The Twilight Zone (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript
No. No, no, no.
Wait, Anne, yeah, can you just,
can you just give me a minute?
Yeah, this is Wednesday,
so I'm at...
Dad? Dad, it's Jeff.
Yeah, can you just, can you just
give me a minute? Yeah, yeah.
Why isn't he fucking answering?
Dad, it's Jeff.
Anne, Anne, we shouldn't just
throw away our marriage.
Unless you've found
someone else.
You haven't, have you?
No, no, I just want it
to work out with us.
Yeah, well, I gave you space.
I moved out, didn't I?
Dad?
Yeah. Yes, Anne,
I got the...
the couples' therapist,
and if that doesn't reset
the marriage, then fine,
I'll-I'll relent.
We can look into arbitration.
Dad? Come on,
it's White Hot night.
Because I... because I... Anne.
Can you just, can you listen?
Can you just... For a minute?
Like I said before,
it's just not the right time.
I-I can't afford
to go down the... Dad?
I can't afford to go down
the divorce attorney route.
Fuck. I got to...
Fuck. My God.
My God.
Fuck. Fuck.
Yes, it's my father.
In his... room.
He's, um...
he's shot himself.
Otis. My father's name
is Otis Storck.
Professor Jeff Storck?
I need you to know that
such circumstances
are always investigated,
but we all know what this is.
Does this
belong to your father?
Is it registered to him?
Look, Mr. Storck,
I know this
is certainly upsetting...
be on our way if you can tell me
No way. It's not.
I don't know where it came from,
but he-he hates guns.
My father is...
he's a lifelong hippie.
Take this to the lab.
Yes, sir.
Was your father sick?
Alzheimer's?
I realize you have a job to do
and whatever,
but can we do it later, maybe?
I mean, my father just
basically shot himself
in front of me. No.
It would've been
last night some time.
I said "basically," didn't I?
Basically means basically,
not absolutely.
Basically.
He left a note.
Fuck sake. I am permitted
to read it to you,
if that's what you want.
Can't you just... Can I...
Can't I just read it?
Here sits Professor
Jeffery Mingus Storck,
a man who holds a doctorate
in anthropology,
but possesses little
true knowledge of himself.
Today, Professor Storck
is surrounded
by the many familiar artifacts
that shaped his father's life,
and the one unknown object
that ended it.
As a scientist,
he's about to embark
on his darkest
research project yet.
His conclusion will lie
somewhere between
the barrel of a gun
and the outer regions
of The Twilight Zone.
You're traveling
through another dimension,
a dimension not only of
sight and sound but of mind.
It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,
between science
and superstition.
And it lies between
the pit of one's fears
and the summit
of one's knowledge.
You are now traveling through
a dimension of imagination.
You've just crossed over
into The Twilight Zone.
My dad fell in love
with Lake Cayuga
back when he played
the Watkins Glen festival
one lake over in 1973.
He jammed with the Grateful Dead
during their sound check
the day before they went on.
He led a pretty interesting
life, all told.
Skipped up to Canada with
Neil Young and Crazy Horse
when he was evading
the Vietnam draft.
My father played Cuba in '69,
that Havana Jam thing
with Billy Joel
and Stephen Stills.
Met my mother
on the march to Montgomery.
Dragged us the whole way here
from Ireland.
Never looked back.
Never got divorced.
Never went bankrupt.
Never went unloved.
Did it not turn out
as he wanted?
I...
Who did you love more than me?
Okay...
Fuck...
What the fuck is that?
Good morning, Jeff. Yo, Jeff,
what's up? MAN All good.
How about you, Jeff?
See you tonight
at Jeff's dorm, right?
My God, Jeff
is a total Jeff. Such a Jeff.
Jeff!
Hey, Jeff.
That's a good boy. That's a boy.
Fuck...
Get out of my house!
It's me! It's me! It's me!
Anne, it's me.
I'm just getting my mail.Jesus.
You scared the shit out of me.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
I just wanted...
Jesus, Jeff. Fuck.
Do you know how to,
do you know how to do
the-the safety thing? Just... you point it.
I-I don't remember.
