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♪ Hear the Lord Until I die ♪

Yeah, see you later, man.

And voices raised in spirited song.

And you know you can sing in tune...

...or be as perfect in harmony as you can be.

But if you're lacking the spirit inside...

It don't mean nothin'.

No, it don't mean nothin',

for it's the spirit...

that the Lord loves.

Not the harmony.

Not whether or not you're singin' in tune.

The Lord, He has more choirs of angel at His beck and call

than you got folks in Harlem.

And if there's one thing that we are not lacking here today,

it's an abundance of folks.

Amen.

But, ah, the spirit.

That's what's always lackin' in today's world.

And that's what you all got

and have shared with all of us here today

in that song.

- The spirit! - Yeah!

- Amen. - Amen.

And speaking...

...of the spirit.

Not now!

Let us share a moment of silence

for our dear Brother Hampton,

whose spirit left us last week.

This is not the time!

He shoved me against you!

That won't work!

This is between us warriors.

It's all right, brother!

No, don't bring civilians into it.

He grabbed me from behind.

Nobody grabbed you.

Nobody.

He grabbed me from behind when I wasn't lookin'.

It was like Pearl Harbor, sneak attack.

Nobody grabbed you.

Ten years this has been going on.

Ten years wrestling with a demon.

If a demon grabbed you from behind...

- What would you do? - Nothing!

There is no such thing as a demon.

And if there were,

he wouldn't wrestle a Jamaican immigrant.

He'd wrestle an American citizen.

You know what we're gonna do with you, Fish?

Shock treatment.

Better.

- Group therapy. - Even better.

Drugs, sedatives, pills, tapioca puddin'.

You'll never get it.

I ain't gonna be bussed to no unisex baseball game.

We're gonna deinstitutionalize you.

The President and the Congress of the United States

just did what psychiatry couldn't do.

They cured you!

Would you keep this for me?

Thanks very much.

Thank you.

Bye-bye.

C-c-can't you see this seat is taken?

Sorry.

Shh!

♪ Butterfly ♪

Liar, you didn't write this for me.

But I wish you had.

♪ Butterfly ♪

Shh!

♪ Butterfly ♪

Are you sure you want to go through with this, huh?

Suppose they want a blood test?

Or, hey, suppose they think you're marrying me

just so you can get your green card.

She's getting up.

She's coming this way.

- She's not gonna come in. - Get the key.

- Coming. - Lock the door!

Oh, come on, you go first.

- Get the key. - She's coming. Come on.

I'll get the door.

Come on then.

Come on.

♪ Was I struck By a moonbeam ♪

♪ Or stuck in a daydream ♪

We want to get married.

We're tired of living in sin.

I see. Um, um...

Excuse me, Ms., uh...

Everybody calls me Poinsettia,

but my real name is Flower,

Flower Cummings.

All right, can you please, uh.

Uh, excuse me.

Get my gun.

♪ It's got to be real 'Cause the way that I feel ♪

Well, you've come to the right place for marrying.

That's our main business.

We do burying too,

but, well,

that business is dead nowadays,

what, with Medicare and organ transplants.

Uh...

What's the name of the groom?

This is Giacomo Puccini.

Two Cs in Puccini.

♪ Yes I'm crazy in love ♪

Which gun?

The Mauser or the Uzi?

The Mauser is for deer, the Uzi is for people.

Does she look like a stinkin' deer?

Um, I left something outside.

We'll be right back.

Come on.

What brings you to L.A.?

Oh, uh, City of Angels gonna give me advantage

over me demon.

Now, if I may remind you,

my name is Mrs. Muldroone,

and that is M-U-L-D-R-O-O-N-E.

And I insist on that final "E."

If there's one thing I hate, it's to have my name misspelled.

You can rob me blind,

you can spread poisonous gossip

about my name all over town,

and eventually I will forgive you.

But if you misspell my name,

that I cannot forgive.

What is your name again?

My given name is Obadiah Johnson,

but...

my real name is Fish.

Fish?

Hm.

How do you spell that?

F-I-S-H.

- No "E"? - No, ma'am.

Oh.

Now, I mind my own business,

you mind your own business.

I don't bother you and you don't bother me.

I collect the rent

and you pay the rent.

And we live happily until you move or one of us dies.

Well... here we are.

It's plain, but comfortable.

And with a brand-new carpet.

Mr. Fish.

Do you have any insidious vices or peculiar habits

I should know about?

No, ma'am.

Any hobbies?

Yes, ma'am.

I wrassle.

Really?

At your age?

That's why I got to train hard.

Sit-ups every mornin', pray every evenin'.

No smokin', no drinkin'.

No womanizin'.

No junk bonds or bear market.

Just basic down-to-earth livin'.

Why, that certainly sounds like a vigorous life.

I'll take the apartment, ma'am.

And I promise you, so help me God,

as long as I draw breath in this body,

I ain't ever gonna leave out the "E" in your name.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Fish.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

One day, you're gonna kill me,

and I'll die a happy woman.

