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Yeah. Family special this week. Mom and Dad sell their souls and the kids are free.

Just give me the name.

Otis Hardwick.

Wow, Otis, you sure know the way to a woman's heart and other parts.

An artist is only as good as his inspiration, baby, and you're a Botticelli angel.

You're a Mona Lisa with a grin.

You're Venus de Milo with arms.

Looking at you is like a glimpse of paradise.

Oh, Otis.

Marcy, get me a beer.

Marcy, goddammit, you hear me?

God damn it!

In my own jacuzzi!

And with a wrinkled old geezer. Wrinkled?

Maybe I've been in the water a little too long.

Carl, come on, please.

You bastard.

I'll teach you to screw around with my wife. This is Carl.

Oh, my God.

You gave him a heart attack.

You killed him.

Shut up.

I didn't kill him.

He's faking.

He's gonna come up for air.

Okay.

Any second.

Any second.

Oh, my God.

We better call the police.

Tell them one of our guests is dead.

Heart attack.

There's nothing like that first cigarette after a good resurrection.

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by the 14th century, I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan. He was a monk back then, so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right bait, you can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work for me. He became a collector.

Then recently he made me the most interesting proposal

he wants to seek salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try.

For now.

Okay, guys, let's see him.

Three nines.

What? Nice.

Is that your mom's cell phone?

Well, guys, looks like that's another one for me. Is it?

Yeah, it is.

You got a problem with that? Well, that depends.

On what?

Yeah, I'm a lucky bastard, but you've won every hand,

so either you're a luckier bastard than I am, or you're cheating.

Who the hell are you? I was told a man named Otis Hardwood plays here on Thursdays.

Yeah, that's him, but you're gonna have to wait till I'm done with him.

You play poker all day, you break even, you've had a good day.

Now it's time for a smoke.

Shall we?

If I owe you any money, now would be a pretty good time to collect.

Mr. Hardwick, I'm hearing about the bargain you made ten years ago. Oh, yeah?

Well... What are you doing?

I'm getting ready for you to take me.

Okay, I'm ready.

You are.

Son, I made up my mind a long time ago to have fun in this life

and suffer in the next one rather than the other way around.

I'm not here to collect. I'm here to help you find a way out.

Get out of going to hell?

If you make amends.

Oh, damn, son.

This gotta be the most beautiful gift anyone ever gave me.

Yeah, well, I mean, let's go get drunk and celebrate. We only have 48 hours.

We'll just get a little bit drunk.

I don't know.

They must have made this stuff stronger when I wasn't looking.

Tell me about your milk.

Guess how old I am.

60? I'll be 81 in March.

I was 70 when I made the deal, and I look better now than I did then.

Even my insides are younger. I had a huge operation right after I made the deal.

They took care of some cancer, heart disease, stuff like that.

Look at this.

Look at that.

Cut me from zipper to gullet.

Replaced my heart and liver. Couple of kidneys for all I know.

I feel like a million bucks.

So you sold your soul for... Ten more years, yeah.

How did the devil come to you?

I was out having a good time.

And if memory serves, I just had a very rousing

conversation with four gentlemen in a bar.

I was not feeling my best.

In fact, I was pretty sure that I was going to die.

I tell my soul for just a little more time. When he offered me the deal, I thought,

The kind of life I led, I'm gonna go to hell anyway, you know. Mr. Hardwick.

Otis.

Don't be formal. Call me Otis.

Otis.

The devil's deals work by moving luck around.

You get good luck, and someone else gets bad luck to make up for it.

Glad I didn't know that. That's kind of depressing.

Can you think of anyone who...

Why your deal? A wife?

Children? Friends?

No, I've never been married. Don't have any kids.

I never even really had any friends of any duration. In fact,

I'd say that at the time I made my bargain,

there wasn't a soul in the world who knew or cared whether I lived or died.

But if I were to be completely honest, which is something I generally try to avoid,

but I'd have to admit that there's quite a few people

that I've caused some trouble to since I made my deal. Like who?

Well...

The proprietor at the hotel I stayed at last night, for instance.

I guess you could say I trespassed on his private property.

But I don't know how open he's going to be to

a sincere apology. It's a place to start.

Okay, let's go.

What about your lunch?

I'll drink it on the way.

When I got to work today, I thought I'd have my cell phone at home.

He must have taken it out of my bag.

Do you think he was trying to say something?

He was going to talk?

I don't know. I mean, he's an elective mute.

There's nothing wrong with his vocal cords. He could talk.

At first I thought he was just playing with your phone,

but he looks so intense. And he also had this.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, what can I do for you guys?

How many nights would you like?

You were the one from the jacuzzi.