Why-why have you even got that?
I live alone now,
and there were two home invasions.
What?
A couple of streets over.
Um, this came for you, too.
The police delivered it
earlier this evening.
Must be my dad's gun.
It's probably worth something.
Yeah, I'm not
gonna make money off
my dad's suicide, Anne.
You're gonna need
the money, Jeff.
Friends have told me that
I should get an attorney
to protect both of us.
So...
that's what I did.
He'll contact you.
We talked about this, didn't we?
I've been trying to tell you.
A lot.
The thing is, Jeff... You
said you were okay with us
going to couple's therapy, so...
It's that...
I-I... What the fuck?
I have fallen in love
with another man...
named Jeff.
Shit.
Am I "him"?
Or am I "you"?
The gun superstore dot com.
Yeah, hey, I'm-I'm looking
to get rid of a gun.
You got the paperwork?
Look-look, I-I don't know
anything about guns.
It seems old.
How about the serial number? Um...
It's on the grip.
Yeah. 1015-59.
Okay...
Hey, any chance there's
a Blue Scorpion on the handle?
Yeah. There very much is.
Holy shit! I thought
the Blue Scorpion was a myth.
Dates back to 1952.
It's from Cuba.
Che Guevara was looking
for that gun.
It was made by this guy,
Eulogio Cienfuegos.
The legend is,
you don't find it, it finds you.
We can get you, like, $25,000 to
$50,000 for the Blue Scorpion.
Okay. I mean, whatever.
I just want to get the
bloody thing out of my life.
So, if you... Fucking shit!
My God! Are you all right? What the...?
Are you there, brother?
Hey... Shit.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I'm all right, I'm okay,
I'm all right. Fuck.
Jesus Christ, was there
a round in the chamber?
I don't know.
Okay.
Send me all your information
and a picture
of the gun.
I'll take care of everything.
Once it's sold, and if you
don't have a license,
you'll have to ship it
by carrier.Yeah.
But if you do, don't forget
to punch a small hole
in the box so some light
can get in. Legend is,
the Blue Scorpion's
afraid of the dark.
Where do I send my information?
To me, Bob Jeff,
at the gun superstore dot com.
P.O. Box 5252... Hold on.
Earlysville, Virginia
22901.Did you just say "Jeff"?
I-I'm sorry,
could you remind me...
Your research project is?
"Animism in contemporary China."
This-this research project is...
Sorry, excuse me.
This...
This research project
is-is really messing
with my head, Dr. Storck. Um...
You know how animism
is, like... Yeah.
The belief that
there's a-a spirit in,
in every single thing,
and-and even inanimate
objects have a soul?
Yeah, I know what it is, Grace.
Well, it's, like,
nothing talks to me
or anything like that, but.
I-I can't help feel
that all my stuff...
My shoes,
toothbrush, hats...
Are all, like,
friends.
Do you ever have that?
No.
And you shouldn't either.
That's, um, I think what you're
experiencing
is anthropomorphism,
attributing human properties
to inanimate objects,
which is different from animism,
which is a religious belief,
as I'm sure you know.
I wouldn't worry.
It's dri...
It's driving me crazy.
It's a little late in the term
to be changing subjects.
What the... F...
Okay, sir, when I leave my dorm,
nothing can be, like,
left by itself. Like, if
my boots are over by the bed
and my gym shoes
are in the closet,
I-I feel like they're...
I don't know... lonely.
And I-I have to make sure that
everything is grouped together
or I feel bad that they
might be afraid of the dark,
so I leave the light on.
I-I go back to my dorm...
It's just because
of this stupid project.
It's the project,
and I'm sorry, but I can't...
I-I need to change the subject.
Okay.
Thank you so much.
My shoes thank you, too.
Jeff Storck?
I'm sorry. I need
to prepare for a lecture.
I'm Anne's attorney.
Fuck off.
Your name is Jeff, too?
That's great, though, Jeff.
We can begin negotiations
from a point of commonality.
Can you just ease off?
Can you just... Please, please.
This isn't, this isn't
a good time for me. I, um,
my father just passed away,
and he didn't do a will,
so the whole estate
is fucked up, you know?
