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two now-headless kidnappers,

a Mr. Lowell Lewis

and a Mr. Frank Cray,

and during an apparent altercation

between the two of them,

said victim, Mr. Michael Max, the guy

they carjacked in that Mercedes there,

freed himself

and blew both theing heads off.

Wait a minute. Michael

Max... Mike Max the producer?

I know who this guy is.

This guy's great.

Did you see creative killing?

What is the other one...

odd sudden death.

You see odd sudden death?

He's great. Yeah, yeah.

This is very, uh, uh...

it's, like, very realistic action,

murder, real crime-type stuff.

Is that his car?

Let me go check out his car.

We have a film buff,

MacDermot.

I'm Ruby.

I'm Ruby.

Hi. I'm Ruby.

Uh, what now?

I want to f*** you.

Can I do my line first?

Sure.

- Great. What is it?

- "I want to f*** you."

I'm sorry.

I thought... good.

Very good.

Um...

I don't remember that line

from my script.

"Ruby:
Hi. I'm Ruby.

I want to f*** you."

"Jack:
Well,

that's very honest.

- I want to f*** you too."

- You're joking.

No. This part is bad on purpose,

just like a cheap porno movie.

And then, all of a sudden,

it gets good.

That's the trick.

Oh, so that's

the trick.

That's the trick.

Maybe Mike was right.

She can do it, but...

she doesn't work for

another month. It'll be fine.

Are you still rolling?

You must be Mathilda.

Si, gentleman.

...Florida.

El hospital? No. No. No hospital.

No.

No, not the house.

- Senor...

- Hmm?

Maybe I jinxed him.

Who?

Weren't you gonna ask me

about Mike?

I was just

building up to it.

You're a pretty slow

builder.

I was gonna say...

here we are,

studios.

You're beautiful.

Movies, murder.

I was gonna segue into

it from there. Crafty.

Med school. Clinical psych. Hmm.

I was always curious...

why people do what they do.

And now, who cares? You

just wanna find your man.

No, I wanna find my woman,

marry, settle down.

I wanna find my man first,

I guess.

Unless my man turns out

to be a woman.

Better than if your woman

turns out to be a man, I suppose.

You know, you have

an interesting approach, Doc.

We have barely spoken, and yet I feel I

could be a murder suspect or a fiance.

Sorry.

No offense.

# 'Cause I'd miss you

forever # you could be.

# So love me right now # I'd

better get this back to wardrobe.

# For it won't last #

hey, you're a cop.

Define "violence."

# 'Cause I'd miss you forever # uh,

fear, absence of love, emotional revenge.

# Every time #

# every time #

# every #

hmm.

What the hell

are you doing?

Do you realize what

you've just thrown away?

Little things around here have

big importance. Do you understand?

Big importance. Mucho importante.

Importante! Understand?

I can't have people around here

who don't know what's what.

Then again, I can't

afford people who do.

You cannot stay here.

Not possible here.

Understand?

You must stay outside.

Yes? Thank you.

That girl can never be allowed

in here under any circumstances.

Do you understand that?

Never.

Okay.

Here... no.

There... si.

Comprende?

Si, gentleman.

Good.

No.

Mike's discovered

a lot of people.

He sees something in them

no one else sees.

He believes in them.

His love is like a rocket...

it blasts you forward into

your future, into your destiny.

But no matter who you are,

sooner or later,

you wake up in your shiny

new rocket... alone...

and realize he's in the

cockpit, and he has the keys.

The view is amazing.

But somewhere

in the back of your mind,

you can hear

the crash coming,

somewhere, somehow,

anytime.

Some people

don't like that feeling.

I suppose everyone's wanted

to kill him at some point.

I know I have.

Do you think

he's still alive?

Absolutely.

But I'm an optimist.

I mean, there's no evidence that

he's dead. Maybe he's in shock.

Maybe he's unable to communicate,

for one reason or another.

Do you think...

feelings, intentions,

bad thoughts...

can have an effect

on reality, like,

sort of...

unintentional prayers?

Definitely. I think

everything's connected.

Did you know that

in nuclear physics,

if you just look at a so-called

particle, you change it?

Imagine, just by looking at something

you can actually change what it is.

Sometimes you can even

destroy it.

It's like turning on the light

to see the darkness.

We know what we look at

can change us. Take me.

One of the main reasons I'm standing

here is because of your husband's movies.

Now I'm here fighting crime,

and he's a victim of it.

We're connected,

and we never even met.

God only knows the amount of subnuclear

transference that goes on in a marriage.

It's almost incalculable.

Why do you ask?

No, no.

I didn't know where I was,

but I knew I was alive.

There's nothing quite like a couple of

killers with a shotgun at your head...

to make you pay attention.

But seeing theing heads

blown off instead of mine,

like toy targets exploding,

that's the part

that scared me the most.

You can wash up

over here.

Buenos dias.

Buenos dias.

I wanted to tell Paige...

"a couple

of killers changed me.

"They made your point.

And a bunch of gardeners

saved my life."

But something told me...

I might never get

the chance to tell her.

Maybe what they say

is true.

You never can

go home again.

- Hey, Filipe. Catch.

- Huh?

Gracias.

Silencio, por favor.

Mike.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Amen.

Ahora.

Mike, can you help me

with my homework tonight?

Come on.

Are you gonna come

fishing with us on sunday?

It's our favorite thing

to do.

I like it too.

I'm not turning over

his computer.

- Can you use it?

- No, I don't know how to use it.

That's the last thing I want. Then

I'll come by to pick it up, okay?

Don't push me. You're

trying to be difficult.

I'm not trying to be

difficult. I'm sorry.

But sooner or later, you're gonna have

to get your head out of the sand...

and start dealing

with this.

Hang on, Paige.

Six just came up from the recording

studio. He wants to tell you something.

Yo, madam Max.

I'm supposed to tell you to

hand over the computer...

and cooperate

with the powers that be,

but you know that's

not exactly my style.

I say just take your

own sweet time, madam Max.

It's a cold world out here,

even in the sun.

You're a beautiful lady.

You stay warm.

Thanks, Six.

Well, yeah, you can see

down there from here,

which means they could've

shot 'em from up here, yeah.

But they were headless corpses,

remember?

I don't think you can blow

heads off from 300 yards.

- That's like three football fields, right?

- All right.

The coroner said the recovered

skull fragments...

were in a state of critically

infarcted bifurcation,

meaning all the bone

was thoroughly shattered,

meaning the bullets could have been

high-density, army-style splinter shot,

which can be fired from three feet

or 3,000 feet with the same effect.

See what I'm saying?

Get outta here. You play

too many video games, kid.

You think maybe low-flying

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