All language subtitles for Mad Dog Time (1996) 1080p Blu-ray

On the other side of the cosmos
in deep space

a parallel universe was born.

Vic's World.

It was joyful. It was full of joy.

Vic's World was
goddamn fucking full of joy.

Things changed

Vic's World now.

No cops, no laws, no morality.
No order, no meaning.

- How are you, Red?
- I'm OK, Ben.

- Vic is getting out.
- Oh, yeah.

He wanted me
to personally thank you

for helping to keep
the Rough-House running smoothly

while he was gone.

Well, it's my pleasure.

And Vic also wants you to know,
that as far as he's concerned,

the entire Jules Fiamingo thing
is over.

Clean slate.

So consider yourself

back on the payroll.

You know, I judge a man's life
by the way he dies.

Your life is a mess, Red.

How are you, Mickey?

Vic is getting out.

And he wanted me
to personally thank you

for keeping his girl company
while he was gone.

My pleasure.

He thought it was really
considerate of you. He did.

Only trouble is,
nobody knows where Grace Everly is.

So they can give her the good news
about Vic getting out.

Mickey, where's Grace?

Mickey, where is Grace?

I tucked her away in a nice, safe spot.

You know, it's a pity
you didn't stick to just tucking.

Otherwise you wouldn't be in this jam.

Consider this the coup de grace.

Ben, you're not gonna kill me.
You don't have the balls.

I don't have the balls?

Did you hear that, Sleepy Joe?
I don't have the balls.

I'm "Brass Balls" Ben London.

I've got balls of brass.
Brass balls has Ben.

I'll kill anybody I want to kill.
Just ask Red.

Oh no, Vic wanted Red dead.
Vic doesn't want me dead,

till Grace is found.
And your balls belong to Vic.

I'm holding all the cards, Ben.
I'm holding Grace.

He's got a Grace in the hole.

Rita.

Hello, Mickey.

Long time, no see, sweetie.

This is strictly business, Holliday.

You're working tonight,
if you're in the mood.

My boss is waiting.

- Flamingo's outside?
- Shooting match is on.

OK, bye.

- Hi, Holliday. Good to see you again.
- Doctor.

You want some champagne?

A sip.

You know Red, don't you?

We discovered him sitting there
when we got in.

To life.

Vic is getting out.
And Vic is gonna want you dead.

No, Vic's gonna want you dead.
Ask Red.

Let's face it. It's mad dog time.

You know how his brain works.
He's trigger happy.

He'll want me dead, you dead,
Grace dead, everybody dead.

He'll want you dead first. I just tried
to get my mitts into his business.

But where you put your mitts
could get a fella killed quicker

Not as long as I know where Grace is
and he doesn't.

So the gent from back east has arrived?

Lee Turner

He's at the 'D'
with that conniving manager of his.

Odds are still running 8 to 5.

Good evening, Jules.
Mickey, welcome.

Gabriella.

- Good luck.
- Sweetie.

- Knock'em dead.
- Watch this.

- Jake.
- Flamingo.

Hi, Lee.

Fuck you.

- I've heard nice things about you.
- I don't give a flying fuck.

If there's anything I can do to make
your stay in town more comfortable,

please don't hesitate to ask.

I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out,
Holliday.

Show me.

You gotta look at this thing
philosophically.

You saved on bullets again.

Yeah, you are the champ.

It's over between Grace and me.

Rita.

Nice work, Holliday.
I lost a bundle tonight.

There's only one in your league now.
A new fellow. Falco.

Heard of him? Nicholas Falco?

Talk to me again next year.
But clear it with Jules first.

I hear, you may not be alive next week.

I hear, Vic's getting out.

Flamingo just told me.

- Rita, you look lovely tonight.
- Jake, you can stick it up your ass.

I missed you.

Show me.

This is the best way
for Grace and me to play it.

I wanna see her
coming out of this alive.

I owe her, in fact.

