All language subtitles for Clubhouse.2013.WEBRip.x264-ION10-sync3

(gentle string and piano music)

- [Electrician] Let me tell
ya something about love.

Love, it's like
grabbing a live wire.

It hits you, and it hurts you,
but you just can't let it go.

I loved this house.

I worked hard helping
Robert fix it up.

And how did he pay me back?

It all started
with the break in.

He heard the noise
and called the cops.

He didn't wait, though.

He went down to greet
the, uh, guest, himself.

That bastard could have
killed him with that poker.

But Robert.

- Here you go, you can take it.

- [Electrician] He offered
him some orange juice.

Hm, go figure.

Then the cops took him away.

After that, Robert got the
idea to write his will.

He doesn't have money.

The Clubhouse is all he's got.

(moving instrumental music)

(footsteps clacking)

- Robert!

Robert?

- He can't hear
you, he's upstairs.

I think he's writing
his will or something.

- At this minute?

While we're all
working so hard here?

- I think the break in
shook him up a little.

It would've scared me to death.

I would get a really big dog.

- Nonsense.

Robert doesn't need a dog.

How many times have I asked
Misha to bring a step ladder?

- I saw him outside.

- I've asked him twice.

You can't depend
on anyone anymore.

- Misha!

- You,

go find Misha.

- [Electrician] I'm surprised
she even noticed me.

To find how strong the wind
is, you walk against it.

Who are these people?

Why does Robert
call them friends?

Do they hide here
from their own lives?

Or do they just like this place?

Or, do they fly to Robert
like bugs to the light?

(gentle instrumental music)

- There is your bladder.

- Ladder.

- Da, thank you, ladder.

- Thank you, Misha.

(Misha speaks in
foreign language)

- He is cute.

- With that face?

You should ask him what he
did in the Russian Army.

- He was a sailor.

- Robert needs to
be more careful

about who he surrounds
himself with.

- Ladies.

This is gonna be the best
fundraising party ever.

- (laughs) We have a lot
of work to do, Robert.

Where is Clarke?

- I just talked to him,
he'll be here soon.

Let's see, his picking
up his painting.

Wiring's being done, Misha's
going to patch the roof,

house is looking good,
and my favorite actress,

(gasping)

and the most beautiful
girl in the world.

What else could a man want?

- [Electrician] Everything
in this house rests

on my shoulders.

But nobody knows my name.

They call me Electrician, huh.

But no man knows how bad he is

until he is tested very
hard at being good.

- [Robert] Oh, here's Clarke.

- [Electrician] That morning,
I found a perfect way

to let them show
who they truly are.

- Sorry I'm late.
- No problem.

- But I brought my painting!
- Place it up here.

- Can we see it?

- Not now.

Tonight, at the party.

- (scoffs) Are you serious?

- I wanna save it
for the big moment.

I've only been working
on it for three years,

for god's sake.

- Clarke,

please, show it to us.

We're anxious to see it.

- Okay.

(soft string music)

- What's the title?

- Four Apples.

- You're a genius,
it's brilliant.

- Really?

- Allegorically, you've
portrayed our lives as apples.

- I did?

- The good apple, the bad apple,

the apple of knowledge,
the fruit of desire.

They're all there together.

This is brilliant, it's
just absolutely brilliant.

You are a genius.

- Well, thank you.

- I'll prove it.

Misha!

(footsteps padding)

All right, look at this.

Tell me what you think.

- I like it.

- You see?

You're brilliant.

- I like green tomatoes.

They good with vodka.

(laughing)

- This is apples, not tomatoes.

- I like apples.

- Let's get back to work.

I'll make lemonade.

- Clarke?
- Yeah?

- It's wonderful.
- Thanks.

- I understand
you're an actress.

- Oh, well I say
I was an actress.

I once made a film
with Cecilia Fox.

- Hm.
- Mm-hm.

- Look at that fireplace.

- Jealous like hell.

She slept with the producer.

The leading act, and
oh, I forgot his name,

played a villain
in that picture.

She wanted to seduce
my husband too,

but he couldn't stand her.

- That's good.

What a house.

- She left her entire fortune
to her stupid little dog,

and I was her best friend.

- Amazing.

- Before we proceed with the
Roy Potts acceptance speech,

(laughing)

I'd like to take this time
to do a ceremonial cutting

for the Clubhouse.

It's a symbolic way to accept
Robert back into the community

and open this historic
and beautiful house.

