He Was A Quiet Man Page #3

to think?

It's a crazy world.

Oh, oh, oh, Bob.

When you, uh--

When you go see Vanessa,

I want you to take

this with you

and give it

to her personally.

It's just some

final work papers.

Oh, wait, Bob.

Why don't you take

your company car?

[keys clatter]

[bell dings]

Christ Almighty,

it's Maconel.

You sly dog,

playing possum

all these years.

Certainly had me fooled.

You know, I heard you

were back, but I didn't

see you in the pit.

I'm upstairs now.

And rightfully so.

All right,

now the big question.

How many rounds

did you pump into that

sick-ass Coleman, huh?

Come on, Bob.

How many?

Two, three?

Five.

Five!

Pay up, sucker.

Hey, last time I doubt

this man's drive.

Oh, Bob.

You should join

our foursome.

We could use somebody

with your killer instinct

on the back nine.

Oh, man.

Cooper's guys would sh*t

if we brought him out.

Yeah.

[bell dings]

Hey, uh, happy hour

this evening.

Barney's.

It's right across

the street.

Lose the briefcase, Bob.

You're an executive now.

[alarm chirps]

I'd like to visit

Vanessa Parks.

That poor girl.

Your name?

Bob Maconel.

Bob Maconel?

The Bob Maconel?

Yeah.

Honey, you gotta learn

to speak up.

My husband thinks

you should run for mayor.

[chuckles]

Hey, Thelma!

Thelma, answer my phones.

I gotta take

Bob Maconel here

to visit Vanessa.

We were so proud to see you.

It's wonderful what--

It's this way--

It's wonderful

what you did.

In fact, we have your picture

hanging in the cafeteria.

And of course,

everybody wants you

to sign it.

How is she?

You haven't heard?

Only that she isn't

coming back to work.

That bullet was right

in her spine.

After the swelling went down

and they removed it,

the nerves never got

back together again.

What are you saying?

She's--

[whispers]

Paralyzed.

How much?

Like, her legs?

Vanessa?

There's a visitor here

to see you.

No, no.

Honey,

it's Bob Maconel.

It's the hula man.

[chuckles]

Be right outside.

So, you're the man

that saved me.

I guess so.

I've been wanting so much

to meet you.

Can you come here?

[whispers]

Closer.

Closer.

[whispers]

Closer.

[gasps]

Son of a b*tch!

I was a goddess.

Now look at me!

I can't move!

I can't dance!

I certainly can't

f*** now, can I?

[grunting]

You should have let

Coleman finish the job!

You should have let me die!

F*** You!

[sobbing]

I should have died.

You should have

let him kill me.

F***!

I hate you!

Hey, Maconel.

[rapping on window]

Just in time.

We're going to Barney's.

Come on.

Put it in park

and shake a leg.

It's happy hour.

I don't want to be happy.

Nonsense.

Everybody wants

to be happy.

I have to punch in

my time card.

What, are you nuts?

Executives don't have

time cards.

Come on.

I don't drink.

Great. It saves more

for the rest of us!

Right.

[crowd cheering]

Doesn't drink, my ass.

Oh.

That was six.

[crowd cheering]

Bob...

I gotta admit...

that day...

I about sh*t my pants

when I saw Coleman

raise that gun at me.

Clich as it sounds,

my whole life flashed

before my eyes,

and I can't say

I'm proud of much of it.

But you-- God.

You.

You're standing there

cool as ice...

staring that guy down

one-on-one.

It's amazing.

It's f***ing amazing.

Yeah, but there's--

There's one question

that's been stuck

in my brain.

If you had a gun,

why did you wait till

the shooting stopped

to use it?

[crowd cheering]

Hey, forget it.

You know,

the important

thing is...

that I didn't get

my ass blown off

that day,

and I know

I probably have you

to thank for it.

Uh, another round here.

Ugh, no six.

Oh, sh*t.

There he is.

The Mind F***er.

[laughing]

I need to go home.

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, hey.

Oh, hey, Bob.

You okay?

Man, he's

f***ed up!

Uh, somebody ought

to drive him home.

Yeah, well,

I'm in the other

direction.

I'll take him home.

[Paula]

Now, I hope you didn't

take what I said

last week too seriously.

I mean, a girl's got

to protect herself

from getting stuck

with a loser.

You know,

a guy with no future,

no balls.

It's not you, Bob.

I mean, everyone knows that

you've got a great future.

Now, as for the balls...

you've certainly

proven it.

Ugh.

You've got a great

big set of those.

I'd be more than honored

if you'd like to take

another look down my blouse.

Actually....

No!

Oh, f***!

[pop]

F***, f***, f***, f***!

[Man]

Hey, nice tits!

[honking]

F*** you,

a**hole! F***!

Hi.

[Fish]

Hello? Hey, Shithead.

Get up.

Wake up!

Christ Almighty.

The master lives.

Now, could you feed us

before we all die?

You'd better hurry,

Stripes is rolling

for the third time.

You happen to see the lady

that brought me here?

Don't work

that way, Bob.

[grunting]

You don't see it,

we don't see it.

Remember?

[clears throat]

Nice tits, though.

[breathing heavily]

Bob.

There he is.

My best

drinkin' buddy.

So, uh, Bob,

was it hot, huh?

Was she everything

she thinks she is?

I honestly can't say.

Okay, a gentleman.

[chuckling]

Okay.

We're going to have

to work on that.

Have you seen her?

No.

Not yet, but, uh,

I did see Mr. Shelby.

He's looking for you,

some important assignment

you were supposed

to take care of?

[whispering]

Yes.

I got to go.

Hey, Bob.

Bob?

[whimpering]

[tires squealing]

I need to see

Vanessa Parks.

Oh, that poor girl,

are you a relative?

No.

Well, only relatives

are allowed in during

non-visiting hours.

I'm Bob Maconel.

Oh, I don't believe

you're here--

I know I upset her before--

I've been trying

to get a hold of you.

What?

Vanessa. She wanted

to see you again.

[Woman on intercom]

Dr. Steven Chang

to Cardio-Path Lab,

Dr. Steven Chang...

Hi.

Can you close

the door, please?

Certainly was fast.

Actually, I was

coming to see you.

I was supposed to give

this to you yesterday.

[door closes]

It's from Mr. Shelby.

I'm sure he would

have delivered it

himself, but uh,

he's been real busy

with everything

that's happened.

I'm sure.

I could open it

and read it to you.

No.

Well, where would you

like me to put it?

How about straight

up his ass?

Okay.

[sighing]

I'm sorry, I--

I didn't mean

to snap at you.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

I want to apologize

for the way I treated

you before.

It was completely unfair

to blame you for my...

for my condition.

You risked your life

to save me.

You had no idea

I'd end up like this.

Maybe you would've

acted differently

if you knew I'd never

be able to use another

body part again,

or that I'd have to rely

on people for the rest

of my life

to feed me and clothe me...

and diaper me.

You think you would have?

Would have what?

Acted differently.

Yes.

I knew it, I knew you

were a compassionate man.

That's why you're the only one

that I can ask this favor of.

I want you to finish

what Coleman started.

Bob,

I don't want

to live this way.

I can't live like this.

My spirit will die

a million times every day.

If you have any feelings

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