Dead Man

Look out the window.

And doesn't this remind you

of when you were in the boat?

And then later that night,

you were lying, looking

up at the ceiling,

and the water

in your head...

was not dissimilar

from the landscape,

and you think to yourself,

"Why is it that the landscape...

is moving,

but... the boat

is still?"

And also... Where is it

that you're from?

- Cleveland.

- Cleveland.

- Lake Erie.

- Erie.

Do you have any parents

back in, uh, Erie?

They passed on recently.

And, uh,

do you have a wife...

in Erie?

No.

- A fiance?

- Well, I...

I had one of those,

but, um,

she changed her mind.

- She found herself somebody else.

- No.

Yes, she did.

Well, that doesn't explain...

why you've come

all the way out here,

all the way out here to hell.

I, uh,

have a job

out in the town of Machine.

Machine? That's

the end of the line.

- Is it?

- Yes.

Well, I...

received a letter...

from the people at Dickinson's

Metal Works...

Oh.

Assuring me

of a job there.

Is that so?

Yes. I'm an accountant.

I wouldn't know,

because, uh, I don't read,

but, uh, I'll tell you

one thing for sure:

I wouldn't trust no words

written down on no piece of paper,

especially from no "Dickinson"

out in the town of Machine.

- You're just as likely

to find your own grave.

Look. They're

shooting buffalo.

Government says...

killed a million of 'em

last year alone.

Pardon me, sir. Could you please

direct me towards the office?

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

How do you do, sir?

I'm Bill Blake,

your new accountant from Cleveland.

What the heck

are you doin' here?

Well, uh, I have here

this letter...

which confirms

my position here.

Well, this letter

is postmarked two months ago.

Makes you about

a month late.

This here is Mr. Olafsen.

He's our new accountant.

I'm sorry. I think

there's been some mistake.

- Look, Mr. Black,

- Blake.

I'm a very busy man, and Mr. Dickinson

does not pay me for idle conversation.

Well, I'm sure he doesn't, but

this letter confirms my position here.

Now, I've spent everything I had

left after my parent's funeral

just to get here.

Listen, Mr. Black,

I've got a lot of work to do here,

and this ain't

my business.

I'd like to speak

to Mr. Dickinson.

No, I-I don't think

you want to do that.

I insist on speaking

to Mr. Dickinson, sir.

You insist?

- I insist.

- You insist?

Yes, I do.

Well, go on then, lad.

There's the door.

All right then.

Go on then!

Well, I will.

Hello?

Mr. Dickinson?

Who the hell are you?

And where did you get

that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland?

Well, actually, yes, sir.

I did, uh, get it

in Cleveland.

What the hell are you

doin' in my office?

Well, I-I-I came

to talk about my job.

The only job you're gonna get in here

is pushin' up daisies from a pine box.

Now get out.

Thank you

very much, sir.

Back to work,

Mr. Olafsen.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Pardon me, sir.

Could I get

a bottle, please?

We liked you better

when you was a whore.

Jackass.

Shit!

Why don't you just

paint my portrait?

I'm sorry.

- Let me help here. One.

- This one's no good. No, it's ruined.

- Two.

- It's no good.

Oh, here. Oh!

Watch yourself.

- You okay? You all right?

- Yeah.

Here. Have a drink.

Would you like a drink?

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Would you mind walking me

away from here?

- S-Sure. Sure.

- Yeah?

I'll just get

my suitcase.

- It's that way.

- All right.

Oh, shit.

I have a sneaking suspicion that that

large man back there was inebriated.

- I was gonna say something, but I

don't wanna cause any trouble.

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