All language subtitles for Restitution FULL MOVIE Thriller Movies Tom Arnold The Midnight Screening

Thank you.

Hey, Jabari, your little sister's car?

You've got to be kidding me.

You want to go?

Want to go?

Let's go.

You ready? You sure?

All righty.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

I'll never do that to you again, I
promise.

Done with that.

Lance Williams.

Ex -football player.

Family of four.

Flip disc in lower back.

Who are you? Who sent you?

Get out of my house! Get out of my
house!

Very nice, mister.

Hey, get back here!

Did I tell you how my brother was shot
in the ass by my grandma for calling him

white trash?

Yes, Jason, you told me that story
yesterday and last week and last month.

Well, can I have a shot of sex on the
beach?

No, you've had enough for the day.

How about a blowjob?

Go home and sleep it off.

I don't like to sleep alone.

What can I get you?

Hello, Heather.

I won't dare ask you for a blowjob, but
I could use a whiskey on the rocks,

please.

You're not from around here, are you?

How do you figure?

Could I have seen you before?

I'm from the north.

Ah. Cow country?

No.

Pelston.

Never heard of it.

Must rock.

Must be the culture cultivated type.

Yes, I am.

I can play the piano and I'm a hell of a
dancer.

Right.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm reading your eyes.

The eyes tell you everything about a
person.

Where I come from, when a woman looks at
a man like that, she's interested.

This ain't Pelston.

Sorry.

Uncultured.

Uncultivated. You're here on business
and you hate your job.

That's it?

You could say that to anybody.

Who doesn't hate their job?

You guys don't lie.

Well, your eyes tell me something.

Like? You want my number.

Why are you here anyway?

What time do you get off?

I don't go out with guys I meet in bars.

I don't go out with guys I meet in bars
either.

Men are pigs.

Tell me about it.

Well, I, Brian, find your eye readings
fascinating.

You want me to fascinate you.

Wow. You read minds too.

Look, Brian, you're not my type.

You don't know what you're missing if I
do you can see the future

I'm a music student at the University of
Michigan.

I just played Nocturne.

Number two in E -flat by Chopin.

Uncultured?

Uncultivated?

You going to behave?

No.

A little spontaneity is good for you.

What would my mother think?

Better her than your father.

I

don't

know my father.

I guess that means he won't come after
me.

You're beautiful.

Don't ruin you.

My mother left my father for another
man.

She moved us away.

And I lost contact with him.

Sorry.

But...

What? You don't have psychological
issues, do you?

I'm just asking.

Are you an investigator?

I guess you could say that.

I'm working on an insurance fraud case.

Exciting stuff.

You want to work on me a little more?

Yes, ma 'am.

I think I have the winning hand.

I doubt that.

Can you beat four of a kind?

You're cheating!

Oh, please.

All right, take a breath.

Go on.

I hear your demands.

All right, that was cheating.

Warrior's scar?

The client hired me.

His wife was cheating.

You slept with her?

Are you going to break my heart?

I thought I was the one with
psychological issues.

You still are.

Miss Thompson?

I mean, ma 'am?

I was wondering if you could help me
change a flat tire.

Are you good with your hands?

Why does everybody hate me?

Your favorite screwdriver.

Are you okay?

What happened?

You know how it is at work, when you
work really hard and someone gives you

finger?

Well, today, I got a big finger.

Yeah, and loud, too.

Let Heather fix the baby.

I'll make it good.

I'll be off soon.

Same place.

I got a surprise for you.

Look, just pay me for services rendered.

I don't understand.

I'm tired of people trying to kill me.

What?

Look at the footage.

Brian, relax.

This is what we pay you to do.

To get shot at?

Drink won't make me stay.

Drink up, my friend.

What the hell are you doing?

Who are you? Who quit you?

Nice, huh?

Yeah.

This will do.

You going to write me a check?

Oh, we're going to do better than that.

You and me, we're going for a ride.

Look, don't get me wrong. I love trips,
but not tonight.

Glad you could join us.

Seems you've had too much to drink.

Look, whoever you are, I know I can hold
my liquor.

I must say it took some time to find
somebody nobody gave a shit about.

That's not true.

My dog Poochie does.

We're gonna throw you off this bridge.

You got the wrong guy.

No.

We got the right...

You're

making a big mistake.

I know people.

No, you don't.

Hey, wanna go?

All right.

Nice, huh?

Asshole.

It's summertime.

This is the only condo available, so
there isn't much to pick from.

Does it come with the furniture?

Yeah, sure, if you want it.