Maybe we can do this
another day?
Yeah, sure. If any of that
estate is left to you,
be advised that half of it
now belongs to Anne.
So if you need
any help at all...
I can make all of your
troubles go away.
You have my card.
Hey, J...
Hey, Jeff. It's Bob Jeff.
Just fucking stop!
When I think the time is right
to get rid of the fucking thing,
you'll be the first one
to know it, do you understand?
There's only been seven owners
of the Blue Scorpion,
including you.
I have people lining up
willing to lay down $100,000
for this gun.
If we sell this thing,
all our dreams will come true.
Now, of course,
don't forget my cut.
Dad?
Fuck.
Man, I'm so fucking high.
Eulogio Cienfuegos.
Yeah, okay.
You're not really here.
You're not... You're not there.
You're... You're a hallucination.
That name... I heard that name
from the gun dealer guy.
Mr. Storck,
the pistol wants to help
end your troubles.
The Blue Scorpion loves you
more than anyone.
It only asks
one thing in return
Light.
It is afraid of the dark.
Sorry.
Hello. Good afternoon.
I'd... I'd like to
I don't have a lot of experience
with this.
You need to rent a gun?
No. No, I have one.
Hello. Can I see the gun in order
to determine if it's safe
to fire in the range?
Yeah.
No. No, please, don't, sorry.
Just don't... don't.
Have you ever fired
this gun before?
No. No, I haven't.
And I only need
to shoot it once.
So... Why?
Why? Because then
I'm gonna sell it.
Why don't you just sell it?
Why do you have
to fire it first?
Um... you know, it...
it's not so much about
the shooting of the gun.
It's more that the shooting
of the gun
will destroy a bullet.
A certain bullet.
No, but...
Trust me, I'll be
much better
once I get rid of this.
Okay, it'sit's just a bullet.
Ever since I'm come
in possession of this gun,
weird things occur. Like,
I keep bumping into different
types of people named Jeff!
And I understand that
it's not an uncommon name,
but to meet a different person
named Jeff
nearly every single day,
it's not right.
It's weird, it's weird, right?
His name's Jeff.
Fff...
You'd never hurt me.
Excuse me.
Just give me one second, please.
Shit.
Okay, who's first?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
What?
You know...
You sure you want to go over
these settlement terms
without any representation?
They can become...
quite uncomfortable.
I'm comfortable. Yeah.
I'm... I'm at peace, Jeff.
I'm... tranquil.
Because you see,
I also have a friend
who's gonna help me.
He's gonna make
all of my troubles...
disappear.
So should we get started, Jeff?
I've been looking forward
to this.
Why don't we break down
the assets?
The house.Yeah.
- Item 38.
- Fender electric bass.
No! No!
You don't get to take my dad's
bass! Are you fuck...
How can you even try?
We're not "taking" it.
New York is
an equitable distribution state.
It's unfair that you prevent
such a valuable item
from liquidation
for sentimental causes. I love you.
I do. I love you.
I love you more
than anyone. I do.
Jeff... I still do.
How can you try
to take that from me?
I... Well, bass guitars played
at both Monterey Pop
and Watkins Glen
are very rare...
Can you shut the fuck up, Jeff?
Could you do that for me?
This ain't about you. That language,
sir, is inappropriate
at this negotiation.
The languageis inappropriate.
Okay, you know what, Jeff?
I never even wanted the bass.
I just need a break.
You want me
to show you something
that I know you will find inappropriate,
Jeff? Can I have security in here?
What the fuck is this?
Taking a break. Get off me!
Let go of me!
We're just taking a break.
Get the fuck off me! Get off me!
Just let me get out of here.
Okay? Can I, can I do that?
Can I... Have it all, Anne!
Just fucking have it all!
Just take everything!
Except the Blue Scorpion.
You can have it all
and shove it up your arse!
Escort him out.
Okay, I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna go.
Before anyone gets hurt.
Just go, go, go, go, go.
I love himmore
than I ever loved you.
Yeah?
Jeff, it's Bob. Bob Jeff here.
Hey, I'm really sorry, I hope
it's not too late to be calling,
but I just got off the phone.
