He Was A Quiet Man Page #5

Synopsis: A troubled loner, Bob Maconel, imagines blowing up the tower in Los Angeles where he works. He takes a revolver to his office intent on killing colleagues, and then himself. At home, he holds conversations with his fish, who encourage him to do it. His supervisor picks on him. As he's screwing his courage to the sticking place, he drops a bullet; while on the floor looking for it, another colleague does exactly what Bob has been planning. Bob emerges a hero and the one colleague he likes, a woman with a bright smile, is severely wounded. Can Bob help her through despair and find himself and joy in life? Or, as everyone says, is this impossible for a man like him?
Director(s): Frank A. Cappello
Production: Mitropoulos
  2 wins.
 
IMDB:
6.8
Metacritic:
53
Rotten Tomatoes:
79%
NOT RATED
Year:
2007
95 min
Website
201 Views


woman/child thing going on.

Men either wanted to

protect me or f*** me, so,

it helped me get

up the ladder,

and I did a hell of a

lot of climbing, Bob.

More than my share.

Right.

Look, the point is,

you don't make any friends

stepping all over them

on the way up.

Look, enough with

this doom and gloom.

Let's see what a $300 bottle

of wine tastes like.

Me first. Here, can

you take this off?

Ohhh...

Okay?

Yeah.

Don't worry.

Ohh..

Whoo...

Ow, that's so

much better.

Now that I'll miss.

Bon appetit.

You have any brothers and

sisters?

Umm...yeah....

What was your most personal--

I do like apple juice a lot...

Really? One time

at the office I was

talking sh*t about Paula

Sweet Orchard apple juice...

and she was right behind me.

Oh, Paula...

[laughing]

But are goldfish like cats,

where you can't leave food

out for them?

Pretty much.

Everyone's due for

a good hangover.

It's easier to ask

what hasn't been my most...

You go ahead,

I'm stuffed.

How can you tell?

You can't feel anything

below your neck.

I know my limit.

Besides, they're

closing this place

out, I think.

It's only

ten o'clock.

I guess we're going to have

to try and find something else

we've never done before.

What haven't you done before?

[drums]

[rock music]

You're doing the back-up lines.

You hear me?

No...

Yes you are!

No, no, no.

Gladys is nothing

without the Pips.

Take the mic. Bob!

["Midnight Train

to Georgia"]

L.A.

Proved too much

for the man

So he's leavin' the life

He's come to know

Bob. You gotta do this.

He said he's going

back to find

Where are the Pips?

Do the Pips!

Ooh, what's left

of this world

You're killing me, come on.

The world he left behind

Come on!

[audience shouting] Come on

buddy, give her a little help!

Not so long ago

[laughing]

Ho, ho, ho!

You know, forget you!

He's leaving

Leaving

On that midnight train

to Georgia

Leaving on

the midnight train

Said he's going back

Going back to find

To a simpler place and time

Simpler place and time

Oh yes he is!

I'll be with him

I know you will

On that midnight train

to Georgia

You know, on

that midnight train

Oh my God.

I'd rather live

in his world--

It's her colostomy bag.

Bob. Bob. Bob!

Ma--

Bob, get me

out of here!

[audience consternation]

Oh sh*t!

[mic feedback]

Bob! Oh my God!

Get me out of here!

Thank God I'm not

in a wheelchair.

[distant siren]

There it is.

[subway train passing]

[subway train passing]

Keep going, Bob.

[wheelchair squeaking]

Right here. Stop.

I've been here so many times.

You're going to let go,

you promise?

I promise.

I'm glad I got

to know you, Bob.

So am I.

[horn approaching]

Now Bob. Now.

[train approaching]

[increasing roar]

[shouting]

Bob, let me go! Bob!

Bob, you promised me!

You f***ing promised me!

Goddamn it, Bob!

Let me go.

I'm sorry!

You promised me!

You f***ing chickenshit!

You f***ing cocksucker!

Let me go!

Bob! Bob! No!

I'm sorry! I know!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[brakes screeching]

Oh, the--

Bob! Sh*t!

Myelinated actions below

the wound were not as contused

as the original

MRI indicated.

So we rescanned, using

NMR microimaging.

That revealed an overabundance

of progenitor cells,

which apparently caused glia

to be secreted around

the C-7 thoracic synapsis.

What does all

that mean?

It means there's hope.

There's definite hope.

[monitor beeps]

Hi.

Come here.

Closer.

Closer!

Closer.

[Heart beat]

[Man singing acapella]

Thank you for

saving my life.

Again.

This time you

won't regret it.

[Man singing]

Inside, outside

Make up your mind

Put on your face

And close your door

Step out of your mind

...isn't anymore, is it?

No, it certainly is not.

Not another day

This one is here

to stay

Not another sign

You can kiss those blues

of yours goodbye

And I said some days

may fade

I will let this one fade

and sometimes rain falls

I will let it fall

And some things

are bound to change

They will change that way

And sometimes

there will be pain

There won't be any pain

Not today

Not this day

This one's all for you

Not this day

It's your day

This one's all for you

It's all for you

For you

It's all for you

For you

[instrumental]

I told you guys to be here

as soon as possible.

It's an emergency.

[indistinct]

Where'd you learn

how to drive? Huh?

[continues]

[laughing]

The big problem's

a lack of communication

between departments,

but I notice there's one place

people don't have any trouble

expressing themselves,

and that's by the water cooler,

so I thought if you put

a little miniature water cooler

by every phone in every office

and promote communication

between departments.

That's good

thinking, Bob.

[everybody]

Yeah, yeah.

And I said

some days may fade

I will let this one fade

Sometimes rain falls

And I will let it fall

And some things

are bound to change

They will change that way

And sometimes

there will be pain

There won't be any pain

Not today

Not this day

This one's all for you

Not today

Not this day

This one's all for you

This is your day

It's your day

This one's all for you

This is your day

It's your day

This one's all for you

It's all for you

For you

It's all for you

For you

And I said

Some days may fade

I will let this one fade

Not today

I guess we overdid

it today.

It was a great day.

But it could

be perfect.

It's not already?

[kissing]

It just needs

that final touch.

Your finger's definitely

getting stronger.

Take me to the couch.

I want to satisfy

you, Bob.

You have.

You are.

Not intellectually,

I mean intimately.

Sexually.

All you have to do

is reposition me,

put my head over the couch,

and I'll do the rest.

Vanessa!

What? You're my

boyfriend, right?

Come on, you've done

so much for me.

Please, just let me

do this for you.

No, no,

I don't think we should.

I don't see you that way.

Well that's just it.

I want you to. I want

you to find me attractive.

I do.

You're beautiful.

Not enough to

be intimate with?

Vanessa,

from the first moment

I saw you

I wanted to be close to you

in every way possible.

I fantasized about you

being naked.

Can I at least fulfill

that fantasy then?

Please?

[Man singing]

Buttons, Bob?

[giggles]

It's okay.

There's a clasp.

Touch them.

But you won't

feel anything.

I will if you do.

So don't you worry at all

And ooh, can't you see

The world's here for you

And ooh, can't you see

Take your glasses off.

[whispered]

Come here.

And ooh, can't you see

The world's here for you

I'm here for you

Here for you

Take me with you.

What?

Take me with you.

Vanessa, it's Monday.

I have to go to work.

I know. I want

to go with you.

Why?

Because, it's time to

see where it happened.

All those people seeing

what's happened to you.

The ones that you said

you stepped on,

are you sure you're strong

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