Nice view, huh?

Do you take cash?

It's $10 ,000 a month.

I said, do you take cash?

You betcha.

There you are.

You tricked me.

You're welcome.

Let me help you with this. No, no, no,
no, no. Why?

Because you seem like an ass, and I
don't like asses. I like female asses.

I noticed.

Are you always this angry?

Yeah, but today's your lucky day. I'm
feeling just great.

Oh, cool, so that I should be thankful.

Yeah. Hi.

Do you mind if I... No, no.

Just don't drop it. All right. Whoa!

Wow. This is an awesome crib, especially
for somebody with such a crappy car.

As if it's any of your business, it was
the last rental car available.

Okay, I'll put this right here. Right
there.

Tom Lipnitty.

I know it's a hilarious name. Just call
me Tom. I'm your neighbor. Right behind,

not that wall, but that wall. But if you
knock like this, we'll probably hear it

because we're that close.

And you are?

Alex Forrester.

Alex Forrester.

Well, I'm very glad that you live here
because the last tenants were jerks,

quite frankly. They were always
complaining about the lack of privacy

neighbors. Imagine that. I'm just here
for the summer until I finish my book. I

hear books are on the way out.

You know where the money is?

Reality shows.

Watching the lives of gold -digging
bitches and enraged alcoholics

you.

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

It's awesome.

You seem like a man of intellect, a man
of depth.

Thank you, Alex.

Most people don't get that for some
reason.

Excuse me.

Important business.

But, you know, Alex, where I come from,
friendship trumps business. So I'm going

to ignore this and return later and stay
here and help you.

So I will take care of that. Thank you.
All right. Why don't you just go over

there and just start writing away and
I'll put the rest of this stuff where I

think it should go. No, no, no. I'm
good.

No, don't worry. I got nothing to do.
Seriously, nothing at all.

I'd be happy to help you. That's a
shocker, but I can handle it. I'm sure

have something. No, I don't have
anything, I swear.

How about a shower? No, I did that
yesterday.

In fact, I have some story ideas, but
they all involve gold -digging bitches,

and I know you don't like that right
now. But if you hit a wall with that,

me, because I'm your neighbor right
behind the, you know, we're like this,

we're going to be like this all summer.
I bet. Anyway, I'm just glad to have you

in the hood.

And I wanted to welcome you.

This is how we do it. That's how we
roll. Not too gay, is it? Would have

gay if I had done that, but I wouldn't
do that to you. Anyway, thank you. I'm a

knockaway. Welcome.

Thank you.

And any help you need, like, you know,
with that, I'll be right next door.

Thank you very much. Okay, bye -bye.

Oh, my God.

Can I help you?

Yeah, can you direct me to a Lawson's
Law Office?

The address I have is 15 Main Avenue,
number 2.

That's the upstairs address.

The old owner used to rent it.

How long ago was that?

About six months ago.

Do you happen to know the old owner's
name?

A doctor.

Michael Pinklady.

Pinklady? Uh -huh.

Okay. Thank you.

Dr. Pinclady?

Yeah? I understand you used to practice
medicine at 15 Main Avenue?

That's correct.

Can you tell me where they moved to
Lawson's law office?

Never heard of it.

It used to be on the floor above you.

I really don't know what you're talking
about.

Who are you?

I must be mistaken.

Thank you.

Hey, beautiful.

Did I ever tell you how my brother got
shot in the ass from my grandma for

calling her white trash?

Yes, Jason, many times.

Oh. All right, no more drinks for you
tonight.

Well, I quit.

Oh. Am I talking to Jason or am I
talking to someone else?

Jason, yeah.

No more sex on the beach.

No more blowjobs.

Good for you, Jason. Good for you.

Can I have an orgasm?

Good night, Jason.

Good night, princess.

Watch out for this one.

That was entertaining.

What can I get you?

How about a pomegranate juice, please?

Not one I hear every day.

Look, maybe you can help me.

I'm looking for a Lawson's Law Office.

You speak right across the street from
here.

Ever heard of it?

Why, you need a lawyer?

No, I'm doing research for a book.

What kind of book?

A true crime story about Brian Spikes.

You ever heard of him?

Yeah, I made the headlines after what he
did.

I came in here a few times.

This guy right here, he came in here?

Yeah. What can you tell me about him?

He didn't say much.

Skinny dippers?

Hey.

Take a gander with that, baby.

Technology, man.

Blow your mind.

Ah.

I know my scopes. I was a sharpshooter
in the Marines.

You were in the Marines?

