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Yeah.
You need anything?
No.
Really?
I don't need anything from you. I was laying on a beach somewhere in Spain, naked, and, it hit me Nickie's birthday. So, here I am, four layovers, twentyseven hours flying and one donkey ride later. Not necessarily in that order.
For you.
You shouldn't have.
Call that number.
"Consumer Recrreation Services." What, do they make golf clubs?
Trust me. Call that number.
Why?
They make your life fun. Their only guarantee is you will not be bored.
Fun?
You've heard of it. You've seen other people having it. They're an entertainment service, but more than that.
This isn't an escort service?
It's a profound life experience.
Like a stroke?
Call them. Trust me.
Tell me you'll call.
Okay.
Will you?
I said I would...
But, will you?
Are you still on mediction?
Why would you say that?
I thought you'd like this. Best thing I ever did. If you don't want to do it, DON'T...
I'll call them, okay?
It doesn't matter...
I'm going to call.
Do it for YOU.
Okay, okay... okay? I just... you know I hate surprises.
I know...
Tell me where we're going.
Just drive, man. It's fucking nuts!
What's this all about, Connie?
Shhhhhhh. Wait... wait...
What are you doing?
They're methodical. They're nothing if they're not that.
Who?
C.R.S. Who do you think? Jesus H., thank your lucky charms. To think what I almost got you into.
Yeah, almost...
You dodged a bullet.
How do you mean, exactly?
They fuck you and they fuck you and they fuck you. And then, just when you think it's done, that's when the <u>real</u> fucking begins.
Slow down, take a breath...
It doesn't stop, Nick. I paid the bill, I gave 'em their money, but it all started again. They won't leave me alone...
What have they been doing to you?
Everything. I'm a goddamn humanpinata...
Calm down. Why would they keep playing after you paid?
You think I know? I paid them <u>more</u> to make it stop.
It's them. They did this.
It's a flat tire. That's all.
How do you know?
We're going to figure this out. Get a grip on yourself.
Okay... okay.
The phone's dead.
Really?
Do you know how to change a tire?
No. Do you? Can't be too hard, can it? I don't think we should be here out in the open like this.
How did those... ?
You're part of it...
What? Connie...
No! You're one of them. Of course, it makes perfect sense!
No, it doesn't! Those keys were put there. I didn't even know...
You're behind this, aren't you? You and your sick friends. Well, make it stop!
Listen to yourself. Why would I do anything like what you're describing?
Because you hate me. Because you had to be here, when mom died. Because you had to do it alone. Well, don't you think if I'd known... I'd've been here too. I'd have been here...
Stop this. It's not true...
I'm sorry, Christ, I'm sorry! How many more times do I have to say I'm sorry before you forgive me... ?
Stop it!
You know... how'd you manage the gun? I mean...
Baby, they were all over the house with metal detectors. They switched your gun with a lookalike, rigged barrel, loaded with blanks. Popgun.
What?
This... ? Oh, this is just... this is the bill.
Really?
Yeah.
Split it?
Oh, God yes please. Thanks, man. I'll take you up on that.
Where's Christine? The waitress.
Yeah, yeah. She called a cab. Said something about catching a plane.
Did she?
I'm so sorry.
Please, don't do that...
I apologize, sir, I'm having a bad day...
A bad month. You did the exact same thing to me last week.
Don't help me, just get more napkins. And soda water.
It was an accident.
Terrific. I now have a hundred dollar dry cleaning bill.
I said I was sorry...
Pardon me... Miss... ?
Oh, no... you.
I'm not sure how this works. Do you have something for me... ? I got this note...
What are you babbling about, psycho?
I want to know what's going on. Are you part of this?
What's going on? I'm going on my second job this month, and now I'm going on unemployment.
Excuse me, I need to explain...
Don't explain. Fuck off. Goodbye.
What's with him?
I don't know... he fell.
Do you know what to do?