IT'S HARD TO IMAGINE
WE COULD GET ANY CLOSER THAN WE ARE RIGHT NOW.
BUT WE CAN, YOU KNOW.
CLOSER THAN THIS?
YES.
HERE IN MY HEART, JASON,
I COULD FEEL YOUR WARMTH DEEP INSIDE.
YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS?
MY 8-BY-10 MAN?
THIS MOMENT TO LAST FOREVER.
NOW THAT'S A SHAME.
JOE, YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE GUNS IN THE HOUSE.
THIS BETTER NOT BE LOADED,
OR I'LL...
DOCTOR... WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?
I HEARD A GUNSHOT. ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
I'M FINE.
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOUR TELEVISION.
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO ADJUST THE PICTURE.
WE ARE NOW CONTROLLING THE TRANSMISSION.
WE CONTROL THE HORIZONTAL,
AND THE VERTICAL.
WE CAN DELUGE YOU WITH A THOUSAND CHANNELS
OR EXPAND ONE SINGLE IMAGE TO CRYSTAL CLARITY...
AND BEYOND.
WE CAN SHAPE YOUR VISION
TO ANYTHING OUR IMAGINATION CAN CONCEIVE.
FOR THE NEXT HOUR,
WE WILL CONTROL ALL THAT YOU SEE AND HEAR.
YOU ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE THE AWE AND MYSTERY
WHICH REACHES FROM THE DEEPEST INNER MIND
TO THE OUTER LIMITS.
EVEN IN THE MOST INNOCENT OF MINDS,
THERE ARE STILL SECRETS BEST LEFT UNREVEALED.
DAMN, IT'S DAMN COLD OUT THERE TONIGHT.
HEY, WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING STARTING WITHOUT ME?
YOU SAID YOU'D BE HOME BY 5:00.
IT IS 5:00.
IT'S 5 AFTER 5:00.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HEAD?
HEY, BECKA.
BECKA, YOU DEAF? NO.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HEAD?
I JUST BUMPED IT.
BUMPED IT?
YEAH, BUMPED IT... IT'S A BUMP.
THAT SLACK-ASS KENNY DELIVER THE MAIL FOR A CHANGE?
IF YOU MEAN YOUR SPECIAL SWIMSUIT EDITION,
YEAH, IT SHOWED UP.
GAWK AT IT AFTER SUPPER. PUT IT BY YOUR CHAIR.
IT'S COLD.
WELL, YOU'RE LATE.
JUST A BUMP.
YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE TREE, JOE.
PUT IT UP TOO EARLY.
WELL, THEY HAD THE TREE UP TODAY ON MY AFTERNOON STORY.
T.V. PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THOSE THINGS.
COME CHRISTMAS THERE'LL BE MORE NEEDLES ON THE FLOOR
THAN ON THE TREE.
STUPIDER THAN A POST.
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M LOOKING AT?
MAYBE I'M THINKING OF BUYING YOU
A NEW BATHING SUIT FOR CHRISTMAS.
MAYBE A BIKINI,
HEY,
MAYBE I'LL GET YOU A BIRTHDAY SUIT FOR CHRISTMAS.
MAYBE YOU'LL GET THAT.
GET IT?
THAT'S NOTHING.
BECKA.
BECKA... HEY, BECKA.
HEY, BECKA.
YOUR BUMP'S BLEEDING.
THANKS.
YOU OUGHT TO BE CAREFUL ABOUT BUMPING YOUR HEAD.
THAT'S WHERE YOUR BRAINS ARE.
WELL, IT'S JUST A...
WHY DON'T YOU GO SEE DOC FINK?
DOC FINK'S A VETERINARIAN.
HE'S STILL A DOCTOR, AND HE'S $9.00 A VISIT.
I DON'T SEE NOBODY BUT ME
EARNING MONEY AROUND HERE, DO YOU?
SEE HIM, DON'T SEE HIM.
ALL'S I'M SAYING
IS THAT YOUR HEAD IS WHERE YOUR BRAIN IS.
I KNOW THAT.
WELL,
NEITHER RAIN NOR SLEET NOR SNOW.
I'M OFF TO THE P.O.
FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!
YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO MISS OUT.
WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
BOLOGNA SANDWICHES. I KNOW YOU LIKE THEM.
BYE.
