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Your wife?
Yeah. See?
I admire that, you being true to your wife. I've seen a lot of... of men... who weren't.
Yeah, I guess.
She back in Kansas?
Uh... yeah. Yeah. She's uh... watchin' over the little ones.
...wouldn't let you settle it, huh?
Hell, you know how Skinny is. Says he's gonna shoot 'em... an I says, "Skinny, you can't do that," an' he says, "Well, then get Little Bill down here an' let's settle this" an' I says, "Bill's sleepin', Skinny," an'...
I couldn't find no bullwhips, Bill. The German...
Don't matter, we don't need no whips. Spring comes an' Skinny don't have them ponies, I'm gonna...
He tell you where them others is?
Nope.
He give 'em names?
Didn't give us nothin' but his own name... Ned Roundtree.
Well, Ned, you'll want to tell me an' Mister Beauchamp here all about them two villainous friends of yours, I guess. Bring him in, boys, for I will be glad to know the names and the whereabouts of those other two murdering sonsofbitches.
Where's Little Bill for Christ sake?
Ha. He was building his fucking porch.
Building his porch!
He's coming ain't he?
'Course he's coming.
What'd he say?
Little Bill? He didn't say nothing. Like I said, he was buildin' his porch. Have you seen that thing?
He didn't say nothin', huh?
Asked what they looked like, that's all. Christ, maybe he's tough but he sure ain't no carpenter.
Maybe he ain't so tough.
We never seen him up against any... like these ones... killers.
Little Bill come out of Kansas an' Texas, boys. He worked them tough towns.
Just wondered. Anybody could be scared.
Why, if you were to point a pistol at a King or a Queen, sir, I can assure you your hand would shake as though palsied...
I wouldn't point no pistol at nobody, sir.
A wise policy. But if you did, I can assure you, the sight of royalty would cause you to dismiss all thoughts of bloodshed and stand... in awe. Whereas, a president... I mean, why not shoot a president?
Now this Strawberry Alice person, tell me again.
Down the street and across. Greely's Beer Garden and Billiard parlor. Just ask for Alice and say you want a game of billiards.
Billiards, eh? Even though I don't really wish to play?
Don't matter. They burned the table in '78 for firewood.
Ah, I see.
I didn't think they'd really do it.
What did you think, they come clear up from Kansas to fuck us?
That Kid... he's just a... boy. And that other one, Bill, being true to his wife...
What wife? He don't have no wife.
He said...
I told you, he don't have no wife, not aboveground, anyhow.
Where'd you get the money, huh?
We ain't got it. We ain't got no money.
You told them cowboys you had it.
We was... lyin'.
What you gonna do when somebody comes to collect? FUCK 'EM? FUCK 'EM A THOUSAND TIMES? The kind of people who'll come after that thousand, they won't tolerate if you don't have it. They won't just cut your face up a little. STUPID CUNTS!
Rain's coming.
Thank God.
She's gonna live. She didn't steal nothin', She didn't touch his poke.
No?
All she done was... when she seen he had a teensy little pecker... she gave a giggle. That's all. She didn't know no better.
A whippin'? That's all they get? After what they done?
Whippin' ain't a little thing, Alice.
But what they done, they...
You... you ain't even gonna... whip 'em?
I fined 'em instead.
For what they done? Skinny gets some ponies an' that's...?
Ain't you seen enough blood for one night? Hell, Alice, they ain't loafers nor tramps nor bad men. They're hard workin' boys that was foolish. Why if they was given over to wickedness in a regular way...
Like whores?
If they was just here for the fuckin', how come they lit out the back window?
On account of they seen you was beatin' on their friend.
You just kicked the shit out of a innocent man, you big asshole.
Innocent of what?
No more sitting in this room. I've let it go on long enough.
I'm not going out anymore. I'm not getting hurt again. This was the last time. I told you.
You can't do anything about that. You might fall between that chair and this television. If that's what God has planned for you, that's what's going to happen. You can't hide from it in your room.
...I got a present for you.
Why?
Forget why. Do you want it or not?
Well, go get it then.
Where is it?
On a bench, across the street.
We're going to prevent any substantial atrophy of your good leg with this. It works the quadriceps.
How long have you been married?
Twelve years.
How did you get together?
Now you're going to have to tell me more.
...See my husband was a big football star in college and we were in an accident together. Our car flipped on an icy road. We were both injured. He couldn't play football anymore. If that hadn't happened, we wouldn't have been together.
How so?
Football wasn't the kind of life I wanted... For ten years I'd be by the phone waiting for a call telling me he broke his neck in a practice game. And if it wasn't that call, it would be a call telling me he blew out his knee or suffered his third concussion. I've seen way too much of it in my job... I can barely take it when my clients are in pain. I don't hate the game. I admire the amount of skill it involved and, like everyone else, I was in awe of how he could play it, but I couldn't give him my heart and then have something happen to him. And it always does with that game. It's not a thing many people would understand.
You and my mother would have a special connection.
Any way, fate stepped in and took football out of the equation.
...And everyone lived happily ever after.
There have been three major disasters in this city over the last four years. I've followed each one of them... A Seventhreeseven crashes on take off. One hundred and seventytwo die. No survivors... A hotel fire downtown. Two hundred and eleven die. No survivors... And am Amtrak train derails seven and half miles outside of the city. One hundred and thirty one die. One survivor. He is unharmed. I've spoken with your husband about his survival. I suggested a rather unbelievable explanation. Since then, I've come to believe, that my explanation, however unbelievable, is in fact, true.
And what was that explanation?
Is this a religious thing?
I own a comic book museum. It's called the Limited Edition.
For a second there I thought you were a fanatic.
I believe comic books are based loosely on reality I believe there are real life equivalents of the heroes in those books that walk the earth I believe your husband is one of those individuals.
How are you feeling?
Okay.
You are in the emergency room of the University of Pennsylvania Hospital. You were in a serious accident. How's your vision?
Fine.
Where were you sitting on the train?
Against a window.
In the passenger car?
Yes. Where are the rest of the passengers?
Was your family traveling with you?
No.

