Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead Page #6

- I-I don't think so, Jimmy.|- Hey, Olden, no more porn theaters,

no more scumbags|strokin' it around you.

- The cool, blue waters of the Mediterranean.|- Ah, Jimmy...

- What?|- I-I ain't gonna run.

- What are you talkin' about, Olden?|- I been thinkin'.

- Olden, listen to me.|- I been thinkin' about this guy,

my neighbor next door|a few years ago, a citizen.

Never married, no kids,|just a sweet guy.

And he got a cancer...|a bad one...

and he was dyin'.

I been thinkin' about him,

thinkin' how|if in his last days...

when he was layin' on the bed|starin' up at the ceiling...

in this shitty little|apartment...

knowin' he was gonna die,

was he sorry|he never did nothin'?

Was he sorry he never|did the fox-trot...

with a $2,000-a-night|hooker...

in a Paris nightclub?

Jimmy, we did the things.

Olden, I appreciate|what you're saying, but listen.

I need you|on this island, man.

Jimmy, Jimmy, uh...

- I need you there.|- I-I-I don't...

I don't have any regrets.

I'm not gonna stare up|at the ceiling.

Maybe I coulda been|a better old man to my kids.

Maybe I shouldn't have pulled|as much time as I did.

But, sh*t, Jimmy,

we did the things.

Them days.

I had a snap-brim hat.

You walk into a joint.|Ah! Forget about it.

Olden, I want you to take|this money, please.

Take it.

You keep it.

You do something|good with it.

I'm all right.

This is what I wanted|to tell you, Jim.

- You all right?|- Ah.

I'm okay.

Well.

Olden.

Did you really do the fox-trot with a|$2,000-a-night hooker in a Paris nightclub?

What do you think, Jimmy?

Olden.

Boat drinks.

Boat drinks, Jimmy.

"Boat drinks. "

That's a common toast|in prison.

An ideal.

Yeah, at the end of a long,|bad life, there you are...

on a big cabin cruiser|somewhere in the Florida keys...

havin' boat drinks.

# Can't sleep #

- You seen Bill Dolittle around?|- No, man. I ain't seen nobody.

- I don't know where he is.|- Where you runnin' off to?

- Nowhere.|- Nowhere, huh?

What's the matter with you?

Nothin'.|What's the matter with you?

- Turn around.|- Why?

- Turn around!|- Jimmy!

- Turn around!|- There. Okay?

Come here. Come here.

- Let me see it.|- F***, man. What's it to you, anyway?

You got a couple of dollars|for me today?

Turn around. Let me see it.|The other way.

- Don't f*** with me. Hey!|- F***, Jimmy!

- Let me see it! What happened?|- There. Okay?

- F***, nothing, all right? It's the same old f***in' sh*t.|- What happened?

It was a bad beat,|all right?

It's those f***in' uptown|f***in' motherfuckers.

He's a regular.

Guess he just kinda decided to have a|little party with a couple of beer bottles.

Oh, nice.|Beer bottles.

Look, I told him. I said, "Lucinda|doesn't f***in' take no sh*t that way. "

And he did|what he wanted and...

he took me out back and he alley-whipped|me, and that's what happened, okay?

- And I'm fine.|- You happy with yourself?

- An exciting life, isn't it?|- Hey, f*** you.

- Get in the f***in' car. Get in the f***in' car!|- F*** you! F*** you!

- I don't need this f***in' sh*t from...|- Get in the f***in' car!

Get in the car!|Get in the...

Get in the f***in' car.

- Get in the car!|- One day I'm gonna f***in' kill you, you know!

- Get in the f***ing car. Shut the f*** up.|- Okay, okay. F*** you.

What's his name?

What is his name,|Lucinda?

- What is his name?|- I don't know.

- You know where he works, and you don't know his name?|- I don't know his f***ing name.

Uh, where are|the accountants, please?

- Um...|- The accountants. I need to see the accountants.

- Where are they?|- Uh, they're down the ha... The... No. Hey, you can't...

- You can't go down there!|- F***in' stop, Jimmy!

- Is that him? Is that him?|- No!

So this software package|can be applicable to all of your...

- What?|- Point him out.

- Point him out.|- He's that guy over there.

It's the blond guy.

- What is this?|- How are you?

What the hell are you...|Oh!

You liked it, huh?|Huh?

See that? See her?

Remember that girl? Do you remember|that girl? You remember her, right?

You know what this maggot did to|that girl? Sit the f***... Sit down!

Sit down!|Where are you going?

Huh? You wanna tell 'em|what you did?

Oh, my God.

Somebody get security on the phone.

He took a bottle...|not unlike this bottle, huh?

- I'm gonna get security.|- And he put this bottle in places...

where you're not supposed|to put bottles, huh?

How would you like it, huh? How would|you like it if I did it to you?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?|Huh? How would you like...

if I took this bottle|and shoved it up your ass?

- Every time you'd take a dump,|you'd need a nickel deposit!

- Come on, let's try it.|- Hey!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

- Come on. Come on.|- I've got him.

Come on, pal!|Come on! Move it out!

Let's say we take it outside.|- So he dropped the charges...

even though you|dogged him out like that.

Alternative would've been nastier. The|guy had a wife, a kid and a mistress.

Ooh, a wife and a mistress, huh?

Those were the days,|eh, Jimmy?

Oh, sh*t.

Mooncalf alert.

Hey, Jimmy.

Jimmy the Saint.

Hey. Jimmy, you...

- Could I have a word with you for a minute?|- What's up, Bernard?

I mean,|i- in private, Jim.

No... No offense.

I'm very upset, Jimmy.

- I know that.|- Yeah.

- I heard about Meg.|- Oh, it's unbelievably sad. It's a heartbreaker, you know.

I mean, she's missing.

I mean, I don't know|what to do.

My letters come back,|"Return to Sender. "

I sent her flowers, right?|They came back dead.

Be patient.

She'll turn up.

Jimmy the Saint.

Look, I just need|some advice, you know?

I'm just...|Get on through it.

I mean,|I love her, Jim.

Hmm? I just|wanna talk to her.

I just want to hear her say,|"Bernard, I'm happy now.

I love this guy,|but I'm happy now. "

I mean, if I could|hear her say that,

I would get on|with the rest of my life.

See, her happiness is more important|to me than my happiness.

You understand?

I understand.|That's very noble of you.

Thank you.

She'll turn up, and you can talk to her|and tell her how you feel.

- Just be patient.|- Yeah.

You're right.

Thanks, Jimmy.

You know,

I liked that thing|you said about bein' noble.

I could be noble.

I mean you,|you're noble.

I could be.

Hey.

You wanna go bowl a few strings|with me sometime?

- Yeah.|- Yeah?

- You know "Diamond Mike" Ettlers?|- Yeah, I know him.

All-Strike Lanes?|From Brownville?

- Okay. I'll call you.|We'll bowl a few frames.

Great.

- Hey, that's great.|- Okay.

- Thanks, again.|- All right.

- Jimmy the Saint.|- All right.

I arranged this thing with Petey Weed for|you guys to go to Canada, if you want to.

I got it.

I appreciate|what you're doin', Jimmy.

I really do, but I got|everything under control.

All right? Now, you oughta|get out of here yourself...

or you're gonna end up|terminal, man.

- I gotta find Bill first.|- Yeah, whatever.

Come here.

Take this.

- What's that, your boat fund money?|- Take the money.

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