Original subtitles

Let me tell ya something about love.

Love, it's like grabbing a live wire.

It hits you, and it hurts you, but you just can't let it go.

I loved this house.

I worked hard helping Robert fix it up.

And how did he pay me back?

It all started with the break in.

He heard the noise and called the cops.

He didn't wait, though.

He went down to greet the, uh, guest, himself.

That bastard could have killed him with that poker.

But Robert.

- Here you go, you can take it.

He offered him some orange juice.

Hm, go figure.

Then the cops took him away.

After that, Robert got the idea to write his will.

He doesn't have money.

The Clubhouse is all he's got.

- Robert!

Robert?

- He can't hear you, he's upstairs.

I think he's writing his will or something.

While we're all working so hard here?

- I think the break in shook him up a little.

It would've scared me to death.

I would get a really big dog.

- Nonsense.

Robert doesn't need a dog.

How many times have I asked Misha to bring a step ladder?

- I saw him outside.

- I've asked him twice.

You can't depend on anyone anymore.

- Misha!

- You,

go find Misha.

I'm surprised she even noticed me.

To find how strong the wind is, you walk against it.

Who are these people?

Why does Robert call them friends?

Do they hide here from their own lives?

Or do they just like this place?

Or, do they fly to Robert like bugs to the light?

- There is your bladder.

- Ladder.

- Da, thank you, ladder.

- Thank you, Misha.

(Misha speaks in foreign language)

- He is cute.

You should ask him what he did in the Russian Army.

- He was a sailor.

- Robert needs to be more careful

about who he surrounds himself with.

- Ladies.

This is gonna be the best fundraising party ever.

We have a lot of work to do, Robert.

Where is Clarke?

- I just talked to him, he'll be here soon.

Let's see, his picking up his painting.

Wiring's being done, Misha's going to patch the roof,

house is looking good, and my favorite actress,

and the most beautiful girl in the world.

What else could a man want?

Everything in this house rests

on my shoulders.

But nobody knows my name.

They call me Electrician, huh.

But no man knows how bad he is

until he is tested very hard at being good.

Oh, here's Clarke.

That morning, I found a perfect way

to let them show who they truly are.

- Sorry I'm late. - No problem.

- But I brought my painting! - Place it up here.

- Not now.

Tonight, at the party.

Are you serious?

- I wanna save it for the big moment.

I've only been working on it for three years,

for god's sake.

- Clarke,

please, show it to us.

We're anxious to see it.

- Okay.

- Four Apples.

- You're a genius, it's brilliant.

- Allegorically, you've portrayed our lives as apples.

- The good apple, the bad apple,

the apple of knowledge, the fruit of desire.

They're all there together.

This is brilliant, it's just absolutely brilliant.

You are a genius.

- Well, thank you.

- I'll prove it.

Misha!

All right, look at this.

Tell me what you think.

- I like it.

You're brilliant.

- I like green tomatoes.

They good with vodka.

- This is apples, not tomatoes.

- I like apples.

- Let's get back to work.

I'll make lemonade.

- It's wonderful. - Thanks.

- I understand you're an actress.

- Oh, well I say I was an actress.

I once made a film with Cecilia Fox.

- Hm. - Mm-hm.

- Look at that fireplace.

- Jealous like hell.

She slept with the producer.

The leading act, and oh, I forgot his name,

played a villain in that picture.

She wanted to seduce my husband too,

but he couldn't stand her.

- That's good.

What a house.

- She left her entire fortune to her stupid little dog,

and I was her best friend.

- Amazing.

- Before we proceed with the Roy Potts acceptance speech,

I'd like to take this time to do a ceremonial cutting

for the Clubhouse.

It's a symbolic way to accept Robert back into the community

and open this historic and beautiful house.

On this day--

That night Robert hosted a fundraising party

for Roy Potts, a construction tycoon running for mayor.

Judge Tweed cut the ceremonial ribbon.

These guys were heavy hitters, the local elite.

To bring success to the Clubhouse,

Robert thought he should be friends with them.

