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Can't you be original for a change?

Very funny.

Are you through playing with yourself?

At least I'm playing with a full deck.

Hey, Hodge, give me that!

Are you ready in 20 minutes?

Didn't I tell you?

Tell me what?

I invited my brother.

Oh, not Joe.

Look, I promised Mom I'd get him out at least once a week.

The last time we brought him to a party, he threw up all over one of my

girlfriends.

And that was before he started drinking.

Oh, come on. He's not that bad.

Oh, well, I'm surprised you haven't invited the tag along to bed with us.

Don't worry, he probably wouldn't know what to do.

I'm glad he's all the present has.

And what are you supposed to be?

I'm a summer camp counselor.

Can you cover your teeth with your lips?

I can't.

Sure I can.

Your height, sweetheart.

Oh, I told you, I don't mix business with pleasure.

We just wanted you to... Did I pass to you about business at the animal

sanctuary? Come on, Mike. Or ask you about life as a locker room attendant?

I mean, hey, Joe, tell us about the latest athlete's foot disease going

around. Well, it's pretty darn serious.

Yuck!

Hey, did you hear the one about the leper?

hockey game?

No. There was a face-off in the corner.

That's an old one. What did the leper say to the prostitute? What?

Don't worry, you can keep the tip.

Oh, I get it.

Come on, Mike, you're avoiding the issue.

Yeah, tell us about your scoop.

Look, I've told you as much as I can.

I'm on the verge of my biggest story. I mean, when it breaks... I'm gonna sell

this baby to every paper on this side of Albuquerque. Well, can't you give us a

hint? Or don't you trust us?

Of course I do. It's just that... Well, it's a bit dangerous.

Dangerous? Don't worry.

I can take care of myself.

Well, if it's dangerous, maybe I should be involved.

Have you gone to the police?

Police? Police.

That's the quickest way to leak a story.

I'd lose my exclusive.

Well, if it's dangerous, I should be involved. Listen.

all about it next week.

Besides, I'm missing my final piece of evidence.

Moron.

Yeehaw!

Faster than a speeding bullet!

Talk about taking out the garbage.

Ouch. You are so mean to the guy.

What are big brothers for?

Can we talk about something?

Well, I'm a little concerned about this story of yours, and I... Not that again.

All right.

Tomorrow I have a meeting with the board of directors at the Barley Nuclear

Plant. What for?

Well, it's regarding some serious negligence.

What I'm hoping for is an admission of guilt. I mean, that would be like the

icing on the cake.

Whether they confess or not, it's still a landmark story that... Confess what?

If I give away the ending, you ain't gonna buy the story.

Mike, where are you going?

It's a surprise.

with lifestyles of their young and shameless.

Champagne wishes and caviar dreams.

It

is

a picnic, symbolic of our milestones.

Our first date, our first kiss, our first...

What's the occasion?

Of all the headlines I've ever written, and all the headlines I'll ever write,

this is my masterpiece.

Oh, my God.

Actually, I was hoping for more than your hand.

Hey, boo-boo.

Look what's in the picnic basket.

Let's get out of there, you baby. It's not for you.

Come on, get lost.

Oh, it's beautiful.

I'm so sorry, but I finished all of the Cracker Jack.

I do. I mean, I will.

I mean, I am. I take it the answer is yes?

Look, don't you understand?

You're already in enough trouble as it is.

This power plant is lethal.

You've not only ruined the environment, but you've killed hundreds of people.

If you admit your guilt, maybe you can save your ass.

Guilt? What guilt?

Come on!

Your containment center is ineffective.

Nuclear waste is leaking out. Unfounded lies.

Proof? You want proof?

What about, uh, Miss Kathy Miller, Mr. Larry Brown, Mrs. Joyce Milton, and the

list goes on and on and on.

Over 200 people who live within 30 miles of this complex have developed terminal

cancer.

And those deformed babies were no freak accident either.

Mr. Wave, I think we've had quite enough of your fanatic ramblings.