Fine. And do you have a plan
on how to play it with Vic?

Well, I won't know how to play it
with him until I see him.

OK.

I'll be at La Difference until 2:30.
Jules likes me to close up.

If you want me to feed you,
get there before midnight.

- That's when I shut down the kitchen.
- OK.

Lee Turner
What a fraud our pal turned out to be.

But gentlemen, I have great news.
Vic's getting out.

Now everyone is gonna
get in everybody's way.

How do you see this going down?

Vic nails Ben. Vic nails Holliday.
We nail Vic.

- Vic nails Ben?
- Ben's balls are getting too big.

Vic will straighten that out
fast enough.

I look forward to seeing Ben dead.
I look forward to seeing Vic dead.

And I especially look forward
to seeing Mickey Holliday dead.

It won't be long before this place
is wide open for us.

Vic's getting out of
the funny farm tomorrow.

Vic, Vic...

...is dead.

You wish he was dead.

When I tell you what he told me,
you'll wish that you were dead.

Anyway...

When Vic checked into that clinic
a while ago, I thought:

He's gonna have a nervous breakdown,
no big deal.

But Vic is sick, Mick.

Vic is a sick prick, Mick.

Vic is a paranoid schizophrenic.

Who would have thought it?
Our Vic, a paranoid schizophrenic.

And I thought he was just a putz.

Vic told me,

that God speaks to him
all day and all night.

He can't get a good night's sleep
because God won't stop yakking.

And here's the bombshell, Mick.

Vic does not want you dead anymore.

But God does.
At least, that's what Vic claims.

So, you're off the hook with Vic.

But you're in deep shit with God.

There are long periods of time
when Vic loses contact with reality.

That means he could kill you
and not even realize it.

I think you should tell him
that he has killed you already.

And hope that he believes you.

Hey, Ben. Do you want a drink?

The only other thing is
his personality. No longer integrated.

In fact, his personality has split
into several distinct personalities.

Which is why I tracked you down.

To let you know that his personalities
are getting out tomorrow.

The clinic can't let them all out
together. That's too dangerous.

But all of Vic should be regrouped
by tomorrow evening.

So, why don't you

drop by the Rough-House
and welcome them all back home?

Hey, I might.

I hear. that you're banging Rita again.

Rita Everly.

Grace Everly.

They're some women, Mick.

Those Everly sisters.

How is Grace handling all this stuff
with you and Rita?

How is Rita handling you and Grace?

Talk about sibling rivalry.

You'll have to stop banging around.

The thing is, if one of Vic's
personalities don't get you,

one of those Everly sisters will.

That is my Big Bang Theory.

Nicholas Falco.
Have you heard anything about him?

Nothing I believe.

Here's the kicker
He has this crazy lung thing.

It's incurable. He wants to make
the most of the time he has left.

Let's get Holliday and Falco together.
Quickly.

How quickly?

In honor of Vic getting out today,
how about five minutes?

Less than a year.
The guy is so young.

That's a tough break Falco got.
He's only in his forties.

I'll tell you flat out:
Life is like that. It's trigger happy.

And there but for the grace of God,
go the four of us.

Some nitroglycerin.
For the angina.

How are you gonna play Vic?
You need my help?

Don't worry about me.

I always land on my feet.

Today you'll land on the coffee table.
Meet Nicholas Falco.

Take your time.

Now everything is in order

It's all going according to plan.

Time to send for Jacky Jackson
and the rest of the boys.

I always knew it.

As close as they were, I knew

Vic and Mick would lock horns.
It's the nature of things.

I knew that if I waited,
everything could be mine.

I waited so long knowing what I knew.

Knowing no one else knew what I knew.
And I knew that I knew that.

I'm one all-knowing fucker

Tonight is the first night
of the rest of my life.

Vic's getting out
of the loony bin tonight

Vic's car just pulled up.

Vic.

Wells, Davis, Jake.

- How's the vagina?
- Angina.

