:10:00
Ruin my Saturday afternoon
in front of the TV.
:10:03
Guy's in trouble, in a motel
room with half a million. . .
:10:08
. . .scared, writing on everything,
making desperation calls.
:10:13
He covers his trail: burns his
clothes, swallows that paper.
:10:18
That happens in the morning,
and he's dead by noon.
:10:21
Maybe that piece of paper
wasn't digested.
:10:28
Intestinal gases. The ever-loving
death fart of a warthog.
:10:34
All we got are two names:
"Goodman" . . .
:10:36
. . .and a date written on
a fast food wrapper. . .
:10:39
. . .kind of looks
like an appointment:
:10:41
"Noreen. "
Who the hell is Noreen?
:10:45
Ease off. You're as persistent
as a dog with two dicks.
:10:57
You'll owe me for this one.
Promise you that.
:11:17
Looks like a radish.
They in season?
:11:19
Oh, cut it out, Bert.
:11:24
And here's a carrot.
:11:26
Garbanzo beans.
:11:29
This may be putrefied lettuce.
:11:31
Must've been a salad bar.
:11:34
There's a sorrowful last act
for a desperate man.
:11:39
Hey, maybe Noreen was with him.
:11:41
Maybe she had
a big burger with fries.
:11:44
Maybe Mr. Goodman had apple pie.
:11:47
Yeah, it's all starting
to make sense now.
:11:50
We'll call it
"The Big Lunch. "
:11:57
Wait, what is. . .?
:11:59
Goddamn. This looks like paper.