Mr. Right Page #4

to make a move on Garcia

and we stop this sh*t

before it starts.

Okay.

Okay.

Go, uh, find your professional.

I'll meet with him.

Okay?

Here you go.

Thank you.

She's with a guy who doesn't

wanna be in a relationship,

so it's a real treat for her.

Ah.

What's your name?

My name?

Yeah. I realized I was kinda

having fun not knowing,

but now I think it's

more weird than adorable.

Is it hot in here?

I don't really like my name.

I just kind of... I kinda hate

it, and it makes me angry.

I've been really honest

with you about everything.

It's only been a couple of days, and

that's not a big accomplishment.

I just don't like my name, and I

don't wanna tell you. Is that okay?

Okay. Weirdo.

Um... how'd you do

that thing in the store?

What thing?

You know, like, the way

you move sometimes.

It's like...

It's like you know, um...

Oh, yeah, that thing.

Right. Yeah.

You wanna see a trick?

Okay.

Is this gonna get, like, scary?

No scarier than usual,

I don't think.

There aren't usually knives.

Well, first time for everything.

Ever since I was a little boy,

I've had an idea.

It's more of a theory, really.

Keep up.

I'm trying.

Everything we see,

like, physical things,

it's all just islands,

and under it, carrying it,

is this sweeping current.

And if you pay attention,

you can start to feel it.

Yeah.

You see how your hand

moves with mine?

You can feel it, right?

Uh...

That's okay.

Just concentrate on the knife.

Now, if we can feel the current,

we can feel other things

in the current...

People.

Watch the knife.

We can feel how the current

will move them,

and we can see where they'll go.

It's all in the movement.

You see, it pushes itself.

It's easier to move with it

than against it.

Jesus Christ!

What? What?

Why the f*** would you do that?

- I thought you were gonna catch it.

- Catch it?

- Did you see where it was gonna go?

- I can't catch a knife!

- Sure, you can.

- No, I can't!

Yes, you can. Remember last

night, we were dancing?

You have an energy.

You've got a knack for this.

Sh*t. This is crazy.

Oh, my god.

Look, I had a really

nice night or whatever.

I know you can feel it.

- You don't know how yet, but I

can keep showing you. - No, no.

You need to leave right now.

- You can feel it.

- It doesn't matter what I feel!

Martha.

Yeah.

- Cool, right?

- That's so gnarly.

No, no more.

No more, no more.

I get it. It's okay.

I should be so freaked out.

Give me one of those back. Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, baby.

So, it's like a pulse?

Yeah, kind of. I never tried to

explain it to anybody before.

No?

Yeah.

- You never talked to anybody about it?

- No.

Why me?

Because I wanted you to know.

I needed you to know.

You have a... a grace.

I just knew you'd understand.

And that's how you knew

I'd catch a knife?

I didn't know

you'd catch the knife.

I believed you could catch the knife.

I wanted you to catch the knife.

There was no way I could know. You're the

one who did it. You're the one who knew.

Are you mad?

No.

No, I'm not mad.

I think I'm crazy.

Me too.

And also, I want you.

I mean, really.

I really do.

I think that's doable.

Shut up.

I mean, immediately.

Hi.

You come here often? Oh, you

didn't like my breakfast?

I gotta do this

five-second stop,

and then maybe we could get

a little something.

Okay.

Yeah?

Cool.

Okay.

It's weird. I feel like I've

been in a coma with you.

Like I don't remember

what my life was like

before three days ago.

Yeah. Me too.

So, when we were

in bed last night...

Oh, no, it's fine.

I smelled it.

I know. Gumbo, hot dogs.

I get it. Oh, my god.

You're such an idiot.

It doesn't bother me.

It's fine.

I... saw your, um...

The scar on your back.

Oh, yeah.

Um, well,

uh, it's a long story.

I was in Serbia chasing this

guy all over the tundra,

and the whole area's a war zone,

and I finally find the guy,

and he's already dead.

This is when I used to

work for the corporation.

The CIA, et cetera.

Yeah.

Anyway, a piece of ceiling tile

missed my heart by about two inches.

Some rubble hit my back.

That's what the scar is from.

Hit me in the head, and they

said I had brain damage.

Blah, blah, blah.

Doctors. Right?

And an old friend of mine

turned on me.

That's why

I blew up the building.

Pretty shitty, actually.

Anyway, I think it put

everything into perspective.

Maybe the brain damage

helped. I don't know.

Hey, there's my guy.

I'll be right back.

I'll finish the rest of the story.

Okay.

Okay? You look great.

Hey.

You the guy?

I'm a guy, sure. Yeah.

Everything's in there.

Nice.

Who's that guy?

Where the f*** is Richie?

Who hired you?

That's none of your business.

Oh, yeah.

Well, it's kind of my business.

What do you mean

Richie's not there?

F***ing clown nose

is supposed to kill him.

Hector Garcia?

Look at this guy. He looks like Serpico.

What are you doing?

You want me to kill Hector Garcia?

That's a bit ambitious.

You won't tell me who hired you

to hire me to kill Hector Garcia?

F*** you, psycho.

Psycho?

Get the f*** out of here

before this sh*t gets ugly.

You're lucky I don't pop your ass

right here. You like clowns?

Sh*t! He just f***ing killed the guy.

The wrong guy.

Sorry. Whew.

That took a little longer

than I thought.

What's...

Are you okay?

What's...

Are you upset

'cause I killed that guy?

Martha, how I feel about that guy has

nothing to do with how I feel about you.

Are you...

Um, can I go home, please?

Sh...

Fudge.

The European

central bank on Wednesday...

Geez, look at that.

Mm-hmm.

There's blood spatters

all over the place.

The angle and the velocity

is all weird though.

Like he's spinnin'.

Dancing.

Huh?

He wasn't spinning.

He was dancing.

Oh, yeah. Look at that.

Martha, wait a second.

Wait a second.

Goddamn it.

Hold on.

Sweetheart, is...

Is this a fight?

You're really upset about that.

Hey, monster, it's me.

I'm not...

I'm...

I don't think

before I act sometimes,

but I'm not a bad person.

You think bad people

have the capacity

to... love and stuff?

I'm sorry. You've been

through a lot, and I'm...

H-hold. Wait.

D-d-don't go.

I just wanna talk to you,

that's all.

Please?

This is on your head.

All right, Clevon?

- You were supposed to do the hire

yourself. - Shut up for a second!

Why would anybody kill our hire in

the middle of public like that?

You know what doesn't

make any sense

is you, here in your fortress.

Okay, listen to me.

If I'd been on that bridge,

your own brother

would be dead right now.

- Is that what you want?

- No.

I got an address.

Followed him back there. He

dropped off his girlfriend.

Apartment number's on the back.

Okay, Von.

Go get 10 guys, local,

then go to this girl's place.

When this motherf***er

shows his face,

blow his face off.

What? Ten guys?

Other than you and moon.

That sounds appropriate.

But, Richie,

what I'm trying to...

No buts.

Get outta here. Go.

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