Oh, Puccini, if only we could be married.

We would have a perfect life.

If only we could be married.

- Far out. - It's cool. Solid.

The groom is here.

I know he's there,

and--and Cathy knows he's there.

I definitely do.

Paul Verlaine, the French poet,

was my lover in college.

The law says that in order for a marriage

to be performed legally,

the groom must be corporeal

and visible to the naked eye.

Things just haven't been right on planet Earth

since Richard Nixon was elected President.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, Puccini!

No one understands us.

They never will.

No, just stop.

No.

You go there.

I can't live in sin anymore.

I'll go to hell,

and at my age, I couldn't stand it.

We gotta break up.

It's no use arguing, Puccini.

Nobody will marry us.

This is it.

I'm gonna be lonely again.

Hello?

Hello?

I wanna buy a ticket to Los Angeles!

Oh, God.

♪ Day-o, day-o ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Day, me say day Me say day, me say day ♪

♪ Me say day, me say day-o ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Work all night On a drink of rum ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Stack banana 'Til de mornin' come ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Come, mister tally man Tally me banana ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Come, mister tally man Tally me banana ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Lift six hand, seven hand Eight hand bunch ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Lift six hand, seven hand Eight hand bunch ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

Hm.

♪ Me say day-o ♪

No.

I don't think so.

♪ Day, me say day Me say day, me say day ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ A beautiful bunch O' ripe banana ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Lift six hand Seven hand, eight hand bunch ♪

♪ Day-o, day-o ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

♪ Day, me say day Me say day, me say day ♪

♪ Me say day, me say day-o ♪

♪ Daylight come And me wan' go home ♪

Thank you.

Here. Here I'll take that, all right?

Can you--

Put it down, okay?

It's mine. Thank you.

Shit.

Hey, excuse me, can you hold that for me, please?

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

You can rob me blind,

you can spread poisonous gossip

about my name all over town,

and eventually I'll forgive you.

But if you misspell my name,

that I cannot forgive.

What is your name again?

Oh, uh, Flower Cummings.

Everybody calls me Poinsettia.

Paying my rent in cash.

It'd be just like me to get thrown out of my building

'cause I left a lousy final "E" off my landlady's name.

All right.

I suppose I could remind you at the end of every month.

I'm starting all over again in life.

My sweetheart is dead.

I'm all alone in this world,

all that on my head already.

I couldn't take on another "E."

Well, all right, dearie.

You know, I'm a widow too.

When Mr. Muldroone died,

I didn't laugh an entire year.

I'm never laughing again as long as I live.

Oh...

Well, if you insist.

Now, Poinsettia,

I am a Hollywood person.

I mind my own business,

you mind your own business.

We live happily

until you move or one of us dies.

Wait a moment.

Um, Poinsettia,

do you have any insidious vices that I should know about?

Oh, no, no, Mrs. Muldroone.

No peculiar habits?

Opera.

I love Puccini.

Puccini loves me.

I sing to him sometimes, like this.

Isn't it lovely?

Puccini said he wrote it for me,

but he lied.

My, well, I...

I suppose no harm done.

As long as you keep the door closed.

I'll take the apartment.

I need a place to sleep.

Oh...

Oh, my dear God in bountiful heaven,

have mercy.

Damn.

Foul blow.

That move is not in the rulebook, you dirty dog.

And next time, fight fair.

Mr. Fish?

Are you all right in there?

Yes, ma'am, fine, thank you.

Well, then what was that dreadful noise?

I was wrassling, ma'am.

Oh.

Of course.

Did you win?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, thank goodness.

I gotta get out of here.

♪ What happened To the time ♪

♪ That love was ours ♪

♪ Beneath the stars ♪

Oh, excuse me, I thought you were someone else.

I used to be.

♪ What happened ♪

Oh.

Ma'am.

You can't sleep here.

Ma'am.

You gotta wake up.

Come on, ma'am.

Wake up!

There's dirt on the floor and nasty footprints.

And Lord alone knows

what other unearthly garbage and filth.

You can't lie your head on the dirty carpet.

You're likely to get tapeworm.

At your age,

why ain't you dead?

Damn.

What'd you do to me?

Good morning!

How'd I get here?

I found you in the hallway sleeping.

Did you rape me, you criminal?

Ma'am, at my age,

I couldn't rape the Queen of Sheba

without her full cooperation.

Oh, God.

Don't feel so good.

Lie back down.

You shouldn't be jumping up and down the sofa.

You drank too much, now you're paying the price.

Oh, God, my head.

Not now.

Can't you see I got company?

What's the matter?

Ah, nothin', ma'am.

I'm just exercisin'.

I-I made you some coffee.

Get off of me.

I'm entertaining.

What the hell's going on?

That does it.

Don't care who looking.

You ain't gettin' away

with no rabbit punch.