On this day--

- [Electrician] That
night Robert hosted
a fundraising party

for Roy Potts, a construction
tycoon running for mayor.

Judge Tweed cut the
ceremonial ribbon.

These guys were heavy
hitters, the local elite.

To bring success
to the Clubhouse,

Robert thought he should
be friends with them.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
would you join me

in a toast to our gracious
host, Mr. Robert McKenzie,

for this fabulous fundraiser?

- [Crowd] Hear, hear!

(applause)

- Thank you, Clarke, thank you,

and thank you everybody
for coming out tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight is the happiest

night of my life, so far.

- [Electrician] All
the guests were nice,

well fed, well
dressed, well rounded,

two-faced, and spoiled.

- Now, I'd be remiss
if I didn't thank

my very dear friends
who also happen

to be my board of directors.

Patty Newman, come
on down, Patty.

(applause)

- Thank you, Robert.

- I love you.

Clarke Wilcox, the
talented Clarke Wilcox.

(applause)

And, the lovely and
most beautiful, Adela.

Come on down.

- [Electrician] Robert's
not really that good

at choosing friends.

- Let's give 'em all
big round of applause

'cause I couldn't
do it without them.

- [Electrician] Or
enemies, for that matter

- All right, let's
get down to business.

Roy, we all know that the
previous administration

wasn't always on the up and up,

but I am confident that
with you in office,

all of that is going to change.

A little birdie told me that
congratulations are in order.

The Mayor's construction
company has received the funding

stolen from the new
children's hospital.

The corruption in city hall
may have delayed it's building,

but I am confident
that once you're mayor,

you'll find a way
to get it done.

The new mayor, Roy Potts.

(applause)

- Well done, Robert.

- [Electrician] It's
nice if you intended

to build a hospital for kids,

but what if you just
wanna move the money

from one pocket to another?

- I wanna thank
you, thank you all.

- He shouldn't be
mentioning that stuff

in front of everybody.

- It's his house, it's his wine,

let him do whatever he wants.

- But let me tell you
what I can't stand.

I can't stand it when
people don't obey the law.

- Better not mess with Potts
or he's gonna need that dog.

- I hate dogs.

- All will be prosecuted.

Our city will be an example
of the kind of place

where the law is uncompromising.

Everybody must face
the law equally.

No more corruption,
no more bribery,

and no discrimination.

If you face a prejudice, if
any citizens of this town

see a wrong, you
must come to me.

You don't need an appointment.

Just call the office.

Visit City Hall, just drop by.

We'll have coffee.

Thank you.

(applause)

- Roy, wonderful job.
- Thank you, thank you.

(gentle piano music)

- Mr. Putz, you are a great man.

I liked your speech.

- Well, thank you.

My name is Potts.

- Right, that's what
I said, Mr. Putz.

- I appreciate that,
but, but it's Potts.

Not Putz.

- Putz.

- Potts, Potts, you got it?

- [Electrician] I dropped
the news about Robert's will

to Patty Newman.

I was brief.

The rest was up to
her imagination.

The evening was already spoiled.

Robert's mentioning the
dirty money in public

was not a good move.

Potts was pissed, outraged.

He yelled at his
secretary, Madeline.

Like it was her fault.

No, it was Robert's fault.

I knew it was a bad idea,
but nobody asked me.

Now it's going to get
messy, really messy.

(guns firing)
(men shouting indistinctly)

(gasping)

(rapid breathing)

(pills rattling)

(birds chirping)

(soft string music)

- Knitting?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, it's good
therapy for my hands.

- I see.

So I guess my painting
was sold at the auction.

- Right, what I'd tell ya?

You are a genius, Clarke.

You don't need me to
tell you that anymore.

There is proof.

- Thank you, Robert.

But who got most of the money?

- Clarke,

you have to just enjoy it.

Life is fleeting,
it goes by so fast.

- Indeed.

(footsteps clacking)

Adela, do you need help?

- She asked me if
she could stay here.

She just broke up
with her boyfriend.

- Robert, one day she is
going to kill somebody.

(chuckling)

Have you seen how she drives?

- Oh, and thank you very much
for those sleeping pills.

They're very helpful.

- Oh, did they help?

- [Robert] They
worked splendidly.

- Good, good.

Has anyone seen Misha?

He needs to clean
the back porch.

Misha!

He's never around.

What a day!

- (sighing) How can I
think about joie de vivre

when my own wife hates me?

She only loves herself.

