn't cheat on her.
I mean, you were there
for God's sakes!

Look, I know that
you didn't cheat on her.

I mean, you were
a little grabby, but--
I--

AUDREY: Don't you think
we should just find the owl

and worry about your little
"affair" later?

(SPLUTTERING) I'm getting angry

and... and I don't get angry.
(RETCHES)

Hey, Speed?
Hey, can I ask you a question?

What are you...
I thought you left.

I did. To get this.

Oh, all right.
Why is the fire going?
Cozy, isn't it?

All right. You put that down.
(METALLIC CREAKING)

T.J.: Make me.

All right. All right.
(METAL CLANKS)

TOM: Hey!

Hey! Put the crowbar down!
Or I will blow your ass
to fucktown!

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

That's right.

What?
Don't you ever threaten me.

But I got a gun.

What are you doing?

Well, Tommy, we both have guns.

Only difference is,
you don't have the guts
to use yours.

Oh, yeah?
Well, what makes you so sure?

Oh, I'm sure.

(TRICKLING)

Oh!
(CHUCKLES)

Jesus! What the...
What are you, out of your mind?

(HISSES)

(PHONE RINGING)

TOM: Stop that!
Are you crazy, man?

Hello?
JACK: (OVER PHONE) Stansfield.
Anything to report?

Sir! Everything's great.
I got--
Everything's under control.

JACK:
Did O.J. get enough water?
(T.J. GROANING)

Jack, could you hold on?
I'm gonna shoot your pecker off.

JACK: I don't plan
on being away
the entire weekend.

I hate you!
JACK: It's possible I may be

coming home early, so make sure
that everything's in order.

And there's one
additional thing.
Sir?

The fish tank.
It's a little low.

I'm taking care
of that right now.
JACK: Good. When I get back,

I want to talk to you
about that position in Creative

(GRUNTS)
JACK: Don't get excited yet.

I didn't say you had the job.
We'll discuss it.

Uh, thank you, sir.
Great. Bye.

(TENSE MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Holy shit!

I just--

Boy, I'm tapped out.
You got anything to drink?

In the kitchen.

Thanks.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Dammit!

Whoa! What the hay
happened in here?

Tom, did you have
a little accident?

You might wanna try
a few kegels,
kinda tighten it up down there.

(CLATTERS)

TOM: That's it!
I'm doing them right now.

And release.

Well, when in Rome... (SIGHS)

(TRICKLING)

(SINGS) ♪ Oh, Canada... ♪

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

"Jack Taylor. Rectacid.

Apply liberally to buttocks
as needed to reduce redness

and other symptoms
of folliculitis."

Son of a bitch.

Did you piss yourself?

No, I did not piss myself.
AUDREY:
Oh, looks like you did.

TOM: Well, I didn't.
It was that maniac downstairs.

No. We gotta stop him
before he tears
this house apart.

Hmm. You know what you gotta do?
Give him one of these
little babies.

Perfect.
AUDREY: It's a sleeping pill.

I got them from Speed.
Here. So strong, so be careful.

It's powerful stuff.
Here. Just one.

Be careful.

(METALLIC CREAKING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Hey. Excuse me.

You know, I just wanted
to apologize for pulling
that gun on you earlier.

That was totally out of line.

Hey, you know,
I don't even know your name.

I'm T.J.
T.J.? That's nice.

I guess maybe I was,
uh, out of line by pissing
all over everything.

Man, that was funny. (CHUCKLES)
Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I've always
enjoyed a good prank.

(CHUCKLES)
What are you drinking there?

Whiskey. You want some?
Whiskey.

There's plenty of booze
around here, that's for sure.

Yeah, I'll take a shot
of bourbon.

Oh, my God!

Wow!
T.J.: What?

Whoa! Look at those two blondes
going at--

Oh, wait, are there three
of them?
Where?

What? They're going at it
right up there
on the second floor. Wow!

Where are you looking?
Right-- Oh--

Oh, man. They left.

(CHUCKLES)
Damn.

I was all psyched up
for some action.
Lesbians are very special.

(METAL CLANGS)

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, I'll drink to that, huh?
(CHUCKLES)

T.J.: All right. (CHUCKLES)
Cheers.

All right.

(GROANS)
TOM: Oh, are you--

Whoa!
Here. Why don't I--

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

TOM: Whoa!
(GONG CLANGS)

Audrey?

(GROANS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Audrey!

(GASPS) Oh, my God!
He's like a human vibrator.

