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Who are you?
You okay?
Don't I look okay?
If you were any thinner you wouldn't exist.
No!
Trevor?
You still got a half-hour.
I could fix you some eggs.
I'm tired. But thanks.
Let's go, monkeys. Watch your work, not your ass.
Come on, guys. Keep it moving.
Yessuh, Mistah Tucker! Mutha-Fucker.
Hey! Why's this machine down?
-Maintenance. -Takes seven minutes to power-up that mill.
Where am I gonna make up that seven minutes, Miller?
- From your paycheck? - Back off, Tucker.
You know it's against regulations.
What "regulations"?
Lockout devices must be in place
during the cleaning and maintenance of all heavy machinery." OSHA, 1989.
Yeah?
Write your congressman. And hurry that up.
Congratulations, Reznik.
You just made my Shit List.
She's copping his joint.
He starts tellin' her "baby this" and "baby that",
chattin' her up like motherfuckin' Barry White.
Tellin' her what he wants to do,
and how he's gonna make the coochie feel and all that.
- That's right. - So dig.
She's stops, she looks up at him with these big puppy dog eyes
and she's all: "that sounds good puppy but me no have no coochie..."
And the brother's like: "Say what?"
And he looks down and sees that she is really a he!
Man, that's bullshit.
You telling me the ho's wearing a thong
and the fool can't tell the difference?
She had a tuck job, man! Come on, Jonesy. You know how they do it!
- You might. I don't. - Yeah, wathever...
Ei, Reznik? You up for some cards tonight?
Can't. Got plans.
Shit. Nigga says the same damn thing every poker night.
What's up with you, man? You used to be all right.
He used to hang but he ain't been all right.
You may not realize this, but some men prefer the company of women.
Who? Howdy Doody?
He don't get no booty.
Maybe he's got himself a date with the Tuck Job.
Nah. Your mother said she couldn't make it.
Reznik talk...
You okay?
Don't I look okay?
If you were any thinner you wouldn't exist.
What's wrong?
I don't know. Deja vu?
You're tired. You need to sleep.
- How do you do it? - What?
Sleep so little and still look so good.
Are you flirting with me?
Commiserating.
- Trying to fatten me up? - What if I am?
Suppose I wanted blueberry?
You had that last night.
You don't fool me, Trevor Reznik. I have you figured out.
You do, huh?
What else do you know about me?
That you're lonely.
When you work graveyard as long as I have,
you get to know the type.
Hey. Everyone gets lonely, Trevor.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
How can I be lonely when I have you to keep me company?
Trevor Reznik.
Furman's office. Now.
How you doing, Reznik?
What's this about?
Frankly, I'm concerned about you.
To be honest, I think you look like toasted shit.
I've had a lot on my mind lately.
- Anything we could help with? - No. Thanks.
- It's nothing I can't handle. - Want to see the doctor?
That's not necessary. I'm fine. Really.
Are you doin' drugs, Reznik?
- Where's the shop steward? - He couldn't make it.
I shouldn't even be in here without a union rep.
- See what I mean? - Look, Trevor.
I understand how you feel. Believe me.
But there's absolutely nothing to worry about.
- Then I'll just get back to work. - Trevor.
Not yet.
I have to ask you for a U.A.
Looks like rain.
Radio says it's a storm's on the way.
Guess they're right.
I'd say it's already here.
You on the 1st shift?
- Yeah. - Me too.
That's funny. I've never seen you before.
I've been here.
I work in the pit.
Just picked up Reynolds' shift.
Where's Reynolds?
Feds picked him up.
Old warrant.
I'm lvan.
Trevor.
Well,
I guess I better be getting back.
I hear that Tucker guy can be a real prick.
You heard right.
I'll see you around.
What's wrong?
I just want to lie here.
We could do that.
I'm so tired.
You could fall asleep if you want. Off the meter.
That's the problem. I can't sleep.
Nothing helps.
Don't worry about it, honey.
Everyone gets insomnia now and then.
Stevie.
I haven't slept in a year.