Ramblings?

Look, Dick.

Call me Richard.

Sorry, Richard.

Now, you know and I know that this containment center is faulty.

And in a few days, everyone else will know and you'll be exposed.

And there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

Well, if it's our containment center that's bothering you...

Why don't I give you a personal tour?

A tour?

You haven't seen it yet, have you?

No.

Well, then.

Why don't I show you around?

And once you see how... safe our little operation is, then I'm sure

you'll realize how unfounded your accusations are.

Why am I reluctant to trust you?

Of course, if you're afraid.

After you.

Dick.

That's the waste from the fission process.

Highly toxic.

Of course.

Nervous, Mr. Wave?

Where's, uh... Where's the transfer tubing?

Underground.

Carries the waste out to the storage station.

Where it's kept in tanks?

And buried in dump sites across the country.

Very good, Mr. Wave.

My environmental studies prove that there's a leak, and I know that the leak

is here.

Of course it's here.

What?

Some of the waste leaks out of the transfer tubing and into the ground.

But then it contaminates the water and the soil.

And the air.

Of course.

Spitty.

Why are you telling me this?

You know that I'll write it down.

Afraid not, mister.

They don't have typewriters where you're going.

You don't expect me to believe that, do you?

been a terrible accident.

Rochelle, I... I couldn't even find his body.

An accident.

A goddamn stupid accident.

Rochelle, there's nothing I can say that will bring Mike back or ease the pain.

But life goes on, and life is for the living.

Do you think Mike would want us to sit here, feeling sorry for ourselves?

No.

He'd want us to go on.

pick up the pieces and remember him for all the love and fun he gave us.

Things happen for a reason.

We have to learn to accept fate.

There are greater forces in this world beyond our comprehension.

Give me a fucking break.

Well, it was worth a try.

He's dead.

Final. No more.

You've got a good point there.

God, I miss him.

Can I take you home now?

I know you're trying to help.

Come on, Rochelle.

Can we read back the proposals, please?

First proposal.

That the office of deceased reporter Mike R. Wave be penetrated by board

member Rob Burr and any incriminating evidence be removed and destroyed.

I second.

All in favor?

Motion passed.

Second proposal, please.

Proposed. That Rochelle Darlington, girlfriend of the late Mr.

Wave... be eliminated from society to compensate for the possibility that she

may possess too much knowledge.

Second.

All in favour?

Just a moment.

The method bears analysis.

What type of termination would be systematically cost-efficient and garner

the most long-term benefits?

How about death through multiple knife wounds?

No. Too time-consuming.

A fatal shotgun wound to the cranium?

Hmm.

Wait.

What about a simple decapitation?

Cher, don't lose your head over this.

Hold on. I have an idea.

What if she's sexually assaulted and then slowly asphyxiated?

Now, that sounds good.

They'll never suspect us.

I second.

All in favor?

Motion passed.

I'll supervise this proposal myself.

Good.

Now, what's next on the agenda?

Hello? Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

Who is this?

I love you, Michelle.

Who is this?

It's Mike.

I'm alive.

I need your help!

This is a sick joke!

Don't you recognize my-

First proposal, that the office of deceased reporter Mike Garway be

penetrated by board member Rob Burr and any incriminating evidence be removed

and destroyed.

Such a hothead.

Oh, sorry, Richelle.

Look, I'm taking off. Can you lock up for me, please? Sure.

Okay, see you later.

See ya.

Yes? Hello, little girl.

Are you lonely?

What? Who is this?

How about some company, little girl?

Is that you?

But if he's sexually assaulted and then slowly...

Help!

Help!

I hate.

Open up.

Nice try, geez.

You salesmen will stop at nothing to get in. Joel, for Christ's sake, open up.

The joke's on you, buddy. My brother's dead.

Buzz off, creeper. I'll call security.

This building doesn't even have security.

I already called the police.

You'd better hope they get to you before I do.

Joel, let me explain.

Give me a chance!