Jesus, what the hell do you think you're doin'?

He rabbit punched me in the back of the neck.

That's where a medulla oblongata is,

right there, in the back of the neck.

You can kill a man punching his medulla oblongata.

I'm sorry, ma'am,

you had to see me do that.

Oh, God.

I'm gettin' old.

A referee is what I need.

Want some coffee?

Give me my purse and let me out of here, you fruitcake,

or there'll be plenty trouble.

Certainly, ma'am.

I'm sorry I upset you.

I was exercisin'.

Loony bin!

Good day, ma'am.

Oh.

Mrs. Muldroone, I gotta talk to you.

Well, of course, Poinsettia.

Isn't this a divine day?

Mrs. Muldroone, you got me living next door to a nut.

I went out last night

and I had a little too much to drink.

Okay, so I passed out in the hallway,

but... this Black man living across the hall,

he takes me into his apartment,

and I woke up on his sofa.

I suppose you're wonderin' why I'm waterin' this weed.

No, the Black guy is a loony is what I'm trying to tell you.

He started wrestling.

What an imaginative way to exercise.

No, he's not exercising, no,

he's wrestling somebody who wasn't there.

You got a fruitcake living in this building.

Would you like to hear the story of this weed?

You don't care, do you, Mrs. Muldroone?

All right, don't blame me if we both wake up one morning

murdered in our own beds.

Good morning, ma'am.

Mr. Fish.

Mr. Fish, could I speak with you for a moment, please?

Here, come in.

I'll make us some tea.

I started the wrassling 10 year ago.

I was wasting away with no work to do.

My wife was dead.

All my friends were dead or bowling in a league.

I had no children.

And one morning, I wake up,

and I say to myself,

"What use are you to Mother Earth?

You don't even give off oxygen like a tree."

So, I went for a walk and right away,

I spot this demon crawling along the hallway floor,

trying to peep up the dress of this lady from Mexico

who lived next door.

And I say to myself,

"'Tain't right for that demon to be peeping up a lady's dress

just 'cause she can't see him."

Well, that was very civic-minded of you, Mr. Fish.

Thank you, ma'am.

So, I run over and haul the demon off the floor.

And I said to him,

"You can't be peeping up this lady's dress.

Ain't nice to do such a nasty thing."

He took exception and grabbed me in a head hold,

and we started to wrassle.

The lady screamed and called the police.

And the police came and took me to a home

and locked me up, and they gave me pills

and group therapy and tapioca pudding

for three times a week for 10 years.

But that demon kept coming back.

Tell me, Mr. Fish,

how did you know that the person you saw

looking up her dress was a demon?

Because an angel wouldn't do such a nasty thing.

Oh... of course.

Mr. Fish?

Mr. Fish, did you win?

Yes, ma'am!

Good!

A string of victories.

What ya doing?

Playing solitaire.

- Some tea? - Mm.

Hollywood's boring if you're not a fruitcake

or a movie star.

You know, ma'am,

you're a decent, good-looking, law-abiding white woman.

You shouldn't be drinking so much.

Really think I'm good-lookin'?

A handsome woman if ever there was one.

But... little on the mauger side.

Haven't combed my hair and makeup is not...

Mauger? What's mauger?

Where I come from, "mauger" is what we call a thin woman

who could use a little more chunk.

We admire chunky women.

Forget it, chunk, I'll stick with mauger.

Where do you come from anyway?

Jamaica.

Do you play rummy?

I certainly do.

Want to play some rummy?

Make a little point to keep it interesting?

I don't gamble money.

No, it's not really gambling.

See, no, it's just a way of keeping score, you know,

who's ahead and who's behind.

It's like the stock market.

Here, I'll, uh, freshen up.

Be right back.

I'm hot today.

"Hot" is not the word.

Mm, well, let's see how much, minus... 75.

You owe me now 20 bucks even.

Well, want another?

That's the fourth game you won.

You got the guzu on me.

Guzu, what's that?

That's Jamaican.

It means you give me bad luck.

♪ And when I reached Jamaica ♪

♪ I made a stop ♪

♪ But I'm sad to say I'm on my way ♪

♪ Won't be back For many a day ♪

♪ My heart is down My head is turning around ♪

♪ I had to leave A little girl ♪

Oh, I'm hot today.

God, it makes me feel good.

Winning does that to me, you know.

Makes the smog smell fresh and clean.

Raas.

What's that mean?

You're making me cuss.

You cuss. I'm hot.

♪ When tides at ease On the evening breeze ♪

♪ And the scarlet moon Starts its gentle rise ♪

♪ The drowsy whale Spouts a misty trail ♪

♪ And the stars gather slowly In the skies ♪

♪ These are the times When I know ♪

♪ How alone one can be ♪

♪ And I long ♪

Can I go to your bathroom, please?

Of course.