Rita. Vic will be in here any second.

Would you be my date
at Mickey's memorial service?

I wouldn't be caught dead with you
at his memorial service.

I'm not like other guys.
I'm not tricky.

I don't have a Grace up my sleeve.

I understand the tangled web
of a woman's emotions.

OK, boss, I'll see you inside.

We'll be waiting for you.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Welcome home, Vic.

We like to think of it now
as our home, too.

From me and the boys.

Thank you.

Can you join us
for a round of Thorazine?

Thorazine. That's funny.

You're a funny guy.

- Good to have you home, boss.
- Sleepy Joe.

You gotta stay interested.
That's my philosophy. I'll help you.

- How are you, Vic?
- Good. You?

- I'm good, too.
- Good.

- Send a thank you note to Jake Parker
- OK, Vic.

Mickey Holliday.

Hello, Mickey.

Gabriella, please stay.

- Care for a drink?
- No, thanks.

- Something to eat?
- No thanks, Vic.

Are you back with Rita? Or are you
just waiting to see how I play it?

- Yeah, I'm back with Rita.
- And?

It's over, Grace called it quits.

- Any interest in seeing me?
- Well, she's scared.

What have you heard
about my situation?

I don't pay much attention
to what I hear secondhand.

There's no reason to get long-winded
or fancy about this.

I'm a loony.

Clinically.

But we think we found some ways
to keep it under control.

Tell her, it was the chemistry
that made it impossible to be with me.

Tell her,
that I'm sorry about certain things.

I'll tell her

So...

- How do you read Jake Parker
- He smells weakness.

He's gonna move in on that
unless you do something.

- Why don't you do something about it?
- OK.

And soon. Before they really dig in.

When did he show up
with Davis and Wells?

Tonight was the first time
I've seen them together

- He must be crazy to come after me.
- Jacky Jackson is the craziest.

Don't let Jake get his crew in town.

Don't wait until it gets too crazy
for you to handle.

Holliday calls all the shots
on Jake Parker

- No problem.
- God...

Ben?

- Understand?
- Fuck that, Vic.

- That's how it's gotta be. My way.
- Oh, no.

- Yeah, my way.
- Oh, no.

Yeah.

OK.

Be nice to Ben,
but if he gives you any trouble...

...shoot him.

All right.

There but for the grace
of Vic and Mick, go you.

Clean up the craziness for me, Mickey.
Get the balance back.

And I want Grace coming through this
in one piece.

Keep her out of sight
until things are back to normal.

More bullshit.

- Consider yourself on the payroll.
- Consider this a freebie.

But nobody lays a finger
on Jules Flamingo.

You'll have to excuse me.
Lot of running around to do tonight.

I've been away from the shooting match
for too long.

Is she still pregnant?

Yeah.

I'm giving a homecoming party
for myself tomorrow.

You're all invited.

Hi, Holliday.

Can't say I'm tickled to see you alive,
but I had a contingency plan.

How about Falco and you at the'D'
in half an hour? Just for fun.

- I told you, talk to me in a year
- You'll be there.

Falco killed Jules Flamingo.

I've heard a lot about Nicholas Falco
over the last few days.

He's quick on the trigger
Very quick.

Quicker than Mick.

Nick's quicker than Mick
and Mick isn't as quick as Nick.

I pick Nick over Mick,
which is not so good for Vic.

Is Grace pregnant by Mick or Vic?

Mick, if you are the daddy,

can we sell tickets
for when you tell Rita?

Be at the 'D' in 20 minutes.

- Pregnant? Who is the...?
- Vic's the father

I can't explain this
without explaining all of it.

And you're kind of touchy when
it comes to stuff about your sister

- I figured this was the best way.
- For you, maybe. Not for me.

I thought this time around
maybe we wouldn't bullshit each other

What else are you holding back?

Jake said
that Falco killed Jules Flamingo

Holliday?

This is Nicholas Falco.

