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# WE SAY, TAKE ALL YOU CAN

BEFORE THEY SEE #

# WE SAY,

FEED YOUR THIEVERY #

# WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME? #

# WE SAY, TAKE ALL YOU CAN

BEFORE THEY SEE #

# WE SAY,

FEED YOUR THIEVERY #

# WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME? #

# WE SAY, TAKE ALL YOU CAN

BEFORE THEY SEE... #

WHAT IN GOD'S NAME

DO THESE PEOPLE EAT?

LOOK AT YOU.

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU GO SOMETHING UP YOUR ASS, SIR.

WHAT YOU GOT UP THERE?

YOU HIDING SOMETHING

UP THAT RICH GOLD-PLATED

ASS OF YOURS,

YOU GOLDEN ASS?

(voices whisper)

HELLO?

HELLO?

(phone ringing)

Henry's voice:

You've reached

Please leave

a detailed message

and someone

will get back to you

- (machine beeps)

- Hi Susan. It's Liz.

Where are you?

You missed the last two

book club meetings,

and I'm just calling to check

if everything's okay.

I left a message

on your cell also.

I don't know what's up,

so please call me back.

Oh, and we're reading

"Death of a Salesman"

- I told Amy that was

a play, but whatever.

Okay, call me back.

(air hisses)

ARE YOU FEELING:

ANY BETTER?

JESUS. I WISH.

YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING

THIS TO YOURSELF.

I KNOW.

I JUST--

IT'S JUST A REALLY

BAD TIME FOR ME.

YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE.

I'M SORRY.

I'M SORRY.

I GUESS I'M JUS REALLY NOT OKAY.

YOU'RE JUST NOT THE SAME.

YOU NEED HELP.

I KNOW.

TELL ME WE'RE GONNA BE

ABLE TO WORK THIS OUT.

I THINK WE JUST SHOULD TALK

ABOUT THAT ANOTHER TIME.

EVEN IF YOU DON' THINK SO,

JUST DO ME A FAVOR

AND FAKE IT FOR A SECOND.

WHO'S HERE?

THERE'S NO ONE HERE.

WHERE?

IN THE HOUSE.

SERIOUSLY?

COME ON.

THERE'S SOMEONE IN HERE.

THERE'S NO ONE HERE.

THERE'S NO ONE HERE.

PLEASE JUST RELAX.

JUST LAY DOWN:

AND RELAX, OKAY?

- WHO'S HERE?

- THERE'S NO ONE HERE.

- THERE'S NO ONE HERE.

- THERE'S SOMEONE COMING

- THERE'S NO ONE HERE.

JUST STOP IT.

- GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR.

- STOP IT. STOP.

(clatter)

DAMN IT.

MOM, WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?

JESUS CHRIST, I REALLY

DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE

(water runs, stops)

(thud)

(voices whisper)

(voices whispering)

OH.

(rock music playing)

# BEFORE I CLOSED

THE DOOR #

# AND SAID GOODBYE #

# I COULDN'T BEAR #

# TO LOOK HER

IN THE EYE #

# I THOUGH THAT LIFE WAS JUST #

# TO LOVE AND LEAVE

AND DIE #

# NOTHING MORE #

# YOU KNOW

IT WASN'T EASY #

# GOING THROUGH #

# WHAT IT WAS #

# I KNEW I HAD TO DO #

# I HIT THE ROAD #

# BACK TO THE ONLY LIFE

I KNEW #

# NOTHING MORE #

# IT'S TOO LATE #

# TO SAY IT NOW #

# I WISH I COULD #

# SOMEHOW #

# IT WASN' JUST A LIE #

# I HATE TO SAY

GOODBYE #

# AND IF I'D EVER

THOUGHT #

# OF TURNING BACK #

# I SWEAR

THAT I WOULD HAVE #

# A HEART ATTACK #

# THAT'S HOW

YOU LEARN TO LIVE #

# FOR ONLY

WHAT YOU HAVE #

# NOTHING MORE #

# IT'S TOO LATE #

# TO SAY IT NOW #

# I WISH I COULD #

# SOMEHOW #

# IT WASN'T JUS A LIE #

# I HATE TO SAY

GOODBYE #

# I HATE TO SAY IT #

# I HATE

TO SAY IT. #

IT'S LOCKED.

OH YEAH.

I-- I THOUGHT YOU--

YOU DID?

GOOD FOR YOU.

BUT I'M NOT PAYING YOU

TO THINK, AM I?

I'M PAYING YOU

TO CLEAN THE PLACE.

NO, I JUST THOUGH YOU WANTED ALL THE ROOMS--

OKAY, COOL.

WELL, I'M JUST ABOU DONE HERE,

SO I'M GONNA

GO AHEAD AND--

(chuckles)

OKAY OKAY OKAY.

TAKE IT EASY, GUY.

TAKE IT EASY.

I'M JUST GIVING YOU

A HARD TIME.

YEAH, I KNOW.

IT'S OKAY.

YOU FEEL ALL RIGHT, GUY?

'CAUSE YOU LOOK

A LITTLE--

WHAT'S THE WORD?

WASTED.

HUH? NO, I'M GOOD.

YEAH?

YOU GOOD?

THAT'S WHAT--?

SO THIS IS WHAT GOOD

LOOKS LIKE THESE DAYS?

'CAUSE I'M REAL GOOD TOO.

YOU LOOK IT.

YOU'RE FIT.

I FEEL REAL CLEAN--

NOTHING ON ME.

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

YES, I DO.

I SURE DO.

- I BET YOU DO.

- HEY, THAT'S MY JOB.

SO LISTEN,

HAVE WE MET BEFORE?