Otis Hardwick. I don't think we were formally introduced.

You were.

We thought you were dead.

Sorry about that.

I don't have much practice with apologies,

but I think one is probably in order with regards to Marcy, your wife. Marcy.

Not that you can blame me, really, Amish.

She's a very good-looking young woman, and she's like she was alone,

making my bed in the hotel room when I go in.

She's got that eagerness to chat that comes with spending too much time alone.

Plus there's the disappointment of being married

to someone who isn't very nice to her.

Plus, who underperforms in the sack? Well, that's what she said. I don't know.

Maybe she was just trying to make conversation.

We have a couple of drinks, one thing leads to another,

and then we're in the jacuzzi. Now, I don't have a bathing suit. So, I mean,

that's another topic of conversation. And then there's those amazing breasts.

I'm gonna kill you!

What Otis is trying to say is that he's sorry. Sorry.

And if you'll just let him breathe, I'm sure

he'll say it better. I'm gonna kill you.

I was hardly an apology. No, I told you I didn't have much practice.

You've never apologized before. The situation's never come up.

I move a lot. This is not a good beginning. We only have 48 hours,

and the only person you've tried to make amends

to is unconscious. Well, whose fault is that?

Carl?

What was that noise?

Hi, Marcy.

Carla and I were just talking.

You killed him? No, no. He was a little excited, and my son calmed him down.

You were dead.

I saw you.

Well, I wasn't actually completely dead.

You play possum?

I defended you.

I told Carl somebody must have come and taken the body.

Carl was really embarrassed when the cops came, and then he took it out on me.

You used me, and then you left me here with him.

Well, no, I don't think that's the right word, Margie,

because you were enjoying yourself.

You think that's funny?

Think it's gonna be funny when he wakes up? Huh?

What do you think he's gonna do to me then, huh?

Yes, I think you better calm down.

You ruined my life!

Oh, wait a minute, Marcy. Maybe this is a good thing. A brand new start.

A whole new...

Otis, I have to get you help. If you die before

the portal comes. No, please. Just stay.

This is gonna leave a scar.

I don't understand. This has happened before?

Oh yeah.

I figured it out a couple of months into the deal.

I got shot, owed a guy money, and I couldn't pay him.

But you see, the thing is, because I made my deal for ten more years of life,

I don't think I can die without breaking the deal,

so I started using it as a painless way to get out of trouble.

It's not as painless as it used to be.

Well, I guess I kind of made a mess here tonight.

I'm not sure we're on the right track.

What was going on before the night you made your deal?

Drinking, smoking, gambling, as much sex as I could fit in between.

What if we don't have any personal connections to follow? I mean,

finding the bad luck that balanced your deal is going to be next to impossible.

Isn't there anyone that sticks out when you think about your past?

Well, uh, yeah.

This was a pretty good year, 1949.

I worked in a logging camp up in Lillooet.

They took this the day I won the tree-cutting contest.

This here was my best friend, Bill Diggs.

This young lady here was Ruthie, Ruth Webberton.

She worked in the office up there, and she was the sweetest, sassiest,

nicest person I ever met before or since.

She was my lover and my best friend. We had some good times together.

How did it turn out?

I left her.

Left her flat.

Took off in the middle of the night without leaving a forwarding address.

I had to.

I would have married her if I stayed.

Do you know where she is now?

Yeah, she has a store on Main Street.

Never have had a chance to get over there and say hi.

In over 50 years? Okay, I think we better go see her in the morning. Well,

this was way before I ever met the devil.

You sure this is necessary?

We have to follow up on what we know.

Yeah, what am I worried about? It was decades ago. I mean,

Ruthie's not going to hold a grouch.

I'll just part with you, you lying, shitless weed.

No good.

I think my life is going to kill me.

You've been trying. Shit.

Stop.

Well, except for a few gray hairs,

you're still that same pretty little girl that hired me onto that logging camp.

Well, I sure look older than you. Time just favors men, I guess. Yeah.

Figures you'd still be so damn handsome.

I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner, Ruthie.

Oh, hell, forget it, Otis.

Truth is, I ought to thank you.

Let's face it, Otis, my life would have been crap if you'd stuck around.

But after you left, it kind of forced me to fend for myself.

So I left the backwoods and come down here.

Found myself a nice fella.

Benny and me had 47 good years together. Raised three kids.

Oh, it's been a life, you know, ups and downs.

Benny's gone now.

Neighborhood's not what it used to be.

One of my grandkids is sick, but he's on the mend.

All in all, I have to say I've been lucky. Damn lucky.

In fact, you running out on me was just about

the biggest favor anybody ever did for me.