Thanks to him,
I'm now using Jules as a giant coaster

Please, sit down.

- So, who you got coming?
- Ben London.

You and Ben should really hit it off.

- Just a feeling.
- Falco and I worked up a plan.

You wanna hear, how you're gonna die?

First I'm gonna shoot you
in the stomach.

Then I'm gonna shatter your shin bones.
That's so you don't go nowhere.

That's the first part.

Second part, Jake and me are gonna
sit back and have a drink,

and watch you die real slow.

And when you're almost dead...

...I'm gonna blow
your fucking brains out.

I see.

Nicholas...

Geez, what's that second part
of the first part?

I don't get it. You're plugging me
in the belly,

but then you're gonna waste
two more shots

with this
shattering of the shin shit?

Wouldn't it be better to bury
a bunch of bullets in my belly,

skip the second part of the first part,
go into the first of the second part,

you know, the bit with the booze,

and then the blowing out
of the brains bullshit.

To be honest with you,
it just seems so highfalutin for me.

My way is simpler. I shoot you
in the forehead and go home.

Sorry I'm late.
Hey, Nick. I'm Ben.

I hear, you don't have to do
any Christmas shopping next year

I hear, you got a date
with Jimmy the Grave Digger

The world is an ungracious place.

You gotta look at it in a positive way.
We're all gonna die.

You gotta look at it like
you're beating us to the finish line.

You are coming first in death.

You know what my philosophy of life is?

Nobody knows beans, but Ben.

It's kinda Zen.

Zen by way of Ben. Ben Zen.

I'm a practicing Ben Buddhist.

In certain circles I'm known
as"Bubba" Ben London.

You're not so hot
on the chit-chat, Nick.

Is he already dead?

I think he's dead,
but with him it's kinda hard to tell.

All those stories.

This guy was a big, fat nothing.

What do you figure is better
over the long haul?

Cunning or balls?

A healthy mix.

Jake was cunning,
but outfoxed himself.

In my opinion,
he had a really crappy Grand Design.

Angina. There's nothing wrong
with this guy's heart.

Nitroglycerin, my ass.
These are Tic Tacs.

What are we gonna tell Wells and Davis?
That he died of bad breath?

Oh yeah, that's"Wacky" Jacky Jackson.

It's about time the rest of Jake's crew
came out of the woodwork.

Let me fuck with them for a while.

Hello, boys.

Tic Tac, anybody?

Jake's dead.

Died of cirrhosis halitosis.

Sit down.

Not now. Those two guys
got too many pals here.

We'll do it...

...tomorrow.

Tomorrow at Vic's party.

Gottlieb and his gravedigger want you.

Everybody wilNbe at Vic's party
It's gonna be mad dog time

Do you think
Vic wants Grace dead, Mickey?

That's a tough one to call.

But I gotta stick around to find out.

I...

You know, I went dead inside

a while back
and she helped pull me out of it.

So, I owe her

Before Grace disappeared,
she said she was still nuts for Vic.

She wants to get back together with him
if everything is right with his head.

I promised I wouldn't kill him
unless he backed me into a corner

Are you torching for her, Mickey?

No.

If you're bullshitting me
about any of it,

I'll slit your throat
from ear to ear

Come here.

That's Jake's RSVP to Vic's party.

I'm gonna go get you something to eat.

Don't dawdle, Mickey.

Mickey.

Mickey.

I...

I thought you should know:

Sleepy Joe got his head
full of holes last night.

He got his brains blown out.
In fact, he's dead.

You don't know the size
of someone's brain,

until you've swept it up
off the carpet.

Let me tell you,
Sleepy Joe had quite a brain.

Let's face it, Mick.
Vic didn't believe you last night.

Tic Tac?

Thank you, Ben London.

Rita, how are you?

Are you coming to Vic's party?
It's gonna be some wing-ding.

Be sure to bring Mick's
dental charts for identification.

