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[theme music]

[lightning crashes]

[birds fluttering]

[lightning crashes]

[music continues]

[lightning crashes]

[instrumental music]

[Clyde]
Well, I can see I.. Oh.

Hold still. Hold still.

You are.. Oh!
Ah, ah. Oh!

Bang, bang, Mr. Umney.
You better skedaddle.

I got a big, bad gun,
and it's smokin'.

Oh, don't shoot.
I'll do anything.

[Arlene]
Oh, just you wait, Mr. Umney.

[Umney]
Boy, you're awfully slippery.

Ah. I like 'em slippery.
Ha-ha-ha-ha.

You're nothin'
but a high-class gigolo.

Low-class, baby.

[laughing]

Oh, gosh, you're fun.

You think so?

Mrs. Sternwood.
Uh, have a drink?

Clyde, you stinker.

Mr. Sternwood
was the stinker, remember?

And I got you out of it
clean and square.

Oh, Clyde, I thought
we had something special.

We gave it a go.

Right. Well,
no more daydreaming.

I know you don't love me. You've
made it more than obvious.

So, I am going to end my life.

- What is that?
- Drain cleaner.

Drain cleaner?
Somehow, I don't think so.

You know, Mrs. Sternwood,
I don't believe

I've ever really seen you
the way I'm seeing you now.

- What do you see?
- You're lovely.

Cunning.

You are, Mrs. Sternwood,
the last eternal mystery.

Scorching, beautiful..

...built for love.

Not the kind of woman
who would ever

clean her own drains.

- Aah! Oh, my God!
- Sugar crystals.

- Just as I suspected.
- Oh, my God.

[phone ringing]

Clyde Umney,
private investigator.

Oh, I'm a fool.

And you're awfully sweet.

Trouble at blondie's.
I've gotta go.

But-but, Mr. Umney,
I.. Wait, wait, wait.

Get some coffee for her sugar,
will you, doll?

[instrumental music]

- Worries, Mr. Umney?
- Not my style.

What have you got here, Vernon?

Why.. Why, that's Jesus
walkin' on the sea of Galilee.

And my wife dressed up
like sweetheart of the rodeo.

- Nice fringes.
- Hm.

Vernon, you've invented
something here.

We are standing
in the world's first

moving-up-and-down
picture gallery.

Why, it's art
for the modern age.

Efficient, cost-effective..

Look out! He's got a gun!

Oh, God.

[grunting]

[clattering]

[elevator dings]

Oh, my gosh..
Officer, quick.

You're a tough old bird,
aren't ya?

- No worries, Mr. Umney.
- He's right in there.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

That's it. I'm leaving.

- Where do you think you're...
- Don't.

I have to turn you in.

What's your problem, Ardis?

You got popcorn for brains?

I saw what you did, Dunninger.
I couldn't help it.

I was on that street corner
waiting for the bus

when you pulled up
and shot three innocent people.

Now, don't go soft. They were
double-dealing dope addicts.

- I can't just forget it.
- You can if you're smart.

If you turn yourself in to the
police, they'll go easy on you.

That's right.
They'll fry me nice and slow.

When my little sister was lost

drowning in sin

I just waited, thinking
God will protect her

that she'd come to her senses

and it'd be alright.

You know what,
Mr. Dunninger?

God is out to lunch.

Go the police,
and they'll be scraping

your little sister's face off
the pavement and shoveling it

in one of blondie's
homemade mincemeat pies!

Let her go, Dunninger.

Bow-wow.
The talented Mr. Umney.

[intense music]

Clyde, look out!

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[glass shattering]

Stay here!

[male #1]
Behind the bar!

[gunfire]

[instrumental music]

[groaning]

[female #1]
Oh, my!

[whispering]
Clyde?

Clyde?

[distant siren wailing]

- You okay, doll?
- I am now.

Come home with me.

I can't. Mother's waiting.

Run away to Mexico with me,
just you, me, and the road.

It's not like that, Clyde.

- You know it never is.
- It's different for us.

We're one and the same.

We belong together and someday

I'll prove that to you.

- Come on, folks.
- Stan!

- Yeah, Clyde?
- Do me a favor, will ya?

See that Ms. McGill
gets home.

You betcha.

Stay out of the rain, kid.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

[Gloria laughing]

[dog barking]

Shut up, Buster.
Get a job.

[Gloria]
Whoo!

