(PULSATING AND MYSTERIOUS THEME MUSIC)
(GROWLING)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CLOCK TICKS)
(NIB SCRATCHES)
(CLOCK BELL CHIMES)
(WAVES CRASH)
NARRATOR: They were hungry, of course,
having made their way through their stores of dried meat
and salt fish days ago,
even though carefully, professionally rationed.
- (MAN CALLS INDISTINCTLY) - (TIMBERS CREAK)
To a man, they were expert seamen,
yet no expertise can surmount a sea
that does not wish you to reach shore.
- MAN: Come on! - (MEN CHANT) Heave, ho, heave.
- Until... - Heave, ho, hum.
..finally...
Heave, ho, hum.
Heave, ho, heave.
Heave, ho, hum.
..celebration was cut short.
The land reached was barren, rocky.
No food, no shelter.
Only biting insects and snakes.
When they set off,
they dreamt of the riches they would accumulate,
the fat-breasted women they would send for.
Their dreams changed to bread,
roasted meats.
Even a salad would do.
(EXCLAIMS)
(ARROWS WHINE)
(SHOUTS)
Hah!
(GRUNTS)
Reginn!
NARRATOR: Gods.
They did not yet have a word in their language
for 'miserable'.
They would have to invent one.
It was time to leave this accursed land,
but their sails hung flabby as Grandmother's teat.
The wind did not wish them to leave.
They were becalmed astride hell.
Lucky they knew wind can be reasoned with.
The All-Father could intercede with the wind on their behalf,
but they feared he would not know
to look this far from home.
They would have to MAKE him look.
(MAN GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(BELLOWS)
Aargh!
But still...
..no wind.
(MEN CHANT) Heave, ho.
Heave, ho, hum.
Heave.
(MAN YELLS)
- Heave, ho, hum. - (MAN GRUNTS)
- Heave. - (MAN SCREAMS)
Heave, ho.
Heave. Heave.
(WIND WHISTLES)
It was obvious now what was required.
After all, their god was a war god.
(ALL SHOUT)
(GROWLS)
- (WIND WHISTLES STRONGLY) - (MAN GRUNTS)
(WIND WHISTLES)
They left in a hurry,
not bothering to sew their wounds or burn the dead.
And when they reached their home shores,
not one of them ever set foot in a boat
or spoke of that new world ever again.
Heave, ho, hum.
Over 100 years later,
when Leif the Fortunate, son of Erik the Red,
would rediscover that land,
he found his god waiting...
..along with his war.
(SPECTRAL VOICES CHANT) Heave, ho, hum.
(LOCK BUZZES, GATE OPENS)
MAN: Best thing, only good thing about being in prison,
is the relief.
You don't worry if they're gonna get you
when they already got you.
Tomorrow can't do anything today hasn't already managed.
MAN 2: Even better with a death sentence.
Bam! Worst has already happened.
You get a few days to let it sink in
and then you're riding the cart
on the way to do your dance on nothing.
This country went to hell when they stopped hanging folks.
No gallows dirt, no gallows deals.
(GRUNTS) No gallows humour.
Yeah.
Funniest fucking shit in the world. (CACKLES)
You know, I'm not superstitious.
I believe in plenty
when there's reason and evidence to believe.
I don't believe in anything I can't see.
I feel like there's a fucking axe hanging over my head.
No, I can't see it, but...I believe it.
I can see it fine.
Prison has a way of trying to keep you IN prison.
They'll do anything they can to keep you inside with them.
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
I smell snow.
(WIND WHISTLES)
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
(PHONE RINGS)
- (PHONE CLICKS) - WOMAN: Hello?
I love you. Something feels weird.
I love you too. What feels weird?
I don't know. Um...
..the weather.
The air feels constipated,
like if it'd just push out a storm, it'd be OK.
It's nice here.
Trees are budding.
There'll be leaves on 'em when you get back.
Five days.
120 hours till you're home.
Everything's OK there, right?
Waiting for the sky to fall is gonna cause more bother
than the sky actually falling, which it isn't.
Yeah. So nothing's wrong?
Everything's fine.
Robbie's coming by.
We're planning your surprise party. Welcome home.
- A surprise party? - Which you know nothing about.
(LAUGHS)
Not a thing.
