He Was A Quiet Man Page #2

Since the gunman,

Ralf Coleman,

died at the scene,

we may never know.

Jessica Light reports from

the gunman's neighborhood

in Crestview.

Jessica?

Hi, I'm Jessica Light.

I'm here

on a typical day

in a typical

suburban neighborhood

hearing the same

typical question

after one of these

tragic events.

How could this

have happened here?

So tell me,

what was

Ralf Coleman like?

He always seemed

like such a nice guy.

Yeah, he pretty much

kept to himself.

He was such a quiet man.

[Woman on TV]

Tragic as this event is,

we're hearing that

it could have been even worse

if it weren't for

the actions of one man,

a man who was

apparently unafraid

to stand up

to a violent world

and just say,

"No, I'm not

taking it anymore."

[Fish]

Timing not right again?

For your information,

I did pull

the trigger today.

[Fish]

No sh*t.

Then what are you

doing here...

alive?

[cap clatters]

It's a long story.

Well, where the hell

are we going?

Talk to me.

Some other time.

Well, at least tell us

if those f***ing bastards

are dead.

Those f***ing bastards

are dead.

All right.

[fish cheering]

So when are you leaving

for Fiji?

Well, not for--

We have two weeks

next month.

Oh, wonderful.

Yeah.

How'd your wife--

Yeah, we're bringing

a nanny, so, I mean...

[continues, indistinct]

[knocking on door]

Hello, Mr. Maconel.

My name is Derrick Miles.

I wonder if I might ask

you a few questions

about what happened at IDT.

I'm with The Herald.

How did you get

my name?

They said they wouldn't

give out my name.

Come on, Mr. Maconel,

you can't keep something

like this a secret.

You're an

honest-to-God hero.

I only killed one man.

Yeah, but you killed

the right man.

[vehicles approaching]

Look, do you think

we could continue

this conversation inside?

[tires screeching]

No.

[Men chattering]

Please, you'd make it

so much easier on yourself

if you just tell

your story to one person.

It's called an exclusive.

You're not coming

into my house.

Please, Mr. Maconel,

let me in before

these vultures

twist your life

all out of proportion.

No!

[knocking on door]

[Man]

Mr. Maconel,

please, sir!

[crowd chattering]

[knocking on door]

Go away!

Go away!

[pounding on door,

chattering]

[Man]

We're here from

Channel 5 News...

[knocking on door]

[Woman]

Mr. Maconel!

Welcome

to our world, Bob.

[gasps]

[Man on TV]

And we are back

with Ernest Williams,

chicken farmer--

[Man #2 on TV]

Ernesto.

[grunts]

[Man on TV]

Ernesto. Ernesto Williams.

Okay, and can I call you

chicken farmer?

[continues indistinct]

[gasps]

Oh...

Oh, fish.

There went our 15 minutes.

Bob?

Hi.

You know how

I was telling you

my company was coming in?

Is my lawn

bothering you again?

No, no, no, no, no.

Actually,

I was wondering,

since we're having

a small

Christmas barbeque

this weekend,

that maybe you'd like

to stop by.

It'd be nice to get

to know our new neighbor.

I've lived here

five years.

Oh, my,

how time flies.

[bell dings]

[Man]

There he is.

There's the man.

[Woman]

Our champ.

[Man]

Way to go, Bob.

Well done, Maconel.

[crowd chattering, cheering]

Hey, there he is!

Hey, Bob.

No, Mr. Maconel.

You don't work here anymore.

Come on.

Have I been fired?

[crowd laughs]

No. Come on.

Where are we going?

All the way.

You know, I just think

it's so great what you did.

Now maniacs will think twice

before going crazy.

[bell dings]

He's waiting for you,

Mr. Maconel.

It's right through

those doors.

[Woman scatting]

Oh, you can go right in,

Mr. Maconel.

Right through

those doors.

There he is.

Come on in, Bob.

I am so glad

to finally meet you.

Can-- Can I get you anything?

Something to drink?

A Pepsi or something?

Oh, Bob,

this is Maurice Gregory.

I brought Maurice in

to help the employees

work through their anxiety

during the healing process.

Maurice is a good man

and a gifted psychiatrist.

Psychiatrist?

Grief counselor.

Here, have a seat.

Have my seat.

[chuckles]

Sit down, sit down.

A lot of people asked

about you at the eulogy.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I wanted to--

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You don't have

to explain yourself.

No, I'm sure this

has been a little bit

overwhelming to you.

It has.

But you've gotta

understand,

It takes a very

rare individual

to keep his head

and then take action

in the face

of certain death.

I'm a veteran.

I've had my scrapes,

let me tell you.

But I knew

who my enemy was.

I knew what I was getting

into on the way in.

These days...

it can come

from anywhere...

at any time...

from anyone.

That's true.

Forgive my morbid

curiosity,

but did you actually

see it happen?

I saw...

bodies hit the floor.

Jesus.

How did you manage

to not get shot?

Well, I was...

[clears throat]

I was-- I dropped

a paper clip,

so I was already

on the floor.

Oh, my God.

Can you imagine that?

A paper clip saved his life.

But then you saw

your fellow workers dying

right in front of your eyes.

It must have made you

feel terrible.

That was a really

stupid thing to say.

Of course

you felt terrible.

What am I thinking?

What else are you gonna feel?

But then you

pulled it together.

Right?

And you, um...

And, uh...

And, well,

here we are.

All right, enough of this

depressing conversation.

I'm sure that you

and Maurice

will hash out

that nightmare later.

Right now I want you

to come with me.

Come on.

Bob, come on.

I pride myself

on recognizing potential,

and as tragic

as this event has been,

it's opened my eyes

to a real talent

that's been going to waste

right beneath my nose.

I'm glad I met you.

Me?

And don't try to tell me

you're satisfied

with your present

position here.

Yeah.

I know, I know.

You feel wasted,

unchallenged,

like you've got good ideas

but no one

will listen, right?

Come on,

be honest with me.

It has been a long time

since anybody asked me

what I thought.

Yeah, well,

those days are over,

because from now on,

I want to know

what Bob Maconel

is thinking every day.

Welcome to your new

think tank.

So, tell me, Bob.

What are you thinking now?

I'm thinking how

I requested a window

for years,

and they said they

didn't have any left.

Yeah, well, a few

became available

last week.

That's right.

This is the office

of one of the victims.

My personal assistant.

Vanessa Parks?

Vanessa died?

No, no.

But she won't

be coming back.

[click tongue]

Did you know her?

Just her smile.

[helicopter approaching]

Yeah, she could light up

a room with that.

Did you go to visit her

at Saint Michael's?

No.

No?

Bob.

You've got

to go visit her.

Why?

Why? Because you

saved her life.

My God, man, the woman

is probably desperate

to thank you.

She doesn't even

know my name.

I'm not suggesting it, Bob.

I'm telling you.

Go visit her today.

During work hours?

Think of it as

your first assignment...

as Vice President

of Creative Thinking.

You're gonna pay me

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