Whoo! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Swell.

[instrumental music]

[Gloria]
Go on. One more time.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Wait. Come here. Come back.

There. Oh! Ha-ha-ha!

- George.
- That's my...

[Gloria]
Wait, wait. Now. Go!

Ohh! Ha-ha-ha!

[Gloria]
Whoa. Okay, one more.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[whirring]

[indistinct laughing]

[dramatic music]

[ticking]

[birds chirping]

[horn blaring]

[birds chirping]

Boys, this is one perfect day.

Somebody should slap a little
"R" inside a circle symbol

right smack
in the middle of this day

a registered Los Angeles morning

a Louis B. Mayer production.

Hmm.

What do you say,
George and Gloria?

Something okey-pokey?

Heh-heh-heh. Feeling
an itchy-wincy hangover?

[cat meows]

Look! Buster, a cat!

Hey, what's the beef?

Why don't you yap
when I need you to

you ignorant mutt?

[instrumental music]

- Vern.
- Mr. Umney.

What happened to Jesus
walkin' on the sea of Galilee?

Where's the sweetheart
of the rodeo? What is this?

[Vernon]
Remember, the party is on Friday.

Wait a damn minute.
What party? What's going on?

[coughs]
Retirement.

[scoffs]
To hell you say.

Mr. Landry's coming.

Mr. Sam Landry,
owner of this building.

If you don't wanna come, fine.

You've been acting
crazy as a loon

for the past six months anyhow.

- What's gotten into you?
- You know what.

It's the big C.

Terminal cancer?
Since yesterday?

I'm retiring to Arizona.

Gonna live with my sister
for as long as I have.

Ha, let's face it

I don't expect to wear out
my welcome.

You're supposed to be here,
right here sittin' on your stool

with Jesus and your wife
over your head. Not, not this.

For how long, Mr. Umney?

And since you know everything

you could probably tell me.

How long do I have
to keep driving this damn car?

[coughing]

Well... forever.

Forever, Vernon.

- You can't retire.
- No?

Oh, the way it looks to me

I really ain't got a choice.

[elevator dings]

This isn't right.

You know it isn't right, Vern.

What's not right,
Mr. Umney?

[laughing]

Bye, Mr. Umney.

[instrumental music]

[Vernon laughing]

Get me the file
on the Mavis Weld case

will you, doll?

[instrumental music]

[Arlene]
"Dear Clyde,
I have had all the groping

and sneering I'm going to take from you.

Life is too short to be pawed

by a washed-up divorce
detective with bad breath.

You did have your good points, Clyde

but they are getting
drowned out by the bad ones.

Do yourself a favor and grow up.

Yours truly, Arlene Cain.

P.S. I'm going back
to my mother's in Idaho.

Do not try to get in touch with me."

She liked it.

She said she liked it.

[Sam]
Bad day, Clyde?

[intense music]

[airplane droning]

Samuel D. Landry
at your service.

Sam Landry?

You're the..

You're the one
that owns the building.

It's all my fault.

I'm sorry, Clyde,
I really am, but, uh..

...meeting you has been, well..

...not what I expected.

For one thing..

...I like you a lot more
than I thought I would.

But I've got business here..

...and there's no going back.

Yeah, y-y-you're not like
any businessman

I have ever seen.

You call that a briefcase?

It's a computer,
a typewriter with a brain.

Ah. Ha-ha. Okay.

I'm gettin' it now.

You carry a brain around
in your briefcase.

You wear shoes that look like

Boris Karloff's
Frankenstein get-up

What are you, some sort
of a horror-movie guy?

No. Clyde,
I'm a literary guy.

What's the writing
on your shoes?

- Reebok.
- Reebok?

Sounds like a dish
on a Chinese carryout menu.

Oh, you like that, huh?

I know all your ideas, Clyde.

- After all, I'm you.
- Yeah.

I noticed the resemblance.

Not familiar
with the Cologne, though.

It's called Aramis.

It won't be invented
for another 40 years or so

just like my sneakers.

The devil you say.

Ah, the devil
might come into it.

Where are you from?

I come from the future, Clyde..

...just like a..

...a pulp-magazine story.

Yeah, you come from Sunnyland
Sanitarium, more like it.

But not like
a science-fiction story.

Not exactly.

What was your father's name, Clyde?

What has that got to do with the
price of cucumbers on Monday?