What-- All right,
what is wrong with him?

I don't know. Did you slip him
the pill?
Yes.

Then that must be it then.

You didn't give him the pill
with whiskey, did you?

Yeah.
Oh, no!

You're not supposed
to mix the two.

Audrey,
you did not tell me that!

Everyone knows
that you're not supposed
to mix booze with pills!

Come on!
Okay. Is he gonna be okay?

Don't worry. He'll be fine.
I used to be a paramedic.

Tom? I think I found O.J.

O.J.? I don't care about--

We have a situation here.
Audrey, call 911!

I'm telling you, he'll be fine.
Are you sure?

He just needs some rest.
Okay. You watch T.J. Use this.

It's not loaded,
but he doesn't know that.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Oh, man.

(TENSE MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Oh, hey.

Julie. (CHUCKLES)

From-- Yeah.
JULIE: Down the block.

That's right.
You mind if I come in?

AUDREY: All right.
You grab his ankles...

Why don't we go
to that room over there?

SPEED: Okay.
Yeah, I got this end.

AUDREY: Man, he's heavy.
(SPEED GRUNTS)

Do you mind if I sit down?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Uh, yeah. Sure.

JULIE: Oh, Thank you.

(TENSE MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Oh, hey. Sorry to butt in.
Hi, I'm Red.

Hi, it's nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Anyway, I realized you were
telling the truth
when my real date showed up.

Of course
he didn't stick around.

Well, that guy is a bum.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Oh, I'm sure that had nothing
to do with you.

No, I know it did.

I've never had any guys
attracted to me,
even before the accident.

Now that cannot be true.

Well...

about six months ago,
I was hitchhiking
and a trucker tried to rape me,

but other than that...
RED: Come on.

You're gonna tell me,
you never had a real boyfriend?

Well, once, but I think
he just felt sorry for me.

Oh, well, uh,
how long did that last?

Um...
Oh.

About six years
and then one day he just left.

TOM: Another woman?

No. He got hit by a bus.

RED: Well, see,
that's not your fault.

Well, he didn't seem to try
very hard to avoid the bus.

I think he just wanted out
of the relationship.

Julie, why don't you sit
in this chair?

Oh, jeez, I'm starting
to feel a bit woozy. (SIGHS)

(BLOOD SQUISHES)
(SIGHS)

Okay. All right,
I have to go find O.J.

So, Red, if you could
watch things for me,
that'd be great.

Got you.

Look, I think you're being
way too hard on yourself.

I mean, besides,

I bet there have been
a lot of guys who've been
attracted to you.

No, he was the only one.

What about that trucker?
I mean, he was obviously
attracted to you.

(SCOFFS) I think the trucker
probably would have
raped anyone.

I doubt that. You were probably
pretty special to him.

(CHUCKLES)
That's so sweet of you, Red.

I'm not just jerking
your chain either. I mean it.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

What are you doing to the lawn?

It's okay, Tom.
We just had to bury T.J.

Bury-- What? You mean, he's--

You said he was gonna be okay!
I thought you were a paramedic.

Well, I took a course.

You took-- You guy...
You can't just bury him,
you guys!

Well, we're not gonna put him
in my car.

AUDREY: That's right.
All right.

Forget it. I'm calling 911.

That's for emergencies.

What-- what do you think
this is?
The guy's dead.

In 20 minutes,
he's still gonna be dead.

There's no sense
of urgency here.
(LAUGHS)

No, we have to call the cops
and report it!

And tell them what?
The truth! That there was a...

accident.

They might not see it that way.
Let's face it,
Tom, you did kill him.

You gave me the pill.

Hey, I didn't tell you
to kill nobody, okay?

Well, you didn't tell me
not to use the whiskey!

Well, if you'd listen to me...
You didn't say anything
about whiskey!

I would think that
you would listen to me!
(SPEED BLOWS WHISTLE)

There's no time for blame games.

Why don't you spread around
some leaves? Make it look good.

I am not gonna help you
conceal a dead body!

Hey, you know what?
Don't you think
we should say something?

What?
You know what? She's right.

Some kind of last rites
or eulogy or something
like that?

I'm so screwed.
We should say something.

Fine. Fine. You know what?
Say something.
Get-- Just make it quick.

Lord, this day we lay
to rest T.J., who was, uh...

I really didn't know him.
I don't know him. I mean,

Tom, you know him the best.
Why don't you say something?

Me?
Yeah.

All I know is that the guy
was a violent, sadistic goon
that was into lesbians.