♪ Tell you I wish you were here ♪

♪ Many nights I sit here ♪

♪ Thinking of The days I spent ♪

♪ With the girl I still adore ♪

♪ I'm goin' back to see her Before my days are done ♪

♪ Goin' back to see her ♪

♪ In the land Of the sea and sun ♪

I'll count it up in a minute.

Night.

You're making me hair turn white.

A little white will do you good.

Uh, $1,650.25.

Oh my God, this is absolutely wonderful.

Ah!

Oh, shit, you're getting weird on me again.

I told you before not to sneak up on me.

Who you talking to, who you pointing at?

Ah!

Ooh!

Did you see that?

Will you be referee this bout for me, ma'am?

Anything you say goes.

You hear that?

- What she say goes! - Referee what?

This is gonna be a fair and square wrassling match.

Referee, are you ready?

Ready for what, you weirdo?

Ready for what?

You want to play cards again,

you've got to help me with this, ma'am.

Well, oh, okay.

Um...

What are you talking about?

Who and what are you fighting?

A demon.

Oh, hell, I'm getting out of here.

No, Poinsettia.

You got to help me.

He's been crotch-kicking me and my testicles

can't take that licking anymore.

All right, okay.

Uh, where is he?

Over there, ma'am.

Use your eyes.

I am, believe me.

Oh, okay, um, no fighting, no gouging, no crotch-kicking.

Um, and what I say goes and, um, are you ready, Fish?

- Oh, I'm ready. - What's his name?

- Hank. - Hank?

Hank? Who ever heard of a demon named Hank?

Poinsettia, that's his name, all right.

- Let's get down to business. - Fruitcake.

All right, ready, Hank?

Awful! Awful! Get off of him, creep!

Ah!

You saw that!

I'm glad you saw that.

Thank you, Referee.

Okay, all right, come on, keep it clean.

Fight, and then we can play cards.

You okay, Fish?

Aye, ma'am, okay.

Hell will always be inferior, even to Las Vegas.

They just don't play fair down there.

Oh, I'm fine.

Ready to play cards.

Lose money.

Run up the stock market score.

Where were we?

You fighting that demon.

Our landlady watering a weed.

You people need me bad, if only 'cause I'm sane.

This is the weirdest place I ever lived in my life.

Poinsettia?

Want to go for a walk?

Take in some night air?

Can't.

I'm too blue.

You want me to come sit with you

until you're feeling better?

Would ya?

I'm scared to be alone when I'm sad.

What would you say if I told you I had a lover?

What would you say if I told you

that we lived together three years?

Would you laugh at me?

I'd never laugh at you, Poinsettia.

Yeah, you would. Go on, go ahead, laugh.

No, I ain't laughing, no siree.

Nothin' funny about this at all.

He used to make love to me.

Twice a week.

And I enjoyed it too.

At my age? Laugh.

I ain't laughin'.

No use trying to make me.

You know, we tried to get married,

but no minister would marry us.

Laugh.

Poinsettia, this is no laughing matter.

This is very sad.

He was gentle to me.

He respected me.

He thought I was a lady.

He wanted my mauger body, but he admired my brains.

Go and laugh.

I admire your brains, too, Poinsettia.

His name was Giacomo Puccini

and was a famous Italian composer.

And he's been dead since 1924! Laugh!

Anybody sensible knows there's a difference

between dead and gone and dead and come back.

Fish, would you laugh?

Just tell me that I'm a used-up, lonely old woman

and my loneliness has made me crazy. Laugh.

I'd die before I laugh at anybody's loneliness.

Loneliness ain't no laughing matter.

Fish, I abandoned my sweetheart in San Francisco.

Now my heart is breaking.

Well...

There's only one thing for me to do.

I'm gonna make you a Jamaican dinner.

Mm?

Oh.

You won't laugh.

I can't cry anymore.

Might as well eat.

It's wonderful.

What is it?

Curried goat.

Jamaican specialty.

Goat? I'm eating goat?

Chewing goat in my mouth?

There's goat in my belly?

You just said it was wonderful.

Goat, though.

It's not a kid goat, is it?

Oh, no, ma'am.

He was an old goat.

Ready to drop dead any day from heart trouble.

The butcher say he hobbled up on crutches and said,

"Send me across the River Jordan."

It is wonderful.

The goat's happy.

The butcher's happy.

We're happy.

Now that's ecology for you.

An Andean for a day.

What did you do for a living, Fish?

Clean the bus station, New York.

Oh, yeah?

You like that kind of work?

It gave me use.

A man's got to have use to live.

When I was a boy, there was an old madman

in our village called Train Counter.

He'd do nothin' all day long

but sit in a bush and count trains.

Those days, there was only two trains running,

but that was plenty for him

because he was bad at arithmetic.

The government shut the rail down,

put him out of use.

He just withered away and died from lack of use.

A man's heart has got to have a reason to pump,

even if it's down to counting two trains a day.

So what use do you have now you don't clean

a bus station anymore?

What use do I have now?