- Ladies and gentlemen, would you join me

in a toast to our gracious host, Mr. Robert McKenzie,

for this fabulous fundraiser?

Hear, hear!

- Thank you, Clarke, thank you,

and thank you everybody for coming out tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is the happiest

night of my life, so far.

All the guests were nice,

well fed, well dressed, well rounded,

two-faced, and spoiled.

- Now, I'd be remiss if I didn't thank

my very dear friends who also happen

to be my board of directors.

Patty Newman, come on down, Patty.

- Thank you, Robert.

- I love you.

Clarke Wilcox, the talented Clarke Wilcox.

And, the lovely and most beautiful, Adela.

Come on down.

Robert's not really that good

at choosing friends.

- Let's give 'em all big round of applause

'cause I couldn't do it without them.

Or enemies, for that matter

- All right, let's get down to business.

Roy, we all know that the previous administration

wasn't always on the up and up,

but I am confident that with you in office,

all of that is going to change.

A little birdie told me that congratulations are in order.

The Mayor's construction company has received the funding

stolen from the new children's hospital.

The corruption in city hall may have delayed it's building,

but I am confident that once you're mayor,

you'll find a way to get it done.

The new mayor, Roy Potts.

- Well done, Robert.

It's nice if you intended

to build a hospital for kids,

but what if you just wanna move the money

from one pocket to another?

- I wanna thank you, thank you all.

- He shouldn't be mentioning that stuff

in front of everybody.

- It's his house, it's his wine,

let him do whatever he wants.

- But let me tell you what I can't stand.

I can't stand it when people don't obey the law.

- Better not mess with Potts or he's gonna need that dog.

- I hate dogs.

- All will be prosecuted.

Our city will be an example of the kind of place

where the law is uncompromising.

Everybody must face the law equally.

No more corruption, no more bribery,

and no discrimination.

If you face a prejudice, if any citizens of this town

see a wrong, you must come to me.

You don't need an appointment.

Just call the office.

Visit City Hall, just drop by.

We'll have coffee.

Thank you.

- Roy, wonderful job. - Thank you, thank you.

- Mr. Putz, you are a great man.

I liked your speech.

- Well, thank you.

My name is Potts.

- Right, that's what I said, Mr. Putz.

- I appreciate that, but, but it's Potts.

Not Putz.

- Putz.

I dropped the news about Robert's will

to Patty Newman.

I was brief.

The rest was up to her imagination.

The evening was already spoiled.

Robert's mentioning the dirty money in public

was not a good move.

Potts was pissed, outraged.

He yelled at his secretary, Madeline.

Like it was her fault.

No, it was Robert's fault.

I knew it was a bad idea, but nobody asked me.

Now it's going to get messy, really messy.

- Mm-hm.

Yeah, it's good therapy for my hands.

- I see.

So I guess my painting was sold at the auction.

You are a genius, Clarke.

You don't need me to tell you that anymore.

There is proof.

- Thank you, Robert.

But who got most of the money?

- Clarke,

you have to just enjoy it.

Life is fleeting, it goes by so fast.

- Indeed.

Adela, do you need help?

- She asked me if she could stay here.

She just broke up with her boyfriend.

- Robert, one day she is going to kill somebody.

Have you seen how she drives?

- Oh, and thank you very much for those sleeping pills.

They're very helpful.

They worked splendidly.

- Good, good.

Has anyone seen Misha?

He needs to clean the back porch.

Misha!

He's never around.

What a day!

How can I think about joie de vivre

when my own wife hates me?

She only loves herself.

If I say something different, I'm already the enemy,

and she doesn't yell.

She just looks at you.

God, I hate that look, when she doesn't see you.

She literally looks right through you.

Hey, I'm making you something.

It's gonna be pretty nice.

- Right.

I'll go pick up some lunch and be back later.

- Okay, let me give you some money.

- No, no, that's all right.

- Nope, I insist.

You look, flushed.

- I have an audition coming up.

It's nerves, just nerves.

- A play.

The Little Theater.

- Hmm.