- (LAUGHS) - I love you, puppy.
I love you too.
(THUNDER CRASHES AND RUMBLES)
(THUNDER CRASHES)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(WIND WHISTLES)
(SWISHING)
(BOOM)
I love you, puppy.
I love you too, baby.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(BREATHES RAPIDLY)
(CRIES OUT)
(WOOD CLACKS)
- (LOCK BUZZES) - (DOOR OPENS)
MAN: Shadow Moon. This way.
(KEYS CLINK)
(CELL DOOR OPENS)
(LOCK BUZZES)
Thank you for coming.
Sit down.
Please.
(EXHALES)
Says here you were sentenced to six years
for aggravated assault and battery.
Yes, sir.
Served three and were due to be released on Friday.
Shadow, we're gonna be releasing you
later this afternoon.
You'll be getting out a couple of days early.
(SIGHS)
There's no good way to say this, so I'll be plain.
This came in from Johnson City Hospital in Eagle Point.
Your wife...
She died in the early hours of this morning.
Was a...an automobile accident.
It's like one of them good news, bad news jokes, isn't it?
Good news, we're letting you out early.
Bad news, your wife's dead.
(DRUM BEATS OMINOUSLY)
WOMAN: I'm sorry. It's our policy.
I can't change your ticket
from two days from now to today.
If you have to change your departure date
from Friday to today,
it's a $200 change fee,
plus the difference in fare.
- $200? - Plus the difference in fare.
- (SIGHS) - Do you have to travel today?
I have to get to Eagle Point, yeah. It's for a funeral.
Not without an original death certificate.
And there's no emails and there's no copies.
MAN: Do not piss off
those bitches in airports.
Take a lesson from Johnnie Larch. (CLICKS TONGUE)
- Don't know Johnnie Larch. - He got out after five years.
At the airport, hands his ticket to the woman at the counter,
who asks for his driver's licence.
He gives it to her. She says, "It's expired."
He says, "It might not be a valid driver's licence,
"but it's a damn fine identification.
"There's my picture, weight and height.
"Who the fuck you think it is?"
She says, "I'll thank you for not using that language, sir."
He says, "Give me my fucking boarding pass
"right fucking now."
Now, he has the right to take that tone. She disrespected him.
You don't let people disrespect you in prison.
Why the fuck would he let her disrespect him as a free man?
Mm-mm.
She hit a button. (IMITATES ALARM)
Security shows up. He's back in prison.
You understand what I'm saying right now?
One of those behaviours that work
inside a specialised environment such as a prison,
but doesn't work when outside such an environment
sort of situation.
No, dummy.
(SLOWLY) I'm saying do not piss off
those bitches in airports.
P.A.: This is the final boarding call
for Flight 286, Orlando.
Final boarding call, Flight...
How much for a flight tomorrow?
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Hey, Robbie.
They tell me Laura's dead.
Let me out early.
Coming home.
MAN: I bought it. I d...I did!
I did. I...I've got to get to my son's christening. Hm?
I...I bought a first-class ticket.
Sir, this isn't a first-class ticket.
I...I sent a cheque.
Look, th...there's... there's my name.
I got to get back.
He was only born two days ago. We...we named him...
Sir, are you sure you're supposed to be travelling alone?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. My son always travels with me.
He takes care of everything, all the bills.
I've just got to get back for his christening
and everything will be alright.
You know what?
- He...he'll take care of me. - We're gonna get you in first.
- Get...just get him in first. - First-class? Thank you.
Yeah, you're gonna go in first class. OK?
- Thank you. Thank you. - Don't worry anymore.
- And mind your bag. - Thank you.
- Watch your step. - Thank you.
Next. So sorry.
(JET ENGINE ROARS)
WOMAN: Can you take your seat?
This lady is sitting in it.
5D times two. Now do you see the problem?
- You need to take another seat. - Point to one and I'll take it.
Really?
P.A.: At this time please ensure seat backs and tray tables...
I guess this must be your lucky day, huh?
- ..seatbelts... - Cashews.
- Thank you. - Love 'em.
Native to Brazil, but grow like motherfuckers in Florida. Mm!
(LAUGHS)
I'm supposed to take your drink, sir.
