Needful Things Page #7

- I got a lifetime full of reasons.

- Talk, talk, talk.

- Just blow them away, Dan.

- Don't do it, Dan.

Don't let this third-rate bastard

turn you into something worse than he is.

Shut up, Pangborn!

It's too late. Don't move. Don't you move.

Time's running out, Buster.

I killed my Myrtle already.

Now I just got to die.

No, you don't, Dan.

You didn't kill your Myrtle.

He did.

- You don't have to do this.

- Yes, you do.

- Yes, I do.

- Yes, you do.

I do.

Then take me with you.

Just me. I'm the ringleader.

- Let these other people go.

- No.

No.

For Christ's sake,

put this town out of its misery, Buster.

They're whipping you, Buster.

They're making you walk their walk

and talk their talk.

- Just do it, Buster.

- You're just like the rest of them.

It's you!

It was you all along, you cocksucker.

Sticks and stones will break my bones,

but names will never hurt me.

- Yeah, you killed my Myrtle.

- Get back.

Don't blame me.

"Blame it on the bossa nova. "

How about you take

some responsibility yourself...

...for once in your life, Buster?

I just got one thing to say to you.

Don't call me Buster.

God!

It's all right.

- You okay, buddy?

- Yeah. You?

Shouldn't have called him Buster.

You know,

there are days when I really hate this job.

This is not my best work,

not by a long shot.

Sure, a few murders

and a couple of rather lovely explosions.

I would hardly call it a rousing success,

but what the hell?

I'll be back.

In the meantime, you and Polly,

you are two terrific kids.

And you'll marry her. Trust me.

She's a lovely girl, Alan.

You'll have a wonderful family.

By the way,

give my regards to your grandson.

Bob will be his name,

international trade his game.

I'll see him in Jakarta, 2053.

August 14th, 10:
00 a. M. A nice, sunny day.

We'll make headlines. Catch.

Look out.

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