BYE-BYE!
BECKA.
WHO'S THERE?
IT'S ME.
ON THE T.V.
THERE'S SOMETHING IMPORTANT I WANT TO TELL YOU.
YOU KNOW YOUR HUSBAND JOE IS
PUTTING THE BOOTS TO THAT HUSSY DOWN AT THE POST OFFICE?
JUST THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW.
LORD... GOD.
LORD.
JUST CALL AN AMBULANCE.
CALL YOURSELF AN AMBULANCE.
BECKA.
YOU BE QUIET!
BECKA, IT'S NOT BLOOD. IT'S RASPBERRY FILLING.
YOU'LL GIVE YOURSELF A HEART ATTACK.
IT'S RASPBERRY FILLING, BECKA.
LOOK, IT'S FROM THE COFFEE CAKE.
WHO ARE YOU?
I'M THE 8-BY-10 GUY.
WELL, GO AWAY.
I'D LOVE TO, BUT I'M STUCK ON THIS DAMN T.V.
DON'T TALK.
PICTURES DON'T TALK.
BECKA, I'M NOT A PICTURE.
I'M JUST SOME GUY THAT CAME WITH THE FRAME.
BECKA, PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS.
BECKA, I'M JUST TRYING
TO TELL YOU ABOUT
YOUR HUSBAND AND NANCY VOSS.
HELLO?
REBECCA, IT'S YOUR DADDY.
DADDY?
PICTURES DON'T TALK, BECKA.
IF YOU THINK THAT PICTURE TALKED,
THEN YOU MUST BE CRAZY!
DADDY, YOU CAN'T BE...
YOU'RE HEARING VOICES IN YOUR HEAD.
NO, DADDY, NOT IN MY HEAD.
IT TALKED RIGHT TO ME.
BECKA!
NO, IT TALKED RIGHT TO ME.
IT'S HAPPENING OUTSIDE OF ME.
I CAN'T DO VENTRILOQUISM.
REBECCA BOUCHARD, I'LL BEAT YOU
THREE SHADES OF BLISTER BLUE
FOR THAT CRAZY TALK.
DADDY, I SWEAR.
ONE SHADE FOR THINKING THE THING.
IT TALKED RIGHT TO ME.
ONE SHADE FOR LYING.
NO, IT'S JUST A BUMP.
ONE SHADE FOR BELIEVING THE LIE.
LOOK FOR YOURSELF.
SEE, IT'S A PICTURE.
YOU'RE CRAZY, BECKA.
WELL, YOU'RE DEAD,
BURIED IN THE GROUND, SO SHUT UP!
SHUT UP!
BECKA PAULSON AS I LIVE AND BREATHE.
HOW LONG'S IT BEEN?
I GUESS SINCE MY CAT OZZY DIED.
YEAH. HOW IS OZZY?
DEAD.
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU TODAY?
WELL, I BUMPED MY HEAD.
YEAH?
WHEN WAS THAT?
DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY.
AND, HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?
ROOTING THROUGH THE CLOSET FOR CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS.
GETTING IN THE SPIRIT FOR CHRISTMAS?
ANYWAYS, JOE SAID I SHOULD COME SEE YOU
'CAUSE YOUR HEAD'S WHERE YOUR BRAINS ARE.
YEAH, WELL, HE'S RIGHT ABOUT THAT.
WELL, LET'S SEE.
ARE YOU HAVING ANY OF THE...
SCHIZOPHRENIC EPISODES?
I LOOKED IT UP.
WELL, ALL RIGHT.
ARE YOU HAVING ANY OF THOSE?
I'VE BEEN HEARING VOICES.
YEAH.
THAT'S SORT OF CONSISTENT
WITH FIRST BREAK PSYCHOTIC EPISODES, ISN'T IT?
YEAH, SURE.
WELL, IT DEPENDS.
WHOSE VOICE WAS IT? WAS IT JOE?
MY DADDY.
YOUR DADDY PASSED AWAY, DIDN'T HE?
THAT DIDN'T STOP HIM
FROM GIVING ME HELL OVER THE PHONE.
BECKA, I HATE TO SAY IT,
BUT THERE ARE KIDS IN THIS COUNTY
WHO THINK THAT KIND OF THING IS COMICAL.
NO, IT WAS HIM.