Yeah, but you won't, 'cause you'd have said
"I need to take your drink, sir" or "I have to take that drink,"
neither of which happened, so don't worry about it.
I'll hold her very tight
while you pour my friend here a Jack and Coke
and get me another one, hm?
- P.A.: Flight attendants... - Thank you.
..prepare the cabin for departure.
(PLANE RATTLES)
- Are you nervous? - Uh...
- Never flown before. - Nothing to it.
Just sit back, be a bird
and drink up.
I offer you the worm from my beak,
and you look at me like I fucked your mom?
Sorry. No. It's...
You're just the first person I've talked to
who wasn't an asshole.
Give me time.
Oh...
Nice work on the upgrade.
Straight-up sympathy play, huh?
It's risky.
Airlines are the ultimate clip joint.
They deserve that and worse.
What would YOU have done, my boy?
Uh, good Samaritan.
You know, gentleman's curve.
- If I was a travelling man. - Oh, which you are not?
Mm-mm. No, sir, not me.
Seems like a firm decision made for good reasons.
I respect that - a man gets out of prison,
he should concentrate above all on not going back.
Oh, don't worry about me. I got an eye for these things.
Just the one, but I can see
that you're not used to the fresh air.
But I don't see the joy of being out.
Also, you lost something vital in there, not just time.
What should I call you, if I were so inclined?
- Shadow Moon. - Oh, my boy!
That is one outstandingly improbable name.
Shadow Moon. Moon Shadow. Goddamn hippie parents.
- Hippie PARENT. - Mama had a big afro, huh?
'Dancing Queen', hm?
Yeah. She had the whole kit.
And if I was inclined, what might I call you?
What's today?
- Wednesday. - Hm...
Today's my day.
Let's go with that, huh?
- Thank you so much, darling. - (BELL CHIMES)
P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.
Mm. Always good to meet a fellow traveller, Shadow...
Oh. Excuse me. I'm sorry.
But when you were, what was your downfall?
Uh, casinos.
Oh, bang-bang big time, huh?
(LAUGHS) Yeah, and some small time.
Yeah.
Alright...
- Ah... - (BOTH LAUGH)
Yeah. Better at the small than big.
Ah, you got more talent than me.
I got two. One is I can sleep anywhere, anytime.
The other one is that I usually end up getting what I want.
On average, over time.
It's all about getting people to believe in you.
It's not their cash, it's their faith.
(THUNDER BOOMS)
Well, take this plane, for example.
This 80-ton chub of metal, seat cushions and Bloody Mary mix
has no right to be soaring through the sky.
But along comes Newton, explains something
about the airflow over the wing
creating an uplift or some such shit,
none of which makes a lick of sense,
but you got 82 passengers back there
who believe it so fiercely,
the plane continues its journey safely.
Now, what's keeping us aloft?
Faith or Newton?
Mm!
They give you a free little shit kit in first class.
You might not have known that.
How you fixed for work?
Who needs work when you're rich, huh?
Well, I just happen to be in a hiring position.
And I could be Mr Wednesday with a shake of the hand.
Perfectly legal work, for the most part.
Good money, open roads, no aggravation.
Well, a little bit by and by, but, uh, you know.
I would have no hesitation hiring an ex-con.
Don't rush into this. Take your time, hm?
No, thank you.
But I have a job waiting for me at my buddy's gym.
- No, you don't. - (THUNDER BOOMS)
I could use a fellow like you.
There's always work for a big guy who's smart enough to know
he's better off letting people think he's dumb.
Oh, by the way, did I mention the bonuses?
Outstanding benefits.
I'll even throw in a pension if you'd like
and I can tell you what the fuck a pension is.
Hell, by the end of your tenure,
you could be the next king of America.
I told you, I got a job.
Of course, of course. Anyway.
As a wise man once said,
a man gets out of prison,
he should be focused above all on not going back.
(SIGHS COMFORTABLY)
Don't rush into it.
Ah.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
(THUNDER BOOMS)
- (EXHALES) - (THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CABIN FITTINGS RATTLE)
(THUNDER CRACKS)
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(HEAVY THUD)
(THUDDING GROWS LOUDER)
(THUDDING APPROACHES)
(HEAVY THUDDING CONTINUES)
(DEEP VOICE) Believe.
Sir? Sir?
