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I've lived long enough
to see what happens

when progress
marches through town.

Rarely stops long enough
to let everyone catch up.

If you are not paying attention,

got caught up
in your own problems,

well sometimes,
it just rolls over you.

It don't wait for your concerns.

It don't stop
to count the bodies.

And now at night,
you can see the big cities

all lit up from space.

Glittering like a virus,

spreading across
this diseased planet.

Fueled by greed and corruption,
people playing us all like pawns

on a chessboard.

Well, what happens
if those pawns

don't do as they're told?

What if they move
to whatever space they want?

Would the kingdom crumble?

When you finally
learn to see

through all
of the frivolous distractions

and blatant falsehoods,

you realize that you're left
with only your principles,

the choices you make,

and how you respond
to the choices made by others.

Sit anywhere you like, hon.

So...

how you been, Manny?

All right.

Well... that is good to hear.

You got a little...

Thank you.

Sorry about the wait there,
can I get you anything?

You know what,
it smells so damn good in here,

I'm just gonna have
what my friend here is having.

Sure thing, hon.

Would you like something
to drink with that?

Thank you, no. I'm all set.

Be out in a minute.

So...

life's good?

Yeah.

Jake...

I don't know
what it is you think I did--

I don't think you did anything.

I just don't-- I don't...
I don't know why...

What's wrong, Manny?

You know after all this time,

I thought
you could tell me anything.

You can't be smoking in here,
mister.

You gotta take it outside.

I'm sorry.

I really and-- I truly am.

Well, I gotta say
that is nice to hear.

It really don't make much
of a difference.

Hey!
Are you listening to me, sir?

Jake... is this--

this is about me and Donna?

Are you kidding, Manny?

I don't give a shit about that.

Mister...
I ain't gonna ask you again.

Thank you.

Donna ain't my wife no more.

You're an adult.

She's an adult.

You all can make
your own decision.

In fact, that's what makes
this country great,

freedom of choice.

You can do whatever the hell
you want with your life.

Get rich, be a lawyer.

Be a hooker
and get rich fucking lawyers.

Whatever you want.

But now here's the other side
of that coin.

Jake, please...

When you go, and use

that miraculous
God-given freedom

to do something stupid,

I now have the freedom
to right that wrong.

I'm just saying
about me and Donna--

Don't you bring her
back into this, Manny.

This ain't about her.

This is about you.

Shooting off your goddamn mouth
all over the fucking town.

Jake... I had no idea
who those guys were.

And I swear to Christ, man.

I-- I didn't know
you were serious about that.

I thought you were just...

you know, running--
running your mouth,

talking at your ass,
grand plans, and all that shit.

I swear to fucking Jesus, man,
I had no idea

that you run that deal
until after I fucking left!

You see
that is a problem for me.

Is that there's truth to believe
in what do you say,

but that don't take the bullets
out of Theo's chest now,

-does it?
-No, Jake.

Jake, Jake, Jake!

Jake, Jake, Jake!

Holy shit!
What the fuck happened?

Grab the body.

What the fuck you talking about,
man?

Look at Monroe.
Look at my goddamn face.

I-- I gotta get to a hospital.

You'll be fine, man.
We're going to no hospital.

We'll do it ourselves.

Right, now you gotta grab a body
and pull, all right?

All right?

Okay.

Oh, Christ on a fucking cracker.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Start the truck.

Waldo.

My darling,
who's my good boy?

Well, it has to be you,

'cause there are no other
good boys here either.

No, there isn't,
no, there isn't, my love.

I heard that.

Well, I did say it out loud.

Get up!

I promise, five stars.

And thanks for the suggestions.

Have a great day, lady.

Okay, all checked out,
and good to go.

You're my boy.

Why the hell is your car
always so damn dirty?

'Cause we live out
in the middle of nowhere.

Why's your so damn clean?

'Cause I give a shit.

Where the hell
is everybody Ga-boon?