- They're holding auditions.

- You know, you really are too good

to waste your talent there.

I really do believe you should go to New York.

- Maybe I'm not good enough.

Maybe I know that.

- Not possible.

I've seen your brilliance on stage.

Clarke, tell her.

- I have.

- Genius.

- No.

No, I can't go to New York now.

It's too late.

I'm old.

But,

I could open a theater academy.

Kind of an acting, an acting school.

- Mm-hm.

- With classes for children, as well as adults.

Workshops, guest instructors.

Oh, I've thought a lot about it,

but I'd need a big space.

Like this room.

Huh, it really is big enough.

♪ Me me me me me

♪ Ma ma ma ma ma

♪ Ma ma ma ma ma

♪ Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma mo

Oh, the sound, Robert the sound is extraordinary.

- Mm-hm, it is.

- Graduates could come back and put on small productions

for family and, and for friends.

- You should be in New York, or Paris.

- Yep. - Don't start.

And stop looking at me like that.

- When you get the part in this new show,

we'll come see you, support you.

- Would you stop,

and listen to me?

- All right.

- Eat your sandwich.

Just eat your sandwich, the two of you.

- You.

It's just you.

Always telling us how great we are,

how talented we are, we're all gonna make it big.

We're not gonna make it big, Robert.

Why do you insist on embarrassing us?

- You are talented.

I've seen your work.

- Ah, you see me labor over paintings for years.

That's not art.

- Clarke, I've seen good art.

It could take months, years.

Novelists can spend years on one book.

It's common.

- That's bullshit.

I'm no artist, fuck this.

You are totally transparent.

- And you're hopeless.

- You did little to deflect the moment.

- Maybe I have something on my mind.

- Go back inside.

- Nothing.

Having such a big house, doesn't mean he's rich.

In fact, the opposite.

It takes so much to keep it up.

- That's what my wife always tells me.

Roy Potts won the election.

I don't care.

I don't.

What are you doing?

What's the matter with you?

Stop it.

- I know what you did.

You're scaring me.

What's going on?

♪ Sleeping pills, sleeping pills

♪ Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping pills

- You know what.

- Shut up.

You'll need a lawyer.

- I need to go, it's late.

- It's never too late.

♪ It's never too late for true love

♪ It's never

- Leave me alone!

- Okay.

But you need me.

We're all on the board.

You'll still have to deal with us even if he's dead.

- Mm.

The tea is cold.

- I know the law.

- I'm tired.

I need money.

- I need a divorce.

- How could one house have five fireplaces?

- If Adela ran him over, they'd investigate it.

- That's not the point.

Why?

- Besides his obnoxious, disgusting niceness

which insults me,

because I know the truth.

- Enough with the games.

What do you know?

- You could build a nice studio.

I wouldn't have to worry about my life anymore.

- He can't die the way you tried it.

That kind of attention wouldn't be good for us.

It'd be much better if he died in his sleep.

- Hm.

- Thanks to you, he sleeps like a baby.

- Sh, quiet!

You'll wake Robert up.

- We thought he was having another nightmare.

- Get out.

- Who are you, telling us to get out?

- I live here.

I'm Robert's friend.

- We are all Robert's friends.

- Get out.

- Okay, okay.

It's getting late, and we're leaving.

We'll talk about this tomorrow, Adela.

- We're going to have to find out.

- Hi.

- Da.

- Yes, I was a sailor.

- In the past, did you kill people?

- I must go.

- Coward.

- Goodnight.

- Robert,

wake up.

We need to talk.

- All right.

Okay.

All right, what's up?

- I want to talk to you about Patty and Clarke.

- You woke me to speak about Patty and Clarke?

Let's just talk tomorrow, okay?

- You don't understand.

- Um...

They're my friends, they're always welcome here.

You know, it's too late and I'm too tired.

- I want to tell you something very important.

- No.

I don't want any wine.

Okay, tell me.

- Nevermind.

Do you know what energy is?

It's just the capacity for action,

steam under pressure, a spring bent ready to be released,

water stored in an elevated tank.