Too late, Bob.
Listen, no one will love
the Blue Scorpion more than me.
Way too late.
I have no interest in selling
the Blue Scorpion.
Mr. Storck, I will see
this thing through. So stop calling me.
I'll be sure you get top dollar for it.
Never call me again, understand?
Sir, I'm begging you, please don't hang up.
Because I will never sell him.
Please, just let me finish
what I have to say. Jeff?
Jeff, you sound real busy.
I'll check with you tomorrow.
You got to ask yourself
Did it take six shots
or only five?
You think you love her.
But you'll never know real love.
Shit! No... what?
No... fuck!
No, no, no! No!
Shit!
Stop!
Fuck!
No!!
Drop the gun!
I said drop the fucking gun now!
On the ground!
Face on the ground!
Now! Get down now!
Hands where I can see them!
This guy's 10-100.
He matches the description
of the suspect
who's been invading homes
in the area.
Any ID?
Barrett.
Barrett's the last name.
And his first name is Jeff?
Yeah. Why, you know him?
You want to tell me
what happened here?
I want you to know
that Anne greatly appreciates
what you did to protect her
and Jeff that night.
All the concessions are her way
of showing her gratitude.
And so, Jeff, representing
the regents of this university,
we would be honored
if you would accept the chair
of the department
of anthropology.
I'm looking for Jeffery Storck.
Yeah, that's me.
My dad says fish come
closer in the morning.
Yeah, but he also says
Limp Bizkit
is better than Kendrick Lamar.
I don't know, old people
say weird shit like that.
All right.
All right.
No way!
Look what I found!
My God.
Look!
Check out the name
on this bullet.
It's my name. Kyle.
Whatever.
Let's load it?
That actually worked.
Like so... Hold this.
And then, I think...
Look at this.
Hey, man.
Anything you say and do
will be used to you
in a court of law.
Pass. That's so cool.
Human beings have a funny way
of treating things like people.
But today, they'll learn
that as long as objects
are valued more than lives...
tragedy will forever
be manufactured here
in The Twilight Zone.
Captioning sponsored by CBS.
Wait, Anne, yeah, can you just,
can you just give me a minute?
Yeah, this is Wednesday,
so I'm at...
Dad? Dad, it's Jeff.
Yeah, can you just, can you just
give me a minute? Yeah, yeah.
Why isn't he fucking answering?
Dad, it's Jeff.
Anne, Anne, we shouldn't just
throw away our marriage.
Unless you've found
someone else.
You haven't, have you?
No, no, I just want it
to work out with us.
Yeah, well, I gave you space.
I moved out, didn't I?
Dad?
Yeah. Yes, Anne,
I got the...
the couples' therapist,
and if that doesn't reset
the marriage, then fine,
I'll-I'll relent.
We can look into arbitration.
Dad? Come on,
it's White Hot night.
Because I... because I... Anne.
Can you just, can you listen?
Can you just... For a minute?
Like I said before,
it's just not the right time.
I-I can't afford
to go down the... Dad?
I can't afford to go down
the divorce attorney route.
Fuck. I got to...
Fuck. My God.
My God.
Fuck. Fuck.
Yes, it's my father.
In his... room.
He's, um...
he's shot himself.
Otis. My father's name
is Otis Storck.
Professor Jeff Storck?
I need you to know that
such circumstances
are always investigated,
but we all know what this is.
Does this
belong to your father?
Is it registered to him?
Look, Mr. Storck,
I know this
is certainly upsetting...
be on our way if you can tell me
No way. It's not.
I don't know where it came from,
but he-he hates guns.
My father is...
he's a lifelong hippie.
Take this to the lab.
Yes, sir.
Was your father sick?
Alzheimer's?
I realize you have a job to do
and whatever,
but can we do it later, maybe?
I mean, my father just
basically shot himself
in front of me. No.
It would've been
last night some time.
I said "basically," didn't I?
Basically means basically,
not absolutely.
Basically.
He left a note.
Fuck sake. I am permitted
to read it to you,
if that's what you want.
Can't you just... Can I...
Can't I just read it?