Can you stop saying
my name like that?

It's the only way to say it.

Mindy Gaboon.

Sounds like a kid's party clown.

As opposed
to an adult's party clown?

Let me ask you again.

Where the hell is everybody?

Well, Chet and Kelly
are still in Fort Haven

at that conference.

Having themselves
a boys night out

with the mayor more like.

Yeah.
You got that right.

And it's Dale's day off today,

I've been trying to get
a hold of him all morning,

but he ain't picking up.

Sounds about right.

Remind me to fire that boy.

Why don't you just
fire him now?

'Cause you can't get
a hold of him.

Whose truck is that
parked out there?

I ran the plates earlier,
belongs to some fellow

named Manny Randowski.

I don't know
if he was a victim or a shooter.

Jesus.

Phew.

Where the hell's all the bodies?

There ain't none.

But where did this come from?

What the hell is that?

Uh...

Don't ever toss me
a finger again.

Can't make any promises.

I don't suppose
there's any security footage.

Nope. Surveillance
stuff has all been cleared.

Nothing back there
but some frayed wires

and LED TV.

Figures.

I've know what the world
really was since I was 14.

I had it beaten into me
enough times by then.

Religion... patriotism...
work... family.

All spouting sweet nothings
into an ear aching for answers.

Not truth... just answers.

What'd I say?

Damn.

Whoo.

Hey, one more round, please?

All right.

You set 'em up,
I'ma take a shit.

Whoa, I ain't your
maid, man. Fuck you, here.

The goddamn fence post,
shit for brains.

Now don't fucking hit me.

Don't be a goddamn moron.

Oye... what's up, bitch?

You ready to die motherfucker...
huh?

Huh?

Huh, huh.

Fuck. Motherfucker.

So... where should we go today?

-No.
-What?

-No.
-What?

I'm not doing
another two-hour detour

to like the world's
biggest chair

or the world's
lamest ghost town.

Okay, now listen to me.

I think
I've got a good one this time.

Come on.

You know I'm already nervous
about showing up on time.

The university
isn't expecting you

for another three weeks.

Even if we stopped

and did nothing
but drugs for a week,

we'd still have
a week and a half to spare.

Plus... it says here
that at this Yag-- yajj--

Yeggy Oh-Lala place,

they once filmed an episode
of The Outer Limits.

Really?

No, I just made that up.

Why would you do that?

Why would you get
my hopes up, man?

Because it should be enough

that it's a beautiful, unique,
natural wonderland

that we'll probably never get
a chance to see again.

Hey listen,
when our hypothetical children

hear the story of our voyage

across this
great-land-tis-of-thee,

what are we gonna hypothetically
tell them, huh?

That we followed our GPS
along the fastest route

and nothing that interesting
happened?

Or are we gonna blow
their little hypothetical minds

with amazing tales
of wild west adventure?

Were you really lying
about the Outer Limits thing?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Set 'em back up,
shit for brains?

Well, I thought
of a better game.

Oh yeah, what's that?

Well, it's more
of a magic trick, I guess.

What the fuck you doing,
you little piece of shit?

Don't worry,
I know where it is, man.

What the fuck!

Oh, hold on now,

you don't want me
to mess this up.

I'ma fucking kill you

Oh, famous last words, huh.

It's a fucking joke.

It was a fucking joke, man!

Don't fuck it.

You point a goddamn gun
at me again,

I'ma fucking kill you,
you hear me?

Fucking hear me?

It's a fucking dud, man.

There's a cold pack
in the ice box.

Put it on your face
before it gets swelled up.

Fuck.

Bull!

What in kitten-killing curiosity
happened to you all?

Things got complicated
with Manny.

Hey, what do you mean
complicated?

You got a first aid kit?

Where's Snake and Monroe?

Snake got called into work
last night.

Monroe's in the back
of the truck.

Bullshit.