Yeah. But I took early retirement when
my wife passed.

Couldn't do anything after that.

Still managed to put on a few pounds,
which is why I'm on a special six -meal

diet plan right now.

Keeps the metabolism up. All the pro
wrestlers clarify it.

In fact, I'm due for my late -night
snack.

So, you know, if you'd like to join me,
I don't want to be annoying. You are

annoying, but I am hungry, so sure. All
right, man, I'm going to put on some

clone, and we'll be right back. Keep
looking. It's fun.

All right, thank you.

Yeah, I lost my wife to cancer.

You really liked her.

Sorry, Tom.

Yeah, 30 years together and then poof.

She was an acupuncturist. She used to
prick me all the time.

You know, one time she looked at me
passionately and she leaned in and said,

Honey, I need to tell you something.

You have a huge booger right there. It's
making me sick.

That's by Ashley.

How long were you in the Marines?

Hmm. Who knows?

I bet you have some stories, though.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying, man.

We should partner up.

We? Yeah.

Iraq, Afghanistan, you name it. I still
got sand in my ass from those places.

You should write about it.

I don't know the difference between a
verb and a noun, man. And I'm a sucky

speller. I haven't written anything yet,
and I suck at spelling, too. Well, then

we're a doomed partnership.

The sucky speller.

Oh, you know, I was showing my
girlfriend how to put a condom on using

mouth. So there I was with a banana and
a condom in my mouth and

her mouth was... You know this guy?

No.

Get the fuck out of here. Oh.

That was cool.

This is my first book.

Job was getting kind of stressful.

Midlife crisis, I guess.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I had one of those, too.

It sucks.

Especially the soft directions.

I haven't reached that stage yet.

Oh, but you will.

And then all your dreams of being a
sexual dynamo will go right down the

I will keep that in mind.

Mm -hmm. You should.

What did you say you used to do for a
living?

I was an investigator.

I guess that's why I decided to write
about Brian Spikes.

Wow. He is a hell of a story.

I worked with him once.

He was a drunk womanizer. Couldn't keep
a job. But I guess I'm curious to what

made him flip, you know?

Yeah.

Here you go.

Uh -huh.

Thank you.

And juice for you on the house.

And, uh, say, what time is it, by the
way?

8 .35.

Right. Okay.

She does not like me.

You've got a phone number? Are you
kidding me?

I wish I could get girls like that.

I'd have to lose a lot of weight, start
dressing better, work my deltoids.

Maybe you should just be yourself.

That'd be a hell of a lot easier.

You're really great, Alex. You know
that?

Sure.

awesome, man.

Are you the writer?

Everybody works for them.

What do you mean?

I just don't know who's in on it.

In on what?

I'm not following it.

Spikes were set up.

How do you know that?

Mary Thompson was my sister.

She worked at the Youngstown plant.

She was on the cleaning staff.

Tribes?

I told her to tell the police.

Who did she talk to?

An officer, Davis.

He told her not to say anything because
it was under investigation.

A week later, she was laid off.

Police reports said she suffered from
arthritis.

Bullshit.

She was as strong as an ox.

So was Lance, for Christ's sake.

He was an athlete.

How do you know Spikes wasn't involved?

Mary started getting death threats, so I
was staying with her.

That's where I saw Spikes snooping
around her house.

I fired a gun to scare him off.

It worked.

Spikes wasn't capable of murder because
he never came back.

She was 60 years old, my sister.

I shouldn't have told you anything.

What do you mean?

So what made you write a book about a
worthless loser like Spike?

Let's just say that I find psychotic
episodes very interesting.

Psychotic episodes?

Yeah, when somebody totally sane turns
murderously violent.

Well, let's see. He slept with women
that he was hired to watch while he was

alcoholic, and he stole thousands from
his clients.

Yeah, but he wasn't a murderer.

See... I've been in this department 28
years. People like that.

They don't walk around with killer
written on their forehead.

How do you know?

Have a seat.

Smith, give me that bag.

This video was found in Spike's
abandoned car.

It was filled with his fingerprints and
his victim's DNA.

I have to warn you.

It's pretty gruesome.

This is Lance Williams.

He and his family were killed.

Yeah, as you can see, he's a real angel.

It's Ronald Greenberg and his wife. He
broke into their house and flashed their

floats.

This is Mary Thompson.

But the piece of garbage sexually
assaulted her with her gardening tools.

Now this next part is too disgusting to
watch.

That's some pretty hard evidence to
deny, isn't it?

Brian Spikes was a cold -blooded killer.