Oh, not you again.

Go away!

I've already got three sets of encyclopedias.

Open up, it's me.

Rochelle!

Someone just tried to kill me. What?

A man in the sanctuary.

He tried to. And then he wanted to kill me. No, no. It's OK.

He probably didn't mean it.

I don't understand.

Why?

Sit down.

Calm down.

First the phone calls.

Calls? What calls?

Someone really sick kept calling, pretending they were Mike.

Really? Same thing happened to me? The police aren't even investigating.

He was trespassing.

Well, if he was trespassing, there must have been a good reason.

Did Mike mention anything to you?

No. He didn't say anything.

He must have hinted at something, a name, anything.

Only that he was going to the power plant and something about negligence.

They must think you know something.

I'm going to the police.

With what?

What about Mike's notes, interviews?

Where does he keep them?

Do you have a key?

Well...

Hold

on!

What is it?

Just some background stuff.

Wait a minute!

What now?

You should look at this.

Let's look at this.

I think it's Mike's research on the power plant.

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing.

Come on, then.

We've got a lot of reading to do before we go to the police.

How about deli? multiple knife wounds i've got a rubber in my wallet

i'm saving it for that special

day when the record comes my way it leaves a circular

impression from all those years of compression i've had it since

i turned 13

I got an innovating machine.

So,

you come here often?

What's your sign, babe?

No entrance.

Too bad it wasn't. Enter at rear.

Hi there, tall, dark, and mysterious.

Flash me those baby blues.

Hey, babe, I got a six-inch tongue and I can breathe through my ears.

Well, if you were three feet tall and had a flat head to set my beer on, I'd

consider it.

Tell me, big boy, what's better than roses on your piano?

What? Two lips on your organ.

Hi.

I'm Peter Fong.

You must be fond of Peters.

Come on, stud.

Take me to your breeding ground.

It's only fair to warn you that I have a very serious social disease.

Who doesn't, sweetie?

All right, then.

Kiss me, baby.

Can't wait to take it from my pants.

Cirque, cirque, circular impression.

Leading to a state of depression.

In my wallet, wallet, wallet, wallet, wallet.

I can't wait to install it.

No, I can't wait.

You know, usually I don't have to pay for it.

I'm sure.

How about a discount?

How about a get out of here? Just kidding.

Nice car you got.

Thanks, babe.

Yeah, I'm busy right now.

Let's hurry.

My wife's going to be home in an hour.

Give it to me.

No, no, no, you can't have it. I said give it to me now.

You ain't gonna get it.

But I need it, please.

Look, I ain't into threesomes. So what?

So it's gonna cost you extra.

I don't care.

Well, I guess I just saved myself some money.

Come on, come on, come on. I ain't got all night.

Right. Whoopee.

Yeah. Oh,

you're so big and strong.

Are you sure you really want to go through with this?

Hey,

buddy!

You were going way over the limit, asshole.

Was I?

Let me guess.

Your speedometer's busted, right?

Uh, no.

You're rushing to the hospital because your wife's having a baby.

That's not it.

Well then, dog breath, what's your excuse for speeding?

Testing out your new car?

Actually, it's not my car.

I stole it.

Hey, Bob, bring over the breathalyzer.

We got ourselves a real wise guy here.

What's with the sunglasses, weirdo?

It's a long story.

Okay, buddy.

Stick the tube in your mouth and blow.

If you insist.

I knew you'd come back to me, honey.

I knew you'd forgive me.

I

knew

you couldn't keep away from me, because I'm irresistible.

I missed you.

I really, really missed you.

Not tonight, dear. I have a headache.

Get off me!

Too complaining.

dog saw something over nah probably just got wind of a gopher over i'll keep an

eye open

Oh.

Dearest Rochelle, how can I explain... Shit!

Dearest Rochelle, how can I explain... Damn!

Dearest Rochelle...

He's coming to me.

Darling you look radiant.

May I?

He has a lot of my features.