If I say something different,
I'm already the enemy,

and she doesn't yell.

She just looks at you.

God, I hate that look,
when she doesn't see you.

She literally looks
right through you.

- [Robert] Hey, I'm
making you something.

It's gonna be pretty nice.

- Right.

I'll go pick up some
lunch and be back later.

- Okay, let me give
you some money.

- No, no, that's all right.

- Nope, I insist.

(water splashing)

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(snoring)

(locks clicking)

(door banging)

(engine igniting)

(horn honking)

(banging)

- You okay?

You look, flushed.

- I have an audition coming up.

It's nerves, just nerves.

- For what?

- A play.

The Little Theater.

- Hmm.

- They're holding auditions.

- You know, you
really are too good

to waste your talent there.

I really do believe you
should go to New York.

- Maybe I'm not good enough.

Maybe I know that.

- Not possible.

I've seen your
brilliance on stage.

Clarke, tell her.

- I have.

- And?

- Genius.

- See?

- No.

No, I can't go to New York now.

It's too late.

I'm old.

But,

I could open a theater academy.

Kind of an acting,
an acting school.

- Mm-hm.

- With classes for
children, as well as adults.

Workshops, guest instructors.

Oh, I've thought a lot about it,

but I'd need a big space.

Like this room.

Huh, it really is big enough.

♪ Me me me me me

♪ Ma ma ma ma ma

♪ Ma ma ma ma ma

♪ Ma ma ma ma ma
ma ma ma ma ma mo

Oh, the sound, Robert the
sound is extraordinary.

- Mm-hm, it is.

- Graduates could come back
and put on small productions

for family and, and for friends.

- You should be in
New York, or Paris.

- Yep.
- Don't start.

(chuckling)

And stop looking
at me like that.

- When you get the
part in this new show,

we'll come see you, support you.

- Would you stop,

and listen to me?

- All right.

- Eat your sandwich.

Just eat your sandwich,
the two of you.

(low, tense music)

- What's that about?

- You.

It's just you.

Always telling us
how great we are,

how talented we are, we're
all gonna make it big.

We're not gonna
make it big, Robert.

Why do you insist
on embarrassing us?

- You are talented.

I've seen your work.

- Ah, you see me labor
over paintings for years.

That's not art.

- Clarke, I've seen good art.

It could take months, years.

Novelists can spend
years on one book.

It's common.

- That's bullshit.

I'm no artist, fuck this.

(footsteps padding)

You are totally transparent.

- And you're hopeless.

- You think so?

- You did little to
deflect the moment.

- Maybe I have
something on my mind.

- Go back inside.

- What are you up to?

- Nothing.

(somber instrumental music)

(snoring)

Having such a big house,
doesn't mean he's rich.

In fact, the opposite.

It takes so much to keep it up.

- That's what my
wife always tells me.

(door creaking)

Roy Potts won the election.

- (laughing) I don't care.

I don't.

What are you doing?

What's the matter with you?

Stop it.

(banging)

(laughing)

- I know what you did.

- What?

You're scaring me.

What's going on?

(smacking)
(Patty gasping)

♪ Sleeping pills, sleeping pills

♪ Sleeping, sleeping,
sleeping pills

- What?
- You know what.

- Shut up.

- [Clarke] You'll need a lawyer.

- I need to go, it's late.

- It's never too late.

♪ It's never too
late for true love

♪ It's never

- Leave me alone!

- Okay.

But you need me.

We're all on the board.

You'll still have to deal
with us even if he's dead.

(suspenseful music)
(tea trickling)

- Mm.

The tea is cold.

- I know the law.

- I'm tired.

I need money.

- I need a divorce.

- How could one house
have five fireplaces?

- If Adela ran him over,
they'd investigate it.

- Who cares about that slut?

- That's not the point.

Why?

- Besides his obnoxious,
disgusting niceness

which insults me,

because I know the truth.

- Enough with the games.

What do you know?

- You could build a nice studio.

I wouldn't have to worry
about my life anymore.

- He can't die the
way you tried it.

That kind of attention
wouldn't be good for us.

It'd be much better if
he died in his sleep.

- Hm.

- Thanks to you, he
sleeps like a baby.

(Patty laughing)

(muffled footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

- What are you doing?

- Sh, quiet!

You'll wake Robert up.

(snoring)

- What are you doing here?

- We thought he was
having another nightmare.

- Get out.

- Who are you,
telling us to get out?

- I live here.