(SIGHS) Oh, great. I slept through first class.
Sorry. We had to make an emergency landing.
Can't blame us for the weather.
I can get you on a flight tomorrow
that'll get you into Eagle Point by 6:00.
How many miles is it from here?
('TORTURE' BY THE EVERLY BROTHERS PLAYS)
(MAN SINGS) ♪ Torture
- ♪ Doo, doo, doo - ♪ Torture
♪ Doo, doo, doo
♪ Baby, you're torturing me
♪ So if you love me let me know-ow-ow
♪ But if you don't please let me go
♪ Torture
♪ Doo, doo, doo
♪ Torture
♪ Doo, doo, doo
♪ Baby, you're torturing me
♪ You know that I'm crazy about you
♪ Yet you make me do without... ♪
(SHOUTS WORDLESSLY)
♪ You're torturing me
♪ Torturing me. ♪
(THUNDER CRACKLES)
(PIANO LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYS)
I've only been on three other dates from the computer.
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) I...I don't think I have the talent for it.
Meeting you...
..I'm glad my kids forced me
into getting on that stupid thing.
You...like me?
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
Are you sure?
I want to see you again.
I know.
I mean, we...we can wait and do it then.
We will.
Light that for me, would you?
I'm not what I once was.
You're perfect.
You don't think I'm spent?
You're the sexiest goddamn thing
I've ever gotten to touch for free.
(WOMAN BREATHES HEAVILY)
MAN: Mm.
I'm so... I don't know what I'm doing.
What man does?
Let me...
(GASPS)
Oh...
(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)
Don't let go. Not yet.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Do something for me.
Worship me.
Stay here.
With your words.
With your body.
Worship me.
Pray to me like I'm your god.
Your goddess.
Don't know how.
Uh, you feel so good.
(BOTH PANT)
I could keep fucking you forever.
Worship me! Say my name!
- Bilquis. - Again!
Bilquis.
(GUTTURALLY) Bilquisss...
Beloved.
I worship your breasts and your eyes
and your cunt
and I worship your thighs and your eyes
and your cherry-red lips.
Daughter of the South,
storm queen on a throne of honey,
secret owner of all gold.
I am yours, my beloved Bilquis.
Queens and concubines and maidens
hide their faces in shame before you,
because you are the mother of all beauty.
Trees bow and warriors fall.
Give me your blessing. (GROANS)
I bow my head before you and worship you.
Oh, my God, that's incredible. What are you doing?
- Don't stop, honey. - (GROANS)
I offer you everything.
My money, my blood, my life!
Please, I pray that you give me your gift,
your one pure gift
that I might always be so...so...
Go on! Let go!
Give me everything.
All that I have!
Everything!
Gift me your body.
(GASPS)
I love you.
(EXHALES)
(PANTS SLOWLY)
(EXHALES SLOWLY)
(LAIDBACK ROCK MUSIC)
(PEOPLE LAUGH AND CHAT INDISTINCTLY)
(POOL BALLS CLICK)
Hello, kitty. What can I get you?
Ah, what can I get for next to nothing?
Buffalo Burger's great. Chilli's better.
Both together will make a happy man.
Yeah.
My wife makes a great chilli.
You ain't ever had chilli like this, kitty.
I got the best chilli in the state.
I can't afford both and gas money.
Oh, sure you can.
Just don't make a mess and stiff me on the tip.
Permission granted.
WEDNESDAY: Not that rushing into things can't be a good thing.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
Sex rushed into
tends to work out best for all involved.
Marriages, oh, I grant,
may merit an extra moment's consideration.
Oh, apologies, amigo.
Insensitive of me to talk about marriage.
I am truly, deeply sorry about your wife.
Nice obituary, though, I thought. Hm?
OK, I've said "fuck off" politely
as many ways as I'm gonna.
Now I'm fixing to be direct.
Don't you want to ask me about the job?
I don't want your fucking job.
Ask me about the job.
I thought you'd want to reconsider
on account of your friend Robbie's condition
and on account of you being broke.
What about his condition?
The fuck do you know about Robbie?
More than you, it seems.
Robbie Burton is dead. Page seven.
