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BACK TONIGHT. LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST. BILL, I DON'T WAN MUCH FROM YOU. I JUST WAN YOUR ARMS AROUND ME

SOMETIMES. [DEEP SIGH] [EXHALES SHARPLY] HERE'S THE KEYS. ALL RIGHT? I'LL SEND YOU BACK

A TRUCK. AND, UM...

HERE'S SOME MONEY. THERE YOU GO.

THAT SHOULD BE ENOUGH. ALL RIGHT.

HERE. TAKE IT. IF YOU NEED MORE,

I'LL WIRE IT BACK TO YOU

FROM THE CITY. ALL RIGHT? YOU'RE DOING I AGAIN. DOING WHAT AGAIN? ABANDONING. MAN, DON'T BE A QUEEN. WHO KNOWS HOW LONG

IT'S GONNA TAKE TO FIX

THE DEAR OLD CHARIOT? I GOTTA GE BACK TO MY JOB. ABANDONING. LOOK, MAN, I RECOGNIZE

MY SPACE-TIME LOCATION. I TRULY DO.

IT'S NOT HERE. [HORN HONKS] SEE YOU

BACK IN THE CITY? [CROW CAWS] [TYPING] [AIR PISTOL DISCHARGES] I HAD A STRANGE DREAM

LAST NIGHT. I DREAMT I GAVE BIRTH

TO A LARGE SPIDER. WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE

THAT MEANS? WELL...THE FREUDIAN

INTERPRETATION WOULD BE THAT I WANT TO HAVE SEX

WITH MY FATHER. SAY, BILL,

DOES THE OEDIPAL COMPLEX

GET REVERSED FOR FAGS? [CHUCKLES] WELL, SPEAKING

FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE... I NEVER WANTED

TO F*** MY FATHER. MMHH. [WHISTLE TOOTS] THE KNIFE SHARPENER'S

HERE. JOANIE, LOOK. AN HONEST-TO-GOODNESS

BOY SCOUT KNIFE. [CHUCKLES] LUCIEN USED TO HAVE

A KNIFE LIKE THAT. HE USED TO OPEN

WINE BOTTLES WITH IT. [WHISTLE TOOTS] I THINK I'LL GO

GET THE KNIFE SHARPENED. [SPEAKING SPANISH] ESTA BIEN, SEOR? SI. [MACHINERY SQUEAKING] [KNIFE GRINDING] Heard: BILL.

COME IN. HELLO, HEARD. HEY. Heard: JOAN. HELLO. Heard: GOOD. I SEE

YOU GOT THE GUN. YES. LEE. HELLO. SO. IS THE BUYER

HERE? DEPENDS ON WHO'S

BUYIN' WHAT. JOANIE, YOU KNOW LEE. BY REPUTATION. LISTEN, I DON'T KNOW

WHERE MARV IS, BUT I GOTTA

GO TEND BAR. DWIGHT, YOU

KNOW MARV, RIGHT? YEAH, SURE THING.

WE WERE STATIONED

IN GERMANY TOGETHER. ALL RIGHT. BILL,

YOU GONNA BE OK? LIKE A PIG

IN A TROUGH. HEARD, YOU GO DOWN

AND TEND TO THE BAR, AND I WILL COME DOWN

WITH YOUR COMMISSION AS SOON AS I HAVE

NEGOTIATED THE SWINDLE. PERFECT. SWINDLE? [DOOR CLOSES] MARV'S A STAND-UP GUY. IT IS A FAIR GUN

FOR A FAIR PRICE. I LIVE MY LIFE

BY THE BOY SCOUT CODE. I KNOW MY GUNS. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW

THE BOY SCOUT MOTTO, WISENHEIMER. [CHUCKLES] YES. BE...PREPARED. [SIGHS DISGUSTEDLY] WERE YOU

A BOY SCOUT, LEE? UH, NO, I WAS

NEVER A BOY SCOUT. OH, REALLY? WELL,

THEN BILL HERE COULD TEACH YOU

KNOT TYING. OR WRESTLING HOLDS, IF HE HASN'T ALREADY. DIDN'T YOU TWO BONE UP

ON YOUR WILDERNESS LORE DOWN THERE IN THE JUNGLE? THE JUNGLE

WAS F***ING GHASTLY. UH, I DON'T UNDERSTAND. THE-- THE JUNGLE

WAS GHASTLY, OR THE F***ING

WAS GHASTLY...OR BOTH? JOANIE. I LOVE TRAVEL STORIES, ESPECIALLY GHASTLY

F***ING ONES. Dwight: YOU'VE GO SOME MOUTH ON YOU,

MRS. BURROUGHS. OH, DWIGHT, NOT COMPARED

TO SOME OTHER MOUTHS. AND WHERE THOSE MOUTHS

HAVE BEEN. [SIGHS] WELL. [POURS DRINK] WELL. I AM SO... BORED. WELL, THEN, MY DEAR... WHY DON'T WE

SHOW THE BOYS HERE OUR WILLIAM TELL ACT? OK, BILL. LET'S SHOW THEM

OUR LITTLE PARLOR TRICK,

SHALL WE? HA HA HA HA HA! [CHUCKLES] I DARE YOU. [BODY FALLS, GLASS CLATTERS] JOANIE! Lee: I'LL, UH, GO GE THAT MEDICAL STUDEN WHO LIVES ON THE ROOF. Dwight:

I'LL CALL

AN AMBULANCE. JOANIE!

SHE'S GONNA BE FINE! COME ON. COME ON. [BREATHING FRANTICALLY] [SOBS] HELP! [SOBBING] OH...GOD. COME ON. SIT UP. HEY, YOU. COME ON. [SOBBING] AAAHHH! [INDISTINCT UTTERINGS] [ELEVATOR DINGS] [TYPEWRITERS CLACKING] [CHATTER] HEY, CARR.

YEAH? WHAT WAS THE NAME

OF THAT FRIEND OF YOURS DOWN IN MEXICO?

THE ONE YOU JUST VISITED? BURROUGHS. WHY? BAD NEWS, I THINK. THIS JUST CAME

OVER THE WIRE. Joanie, softly:

I DARE YOU. [MUSIC PLAYING] [JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

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