So, thank you. Is this your son?

No, ma'am. Just a friend.

Now I've just tried to kill you.

Can I offer you some coffee?

No, thanks, Ruthie. We're in a hurry. We've got a lot of things to do.

I just wanted to say hi.

Well, another time then.

You all right?

Yeah.

Wish I was drunk.

Too drunk to think about what I'm thinking about. Which is?

I make a deal for 10 more years,

and haven't done anything worth doing with the first

70 I've already had. I mean, look at Ruthie.

She's had a husband, kids.

What have I done?

Kept a couple of distilleries and tobacco companies in the black.

There's got to be something else, right? I mean, I'm sure there is.

I just can't think of it at the moment.

It'll come to me.

Come on.

Why don't you tell me more about your friend?

What was his name?

Bill Diggs.

What happened to him?

We got liquored up one night and broke into the supervisor's

safe and made off with like $300 or something and...

I don't even know whose idea it was.

We both kind of put each other up to it, you know?

Anyway, it wasn't 20 minutes, and we were fighting over money.

I hit him over the head with a piece of boom chain and knocked him out cold.

Grabbed it all and ran.

I've been running ever since.

I guess you could say that that little incident kind of

knocked me off the rails for a life in polite society.

That's why I ran out on Ruthie without saying goodbye.

I couldn't marry her, being an outlaw and everything. I couldn't make that her life.

Is Deke still alive? I don't even know for sure if he was alive when I left him.

He was bleeding pretty bad.

I think we should try to track him down.

He's the only lead we've got left.

I've been trying to track down Bill Diggs for most of my entire life.

What makes you think you can do it in one day?

Hey, Dad.

I didn't see you come in.

Where's Mom?

She's not coming.

Why not?

I flew out alone because...

I thought it'd be easier that way.

Easier for who?

There's been a lot of water under the bridge since we've seen you,

and there's some things I want to say. Maybe some harsh things.

Let me guess. Mom wants her valium back, and I didn't make my bed before I ran away.

Don't make light of it.

You have things to answer for.

Who doesn't? Why don't we sit?

I reserved us a booth.

Listen, we don't have to stay here. We can go someplace nice.

I work here.

I don't need a discount.

Get a discount.

You're not paying.

Thought you were going out to buy some food.

Well, the prospect of eternal damnation kind of spoils my appetite a little.

Do you mind if I watch TV? Yes.

Drink up, my fine friends, and I'll sing you a song.

Of a place by the river all the lovers have gone.

Whiskey is flowing, barmaid by the score.

You're not finding anything, are you? Not yet.

So it's true.

Bill Diggs died that night.

And I'm a murderer on top of everything else.

I killed my best friend.

What do you want?

Having trouble digging up the old fart's secrets? Hmm?

Things do tend to get buried when they bargain for a long life.

Most of them get more out of it than he has.

You have to admit, his little discovery about resurrecting himself was interesting.

The last person I bargained with who figured that one out was Will. Let me see.

Was it Jesus?

I got it. If I get my redemption, I know what I'm gonna do.

What's that?

To sign up for another 10 years.

Did you go at this time, don't you see? This is my chance.

To make all the time I've wasted mean something.

This is the chance.

What do you mean?

You mean he fainted?

I don't... Oh, my God.

He won't wake up?

Okay, yeah.

I'll be right there. Okay, all right, all right.

This is great. I feel inspired. You're drunk.

I want to plant a tree.

I want to gladden the heart of a little child.

I want to strip a lonely old woman.

As a matter of fact, I just might keep doing this every ten years.

Then you can come along and save me.

And then you and me can keep hooking up every ten years for eternity.

Oh, God. That hurts.

It hurts like when they made my deal.

Like I never had the operation.

Oh, damn.

Otis, how long did you have to wait before you got your transplant?

I didn't wait at all.

If they did it the next day, I would have died.

You've been searching in the wrong direction.

What do you mean?

I know where we need to go next, but it'll have to wait till tonight.

Well, the first thing we have to do is get you out of here.

I like it.

It's not what I want for my daughter, all right?

What do you want for me?

Maya, you were the best.

The top of your class, the future valedictorian. Everybody said that.

You were smart.

I think so. When I lived at home, I was great.

But now that I live in a dump, I'm nothing.

I didn't say that.

Everything is past tense, Dad. Maya was smart.

Maya was most likely to succeed. What is this?

My eulogy? I'm not dead.

Why are we arguing about this?

Why would you fight me to stay here?

I have a friend here.

Right.

Your friend.

What's his name?

Morgan.

No, he's not a pimp. He's a good guy.

Another pimp.

He wants something from you.

No.