Here sits Professor
Jeffery Mingus Storck,
a man who holds a doctorate
in anthropology,
but possesses little
true knowledge of himself.
Today, Professor Storck
is surrounded
by the many familiar artifacts
that shaped his father's life,
and the one unknown object
that ended it.
As a scientist,
he's about to embark
on his darkest
research project yet.
His conclusion will lie
somewhere between
the barrel of a gun
and the outer regions
of The Twilight Zone.
You're traveling
through another dimension,
a dimension not only of
sight and sound but of mind.
It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,
between science
and superstition.
And it lies between
the pit of one's fears
and the summit
of one's knowledge.
You are now traveling through
a dimension of imagination.
You've just crossed over
into The Twilight Zone.
My dad fell in love
with Lake Cayuga
back when he played
the Watkins Glen festival
one lake over in 1973.
He jammed with the Grateful Dead
during their sound check
the day before they went on.
He led a pretty interesting
life, all told.
Skipped up to Canada with
Neil Young and Crazy Horse
when he was evading
the Vietnam draft.
My father played Cuba in '69,
that Havana Jam thing
with Billy Joel
and Stephen Stills.
Met my mother
on the march to Montgomery.
Dragged us the whole way here
from Ireland.
Never looked back.
Never got divorced.
Never went bankrupt.
Never went unloved.
Did it not turn out
as he wanted?
I...
Who did you love more than me?
Okay...
Fuck...
What the fuck is that?
Good morning, Jeff. Yo, Jeff,
what's up? MAN All good.
How about you, Jeff?
See you tonight
at Jeff's dorm, right?
My God, Jeff
is a total Jeff. Such a Jeff.
Jeff!
Hey, Jeff.
That's a good boy. That's a boy.
Fuck...
Get out of my house!
It's me! It's me! It's me!
Anne, it's me.
I'm just getting my mail.Jesus.
You scared the shit out of me.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
I just wanted...
Jesus, Jeff. Fuck.
Do you know how to,
do you know how to do
the-the safety thing? Just... you point it.
I-I don't remember.
Why-why have you even got that?
I live alone now,
and there were two home invasions.
What?
A couple of streets over.
Um, this came for you, too.
The police delivered it
earlier this evening.
Must be my dad's gun.
It's probably worth something.
Yeah, I'm not
gonna make money off
my dad's suicide, Anne.
You're gonna need
the money, Jeff.
Friends have told me that
I should get an attorney
to protect both of us.
So...
that's what I did.
He'll contact you.
We talked about this, didn't we?
I've been trying to tell you.
A lot.
The thing is, Jeff... You
said you were okay with us
going to couple's therapy, so...
It's that...
I-I... What the fuck?
I have fallen in love
with another man...
named Jeff.
Shit.
Am I "him"?
Or am I "you"?
The gun superstore dot com.
Yeah, hey, I'm-I'm looking
to get rid of a gun.
You got the paperwork?
Look-look, I-I don't know
anything about guns.
It seems old.
How about the serial number? Um...
It's on the grip.
Yeah. 1015-59.
Okay...
Hey, any chance there's
a Blue Scorpion on the handle?
Yeah. There very much is.
Holy shit! I thought
the Blue Scorpion was a myth.
Dates back to 1952.
It's from Cuba.
Che Guevara was looking
for that gun.
It was made by this guy,
Eulogio Cienfuegos.
The legend is,
you don't find it, it finds you.
We can get you, like, $25,000 to
$50,000 for the Blue Scorpion.
Okay. I mean, whatever.
I just want to get the
bloody thing out of my life.
So, if you... Fucking shit!
My God! Are you all right? What the...?
Are you there, brother?
Hey... Shit.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I'm all right, I'm okay,
I'm all right. Fuck.
Jesus Christ, was there
a round in the chamber?
I don't know.
Okay.
Send me all your information
and a picture
of the gun.
I'll take care of everything.
Once it's sold, and if you
don't have a license,
you'll have to ship it
by carrier.Yeah.
But if you do, don't forget
to punch a small hole
in the box so some light
can get in. Legend is,
the Blue Scorpion's
afraid of the dark.