You don't know, do you?
What about your mother's?

Here's a couple of easy ones
across the plate.

Where'd you go to school?

What was the name
of the first girl

you ever went all the way with?

Okay, stop playin' games.

Where'd you grow up?

Carmel?
Dusty bottom, New Mexico?

- Cut the crap.
- Do you know? Do you?

Yeah. It was, um..

[Samuel]
"San Diego! Born and raised."

San Diego.
That feels right.

It feels right
because I wrote it.

What's a Sony?

Some sort of a side dish
you get with a Reebok dinner?

[chuckles]
It's a Japanese
electronics company.

Oh, now you're
kiddin' me, mister.

The Japs can't even
make a windup toy.

Not now.

Tell me, Clyde, when is now?

- Do you know the date?
- 1938.

W-w-wait, wait a minute.
Uh, 1939.

Don't feel badly. You don't
know, because I don't know.

I've always kept the timeline
vague in my novels.

Going more for a feeling.
Call it Chandler American time.

- Works for my readers.
- Okay.

Tell me what's goin' on here.

[instrumental music]

You're beginning to know, aren't you?

Maybe I don't know my
dad's name or my mom's name

or the first girl I went
to bed with because..

...you don't know.
Is that it?

You're getting warm.

You don't just
own this building..

...you own everything.

Hot, hot, hot.

Hot as a hot potato.

You see the picture on the wall
to the left of the door?

Don't do it.

"On the wall to the left of the door

a revered leader hangs,
but always slightly askew.

That's my way of keeping
him in perspective."

[music continues]

You're a writer.
You made me up.

When? Or is that
even the right question?

You first appeared in a mystery

called "Requiem for a Lady" in 19... 77.

You've grown a lot more complex
and interesting since then.

You were pretty one-dimensional
at the beginning.

Yeah?
What a pisser for me.

Your latest was called
"How Like A Fallen Angel."

I started that in 1995.
Took me five years to finish.

My life's been interesting, Clyde.

Yeah? Well, you screwed up
big-time with this one.

I didn't wanna scare you
any more than I had to.

Yeah? Well, you're
scaring me plenty, mister.

If you created me

and you can turn
George Washington

into Franklin Delano Roosevelt..

...then you can do anything.

[instrumental music]

[keys clacking]

[wind howling]

[intense music]

Buster. Here, boy.

[whistling]

George? Gloria?

It's me, Clyde, from next door.

[intense music]

[wind howling]

[intense music]

Here's to you,
George and Gloria.

No more parties.

No more trips to Palm Desert.

No more Basie and Ellington

blowin' through
the open window in spring.

No more of that Welsh Corgi bark

that goes through your head
like slivers of glass.

[instrumental music]

You did this.

You made George kill his wife,
you stinkin' bastard!

You're a clever boy, Clyde

but readers love nasty murders

because secretly
they wanna be the killer

shoot the annoying neighbor.

Strangle
that whining girlfriend.

Make-believe is a great healer.

Yeah? Well, it didn't heal the Demmicks.

They were good people.

You think you're god,
but you're just a two-bit bully.

Why, I've beaten wise guys
tougher than you

in your own books!

"His revelations hit me like some kind

of debilitating drug.

All the strength went out of my muscles.

My legs felt like a couple of
strands of al dente spaghetti.

All I could do was
flop back in my chair

and look at him."

That's not very good,
but rapid composition

has never been
one of my strong points.

You son of a bitch.

Yeah.

I suppose I am.

You know your client,
Mavis Weld?

She was a character in a novel

called the "Little Sister"
by Raymond Chandler.

- Ring a bell?
- No.

No. Of course not.

In your world,
Chandler never even existed.

But he's the man

for every mystery scribe
since then.

Clyde Umney was the name
of the lawyer in "Playback."

I did it as a... um,
a tribute.

- An hommage.
- Hommage?

Sounds like a fancy word
for stealing, if you ask me.

So what did you come here for?
What's the heist?

I came for you, Clyde.

- For me?
- Sorry.

I'm afraid you're
gonna have to think of your life

in a new way from now on, Clyde

as a, um..

...well, as a pair of shoes.

You're stepping out,
and I'm stepping in.

Oh. How fascinating.

And, uh, what happens
to Clyde Umney?

I want you to see something.

This is my personal diary.

Don't even think about it.

[breathing heavily]

This is stuff I didn't make up.