-Bull, what's going on?
-Hey!

Hey, get the fuck
out of my house!

Hey, you get back in that truck
full of dead bodies

and drive on away from my home.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Hey.

Hey, this is my fucking house,
my fucking property,

and now Monroe's dead.

And why?

You didn't have to kill
that boy,

you wanted to kill that boy.

I told you that before you left.

What you think
this is about revenge?

Don't you get it yet?

It's about
the fucking principle.

Like everything we do.

Oh, fuck your principles.

Sometimes the earth
needs to be tilled

before it can be sown, right?

But you are absolutely correct.

This is your place,
your property.

I should treat you
with the respect you deserve.

I apologize.

Now, what's done is done.
We are where we are.

You understand me?

All right.

What the fuck happened
last night?

You saw the back of the truck.

Who killed Monroe?

The old man lying on top of him.

Are you ready?

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Ah!

Where's his gun?

Aah.

Huh, where's his gun?

Give him the gun, man.

Like I said,
we ain't here for vengeance.

We just need some help
getting rid of the bodies.

Oh, is that all?

And the Bronco.

This is all getting
a little much for me.

I know.
Honestly, Bull, honestly I do.

I get where you're coming from.

You've gotta trust me on this...
otherwise we're all going down.

Your brother, too.

You understand me?

Now, when this is all over,
we have no truck,

no bodies, no conviction.

Clean and simple.

That's how our wonderful system
works,

I guarantee it.

Fuck.

Goddamn, all right.
What do you need?

Just some supplies
and place the cops

won't ever go looking.

I ain't got much here.

I got a place...

used to dry out cactus buttons
out there.

Clear air,
no one around for miles.

Where is that?

Some Indian name,
I can't even pronounce.

Took to calling it,
"Purgatory".

The way the maps are laid out

doesn't really fall
in any po-po's jurisdictions,

so they just kind of ignore it.

Hell, we could burn the Bronco
out there

and nobody can find the chassis
for years.

It's on the map,
back in my room.

You gotta be kidding me.

Hold on, it's okay.

No, it's not okay.

I mean, we wasted three hours
driving out here.

It's not a big deal, seriously.
It's okay.

No, don't-- don't do that!

Please.

Please don't shut down on me,
okay.

I am sorry for dragging us
out here.

We don't have to do
any other stupid things

I come up with ever again.

I promise, okay?

I'm sorry.

I didn't know
it was gonna be closed. I...

I've been trying really hard
to just go with the flow.

You know,
and it's just the last few days

I mean I'm always anxious,

but ever since I took that job,
I just feel like.

I feel like I am not even
in control of myself anymore.

Like I'm like almost--
I'm just floating.

And I don't know which way
the current's gonna pull me.

Hey... look at me.

You are not floating aimlessly,
you know.

We're just pioneers,
pressing on towards new land.

Look, maybe sometimes
we can't control

where the current takes us,
but wherever it is,

I'm gonna be right there
beside you, okay.

I'm gonna take over for a while
and get us back on the road.

Wait.

What is going on now, babe?

We're getting
our three hours back.

You stay.

Good boy.

Okay.

Okay.

All right.

You were right.

I'm so glad that we did this.

Waldo!

-Aaah.
-Go get him.

Go.

Waldo, come here.

Waldo!

Waldo!

Waldo, come on, boy.

Waldo!

Waldo, come on.

Where are you, you little shit?

Waldo?

Waldo!

Wa...

Run!

Run!

Go, go, go!

What's going on, Jake?

Someone else was here.
A woman.

Where'd she go?

I don't know.

She see anything?

Yep.

Christ, man!

Quit your hollering,
and go grab my back.

She won't make it
more than 50 yards.

She's probably closer.

The fall might have killed her
already.

Don't tell me
what might have happened.

Just go find the goddamn body.

Head out east to the flatlands,

see if she was dumb enough
to make a run for it,

I'll go west.
Look back around just in case.

