Odd Thomas

ODD THOMAS:

WELCOME TO PICO MUNDO

My name is Odd Thomas.

Though in this age when fame is the

altar at which most people worship.

I'm not sure why you should care.

I'm not a celebrity.

I'm not the child of a celebrity.

I've never been married to,

abused by,

or provided a kidney to a celebrity.

Green Moon Bowling

But I do lead an unusual life.

Penny Kalisto.

My name really is Odd.

According to my mother, it was

a screw-up on my birth certificate.

She says I was supposed to be called

Todd, after a Lithuanian uncle.

My father insists my name

was always Odd...

and he notes that all of

my uncles are Bulgarian.

My father claims

my mother is insane.

My mother, of course,

begs to differ.

My abilities are a gift from God!

My father won that argument.

I was 12 years old when they finally

locked her up and threw away the key.

I've come to believe that

my mother and I share certain...

abilities.

Since I don't want to be locked up

with the key thrown away...

I've pretty much kept mine a secret.

Odd Thomas.

Hello, Harlo.

Long time, no see.

Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey.

Come on, man. No touchy, no feely.

- Sorry, but I love this car.

- I know.

It's too bad a car

can't love you back.

What's wrong, Odd?

There anything I can do?

No, it's something

you've already done.

Hey! Hey! Come on- oh, Odd.

No fooling around, man.

- Give me my keys.

- Her blood is in your pocket.

Most people would think

that's a weird thing to say...

but you don't think

it's very weird, do you, Harlo?

On that night...

you took a piece of white felt...

and after killing Penny...

you collected some of her blood.

And now it's dry...

and stiff and

brittle like a cracker...

and it's still in your pocket.

In moments like these,

pity tears at me.

And a kind of madness

comes over me...

forcing me to hunt people

like Harlo Landerson...

who I have no pity for whatsoever.

Sorry, Mrs. Curtees!

Sorry, Saleen!

What the hell are you doing?

Mom, what's going on?

Stevie, run honey, run!

Come here!

My life is filled with guys

like Harlo Landerson.

And since I like my face

just the way it is...

I learned how to handle myself.

I may see dead people, but then,

by God, I do something about it.

Hey. Hey!

Shift down, man! Go easy.

I'm sorry, sir,

but I don't have a "go easy" gear.

You should probably get that looked at.

Now, Officer Eckles...

does being a police officer

give you the right to beat

the sh*t out of people?

Not at all, Officer Varner.

But it is one of

the perks of the job.

I believe in a higher power

and the afterlife.

Call me strange.

Others do.

He's so strange.

Don't worry, Penny.

I think where you're going

is a home for the spirit...

and it's filled with

kindness and wonder.

I'm sorry, Penny.

I'm sorry your life was so short.

The dead don't talk.

I don't know why.

Here we are again.

Busted furniture and

shattered glass everywhere.

Most of it was not my fault.

Except the panda bear lamp

and the Biffy the Clown mirror.

- That was this guy.

- Why didn't you come to me first..

give me a chance to find a way

to get Harlo to entrap himself?

Whenever we do it that way,

it's always more efficient

and less destructive.

Yes, I know but he had

to be stopped right now...

or he was gonna do it again soon.

That's what Penny wanted to tell me.

That's why she hadn't left yet.

Son, you so complicate my life.

Look.

Besides her blood...

Harlo had these photos of Penny

post-mortem in his wallet.

If there's any fuss about

how you pegged Harlo...

just say he opened up

his wallet to pay off a bet.

Five bucks on

yesterday's Dodger's game...

the photos fell out,

you saw em-

He ran and naturally,

I gave chase.

Naturally.

Save me!

Save us!

- Save

- Us!

- Save..

- Us!

Save you from who?

Who is that?

Who is it?

Evil is coming.

And it's up to me to figure out

who's gonna be holding the gun.

Morning, Elvis.

Pico Mundo Grill

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So much of my life

is out of my controI.

I would have gone 7 kinds of

crazy if I hadn't simplified.

So I have no motorized vehicles,

no homeownership...

no insurance,

and no grand ambitions.

Ladies.

Eggs! Wreck em and stretch em!

"Wreck em" means scrambled,

and "stretch em" means...

add an extra egg.

Cardiac shingles and hash browns!

"Cardiac shingles"

are toast with lots of butter.

And hash browns...

are just hash browns.

Not every word

we use is diner lingo.

Just as not every short-order cook

is an undercover detective

for dead people.

Duck.

That is Stormy Lewellyn.

Stormy and I are destined

to be together forever.

GYPSY MUMMY ALL SEEING EYE

You are destined

to be together forever.

Hey, Chief.

Tummy Tickler coming at ya.

You know, I'm still not happy

about what you did yesterday, Oddie.

You could have

gotten yourself killed.

I am not afraid of death.

Of course, I'm not ready to go

on a date with him, either.

Would you throw yourself

off a cliff for me?

Of course I would.

Into a river of razor blades

and lemon juice?

Absolutely.

Of course, I'd like to know

the reasoning behind such a request..

but, fortunately for me...

you reek of intelligence

and integrity.

And you reek of peach shampoo.

Just the way I like you.

- Chief.

- Morning, Stormy.

What's with

the cat-ate-the-canary smile?

Tonight is date night.

So you think you're

gonna get yourself some, huh?

- I wouldn't put it quite that way.

- Stormy SpeciaI.

- Girlfriend.

- Morning, dude.

I call them bodachs.

Well, not to their faces, I hope.

I never met anybody

that could see em before.

- Neither have I.

- Everyone told me it's in my head.

Well, you should stop

telling everyone.

I tried telling my parents.

If I told my parents,

I'd ve spent my whole life...

picking winning lottery numbers.

You can pick winning lotto numbers?

- No, I can't. Stay on point.

- Right. Yeah.

Yesterday, when I finally saw one...

I gave him the finger, Homes.

Don't you know?

If they find out you can see them,

they will kill you.

They will kill you.

- Little advice?

- Yeah?

Karla prefers chocolate to flowers

and you should get

yourself some candles.

Candles?

Thanks. Good idea.

Whew, close.

That would have been

a little awkward.

You two are really something.

I don't know what, but something.

We're weird and screwed up

but we're okay.

I don't know.

You are...

so cool.

So, you deny me my weirdness,

but agree that I'm screwed up?

You're right.

I see your problem.

Weirdness, it can be fun.

It can be kind of cooI.

Screwed-up-ness, not so much.

You are quite weird.

- Apology accepted.

- I gotta go. Be good, you two.

It's not me you have to worry about.

Don't I know it.

I gotta go to work, too, Oddie.

- Okay.

- Later, my love.

Stormy!

Miss you already.

- Living up to his name.

- Every damn day.

Later.

Months often pass

when I don't see a single bodach.

When they do show up...

it's a sure sign that carnage

and bloodshed are not far behind.

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