ALL: Amen.

LISA: Tom?
Lisa.

I can't believe
you're still here.

You know, listen, please.
You have to let me explain.

Look, Tom.
Tonight was just a big mistake.

That's all there is to it.
TOM: No.

You-- That--
What you saw with the girls,

all that was, was weird timing.

LISA: Red?
What's Red doing here?

Red? Oh, um,

Red was in the neighborhood
and he... and he stopped by.

But, you see, nothing really bad
happened tonight.

Is he the reason O.J.'s gone?

No. No, uh. O.J. got loose.

And that's a little problem.
But we're gonna find him.

And we're looking for him, so...
What's this?

Oh, Tom killed a guy
and we're burying the body.

Okay, that was bad.

(GROANS)
Okay, well,
now you're overreacting.

It's that-- Well, It's not--

(SCREAMS)

(ALL SCREAM)

(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)

All right, all right. Hey!

Anybody moves, there's gonna be
a big hole where her brain
used to be.

Yeah. Go ahead, shoot.

Well, what are you waiting for?
Come on!

What are you waiting for?
Waste the bitch!

Tom!
No, I don't give a shit!

Hey, I'm not joking, asshole.

Yeah? Pull the trigger. Come on.

Come on!

I think you're just all talk.

Looks like we both got guns.

Who's gonna shoot first
this time?

(METAL CLANGS)
(ALL GASP)

RED: Well, that should do it.

Tom!

You are so brave.
No. No.

It's not even
that big of a deal.
This gun's not even loaded--

(ALL GASP)
MAN: What the hell
is going on?

I never should have doubted you.
You risked your life for me.

Audrey found some bullets
in the kitchen and I may have
reloaded it.

Yeah, I did.

Yo, excuse me,
does anyone here know
a Jack Taylor?

Why?
This dude just called,

said if I don't pick him up
at the train station
in 15 minutes,

I'm out of a job.
What do you suppose that means?

Oh, my God.

That's what I thought,
because I ain't got no job.

He's coming home early.
Okay, don't worry about it.

I'll take care of everything,
okay? Trust me.
Just don't drive too fast.

Got it.
And, uh, maybe you should
put that away.

Oh, God.

("GO HOME" PLAYING)

♪ Well, let me tell you
If you're feeling alone ♪

♪ Instead of whining
And moaning ♪

♪ Just get on the phone
Tell her you're coming home ♪

♪ If you need her
You should be there ♪

♪ And if you scream
In your sleep
Or collapse in a heap ♪

♪ And spontaneously weep
Then you know you're in deep ♪

♪ If you need her
You should be there ♪

♪ Go home ♪

♪ There's nothing better
Than affairs of the heart ♪

♪ To make you feel so good
Then tear you apart ♪

♪ Make up your mind
And stick it out
Or start again ♪

♪ You can't imagine what
An effort it takes ♪

♪ When you make a mistake ♪

♪ And you know in the wake
That a heart's going to break ♪

♪ If you need her
You should be there ♪

♪ Go home ♪

♪ If you think of her
As Joan of Arc ♪

I knew that was you.
♪ She's burning for you
Get your car out of park ♪

♪ And if you think of her
As Catherine the Great ♪

♪ Then you should be the horse
To help her meet her fate ♪

♪ If you need her
You should be there ♪

♪ Go home ♪

♪ You can't believe it
But it's true ♪

♪ She's given everything
To you ♪

♪ Now take a moment to be sure

♪ Before you give it all
To her ♪

♪ Well, now you're thinking
That it's over at last ♪

♪ All your woes in the past ♪

♪ But you've got to be fast
Put your foot on the gas ♪

♪ If you need her
You should be there ♪

♪ So now you're out
From under the gun
And it's over and done ♪

♪ I won't spoil all the fun
But if you were the one ♪

♪ Then she'll be there
If you need her ♪

♪ Go home ♪

♪ If you're lucky to be
One of the few ♪

♪ To find somebody
Who can tolerate you ♪

♪ Then I shouldn't have
To tell you again ♪

♪ Just pack your bags
And get yourself on a plane ♪

♪ If you need her
You should be there
Go home ♪

♪ Come on, man
If you need her
You should be there ♪

♪ Go home! ♪

("GO HOME" CONCLUDES)

JACK: As long as we're
in Thailand for the meeting
on Monday afternoon.

Yeah. We can pick it up
when we refuel in Hawaii.

Hey, uh, do you wanna stop
and, uh, get something to drink,

go to the bathroom or something?

