Guy Manley - A Real Movie

So what do you think about the election?

Well, I think Rich Cash is going to win most definitely.

Oh!

Rich Cash is

Yeah.

Hmm.

Little glittery box.

Are we celebrating? Hmm?

-Um... -Is my brother dead?

Well, sir, the, uh...

Did they kill him? Where are they?

Uh, that's them, sir.

What's left of them.

If elite team could not kill him, who can?

We sent everyone.

Well, not everyone, sir.

I'm not that desperate.

We still have time before election.

Of course, sir. My apologies...

It's just that you've been watching that tape a lot lately.

-I just thought-- -What tape?

I don't know this tape.

I don't watch.

Leave me, I have business!

Of course, sir.

I'm sorry.

Well, what do you think about Rich Cash?

Well, I'm more interested in his brother,

Buck Cash, who's running against him.

Do you think that he can win with that hideous face scar?

Well, maybe.

But the people, on the other hand,

have other ideas, because he is not a winner!

You have convinced me,

Rich Cash will win and Buck will lose.

Yes, of course!

There's no chance in hell

that Buck Cash will ever win this election.

You did it!

Marriage is like cutting your arms off.

First one's the easiest.

Jeez, man.

How many divorces are you going through?

In the name of the wee man! You're Guy Manley!

You're my favorite spy!

Secret, it's not me.

It's really you!

It's an honor, Mr. Manley.

I'm Lewis!

Oh, thank you, Lewis.

You're a nice boy.

No, I'm another Guy.

I-- I have a wife.

Alright, don't worry.

I won't tell anyone.

But just between you and me,

I do a bit of espionage meself.

So if you ever need help on a mission maybe I could...

What am I saying?

Stupid.

Why would you ever need my...

But, just in case!

That's me number on the napkin, so just call whenever--

Or-- or don't.

I don't know.

Uh, no.

No.

Alright, I'll be off then.

Guy Manley. What a legend!

Those kids were dead long before I shot them, officer.

What are you up to, Mr. Manley?

I hope you're enjoying retirement.

Oh! Hello, Buck.

What do you want, marriage counseling?

Niet.

Understandable.

My marriage actually went really, really bad.

Right.

Anyway, I did not just call for nice little chitchat.

In fact, I have a big concern.

And I might just need you back at work.

Would it be possible to talk in person?

Well, sure.

Oh!

It's about my brother Richard.

Oh, Rich Cash!

The big R?

Sure.

Rich Cash for mayor,

the Cash brother you can count on!

Only he won't be our next mayor.

Ah!

I will.

Oh.

Because you are going to kill him before election.

I see. And hear.

You're my very last option.

Kill Rich Cash after the election.

Got it!

Before the election!

It's in 30 days, a month from now.

Which gives you plenty of time.

And I don't care how you do it.

Rip his heart out, shove it down his throat.

I just want my brother dead!

Fine, I'll do it.

Don't you want to know what's in it for you?

Yeah. Yeah, I really do.

Hmm. Five--

Deal.

Million dollars.

This is going to be extremely dangerous.

You will need to be in top shape for this.

I'm ready.

I'm ready to get Cash!

Don't let this be a mistake.

But first, I need a drink.

No drinking on job!

Not a drop until mission is over!

What about water?

I'll die.

Just...

Just stay sober.

Don't let me down, Mr. Manley.

Well, I haven't had a drink in minutes!

One drink please.

You got it, Guy Manley.

Oh, just a reminder though,

there's an Election Day event tomorrow night.

So if you wanna watch the results live,

I mean, this is the place to be.

Tomorrow?

I'll be here.

Tomorrow?

It's in 30 days, a month from now.

Which gives you plenty of time.

I...

Are-- are you okay?

I forgot to kill somebody.

Gotta go!

Wait.

What the fuck am I doing?

What would Jésus do?

It's all your fault.

Your fault.

If this is what being sober feels like,

I give up.

What's this?

One, two, three.

Yeah. Numbers!

Wait...

If you ever need help on a mission...

I do need help on a mission.

How do you get a hold of you?

That's me number on the napkin, so just call whenever...

The number on the napkin!

It's right there!

Just call the bloody number you doolally spunk trumpet!

Oh!

Alright, it's Lewis.

Help!

Mr. Manley?!