Where do I send my information?
To me, Bob Jeff,
at the gun superstore dot com.
P.O. Box 5252... Hold on.
Earlysville, Virginia
22901.Did you just say "Jeff"?
I-I'm sorry,
could you remind me...
Your research project is?
"Animism in contemporary China."
This-this research project is...
Sorry, excuse me.
This...
This research project
is-is really messing
with my head, Dr. Storck. Um...
You know how animism
is, like... Yeah.
The belief that
there's a-a spirit in,
in every single thing,
and-and even inanimate
objects have a soul?
Yeah, I know what it is, Grace.
Well, it's, like,
nothing talks to me
or anything like that, but.
I-I can't help feel
that all my stuff...
My shoes,
toothbrush, hats...
Are all, like,
friends.
Do you ever have that?
No.
And you shouldn't either.
That's, um, I think what you're
experiencing
is anthropomorphism,
attributing human properties
to inanimate objects,
which is different from animism,
which is a religious belief,
as I'm sure you know.
I wouldn't worry.
It's dri...
It's driving me crazy.
It's a little late in the term
to be changing subjects.
What the... F...
Okay, sir, when I leave my dorm,
nothing can be, like,
left by itself. Like, if
my boots are over by the bed
and my gym shoes
are in the closet,
I-I feel like they're...
I don't know... lonely.
And I-I have to make sure that
everything is grouped together
or I feel bad that they
might be afraid of the dark,
so I leave the light on.
I-I go back to my dorm...
It's just because
of this stupid project.
It's the project,
and I'm sorry, but I can't...
I-I need to change the subject.
Okay.
Thank you so much.
My shoes thank you, too.
Jeff Storck?
I'm sorry. I need
to prepare for a lecture.
I'm Anne's attorney.
Fuck off.
Your name is Jeff, too?
That's great, though, Jeff.
We can begin negotiations
from a point of commonality.
Can you just ease off?
Can you just... Please, please.
This isn't, this isn't
a good time for me. I, um,
my father just passed away,
and he didn't do a will,
so the whole estate
is fucked up, you know?
Maybe we can do this
another day?
Yeah, sure. If any of that
estate is left to you,
be advised that half of it
now belongs to Anne.
So if you need
any help at all...
I can make all of your
troubles go away.
You have my card.
Hey, J...
Hey, Jeff. It's Bob Jeff.
Just fucking stop!
When I think the time is right
to get rid of the fucking thing,
you'll be the first one
to know it, do you understand?
There's only been seven owners
of the Blue Scorpion,
including you.
I have people lining up
willing to lay down $100,000
for this gun.
If we sell this thing,
all our dreams will come true.
Now, of course,
don't forget my cut.
Dad?
Fuck.
Man, I'm so fucking high.
Eulogio Cienfuegos.
Yeah, okay.
You're not really here.
You're not... You're not there.
You're... You're a hallucination.
That name... I heard that name
from the gun dealer guy.
Mr. Storck,
the pistol wants to help
end your troubles.
The Blue Scorpion loves you
more than anyone.
It only asks
one thing in return
Light.
It is afraid of the dark.
Sorry.
Hello. Good afternoon.
I'd... I'd like to
I don't have a lot of experience
with this.
You need to rent a gun?
No. No, I have one.
Hello. Can I see the gun in order
to determine if it's safe
to fire in the range?
Yeah.
No. No, please, don't, sorry.
Just don't... don't.
Have you ever fired
this gun before?
No. No, I haven't.
And I only need
to shoot it once.
So... Why?
Why? Because then
I'm gonna sell it.
Why don't you just sell it?
Why do you have
to fire it first?
Um... you know, it...
it's not so much about
the shooting of the gun.
It's more that the shooting
of the gun
will destroy a bullet.
A certain bullet.
No, but...
Trust me, I'll be
much better
once I get rid of this.
Okay, it'sit's just a bullet.
Ever since I'm come
in possession of this gun,
weird things occur. Like,
I keep bumping into different
types of people named Jeff!
And I understand that
it's not an uncommon name,
but to meet a different person
named Jeff
nearly every single day,
it's not right.