Tonight we'll get to see
each other' s cards.

And the way I figure it is this:

Mick is bluffing.
Vic isn't playing with a full deck.

And I get to take home
the whole kitty, Rita.

See you at Vic's party tonight.

Rita.

- Glad you made it. You look beautiful.
- Thanks, Vic.

Ladies and gentlemen. Folks.

And Vic.

I cooked up a little something.

It's kind of my way of saying:

"Welcome home, Vic."

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Danny Marks!

Take it away.

Vic, this is for you.

And now, the end is near.

And so I face the final curtain

My friends

I'll say it clear.

I'll state my case

Of which I'm certain

He lived a life that's full

He traveled each

And every highway

But more, much more than this

Vic did it Vic's way

He did it his way

Regrets, he had a few

- Introducing Grace to Mickey. Kidding.
- But then again

Too few to mention

He did what he had to do

And he saw it through

Without exemption

- You're a paranoid schizophrenic, Vic.
- He planned

Each chartered course

Each careful step along the byway

But more, much more than this

Vic's gonna do it Ben's way

He did it his way

- He loved
- Not lately.

He laughed, he cried

He's had his fill, his share of losing

A lot of that lately.

But now, as tears subside

He finds it all so amusing

Danny, is he finding it amusing?

To think he did all that

And may I say

Not in a shy way

Oh, no

Oh no, not me

Ben did it Ben's way

For what is a man?
What has he got?

If not himself

Then he has not

To say the things

He truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows
I took the blows

And did it my way

Yeah!

Oh, yeah.

Danny, you're through in show business.

This is the last time
I ever share a stage with anyone.

From now on, I'm doing a single.

I thought it was impossible,

but you really brought
something fresh to that song.

For my money,
this is the definitive version.

Is that you talking, Vic?
Or is it the medication?

Thank you all for coming.

Rita, nice of you to drop by.

Holliday...

You stay.

Vic, I like how you handled that.
Very nice.

You certainly had grace under pressure.

Personally I prefer Grace under me.

Vic, what would you say is best
over the long haul?

Balls or grace?

A healthy mix.

I think too much grace makes you loony.

It triggers craziness.

Think of the craziness
your craziness has triggered.

Your girlfriend left you.
Mick hooked up with her

You got more crazy.

That made me conclude
that you don't know shit.

Ben, go home.
Pack your bags and leave town.

First of all,
nobody tells me what to do.

Ben, hop home, pack your bags
and leave town.

I'll hop home
when I'm fucking good and ready.

I judge a man by the way he dies.

Your life was one note.

Ben, you can't shoot any better
than you can sing.

Now put the gun away, roll home,
pack your bags and leave town.

I am"Bubba" Ben London.

Mickey, don't you get it yet?

Vic is using you to clean up
the craziness and then

he's gonna clean you up.

Everything under control?

Who the hell are you?

Nicholas Falco.

Mickey, didn't we kill him already?

The real Nicholas Falco.
There's never been anybody like him.

Best trigger man I've ever seen.

Bar none.

You mean...

...we killed...

...a phony Falco?

We killed a pseudo Nick?

You mean Jake pulled a Nick trick?

It's all related.

All oneness.

Mick...

...Vic...

...Nick.

Life is beautiful.

Brutal.

Mystical.

Cockamamie.

I am"Brass Balls" Ben London.

Oh, what a pair of balls had I.

You got a couple of minutes?
I wanna show you something.

- Gabriella.
- Mickey. Meet Nicky.

Mick, take a look at my new chairs.

- Oh, nice.
- I picked them up today.

Really?

Very, very relaxing.

Very, very relaxing.

- Right, Nick?
- Hell, yeah.

You gotta sit down in one of these
to appreciate it.

Come on, take a load off.

What's all this?
Oh yeah, it's comfy.

Comfy?
That's what Wells and Davis said.

- They were here?
- Yeah, tonight.

- Tonight?
- Yeah.