Once you release the energy, it's too late.

You can't just put it back.

- Don't speak to him like that.

What you assumed yesterday,

it was horrible, horrible, unspeakable.

How could you ever think like that?

- Patty.

Say it.

What exactly did I assume?

And what exactly you were doing there

in the middle of the night, while he was sleeping?

- Adela, please.

- I'm leaving.

I don't deserve this.

- Patty,

please, calm down.

We're all here to help our poor friend.

- I know about the will.

- I know all about it.

- I don't understand.

- I live here, I'm not leaving,

no matter what happens to him.

- What is this girl talking about?

- You want Robert dead

but you're not smart enough to do this right.

- Oh, ohh.

What?

What?

Clarke!

- Shut up!

Go on.

- Every morning, he takes a bath.

- That's right!

If you suddenly pull a person's legs in the tub,

the surprise makes them inhale and they drown,

almost instantly.

- Let me worry about that.

You just chill.

- Hi.

- I came to apologize.

Get back to work.

- Robert, I know I said it...

- Misha,

what the hell you doing?

- Sorry.

What are you doing?

- You barged in.

Do you like to watch?

- No.

Why did you run?

- I was embarrassed.

- No, you weren't.

You wouldn't be wearing this robe now.

- Well, I was surprised.

I wear it for you.

- I think you know.

- Robert is my friend.

- Mine too.

What are you doing?

- I know what you are doing.

- Obviously.

- You are trying to make Robert jealous.

I won't let you use me to make him jealous or hurt him.

- You are so sweet.

- You could be the mother of his children.

The Mayor invited us good citizens

to come by.

So I went by.

And I talked.

- It better be something important,

because I don't have time to waste.

But how was I to know

that he had his own plan?

- Finally,

it is,

done.

- My surprise for you.

- Here.

- That's a scarf.

Try it on.

What do you think?

- It's lovely.

Really handsome.

Thank you, Robert, that's really sweet.

- You should open a knitting school.

- That's a great idea, Patty.

You know, there's no end to what we could do

here at the house.

- I know.

- Absolutely no end. - I know.

- An artist should wear a scarf.

Maybe even a beret.

- I could make you one of those.

- Not at this time of year.

- Okay.

- Let me know if there's ever

anything I can do for you.

- No worries, no worries.

You know,

when my father returned from the war,

he told my mother that he believed one day

there would be no borders between countries

and that all men would be equal and happy.

You haven't met my wife.

How can I be happy?

- Well,

personally I think it's a crime not to be happy, Clarke.

Look at me, I'm in this chair, but I'm happy.

I'm happy because I choose to be happy.

- Lucky you.

- Well Clarke, it's your choice too.

You could choose that.

But the most important thing for you

is that you have your passion, you have your dream.

- Your talent.

- Talent is useless if it doesn't bring you money.

- Hm.

To a certain extent, everything is useless.

We eat, we shit, we fuck, we die,

empty, senseless, useless.

If that's the way you feel about it.

We search for a purpose, then we find meaning in our life

and we live by it, or we die without it.

Our lives only have the meaning

that we give it.

- She went to answer the door.

- Strange.

Very strange.

Patty?

Are you out here?

Patty?

(indistinct police radio chatter)

Lieutenant?

Have you seen Patty?

What are you doing here?

- The door was open.

I'm here to see your tenant.

- Oh, you mean Adela.

- Right, Adela.

- Yeah, uh, she's upstairs.

- I'll find her.

The cops came around to scare off

his so-called friends, and Madeline, she finished the job.

- I do.

Red or white?

- Red.

I don't know what she said to Adela.

As much as I'd like to have seen it,

Adela would be no match in a cat fight,

and with the cops backing Madeline up,

what choice did she have?

- No.

You? - No.

- Here we go.

- Candles.

So intimate.

You know Robert,

I don't trust that girl for some reason.

- I'm just looking out for your best interests.

Nevermind.

I guess I just wanna protect you.

Robert, did you write a will?

- Your electrician came to see the Mayor today.

