most
outrageous lies about it.
Half-baked, goggle-boxed do-gooders
telling everybody it's bad for you.
Pernicious nonsense! Everybody could
stand 100 chest x-rays a year.
They should have them too.
When they cancelled the project,
it almost did me in.
One day my mind was ready to burst,
the next day, nothing!
Swept away.
But I showed them.
I had a lobotomy in the end.
Lobotomy? Isn't that for loonies?
Not at all.
A friend of mine had one.
Designer of the neutron bomb.
Ever heard of the neutron bomb?
Destroys people,
leaves buildings standing.
Fits in a suitcase so small, no one
knows it's there, until: Blam!
Eyes melt,
skin explodes, everybody dead.
It's so immoral working on it,
it can drive you mad.
That happened to a friend of mine,
so he had a lobotomy.
Now he's well again.
What kind of car does he drive?
Chevy Malibu.
This is really a nice old car.
Why don't you let me drive?
What do you mean?
I don't know... I mean...
don't you feel funny?
Why should I feel funny?
The two hemispheres
are fundamentally at odds.
Hemisphere, hemisphere.
It's strange,
I do feel funny...
PARTY AT MILLERS
CU THERE!
Here's the young new waver
we've all heard so much about.
My old man used to
have a Mohawk.
He was in the service then.
He was such a monster,
I used to have to tell him no.
My old man was the same,
until we got married.
Hey Oly, your wife's all over Otto.
Like flies on shit.
Have you seen Bud?
- Who?
Hey Ace, wait up.
You want to talk about it?
- Talk about what?
Why are you so mad at me?
- I'm not mad at you.
I'm not.
- All right. OK.
Debbi?
- What?
I've been thinking.
Now that we got some money,
and Archie's gone...
don't you think
it's time we settled down?
Get a little house?
I want you to have my baby.
- Why?
I don't know.
Everybody does it.
And it just seems
like the thing to do.
Asshole.
Let's do the job!
Duke! Debbi! What are you doing here?
What's it look like, Ace?
- Against the wall!
I'll kill him! I kill everybody!
Drop it, motherfucker!
Shit!
Is it too late to get
romantically involved?
A little.
Wait! Stick with me,
and I'll make you a repo wife.
Bollucks!
Here!
I'm here, man.
The lights are growing dim.
I know a life of crime led me
to this sorry fate...
And yet,
I blame society.
Society made me
what I am.
Bullshit! You're a white
suburban punk, just like me.
But it still hurts.
You're gonna be all right.
Maybe not.
He's dead all right. - No doubt.
- A goner. - Man.
Booth's setting him on fire.
The car!
The Chevy Malibu! Where's the car?
You better stay out of this.
- Why? - It's none of your business.
You want to be a hero?
I'd rather be a chicken man. - A what?
A chicken man.
Did you ever see a farmer's wife?
Let go of me!
It's peaceful, man.
The Malibu!
Let's go!
No, wait. My car's gone, and we're
going to get to the bottom of this.
Like hell we are.
Not in my face!
Freeze, Marlene!
My face!
- Over my dead body.
If that's how you want it.
- Come and get me. Come on!
I've been wanting to for a long time.
- Come on.
Come on, if you're man enough.
- Hey Plettsch!
Coffee break!
Good evening, Otto.
This is Agent Rogersz.
I'm going to
ask you a few questions.
Since time is short and you may lie,
I'm going to have to torture you.
But I want you to know,
it isn't personal.
This isn't really necessary. I'll
tell you anything you want to know.
Good. Where is the Malibu?
- I don't know.
Somebody
ripped it from the yard.
I don't think he knows.
- Increase the voltage!
But what if he's innocent?
- No one is innocent. Proceed.
Look at them. High heels,
hairnets, ridiculous trenchcoats,
how pathetic!
Agent Rogersz, they're getting away!
- It's all part of the plan.
Otto, pull yourself together.
Marlene!
What's going on?
- We're going to the hospital.
Dr. Benway to surgery.
Hey, I know you! You're the one
who ran into my trash.
Shh yourself!
Visiting hours are now