I'm Robert's friend.

- We are all Robert's friends.

- Get out.

- Okay, okay.

It's getting late,
and we're leaving.

We'll talk about
this tomorrow, Adela.

(soft string music)

- Do you think she knows?

- Do you trust the electrician?

- What would he gain by lying?

- Does she know about the will?

- How the hell would I know?

- We're going to
have to find out.

(sharp inhaling)

(classical guitar music)

- Hi.

- Wine?

(cork popping)

- Da.

(wine trickling)

- You've been in the navy?

- Yes, I was a sailor.

- Did you?

- What?

- In the past, did
you kill people?

- I must go.

- Coward.

- Goodnight.

(gentle wind instrument music)

- Robert,

wake up.

(Robert groaning)

We need to talk.

- All right.

Okay.

All right, what's up?

- I want to talk to you
about Patty and Clarke.

- You woke me to speak
about Patty and Clarke?

Let's just talk tomorrow, okay?

- You don't understand.

- What don't I understand?

- What are they doing here?

- Um...

They're my friends, they're
always welcome here.

You know, it's too
late and I'm too tired.

- I want to tell you
something very important.

- Okay, what?

- You want some wine?

- No.

I don't want any wine.

Okay, tell me.

- Nevermind.

(birds chirping)

(low, tense music)

(Adela moaning)

- [Electrician] Do you
know what energy is?

It's just the
capacity for action,

steam under pressure, a spring
bent ready to be released,

water stored in
an elevated tank.

Once you release the
energy, it's too late.

You can't just put it back.

- Don't speak to him like that.

What you assumed yesterday,

it was horrible,
horrible, unspeakable.

How could you ever
think like that?

- Patty.
- Like what?

Say it.

What exactly did I assume?

And what exactly
you were doing there

in the middle of the night,
while he was sleeping?

- Adela, please.

- I'm leaving.

I don't deserve this.

- Patty,

please, calm down.

We're all here to
help our poor friend.

- I know about the will.

- What?

- I know all about it.

- I don't understand.

- What do you want?

- I live here, I'm not leaving,

no matter what happens to him.

- What is this
girl talking about?

- You want Robert dead

but you're not smart
enough to do this right.

- Oh, ohh.

What?

What?

Clarke!

- Shut up!

Go on.

- Every morning,
he takes a bath.

- That's right!

If you suddenly pull a
person's legs in the tub,

the surprise makes them
inhale and they drown,

almost instantly.

- When would this happen?

- Let me worry about that.

You just chill.

(hair clip clattering)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Hi.

- I came to apologize.

- Where is Robert?

- Where are you going?

Get back to work.

(knocking)
- Robert, I know I said it...

- Misha,

what the hell you doing?

- Sorry.

(footsteps clacking)

What are you doing?

- You barged in.

Do you like to watch?

- No.

Why did you run?

- I was embarrassed.

- No, you weren't.

You wouldn't be
wearing this robe now.

- Well, I was surprised.

I wear it for you.

- What are you doing?

- I think you know.

- Robert is my friend.

- Mine too.

(heavy breathing)

What are you doing?

- I know what you are doing.

- Obviously.

- You are trying to
make Robert jealous.

I won't let you use me to
make him jealous or hurt him.

- You are so sweet.

- You could be the
mother of his children.

(speaking in foreign language)

(Misha gulps)

(low, tense music)

- [Electrician] The Mayor
invited us good citizens

to come by.

(jaw cracking)

So I went by.

- You hae something to tell me?

- [Electrician] And I talked.

- It better be
something important,

because I don't
have time to waste.

- [Electrician] But
how was I to know

that he had his own plan?

(crickets chirping)

(Robert humming)

(gentle string music)

(Patty laughing)

- Finally,

it is,

done.

- What's done?

- My surprise for you.

- Oh yeah?

- Here.

- It's a scarf?

- That's a scarf.

Try it on.

What do you think?

- It's lovely.

Really handsome.

Thank you, Robert,
that's really sweet.

- You should open
a knitting school.

- That's a great idea, Patty.

You know, there's no
end to what we could do

here at the house.

- I know.

- Absolutely no end.
- I know.

- An artist should wear a scarf.

Maybe even a beret.
(Patty chuckling)

- I could make you one of those.

- Not at this time of year.

(doorbell ringing)

- Patty?
- What?

- Please?

(Patty sighing)
(Robert laughing)

- Okay.

(knocking)

- Let me know if there's ever

anything I can do for you.