Jesus Christ.
I tried Him, too.
Sorry.
Hello?
Yeah.
I can't talk right now.
Ok.
My ex.
He's a fucking psycho.
Trevor, I'm worried about you.
Don't worry.
No one ever died of insomnia.
I hope not.
You're my best client. I can't afford to lose you.
Gee, thanks.
Reznik.
I need a hand!
I'm trying to get this bed leveled here. Help me.
- Safety on? - Yeah.
How's that?
No. Still off.
That any better?
Do your sleeping on your own time. I need some help.
Better. But not level. Try the other side.
Bitch of machine...
What'd you do?
I'm hang up here! Kill it!
- C'mon, kill it. - It's not working.
Shit!
It's not working.
- Hit the breaker! - What?
Use the foot brake!
We need some help over here!
Holy shit!
What happened here?
For chrissake, Tucker! Call an ambulance!
What the fuck happened here!
I was helping him level the mill. I thought the safety was on...
You thought?
Somebody kill that fucking machine!
Jesus Christ.
Shit.
Hello, Mrs. Shrike. I've come with the rent.
And so early! Oh, Mr. Reznik,
I wish all of my tenants were as considerate as you.
I'll give you a receipt in the morning.
Goodnight, Mr. Reznik.
Mrs. Shrike... Forgive me, but,
have you noticed anyone hanging around my apartment?
- Has there been a burglary? - No! No, nothing like that.
I was just wondering if you've...
you know...
noticed anything unusual lately?
Unusual...?
Never mind, Mrs. Shrike.
Sorry to disturb you so late.
Good night.
What we know is this.
One.
Miller was operating the mill in long sleeves.
Two. Miller's arm was in the cutting zone of the mill
while it was off.
Three. The mill suddenly activates,
catching Miller's sleeve, resulting in this.
What's the fucking point?
These accidents are never pretty, Mr. Reznik.
It's our job to investigate these events from every possible angle,
so that we might prevent their recurrence.
So we'd appreciated it if you would be a bit more cooperative.
I knocked into the fucking activator. By mistake.
What caused the mistake, Mr. Reznik?
- I was distracted. - By what?
What "distracted" you?
It was lvan. I was watching lvan in the pit.
The whole thing was my fault. Okay?
Who did you say?
The new arc welder. I don't know his last name.
What new arc welder?
lvan. The guy from the swing-shift.
Reynolds was picked up on a warrant and this guy took his place.
What the fuck are you talking about, Reznik?
Reynolds is right over there in the pit, as usual busting his ass!
There is no "lvan" at National Machining, Reznik.
What is this...?
Mr. Reznik, have you recently suffered any head injuries?
Ever hear of pumpkin pie?
Nope.
- Trevor? - Yeah?
- Can I ask you a question? - Sure.
Why do you go out of your way to come here every night?
Is it out of the way?
An airport? For coffee and pie?
Suppose I went to Denny's.
Suddenly I get an overwhelming urge to skip town.
Could I do that at just any diner?
Is someone chasing you?
Not yet.
But they will when they find out who I am.
Oh, really? Who are you?
Can you keep a secret?
To the grave.
I'm Elvis Presley.
I ran away from home to pursue my blue collar aspirations.
I thought you looked familiar...
Got plans for Mother's Day?
I'm taking my little boy to the amusement park.
It's supposed to be my day, yet he gets all the fun.
That's okay, when he's older I'll let him make it up to me.
A little guilt goes a long way.
- How about you? - Cemetery.
- Oh. I'm sorry. - Thanks.
I lost mine, too.
Still hurts.
I'm not too good at losing family.
Who is?
What's weird is it didn't hit me till I picked out her burial dress.
I pictured her buying it...
not knowing it would.
You know, be the one...
seems unfair, doesn't it?
Not knowing things like that?
How about spending the day with me and Nicholas after the cemetery?
Sounds dreamy.
Hey, Reynolds? What'd the Feds want you for?
Armed robbery.
Yeah? Me and Jackson had you pegged as a pedophile. Right, Jackson?