Use your head, woman!

I wrassle a demon.

If you think it's easy to throw a full-grown,

well-fed, all-American demon out a two-story window,

you ought to try it sometime.

Yeah, sorry, I forgot.

If it weren't for me, the demon would walk through our building,

use the toilet, peep under your dress,

but he can't because of me.

Well...

What reason does my heart have to pump?

What's my use?

You're my referee.

Thanks to me, you got plenty use.

No need for downsizing or a merger

or early retirement.

You're just about the weirdest man

in the whole damn world.

Poinsettia, I...

I see you went shopping.

Oh, yes.

Poinsettia...

It is time for me to stop being inexplicable.

Inexplicable, Mrs. Muldroone?

About the weed.

You see, Mr. Muldroone had a special hatred for that weed,

I clearly remember the day he first saw the weed.

Oh, he came flying out of that house

with a trowel and he dug it up.

The way he went on about digging up that weed,

you'd think he'd bagged a moose.

Sure it's a great story, Mrs. Muldroone, but Fish is...

No matter what steps Mr. Muldroone took,

that weed just kept coming back.

And Mr. Muldroone got so frustrated,

he had a heart attack and he died

right where you're standing.

Mm-hm.

You know, it was a fair fight to the finish,

but the weed won.

So, you see, Poinsettia,

under the circumstances,

I had no choice but to water the winner.

I'm sure it makes sense, Mrs. Muldroone,

but I've got to go, Mrs. Muldroone.

Poinsettia?

Will you tell Fish I'm sorry for having been inexplicable?

Thank you.

Eight thou--

So far, you owe me $8,900.

That's stock market money, remember?

You said so yourself.

So, I thought I'd give you a way to work it off.

What I got to do to work off $9,000

from a lucky white woman?

Take her to the park.

The park?

I'll be five minutes.

Be careful, Fish, I can't swim.

Jamaicans say a man born to hang can't drown.

Well, how do I know I wasn't born to drown?

You can't, but no sense to worry about it.

Maybe you worry about the wrong thing?

Not gonna make me feel better,

it doesn't.

Steer this thing, steer it, come on.

God.

These legs may be mauger, but watch 'em go.

Oh!

Boy.

Oh, come on.

You so tired.

Breathing all that fresh park air

makes me feel drunk.

You'll feel okay once you spend the night

breathing stale indoor air.

I'm sorry, I fell to sleep.

Oh, this is a wonderful ending to a wonderful day.

I haven't been tucked in since I was a little girl.

Thanks, Fish.

Oh.

You know, in South Africa,

they used to put a white woman on bread and water for a year

for kissing a Black man.

Piss on South Africa.

Lord have mercy, woman.

I got to sing you a non-violent lullaby

that my daddy taught me.

♪ Rock-a-bye, baby In the treetop ♪

♪ When the wind blow The cradle will rock ♪

♪ When the bough break The cradle will fall ♪

♪ But baby can't drop 'Cause she got a parachute ♪

Poinsettia, come quick!

Who the hell is it?

Demon's back! Poinsettia!

Poinsettia, come!

What?

Poinsettia, you've got to come quick.

I need a referee.

Come here quick now.

He's wearing boots.

Make him take off those soccer boots.

He's out to kick my testicles to kingdom come.

All right, you take those boots off

and put them on the floor there.

Not the rug.

Has he got 'em off?

Of course.

You the referee.

What you say goes.

Your word is law.

Well, okay, so what I say is fight.

Okay, no gouging.

Hey, watch where you stick that finger.

Okay.

Hell must be...

as perverted as Hollywood

for the wrassler to want to do something so nasty.

You okay, Fish?

He's getting heavier.

Must be eating greasy food.

Get his boots and throw them out the window for me.

I ain't been training hard enough.

I've got to work out harder

now that he's discovered greasy hamburgers.

You did plenty good, Fish, plenty good.

Oh, oh, wait.

♪ Someone else in my horizon ♪

Oh, Jesus, this is awful.

No, it's not.

It's got, uh, it's got a distinctive flavor.

No, no, ma'am, no, don't do that.

Watch me swallow it.

Oh, Fish?

You choking?

Oh my God, oh, Fish!

Oh my God.

Potent, Poinsettia, potent.

Oh, stop that, you!

I worked very hard cooking that!

I don't know if it works anymore.

It's been so long.

Don't worry.

I can make it work.

I don't know if I remember what to do.

I remember.

It's been so long.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, it's working.

Oh God, is it working.

Oh! Oh my God.

You should give credit where credit's due.

I always wanted to have babies,

but my man beat me.

Broke me up inside.

So I was barren.

I'd run away, but then he'd find me

and he'd beat me up again.

Seems like everybody I ever loved beat me up.

Except Puccini.

Well, he was always grabbing my ass,

but he never beat me up.

Oh, Fish, oh...

Oh, you're so gentle.

You'd never hit a woman, would you?