- No worries, no worries.

(door creaking open)

(muffled speech)

You know,

when my father
returned from the war,

he told my mother that
he believed one day

there would be no
borders between countries

and that all men would
be equal and happy.

- (laughing) You
haven't met my wife.

How can I be happy?

- Well,

personally I think it's a
crime not to be happy, Clarke.

Look at me, I'm in this
chair, but I'm happy.

I'm happy because I
choose to be happy.

- Lucky you.

- Well Clarke, it's
your choice too.

You could choose that.

But the most important
thing for you

is that you have your
passion, you have your dream.

- My dream?

- Your talent.

- Talent is useless if it
doesn't bring you money.

- Hm.

To a certain extent,
everything is useless.

We eat, we shit,
we fuck, we die,

empty, senseless, useless.

If that's the way
you feel about it.

We search for a purpose, then
we find meaning in our life

and we live by it,
or we die without it.

Our lives only have the meaning

that we give it.

- Where's Patty?

- She went to answer the door.

- Strange.

Very strange.

(footsteps padding)

(suspenseful music)

Patty?

Are you out here?

Patty?

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

Lieutenant?

Have you seen Patty?

What are you doing here?

(clattering)

(crunching)

- Madeline?

- The door was open.

I'm here to see your tenant.

- Oh, you mean Adela.

- Right, Adela.

- Yeah, uh, she's upstairs.

- I'll find her.

(suspenseful music)

(muffled speech)

- [Electrician] The cops
came around to scare off

his so-called friends, and
Madeline, she finished the job.

(door slamming)
- What's going on?

- Do you have any wine?

- I do.

Red or white?

- Red.

- [Electrician] I don't
know what she said to Adela.

As much as I'd like
to have seen it,

Adela would be no
match in a cat fight,

and with the cops
backing Madeline up,

what choice did she have?

(footsteps clacking)

(door banging)

(soft string music)

- Were you ever married, Robert?

- No.

You?
- No.

- Here we go.

- Candles.

So intimate.

(Robert humming)

You know Robert,

I don't trust that
girl for some reason.

- Why?

- I'm just looking out
for your best interests.

Nevermind.

I guess I just
wanna protect you.

Robert, did you write a will?

- Why do you ask?

- Your electrician came
to see the Mayor today.

- Okay.

- He said he overheard
a conversation

between Patty,
Clarke, and that girl.

- Adela.

So what was the conversation?

- Your friends are
trying to kill you.

- Did Roy send you?

- The Mayor did send them away.

- Why?

- Well, having you turn up
dead doesn't look too good.

- Okay, well just
finish your wine

and please, tell
the Mayor I said hi.

- I like you when you're angry.

- No, no.

No.

(guns firing)

(men shouting indistinctly)

No!

(booming)
(shouting)

(heavy breathing)

God damn it.

God.

Jesus Christ.

(gentle wind instrument music)

(Robert humming)

What you reading?

Oh, it's in Cyrillic.

- Mm-hm.

- What's it about?

Love, ah.

That is a wonderful thing.

- Do you like Adela?

- Uh-huh, I like Adela.

- She likes you too.

- (laughing) You think so?

- You two make good couple.

You need family, and children.

Give love to get love.

- Give love to get love,
that's very good advice.

This is strange.

- What?

- This letter.

- What's in it?

- It's an eviction notice.

- What's this mean?

- It means they want me
to move out of my house.

- This house?

You're joking.

- I wish I was.

- How can you be evict?

This is your house.

- This claims it's not my house.

You know what I say?

- Your Honor, this is what
the casino will look like.

- I'd make it more
round at these corners,

these edges.

- Yeah, that would be good.

The funds are secure, and
the construction company

is ready.

Everything is in place.

- When will the area be cleared?

- Soon.

It's a touchy situation.

- I don't give a shit
about your problems.

I want my money.

You have your office,
I want what is mine.

Do I have to teach you
how to do your job?

- No sir.

- Why are you still here?

- Why do we need a casino?

- Why do you ask?

- I just thought, we have
enough criminals in this town.

The casino would
just bring more.

- Do you know what
you are, Danaher?

- I'm an officer of
the law, your Honor.

- You're a worthless
piece of shit.

Repeat it.

- I'm a worthless piece of shit.

Sir.

- Get the hell outta here.

(soft instrumental music)

- Officers, what
can I do for you?

- Show us your hands please.

- What?