Probably guilty of that too.
Hey, I don't see what's so fucking funny.
Y'all clownin' the motherfucker like it's some big joke.
Well it ain't!
Personally, I don't feel too comfortable workin' with you.
You make me nervous.
You look like shit. Actin' all crazy.
What's up with you?
Nothing's up with me. It was an accident.
And I'm the one who's gotta live with it. Not you.
You ain't hearin' me, man.
Nobody wants you here.
Nobody.
See you tomorrow.
Howdy, partner!
You gotta go back to the shop. Tucker needs to see you.
What about?
I don't know. But it seemed important.
Well, it'll have to wait. It's Miller time!
We need to talk.
Follow me.
C'mon.
Another bourbon.
Make it a double.
You shooting coke or something?
You look like a dope fiend to me. No offense.
I don't use drugs. Normally I don't even drink.
How about abnormally?
I see Reynolds is back to work.
Yeah. Guess he made bail.
Tell you one thing. Whatever he did,
- he sure ain't coppin' to it. - Would you?
Never trust a con, cowboy.
They don't get through life being honest.
Where they hiding you these days?
Around.
Wanna see something?
Look at that.
Lost 'em on the lathe.
Took the big toe from my left foot and the pinkie from my right.
That's why I walk with a gimp.
Can't shuffle cards like I used to but...
the ladies sure like it.
You look like you've seen a ghost!
Funny you should say that.
The guys at work don't think you exist.
That's why I can't get a raise!
According to Tucker, you aren't even on the payroll.
You believe that?
Why would they lie?
They'rejust having a little fun with ya.
I'm not laughing.
Quit fucking around. A man lost his arm. He could've died.
That's not my problem.
You caused the accident,
not me.
Where you going?
To take a leak.
You wanna watch?
I'll be right back. Don't disappear on me.
Son of a bitch.
Hello.
Reynolds. It's Trevor.
What time is it?
How they biting, Reynolds?
- You're drunk, Reznik. - The game's over.
I got proof on you
and I'm gonna use it.
You better watch your fucking ass, buddy, before you lose it.
Trevor.
I need to see you, Stevie.
Well, Jesus. Trevor. I mean I'm not exactly alone...
Please, Stevie. I think I'm falling apart.
Why don't you come back in an hour?
No. I need to see you now.
In case of something happens, I need someone to know.
Gimme a minute.
I appreciate you making time for me. You're the only one I can talk to.
It's my pleasure.
Most guys don't come here for my conversation.
Something's happening to me, Stevie.
Some kind of plot.
There was an accident at the shop.
A man was nearly killed thanks to me.
Now the guys at work are against me.
They want me out. I can't blame 'em.
It's the way they're going about it.
Their eyes. Their little games...
What?
E-R.
T-U-C-K-E-R.
Trevor?
Tucker?
Maybe you're taking this accident thing a bit too hard.
I mean,
if they wanted you out
they'd just fire you.
I'm not worried about being fired.
Then what are you worried about?
I don't know yet.
- There you go. Made to order. - Thank's.
Surprise!
Gotcha. That one's going on the frigde.
Here. Let me get one of you and Nicholas.
By the carousel.
Just a minute.
Okay. Ready.
Smile.
It helps to push the button.
Trevor? What is it?
This place.
- Brings back memories. - Good memories I hope.
Yeah.
I haven't been here since I was a kid.
My ex.
Probably calling to wish me a happy Mother's Day.
Could you...?
Yeah... No sweat.
I'll take Nicholas for a ride.
Thanks.
Hi!
How long have you known my mother?
About a year.
How'd you meet her?
Well, we just kind of met...
- Are you gonna see her again? - I hope so.
- Would you like that? - I guess so.
Wanna know a secret?
What?
My father left us when I was your age.
Wanna know something else?
It made me realize what a wonderful mother I had.
You'll realize that too someday.
What's that?
It's a ride.
"Route 666." What's it mean?
Well, a route is a road you take when you're on a long journey.