No.

'Tain't right for a man to hit a woman.

Besides, in Jamaica, the woman hit back.

Oh, this is the start of something wonderful, isn't it?

It's like a new beginning for us, isn't it?

Like Mrs. Muldroone's weedlings.

Fish...

I'm so happy.

Why, I bet I could make it work again.

Poinsettia, are you mad?

You'll give me a heart attack.

Oh, no, I like it when men get old

'cause it puts everything in a woman's hands.

Poinsettia, stop that.

I'm no cow, and that ain't no cow tit.

What's that?

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy said, "Wee, wee, wee,

I'm going home and have some goat stew."

How they feel now?

Mm, oh, that's nice.

You ever been kissed right behind the knees?

- Oh, no, no. - Oh.

- Is it nice? - Oh, yeah.

Could you show me?

Maybe later?

Yours on top of mine.

Why, Mr. Fish, I was just looking for you.

I wondered if you might like to help me water.

Go water. I'll be over as soon as I shower and change.

You know, this old building hasn't been the same

since you two moved in?

Why, I can hardly wait to wake up every morning

just to see what's gonna happen next.

Fish?

Fish, hey, what are you doing?

Got a match?

Something awful wrong, Poinsettia.

What's wrong? What's wrong, Fish?

Something happened to me demon.

He don't come 'round anymore.

Oh, why don't you come play rummy at my place?

Maybe he'll show up there.

I don't want to play rummy.

You can't just sit here, Fish, and do nothing.

At least come down to the park.

I don't want to do anything.

I just want to sit and think.

Maybe I can figure out in my brain what's wrong.

Oh, he'll come back, Fish.

He always comes back.

You'll see.

Fish.

Were you ever married?

Yes. I was married.

She died of cancer when she was 25.

Hm.

I always wanted to be married.

You mean, you were never married

to the man who beat you?

Nope.

Well, I'm the kind of woman men like to beat up,

not marry.

Where is he now?

Dead.

Died alone.

I wouldn't wanna die alone.

I want someone with me, holding my hand.

I'll hold your hand.

What if I moved?

You're thinking about moving?

Well, if I did, would you come with me?

Oh, Poinsettia.

What are you saying?

I want to marry you.

I love you.

I think you love me.

Oh! But...

I'm a Black man, you're a white woman.

Yeah.

I'm a Jamaican man, you American woman.

What we got in common?

Old! Old is what we got in common.

I'm an old woman, you're an old man.

But I'm the wrassler, you're the referee.

Oh!

The referee.

You're the referee.

That's why you don't come around no more.

You my referee!

I been sleepin' with the referee.

So what?

Don't you see?

You think Muhammad Ali woulda fought Joe Frazier

if Joe Frazier's wife had been the referee?

That's what's so awful wrong between me and me demon.

I been sleepin' with the referee.

That's why he don't wanna wrestle no more.

Hey, hey, where you going?

I thought you were staying here tonight.

Don't you understand?

The wrassler can't sleep with the referee.

That's like, that's like

the plaintiff sleeping with the judge.

That's what's wrong.

Hey! Hey, Fish, hey, you come back here!

Come back to bed, Fish!

Fish!

Hey, Fish?

Fish, I know you're in there.

Come on, open the goddamned door and talk to me.

Fish? You know what I'm gonna do next, Fish?

I'm going down to the store,

and I'm gonna buy an axe,

and I'm gonna chop through your goddamned door.

Poinsettia, please don't chop through my door.

I told you, we'll play cards on Wednesday.

Just one more day, sweetie.

Don't "sweetie" me, you Jamaican rat!

You think you can just dump me like that

and get away with it? No.

I'm gonna throw you out the goddamned window,

just like you been doing to that dumb demon!

Aw, Poinsettia, don't carry on now.

Just one more day.

I feel lonely, Fish.

You're my best friend.

I quit!

I'm not your goddamned referee anymore, understand?

I'm gonna write you a letter of resignation

and I'm gonna call the whole freakin' thing off!

"I resign as your stinkin',"

oh, no, no, never gonna make that clear at all.

"Lousy referee."

Poinsettia!

Come, Poinsettia!

He's back! I got a match!

You think you can treat me like dirt

and then you expect me to referee

while you fight that shit? No way, Mr. Fish.

I quit, and I hope he kicks your butt.

No, he don't want you to quit.

He likes the prestige of having an official referee,

but he says if one fighter sleep with the referee,

the other one must sleep with her, too.

What do you take me for, buster?

Think I'm gonna let some strange demon off the streets

into my pants?

You got some goddamned nerve.

No; he don't wanna sleep with you.

He says your butt too fat.

He just don't want me to sleep with you, that's all.

I'll kill the slimy bastard! Where is he?

Oh, there.

My butt too fat?

Butt weight went away 20 years ago!

All right, come on, Fish.

Throw that bastard out the window.

Yes, referee!

Make sure you don't touch my art.