Why don't you put that in your book?

Can I see the police reports on this?

Yeah, you can get them on the way out.

I'd also like to talk to a Detective
Davis.

Well, unfortunately, he's in Chicago.
Some seminar on drug enforcement.

Can you please have him give me a call?

Yeah, glad to be of help.

Oh! One more thing.

Do you happen to know where a lawson's
law office is?

No. You need a lawyer?

No. Thank you.

I thank you.

I have a granddaughter.

My name's Alex Forrester.

I'm a writer.

I'd like to ask you some questions about
your neighbors.

I don't like to talk to strangers.

This will only take a few seconds.

Okay.

It's kind of rude.

Do you live alone?

Sort of.

as the Denver fans get into it.

Are

you

a surveyor?

I don't even know what that is.

The police report says that you found
the Greenbergs.

Are they there yet?

Would it be okay?

When did you last see them?

That morning.

They took the boat out skiing.

Did you see them come back?

No.

And did you see Brian Spikes there?

The day before.

He was being around with a camera.

You're not going to tell anyone, are
you?

No.

I'll use you as a confidential source.

Thank you, though.

One more question.

What did Mr.

Greenberg do for a living?

He was a lawyer.

Worked out of his house.

Lance Williams was his client.

Thank you.

Mr. Youngstown.

Not so close.

I'll tell you, I got it.

I'm a writer.

I know who you are, Mr.

Forreston. I'm in a hurry. I'd like to
ask you some questions about the

employees you lost in that murder. No
comment.

Nothing at all.

This is Heather.

Hey, Heather, it's Alex.

I need you to set up a meeting with that
guy I met the other day.

Listen, I can't get a hold of him. He
hasn't been into the bar and his phone

just goes to voicemail.

What are you not telling me?

You know, why should I trust you?

Have I given you a reason not to?

I knew Brian a lot more than I let on.

I liked

him a

lot.

He said that he was following people
involved in insurance fraud.

And I saw him the night of the murders.

He looked worried.

I just can't believe that he killed
those people.

All the evidence points at him, Heather.

He gave me

this.

Why did this happen?

I'm trying to figure that out.

And profits soar.

Profits go up.

And the company has record profits.

His son John takes over.

Son takes over.

Profits soar.

Profits go up.

His son takes over.

And the company has record profits.

George Youngstown retires. His father
retires.

His son John takes over.

And the company has record profits.

When you grow up, you're going to have
one just like her.

It's been a growing account.

We need

to get back into the business market.

Pop, we tried that a couple years ago
and almost sank the company.

The timing was wrong.

If you learn nothing from me over the
years, you should know it's all about

feeding the right markets.

Sir, if you'll allow me... Who the fuck
are you?

That's me, you little snot.

You poor little brat. You think this is
all about you.

This is my company.

I built it. My hands.

35 years.

I'll be damned if I'm going to sit back
and watch you run it up on the rock.

Have you seen the numbers lately? We're
fine.

Clearly, there's something bothering
you. Why don't you go ahead and get that

off your chest?

I'll tell you what's bothering me.

There's a grave being dug.

A big grave.

Big enough for every single one of you
buttheads.

Because there is a man who is writing
about the dead employees.

Now that sounds bad for business,
doesn't it?

In fact, that is the kind of publicity
that could bury us.

So I can't wait to hear how you
dickheads are planning to dig us out of

shit pile.

Pop, listen to me.

Let me handle this, okay?

The heat's going to die down.

Everything will get back to normal.

Normal, you think?

Listen to me.

The economies of scale may have given us
some trouble in the past. I will be

damned if I'm going to let that happen
again.

Looks like somebody wants you dead, man.

Here we go.

So how do you like your wiener?

Not too brown and not from the ground,
please.

I like mine burnt, with or without dirt.

You really should try and be more
healthy.

I know. I got me one of them yoga tapes,
but I can only make it halfway through.

Those women are so sexy.

You can borrow it sometime if you want
to.

No, thanks.

Whoa! Whoa.

You all right? Yeah, it's all part of
the thing.

How's the writing going?

Lots of spelling errors.

You know what? I heard about this new
thing called Spellcheck.

You should try it.

I'll look into that.

Hey, what do you remember about the
Spikes murders?

Not much.

It's what was in the papers. I mean,
that's all everybody talked about for a

long time.

Until they found the body.

Body? Yeah, Spike's body.

That is weird. I mean his murders made
headlines, but his body didn't It's

crazy. That is interesting

See, that weekend, the girlfriend and I
were out.