Snoopy you stay here
in case she comes back.

Y'all spot anything,
yell out like supper's ready,

I'll come running.

All right... do you remember...
this was a long time ago,

like around Easter or something,

when those files
suddenly vanished?

Vaguely.

Okay, well,
it seemed like a big deal to you

at the time.

Well, anyway, yeah, you--
you can't tell 'em this,

because I pinky promised
and all...

but that was Dale.

How?

He was drunk as hell one night,

uh, and he was supposed
to be on call

and you rung him up
and told him to

go down to the station
and check on Lisa

or someone.

And so he does down there,
his cousin drove him in,

and he does his work,

then he starts feeling like
this good Samaritan,

and he helps the cleaning lady
take out the trash.

Yeah.

And then the next day,
he realizes the files are gone.

So, he figured
he probably threw them out

with the recycling or something.

-My God, that boy.
-Mhmm.

Yeah.

I got hundreds of them
Dale stories.

If you're lucky, I'll tell you
another one tomorrow.

You know...

you're kind of an enigma
to me, Gaboon.

You know that?

How so?

Well... how'd you end up there?

Christ,
I don't even know anymore.

Where'd you come from
originally?

I know that's probably
a low request

me being a military brat
and all.

Your daddy was in the military?

Oh yeah, 18 years
in the Air Force.

We never lived more than
two years any one place

till I got here.

How long you been here then?

Jeez...

I can't remember.

I want to say... '85.

Yeah.

This was a real town.

Back then, I wanna tell you,
had a real rhythm to it.

Why'd you stay all this time?

Just to watch this place
wither away.

I guess as a kid I just--

I don't know
going from place to place,

friend to friend,
school to school,

I didn't know what it was like
to be in one place.

Hmm.

So, once you plant your roots.

Yeah... something like that.

What about you?

What planet are you from?

-That one.
-Hmm.

The one with the dirty hub caps,
like your car.

Okay.

Please, please.

God.

You find anything?

Does it look like
I found anything?

Give me those.

Everything you know,
they taught you.

Everything you believe,
they preached to you.

Everything you love,
they sold you.

To protect you.

To betray you.

To love you.

To make you love them.

Each and every one of them
is lying to you.

So, how do you even know
who you are?

What the hell is this?

What are you doing out here,
Dale?

Oh... traffic.

You run the print
on that finger yet?

What finger?

What finger?

What finger?

The finger we--

What the hell you mean
what finger?

I don't know what
you're talking about, Sheriff.

You don't?

No.

All right.

Head back to the station.

Clean out your desk.

What?

Sheriff?

Are you serious?

I guess we're best friends!

You got Gaboon.

What I tell you about answering
the phone like that, Gaboon.

- I'm so sorry.
- I thought you were Dale.

No, no, no, no, look.

Look, I don't wanna hear it
right now, all right?

Okay, I'm sorry, Sheriff.

Listen, I need for you to do
something for me.

Well, right now I'm bit swamped
filing those OVW--

Well, I don't care,
stop doing that.

- Okay.
- You don't have to tell me twice.

What can I do for you, Sheriff?

I need you to run a print
on that finger

we found the other day.

Wasn't Dale supposed to do that?

He can't,
he's too busy being fired.

All I know is that
ignorance is bliss

right up until the moment
the knife slides into your back,

and in this country...

justice has a price that only
the wealthiest can afford.

For the rest of us...

a bullet is a hell
of a lot cheaper than a lawyer.

You motherfucker!

Snoop, the fuck's going on
up there, man?

Fuck me.

Shit.

-Where's this coming?
-I don't know.

Goddamn.

Oh well, that all sounds
delicious, honey,

but uh, look,
I'm actually calling you,

because looks like

I'ma be at the station
for a little while longer.

No, Gene's already
on his way up.

Yeah, yeah.
I know, I know, I'm sorry.

Something wrong?