This is my life..

...the interesting part.

Why did you come for me?

There.

[Clyde]
It's..

It's about a cemetery.

[Sam]
Linda and I went to see
our son's grave every week.

[Clyde]
I'm sorry for you, Landry.

I can't come here anymore.

Why? Are you behind
on writing the book?

How can you say that?

Because the book is all you do.

Yes, I write

in order to stay
relatively sane.

But coming here is like

ripping out stitches
over and over.

Well, I'm not gonna leave Danny.

Nobody's leaving him.

It's just so cold in the ground

and he's all alone.

How long do we go on
blaming ourselves?

Just give me a minute,
will you, hon'?

[instrumental music]

[children screaming]

Mom! Dad!
Look at me!

- Yeah, they're gonna win.
- Don't you dare.

- Go! Go!
- Oh, yeah!

[clamoring]

[instrumental music]

[splashing]

- You owe me!
- Get outta here.

Danny.

Danny!

[cheering]

Danny's at the bottom
of the pool! Come on!

Sam! Sam! Sam!

Danny's at the bottom
of the pool!

Danny's at the bottom
of the pool!

Somebody help!

[instrumental music]

[Linda]
Dan! Danny! No!

- Get him out!
- Help Danny!

Get him out!

[Linda]
Where are you?

Uh, page 187.

No. Not what freakin'
page you're on.

Where are you? How are you?

'Cause you're not here with me.

I'm working.

You're escaping.

Off in your own
private universe.

Oh, God.

You know what?
That's great for you, Sam.

Why don't you just live
in your fictional world

because that way,
you never have to face the fact

that we've lost our son.

I'm aware of the facts.

God. You know what?

Maybe I'm as nutty as you,
but sometimes..

...sometimes I wish
Clyde Umney were here.

He's definitely younger.

I mean, remember when he saved
Ardis McGill from going crazy

when she lost her little sister
to a life of prostitution

and, and how he consoled
Mrs. Norris

and how like a fallen angel,
h-he gave her hope.

He brought her back to life.

He screwed her brains out.

You just sit there
staring at that screen.

Linda didn't know it, but..

...she gave me
the idea to come here.

She's given me
a lot of good ideas.

Not only do you steal
from that guy Ray Chandler

you steal from your own wife.

I've heard of low,
but that's bargain basement.

Are you getting this news flash?

Writers are the most shameless

self-centered bastards
in the world.

We lie, we seduce,
we'll steal your soul.

Anything to look good
on the page.

Eh, you won't get
any tea and sympathy from me.

I'm a bestselling author

and I don't have the words
to console my own wife.

You're my alter ego.

You can do what I can't do.

- Go to Linda. Help her.
- You are nuts!

Like the way you saved
Mrs. Sternwood

from swallowing drain cleaner,
if that'd been me..

...I would've had a panic
attack. But you were great.

I'll stay right here
in my own shoes, thanks.

As you say in your world,
I am the man.

What the hell does that mean?
We're all men.

Here. Take a powder.
I got work to do.

Don't get snotty.
I made you.

Oops. Did we make daddy mad?

Is that how you talked
to your little boy?

Damn you.

Ah, what are you gonna do?

Turn me into a barking dog?

"Dunninger's boys knew
they couldn't touch me

without bringing down the heat.

So they took it out on my girl.

Well, not her, exactly

but her little sister."

Don't do this, Landry.

"And when Ardis found the poor kid

she looked like she'd been attacked

by a circus of crazed monkeys

with Samurai swords."

Stop it, you stinkin' pervert!

"And they carved her
face into monkey meat."

They killed her, Clyde,
my poor little sister.

- I know.
- Why did she have to suffer so?

Ardis, get the hell out of here.

I told you
it would never be good.

This world of ours
is a heartless maze

of greed and hate,
and there's no way out.

You're wrong. The world is
bright because you're in it.

Why do bullies always win?

"She was already over the edge.

And there was nothing
I could do to stop her."

They don't always win.
You know why?

Because there's love.

"She had taken things
into her own hands."

I hear you, my darling.

Ardis, listen.

No!

[grunting]

I wish you
all the love in the world.

[gunshot]

You didn't have to do that.

It's a new chapter, pal.

You think you're pretty slick

Mr. God almighty.

But you're a bush-league
version of god.

I'm not your puppet.
You can't control me.

"My will ebbing

I pushed on."