(DOOR CLOSES)
('IKO, IKO' BY THE DIXIE CUPS PLAYS)
♪ My grandma and your grandma
♪ Were sitting by the fire
♪ My grandma told your grandma
♪ I'm gonna set your flag on fire
- ♪ Talking 'bout hey now - ♪ Hey now
- ♪ Hey now
- ♪ Iko, iko, an dey... ♪ - SHADOW: You're right.
- ♪ Jock-a-mo fee-no ai... ♪ - I'm broke.
♪ Jock-a-mo fee na-ne... ♪
I don't have a job.
But, you know,
I won't work for anyone who's got worse luck than me.
So call.
If I win, you work for me?
- ♪ Talking 'bout hey now... ♪ - Yeah.
- ♪ Hey now - ♪ Hey now
- ♪ Iko, iko, an dey... ♪ - Heads.
♪ Ai na-ne Jock-a-mo fee na-ne... ♪
- Tails. I rigged the toss. - ♪ My black boy and your... ♪
Rigged games are the easiest to beat.
It is always gonna be tails,
because I don't want to work for you.
You're a little creepy
and you're forward and familiar
and I don't like it.
♪ Jock-a-mo fee na-ne... ♪
I don't like you.
It's not always gonna be tails.
♪ See that guy all dressed in green?
♪ Iko, iko, an dey He not a man... ♪
We'll negotiate the terms of your employment
over a drink.
- ♪ Hey now, hey now - ♪ Hey now, hey now
♪ Iko, iko, an dey
♪ Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne
♪ Jock-a-mo fee na-ne. ♪
(SCOFFS) Tails.
Every fucking time.
Coin tricks, is it?
(LAIDBACK ROCK MUSIC RESUMES)
You're working for our man, then?
- Who are you? - I'm a leprechaun.
OK. You're a little tall for a leprechaun.
That's a stereotype.
Represents a very narrow view of the world.
So what, you're from Ireland?
I told you I'm a leprechaun.
We don't come from Moscow, Russia.
Or Moscow, Idaho, for that matter.
How much has our man told you?
- No details. - Devil's in the details.
Do you know who he is? Who he really is?
Well, I never. Mad Sweeney as I live and breathe.
What a surprise. Southern Comfort and Coke for you.
Jack Daniel's for me.
And these are for you, Shadow Moon.
- SHADOW: What is it? - Ooh...
Tastes like prison hooch,
brewed in a garbage bag with rotten fruit.
But sweeter, smoother, stranger.
It's mead. Honey wine.
Drink of heroes, drink of the gods.
Tastes like a drunken diabetic's piss.
It's a tradition. It seals our bargain.
- We don't have a bargain. - Of course we do.
I won the toss. You work for me now.
You're my aide-de-camp. My castellan.
Protect and serve.
You drive where needs driving to.
You take care of things generally on my behalf.
And in an emergency - in an emergency only -
you kick the asses of those whose asses require kicking.
And in the unlikely event of my death,
you will hold my vigil.
He's hustling you.
- He's a hustler. - Damn right.
I'm a hustler, swindler, cheater and liar.
That's why I need assistance.
You've told me what you want. Want to know what I want?
Of course I do. Name your price.
I just want to go to my wife's funeral.
OK? I just want to say goodbye.
Now after that, yeah, fine, I'll work for you for $2,000 a week.
You want me to hurt people?
Well, I'll hurt people if they try and hurt you.
I'm not gonna hurt anyone for fun or profit.
I'll work for you up to which point you start to piss me off
and then I'm gone.
Good. We have a compact.
The second seals the deal.
The third is the charm and we're done.
There.
You're my man now.
Ah...
It'll be heads.
Well, if it's coin tricks we're doing...
..watch this.
(COINS CLATTER)
Now that's a coin trick for you.
(GLASS CLATTERS ON TABLE)
- How'd you do it? - With panache.
So what, you loaded coins up your sleeves?
Sounds like a lot of work to me.
It's easier just to pluck 'em out of the air.
Simplest trick in the world.
- How'd you do it? - Tell you what.
I'll fight you for it.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Come on.
(SOFTLY) I'm not fighting you.
(MAD SWEENEY SNIFFS)
Real gold, if you're wondering.
- Win or lose... - (COIN CLINKS)
..and you're gonna lose -
it's yours if you fight me.
He said he doesn't want to fight you.
Come on. Big fella like you.