No, no, I'm all right.

Are you sure?

Yeah, look, why don't--

why don't you and Gene
just eat without me tonight?

Really?

Yeah.

How long are you gonna be?

Phew, I don't know.

At least a few hours for sure.

Gene's not gonna be happy.

I know, I know, all right.

Okay, well, I love you.

I love you, too.

And look you tell--

you tell Gene I'ma make it up
to him next week

or I will break out that grill,
throw some steaks on that about,

- all right?
- All right.

All right.

Now, don't making a habit
of this.

All right, sure thing. Muah.

Muah.

Ah.

Hey there, little fella.

Where'd you come from?

Huh?

How are you doin'?
How you doin? Come here.

Come here.

Sit.

Good boy.

Come here,
let me check you out.

Hey Waldo... I'm Hickey.

You wanna be pals?

All right, all right,
I'm not as fast as you.

Not as young as you.

Come on, boy...
I'ma take you to my house.

Show you my family.

You gonna love it.

Come on, Waldo.

Atta boy. Let me in.

We are all, all of us,
in a constant peaceful panic.

Placid fear.

Forcing the muscles in our face
to appear relaxed

as they straining tight.

'Cause we're afraid
they'll figure it out.

We don't belong,
'we never did.

Maybe none of us do

'cause we were born
to work a machine

that wasn't build to help us.

Those who we desire to be.

It's pretty dry up there,
ain't it?

Bull says
it's the only clean water

for ten miles or so.

Don't let me stop you,
you drink up.

Let me ask you a question,
slightly off-topic.

Do you think that money
can truly buy happiness?

And I don't just mean hookers
or cars or anything like that.

I mean, true, honest to God,
joy in my heart kinda happiness.

What do you think?

You see,
here's the thing about money,

It only works if the other party
is willing to accept it.

For example,
right now you could offer me

a $1 million for letting you go.

And I wouldn't take it,
'cause what will make me happy

is well not going to jail.

Good and bad,
right and wrong,

ain't no such thing.

We spend our whole lives
searching for meaning

in a meaningless universe.

And we're disappointed
when we find it's not there.

The meaning
ain't something you find...

it's something you make.

I do apologize for this.

Aaah!

Shit.

Boyfriend calling again?

Yeah, but don't worry,
I won't tell him about us.

How far is this place?

Feels like
we're been driving for hours.

Okay, well, I'm sorry

I haven't been
entertaining enough

for you, Sheriff.

Want me to sing you a song?

Maybe recite some Shakespeare
for ya?

Yeah... you know Hamlet?

Oh shoot, no sorry,

I only know his plays
from his early period.

Yeah.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Sheriff's department.

I ain't gonna knock again.

Howdy?

Looking for a fellow
named Monroe.

Seems we got
one of his fingers here.

Was wondering whether
he'd want it back.

Monroe don't live here no more.

Oh, is that right?

Hmm.

Well, who lives here now?

Well, just me.

Huh, no roommates?

No, sir.

Well, you don't happen to know
where Monroe moved out to,

do you?

Oh hell, uh... no, I-- I--

No, no.
No forwarding address? Nothing?

-No, sir.
-Hmm.

What happened?
You have a little falling out?

Well... I don't know
what to tell you, sir.

Well, you just--
you just tell me

what pops into that little
head of yours.

About how long ago
did he move out?

Oh well, uh, uh...

-You got a vehicle?
-Yes, sir.

Where is it at?

My brother has it.

Your brother?

Yes, sir.

Why's your brother have it?

-Does he live here, too?
-Yes, sir.

I thought you said
you didn't have no roommate.

Well, I mean apart from him--

You don't mind
if we look around inside,

-do you?
-Oh, um...

What's your brother up to today?

He's got a job in town?

Maybe I can catch up
with him there.

No, sir.

"No, he ain't got a job",

or "No, sir,
I can't catch up with him"?

He ain't in town.