I REMEMBER HIS VOICE LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY, WHICH IT WAS.
AND WHAT DID HE SAY?
THAT I SHOULDN'T BE HEARING VOICES.
THAT'S KIND OF IRONIC, I MEAN, HIM BEING THE VOICE.
THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.
WELL, LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THAT BUMP.
JUST HOLD STILL.
THATTA GIRL.
YEAH.
THAT LOOKS...
LOOKS MORE LIKE AN INDENTATION
THAN A BUMP PER SE.
NOW WHAT KIND OF CHRISTMAS DECORATION
DID YOU SAY IT WAS?
BIG AND SHINY AND HEAVY.
THAT'S ABOUT ALL THAT COMES TO MIND.
YOU DIDN'T FAINT
OR VOMIT OR ANYTHING?
NO, SIR.
WELL, IT'S HEALING UP PRETTY GOOD.
WELL, THAT'S GOOD.
YEAH, NOW LISTEN, BECKA,
I CAN PUT A FRESH BAND-AID ON,
BUT, I CAN'T REALLY GIVE YOU ANYTHING FOR THE VOICES.
YOU KNOW, BEING A VETERINARIAN,
I CAN'T PROPERLY PRESCRIBE PSYCHIATRIC MEDICATION.
WELL, AS LONG AS YOU SAY IT'S HEALING,
THEN I CAN TELL JOE I'M ON THE MEND.
YEAH.
IF YOUR DEAD DADDY SHOULD CALL YOU AGAIN,
I WANT YOU TO HUSTLE INTO TOWN
AND SEE DOC SIMMONS.
HE CAN FIX YOU UP WITH SOME PROZAC OR...
DOC SIMMONS PASSED AWAY ABOUT A MONTH AGO.
HE WAS CREMATED.
WHAT A SHAME.
HE WAS NEARLY READY TO RETIRE, TOO.
THAT'S A SHAME.
THAT'LL BE $9.00, PLEASE.
SORRY.
HEY, FLO.
HEY TO YOU TOO, BECKA.
LITTLE LAST-MINUTE CHRISTMAS SHOPPING?
LAST MINUTE?
FOR ME, TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE 25th IS LAST MINUTE.
I'M DONE EVERY YEAR BY AUGUST THE 10th.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY.
MY HUSBAND HASN'T REMEMBERED SINCE '89.
ANYWAY, I'M JUST PICKING UP SOME STOCKING STUFFERS.
SAME HERE. STOCKING STUFFERS FOR JOE.
YOUR BOY'S NOT COMING HOME THIS YEAR?
WELL, WE'RE AT ODDS, AND THIS YEAR'S AN EVEN.
SO BYRON'S WITH THE IN-LAWS
INSTEAD OF WITH THE WOMAN WHO BROUGHT HIM INTO THE WORLD.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HEAD?
I BUMPED IT.
NOT TRYING TO COVER A BULLET HOLE, ARE YOU?
DIDN'T SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE BRAIN, DID YOU?
YOUR FACE JUST CAN'T HIDE A SECRET.
NO.
WELL, THAT'S A RELIEF.
ANYWAY... STOCKING STUFFERS.
MEN DO LIKE THEIR TOOLS,
DON'T THEY?
JOE WILL LOVE IT.
GO ON, GET IT.
I GOT ONE OF THEM NINE-IN-ONES FOR KYLE.
HE USES IT DAY IN, DAY OUT.
SHE'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW.
MEN DO LOVE THEIR TOOLS.
GO AWAY!
HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?
I'M THE PERFECT GIFT.
HECK, I'M MORE THAN THAT.
I'M ON SALE.
REBECCA,
YOU WANT ME.
THAT'S A LIE.
HOW CAN YOU NOT WANT TO BUY ONE OF ME
FOR EVERY ROOM IN THE HOUSE?
YOU WANTED TO PUT
BYRON'S SENIOR GRAD PICTURE OVER ME,
BUT YOU COULDN'T BRING YOURSELF TO DO IT.
THERE WAS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT MY FACE.
NOT GOING TO TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER, BECKA.
I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME HOME.
NOW!
THE CASH REGISTER'S TOTALLY BROKEN
AND THE MANAGER'S NOT HERE.
WELL, THAT'S ALL RIGHT, DEAR.
GET OUT YOUR PAPER AND PENCIL.
