The Outer Limits (1995–2002): Season 3, Episode 15 - The Revelations of 'Becka Paulson - full transcript
Becka Paulson lives a boring life in a trailer with her mailman husband Joe. After accidentally shooting herself in the head she begins hearing voices. She has no memory of shooting herself but can see the wound on her forehead. Her husband suggests that she visit the local vet - he's cheaper than seeing a doctor - but he can't help her. Becka soon realizes that she can now now do things she couldn't really do before and that her brain function and intelligence have improved. Her husband is no nicer to her however leading her to extremes.
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.
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... 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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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... 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.
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.
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?
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.