NO, I DON'T THINK SO.

NO?

NO.

'CAUSE YOU LOOK--

YOU LOOK:

REAL FAMILIAR TO ME.

YOU KNOW WHO:

YOU REMIND ME OF?

YOU LOOK EXACTLY

LIKE THE GUY:

WHO CAME HERE LAST WEEK,

CLEANED THE SHI OUT OF MY SEPTIC TANK--

SAME EXACT UNIFORM.

THANKS.

WELL, UNLESS THERE'S

ANYTHING ELSE,

I'M GONNA JUST LOAD UP

MY RIG AND--

YEAH, UH...

YOU THINK YOU COULD

GIVE ME A HAND:

YEAH SURE.

WHAT IS IT?

IT'S IN THE GARAGE.

IT'S A LITTLE AWKWARD.

(insects chirping)

I LEFT MY KEYS:

IN THE HOUSE.

(door opens and closes)

(cell phone ringing)

(cell phone

continues ringing)

(garage door humming)

(cell phone

continues ringing)

I TOLD HER THAT PEOPLE

WHO USE THE RING

THAT COMES WITH THE PHONE

DESERVE TO DIE.

I MUST HAVE TOLD HER

IF SHE DOESN'T CHANGE

THAT RING, I'M GONNA

DID SHE CHANGE THE RING?

SHE DIDN'T.

ALL RIGHT, LET'S GET THESE

F***ERS UP IN THE CAR.

ONE, TWO, THREE.

ALL RIGHT,

THIS ONE'S HEAVY.

LIFT WITH YOUR BACK.

ONE, TWO, THREE.

(flies buzzing)

WHAT THE F***

ARE YOU DOING?

NOTHING. I JUST--

WELL, THEN STOP

JUST BREATHING AND GE

JESUS CHRIST.

SORRY, I GOTTA

MAKE A CALL.

- JUST SHUT UP THE F*** UP

A SECOND, OKAY?

JUST MEET ME:

IN THE KITCHEN, GUY.

HEY, JEN, IT'S ME.

IT'S COLE AGAIN.

UM, I JUST THOUGH I'D TRY YOU AGAIN.

(chuckles)

YEP, UH,

I-- I DON'T KNOW,

I JUST WAS:

CALLING TO--

I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE

RIGHT NOW, THAT'S ALL.

UM, I JUST WANTED YOU

TO KNOW:

I'VE BEEN TAKING

MY MEDS:

JUST LIKE THE DOCTOR

WANTED ME TO AND--

ANYHOW,

I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER.

JUST GIVE ME A CALL BACK.

LOVE YOU BOTH.

BYE.

Kershe's voice:

TURNS OU:

THE ONLY REAL STRENGTH

IS KNOWING:

YOU CAN'T DO IT ALONE.

(pills rattling)

(water running, stops)

(exhales)

JUST SIT ANYWHERE.

I OPENED A FEW BOTTLES

JUST TO LET THEM BREATHE

SAM-- THAT'S

MY SON'S NAME.

HUH?

SAM-- ISN'T THA YOUR SON'S NAME?

OH YEAH.

SMALL WORLD.

SO THAT'S A RABBIT.

IT'S FORMERLY A RABBIT.

NOW IT'S JUST RABBIT.

AND WE'RE GONNA EAT IT.

FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA,

MY ASS.

WHO?

NOBODY.

HE'S NOBODY.

HERE, TRY THIS.

NO, THAT--

THAT'S ALL RIGHT.

NO? WHAT, ARE YOU SOBER?

DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE SOBER.

NO, IT'S--

MEDICATIONS THEN?

ARE YOU DEPRESSED,

COLE, UPSET?

YEAH RIGHT.

OH SURE.

WHY THE HELL NOT?

WELL, THAT'S ONE WAY

TO DO IT.

CHATEAU MAISON LEDOUX, 1965.

SUSAN'S FAVORITE.

SUSAN-- IS THA YOUR WIFE?

MAYBE I SHOULDN'T BE

DRINKING THIS.

SHE HAD HER CHANCE.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

TO SUSAN, HUH?

MAY SHE ROT IN A SPECIAL

CIRCLE OF HELL:

RESERVED JUST FOR

MISERABLE, BLOOD-SUCKING

IS SHE OUT OF TOWN,

AWAY?

I MEAN, FOR A WHILE?

SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

SO WHAT ABOUT YOU, GUY?

MARRIED,

F***ING EVERYTHING

THAT MOVES, OR BOTH?

NO, I'M MARRIED.

OR I WAS MARRIED.

JUST DIDN'T WORK OUT.

IT'S NOBODY'S FAULT.

IT'S JUS ONE OF THOSE THINGS.

WELL, IT SOUNDS TO ME

LIKE YOU FOUND OU A LITTLE TOO LATE

THAT SHE PREFERS

BLACK GUYS.

YOU KNOW, WE WENT THROUGH

THERAPY AND ALL THE REST.

I GUESS SHE JUST DECIDED

IT WAS OVER.

OF COURSE, I WAS THE LAS ONE TO KNOW, RIGHT?

TURNS OU IT'S LIKE A BAND-AID.

YOU JUST GOTTA TAKE IT OFF

WITH ONE CLEAN MOVE

JUST LIKE THAT.

JUST--

YOU KNOW,

I WAS GOING THROUGH

AND ISN'T THE WHOLE THING

WITH MARRIAGE:

THAT YOU HELP OU THE OTHER PERSON--

RICHER OR POORER,

SICKNESS AND HEALTH

THERE WAS THIS TIME

WHERE I REALLY NEEDED

BUT NOPE, SHE JUS COULDN'T DO IT.

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