WE'VE GOT ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD,
HAVEN'T WE, BECKA?
SUCH A SHAME ABOUT JOE PUTTING THE BOOTS TO THAT HUSSY
HE WORKS WITH AT THE POST OFFICE NEARLY EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK.
I MEAN, BECKA, HONEY, YOU MUST FEEL SO UNLOVED.
STEALING INTO THE PHOTOCOPY ROOM,
LOCKING THE DOOR, UNWRAPPING EACH OTHER LIKE HALLOWEEN CANDY,
RUBBING PLACES WOMEN LIKE US
DON'T EVEN KNOW THE PROPER NAMES FOR.
66 COPIES.
THAT'S WHAT IT'S SET FOR... ALL THEY HAVE TIME FOR.
MOUTHS MORE URGENT THAN FIRST-CLASS MAIL.
36.15.
PLUS TAX, THAT'S 38.68.
YOU'RE SURE?
YEAH.
BECKA PAULSON,
I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE SO MATHEMATIC.
SPARE THE DEAR.
HOW MUCH IS MINE?
UM, 25.23 ALL IN.
WELL, ISN'T THAT SOMETHING?
YOU WERE PUTTING WORDS IN HER MOUTH.
IT'S THE GOD'S HONEST TRUTH.
YOU JUST BE QUIET TILL WE GET HOME.
TIME FOR MY AFTERNOON STORY.
I DON'T WANT YOU TALKING DURING THE STORY.
SUCTION.
CLAMP.
THE BULLET'S LODGED IN HER LIMBIC SYSTEM.
WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?
IT ENTERED JUST ABOVE HER EYE,
SLOWED DOWN SIGNIFICANTLY BY THE SKULL,
AND ENDED UP IN HERE.
DEEP WITHIN THE HIPPOCAMPUS,
CENTER OF VIVID EMOTIONS, SEXUALITY,
MEMORY.
SHOULDN'T SHE BE DEAD?
ABSOLUTELY.
BUT IT'S JUST POSSIBLE
THE BULLET COULD IMPROVE HER BRAIN FUNCTION
BY ELIMINATING A TUMOR THAT WAS ALREADY THERE.
YEAH.
MORE THAN THAT,
SHE COULD EXPERIENCE INCREASED INTELLIGENCE,
SEXUAL DRIVE, CREATIVITY, OR IT COULD...
KILL HER.
SHAME...
JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
YEAH.
I NEVER SAW THAT ONE COMING.
SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED AFTER THE NEW YEAR.
WELL, I THINK I'LL GET A SNACK.
YOU WANT SOMETHING?
THAT'S OKAY. I'M FINE.
HI, HON.
LOT OF MAIL GOING THROUGH THAT OFFICE.
THAT'S CHRISTMAS FOR YOU.
WHAT THE HELL'S THIS?
THIS AFTERNOON WHEN I WAS WRAPPING PRESENTS,
IT STRUCK ME THAT THE SUM OF THE SQUARES
OF THE LENGTHS OF THE SIDES OF A RIGHT ANGLE TRIANGLE
IS EQUAL TO THE SQUARE OF THE LENGTH
OF THE HYPOTENUSE.
THAT'S THE PYTHAGOREAN THEORUM, AIN'T IT?
I DON'T KNOW.
HOW'D YOU KNOW?
HIGH SCHOOL GEOMETRY.
IT CAME TO ME WHEN YOU SAID "HYPOTENUSE."
WELL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOOD IT DOES.
I JUST... IT'S THERE.
THOUGHT I'D DISCOVERED SOMETHING.
HONEY, YOU COULDN'T COUNT AS HIGH
AS THE CANDLES ON YOUR CAKE.
HE SHOULD BE THINKING OF YOU THAT WAY.
THE HUSSY?
IS HER BODY LIKE THOSE GIRLS IN THAT MAGAZINE?
NANCY VOSS?
YOU MEAN THE WOMAN THAT JOE'S PUTTING THE BOOTS TO?
I PREFER HUSSY.
FINE,
BUT THAT HUSSY'S 50 YEARS OLD.
TRIM, WELL-KEPT, HANDSOME 50,
DON'T GET ME WRONG.
YOU WANT TO PUT THE SHOES TO HER TOO?
BECKA, I'M AN 8-BY-10.