- Show us your hands, sir.

- Why?

Is this necessary?

- It's protocol.

You have to come with us.

- Is this some kind of joke?

- We have a warrant
for your arrest.

- Can I at least
get my medications?

- No sir, I'm sorry.

Roll him on down this way.

(somber music)

The Mayor offered you a deal,

but we live in a
world where people

have to play by the rules.

- My great grandfather
built that house.

- You know the rules,
and I know the rules.

Don't make it complicated.

- When times got tough,
my family was forced

to sell that house.

I convinced them to sell it
back to me, and they did.

- It's not really yours.

- it's my house.

- Just keep a low profile.

That's all you gotta do.

You'll wind up with some
money in your pocket.

Trust me, this is
not a bad deal.

You don't need that much
to live, or to stay alive.

- Are you threatening
me, Lieutenant?

- No, I'm not threatening you.

I am trying to help you.

- You'd do better
to help yourself.

- How much longer have you got?

How may years, months,
weeks, days, huh?

You'd do better to be
concerned about your health

than about your future.

Let the powers that be
handle this for you.

- It's my house.

(door banging)
(buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

Your Honor, this entire
dispute on my property,

it's a hoax.

- You're a young man.

You should have a
good time, enjoy life,

hunting and fishing, you know.

- I don't hunt, your Honor.

- Well I'm not much
of a hunter myself,

though I like to get
out from time to time.

I go to my place near the lake.

Last year, I saw five
swans swimming in the lake.

What graceful creatures.

I had my favorite rifle with me.

I aimed at one of 'em.

First shot, took
his head clean off.

- I'm here to talk
about my case.

- I'm talking about your case.

Last year there were five.

This year, there
are only four swans.

You're a tiny swan

in a very big pond.

- They're trying to evict
me out of my own house.

- Not your house,
from what I see here.

- I have all the proper
documentations right here,

your Honor.

My great grandfather
built that house--

- I don't have time to listen
to your family history,

young man, but your
documents are forged.

- That's absurd, your Honor.

Look, I worked very hard to
get that property back from--

- Who do you think you are?

You stand up when you're
speaking to a judge.

Stand up!

- I can't stand, your Honor.

I lost the use of my
legs serving my country.

- Your disabilities are not
an excuse to break the law.

- Your Honor--

- Your time is up young man.

Leave, now.
- Your Honor please--

- Head out before
I call security.

You should learn some
respect, young man.

And I promise you, I'll request
a detailed investigation

into your military background.

You have 24 hours to vacate.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Get out.

(somber instrumental music)

- Madeline.

- Robert.

- I was wondering when
you were gonna come.

Welcome.

- I hated that you were
attracted to Adela.

(laughing)

- Is that why she's
not here anymore?

- No.

- Why does Potts want
me out of my house?

- He doesn't need your house.

- But he's the one
who wants me out.

- What makes you say that?

- Let's just say a
little birdie told me.

But I'm glad you're
not involved.

- Come on down this way.

(suspenseful music)

- [Electrician] Now the
Mayor needs my help.

Hm, his own plan.

(tire hissing)

When the passion turns
into coveting more,

you run toward it, blindly,

not knowing when you've
crossed the line,

then you turn around to
see how far you've gone.

(flame whooshing)
(water trickling)

(phone beeping out-of-service)

(suspenseful music)

- Patty.

Patty!

- [Patty] Go away.

- Are you okay?
- You need to leave.

- Clarke.

Clarke.

- Robert, good to see you.

- I need your help, buddy.

- Sure, anything.

- Can I borrow you and your car?

What?

- Ah, I'm sorry Robert.

My wife needs the car
and I gotta paint.

I'm sorry.

- You haven't talked to
your wife in three months.

- Yeah, I know, but
it's not what you think.

I mean, I'd love ya to have--

- You know what, yeah, thanks.

Yeah right, thanks.

- Well besides, your chair's
gonna scratch the paint

and she'll kill me for that.

Robert, I, wait.

Wait!

- Candles again?

- Power's out.

- Brought you some food.

(gentle string music)

- Sit.

Is it safe for you to be here?

- I'll be all right.

- You're risking a lot
to be here, aren't you?

- I don't have
that much to lose.

- Mmm, (sniffing)
you smell good.

(laughing)

(knocking)

Misha, what the hell, buddy?

- I gotta go.

If you ever need
to stay with me.

- Sorry for interrupting.
- That's all right.

- [Misha] Why would you
need a place to stay?