- Okay.

- He said he overheard a conversation

between Patty, Clarke, and that girl.

- Adela.

So what was the conversation?

- Your friends are trying to kill you.

- The Mayor did send them away.

- Well, having you turn up dead doesn't look too good.

- Okay, well just finish your wine

and please, tell the Mayor I said hi.

- I like you when you're angry.

- No, no.

No.

No!

God damn it.

God.

Jesus Christ.

What you reading?

Oh, it's in Cyrillic.

- Mm-hm.

Love, ah.

That is a wonderful thing.

- Uh-huh, I like Adela.

- She likes you too.

You think so?

- You two make good couple.

You need family, and children.

Give love to get love.

- Give love to get love, that's very good advice.

This is strange.

- This letter.

- It's an eviction notice.

- It means they want me to move out of my house.

You're joking.

- I wish I was.

This is your house.

- This claims it's not my house.

You know what I say?

- Your Honor, this is what the casino will look like.

- I'd make it more round at these corners,

these edges.

- Yeah, that would be good.

The funds are secure, and the construction company

is ready.

Everything is in place.

- Soon.

It's a touchy situation.

- I don't give a shit about your problems.

I want my money.

You have your office, I want what is mine.

Do I have to teach you how to do your job?

- No sir.

- I just thought, we have enough criminals in this town.

The casino would just bring more.

- Do you know what you are, Danaher?

- I'm an officer of the law, your Honor.

- You're a worthless piece of shit.

Repeat it.

- I'm a worthless piece of shit.

Sir.

- Get the hell outta here.

- Officers, what can I do for you?

- Show us your hands please.

- Show us your hands, sir.

Is this necessary?

- It's protocol.

You have to come with us.

- We have a warrant for your arrest.

- Can I at least get my medications?

- No sir, I'm sorry.

Roll him on down this way.

The Mayor offered you a deal,

but we live in a world where people

have to play by the rules.

- My great grandfather built that house.

- You know the rules, and I know the rules.

Don't make it complicated.

- When times got tough, my family was forced

to sell that house.

I convinced them to sell it back to me, and they did.

- It's not really yours.

- it's my house.

- Just keep a low profile.

That's all you gotta do.

You'll wind up with some money in your pocket.

Trust me, this is not a bad deal.

You don't need that much to live, or to stay alive.

- Are you threatening me, Lieutenant?

- No, I'm not threatening you.

I am trying to help you.

- You'd do better to help yourself.

How may years, months, weeks, days, huh?

You'd do better to be concerned about your health

than about your future.

Let the powers that be handle this for you.

- It's my house.

Your Honor, this entire dispute on my property,

it's a hoax.

- You're a young man.

You should have a good time, enjoy life,

hunting and fishing, you know.

- I don't hunt, your Honor.

- Well I'm not much of a hunter myself,

though I like to get out from time to time.

I go to my place near the lake.

Last year, I saw five swans swimming in the lake.

What graceful creatures.

I had my favorite rifle with me.

I aimed at one of 'em.

First shot, took his head clean off.

- I'm here to talk about my case.

- I'm talking about your case.

Last year there were five.

This year, there are only four swans.

You're a tiny swan

in a very big pond.

- They're trying to evict me out of my own house.

- Not your house, from what I see here.

- I have all the proper documentations right here,

your Honor.

My great grandfather built that house--

- I don't have time to listen to your family history,

young man, but your documents are forged.

- That's absurd, your Honor.

Look, I worked very hard to get that property back from--

You stand up when you're speaking to a judge.

Stand up!

- I can't stand, your Honor.

I lost the use of my legs serving my country.

- Your disabilities are not an excuse to break the law.

- Your Honor--

- Your time is up young man.

Leave, now. - Your Honor please--

- Head out before I call security.

You should learn some respect, young man.

And I promise you, I'll request a detailed investigation

into your military background.

You have 24 hours to vacate.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Get out.

- Madeline.

- Robert.

- I was wondering when you were gonna come.

Welcome.