But the poor kid has your skin.

I guess this solves the breastfeeding issue, darling.

This gross specimen is the ultimate example of monogamy.

Burma is also the nation's solitaire champion, as she, or should I say he,

loves playing with themself.

Next, let me introduce you to the two-headed, 400-pound pygmy. Among

Elmer's hobbies are sword swallowing, fire breathing, and wabbit hunting.

Gentlemen, I've saved the best till last.

You've seen him in the movies. Perhaps you've caught his stage production.

Well, here he is, live and in person, the original Elephant Man.

Peanuts, ice-cold drinks, popcorn, peanuts.

Popcorn, ma'am?

There's never any hot water.

Wait.

What about a simple decapitation?

Who's there?

Norman, is that you?

Norman?

I've been a naughty little girl.

Come and wash my mouth out with soap.

Yes, you've been a naughty little girl, all right.

Norman?

Do you have a cold?

Is there something the matter with your voice?

No.

My complexion's gone all the hell.

And it glows in the dark, babe.

to the small town of Castle Rock.

Local authorities have babbled as to the source of the fire.

Arson is not ruled out.

Hello. It... Hello.

It's Jack Lye from the Barley Power Plant.

I have to talk to you.

I have to tell you something.

You're going to have to trust me.

You're not making any... Your boyfriend... He was murdered.

You have proof?

I need your help.

But you have to go to the police.

Oh, no.

No police. Not yet.

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Hello?

Michelle, I've been trying. Joe, a man from the power plant just called.

What about?

He says he has evidence. He can prove that Mike was murdered.

Did you call the police?

No, not yet. Well, what are you waiting for?

He wants to talk to me first.

What? He said he was coming right over.

I'm coming right over. And don't do anything till I get there.

Joe? No, it's Jack Lye from the Barley Power Plant.

I only need a minute of your time.

What's this all about?

Who's Joe?

Huh? I said, who's Joe?

Don't bother.

Shut up!

Let's go for a little walk, shall we?

method bears analysis.

What type of termination would be systematically cost-efficient and garner

the most long-term benefits?

No!

Please!

I don't know anything!

Why, that's a long way down, wouldn't you say?

A long way down.

Wouldn't it be a Terrible thing if you were to fall a terrible thing

It's

a shame really your grief over your boyfriend's death

How it drove you to the desperate act of suicide?

Suicide? Yes.

Didn't I tell you?

You kill yourself by either jumping off this building or blowing your brains out

with this gun.

Of course, you do have five seconds to decide which.

Hold it

right there!

You really took your boyfriend's death seriously, didn't you?

Where were we?

Oh, yeah.

Three.

Two.

One. Hold her right there!

Not again.

Sorry about the mess.

Damn.

And that was my favorite dress, too.

I suppose this isn't the right time to bring it up. And you're probably not

going to believe this, but it's me.

You've got my ring on.

What? My ring.

You remember?

Love crazed reporter requests your hand in marriage?

Of course.

I was hoping for more than your hand.

Mike? The one and only.

I can't believe it's you.

I'm so glad. This is incredible.

I guess this means the wedding's off.

It's still me.

I haven't changed.

Or are you suggesting that our relationship was purely physical?

My God, Mike.

Look what you did!

He deserved to die.

Look what they've done to me!

This is worse than being dead.

You don't understand.

If I could just make it...

Sorry, ma'am. I'm family.

You should have worn my cape, huh?

He'll be OK.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep?

Why wasn't there an investigation into my fiance's death?

The report was quite clear.

He was trespassing, and he had an unfortunate accident.

He was killed.

Now, what makes you say that?

He told me.

Excuse me?

Well, he's not really dead.

I mean, they tried to kill him, but he survived.

And now he's badly disfigured and on a rampage. Thank you, Miss Darlington, but

it sounds like you've been watching too many bad horror movies.

But you haven't even looked into it. Maggie, would you send an escort in,

please? Miss Darlington is leaving.

I have proof.