I asked Nicholas
to show them my new furniture.

They flipped.

Well, sure.
It's good quality merchandise.

- I suppose you heard that Nicholas...
- Oh, Vic.

I never pay attention
to what I just hear

Well, anyway.
Nicholas is fit as a fiddle.

He'll be working with me
for a long time.

Maybe so.

One.

One.

Two.

Three.

Three.

Are we gonna throw the guns
at each other

Show me.

Vic. Grace wants to see you, Vic.

This bullet dropping shit.
That's fun stuff.

Hey, Mickey.
I could be way off on this,

but I think I spotted your weakness.

Yes, yes.

I could be wrong, but...

Jackson."Wacky" Jacky.

Should I run down
and pick up those bullets?

- Hi, Mickey.
- I could kick myself.

Hi, Mickey.

What happened to Ben?

He was rehearsing a one-man show.
It closed.

That's too bad. I liked Ben.

He had a fresh breath.

Vic, I hear, you're having
a lollapalooza of a depression.

I hear, you're feeling blue.

I hear, that you're having a,
how do you call it...a bad day.

That could last the rest of your life.

- Wanna hear my philosophy of life?
- I really would.

I'd like nothing better
but Mickey and I are very busy.

- Would you like to recommend the book?
- It's too short to be in a book.

I think philosophies should be short.
My philosophy is:

I don't give a fuck.

- That's a little over my head.
- Doesn't bother me.

Because I don't give a fuck.

When it comes to not giving a fuck,

you guys are just dabblers.

Have you ever heard of a guy
named Nicholas Falco?

Can we talk a minute?

Maybe he should have given a fuck.

A short philosophy
isn't necessarily the best.

Sometimes it pays
to shop around for one.

I think they locked
into their philosophy too quick.

An Eastern philosophy
would have been good for them.

I don't know. Jackson is not the type
to search for himself.

So...

What do you think of the new gent?

Falco? He's a humdinger

He's so quirky and interesting.
I love those sunglasses.

I love the way he left the gun behind.
That was good.

And that voice. Spooky.
Spooky voice.

I'd say very good.

Maybe I finally found
someone better than you.

Well, Vic...

...you found somebody quicker, but...

...pretty soon you won't have
anyone to talk to but him.

Everyone else will be in Gottlieb's
Mortuary with Jimmy the Grave Digger

Then you'll be
talking to yourself again.

- Did you tell Grace everything I said?
- Yeah.

- About the imbalance triggering the...
- Yeah.

- And that I was sorry about...
- Yeah.

You didn't tell her anything, did you?

No, I didn't.
Because I don't know where she is.

She disappeared.

OK...

Oh, so I got a message.

Midnight tomorrow at Grace's office.

But I'm not sure it was from her

Rough night, huh?

It's about to get rougher

- I may need you tomorrow night.
- OK.

Vic may have located Grace.

It's all coming to a head.

Mickey?

Let's try and make it work
between us this time, please.

Come here.

What's your philosophy of life?

Laughs.

Laughs are deep in your blood too, Vic.

There's a lot to laughter as an elixir

It's a healer, You feel blue, right?
I'm feeling down, but...

I'm better

I hope we don't crash.
Don't you, Vic?

Wanna hear my fucking philosophy?

To hell with goddamn everything.

You gotta tell me
if Grace shows tomorrow night.

Do you wanna kill her
or do you want me to kill her

It's time to make arrangements with
Gottlieb and Jimmy the Grave Digger

It's goddamn time

I'm gonna need you later tonight.
Sweetie.

Vic's getting out today?

Grace, Vic got out two days ago.

He wasn't ready for you. I'm still
not sure if he's ready, but...

...if you wanna take a chance...

He says he has something
for the balance.

And to keep things under control.

Now, that may be true,
but it may not be true.

In which case,
he'll be dancing on our graves.

I've been seeing Rita
over the last few nights.

You've been seeing Rita at night,
and me in the day?