- She was joking.

- [Misha] You are bad liar.

- [Robert] Remember that
letter I showed you?

- Evict.

- Some people are saying
that, it's not my house.

- Did you do anything wrong?

- At the fundraising
party for the Mayor,

I mentioned the money to
build the children's hospital

that the Mayor's
construction company stole.

Yeah.

And then I stupidly helped
that cockroach get elected.

- Mayor Putz.

- Yeah, yep, you're
right there, Mayor Putz.

(soft string music)

- I worried for you.

(laughing)

- You know, I'll be all right.

Thank you, though.

Go ahead.

- I have friend at
City Hall, in archives.

- [Robert] Yeah.

- They must have copy of
this deed and other papers.

Most likely no one's
touched them yet.

We go there, we find them.

- We will?

- Yeah.

(speaking in foreign language)

It means, where there is
truth, there is light.

There is light in the
sky, so there is hope.

- Hope, hm.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Don't you worry, (speaks
in foreign language)

you're not alone.

I'm with you.

- I tell you what, if
we're going to City Hall

you better dress up.

- (laughs) I have tie goes nice.

(laughing)

I pick you up at
seven in the morning.

(suspenseful music)

(siren wailing)

(police radio
chattering indistinctly)

- Sir, can I see your
driver's license please?

- Is there a problem, officers?

- Keep your hands on the
car and spread your legs.

- Is this yours?

- Yes.

- [Danaher] This must be a
little over the legal limit.

You're gonna have
to come with us.

- I haven't done anything wrong.

- I don't think your
visa's in order.

(cuffs clicking)

- [Danaher] We can have you
heading home in 24 hours.

(bell ringing)

(soft instrumental music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(deep exhaling)

(gentle instrumental music)

- [Electrician] It
took Robert a long time

to decide Misha had
let him down too,

but it wouldn't stop him from
going to City Hall alone.

(moving to inspirational
instrumental music)

- I need to see him.

- I'll let him know you're here.

- Thank you.

- What do you want?

- What do I want?

How about exacted
satisfaction for my injury?

Reparation for my dignity?

- You're a funny little man.

- Take the house, but
allow me to stay there.

- What would I want
with your house?

The initial offer
has already expired,

so you just need to get lost.

I mean, who wants a
handicapped worker around

for someone to pity, anyway?

- Nobody.

- Exactly.

We'll demolish the
house and we'll make

an amazing casino, and
there'll be no need

for a small, annoying little
bug like Robert Mckenzie.

- Why?

- Enough.

I've had enough.

It's up to you whether you
live or whether you die.

You can sign the
papers, or I can put you

out of your misery right now.

(chuckling)

- You're gonna shoot me
right here, in City Hall?

My god, Mayor, this is not war.

You can't just shoot people
because they get in your way.

- Oh no, but I can defend
myself from an intruder.

It's got your
prints all over it.

- What did you do
with my friend?

- Nothing.

He's probably drinking
vodka with his comrades

as we speak.

Just sign the papers.

- No.

- Stubborn and stupid.

- What about the
children's hospital?

- You know what?

Fuck the hospital, fuck
the children, and fuck you.

- Would you like
some orange juice?

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

(Mayor grunting)
(blood dripping)

(thudding)

(dark techno music)

(humming)
(flame whooshing)

(water trickling)

- [Electrician] With the
Mayor out of the way,

only the judge could
hold Robert back now.

(sitcom laughter)

- According to authorities,

Mayor Potts has
disappeared with the money

from the children's
hospital fund.

His current whereabouts
are unknown.

Jerry Foster is at City Hall.

- I'm here with the
Mayor's secretary.

What can you tell
me about the safe

where the money was kept?

- It was always locked.

Only he knew the combination.

- [Jerry] Did you
suspect anything at all?

- [Madeline] No, no.

I never thought anything
was out of the ordinary.

- Did you know anything about
the plans for the casino?

You heard it here first, folks.

A casino built within
the city limit.

(suspenseful music)

(somber instrumental music)

(men shouting indistinctly)
(guns firing)

(booming)

(heavy exhaling)

- How long you been there?

- A while.

Robert, I want you to
let this house thing go,

and let's go away together.

- How would we do that?

- I knew the combination
to the Mayor's safe.

I have the money, we got it all.

- Oh Maddy, (deep exhaling)

you shouldn't have
taken the money.

- Nobody knows anything.

They think the Mayor's
run with the money.