WHY DOES HE DO IT WITH HER?
BECAUSE YOU DON'T.
I LET HIM.
AW, YOU LET HIM.
THAT'S... THAT'S ROMANTIC.
ALMOST EVERY TIME.
AND WHEN YOU LET HIM,
NOTHING EVER HAPPENS FOR YOU?
NOT EVEN A LITTLE?
YOU DON'T RELISH THE ANIMALISM,
THE SEXUAL CONGRESS WITH ITS GRUNTINGS,
ITS THRUSTINGS?
STOP TALKING LIKE THAT.
THE HUSSY DOES.
NANCY VOSS DOES.
SHE CAN'T GET ENOUGH.
SHE WANTS IT, CRAVES IT.
LOOKS FORWARD TO IT EVERY LUNCH HOUR.
I SAID STOP IT.
WHY?
YOU GETTING TURNED ON?
SOMETHING STIRRING?
LOOK AT JOE.
RIGHT NOW HE'S IMAGINING
THE WOMAN IN THAT MAGAZINE IS NANCY VOSS.
HE'S MY HUSBAND.
THEN YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIM, BECKA.
TAKE WHAT'S YOURS.
SAY IT OUT LOUD.
JOE...
SAY IT, BECKA.
I CAN'T.
SAY IT!
MAKE LOVE TO ME!
JOE, YEAH.
YEAH, JOE.
GET BACK WHERE YOU WERE.
UP, UP.
UP, JOE.
THERE, THERE, THERE, THERE!
WHAT IN GOD'S NAME GOT INTO YOU?
WHAT?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG, BECKA,
BUT I DON'T LIKE IT.
I DON'T LIKE IT AT ALL.
DID YOU GET EVERYTHING?
GOT EXTRA BATTERIES.
FIND EVERYTHING AT DERRY HARDWARE?
HANK BARBER SELL YOU THIS?
HE WAS THERE, YEAH,
BUT I DIDN'T NEED ASSISTANCE.
TELL YOU A FUNNY STORY ABOUT HANK BARBER.
ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO
WHEN HANK WAS A YOUNG BUCK,
HANK HATED HIS BOSS SO MUCH
THAT HE POURED LAXATIVE
INTO THE POOR MAN'S CHOCOLATE AT LUNCH HOUR.
YEAH? WHAT HAPPENED?
RIGHT IN FRONT OF A CUSTOMER,
WHILE HANK'S BOSS WAS DEMONSTRATING
HOW TO INSTALL A NEW WIRE CUTTER
FOR THE WEED WHIPPER...
WHAT DID HE DO TO HANK?
NOTHING.
HANK MANAGED TO HOLD ON TILL PUNCH-OUT TIME, BUT...
I MEANT WHAT DID HE DO TO HANK
THAT MADE HANK DO THAT?
HE WAS JUST MEAN.
JUNKYARD DOG MEAN.
THE WAY JOE CAN BE MEAN SOMETIMES.
YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, DON'T YOU?
THAT'S GREAT.
GETTING A LOT OF IDEAS LATELY, BECKA.
YOU'RE ALMOST READY.
THOSE "D" CELLS ARE EATING UP TOO MUCH JUICE.
MAYBE I'LL GET A MOTORCYCLE BATTERY.
THATTA GIRL.
OKAY, SEVEN CARD STUD.
NOTHING WILD.
JACKS ARE BETTER WHEN THEY'RE OPEN.
ANTE UP.
DID YOU HEAR BOBBY COYOTE GOT LIQUORED UP
MID-SHIFT IN HIS SPLIT SHIFT DAY
AND ENDED UP MAKING TIME AND A HALF.
ALL THE TIME HE'S DRIVING THE PORCELAIN BUS
IN THE RESTROOM.
HE CAN GET AWAY WITH THAT. HE'S UNION.
IF I TRIED THAT DOWN AT THE HARDWARE STORE,
MY BUTT WOULD BE OUT THE DOOR.
A DEUCE, QUEEN,
A NINE.
DEUCES ARE WILD, RIGHT?
NO. 10 FOR THE DEALER.
BITCH'S BET.
THIS HAPPENS EVERY THURSDAY NIGHT?
UNLESS IT FALLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY
LIKE THIS YEAR, THEN THEY RESCHEDULE.