Yes.

Rita is gonna kill you. Oh, yeah.

Do you have a death wish?

I know.

How long did you think
you'd get away with this?

I was hoping forever

A little heaven on earth.

Yes.

- I'm gonna miss you, Mickey.
- Sweetheart.

- Do you have a plan for tonight?
- Yeah.

Do you think Vic's got a plan?

Yeah.

Gottlieb.

Hello.

Hey, Vic.

Jimmy the Grave Digger
is right on time.

Come on.

Sell me your motherfucking heart.
It's dead.

How are you, Vic?

Better

Nick Falco. Grace Everly.

- I've heard a lot about you.
- Thank you.

Vic gave me the whole works.

He's crazy about me.

- I told Mick to tell you some things.
- He told me.

Hello, Rita.

Hello, Grace.

- Rita Everly, Nick Falco.
- I've heard a lot about you.

Let's get everything out in the open.

It's healthier

Vic, you want to kill Mickey.

And you wanna kill me too.

Rita, it's been so long, you probably
forgot why you wanna kill me.

So I'm gonna give you
some fresh reasons.

I owe Mickey a lot.

I kinda went dead inside a while ago,

and he helped pull me out of it.

- Bullshitter
- He was with you the past four nights.

But you don't know that
he's been with me these last four days.

One more thing, Rita.

Mickey's crazy about you.

Do you know what I wish?

I wish the two of you would go dead.

On the outside, goddamn it.

This truth shit is fun.
Anyone else have something to share?

How am I doing, Mickey?

Vic, I'm nuts for you.

And I'm gonna have your child.
I want us back together

We're kind of a healthy mix.

You think about that.

I know it's your favorite game.

Mickey, I'm quicker than you.

Yeah, I know, but...

...you only have one bullet.

You only have one bullet.

No, I got another bullet tucked away.

I think I've got
a bullet tucked away, too.

You see, I'd bet my life
that you don't have one tucked away.

Bad bet for you, Holliday.
You missed the truth.

Vic ain't interested.
He doesn't want to live anymore.

It was triggered
by a goddamn profound ennui.

Not that again.

Since I've known him, he's gone
through that like half a dozen times.

This is the last time.

After I finish killing off
you and Grace...

...Vic hired me to kill...

...Vic.

Let me make this real simple for you.

First of all, I'm making a bet.

That Vic is not
going to throw it all away.

Grace triggered happiness in him once.

I'm betting he's coming back
for more, because she is...

...just what the doctor ordered.

But no matter how it all goes down...

...I think I'm covered.

Mickey, I spotted your weakness again.

You care.

Mickey, I think
I'm much better covered than you.

Show me.

You son of a bitch!

Nobody two-times me two times.
You bullshitting bastard.

I'm gonna shoot the shit out of you.
You are such a dick, Mick!

I am so sick
of this Vic, Nick, Mick shit.

Yick, yick, yick.

I'm running out of people to kill me.

Don't look at me.
I just ran out of bullets.

Ben would have wanted it this way.

But then again, fuck Ben.

Looks like it's gonna be the long haul.
No miracle cures.

Do you wanna...

...help me stay interested?

Welcome home, Vic.

That was some smack you gave me.

You told me to smack you,
leave the purse and storm out.

Yeah, well.

I don't recall telling you to storm
back in pointing another gun

right at my face
and having a conniption fit.

You two-timed me two times.
Vic, Nick, Mick. Yick, yick.

- What was all that?
- I made up that part all by myself.

Nice touch.

Now, just who went dead on the inside
and who pulled who out?

She went, I pulled.

Did you say anything in the last
five days that wasn't bullshit?

- No, it was all bullshit.
- Oh, bullshit.

Except for the part about me
being glad that we're back together

Bullshit that wasn't bullshit.

Oh baby, come here.

Let's go home, crack open a little
champagne, have some laughs.

Sounds to me
like the perfect way to play it.