- "This was it."
- You're dust.

- And your stories are dust.
- "Final adversary.."

- It's the characters...
- "The last gun battle.."

Nobody'll remember your clever...

"...coming at me

like a bullet to the gut."

But they'll remember
Clyde Umney.

Ah, that's right.

Make everything stop
so you can do anything you want.

Clyde Umney would never do that.

He'd call it
the coward's way out.

Let me live.

This is my life.

Too late.

[swooshing]

It's my name on the windows.

I have always wanted
to be a private eye.

Ever since I was a little kid.

To live in a world
I could understand.

Where sweet little boys
don't drown..

...and husbands and wives
don't stop loving each other.

That place is here.

My place, my time,
Los Angeles, 1938.

And that private eye is me.

Is this the end of Clyde Umney?

I don't exactly know
what's coming.

Close your eyes.

I'll try to make this quick.

I hope it doesn't hurt, old buddy.

But you could care less
if it does, you arrogant prick.

"And so I left town.

And as to where I finished up

well, mister

I think that's my business.
Don't you?

The end."

[intense music]

[breathing heavily]

[Linda]
Sam.

I'm Clyde Umney.

Gosh, Sam, what did you do?

You grow a mustache
while I'm mopping the floor?

I'm Clyde Umney,
Mrs. Landry, from 1938.

This is a little early
for Halloween, honey.

Can I come in?
The pool is cold.

[shivering]

What do you expect?

Nobody's used it in months.

I guess nobody would.

Not since your son drowned.

Danny.
He was six years old.

Sam told me all about it.

And I'm sorry. It was a tragic
accident, ma'am

and you don't need to be
shoulderin' the blame.

When did you talk to Sam?

When he came into my office
and stole my damn life.

So..

...this is the house
imagination built.

Sam was big on imagination.

Yeah, I can imagine him.

In cement shoes
at the bottom of a lake.

Sam talked about this.

He called it the big rewrite.

He was gonna write you
out of your world

and write himself back in.

I just thought it was
another one of his daydreams.

But..

Wait, you're..

You're as real as can be.

We swapped lives.

That's what must've happened.

What did it feel like?

There was a... a lot of
bright, green light, and then..

I guess I came in
through the machine.

Like a keyhole
between two worlds.

But it feels alright.

Hm.

That thing is..

...black-magic voodoo.

On a good day.

Does this mean that Sam is gone?

He's probably got his heels up
on my damn desk right now.

Fleecing my clients
and chasing my girl.

Only, she's dead.

He probably brought her back
to life, the selfish bastard.

- Do you want a drink?
- You oughta know.

Oh, hold the phone.

[instrumental music]

[pop]

Hmm. Ahh.

You're a lot more fun in person.

In the novels, you're very grim.

Murder is grim,
Mrs. Landry.

What the hell are we
supposed to do now?

Well..

you're a hard-boiled
detective and I'm a dame.

We could always find
some lonely, gullible type

and shoot him for the insurance.

Irony. You didn't have
that in your world.

You mean talkin' uppity
in order to sound smart?

Yeah.

We had it.

[instrumental music]

Sam Landry,
private investigator.

Sam Landry,
private investigator.

Sam Landry here.

Jes..
Ring.

Landry here.

Doll, I told ya,
don't call me at work.

This is gonna be alright.

[beeping]

Ah. That's swell of you,
Mrs. Landry.

Well, I want you
to feel at home.

Say, uh..

Ahh.

You know how
to work that machine?

Not if you keep
calling me Mrs. Landry.

Couldn't be any harder
than flyin' an airplane.

Like you did in wings of deceit.

You know,
that was not Sam's best.

He had some success,
and then he got fat and lazy.

Are you gettin' this
news flash, Mrs. Landry?

Your husband cared for you,
he didn't want you

to suffer anymore,
because of the kid kickin' off.

That's why I'm here.

That's why
everything's loused up

and somehow I gotta get back.

But you can't, because that's
not the way Sam wrote it.

Well, screw him.

Sam was right, though.

Being with you is having
a very positive effect.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, I call it hell.

Frozen dinners
you cook in a box.

Sneakers that look
like Frankenstein shoes!

Music that sounds like crows

being steamed alive
in a pressure cooker.

There's a lot
to recommend in this world.

The sushi.

Caller ID.

Three hundred-thread-count
Egyptian cotton sheets

available by catalog.