Who'd have thought you'd be a fucking coward?
(SNIFFS)
Whiff of death on the page.
(MAD SWEENEY CHUCKLES)
Laura Moon.
Oh. Is...
Is this your old lady's obituary?
She was a fine...
(PEOPLE EXCLAIM)
Hey, everybody!
There's gonna be a lesson learned!
Watch this.
(FRENETIC MUSIC)
(SHADOW GRUNTS)
(PANTS) Attaboy.
Now you're fighting for the joy of it,
for the sheer unholy fucking delight of it!
(ROARS)
- (BOTH GRUNT AND GROAN) - (FRENETIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SHOUTS WORDLESSLY)
(ROARS)
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
(PANTS)
Can you feel the joy rising in your veins
like the sap in the springtime?
We're done.
It ain't over till I say it is.
(BOTH ROAR)
(FLIES BUZZ)
You may have drank a lot.
Let it come back to you.
So what do you know, huh?
I know I'm in pain.
(GROANS) And I know I recently said yes
to something stupid.
That may be true.
Did he teach me that trick?
You know what, I believe he did.
- Don't suppose you heard him? - No such luck.
- Where's my car? - Oh, I dumped it.
Red's not your colour. And don't get used to this.
You're going to be driving Betty here from now on.
I just thought you could use some sleep.
It's not every day a man gets to bury his wife.
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
I have preparations and communications to keep me busy,
after which I will entertain myself.
Now I'll tell you this once and once only EVER.
Take all the time you need.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
- (ORGAN PLAYS) - ♪ Nearer my God to Thee... ♪
- Hello, Shadow. - ♪ Nearer to... ♪
- It's nice to see you. - ♪..to Thee... ♪
Did you escape or did they, uh...they let you out?
- Audrey! - Well...
Not the reunion you were hoping for.
(SIGHS) Well, she looks pretty.
They did a hell of a job
reconstructing her face and neck.
I think that and the coffin just killed your savings.
All so you could have that nice open casket,
get one last look at her pretty face.
I'm sorry about Robbie, OK?
He was a really good friend
and I know he loved you like crazy.
So did Laura.
♪ My song shall be... ♪
Whoa! Shit, Shadow.
No-one told you?
She died with my husband's cock in her mouth.
SONG: ♪ My girl, my girl
♪ Don't lie to me
♪ Tell me where did you sleep last night?
♪ In the pines, in the pines
♪ Where the sun never shines
♪ We'll shiver the whole night through
♪ My daddy was
♪ A railroad man
♪ Killed a mile and a half from here
♪ His head was found
♪ In a driver's wheel
♪ His body has never been found. ♪
What did you do, Laura?
Wha...what was it?
Was it a one-time thing the night before I got back?
Ah, that's...
That's a "we're in this together" thing.
Was it love? If you were gonna leave, you could have told me.
OK? I could've taken it.
You know, I had a surprise for you.
I read when I was in.
Mainly history.
Six books a week for three years.
813 books.
8 and 13 - Fibonacci numbers.
And I know that why?
Because four of them were about math.
I like math. Who knew?
(EXHALES)
I just wanted to come back better than when I went in...
..for you.
I wanted to be a part of your history.
God damn it, Laura.
(DING!)
(TROUBLING MUSIC)
Two funerals in a day.
Husband and best friend.
But you skipped Robbie's.
- That's fair. - Audrey...
I was yelling at mine too. It doesn't do any good.
It's just anger makes you feel like you can change the outcome.
But there's no arguing with dead, no debate,
because dead wins 10 out of 10.
So I pissed on him.
How long were they...?
Not sure. Long time, now that I put things together.
Late nights, daytime showers.
Dickless piece of shit!
That's not an epithet.
That is a literal description.
Severed at the root in the crash.
Coroner had the nerve to ask me
what I wanted him to do with it.
I told him leave it where he found it.
Relax. They didn't bury Laura with it still in her mouth.
I had him put it somewhere special.
Don't listen to me, Shadow.
I lost count on the Ativan.
I'm interrupting. You were saying your piece.
No, I'm not. People did enough talking today.
I think someone actually said she's in a better place.
She's in Parkview Cemetery.
Target would be more interesting than here.
If there isn't some kind of life after death,
I'm gonna be SO pissed.