Your wife?

Yeah. See?

I admire that, you being true to your wife. I've seen a lot of... of men... who weren't.

Yeah, I guess.

She back in Kansas?

Uh... yeah. Yeah. She's uh... watchin' over the little ones.

...wouldn't let you settle it, huh?

Hell, you know how Skinny is. Says he's gonna shoot 'em... an I says, "Skinny, you can't do that," an' he says, "Well, then get Little Bill down here an' let's settle this" an' I says, "Bill's sleepin', Skinny," an'...

I couldn't find no bullwhips, Bill. The German...

Don't matter, we don't need no whips. Spring comes an' Skinny don't have them ponies, I'm gonna...

He tell you where them others is?

Nope.

He give 'em names?

Didn't give us nothin' but his own name... Ned Roundtree.

Well, Ned, you'll want to tell me an' Mister Beauchamp here all about them two villainous friends of yours, I guess. Bring him in, boys, for I will be glad to know the names and the whereabouts of those other two murdering sonsofbitches.

Where's Little Bill for Christ sake?

Ha. He was building his fucking porch.

Building his porch!

He's coming ain't he?

'Course he's coming.

What'd he say?

Little Bill? He didn't say nothing. Like I said, he was buildin' his porch. Have you seen that thing?

He didn't say nothin', huh?

Asked what they looked like, that's all. Christ, maybe he's tough but he sure ain't no carpenter.

Maybe he ain't so tough.

We never seen him up against any... like these ones... killers.

Little Bill come out of Kansas an' Texas, boys. He worked them tough towns.

Just wondered. Anybody could be scared.

Why, if you were to point a pistol at a King or a Queen, sir, I can assure you your hand would shake as though palsied...

I wouldn't point no pistol at nobody, sir.

A wise policy. But if you did, I can assure you, the sight of royalty would cause you to dismiss all thoughts of bloodshed and stand... in awe. Whereas, a president... I mean, why not shoot a president?

Now this Strawberry Alice person, tell me again.