Mike's research on the power plant.

They're the ones who killed him, or at least tried to kill him.

Maggie, would you hold off on that for a moment?

Now, what's this all about?

Mike had proof that the board of directors were covering up something

serious at the power plant.

They knew about his investigation.

That's why they tried to kill him. That's a pretty serious accusation, ma

'am.

Tell you what, leave this with me.

I'll look it over.

Maybe we'll start an investigation.

I really appreciate this.

Well I hope we can help you.

If there's one thing I love, it's a wet pussy.

Hi there!

That crazy broad.

What was it she said?

A murderous, disfigured ghoul?

Sounds like my ex-wife.

Are you sure that's the only one? I'm sure.

She brought it to me herself.

Good.

You know, that woman is more trouble than she's worth.

Burn it.

Could you set up an appointment for me with her?

Should be easy enough.

I'll take care of the details.

Shall we put this toward your retirement fund?

Yes? Sorry to bother you at home, sir.

Who is this?

Security at the plant.

This had better be important.

In the containment center... What is this about?

There's been a horrible accident.

We found a body, sir.

Have you called the police?

No, we called you first.

Good.

Good.

Hold off on the police.

I'll be right there.

Huh?

is for my brother.

And this is for my

fiance.

And this is for my facial

reconstruction.

Long time no hear.

I want you and your two best men in my office in one hour.

It'll cost.

I don't care.

Who is it this time?

Just bring lots of equipment.

You may have some trouble.

Don't worry, Mr. Swell.

We aim to please.

what's the problem in here

okay mr swell you've got yourself one less worry

Shit.

Okay.

Hello. Michelle Darlington, please.

Michelle speaking.

Who is this?

Police Chief Bullocks. Listen, after reading over your boyfriend's evidence,

I've decided to put two detectives on the case.

Thank God.

Well, due to the nature of the investigation, plus the fact that we're

dealing with some political heavyweights, would you be willing to

cooperate with us?

Of course.

Great.

Could you be ready in a couple of hours?

What for?

Well, we'll take you to a safe house and put you under police protection.

You're serious?

Nothing to worry about. It's standard procedure.

How long should I pack for?

An overnight bag will do.

I'm sure this won't take long.

Small residence. Who's speaking?

Sir? It's the Cancer Research Foundation.

They're requesting a donation.

Tell them I gave it the office.

Hello, sir.

Constable.

This is Michelle Darlington.

Hi.

You're in good hands, Michelle.

This gentleman will take care of you.

Can I take your bag, ma'am?

Um, no, it's okay, thanks.

Right this way, miss.

Take care, Miss Darlington.

Bye-bye.

Hello, Rochelle.

You bring your bathing suit?

No, uh... I don't know how to swim.

Oh. What a shame.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm Swell.

Richard Swell.

Your friends call me dick.

I see you've heard of me.

You bastard!

Now, now.

You won't get away with this.

You know, you're almost as stupid as your boyfriend.

Not quite. I went to the chief of police.

Chief Jones?

No, Chief Bullocks.

Nice try.

Sergeant Bullocks and myself have a wonderful working relationship.

I buy him the odd drink, the odd dinner, the odd

car.

And he makes sure that I don't get into too much trouble.

Prick.

Call me Richard.

You really should have taken those swimming lessons.

You know, your boyfriend had a most unfortunate accident.

Just like the one you're about to have.

Siamese twin.

Let's go for a swim.

grows away with memories of killing time

and dreams.

Think of me.

It was so cold.

We burned.

And as they leave, they cross my mind.

No time. I think it's over.

There's life inside my steel mind.

Look in your eyes, your world's away.

And life is locked inside you.

Can you

see?

Then city walls, they dissolve to dreams.

Children crying, they're losing everything.

From heart to heart, the beast's old face.

The sun explodes at night time.

For all we know, There's nothing changed.

Look in your eyes.

Your world's away.

Where art is love, there's science.

A million miles, a thousand minds.

Now our world's...