I WONDER IF HE'LL BE RESCHEDULING HIS NOONER
WITH NANCY VOSS?
THE HUSSY?
BLESS YA.
YOU KNOW,
JOE DOESN'T WIN NEARLY AS MUCH AS...
NO, NO, SORRY. GO AHEAD.
AS I WAS SAYING...
HE THINKS HE'S GOD'S GIFT TO THE GAME, I KNOW.
THINGS ARE LOOKING UP FOR THE DEALER.
HE DOESN'T HAVE A STRAIGHT FLUSH.
ARE YOU READING HIS MIND?
NO, ANYBODY WOULD KNOW THAT.
HEY, BECKA... BEER ME.
PEANUTS. AND SOME PEANUTS.
ALL RIGHT.
YOU SURE YOU GOT IT ALL NOW?
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE IT DOWN OR NOTHING.
ALL RIGHT.
PAIR OF DEUCES BETS.
COUPLE DEUCES DON'T BEAT A STRAIGHT FLUSH, THOUGH.
WANNA HEAR SOMETHING FUNNY?
REBECCA'S NOT REAL BRIGHT,
SO SHE PUTS HER CHRISTMAS TREE UP
WHEN THEY DO IT ON HER SOAP OPERA.
A BUCK.
WE KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE THE FLUSH, JOE.
WE'LL SEE... WE'LL SEE.
I'LL SEE YOUR DOLLAR AND I'LL RAISE YOU FIVE.
LET'S SEE IF YOU PUT YOUR MONEY
WHERE YOUR MOUTH'S SUPPOSED TO BE.
ALL RIGHT, I'LL CALL.
CALL.
YOU CAN'T JUST CALL LIKE THAT.
I BET, YOU RAISED, HE CALLED. WHAT YOU GOT?
WHAT DO YOU GOT?
WELL, I DON'T KNOW,
BUT I BET, YOU RAISED, HE CALLED.
YOU KNEW WE KNEW
YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE FLUSH.
I GOT THREE DUECES SHOWING.
WOULD YOU WIPE THAT STUPID SMILE OFF YOUR FACE?
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO PUT SOME DAMN PICTURES
IN THESE DAMN FRAMES?
GOT YOUR PEANUTS.
GUY ALWAYS STARING AT ME GIVES ME THE CREEPS!
SEE HOW IT FEELS TO BE TREATED LIKE DIRT UNDER YOUR FEET?
I'M NOT THE SAME WOMAN I USED TO BE, JOE.
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR TREATING ME LIKE DIRT.
I'M NOT THE WOMAN I USED TO BE,
SO YOU BETTER GET USED TO IT!
OOPS.
I'LL GET MORE.
I MADE SUNNY SIDE UP THIS MORNING.
DON'T FORGET YOUR...
LUNCH.
HI. HOW WAS WORK?
BUSY.
SAME HERE. BUSY BUSY.
WHERE'S SUPPER?
AIN'T IT FRIDAY?
PIZZA NIGHT.
GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
LORD, I GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
YOU ARE DOING SOMETHING.
SHOULDN'T DO THAT.
WHERE IS JOE ANYWAY?
LIKES TO SLEEP MOST SATURDAY AFTERNOONS.
YEAH, OF COURSE.
PUT THE BLACK CLIP ONTO THE RED ONE.
LIKE THAT?
LIKE THAT.
THAT'S MY GIRL.
COULDN'T YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT?
NO.
TOO MANY NIGHTMARES.
DECIDED TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT.
GOOD IDEA.
THINK I'M DONE.
YOU'RE GETTING SO CLEVER, BECKA,
I HARDLY KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOU.
DON'T TELL ME.
BECKA.
BECKA, WARM UP THE T.V. FOR ME, OKAY?
OKEY-DOKEY.
FINISHED WRAPPING THE PRESENTS,
DECORATING,
BAKING AND CLEANING,
FINISHED EVERYTHING. WE'RE READY.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO WARM UP THE T.V.
COULDN'T FIND THE CLICKER.
THOSE DAMN THINGS.
DON'T LISTEN TO HIM. THERE'S A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD.
MY GOD!
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
I'VE SHOT MYSELF IN...
JOE!
JOE, HELP ME!
PERHAPS THE DESCENT INTO MADNESS
IS NOT A SOLITARY JOURNEY AFTER ALL.