It didn't go very well.

The wife didn't like it.

Right.

So you didn't do the autopsy?

No. The police were in a hurry.

They had a local doctor do it.

Wow.

Can I see the file on Mary Thompson?

I digs me a lot of grave all day long. I
can't be sure where every single one

is.

I'll try and find it for you.

Got to be around here.

Right here.

I'd like to see the body.

I don't think I can do that.

Sure you can.

All right, why not?

It's not normal for one, and for two,
the thought of it and the smell creeps

out.

I understand Will this help?

I'll get the shovel

I got something.

I ain't touching that.

Be careful.

The stench will knock you over.

It doesn't smell so bad now, does it?

I really can't talk to you. How can you
sign an autopsy report when there's no

body for Brian Spikes?

I want a name.

Give me a name.

I really don't do house calls anymore.

Try this until you can see a practicing
doctor.

I hope this helps.

It will.

Thank you.

Tom?

Hey, I'm sorry.

My wife, Ashley, after we made love, she
would hum this

little tune.

It's the sweetest thing I ever heard.

She would just keep on humming until she
drifted off to sleep.

Then in the middle of the night,

Press your little body against mine.

It's all about me.

It's the best thing that ever happened
to me, Alex.

You know, I just ask myself every day, I
mean, who's going to love me

like that?

Who's going to take care of me the way
that she did?

I understand, Tom.

Yeah.

Alex, you don't have a box of Kleenex on
you, do you?

No, not on me.

Okay.

Maybe when I get back, we can go get a
drink.

Talk about being sexual dynamos.

That'd be real nice, Alex.

Thank you.

On your knees.

You've been asking too many questions.

You know, a simple thanks would be nice.

Thanks.

Well, that was simple.

I thought you couldn't hit anything.

What? I don't know what happened. I
panicked. I'm sorry.

You didn't call the police?

No, I couldn't find my cell phone.

But we've got to go down there right now
and explain the whole story.

No. I know a guy in the FBI.

He'll help us out.

Not yet.

The police have no clue you did this.
The bullet's a clue.

And I think those two dead bodies might
be a pretty good clue, too. We'll tell

them later.

Okay. All right.

We'll tell them later.

But for right now, since our...

Relationship suddenly got so real.

Tell me exactly what the hell is going
on here.

Sure.

I was supposed to meet a Dr. Pink Lady.

Pink Lady.

Yeah, Pink Lady. I miss the days when I
was the weird neighbor and you were the

smart one. He said people were following
him.

What people, Alex?

Had I known that, Tom, I wouldn't have
gone out there, now would I? Give me

gun. Why?

It's the police come looking for it.
Tell them I stole it from you.

Explain that to me. If they trace the
gun, I want them to trace it to me, not

you. Okay. Give me the gun.

I can't do that.

When we shared that non -gay man hug in
the hall the first day we met, that was

my vow of friendship. An unconditional
bond that I will always, no matter what,

have your back.

Which, now that I say it, sounds gayer
than the hug.

But I think you know what I mean. If you
don't give me that gun, I'm going to

tell Heather about your soft erections.

Oh, my God!

You're going to soft erections?

I never thought you'd go there, man.

There's no such thing. It's an oxymoron,
like military intelligence.

Those are your words, Tom. They don't
make sense, remember?

I'm crazy.

I'm the weird one.

But I'll make you this deal. On the one
and a million chance that you still are

the smart one, I'll give you my rifle,
they're called, by the way. Here.

But I want you to know something.

If you screw this up and we both end up
in prison, we are through.

We are broke up. There's no more Alex
and Tom.

All right?

It's over, by the way. Fine.

Okay. Now give me a goddamn drink.

I don't have alcohol.

Then give me my gun back.

I'm going down to the liquor store.

Should I be worried about my life, too?

Not as long as I'm alive.

Everybody you've met ends up dead.

Yeah, it's not very promising, is it?

I've got to clean up.

You into music?

Not so much anymore.

You have a woman back home?

I used to.

But I left her.

Save her from pain and suffering?

The sun would rise and set with her, but
there were things I needed to do.

There's a dark side to you, isn't there?

Yeah.

Detective Davis here.

Investigator for the Spikes case?

I've been waiting for your call.

We can work together to blow this case
open.

Sunflower Road, 232.

Got it.

Spikes was innocent.

Who was that?

I have to go. Are you going to be okay?

Not sure.

I'm at the club so close.

I'll meet you when you get off.

To protect me?

Don't leave without me.

Hello.

Hey,

that's my girl!