We'll take
the departmental heads now

and the Creative team
in a couple of weeks.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOUSE SQUEAKS)

JACK: That's the agenda
up to lunch,

then there's lunch...
(O.J. SQUAWKING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

JACK: Delay that again.

(METAL CLANKS)

JACK: Okay. And then...

(ENGINE REVVING)
(HORNS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

JACK: Okay. Okay.
(O.J. SQUAWKS)

Okay, fine.

Stansfield, what are you doing?

Nothing, sir.

Hold on a moment, please.

Stansfield...

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

...why don't you
just concentrate

on the driving

and let me get on
with making my call.

TOM: Wait!
What is it now, Stansfield?

Oh, nothing, sir.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Almost home. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Hey. How'd this get in there?

Well, be careful with that.
I will. Good thing I found it.

There's several ways
to properly dispose
of a handgun,

none of which include putting it
in a garbage bag.

OFFICER: (OVER PA)
Freeze! Police!
(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

Freeze! Let go of the girl
and put your hands in the air!

You're completely
surrounded, T.J.!

Put down your weapons
and put your hands on your head!

No, you guys. Wait.
He's not T.J. I'm Lisa Taylor.

This is my dad's house.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

Ma'am, we've received
numerous reports
in this neighborhood.

Theft, gunfire...
SPEED: All right.

Look, I know you probably think
we may have killed somebody,

but Tom didn't know
he poisoned the guy,

and we thought he was dead
when we buried him.

But he seems okay now.

His head's just a little bloody
from where we hit him
with the shovel.

And I swear
when Tom shot the gun off,

he didn't think it was loaded,
'cause I put the bullets
back in,

so if you'll all just
step inside, you'll see
there's nobody dead here.

He may have had the wind
knocked out of him temporarily,

but with a little first aid,
I think he'll be just fine.

(SCREAMS)
(GROANS, GASPS)

(ALL SCREAM)

(SCREAMS)

Holy mother of God!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

LISA: Hans!

JACK: Yes, I see. I see.

(MOUSE SQUEAKS)
JACK: Okay. Okay, fine.

Could you say that again?
You're breaking up!

One moment, please. O.J.!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTS)

(TOM SHRIEKS)

LISA: I just can't understand
why you would do this.

Hans, what were you thinking?
HANS: You know, time to get...

He'll be fine. He may complain
about a sore throat,

but he's in a lot better shape
than this chandelier.

Boy, I'd hate to be here
when the owner gets back.

You can say that again.

ALL: Whoa!

(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

LISA: Tom! Daddy!
MAN 1: What do we got?

MAN 2: What was that?

MAN 3: Watch the glass,
okay, everybody?
Let's get 'em out of the car.

LISA: Oh, my God! Daddy!

MAN 1: Everybody,
stay back and remain calm.

LISA: Are you all right?
That's him.

That's the one
spying on me through the bushes.

He shot the bullet right
through my Julie's
bedroom window.

Here. Tell 'em, Julie.

You guys,
Tom wants the body in here.

T.J.: Take it easy.
Put me down.
(GASPS)

Oh, shit.

Stansfield, what have you done?

Lisa, pack your things.
You're coming with me
to Thailand.

No!

Get his ass out of here.

It's funny you should mention
the word "ass," Jack.

Why don't we start by talking
about yours.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Excuse me?

Lisa, your father
is not who you think he is.

The whole publishing operation.

It's a great cover.

Now, how'd you do it?
What'd you do?
Did you hollow out the books?

Oh, and locating the plant
in Thailand.

It's genius!
MAN: What?

What are you talking about?

What am I-- Jack.

You know, I would've
believed you, Jack,
until I met this man,

who seems to know a lot
about you. You--

Recognize this?

I hear it's very effective
in relieving folliculitis.

I don't have folliculitis.

He's given me no choice.
I--

He's given me no choice!
Tom, what are you doing?
This is insane!

Yeah?
Take a look at your dad's ass.

No!
TOM: Then tell me
I'm insane, huh?

(ALL GASP)

TOM: Huh? Huh? Look at it!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Look at it! Huh? Huh?

(ALL GASP)
What?

MAN 1: That's nasty.

(ALL GROAN)

I told you
I don't have folliculitis,
you blithering idiot.

Well, guys, the ointment
must have worked.

OFFICER: Let's go.

Wait!

I have something to show you.

(ALL GASP)

HANS: What's with this movie
and the ass cheeks?

