He Was A Quiet Man Page #4

for me at all,

you'll help me

through it.

[whispering]

Please.

I can't do this anymore.

You're asking me

to end your life?

[sighing]

It's already over.

I get released

to home care

Wednesday at five.

If I don't see you then,

I-- I'll understand.

[knocking]

There you are.

Mr. Shelby.

Sit, sit, sit.

So, did you complete

the assignment?

I delivered it

to her personally.

Excellent.

Did she say anything

when you told her

it was from me?

No.

Did she open it?

Vanessa's a quadriplegic.

She's completely paralyzed.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm, uh, just having so much

trouble accepting this.

I had no idea

that losing her

would affect the company

the way it has.

She did more than just

brighten this place up.

She did the little things

that nobody else will.

I feel a little bit

lost without her.

Well, if you...

need any help filling

in the gaps, I can try.

You wouldn't mind?

It might help

with my thinking.

All right, then.

I guess you could

take this over, hah.

It's my wife's latest

attempt to get published.

We need 50 copies of that

by tomorrow to send out.

Oh, and um, when you

finish with that,

could you pick up

these suits at Armine's?

They, um...

close at three.

Bob, Bob.

When are you

coming to see me?

I have to get

these copied.

Uh, can I help you?

I got it.

Hey, have you ever

used this machine?

A copier's a copier.

Ha, look,

I know you're the "big hero"

around here, having shot

the bad guy and all,

but operating the 349

isn't as easy as pointing

and pulling a trigger,

you know what

I'm saying, Bob?

These have

to be perfect,

they're for

Mr. Shelby himself.

I'll be gentle.

I hear you've been

looking for me.

Oh.

Quite a night,

wasn't it, hm?

What happened?

You don't remember?

[chuckling]

Well, I, uh,

I know now why you're

such a quiet man.

Why?

Because you

don't have much

to talk about...

down there.

[giggling]

Don't worry, baby.

[whispering]

It'll be our little secret.

[laughing]

It was supposed to be you.

[continues laughing]

Vanessa Parks is paralyzed

because she looks like you.

What?

Coleman made a mistake.

Okay.

[chuckling]

You just dissed

Paula Metzler.

You really are

a bad-ass.

[Bob]

She doesn't know

how lucky she is.

[Woman on television]

The F.B.I. is now saying

sabotage was the cause

of that airliner

losing its wheel,

which resulted

in 12 deaths.

[whispering]

Finish what

Coleman started.

The F.B.I. are also

still piecing together

the possible motive

for Ralf Coleman's

murderous rampage at ADD,

but have so far

made little progress.

They also refuse

to link Coleman's actions

to the recent discovery

that his wife and daughter

had died in an auto accident

five years ago,

[chanting]

Finish what

Coleman started.

saying it was

too long ago to matter.

Listen to them.

Don't those

f***ing a**holes know

the world

is a shitty place?

Just ask Vanessa.

Shut up!

That poor girl.

[sighing]

Ready to leave?

Mm-hmm.

[folk]

[chuckling]

How appropriate,

my old company car.

Yours?

What else did Shelby

give you of mine?

Your office.

I think your job.

Well, whatever you do,

don't sleep with him.

I won't.

Okay, let me see

how to do this.

All right?

Yup.

That's it.

This one around

my chest, here,

there's this clip

in the back.

All right.

You going

to be all right,

if I do this?

[clearing throat]

Don't worry,

I won't feel anything

if you touch me.

[mumbling

indistinctly]

Okay.

[grunting]

Uh, well, maybe--

maybe not everything.

[both chuckling]

I will not blink again

Okay, there you go.

Okay.

You will be sure

as I am

That you and I are one

[sighing]

Now what?

Just get me

out of here.

[Vanessa]

I've been giving this

a lot of thought,

and I think

I've figured out

a way for you to do this

without getting

any blood on your hands.

The last thing I want

is for you to get into

any trouble over this.

Legally or spiritually.

And I'm not taking

any bullshit pills either.

I'm going out

the same way I came in...

dramatically.

There's a station

on the Red Line,

one where

the South Express

doesn't stop.

The concrete

in the waiting area

is sloped, not very much,

but it's smooth

all the way down.

So, just position me

at the top,

and when we feel

the train coming,

just let me go,

and gravity will take over.

What station?

Franklin Street.

The one by

the Crown Superstore?

Yeah.

Is it a busy station?

Yeah, but it clears out

at about midnight or so.

You hungry? You want

to get something to eat?

Are you asking me

to dinner, Bob?

I guess.

[laughing]

There's a...

Sizzler up here

a little ways.

Sizzler?

Look, Bob, if this

is going to be

my last meal,

I'd like it to be

something special.

I don't get out much,

Sizzler's all I know.

Then this will be a treat

for the both of us.

Right, this way, sir,

we have a lovely table

for you, hidden away

in the back.

[bang]

Oh.

Six months I've been

trying to get a table here,

you've always been

too crowded?

Well, tonight must be

your lucky night.

Oh, yeah, it's amazing

what a bullet to the spine

will do for your luck.

I should

go out and get

some Quick Picks!

I'm sure you'll have

a wonderful time here

at the restaurant.

Here you are.

Your waiter

will tell you

about the specials.

God, I hate snobs.

Then why eat here?

Because it's

supposed to be

the best in the city,

and I don't want you

to forget this night.

I don't think

that'll be a problem.

You're not going to chicken

out on me, are you, Bob?

No.

Because this will

be a wasted meal

if you don't go

through with it.

It's not a wasted meal.

Then stop looking

so goddamn sad.

Sir,

Madam,

would you like

to hear the specials?

Oh, no need, we'll take

the two most expensive

dishes on the menu.

[Waiter]

Excellent choice.

I imagine you'd like

a bottle of Opus One

to wash it down?

You read my mind.

I'll bring it

right over.

Don't worry, if you

really have my job,

you can afford it.

Aren't you going

to miss anything?

Your friends,

your family...

Bob, how many flowers

were in my room?

I don't remember.

None.

And how many people

came to wish me well?

I don't know.

None.

And who came

to see me today?

The day I got

to go home?

Just me.

Just you.

You're such a beautiful woman,

so full of life, your smile--

Yeah, I could light

up a room, I know,

it's my first

line of offense.

I don't understand.

I'm 26 years old, Bob.

Yeah, and I was a heartbeat

away from being Senior VP

at a Fortune 500

company in just

one year on the job.

You're an incredibly

educated woman--

No, no I'm not.

My entire extended

schooling is two years

at Valley Junior College.

I have a brain, Bob,

but the only reason why

I got to where I am

so fast is because,

one, I was a complete

knockout, and two,

I gave the best goddamn

blow jobs in the entire state.

Your wine.

Great.

And it didn't hurt

that I also had that whole

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