Money must be good in police work.

Real estate.

It's a hobby of mine.

Scotch? I don't drink.

That's what they all say.

It's from Ireland.

Real rare stuff.

Have a seat.

I know who killed him.

I want names.

Look.

Before I tell you anything, are you
working with anyone else?

You don't know who to trust.

You might talk to somebody who works for
them, which would lead to me, and that

would blow this whole operation.

Is this under investigation?

Always.

At least until we find the leak.

There's no record.

of an Alex Forrester with the DMV.

Care to explain?

Why did you kill Brian Spikes?

It was never about Spikes.

We just needed a loser to pin the
murders on.

There is something I know that you
don't.

A smart detective would have checked me
for a gun.

You'll find you.

Who gave the order to kill Spikes?

Who are you?

I'm a writer I'm writing a book

Yeah.

We got the girl.

Is she alive?

Not for long.

Boss wants you to bring the writer's
body.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, I'm glad you're here. Are you
looking for that?

Yeah.

Where'd you find it? On the guy who just
tried to kill me.

What?

Someone broke into my apartment a couple
days ago, and I think... That's

convenient. I swear!

You set me up. I would never do that to
you, Alex!

Use it.

What? No!

Use it!

No!

Alex, you're my only friend!

We're family!

I don't know if trust anymore.

You could trust me.

Heather's in trouble.

What? I thought I could count on you.

You can.

This is what they were looking for.

If you're one of them, I guess we're
going to find out.

You'll know where to find me.

You'll know where to find me.

Jesus Christ.

Good morning, George.

The hell are you doing in my house?

Where's your son?

What's taking him so long?

I'm not the loquacious type, so I hope
you don't find me disconcerting when I

say you're about to die.

Water. Yeah.

Women are more fun to kill, aren't they?

You can do more with them.

I'm gonna be...

Spreading those nice legs of yours.

I have been waiting a long time to touch
you.

How was that?

Call David now.

Answer it!

Hello?

That's Davis' phone.

Looks like the idiot neighbor's not so
dumb after all.

Untie her.

The mania of vendetta.

Mr. Forrester, I presume.

You're one rude but dedicated writer.

Let's just say that the subject matter
is kind of personal to me.

You set up Brian Spikes to cover your
murders.

You're nothing but a two -bit drug pimp.

Come on.

You wouldn't want my life?

All the power and money?

Spare me. What good is all this from a
cell block?

You deserve to die a slow death like
your friend.

Your silent alarm went off.

It certainly did.

We have a trespass.

Your gun.

Go!

Say goodbye, asshole.

I don't like being called asshole.

I could have made you more money than
you ever could have spent. This isn't

about money. Than you ever could have
spent in your life. I want my friend

You're pathetic.

Come on.

Come on.

Things I do for love.

You're finished.

Second time you saved my life.

Under different circumstances, I give
you a hug.

High five.

Thanks.

You know, that is the third dude I
whacked for you this week.

Can't wait until next week.

Yeah, me neither.

Does it hurt?

A little bit.

Yeah, first one always does, but it gets
easier. You've been shot?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, a few times.

Yeah. So, I don't know about you, but
I'm kind of hungry.

I was thinking maybe we should stop by
this burger joint on the way home.

And you probably shouldn't stay in your
place. It's all messed up. Stay at mine.

I'll do the couch. That way I keep an
eye on you. My place is right next door.

All right, I'll stay there.

Whatever. You know, think about probably
getting away this weekend, renting a

camper. Going up north, there was
fishing, so, you know, you've been

lot. If I'm not out of the hospital,
maybe.

Yeah, I guess we can stay at the
hospital, too, whatever.

They have pretty good food there, too.
You know, whatever.

Whatever you want, I'm there for you.

Yeah, good times.

Hey, what's up?

I was hoping you'd still be here.

But I thought they killed him.

changed my look, got into shape,

learned how to defend myself,

became focused.

and your death experience changes a man.

Give me a break.

He came back for you.

Alex!

I just gotta say, man, thank you for
helping me get on with my life.

Well, you're welcome.

I actually would have wanted that.

And Heather, uh...

There's a lot of rumors going around
about soft erections. Don't believe

And now that I'm back on the market, a
catch like me is not going to last long.

So if you want to make your move, now
would be the time.

All right, you've made your move.

Okay, okay.

Alex,

how could you give all this up?

Yeah, it's starting to grow on me.

I think we got ourselves an ending.

Yeah, I believe we do.

You're not going to leave me again, are
you?

The sun will rise and set with you.