He broke it three times already.

Fish?

Yes, ma'am?

I'll be watering in half an hour!

I can't water today, Mrs. Muldroone,

I got troubles on my brain.

Well, muddle through as best you can.

At your age, why ain't you dead?

Because you got use.

That's why you ain't dead.

You started the drinking again.

You promised me you'd leave the rum alone.

I'm not a perfect person.

I miss you, Fish.

Must be the first woman on the planet

a man's ever given up for a demon.

Poinsettia, do we have to talk about this now?

He comes in...

I referee, you wrestle, you throw him out the window.

It can go on forever.

He can't die, so it's not a fair fight.

Oh, he can die.

He'd die if somebody shot him with a .22.

Jesus.

It's true.

You know why there's so much gun violence in America?

Because all the demons in America

work unofficially for the NRA.

And the NRA know you can kill a demon with a .22.

So they blackmailed the devil himself

and told him if he didn't stop gun control,

they'd shoot him dead with a .22.

He wouldn't like that, right?

Poinsettia, be serious.

How would you like to be shot dead with a .22?

Jesus, my head hurts.

I'm not gonna listen to this anymore.

It's making me dizzy.

It's up to $15,000 now.

So.

Maybe tomorrow, we could take a trip to the park.

Oh, Fish, do you have to go?

Poinsettia, we've been through this already.

You know the problem.

It's not the same between us, Fish.

I miss you.

What are you talking about, woman?

I'm here every day.

We just spent practically the whole day playing cards.

I owe you $15,000.

- You don't touch me anymore. - Ohh, I touch you.

Look, see? I'm touching you.

What is that if not touching?

Hold me, Fish, hug me. I miss the hugging.

Oh.

There, now.

I touched you.

See you tomorrow.

Here, Fish, look. Let's feed the ducks and the geese.

Yeah, look. Look at these.

Poinsettia?

Sneak attack.

Poinsettia?

Oh my God! Oh, Fish!

He almost got me that time.

What'd I do

if he throws you out the window?

Oh, don't worry.

In the bureau drawer,

I will all me worldly goods to you.

Oh, well, Fish, I don't want all your friggin' worldly goods.

- I want you! - You got me, woman.

If you weren't me referee, you'd be me wife.

Oh. Mrs. Muldroone, are you all right?

Well, uh, no, I am not, Poinsettia.

I'm feeling rather sorrowful this afternoon.

Would you sit down a minute, please, Miss Poinsettia?

I have a question to ask you.

Do you think it was awful of me

to add the "E" to Mr. Muldroon's name?

You added the "E" to Mr. Muldroon's name?

Yes. I did.

I did it.

He was so conceited about his family name.

And one day, I saw him berate some poor plumber's apprentice

for spelling his name M-U-L-D-R-O-O-N-E

instead of M-U-L-D-R-O-O-N.

Oh, he never gave me children, Poinsettia.

I begged him.

But he hated children.

He wouldn't allow me to work.

And then, after he had made me helplessly dependent upon him,

he had he nerve to drop dead in the garden.

Given those circumstances, Poinsettia,

do you think it was wicked of me to add the posthumous "E"?

Mm... well, geez, Mrs. Muldroone, um,

uh, I mean, what he did was terrible, you know, to you,

but adding an "E"...

Well, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'd have added an "E," the bastard!

Might've added an "F" or perhaps a "D."

I didn't want to be bloodthirsty.

It was the... it was the "E" that was symbolically important.

Oh, Mrs. Muldroone, you've gotta fight back.

You know what the matter with us women

is we... we always wait for the man to die

before we punch him out.

But I'm kickin' man-ass now.

You haven't wrestled lately, Fish. How come?

He comes when he wants to.

How do you know one day he just won't come?

'Cause... I know how demons think.

Well, I wish he'd hurry up and come.

Yeah. You do get kinda attached to him, don't you?

Rummy.

Referee! Wake up!

I got a match! You gotta come, quick!

Hurry up, referee!

I'm comin'!

Hurry up, referee!

All right, no biting, fighting, gouging.

Fight clean.

Fight!

Break, break, break, I say.

I'm glad you saw that foul hold.

Fight.

- Oh! - Break, I say.

You sit down over there.

You, you sit over there.

He says he don't want no break.

Well, I'm the referee.

Where is he now, Fish?

He's sitting right there.

You could reach out and touch him.

His head about here?

You got your finger pointed at his right ear.

Poinsettia!

No!

What did you do, woman?

You blew two holes in his head, woman!

Well, I got the son of a bitch.

I really got the son of a bitch!

Come and... come and help me, Poinsettia.

No, no, no, no, no, Poinsettia.

Ahh...

I'm fightin' back!

Oh, Fish, oh, Fish.

We're free!

You don't have to wrestle anymore.

So now we can get married.

You'd call me foul play?

You've done something wrong here today.

Don't say that, Fish. I did it for you.