Oh, where is he?

I don't know.

Well, how do you know
he ain't in town?

Well, I-- well...

Hey, before I get sidetracked...
what's your name, son?

Oh.

It's uh, Tad.

Tad, that your full name?

Theodore.

-Ah, you just go by Tad?
-Yes, sir.

Theodore.

Hmm.

That's pretty nice.

A lot more space
than I'd thought there'd be.

Yeah.

You know my Aunt Maurine,
she got a place just like this,

not as big as this,
but then again,

she don't need it.

Now it's just her
and the iguanas.

God bless
their tiny little souls.

Yeah.

My God... just like your car
back here, Gaboon.

Well... all right,

I guess we'll be getting out
of your hair now.

Are you sure you got no idea
what happened to Monroe?

No, sir.

Well, I guess
he's got nine other fingers.

Hey, if you're ever looking
for a roommate,

I got a friend down.

Astrid, he's looking for a place
just like this.

Yeah, we ain't looking
for roommates.

Oh, right.

Yeah, you said that.

You already got one.

Yeah, my brother.

Who's out at the nature reserve
today?

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

All right, well, I guess
we'll catch him out there.

Thanks for your help.

Hey... you uh,
you find anything back there?

Jar of pills,
smelled like peyote,

minor shit.

And we're not bringing him in?

Bigger fish, Gaboon.

Take a couple of hours
drive back to the station

then back out
to the nature preserve.

Right now, I give two shits
about some kid

trying to take a vision quest.

Okay, so you wanna drive
all the way out there

just to look for
this guy's brother?

You know that nature preserve
is huge, right?

Why don't we just wait for him
to come back?

'Cause whatever that boy
is doing out there,

I'd like to get there
while he's still doing it.

I guarantee
it's much more serious

than a job made of shitty drugs.

What about dumbo in there?
We're just gonna leave him?

Yup.

Hey, princess.

Get inside.

Come on,
I was just flirting.

Hey, fuck you!
You fucking bitch!

Get inside the fucking trailer.

Fuck you,
you fucking cunt.

Open you fucking cunt!

Get me the fuck
out of here.

You fucking bitch!

Fuck you,
you fucking cunt.

When you finally
wake the fuck up

and you realize
the shit you're in,

you're gonna wish you opened
this goddamn fucking door!

Every minute I'm locked in here,
I'm gonna tally up, girl.

And when I get out,
that's how long I'm gonna

keep you alive
while I peel off

your goddamn skin
with a pair of fucking pliers.

That sound good to you?

At least your boyfriend
was quick, huh?

Or was he your husband?

Wanna come get me? Huh?

Princess.

Come fucking get me, cunt.

Let me the fuck out,
you fucking bitch!

You hear me? Fuck!

Hey?

Hey?

You're all right now, darling.

There she is.

This your gun, ma'am?

All right, well,
we're gonna go ahead

and hold onto it then, okay?

Just gonna go to the car,
get some water

and the first aid kit.

Lucky we found you out here,
huh?

Sure you hope you got
a good story to tell us.

Hey, whoa, slow.

It's alright now.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay.

You can trust me.

These-- these will make you feel
a bit better

till we can get you
to the hospital, all right?

Okay, there you go.

Yeah. Save your strength.

We're gonna have a lot
of questions for you.

Okay.

Okay?

How much longer we got?

About 20 minutes.

20 minutes?

That's a long time.

Where the hell are we?

I thought we were going
to Summerhill Clinic.

I told you Summerhill'll
take too long,

we'd have to circle all the way
around Eaton.

Man, this week has been an
ever-escalating shit show.

Yeah.

Reminds me of a case
I had back in '87.

Hadn't heard a peep in weeks

apart from speeding tickets
and whatnot.

And then, I get a phone call,
3:00 in the morning,

double homicide,

right down the street,
couldn't have been a mile--

Not while you're driving.

