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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.