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Let's say she is on the level.

She double-crossed Tommy Dundee,|and she's waiting for you.

You think Tommy Dundee is gonna|let you get away with that?

You better hope she double-crossed you|and that her and Tommy are laughing,

because if she's not|with him right now,

somebody's gonna make their|way in here to check on you.

And they won't be interested|in your full recovery.

I suppose I could|protect you,

stake somebody outside|the door.

But since you're|such a hero,

I convinced my boss you|wouldn't need protection.

Who'd want to hurt|the man of the hour?

The pillar of courage?

Hell, people want to|shake your hand.

Couple uniforms downstairs to keep away|the press and the well-wishers, sure.

But somebody|outside the door?

What's the point?

- It's all your fault.|- Right!

- Oh, if you'd left her alone.|- No. If you had left her alone!

What is it with you?

Thank God|you're bedridden.

I wouldn't be able to stomach|the hypocrisy of you showing up|to Ed's funeral...

and standing next to our mother.

Mr. Chambers, how are you?|What can I help you with?

Could you adjust these pillows?|My neck is really getting stiff.

Of course.

Well, part of the problem|is you've got your bed...

tilted too far forward.|Let me take you down...

No, no, no!|I really like it this way.

- But...|- It's just the pillow. The angle's fine.

- If you could just adjust the pillows.|- All right.

- How's that?|- Fine, thank you.

I was about to see you anyway.|It's time for your pill.

That's all right.|I really don't need it.

Well, I think you'll find it|very difficult to sleep without it.

It's okay. Maybe a little later.|I really feel okay.

Well, you don't look okay.

No, really.|I'll have it later.

If you say so.

Say... Could you tell me who|that gentleman is waiting out there?

Why is he here?

Oh, that's Mr. Rodman.

His sister was in a traffic accident|last night and hasn't woken up yet.

Maybe he'd like to come in|and talk to me?

I don't know.|I can certainly ask,

although visiting hours|are nearly over.

Could you ask? I'd really,|really appreciate it.

Of course.

Leave the door open!

- Why, Mr. Rodman said|he'd be happy to talk with you.|- Thank you.

Uh, Mr. Rodman?

Mr. Chambers.

- Howdy.|- Hello.

Uh, she said you just wanted|to talk about...

Yeah, l-l-l...|Please, sit down.

I-I-I, uh, I just|sorta came alive...

and felt like talking.

With my luck, all my|visitors were already gone.

I'd reckon you'd|get a lot of visitors.

- Why do you say that?|- You're famous, ain't ya?

Yeah. Well.

Oh, boy.

What's that? Your pills?

Yeah.

- That's a pain pill, ain't it?|- Yeah.

That'll make you sleep.

- You better take it, hadn't you?|- No. I'm fine.

Okay.

So, who, uh...|What you got in there, spare shoes?

- What's that?|- In your coat.

Oh, I gotta carry that|for my job.

They're obnoxious as hell, but...

I'm in real estate, and|I really don't have a choice.

They're convenient.

So, where'd you|say you work?

Oh, I didn't.|Uh, Don Sembera Realty.

Oh. How long you|been there?

About six years.

You must know|Jeanette Scott.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Jeanette.

Yeah, she sold me|a house once.

- Is that right?|- Yeah.

Small world.

Who are you?

I don't know.|Who do you want me to be?

Who are you?|Did Tommy send you?

Buddy, I don't know|who you're talking about. Tommy?

I don't know any Jeanette Scott.|I made that up.

Thank you. I-I didn't know|who you were talkin' about either.

I didn't know... I didn't recognize|that name. I was tryin' to be agreeable.

Trying to be agreeable!|Tommy Dundee sent you here to kill me!

I'll leave. I was tryin'|to be nice. I'm sorry.

I mean, goddamn you. Goddamn you.|My sister's layin' down there,

and I don't know|if she'll get up again.

- There's other people in here|got problems.|- Wait.

Wait, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.|Please forgive me. I'm...

I'm... I guess|I'm a little spooked.

Half the time l...|l...

- I don't know what I'm saying.|- I know, I don't usually talk|like that either, but...

you catch me off guard|like that...

She told me you wanted me|to come in here and talk.

- I know. I'm sorry.|- I wanted to talk too.

P-P-Please sit down again.

I'm sorry.

So, uh, tell me about your job.

Do you like it?

I got a good job.

The market...

basically sucks right now, but...

It's... Unless you're buying.

Uh, you weren't thinking|about buying, were you?

Somebody's gettin' sleepy|over there.

Sorry.

Uh, I'm gonna let you sleep.

- No, no, please.|- I'm gonna get out of here.

- No. Can't do it.|- Uh, could you do me a favor?

Just a small favor.

A favor?

Yeah, I'd really|appreciate it. Really.

It ain't a sponge bath, is it?

That was good.

If you could, uh,

just wait here until|I've gotten a little nap?

Just sit here with me for a while|until I've slept good.

I'd like to, but...|I got my sister down there.

Please. L...

I just need a little sleep.

- Okay. Just for a little bit, okay?|- Thank you.

I'm just so, uh...

I'm just gonna sit|over here, okay?

It's time to go.

What's he payin' you?

Ten?|Twenty-five?

I'll give you|a hundred.

You know I've got it.

You know I do.

Rachel.

I don't know how it happened when you|were a kid, or who you learned it from.

But you have very strange|ideas about... sharing.

All our negotiating,|20 percent, 50 percent,

that's playground bullshit.

A fair share|is whatever you can take.

And I'm taking everything.

Oh, Jesus Christ,|Howard!

You're not gonna bleed|like this are you?

Rachel.

Rachel.

Rachel.

Rachel!

Please.

Are you f***ing|kidding me?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

You have made a mistake.

I will deal with you|and your mistake in a moment. You...

You don't have any choice.|You have to shoot me.

But I don't think you will.

Oh. I can't get up.

If you could just...|give me a hand...

When you left, there was|something I didn't understand.

You didn't just leave me,|you left...

everybody.

Everything.

It made me feel very...

interchangeable.

But now I understand the appeal|of just walking away.

There's something very powerful|about being absent.

I think you did the right thing|when you left.

But you shouldn't have|come back.

Rachel.|Rachel, please.

Michael.

Right?

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