- I hated that you were attracted to Adela.

- Is that why she's not here anymore?

- No.

- Why does Potts want me out of my house?

- He doesn't need your house.

- But he's the one who wants me out.

- Let's just say a little birdie told me.

But I'm glad you're not involved.

- Come on down this way.

Now the Mayor needs my help.

Hm, his own plan.

When the passion turns into coveting more,

you run toward it, blindly,

not knowing when you've crossed the line,

then you turn around to see how far you've gone.

- Patty.

Patty!

Go away.

- You need to leave.

- Clarke.

Clarke.

- Robert, good to see you.

- I need your help, buddy.

- Sure, anything.

What?

- Ah, I'm sorry Robert.

My wife needs the car and I gotta paint.

I'm sorry.

- You haven't talked to your wife in three months.

- Yeah, I know, but it's not what you think.

I mean, I'd love ya to have--

- You know what, yeah, thanks.

Yeah right, thanks.

- Well besides, your chair's gonna scratch the paint

and she'll kill me for that.

Robert, I, wait.

Wait!

- Power's out.

- Brought you some food.

- Sit.

Is it safe for you to be here?

- I'll be all right.

- You're risking a lot to be here, aren't you?

- I don't have that much to lose.

you smell good.

Misha, what the hell, buddy?

- I gotta go.

If you ever need to stay with me.

- Sorry for interrupting. - That's all right.

Why would you need a place to stay?

- She was joking.

You are bad liar.

Remember that letter I showed you?

- Evict.

- Some people are saying that, it's not my house.

- At the fundraising party for the Mayor,

I mentioned the money to build the children's hospital

that the Mayor's construction company stole.

Yeah.

And then I stupidly helped that cockroach get elected.

- Mayor Putz.

- Yeah, yep, you're right there, Mayor Putz.

- I worried for you.

- You know, I'll be all right.

Thank you, though.

Go ahead.

- I have friend at City Hall, in archives.

Yeah.

- They must have copy of this deed and other papers.

Most likely no one's touched them yet.

We go there, we find them.

- Yeah.

It means, where there is truth, there is light.

There is light in the sky, so there is hope.

- Hope, hm.

- Don't you worry, (speaks in foreign language)

you're not alone.

I'm with you.

- I tell you what, if we're going to City Hall

you better dress up.

I have tie goes nice.

I pick you up at seven in the morning.

(police radio chattering indistinctly)

- Sir, can I see your driver's license please?

- Keep your hands on the car and spread your legs.

- Yes.

This must be a little over the legal limit.

You're gonna have to come with us.

- I haven't done anything wrong.

- I don't think your visa's in order.

We can have you heading home in 24 hours.

It took Robert a long time

to decide Misha had let him down too,

but it wouldn't stop him from going to City Hall alone.

(moving to inspirational instrumental music)

- I need to see him.

- I'll let him know you're here.

- Thank you.

How about exacted satisfaction for my injury?

Reparation for my dignity?

- You're a funny little man.

- Take the house, but allow me to stay there.

- What would I want with your house?

The initial offer has already expired,

so you just need to get lost.

I mean, who wants a handicapped worker around

for someone to pity, anyway?

- Nobody.

- Exactly.

We'll demolish the house and we'll make

an amazing casino, and there'll be no need

for a small, annoying little bug like Robert Mckenzie.

- Enough.

I've had enough.

It's up to you whether you live or whether you die.

You can sign the papers, or I can put you

out of your misery right now.

- You're gonna shoot me right here, in City Hall?

My god, Mayor, this is not war.

You can't just shoot people because they get in your way.

- Oh no, but I can defend myself from an intruder.

It's got your prints all over it.

- What did you do with my friend?

- Nothing.

He's probably drinking vodka with his comrades

as we speak.

Just sign the papers.

- No.

- Stubborn and stupid.

- What about the children's hospital?

Fuck the hospital, fuck the children, and fuck you.

- Would you like some orange juice?

- What the fuck are you talking about?

With the Mayor out of the way,

only the judge could hold Robert back now.

