Willard Page #3

"Your service is appreciated.

"Frank Martin."

He's firing you.

But I thought

he couldn't fire you.

Willard.

Hey. Hey!

This whole thing is just

one big misunderstanding.

I'll make it up to you, though.

I'm gonna take you

to the Jets-Dolphins game.

-How does that sound?

-What?

Feels like this office could

use a little holiday cheer.

Cathryn, go dig out

the Christmas decorations.

They're in the back storeroom.

The key's in Willard's desk

somewhere.

Talk it over with Rosie

and let me know.

I'll be right here at

the office working late tonight.

Christmas bonus time, you know.

Mrs. Leach, found the keys...

but you can dig out

your own holiday cheer...

and then you can shove it

up your ass with a big ho-ho-ho.

-I quit.

-Bye-bye.

How could you?

What part of "You're fired"

don't you understand?

-My father!

-ls dead. Been dead.

And now your mama's dead, too.

He started this company!

It's my family's company!

No. My company.

Been my company...

and I don't want you

around it anymore.

Why in the hell

are you even still here?

You hate it here.

I hate you being here.

You're going nowhere here.

Mommy and daddy are dead.

Get over it

and get on with your life.

The terms

of your purchase contract--

they strictly state

that you are not allowed to--

Sue me.

Get you a goddamn lawyer

and sue me. You'll win.

Go down today and hire yourself

a $250-an-hour lawyer.

Sue me.

My $400-an-hour lawyer...

will tie it up in the courts

until I die.

So, what? 10, 15, 20 years

from now, you'll win.

You know I cannot afford that!

You know that!

Need money?

Make me an offer on the house.

Don't give me that face,

Willard.

I buy the house, you have money.

You can go buy yourself

a very nice clean used car...

move someplace

where you'll be happy...

get a job, a girlfriend.

Jeez, you'll be so damn happy

you won't want to sue me.

All right...

I'll sell you the house.

But, please, please,

please let me keep my job!

Please!

Please let me keep my job.

Please.

What in the hell

is going on now?

A rat! A rat in here! Oh!

It's a rat! Oh, my God!

Rat! Look out!

There's a white rat...

and it is the size

of a dog--I mean, huge dog.

Over there,

behind the Christmas lights.

See him?

Where? I don't see any mouse.

No. Up there, you idiot.

Up there!

I think

your wild-ass imagination...

is kind of

getting away with you.

He's up higher.

There he is.

No!

Walt, this is Mickey.

I'm coming to join you.

Yeah.

What's the matter, tiger?

Can't take a little blood?

Ha ha ha ha! Finders keepers.

Nice work, Mr. Martin.

Yeah, good one, sir.

He expects me to clean that up?

I'll do it.

Thanks.

What could I do?

What could I do?

What could I do?

What could I do?

What could I do?

What could I do?

What could I do?

What can I do?

What can we do?

In.

In.

That's it.

We can't fit any more.

The rest of you

are going to have to wait here.

Ben and I will be back later.

Right, Ben?

Oh, Jesus.

Ooh...I like that.

Ooh, look at you.

Oh, my God.

Look at all the rats.

Yes.

Look at the rats.

We've come to see you.

We?

They'll do anything I tell them.

Well, then tell them to get

the f*** out of my office!

Sit down.

Now, you listen to me, Willard.

Sit down!

What the hell's

wrong with you?

Mr. Martin, you stole

this business from my father.

It killed him,

and it killed my mother.

And now

you're trying to kill me.

No. That's--

You never let me alone

for a minute.

You made a fool of me

in front of everybody.

And now you're trying

to take my house.

You made me hate myself.

I thought a lot about it...

hating myself.

Well, right now...

at this moment...

I like myself.

You killed Socrates!

Who the hell is Socrates?

He was the only friend...

I ever had!

What's the matter, tiger?

Afraid of a little blood?

Tear him up.

Good-bye, Ben.

Food.

Food.

-I think I hear footsteps.

-Yeah.

-Let's look around back.

-OK.

Willard? It's Cathryn.

I've been calling you all day.

Did you hear?

Martin's dead.

They called from the office.

The details are weird.

All kinds of rumors...

that he was murdered

or attacked by animals.

I'm hungry.

Could we get something to eat?

Right now?

Let me get my coat.

Just a second.

Could I use the restroom?

Cathryn?

In here.

Sorry. I had to go so bad,

and you flew off somewhere.

We need to go.

Sh*t. I must have

run over something.

-There he is.

-You sure that's him?

Yeah.

Get in the car.

I'll call triple-A.

I've got a cell phone.

Mr. Stiles, police.

Open the door, please, sir.

Can you please tell me

what this is about?

Willard!

Open the door, Willard!

I want to help you!

Willard!

Willard!

Open the door, Willard!

Let me in!

What's going on in there?

I hear him going around back.

Stiles.

Stiles!

I'm sorry, Ben. I...

I'm sorry that I left you.

I got scared...

and so l--I came back here.

It's all over, Ben.

You can live anywhere.

You can go anywhere.

I have nowhere.

Who's he talking to?

There was nothing

that I could do about Socrates.

But...we got him back.

We got Mr. Martin back together.

This guy's nuts.

We should just call Bellevue.

It's all over, Ben.

So just...go!

Go away!

Whoa! It's not just Bellevue.

We've got to call the health

department exterminators.

You see that?

Oh, man.

Let's go.

Do you want some food?

I'll give you some food, Ben.

I'll give you

all the food that I have...

if you'll just go away.

Do you want food?

No.

No, no, Ben. It's food.

It's just food.

Whatever food

is in the bag is yours.

Ah! That's it for you, Ben!

I hate you!

I loved Socrates,

but I hate you!

I'm not setting foot in there.

There's, like, a thousand rats.

Ma'am,

you want to get eaten alive?

Martin.

If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up and try again.

If you need help, hang up

and then dial your operator.

Cathryn, help!

Help!

Cathryn!

Cathryn.

Ben.

I thought we were friends.

Food's here.

Food.

Look, Stiles, you've got to eat.

You might be out of your mind,

but your body's staying here.

Eat.

Come on.

We got some nice chicken...

some mashed potatoes...

got a sourdough roll.

Hey, look.

We got a piece of cheese.

That's what the mice eat,

isn't it?

OK, rat boy.

Look, I'm gonna leave it here.

You can do

whatever you want with it.

Hi.

Shh.

I know you're hungry,

but we have to wait.

Our time will come.

Let's not let them know

that you've come back to me.

We have to sit here...

and wait--

wait...

quietly.

Quiet as a mouse.

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