He Was A Quiet Man

Synopsis: A troubled loner, Bob Maconel, imagines blowing up the tower in Los Angeles where he works. He takes a revolver to his office intent on killing colleagues, and then himself. At home, he holds conversations with his fish, who encourage him to do it. His supervisor picks on him. As he's screwing his courage to the sticking place, he drops a bullet; while on the floor looking for it, another colleague does exactly what Bob has been planning. Bob emerges a hero and the one colleague he likes, a woman with a bright smile, is severely wounded. Can Bob help her through despair and find himself and joy in life? Or, as everyone says, is this impossible for a man like him?
Director(s): Frank A. Cappello
Production: Mitropoulos
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95 min

[Man narrating]

It was easier in the past.

A man knew what it was

to be a man.

You stood up for things

that were wrong.

You had the right

to do so.

You were expected

to do so.

The way you lived,

the training you put

yourself through,

prepared you for the

inevitable confrontations,

ones that could end

in dismemberment

or even death.

Then something happened.

We passed laws of decency.

Lawyers became our shepherds.

And what was once a fairly

easy thing to understand

became muddled

in the bureaucracy

of what we call

being civilized.

A man could

no longer stand up

to the wrongs

that were around him.

He had to go through

courts and lawyers

and trudge through miles

of red tape.

Women demanded equality,

and she got it.

Not by getting

everything the man had,

but by the man

being castrated

in the form

of order.

I don't care what you say.

That's not progress.

It's not evolution.

It's a disease,

and it needs someone

that understands

what's at stake.

Someone who can stand up

like a real man

and take action

against injustice

and unfairness

in this world.


Right now.

Before lunch.

Number one

for the office mascot.

Number two

for Miss Congeniality.

Number three

for "the early bird

gets the worm."


Four for

the master brownnoser.

Number five for

the ungrateful backstabber.

And last but not least,

number six...


number six...

Just do it.

You can do it.

Just do it.

[Man whistling]


Shelby wants this

by Friday, okay?

And make sure there's

nothing missing

this time.

Friday, Maconel.

[rapping on computer]

Make it happen.

[bullets clinking]

It's all about timing.

Nothing worthwhile

is done without it.

My time will come.


Um, my husband's

brother's family's

coming into town

next weekend

and I was just kind of

wondering maybe

if there's any possibility

you could do your yard?

I'll see what I can do.

That'd be great.


[Male voice]

Chickened out again,

didn't you?

I didn't chicken out.

I just didn't think

the timing was right.

[Male voice]

Oh, right.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

The timing again.

Hey, buddy,

I think I've heard

that one before.

You should be happy

I didn't do it today.

'Cause if I did,

who'd be here

to feed you, huh?

Hey, who cares

about food,

as long as those goddamn

bastards die, right?

Huh? They die.

F*** 'em.

All right. Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey. Hey, that's mine.

[chattering on TV]

[Man on radio]

Now, what exactly is

your fear

about these chickens?

[Man #2 on radio]

Well, the fear exactly

comes from the epidemic

of bird flu

and the diseases.

And then-- Pow! I mean,

we could all die.

Well, I think that's

just a bit extreme.

[bell dings]





[reading, overlapping]


[wind blowing]

Love the hula girl.



How's that recount coming?

You said Friday.

That's tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning.

I'd like to see it

before then.

Why? You won't be able

to tell if I missed


Look, I am not going

through this with you again.

Come on, Harper,

I wanna get a table

with a view.

I already reserved one.


Hey, what's this?

Hey, that's mine.

Put it down.

Come on.

What's it do?

Give it back.

Put it down.

Maybe it turns on his brain.

Give it back.

Give it back.

That's mine!

What's the button do?

Blow up the entire world!

Give it back.

Give it back.

Let it go.

Fine, take

your stupid toy.


[doll shatters]

I need that list done

by 5 P.M. sharp.



I'll let you have

the honors today.

[explosion rumbling]

[car alarm blaring]

Hey, hula man.

Hope you didn't break

her heart too.


[bell dings]

Were you looking

down my blouse?


Yeah, you're sorry.

Sorry you got caught.

I thought you were

somebody else.

Oh, so I'm not

the only one

you're harassing.

I'm not harass--

I have to deliver these.

I catch you looking at me

like that again,

I'm taking it upstairs.

You know, they have rules

to protect women

from men like you!

Mr. Harper?


You are so lucky

you didn't go home.

I wasn't going home.

Then where were you?

I told you I wanted

that list by 5.

That's why I brought them

up to your office,

but you weren't there.

Of course

I wasn't there.

I was down here

looking for you.

I thought you wanted me

to deliver them.

You thought.

You thought?

Give me this.

You didn't

staple it?

I used a paper clip.

Well, that was

really smart,

wasn't it?

Hey, Harp.

Shelby wants you in

on this conference call.


Staple those together

and wait in your cube

until I get back.

We're not done

with this.

There comes a time

when the diseased

and the weak

must be sacrificed

in order to save the herd.

One for the office mascot.

Number two

for Miss Congeniality.

Number three for

"the early bird gets

the worm."


Four for

the master brownnoser.

Number five for

the ungrateful backstabber.

And last but not least,

number six...


number six...

Just do it.

Just do it.

Just do it.

Oh, sh*t.


I told that drone

not to leave.

Hey, anybody seen Maconel?


women screaming]



Ralf, look

at what you did.


How did it feel?






[siren wailing

in distance]

I think that's

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