Come on, Maya. I thought living on the streets

would have made you a little less naive.

He's never asked me for anything.

He's always there when I need him.

He's like a father.

Please, he wants to have sex with you.

Isn't that what all fathers want?

You know, on the street, I had the rep of the girl who'd try anything.

I don't want to hear this.

I'd let them do things you can't even imagine. I didn't care.

You know why?

Because nothing they could do to me was as sick as what you did.

Well, if it was so sick, then why didn't you tell me to stop?

I don't know.

I don't know.

It was a bad time.

For both of us.

But we have a chance now.

When you left, your mother was so scared.

Your brothers miss you. Let's not screw this up. We have to think of them. No.

I have to think of me.

You don't know how to take care of yourself.

Well, I'll have to learn.

I can't wait for you to learn. It's a miracle you're not dead already.

Yes, it is.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to walk out, leave you alone?

Remember what happened the last time I did that?

That day, before school, what happened?

You tried to kill yourself.

It's only because I didn't have the guts to kill you.

Donated organs are always in short supply.

People sit on waiting lists for years sometimes, but you only waited 24 hours.

I want to know who else was on the list the day you got your new body parts. Why?

You think I'd bump someone when the devil moved me up the waiting list?

Did you find something?

Everyone on the waiting list for organs at the

time you made your deal eventually got served.

Except for one person.

Jeffrey Linden.

Did he die? He's still here.

In the hospital.

So you don't know when he drew this?

He was already in a coma when they brought him in. That was in his hand.

We had to pry it out.

Heart failure.

By the time they got him on a respirator, there was irreversible brain damage.

I guess he never came back.

Otis, how did you know?

I don't know what?

How did you know I was pregnant when you ran out on me? What?

I met Benny before I had the baby, and he was glad to bring up our son as his own.

Old Benny's dead now, and that son of ours has moved off to God knows where.

So now it's just old Grandma to take care of Jeffrey,

and I come visit him every day.

This is my grandson.

Don't fret, Otis.

I know he's in there somewhere.

I don't care what those doctors say about brain activity and whatnot. He's in there.

And one of these days, he's going to wake up.

In the meantime, I'll get us that cup of coffee, and we can catch up on old times.

Ten years ago, he was just a kid. Oh, my God.

It cost him 80 years just to give me another 10.

But what great years they were, I notice.

Bill Diggs.

No, there is no Bill Diggs.

There never was.

Oh, don't spoil our reunion. Otis and I had

some great times together, didn't we, Odie?

You remember that night you bashed my head in?

What a night that was, huh? And after it was my idea to steal that money.

You put him on the road to hell right from the beginning. Now, now, dear boy.

I might write the invitations, but I don't control who comes to the party, you know?

What if you knew you already had me? Why did you make the deal?

Why did you give me ten more years?

Why did you do this?

Oh, come on, Otis. You never went for dwelling on the past.

So why are you starting now, huh?

Okay, let's talk about your future.

Let's talk about your redemption.

What?

Why is it that you always get to be the good guy? Can I not, just for once,

hand out the goodies? Please? I think we found the harm here, Otis.

And it isn't this little vegetable.

It's Ruth.

Poor girl's been coming here every day for

the past 10 years to visit Mr. Personality.

What a waste, you know?

And she should have been out enjoying the golden years, just like you.

And now you can make that happen, Otis. My redemption is about Ruth.

All you gotta do is unplug the boy, and that'll set her free.

You do that, Otis. I'll re-up you for another ten years, make you look like 40,

and give you an option to Renaud.

Otis.

Think of all the good you can do, Otis. You can make up for everything.

Jeffrey.

Is this life, Otis?

He's in an irreversible coma. No thought, no feeling.

And when Ruth dies, they're going to unplug him anyways.

You're his grandfather, his family.

Let him go.

I can't.

Don't be a fool, Otis.

There is no need to be a hero here.

He doesn't even know you're alive.

I know he's alive.

And I can't take it away from him again.

Or from Ruth.

You always were.

Get out. Get the hell out!

Well, I guess I'll be seeing you in 33 minutes, eh?

Have a nice life, Otis.

Well, Jeffrey, that was your grandpa.

Didn't stay long, that bastard.

But then, he never did.

But I gotta tell you about the first time I met him.

The man had charisma.

You can still change your mind. No, no.

The devil's right. I've never been one to dwell on the past.

I'd rather look forward. You know, I got half an hour.

I might as well enjoy it.

You know, Morgan, you're about the only real friend I got in the world.

You're the only guy that knows what a bastard I've been and stuck with me anyway.

Would you be willing to spend these last few precious moments of my life with me?

Drunk?

I'll sing you a song of a place by the river.