Can we go on it?
Well, Nicholas, maybe we should wait for your mother.
What for?
Looks like someone had a bad cracked up.
Filler up cowboy!
Won't be eating there anytime soon, eh, Nicolas?
Look at that!
You should close your eyes, Nicolas.
Jesus...
- Boy, this is one heck of a ride. - Yeah.
Shady Lady.
Oh, my God!
Stop!
A right Nicolas.
A right! A right!
Nicholas.
Nicholas!
I need some help here!
Somebody get a doctor!
Hang on, Nicholas. I'm going for help.
Nicholas!
I swear to god, I don't know what happened.
He's epileptic. I should've told you.
- I'll call an ambulance. - No. It'll pass.
It's okay, baby.
This hasn't happened for a while.
I didn't think to mention it.
I could kill myself for taking him on that ride.
It's okay. It's not your fault.
He won't even remember it.
It'll be as if nothing ever happened.
Wanna come in?
I think you could use a drink.
I hope wine's okay with you.
It'll work.
What good is a home if you can't relax in it!
I'll have to remember that.
Trevor, can I ask you something?
Should my lawyer be present?
Why are you always leaving me such generous tips?
Do I?
Twenty dollars for coffee and pie?
And entertainment.
Entertainment?
You.
Trevor, you don't have to buy my companionship.
Sorry.
It wasn't meant that way.
If you really want to spoil me,
take me to the movies sometime.
It's a deal.
My goodness. There must be a hole in this glass.
I'll get it.
- You wait on me enough. - Thanks.
It's the last door on the left!
Reznik.
I want you on the Swansea Lathe today.
Where's Sanchez?
That's an irrelevant question, Reznik. I'm asking you.
Shit!
If there is anything we can do for you let us know.
Thank you, Mr. Furman.
See him out.
Who it is, Vampire Miller.
- You're okay? - Good, good.
- You be easy. - Yeah, man. Take it easy.
My god, Miller.
Where do I begin?
Don't sweat it, kid. There's nothing to say.
I wish there was someway to repay you.
For a start give me your left arm.
In fact, that's why I came by. Right, Tucker?
Fair is fair.
We're just razzin' you, Reznik.
You can keep your arm. And I'll keep my settlement.
Hell, most guys would give an arm and a leg
for a deal like this. I guess you can call me lucky.
Well,
Miller, if there's anything I can do...
Forget it. No hard feelings, huh?
See you around, pal.
Jump the line.
Somebody help me.
Who did it?
One of you threw the fucking breaker!
Or was it all of you?
- Cool your heels, man. - Was it you?
Or you? Was it you?
Nobody did shit, you asshole! You're imagining things again!
Yeah? Have you been fishing with lvan lately, Reynolds?
Let's see you talk your way out of this one!
Where is it?
What a fuck now, Reznik?
Get him off me!
You're through, you fuck!
Pack up your shit, get outta here, you're fired!
Motherfucker's crazy.
You lost it, man.
Damn it, where is it?
Asshole.
What the fuck did you do with it?
Idiot.
Fuck you! Get out!
Hey.
What...
It's an occupational hazard.
So, Trevor,
you gonna rescue me from this miserable life or what?
Y'know,
I could give it up for the right guy...
Boy did that come out wrong.
What I mean is...
I'd y'know,
stop hooking...
if you wanted me to.
I mean there's a lot of lesser paying gigs out there, right?
I think I would like that.
- Mr. Reznik! - I'm sorry.
I thought you were somebody else...
You gave me such a scare.
What are you doing in my apartment?
There's a leak in my ceiling. It's coming from your apartment.
That's impossible.
- I was going to leave a note. - A note?
- What kind of note? - About the leak...
What's that terrible smell?
There's no leak in this apartment. Now if you'll excuse me.
- Are you sure you're all right? - Yes, I'm sure.
If you need anything, please call first.
Miller...
Miller!
Eh, Reznik!
Pleasant surprise.
- We need to talk. - Take a look at this.
Picked it up at Grossman's. Top of the line.