My real name
is Jack Taylor Junior.

Red is my nickname.
Now you know why.

I'm the whole reason
that T.J.'s here.

Goddamn it, Red.

You've been dealing drugs
out of my house!

No, Dad, I swear.
I gave this guy a bag of flour.

I... I dumped a kilo
of the real stuff
down the toilet.

I'm finished dealing for good.

The lime green toilet
with the wooden seat?

Yeah, why?

(O.J. SQUAWKING)

(O.J. GULPING)

(SQUAWKS)

(ALL GASP)

Wait a second. He's flying.
(O.J. SQUAWKING)

He's flying.

(ALL GASP)

(O.J. SQUAWKING)

(O.J. SHRIEKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORNS HONKING)
(LOUD THUD)

Get him out of my sight... now.

Lisa, let's go.

That's the one. He got my ear!

You have the right
to remain silent.
Evander Holyfield's ear.

Anything you say can and--
Lisa, wait!

ARTHUR:
Fella's Holyfield's ear,
for God's sake.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(O.J. SQUAWKING)
O.J.?

O.J.! Come to Daddy.
(O.J. SQUAWKING)

How's my little boy?
(O.J. SQUAWKING)

(O.J. SQUAWKING)

RED: You're going with him?

What choice do I have?
He needs me.

Are you actually feeling sorry
for him?

He's manipulating you
and you are buying it.

All right, fine.
You do what you gotta do.
I am gonna bail Tom out of jail.

With what? Your drug money?
No, no. I stole this
out of Dad's safe.

Look, the important thing is,
somebody has gotta help Tom.

You know that nothing
that happened here last night

was any of his fault.

It's funny. The nicest guy
in the world is the only one

with enough balls
to stand up to Dad.

All he wanted to do
was to spend some time with you.

Look what it gets him.

Classic Dad.

I'm not allowed in the house,
you're not allowed out of it.

He doesn't care about us.
Only that stupid bird.

LISA: Hey, Red,
can I tell you something?

RED: Sure.

I know this is gonna
sound weird,

but ever since I was
a little kid...

I used to always wish
that I was that stupid bird.

(O.J. SQUAWKING)

(TREE BRANCH CREAKING)

Look, I think it's about time
you talk to Dad.

At least tell him how you feel.

(GROANS)
RED: You can do it.

(GRUNTS, SCREAMS)

(GARGLES)

Don't you see? We have no reason
to be afraid of him!

(SCREAMS)
(LISA SCREAMS)

(ALL SCREAM)

(GRUNTS)
(BOTTLES CLANGING)

(SQUEAKS)

(METAL CLANKING)
(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

Daddy!

Lisa, don't let him do this
to you.

JACK: Lisa!
(METAL CLANGING)

(SCREAMS)

(GLASS RATTLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER PA)

Lisa!

Tom!

Red bailed me out
and told me you were here,

and I'm not letting you go.

Yeah, but I'm---
TOM: No.

You're gonna let me finish.
I went through hell last night

and it was my fault
'cause I let people do it to me.

And now, you're gonna make
the same mistake.

Yeah, but--
This isn't what you want.

This is what your father wants.
And you know what?

Maybe you and I...

never are gonna work.

And that hurts.

But not as much
as watching you be controlled
by a ruthless tyrant

that would screw his own mother
if he thought it'd help him
get ahead--

Tom!

I'm not going.

She's... she's not going.

Is this whole concept
too complicated for you,
Stansfield?

No. No.

All right. (CHUCKLES)

What-- I--

What made you stay?

That.

(CHUCKLES)

How did you guys--

We finally had
our long overdue talk.

Then who's taking
your place in Thailand?

He is.

What's this? I'm kidding.
Ow!

HANS: I don't wanna go.
I'm afraid.

Nonsense.
Everyone knows that, uh,

Asian people are very
intimidated by, uh...

Tall men?

Canadians?

Republicans?

Blacks?

JACK: Henderson?
Yes, sir.

I won't have that
kind of thinking
in this company.

There's no room for racism here.
You're fired.

Now, Tom, the point
that I'm getting to is

that with a big part
of the team away,

I'm gonna want you to take over
the Creative Department.

Me?
No need to be modest.

I saw those ideas you left
in the living room.

Your theory on the JFK thing,
brilliant.

And the moon landing, a hoax?
You're really
onto something there.

That's the kind of thinking
that's gonna sell books.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Bye, Daddy. Have a safe flight.

Yes.

Well, Dad...

that's fantastic.
You promoted Tom.