- According to authorities,

Mayor Potts has disappeared with the money

from the children's hospital fund.

His current whereabouts are unknown.

Jerry Foster is at City Hall.

- I'm here with the Mayor's secretary.

What can you tell me about the safe

where the money was kept?

- It was always locked.

Only he knew the combination.

Did you suspect anything at all?

No, no.

I never thought anything was out of the ordinary.

- Did you know anything about the plans for the casino?

You heard it here first, folks.

A casino built within the city limit.

- A while.

Robert, I want you to let this house thing go,

and let's go away together.

- I knew the combination to the Mayor's safe.

I have the money, we got it all.

you shouldn't have taken the money.

- Nobody knows anything.

They think the Mayor's run with the money.

We can go far away, anywhere you want.

I'm done here.

- No, I'm, I'm not gonna run away.

I'm not.

- Your Honor, what brings you here?

- I would be quiet if I were you!

This is your ear.

- Wrong answer.

Don't waste my time.

- It's in the kitchen.

- The Clubhouse, it's under the sink.

I'm telling you the truth.

- I know.

(police radio chattering indistinctly)

- This son of a bitch got what he deserved.

- No, I mean, why did these two go at it?

That looks like the Mayor's gun.

- It would explain a few things.

- The secretary didn't seem like the type

that would kill the Mayor.

Not by herself, anyway.

- So,

if he didn't run,

and they killed him,

who's got the money now?

This is for you.

- We missed you so much!

- I baked a cake for you.

So it looks like a happy ending

for everyone at the Clubhouse, right?

- It's all over the news.

Mayor Potts has disappeared with the hospital funds.

FBI agents are all over the place.

We're gonna need a new mayor.

- First the Mayor disappears, and the secretary.

- She was found dead with the judge.

- Found her with her ear cut off, and stabbed.

She bled like a stuck pig.

- I will get some glasses.

- You should run for mayor, Robert.

Our boys would vote for you.

- Me too!

- We don't need a casino.

We need someone to run this town with authority.

- Precisely.

- I'm going upstairs to take a bath.

- Great, enjoy yourself.

- I may need your help, with my hair.

- Of course, why don't you go up

and I'll be up in a few minutes.

What would he do without me?

- It's so good to be back.

I love this place.

- Mm-hm.

Something bad always rises to the surface.

Man,

is either busy being born,

or busy dying.

I planned it all very well,

except that Robert wasn't quite as grateful

as I thought he might be.

He killed me, too.

That's why I spend most of my time here.

- Lucky for you.

- Don't you think this house is too big

for just one guy?

You know what I mean?

- Clarke.

How's your scotch?

- Ooh, fine.

Exquisite taste.

- Strong drink,

just like a good overcoat,

keeps ya warm.

Thank you.

It really is a wonderful day.

Where's Adela?

Doesn't she want to have a drink with us?

- Moved by pity and apprehension,

I begged her to be of good cheer,

and to make herself perfectly easy to the issues at hand.

- But, she would not hear me.

Poor man,

really,

is of no consequence.

- We just witnessed a murder.

- Yes, we did.

- Gentlemen,

would you care for some orange juice?

- I prefer scotch.

- I don't need juice, but she might.

- I, I, I forgot my keys.

Robert doesn't know yet

there's a big bag of cash waiting for him under the sink.

But the cops had it right.

The old boss is gone, and they need a new one.

Robert's the perfect fit, a decorated hero.

He'll soon become the new mayor,

and finally, he'll bring order to this crooked town,

if not the law.

Patty Newman was never a real good runner,

and she wasn't wearing her running heels that day either.

Besides, there's no where to go.

Pressure has been applied and hardness put forth.

Natural forces tweaking the order of things.

And here we are.

You wonder what was in Robert's will?

Well, he never left anything to his friends,

and obviously not to me.

Everything was set to go

to the children's hospital all along.

You know, when passing electricity from place to place,

you should avoid heating the conductor.

But in the end, if the wire's resistance is high enough,

the heat may produce light.

Oh yeah.