God forbid anything
ever happened to that thing,

you probably couldn't even
find your way home,

without it telling you
where to go huh, Gaboon?

You know what Gaboon means,
Sheriff?

Can't say I do.

It's a snake.

-Is that right?
-That is right.

Oh yeah, it's that snake
famous for not cleaning its car.

Oh, nice one.

Well, funnily enough,
its actually known

for its camouflage.

Is that right?

That is right.

What happened?

- What's wrong, darlin'?
- You feeling okay?

What's... what did you...

Sweetie, I'm telling you,

you ain't making
a lick of sense.

What did you do to me?

Ain't no need to worry.

That's just the peyote
kicking in.

Just a little insurance policy,

'cause from everything
I heard about you,

you're one tough son of a bitch,
right?

First time I took peyote,
I spent about an hour

trying to arrest
a goddamn cactus.

Boy howdy has Jake got something
planned for you.

What's going on?

Yeah, he's gonna make
a statement with you girl.

A real work of art,
I tell you what.

Where are you taking me?

We're finally ready
to tell the world we're here,

and you're gonna be
our calling card.

Come on.

I ain't gonna ask you again,
darlin'.

Come on.

Goddammit, girl.

Come on.

Come on.

Just like that.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey!

Hey, fucker!

Jake!

Fuck!

Gotta say,
you put up one hell of a fight.

Now, I can't even hate at you.

But this has to end
with one of us dying.

Susan.

You forgot something.

Hey.

I am truly sorry.

Now the trick is
when you see the world

for what it is,
you're no longer welcoming.

You can try to pretend,

but sooner or later,
they'll figure it out

and they'll turn on you.

So if you don't belong
in the world no more,

you'll end up with only
two choices,

escape it or change it.

And it seems I can't escape it.

Because the idea
of defining culture

can be viewed
as a double-edged sword.

It can bring people together
in a celebration

of their similarities.

Or it can tear them apart
out of the fear

of their differences.

And that brings us to what
we're gonna be discussing today.

So, today we're talking about
the methods of execution

used at various times
throughout history.

And more specifically,
why each particular group

chose the method that they did.

And what that says
about who we were

and who we will one day be.

I think most people
tend to see history

as a straight line of evolution.

We were dumb,
now we're smart,

in a hundred years
we'll be smarter.

I tend to see it
as a never-ending spiral.

With each progression,
being the result

of a previous regression
and vice versa.

That's an over-simplification,

but we'll talk
more about that later.

Waldo?

Waldo?

Where's my good boy?

Waldo.

Hey, there.

Would you mind just--
just taking a seat for me?

Please.

Take a seat.

Sit over here.

Over here!

I've been looking for you...
for a while now.

But I suppose
you probably figured I was.

And everyone who ever meant
anything to me is dead.

My brother, my best friend,

the closest thing
I ever had to a pa.

You killed them all, lady.

Do you hear me?

You killed them all.

I don't blame you for doing it.

But I didn't have much
to begin with.

And I sure as hell
ain't got nothing now.

And I am sick of it.

I'm sick as shit.

I'm sick of sleeping
in fucking parks.

I'm sick of begging
for my goddamn food.

I can't remember the last time
someone looked me

in the goddamn eye
and I am fucking sick of it!

I can't do this anymore.

Ooh, I can't do this anymore.

Shut up.

You know what I have to
live with, huh?

Do you?

Every time, I shut my eyes,
I see someone die.

I mean every moment of silence,
I hear screaming in my head.

And all I wanna do
is see my husband again.

-But I can't do that.
-Stop.

'Cause when I close my eyes,
I see him die again and again.

It's all the same,
fucking worse to me, just--

And you think that
I owe you something?

Do owe me!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Pull the trigger.

Just need this to end.

I need this to fucking end.

I don't want you to die.

You're just gonna have to live
with it.

We both are.

But this ends here.

Yeah.

Do you want a drink?