Now, you're free; now, we're free.

Leave me alone, woman.

You've done something wicked today.

Fish, no, don't say that, Fish.

Don't, Fish, please, please don't cry, don't cry.

You got me.

I have been annihilated.

You have annihilated me, Poinsettia.

Ohh!

You ungrateful bastard!

I did you a favor, you Jamaican bastard!

Fish?

Fish?

I... I must speak with you.

Come in, Mrs. Muldroone.

I'm sorry I've been missing the waterin'.

Please, please sit down.

I'm sorry the place is so messy.

I got grief weighing on me heart.

Fish, you know that I am not one to meddle

in the affairs of my tenants.

But, Fish, you have got to do something

about that awful smell.

Smell?

What smell, ma'am?

Well, the smell of decomposin' demon.

If we don't bury that body,

we're gonna be overrun by cockroaches.

Yes, ma'am, I suppose you're right.

I'll tell you what.

We could give him a proper Christian burial.

Right in the garden, next to Mr. Muldroon's weed.

Hm?

And I am prepared to sing a hymn and say a prayer,

even though he's not properly baptized.

"He restoreth my soul.

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death,

I shall fear no evil,

for Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff shall comfort me."

Now, Fish, Fish, you go and cover him up

and we'll go to dinner, hm?

Burials just make me ravenous.

Fish?

Fish.

At your age, you'll soon be dead.

Mrs. Muldroone?

You gotta help me.

Fish hates me and won't even talk to me.

Oh, hush, child, shh.

Poinsettia, you shot down his dream

in cold blood.

How can you kill a dream with a gun, huh?

Killin' dreams with guns is a bad American custom.

You're all nuts.

It's hard being the only sane person

in this whole friggin' building.

Dearie, you are making a vulgar mistake.

You believe you need a physical body

in order to have life.

That is just mortician propaganda.

Now, I can tell you a thousand stories...

Fish!

Oh, Fish!

Oh, oh, oh, my God. Fish.

Oh!

Oh, my goodness.

I should call the doctor.

Oh my goodness. Fish. Oh no. Oh no.

Fish. Fish.

Can you hear me?

- It's all right. - It's all right, it's all right.

It's all right.

Take a deep breath.

Okay.

All right. One other.

The man has pneumonia. Should be in the hospital.

No, I ain't going to no hospital.

Now, Fish.

Fish, you must put aside this medical squeamishness

and get well.

No hospital.

I'll give you some antibiotics,

but what you need is hospitalization.

I'll nurse him, Doctor.

I'll sit by him 24 hours a day if I have to.

- I don't need no nursing. - Oh, shut up.

Fish, I'm nursing you.

Listen, you still owe me $15,000.

You're not gonna die till you win back every red cent.

All you people live alone in this building?

- Oh, yeah. - Yes, we do.

I can arrange to have a nurse sent in.

- Oh not. It's not necessary. - Not necessary.

You gotta eat something, Fish, please.

I'm not hungry.

I could kill you! Eat!

I have killed you, haven't I?

So help me, God, I didn't mean to.

Don't die on me, Fish, please don't die.

How is he?

I'm sorry, Poinsettia.

He is just not fightin' back.

Listen to me, Poinsettia.

The awful truth is,

I miss Mr. Muldroon so badly, I can hardly bear it.

So, for your own sake, you have got to save Fish.

You must.

Otherwise, you'll end up like me,

with a selfish weed for a companion.

Well, that'll never happen to me.

I'd die first.

The trouble is, Poinsettia,

we do not die when we want to.

Well, I'm not living without Fish.

I'm not.

Oh!

Oh, God, he's not moving.

Mrs. Muldroone, he's dead! I've come too late.

Oh, Fish.

Oh, Fish.

Oh, Fish, Fish, it's me, sweetheart.

It's Poinsettia.

Poinsettia?

Oh, Fish, I know what I did to you was wrong.

I know now you should never kill another person's dream.

Even if it's weird and looney and cockeyed,

but, Fish, I had a dream, too.

I had a use, too.

Loving you is my best use.

It's my only use.

Without you, I have no use, no dream.

Without you, I have no life.

- Goodbye, darling. - Poinsettia, no!

Oh, sweetie.

- Yes. I love you. - Oh!

Oh, sweetie.

I love you.

Oh... Oh, Fish, you gotta get well.

You're my last chance at a normal life.

Oh!

There you go.

Ah.

That's better. Hm.

Oh my. All right.

Good morning, Mr. Kendall.

Good morning, good morning.

Looks like you have a letter from Jamaica.

Oh, thank you so much, how exciting.

What in the world...

"Hank, shot;

Weed, annihilated;

Giacomo Puccini, renounced."

Hm.

"The new Mr. and Mrs. Fish on their honeymoon in Jamaica."

Hm. "See you soon. Love, Poinsettia."

Oh, my.

Well, hello rain.

Hm. I guess I won't have to water today.