We can go far away,
anywhere you want.

I'm done here.

- No, I'm, I'm not
gonna run away.

I'm not.

(soft vocalizing)
(somber music)

(door banging)

(suspenseful music)

- Your Honor, what
brings you here?

(screaming)

(blood splattering)

- I would be quiet
if I were you!

This is your ear.

- What do you want?

- Where's the money?

- What money?

- Wrong answer.

Don't waste my time.

- It's in the kitchen.
- What kitchen?

- The Clubhouse,
it's under the sink.

I'm telling you the truth.

- I know.

(gun firing)
(groaning)

(screaming)

(thudding)

(blood dripping)

(police radio
chattering indistinctly)

- Just what happened here?

- This son of a bitch
got what he deserved.

- No, I mean, why did
these two go at it?

That looks like the Mayor's gun.

- You think he's dead too?

- It would explain a few things.

- The secretary didn't
seem like the type

that would kill the Mayor.

Not by herself, anyway.

- So,

if he didn't run,

and they killed him,

who's got the money now?

(suspenseful music)

This is for you.

- We missed you so much!

- I baked a cake for you.

- [Electrician] So it
looks like a happy ending

for everyone at the
Clubhouse, right?

- It's all over the news.

Mayor Potts has disappeared
with the hospital funds.

FBI agents are all
over the place.

We're gonna need a new mayor.

- First the Mayor disappears,
and the secretary.

- Did she disappear?

- You don't know?
- What?

- She was found
dead with the judge.

- Found her with her ear
cut off, and stabbed.

She bled like a stuck pig.

- I will get some glasses.

- You should run
for mayor, Robert.

Our boys would vote for you.

- Me too!

- We don't need a casino.

We need someone to run
this town with authority.

- Precisely.

(gentle wind instrument music)

- I'm going upstairs
to take a bath.

- Great, enjoy yourself.

- I may need your
help, with my hair.

- Of course, why don't you go up

and I'll be up in a few minutes.

(glasses clinking)

- [Electrician] What
would he do without me?

(elevator humming)

(suspenseful music)

- It's so good to be back.

I love this place.

- Mm-hm.

Something bad always
rises to the surface.

Man,

is either busy being born,

or busy dying.

(splashing)

(gentle choir vocalizing)

(bubbling)

(suspenseful music)

(light clicking)

- [Electrician] I
planned it all very well,

except that Robert
wasn't quite as grateful

as I thought he might be.

(electricity buzzing)

(Electrician groaning)

(thudding)

He killed me, too.

(eerie music)

- But we all have to eat, right?

That's why I spend most of
my time here. (laughing)

- Lucky for you.

- Don't you think
this house is too big

for just one guy?

You know what I mean?

- Clarke.

How's your scotch?

- Ooh, fine.

Exquisite taste.

- Strong drink,

just like a good overcoat,

keeps ya warm.

- Really. (laughs)

Thank you.

It really is a wonderful day.

Where's Adela?

Doesn't she want to
have a drink with us?

- Moved by pity
and apprehension,

I begged her to
be of good cheer,

and to make herself perfectly
easy to the issues at hand.

- What?

- But, she would not hear me.

(gagging)

(energetic rock music)

(choking)

Poor man,

really,

is of no consequence.

- We just witnessed a murder.

- Yes, we did.

- Gentlemen,

would you care for
some orange juice?

- I prefer scotch.

- I don't need
juice, but she might.

- I, I, I forgot my keys.

- [Electrician] Robert
doesn't know yet

there's a big bag of cash
waiting for him under the sink.

- These keys?

- [Electrician] But
the cops had it right.

The old boss is gone,
and they need a new one.

Robert's the perfect
fit, a decorated hero.

He'll soon become the new mayor,

and finally, he'll bring
order to this crooked town,

if not the law.

(dark rock music)

Patty Newman was never
a real good runner,

and she wasn't wearing her
running heels that day either.

Besides, there's no where to go.

(soft instrumental music)

Pressure has been applied
and hardness put forth.

Natural forces tweaking
the order of things.

And here we are.

You wonder what was
in Robert's will?

Well, he never left
anything to his friends,

and obviously not to me.

Everything was set to go

to the children's
hospital all along.

(gentle string music)

You know, when passing
electricity from place to place,

you should avoid
heating the conductor.

But in the end, if the wire's
resistance is high enough,

the heat may produce light.

Oh yeah.

(dark rock music)

(gentle instrumental music)