That's enough yard work for one day, dear.
I need to be doing something.
I can't be watching soap operas all day.
The lawn will be here tomorrow.
But you won't if you don't listen to the doctor.
Margie, this is Reznik.
The man who cost me an arm.
How do you do, Mrs. Miller?
I've been better, Mr. Reznik.
Is there someplace we can talk?
Check it out.
Ain't she a beauty?
8 cylinders.
Magnasteer Speed-sensitive steering.
ABS braking with road-texture detection.
Prevents lock up, helps you maintain control in an emergency.
'Course she's an automatic.
I really wanted a manual transmission,
but I figured my shifting wouldn't be so hot.
You know I'm not at National anymore. Right?
Yeah. I heard about that. Sounds like you nearly lost one, too.
Don't you find that a bit ironic, Miller?
Ironic?
Sorry, kid, but I left school in the 8th grade.
I'll break it down for you, Miller.
Moments after you left the shop,
someone powered up my machine with my arm in it.
- I nearly got killed. - Accidents happen.
It was no accident.
Accidents happen out of negligence.
This happened out of spite.
- That's some vocabulary, kid. - Spite.
Ill-will. Vengeance. Vengeance means revenge, Miller.
I'm sure you know what "revenge" means, don't you?
I'm on to you, Miller. Despite your stupid jokes
you secretly blame me for the accident.
New car or not, you despise me for it.
How'd you get into my place?
Duplicate key? Credit card? What?
Fuck you, Miller!
This shit's gonna stop!
Get off my property, punk.
Bastards.
Shit.
C'mon!
7-4-3-
C-R-N. 743CRN.
743CRN.
What?
Shit!
Fuck.
Fuck!
I'm sorry, sir,
but we don't provide motorist information to the general public.
I'm not a member of the general public. This guy's a friend of mine.
You don't know your friend's address?
We just met. I don't know him that well.
Sir, this is the DMV. Not a dating service.
Look, l just want to talk to him.
I'm sorry, sir, but I can't help you unless a crime has been committed.
Has a crime been committed?
Please. I wouldn't ask if it weren't extremely important.
Sorry, sir. No crime, no information.
What if I told you I was hit by this car?
I don't see any bruises.
If you did would you give me an address?
No. But the police might.
What is it, sweetie? Tired?
You want to go take a nap? We're almost home.
I want to report a hit-and-run.
Bring it back when you're finished.
- Fill it out over there. - Thanks.
Mr. Reznik?
Are you sure about these plate numbers?
743 CRN. That's the one.
- Have you ever had a car stolen? - No. Why?
Because the car that allegedly hit you was your own.
1965 Red Pontiac Firebird.
Registered in your name.
Nearly a year ago you reported it as being totaled in a wreck.
Do you realize it's a felony to file a bogus police report?
Wait a minute. I think you have some explaining to do.
Jesus, Reznik!
We just want to talk to you!
Reznik! Reznik!
Reznik!
Trevor?
Oh, my god.
Trevor. What happened?
Trevor. Tell me.
How the hell did it happen?
I was crossing the street.
The light changed on me.
Did he stop?
No, he just keep going.
Fucking hit-and-run drivers.
They ought to be hanged.
It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention.
Trevor, I got to get you to a hospital.
You may have some internal injuries.
- They're just bruises. - You see this?
This is a bruise.
That is a train wreck. All right?
What is it with you and doctors anyway? Don't you trust anyone?
I trust you.
Now I know you're crazy.
Can I stay here tonight?
Baby, you can stay here every night.
You know that.
What?
What's going on in that crazy head of yours?
I really want this to work, Stevie.
But...?
You know so little about me.
What if I turn into a werewolf or something?
I'll buy you a flea collar.
Hello.
- Stevie? - Yeah?
Thanks.
I set out some clean clothes for you. You're stuff's not dry yet.
Do you always keep men's clothes lying around?
Some regulars like to keep a clean change of clothes here.
I'll probably just throw them out now, right?
A perfect fit.