Wait a minute.

Bite me, Clyde.
I'm just a tramp.

I know who are.
You're Cora Papadakis.

The hellcat from
requiem for a lady.

You know, Sam stole that name

from a man called
James M. Cain.

He was a greedy little thief.

- You're no good. You're a bum.
- Oh, God.

Oh, just relax, will you?
We're a married couple.

If you and my husband
are the same person

then technically,
we must be married.

Ardis McGill was always
supposed to be my one true love.

But wait. We don't have to play
by his rules, Clyde.

We can write our own story.

Oh, let's just drive
to Mexico, baby

just you, me, and the road.

Let's make a baby.

I know it's gonna look..

...just..

...like you.

When did you open shop,
Detective Landry?

A few chapters ago.

[grunts]

I see.

So.. What up?

[chuckling]

Um..

You suspect your wife
of fooling around?

[bell ringing]

- Hi, Mr. Landry.
- Candy?

No, thanks.

I'm here to clean your pool.

Oh. So that's what they're
callin' it these days.

[chuckling]
Yeah.

So, you look good.

How's the writing going?

Peachy.

[instrumental music]

I'm home, honey!

- Bang bang!
- No! Whoa!

- Ah!
- Ho-ho! No! No.

- Yeah, you better run.
- Ha-ha!

I got a big, bad gun,
and you're gonna get it.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
I'll do anything.

Danny's at the bottom
of the pool!

Danny's at the bottom of..

[Linda]
Sam! Sam! Go! Sam! Go!

Mom!

Don't shoot. I'll do anything.

- Get out!
- Whoa!

- Whoa! Wai..
- Leave my boy alone!

- Lousy, two-faced..
- Alright, calm down. Calm down.

Washed-up divorce detective
with bad breath.

Calm down.
Calm down, Mrs. Landry.

I just want Sam and Danny.

Get ahold of yourself,
Mrs. Landry.

I thought we could start over.

I thought we could have a baby

and it would look just...

Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

No.

I bought clothes.

I was gonna surprise you
with a second honeymoon.

Or first, or whichever, but..

You're with her.

It's never gonna change,
Mrs. Landry.

This is who I am.
This is how it's written.

No. No.

Because Sam changed the ending.

Sam thought he was god,
but he forgot one thing.

Character is destiny.

Clyde Umney's
never gonna change.

If it makes you feel any better,
I don't wanna be here either.

In this groaning world of yours

with its freight of disease
and senseless violence.

[instrumental music]

Oh.

Just go.

Just go back to wherever
it is you came from.

In a snap, Mrs. Landry.

Only, God didn't leave
the directions.

- I know she is.
- How do you know?

- I saw them together.
- You saw them together.

So that's how you..

...put it together.

- Yes. In the toolshed.
- Mm-hmm.

What, may I ask..

[sighs]
Of course, you may ask.
You ask him.

What were they doing
in the toolshed?

Is it necessary to go into
such personal details?

That's why they say "Private"

in private eye, Mr. Woolrich.

That's pretty good.

[instrumental music]

[siren blaring]

- We need a nurse in here.
- Right there.

His pupils are
fixed and dilated.

- Okay. Let's move him.
- Yes, doctor.

One, two..

We're losing him.

[instrumental music]

[thunder rumbling]

[music continues]

[wind whooshing]

[screaming]

- No.
- Detective Landry.

No. No.

- What on earth?
- No.

[crashing]

[car alarm blaring]

[instrumental music]

What have I done?

What didn't I do?

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[music continues]

[Clyde]
"Ardis McGill was
a really great gal.

I mean, really great.

In the sense that you'd never
met anyone like her before."

Take me back.

Through the looking glass.. now.

Wow.

Honey, that's really bad.

Okay, okay, it isn't perfect.

[scoffs]
It sucks.

- But who says you can't learn?
- God.

I guess it's a one-way thing.
You can't just type the words.

You gotta be a real writer.

Which is what?

A writer wakes up
with his mouth full of pity.

Hemingway said that.

How did I know?
I didn't. It was Sam.

Sam's the real writer.

I'm just me.

Forget it, baby.

No.
I'm gonna get better at this.

Did you read that, Sam?

I'm comin' after you.

I found my way in.

I can see you, but I don't think
you'll be able to see me.

Not until I wrap my hands
around your neck.

[chuckling]

Until next time, pal.

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