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And don't worry about

the minutes or whatever.

I got that

family package thing.

Okay. All right, guy.

Yeah.

Okay, buddy.

He sounds like a good friend.

Why do you think that is?

I don't know.

I have a theory.

Theory of gravity.

Apple fell and bumped him on the head.

Yes, but this is a different theory.

It's a theory of why

everyone is so fond of you.

No. People tease me a lot.

Especially since Henry died.

That must have been very painful.

Children can be very cruel sometimes.

Adults are the worst.

You're probably right about that.

But do you want to hear my theory?

You're honest.

I lie sometimes.

Yes, but mostly you're kind

and you care for people.

You're a good person.

Which is why I don't understand,

why did you assault Mr. Debrofkowitz?

I was really mad.

We need to get more tapes.

Yes, I know. There's places up here.

Security's lax.

Kat, what's the matter?

Who is it?

My father.

I didn't know you had a father.

Everyone has a father,

Arthur.

I don't.

Yes, you do.

You just never met him,

all right? Okay?

Okay.

Kat, what about

the VHS tapes?

Okay. I heard you for the umpteenth,

gazillionth time, Arthur.

Here you go, Champ.

What?

What's with the face?

You have any idea how hard it is

to find VHS these days?

Look, this whole box cost me 3 bucks.

Look, you take some tape,

you tape over the thing.

Look, record right over that sh*t,

you're good to go.

I thought you said you stopped.

Did I? I thought you said that.

Listen, we've got to talk about

our little arrangement here.

I have a check.

No money, no honey, right?

Well, you spend all

of my money on drugs.

Yeah, and...?

Well, you should spend it

on a typewriter, like Lois Lane.

Well, guess what?

I'm not Lois Lane,

and you're not

f***ing Superman.

So go jack off to some other

fantasy, all right?

I'm trying to help you.

Go f*** yourself!

Sh*t! Go f*** yourself, hero boy!

Donkey. D-O-N-K-Y.

I should warn you.

I'm in a really, really bad mood.

Wait, wait, wait!

You're in way over your head.

Now stay down.

I said stay down!

Here. Hold this.

Be a man!

What was that?

Guns are for cowards.

Hold this, too.

Arthur?

Give me your best shot

before my backup arrives.

Arthur, can you hear me?

Where are you? Arthur?

Arthur! Arthur!

Arthur? Arthur!

Where's Arthur?

Hey! Where is he?

What? Where is he?

Is he okay?

Where is Arthur?

Listen, girl,

I don't know who you are,

but if you have any idea where he is,

you better tell me right now.

Um... He went

to make a movie.

A what?

A movie.

You're gonna show me.

Right now.

Let's go.

All right!

God!

Were you scared, Arthur?

Scared? No.

You could have died.

Sometimes when I get really hurt,

I go to a nice place.

Can you explain that?

In my mind, I go to a nice place.

Like a memory.

And I stay there until

I feel better again.

Well, you like them?

What's that one say?

G-I...

Joe, dummy, G.I. Joe!

It's time you learned to read.

What were you thinking?

I'm his friend, all right?

Yeah, I got it.

You know what?

I really f***ing doubt that.

If he...

Hey, look at me.

If he survives this, I want you

to stay the hell away from him.

You got it?

He's going to be okay.

He was shot several times

with a training bullet.

Like a small paint ball.

Now, he's got some nasty welts there.

He's a mess across the board, but

he's going to pull through just fine.

Hey.

You keep getting sh*t-kicked.

You got to not do that.

What kind of superhero

gets beat up all the time?

Remember when you

asked me what I'm good at?

I think I'm good at running away.

So I'm going to leave you alone now.

This whole Captain Industry thing,

it's too big for us.

We should leave it for the cops.

I mean, there are lots of

pervs out there. Trust me.

You want to get your ya-yas out,

go after my dad.

He macks on kids, you know.

He macked on me.

Just get better.

Yeah?

We got a problem.

Retard's alive,

and your man's a cop.

Yeah, I understand.

I'll take... I'll take care of it.

You take care of the rest,

all right?

All right.

Hey. Give me your MP-5.

Your gun. Yeah. That's it.

Knock-knock.

Police. Anybody there?

Simulated ammunition.

Police issue?

Hi, there. There's been some

complaints from the neighbors.

Here. The fly's room number.

Finish him.

Finish him!

He was a bad man.

Yes, but...

He wanted to be punished.

His... His eyes told me.

I was helping him to feel bad,

so that he could feel bad

about what he did to Kat.

He knew he was garbage.

He wanted to go in there.

I... I barely

did anything.

You don't... You don't think

you've done anything wrong?

No, I do.

Captain Industry should be

behind bars, but now I'm here.

Arthur, why is it so important

that you capture Captain Industry?

He killed my mother.

When will I see Mommy again?

You won't. How many times

do I have to say it?

Could you hold that still, please,

or I'll bash you.

Why?

Drugs.

The drugs did her in.

I hate the drugs.

I hate the people who do the drugs.

Hate the pushers, kid.

They're the bad guys.

Who are the pushers?

The scum whose

freedom I fought for.

Captains of Industry.

Captain Industry gave her drugs

and they killed her.

As long as he is free,

other mothers are in danger.

Your Honor, Mr. Poppington

is refusing representation.

Reason?

He won't say, Your Honor.

It's a... It's a secret.

Do you intend to

represent yourself,

Mr. Poppington of

no fixed address?

He deserved it.

That sounds like an admission

of guilt, Counselor.

I do think, Your Honor,

that there is

a question of intellectual

capacity here.

You stuck Mr. Debrofkowitz

into a garbage can.

Inventive. Do you know why

you're here, Mr. Poppington?

He wanted to go...

Speak into the mike, please.

He...

He wanted to go in there.

He... He...

He wanted to go

in the garbage can.

Your Honor,

I've known this man for 5 years.

He worked for me.

He's a good worker, sir.

He's just... He's a little slow.

He's not quite all there upstairs.

And, sir, what

is your name?

Paul. Paul Carter.

"Not quite all there upstairs."

Is this a clinical diagnosis?

No, sir.

You're not a psychiatrist?

No. I'm a foreman for the city's

Public Works Department.

Local 873. I'm his friend.

Well, imagine if we

all had friends like you.

God, he thinks

he's a superhero!

That's why he's all

beat up like that.

He dresses up in tights and

he calls himself Defendor,

with a big "D" on

his chest and a cape.

No. Capes are for flying.

I don't... I don't fly.

Quiet!

Mr. Poppington,

you are remanded

until you have undergone

a full psychological evaluation.

Do you understand

what that means?

No, he doesn't.

I'd like to follow this one, counselors,

if there are no objections.

Yeah, I have no problem

with that, Your Honor.

Next.

Mr. Carter. Hi.

I'm Dominique Ball with The Spectator.

Look, I was really touched

by your testimony in there,

and I was wondering

if you have anything to add.

Maybe help me

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