Yeah! Trevor, I don't have a size 26 waist here.
How about that idea?
I could get a job selling menswear.
Those tricks get paid vacations, too.
I could settle for that.
It's not a bad life.
It could be worse. You know what else I want to do?
I want to clean up this place
and get rid of all that fucking junk.
Probably looks like I'm a terrible housekeeper,
which I sometimes am, but I can be also very organized.
I'd do more of that.
I would love to paint the place.
Just make it nice, be organized
and neat and paint it white...
It'd be nice to have a white, beautiful place
and... a decent stove.
It's not a lot to ask.
Well, don't look so surprised.
Even a call girl scramble an egg.
It's funny I never did this for a guy before...
even cook for my husband.
Jesus Christ.
Where is he?
Who?
You know who.
- Trevor...? - Don't.
Jesus, Trevor. What's wrong?
This! lvan!
He's your ex, isn't he?
- What? - Why's he doing this?
It's because I'm fucking you, isn't it!
Now it makes sense. I'm fucking you!
So he's fucking me! Where is he?
Hiding in the closet? Beneath the bed?
I don't know what you're talking about, baby...
Don't "baby" me!
"Yeah, baby!
I'll change my whole fucking life for you!
I'll do anything you want, baby!"
You know what? I don't deserve this...
What'd you do?
Slip this from my wallet while proposing to me?
Fuck you! You left that in my tip jar the other night.
- Bullshit! - I thought you wanted me to have it!
Cut the crap, Stevie!
What's the big deal about a goddamn picture?
They say the guy in this photo doesn't exist. This says he does.
I don't understand what the fuck are you talking about.
I'm talking about your ex! lvan!
Who?
This guy standing next to you with the fish?
I am not in that photo.
I'm looking at a picture of you
standing next to some fat guy with glasses holding a fish.
It's not me!
Trevor.
It's you. Look.
You lying whore.
Get the fuck out, you fucking freak!
You bet a fucking will,
- you fucking whore! - You fucking freak!
Now I know why you're so afraid of doctors!
'Cuz you're a fucking psycho!
My ex, the fucking psycho...
- Hello. - Baby...
...fucking psycho...?
Where is Maria?
- Who? - You know who.
Maria. My waitress.
My. You're chatty tonight.
Darling. I'm your waitress...
What's going on here? I've never seen you before.
What are you talking about?
You come in here every night... sitting on that same stool...
staring at your coffee.
To be honest, I was starting to think you were a mute.
I want to see Maria.
Mister. There is no Maria that works here.
Is everybody in on it?
Let's have a laugh on Trevor, is that it?
Whatever lvan's paying you, he's wasting his money.
Go home, mister.
Get some sleep.
Don't forget your Post-lts.
Christ, Stevie.
How could you?
Nicholas?
You ougth to pay your utility bills, Partner.
You know how difficult is shaving in the dark?
What have you done with Nicholas?
What have I done with Nicholas?
Nicholas?
He can't hear you now, pal.
Come off it. You know he's dead.
You ought to see someone about that...
faulty memory of yours, pal.
Might make your life a little easier.
By the way,
I love the little notes you leave yourself.
The one on the refrigerator just kills me...
Where's your hospitality, partner?
God!
People might get the wrong idea.
Who are you?
It looks you have some explaining to do, partner!
I know who you are!
Going somewhere, Mr. Reznik?
Yes, Mrs. Shrike. I'm moving.
I didn't receive notice.
Your lease requires you to give 30 days notice in writing...
It wasn't planned. Something came up.
You can keep my security deposit.
I won't be needing it anyway.
Really, Mr. Reznik.
You used to be such a good tenant.
I just don't understand it...
Isn't that pretty?
Would you care to sell it?
No.
It was my mothers.
I've made arrangements to donate all my things.
A truck will be coming by this afternoon.
Well, if you're just going to give it away...
If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Shrike. I'm in a bit of a hurry.
I'd like to report a hit-and-run.
We're still gonna need to get your statement.
Later.
I just want to sleep.