Kicked fucking puppy.
I hated you guys as a couple 'cause of this,
the way that you... you looked at her.
Robbie did his best to avoid looking at me.
Get used to the boot, puppy.
There is no closure from the dead.
Maybe, you know, three years from now,
some therapist will tell you, "Write her a letter
"saying everything you wish you could say to her
"and drop it in the ocean
"and maybe it'll help."
It won't help.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
I'm sorry for your loss, Shadow.
I really am. (SOBS)
Anyone tell you that yet?
I'm not sure.
Oh. Anyone even hug you?
Shit. Well, you just got out of prison.
You haven't been hugged in... (SNIFFS)..how long?
I read that's a thing with ex-cons,
forgetting what it's like just to feel someone.
Oh, shit. You... you worked out in prison.
(LAUGHS)
I have a proposal for closure for us both.
- Audrey... - No, no. Hear me out.
This is a good one. Lex talionis.
An eye for an eye, blowjob for a blowjob.
Right here where they can see us.
- I appreciate the offer, but... - My husband and your wife!
My best friend!
I want them to see it.
I want Robbie to watch
while I take this gorgeous man's cock in my mouth.
Pissing on him wasn't enough.
I want you to come in my mouth.
I'm gonna spit it on his grave.
Jesus, who knew I could be so angry?
No, no, no. Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
You're right. Fuck me already.
- (BREATHES HEAVILY) - Don't, Audrey. I can't...
I'm trying to get my dignity back here!
- (PANTS) - Hold on.
- Wait. Audrey! - (GRUNTS)
(PANTS)
(SOBS)
- (AUDREY SNIFFS) - (SIGHS)
(AUDREY SOBS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(RUMBLING)
(FLUTTERING AND RUSTLING)
(FLUTTERING CONTINUES)
(HUMMING)
(FLUTTERING CONTINUES)
- (BRIEF BUZZ) - (FLUTTERING STOPS)
(CLICK!)
(WHIRRING AND TWANGING)
(WHIRRS)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTS HEAVILY)
(METALLIC CLANKING)
(DISTORTED VOICE) Hello, Shadow.
Don't fuck with me.
OK.
I won't.
Uh, but if you could just drop me off at the Motel America...
Hit him.
I said don't fuck with me. Now, that was fucking with me.
Keep your answers short and to the point
or I will fucking kill you.
Or maybe I won't, maybe I'll just have the Children here
break every bone in your fucking body.
So don't fuck with me.
- Got it. - You're working for Wednesday.
Yeah.
(INHALES)
- Smoke? - No, thank you.
(COUGHS)
Well, it's not tobacco and it ain't weed.
It smells like an appliance fire.
Synthetic toad skins.
Hm.
What the fuck is Wednesday after? What's he doing here?
There's got to be a plan. What's the game plan, man?
I started working for Mr Wednesday this morning.
How auspicious. You must be special.
- No, I'm just an errand boy. - Is that all?
(COUGHS)
Wednesday is history.
Forgotten and...old.
He should just let it happen. We are the future.
We don't give a fuck about him or anyone like him anymore.
They are consigned to the dumpster.
Now we have reprogrammed reality.
Language is a virus, religion an operating system
and prayers are just so much fucking spam.
(STAMMERS) OK, well, you're saying all this
like I'm supposed to know what the fuck you're talking about.
The dominant fucking paradigm, Shadow.
That is the only important thing.
By the way, I was sorry to hear about your wife. Tough break.
- Thanks. - So I will ask again.
What is it Wednesday is up to?
We've barely exchanged a dozen words.
You can let me out here. I'll walk the rest.
- You're saying you don't know? - Telling you I don't know.
Would you tell me even if you did?
Probably not.
As you say, I work for Mr Wednesday.
Well, then why the fuck am I wasting my time
sitting here talking to you?
You know, I was curious myself
how long you'd go on sucking your own dick.
Kill him.
We're not just going to kill you, Shadow.
We're going to delete you.
One click and you are overwritten.
Undelete...
..that is not an option.
(HARSH ELECTRONIC SOUNDSCAPE)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(YELLS WORDLESSLY)
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(INSTRUMENTAL VERSION OF 'MIDNIGHT SPECIAL')
(CROW CAWS)