Yeah, well, I figure anyone
who's got the guts to piss

on my Persian carpet
has gotta have what it takes.

Stansfield!

(TRICKLING)

What the hell are you doing?

Just trying to get
my job back, sir.

("IF I HAD $1000000" PLAYING)

(LISA SQUEALS)
(CHUCKLES)

TOM: You know,
after everything that happened,

after all I went through,
I guess it was my lucky day.

And I'm not the only one.

Based on Lisa
and Red's suggestions,

Jack restructured the company
from top to bottom.

Even instituting casual Fridays
every day.

And last Friday was Henderson's
27th straight day on the job

without being fired.

O.J.'s back off the drugs
and now he only drinks beer.

(O.J. BELCHES)

TOM: But he still has
an occasional flashback.

(O.J. SQUAWKING ECHOES)

TOM: Jack begged Audrey
to come back,

but she got a job at,
of all places, a coffee shop.

(ALL GROAN, RETCH)

Oh, this is terrible!

TOM: Hans succeeded in turning
around the company's factory
in Thailand.

But apparently, he's still
struggling to cope
with the local customs.

Back of bus!
Excuse me?

You people belong back of bus.

That's an outrage!

Man, I'm not gonna let you
treat me like that
merely because--

Smoking!
Smokers belong back of bus!

(COUGHS)

TOM: As for me,
with my new promotion,

I could at last write books
based on my own experiences.

So I did.
Thank you.

And Lisa was finally able
to pursue a career
that she loved.

You know, you ever heard
someone say that old expression

"Why does everything bad
always happen to me?"

Well, I don't get those people.

Because I've learned that
if they just stop
and look around,

they'd realize that
everything happens for a reason

♪ Well, I'd buy you
An exotic pet ♪

♪ Yep, like a llama or an emu ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars
If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ Well, I'd buy you
A green dress ♪

♪ But not a real green dress
That's cruel ♪

♪ And if I had
A million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ Well, I'd buy you some art
A Picasso or a Garfunkel ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars
If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ Well, I'd buy you a monkey ♪

♪ Haven't you always
Wanted a monkey ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ I'd buy your love ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ I'd be rich ♪

(SONG CONCLUDES)

("BURN THE BOATS" PLAYING)

♪ I found our son an island
Not very far from here ♪

♪ I found us with our problems
They never disappear ♪

♪ Then I said, can we go now?
And you said
But we're alone now ♪

♪ And the general says to me
You gotta trust the open sea ♪

♪ You should burn the boats
Let them smoke
Let them fade away ♪

♪ So you can stay
and fight the fight
That you were meant to fight ♪

♪ You gotta burn the boats
Let's go burn the boats ♪

♪ So we dug our foxholes
And waited through the nights ♪

♪ Waited for the cavalry
That never came in sight ♪

♪ Then I knew that the prospect
Of forgiveness was evaded ♪

♪ So I said, let's go
Let's go burn the boats ♪

♪ Burn the boats, let them smok
Let them fade away ♪

♪ So you can stay
And fight the fight
That you were meant to fight ♪

♪ You gotta burn the boats
Let's go burn the boats ♪

♪ I open up my eyes
And try to find
The strength inside ♪

♪ Can't you do the same
And stop the search
For rules to blame ♪

♪ Hey! Hey! ♪

♪ So burn the boats
Let them smoke
Let them fade away ♪

♪ So you can stay and fight
the fight that you were meant
To fight ♪

♪ You gotta burn the boats ♪

♪ Burn the boats, let them smok
Let them fade away ♪

♪ So you can stay and fight
the fight that you were meant
To fight ♪

♪ You gotta burn the boats
Let's go burn the boats ♪

♪ So we dug our foxholes
And waited through the nights ♪

♪ Waited for the cavalry
That never came in sight ♪

♪ Then I knew that the prospect
of forgiveness was evaded ♪

♪ So I said, let's go
Let's go burn the boats ♪

♪ So burn the boats
Let them smoke
Let them fade away ♪

♪ So you can stay and fight
The fight that you were meant
To fight ♪

♪ You gotta burn the boats
Let's go burn the boats ♪

♪ So burn the boats
Let them smoke
Let them fade away ♪

♪ So you can stay and fight
The fight that you were meant
To fight ♪

♪ You gotta burn the boats
Let's go burn the boats ♪

("BURN THE BOATS" CONCLUDES)

(T.J. GROANING) I told him
he'd see the ass sooner
or later.