It's weird, it's weird, right?
His name's Jeff.
Fff...
You'd never hurt me.
Excuse me.
Just give me one second, please.
Shit.
Okay, who's first?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
What?
You know...
You sure you want to go over
these settlement terms
without any representation?
They can become...
quite uncomfortable.
I'm comfortable. Yeah.
I'm... I'm at peace, Jeff.
I'm... tranquil.
Because you see,
I also have a friend
who's gonna help me.
He's gonna make
all of my troubles...
disappear.
So should we get started, Jeff?
I've been looking forward
to this.
Why don't we break down
the assets?
The house.Yeah.
- Item 38.
- Fender electric bass.
No! No!
You don't get to take my dad's
bass! Are you fuck...
How can you even try?
We're not "taking" it.
New York is
an equitable distribution state.
It's unfair that you prevent
such a valuable item
from liquidation
for sentimental causes. I love you.
I do. I love you.
I love you more
than anyone. I do.
Jeff... I still do.
How can you try
to take that from me?
I... Well, bass guitars played
at both Monterey Pop
and Watkins Glen
are very rare...
Can you shut the fuck up, Jeff?
Could you do that for me?
This ain't about you. That language,
sir, is inappropriate
at this negotiation.
The languageis inappropriate.
Okay, you know what, Jeff?
I never even wanted the bass.
I just need a break.
You want me
to show you something
that I know you will find inappropriate,
Jeff? Can I have security in here?
What the fuck is this?
Taking a break. Get off me!
Let go of me!
We're just taking a break.
Get the fuck off me! Get off me!
Just let me get out of here.
Okay? Can I, can I do that?
Can I... Have it all, Anne!
Just fucking have it all!
Just take everything!
Except the Blue Scorpion.
You can have it all
and shove it up your arse!
Escort him out.
Okay, I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna go.
Before anyone gets hurt.
Just go, go, go, go, go.
I love himmore
than I ever loved you.
Yeah?
Jeff, it's Bob. Bob Jeff here.
Hey, I'm really sorry, I hope
it's not too late to be calling,
but I just got off the phone.
Too late, Bob.
Listen, no one will love
the Blue Scorpion more than me.
Way too late.
I have no interest in selling
the Blue Scorpion.
Mr. Storck, I will see
this thing through. So stop calling me.
I'll be sure you get top dollar for it.
Never call me again, understand?
Sir, I'm begging you, please don't hang up.
Because I will never sell him.
Please, just let me finish
what I have to say. Jeff?
Jeff, you sound real busy.
I'll check with you tomorrow.
You got to ask yourself
Did it take six shots
or only five?
You think you love her.
But you'll never know real love.
Shit! No... what?
No... fuck!
No, no, no! No!
Shit!
Stop!
Fuck!
No!!
Drop the gun!
I said drop the fucking gun now!
On the ground!
Face on the ground!
Now! Get down now!
Hands where I can see them!
This guy's 10-100.
He matches the description
of the suspect
who's been invading homes
in the area.
Any ID?
Barrett.
Barrett's the last name.
And his first name is Jeff?
Yeah. Why, you know him?
You want to tell me
what happened here?
I want you to know
that Anne greatly appreciates
what you did to protect her
and Jeff that night.
All the concessions are her way
of showing her gratitude.
And so, Jeff, representing
the regents of this university,
we would be honored
if you would accept the chair
of the department
of anthropology.
I'm looking for Jeffery Storck.
Yeah, that's me.
My dad says fish come
closer in the morning.
Yeah, but he also says
Limp Bizkit
is better than Kendrick Lamar.
I don't know, old people
say weird shit like that.
All right.
All right.
No way!
Look what I found!
My God.
Look!
Check out the name
on this bullet.
It's my name. Kyle.
Whatever.
Let's load it?
That actually worked.
Like so... Hold this.
And then, I think...
Look at this.
Hey, man.
Anything you say and do
will be used to you
in a court of law.
Pass. That's so cool.
Human beings have a funny way
of treating things like people.
But today, they'll learn
that as long as objects
are valued more than lives...
tragedy will forever
be manufactured here
in The Twilight Zone.
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