As primeras 200 linias.
We pay $5,000 per unit.
However, if you're willing to give more than 10%,
purchase price doubles.
Payment is made in full on the day of removal.
There's also a standard confidentiality clause.
That's detailed on page seven of the release.
Do you have any questions?
Yes.
Will it hurt?
I told you, don't worry about that.
I'm allowed to worry.
I'm your wife.
The procedure itself doesn't hurt.
Some donors complain of fatigue
accompanied by minor headaches.
Nothing that a few aspirin won't fix.
Yes, but, will he be...
The longterm effects?
Yeah, a common question.
The simple answer, as far as we can tell,
based on, now, thousands of clinical trials,
is there aren't any.
But would you like some more time to think it over?
We don't have time.
The mortgage company is breathing down our backs,
and your sister's not gonna bail us out this time.
Look, what about 10%? Is that enough?
Absolutely.
But remember, 15 is double the price.
Trust me.
You won't even miss it.
Ready?
Be as still as possible.
We're done.
I gave him a mild sedative,
so he should sleep through the night.
Three.
You got it.
Yeah. Here you go. Thank you.
I started to have second thoughts,
and then I had second thoughts about the second thoughts.
Millie? Look who's here.
Millie?
Are you ready, hon?
Now, I need something that belongs to Mildred
so that I can confirm this is a match.
Thank you.
Good. It's close enough.
What now?
Now we turn it into a consumable.
Okay, Mildred.
Can you do this for me?
Say "..."
Very good.
Sweetheart.
How do you feel?
Richard?
Let me help you out.
The first bunny ear, he meets the second bunny ear.
Over, round...
All right.
All right.
What's up with him?
He's French.
What are we having here then?
Reddiwip, marshmallows, hot fudge. My God!
First one's for you.
Well, I'm bloody honored.
You're cooking.
Yeah. So?
So, nothing.
I love your cooking.
Get the fire extinguisher.
Funny.
Now you get to set the table.
So, listen, I wanna talk to you about yesterday.
Yeah?
Look. You know what I mean. I know we both said some things there...
"Said some things," honestly,
it sounds like a bloody lover's quarrel.
Look, what I'm trying to tell you
is I can be a real bastard without even trying and I'm sorry.
All right?
Don't worry about it.
Yeah?
That's good.
You got anything you wanna say to me?
You're forgiven.
So...
What are we doing today?
I've heard there's this place in the Quarter
where they shoot you in the chest for money.
I think that might be fun.
What? Yeah.
You wear a vest and that. It's a game.
Where they pay you to get shot in the chest?
Yeah, or you pay them. That part was unclear.
Well, we could get shot in the chest for unclear reasons,
or we could do what we came to do
in the first place and look for God.
Where exactly in the Quarter was this, Cass?
All right. Searching for God it is then.
There's a bunch of jazz clubs left. We could hit those.
- More marshmallow? - No, no.
Let's let the diabetes take its own time, shall we?
Or the cryptofascists Lara told me about.
The men in the white suits.
I'm telling you now, when it comes to cryptofascists,
the Reptilians, they're gonna be way more likely.
Who's Lara?
This lounge singer I met...
Lara, the lounge singer.
That's right, I remember now. You were quite excited about her.
No, I wasn't.
Yes, you were. You come in all flusteredlike.
No, I was excited by the lead she gave me.
Not her.
I wasn't being defensive.
She was in trouble. I helped her.
That's it. Okay, good.
Now the God audition seems like a dead end.
All we have is a hand shooting a gun.
So, good to find out
who shot that bloody gun. Yeah.
Why don't we just zoom in on the serial number?
"Helping's" good. It is good.
What? On the gun.
I said it was good.
Zoom in on the serial number
and then trace it back to the owner.
It's always good to give a girl
a good helping whenever you can.
Just like they do in the shows, and that.
I couldn't agree with you more. What are you talking about?
I'm talking about zooming in on the gun to find out who shot it.
You just zoom in, then you... Okay. Seriously.
What the hell happened with you and this girl?
I didn't marry her, Tulip.
I'll tell you that much.
Which one?
Tell me.
That one.
Don't make me shoot you, man.
I'll do it.
I swear.
I'll do it.
Where's the Preacher?
Ain't no preacher here, man.
I'm a Jew!
You know, zoom in, resolve.
"Hold on. Is that a clue there?"
You know, like they do in the shows.
Preacher?
Are you serious, man?
No!
Don't make me bust you up!
When you say "the shows,"
you mean TV shows that take place,
say, in outer space or the Pentagon?
Yeah, but we don't do any of that.
We take the tapes down to the Circuit Works,
and we let the Dork Docs do all the bloody faffing about
with their technicological software, and that.
- That so? - Yeah.
Just love me TV shows, all right?
Which shows do you watch, exactly?
I love 'em all. Highschool shows, law shows, love them.
Love serial killers and stuff like that.
Terrorist attacks, comedians.
I love reality TV,
you know, like eejits just riding
around the world on motorcycles,
and fat women looking for prizes.
So basically, you watch trash TV.
I do not just basically watch trash TV at all.
It's really... You get a survey
on the human experience, all right?
Watching those fat ladies transform
is a beautiful thing, it's wonderful.
Then they finally learn to love themselves,
and sometimes the producers even pay
to get rid of their stretch marks.
You really ought to try watching it, it's very neat.
Hey, guys.
Fiore's dead.
Dead, dead?
Wait. The angel from the casino?
I thought he was, like... He couldn't die.
I guess not.
Apparently a cowboy shot him and he never came back.
So what do we do now?
What, about the indestructible angel killer?
I think it's pretty clear that we run.
We can't run forever.
He'll just keep finding us.
Unless you stop using
the power.
That's how he keeps tracking us, right?
No, I need that to help me find God.
Well, I don't know what then.
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