Down the street and across. Greely's Beer Garden and Billiard parlor. Just ask for Alice and say you want a game of billiards.

Billiards, eh? Even though I don't really wish to play?

Don't matter. They burned the table in '78 for firewood.

Ah, I see.

I didn't think they'd really do it.

What did you think, they come clear up from Kansas to fuck us?

That Kid... he's just a... boy. And that other one, Bill, being true to his wife...

What wife? He don't have no wife.

He said...

I told you, he don't have no wife, not aboveground, anyhow.

Where'd you get the money, huh?

We ain't got it. We ain't got no money.

You told them cowboys you had it.

We was... lyin'.

What you gonna do when somebody comes to collect? FUCK 'EM? FUCK 'EM A THOUSAND TIMES? The kind of people who'll come after that thousand, they won't tolerate if you don't have it. They won't just cut your face up a little. STUPID CUNTS!

Rain's coming.

Thank God.

She's gonna live. She didn't steal nothin', She didn't touch his poke.

No?

All she done was... when she seen he had a teensy little pecker... she gave a giggle. That's all. She didn't know no better.

A whippin'? That's all they get? After what they done?

Whippin' ain't a little thing, Alice.

But what they done, they...

You... you ain't even gonna... whip 'em?

I fined 'em instead.

For what they done? Skinny gets some ponies an' that's...?

Ain't you seen enough blood for one night? Hell, Alice, they ain't loafers nor tramps nor bad men. They're hard workin' boys that was foolish. Why if they was given over to wickedness in a regular way...

Like whores?

If they was just here for the fuckin', how come they lit out the back window?

On account of they seen you was beatin' on their friend.

You just kicked the shit out of a innocent man, you big asshole.

Innocent of what?

No more sitting in this room. I've let it go on long enough.

I'm not going out anymore. I'm not getting hurt again. This was the last time. I told you.

You can't do anything about that. You might fall between that chair and this television. If that's what God has planned for you, that's what's going to happen. You can't hide from it in your room.

...I got a present for you.

Why?

Forget why. Do you want it or not?

Well, go get it then.

Where is it?

On a bench, across the street.

We're going to prevent any substantial atrophy of your good leg with this. It works the quadriceps.

How long have you been married?

Twelve years.

How did you get together?

Now you're going to have to tell me more.

...See my husband was a big football star in college and we were in an accident together. Our car flipped on an icy road. We were both injured. He couldn't play football anymore. If that hadn't happened, we wouldn't have been together.

How so?

Football wasn't the kind of life I wanted... For ten years I'd be by the phone waiting for a call telling me he broke his neck in a practice game. And if it wasn't that call, it would be a call telling me he blew out his knee or suffered his third concussion. I've seen way too much of it in my job... I can barely take it when my clients are in pain. I don't hate the game. I admire the amount of skill it involved and, like everyone else, I was in awe of how he could play it, but I couldn't give him my heart and then have something happen to him. And it always does with that game. It's not a thing many people would understand.

You and my mother would have a special connection.

Any way, fate stepped in and took football out of the equation.

...And everyone lived happily ever after.

There have been three major disasters in this city over the last four years. I've followed each one of them... A Seventhreeseven crashes on take off. One hundred and seventytwo die. No survivors... A hotel fire downtown. Two hundred and eleven die. No survivors... And am Amtrak train derails seven and half miles outside of the city. One hundred and thirty one die. One survivor. He is unharmed. I've spoken with your husband about his survival. I suggested a rather unbelievable explanation. Since then, I've come to believe, that my explanation, however unbelievable, is in fact, true.

And what was that explanation?

Is this a religious thing?

I own a comic book museum. It's called the Limited Edition.

For a second there I thought you were a fanatic.

I believe comic books are based loosely on reality I believe there are real life equivalents of the heroes in those books that walk the earth I believe your husband is one of those individuals.

How are you feeling?

Okay.

You are in the emergency room of the University of Pennsylvania Hospital. You were in a serious accident. How's your vision?

Fine.

Where were you sitting on the train?

Against a window.

In the passenger car?

Yes. Where are the rest of the passengers?

Was your family traveling with you?

No.