All Night Long

We're dealing with human beings here, George. You know that.

And this decision is for everyone's good,

for the company... and for you.

You're an old company man, George.

And in this company, we listen...

because we're in the people business.

So please, feel free to express yourself.

He was always such a calm man, a real gentleman.

How long's he been here? Let's see, 20 years at least.

No, I mean now... today. Just an hour.

He attacked Mr. Shuster. They wrestled him to the floor, and then I sedated him.

Blood pressure? Normal again. One-forty over ninety.

That's a little high. What's he do exactly?

I'm not sure which department. Regional sales?

But I know he's a smart man. Ah, that's too bad. He's kinda cute too.

When a person his age is counting heavily on a promotion,

and he's repeatedly passed over, the disappointments get...

Life is full of disappointments. What's the prognosis? You want it clinically?

He's experienced a profound adaptational response to emotional stress.

Expect him to feel depressed for as long as a few weeks. John, let me explain.

You hit him?

It's gonna be all right. Just take it easy, Helen.

You actually hit Ralph Shuster?

I had to. I couldn't take it anymore.

I can't believe this is happening to us. I refuse to believe it.

Well, it is! And I'm sorry.

Look at your shirt. It's okay. It's not my blood.

What happens to him now? Out on his ass?

No. We'll have to find something for him.

Seniority.

Manager's office, please.

Oh. Right up there.

Thank you.

Shoppers, special today, Ultra-Save Multi-Vitamins.

Mostly you'll find the night manager's biggest job... just keepin' the lid on.

Keepin' the local scumbags in line. You're gonna get 'em all.

Come crawlin' in here 1:00 a.m. lookin' for our narcotics.

Garbage dirt bags, all of them!

They hit the pharmacy, take everything that's not chained down.

Oh, and here.

You got this. Come on, come on.

The company owns it for insurance reasons.

Come here. That guard down there?

Don't rely on him in a crisis.

Had this guy with a razor one time. Came in, tried to kill the register girl.

He froze like a December turd in Lake Erie.

Had to do it myself.

You had to do what?

Put him away.

Whoop!

Oh, uh, "Doopler.” It's... Dupler.

Dup. Up, up. Right.

My advice... just watch me.

In sixteen months, I'm moving up to headquarters.

That's where I was. Foot in mouth.

That's okay.

One more thing. Very important.

Never come down an aisle without first checking the glass.

It'll be your second skin after 2:00 a.m. against things like that.

Jesus Christ! Just don't show fear.

What the hell are you doing here? Hi, Dad.

Button your shirt up.

Mike Gibbons just died.

Mike? Yeah. Dropped dead at a P.T.A. meeting.

Well, how? I don't know. Brain "hemorrhoid."

Hemorrhage? Yeah.

What a fellowship

that a joy divine

leaning on the everlasting arms

that a blessedness

that a peace is mine

leaning on the everlasting arms

leaning on Jesus

Joan, I brought you some quiche.

Joanie. Joan.

Jennifer, this is my sister Helen Dupler.

It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm all right.

Hi. I'm Helen's husband. Hi.

Helen? Yes. Helen is my wife.

Your son Mike was married to her sister Joan.

Your daughter-in-law. Cheryl?

No, no, Joan. Joan.

He was a... wonderful man.

A, uh... fine teacher. The children loved him.

George, that's enough.

They're grief-stricken. I know. I was just trying to...

Hello. Do you remember me? I'm Helen.

You're Joan's sister! Yes.

This is my husband. This is Joan's sister Helen.

And my son Frederick.

Frederick. Hello.

My wife. How do you do?

Sorry about your brother.

A thing like that just scares the shit out of a guy my age. My age too.

You want one of these liverwurst? Oh, no, thanks.

Now, who's that? Huh?

That's my wife... Cheryl.

She looks different. She is different.

There's no one quite like her within 20 miles of here.

I have all I can do to keep up with her. What do you mean?

Well, her mind, and the ideas that she has.

You know. You gotta keep 'em in line.

Your son's a hell of a painter. You should encourage him.

I'm sorry. He did our bedroom walls Friday night.

Latex enamel, quick. In and out like there's no tomorrow.

For him, there may not be.

Go on. Take a look. Through the kitchen, down the hallway.

And, George, when you get in there, check out the H-2-bed, huh?

Yeah. Hey, he's a nice dog.

Maximillian? Yeah. Max, wanna eat?

Come on, boy. Want a sausage?

He's clever.

The dog sucks.

He needed me blessed...

Mr. Shuster's office.

Elizabeth, hi. It's George Dupler.

Could I speak to Mr. Shuster, please? One moment please.

Yeah. I'll hold.

Hi, Freddie.

Havin' a good time?

Mr. Dupler? He isn't back from lunch.

Yeah, well, I understand. Um, could you have him call me at home please?

Hi, chief.

Are my teeth clean? Damn right they are.

Dental floss. I know what my assets are.

Teeth!

Mr. "Doopler,” broken register.

Dup. Dup. Dupler.

The swivel arm's hitting the key bar.

It ain't the swivel arm. I bent that back straight yesterday.

I bet you did. That's the transfer wheel.

What, this little wheely thing here? Lemme try it.

I don't give a shit what the Department of Commerce thinks.

Liquid assets, frozen assets, solids, gaseous...

Sir, this register is closed. Fuck 'em! Teeth!

Emily, will you take care of him please?

I'm printed in all the famous publications. Just follow me please.

I'm here to tell you something. The Federal Radiation Council doesn't know shit.

Do this. Do that. Who the hell are all these people?

Fuck if I know.

Hey, how'd you do that?

Magic.

Say, chief.

In the unlikely event they capture my sidearm,

don't worry.

I'm ready.

- Russell, come here a minute. - Yes, ma'am!

Freddie, your poor father's trying to sleep.

Frederick!

What?

Do you think we could have a little peace and quiet?

Freddie!

Freddie!

Okay, I'll be in the bathroom.

How's my boy?

Okay.

Big Fred.

Are you gettin' any lately? Huh?

Cheryl Gibbons.

Your mother's sister's late husband's brother's wife.

You're puttin' it to her, aren't you?

Yeah, I guess so.

Did you actually charge Bob to paint his bedroom?

Yeah. Why not?

I don't want to hear that you went back to see that lady.

You understand?

She's lonely.

Firemen work all night. Sometimes two days straight. That's her problem, not yours.

Well, I think I love her.

Every part of her.

Hello? Yeah, hi, Mrs. Phillips.

I think she's on the toilet. Just a minute.

Mom!

Mrs. Phillips!

Just a second.

Bonjour, Dorothy!

Ha! No, I was just puttin' some Drano in the shower.

Barbecue time at Ultra-Save.

Today only, a ten-pound bag of self-lighting charcoal briquettes, one-third off.

Hi.

Mrs. Gibbons. Cheryl.

Check okay on four.

You get it, Emily. No way, Mr. "Doopler.”

What are you doing here anyway? Uh...

Hey, I ain't takin' on this kind of responsibility.

Can I see some identification, sir?

It says my name on the check. "Jacob Horowitz?"

As you live and breathe. I was adopted. Sir!

Sir, would you put that back please?

Russell, counter 17. Layaway plan. No cash down.

Hold it! Hold it right there!

Hold it! Wh...

- Freeze! - Shoot me. Shoot me.

Russell!

Russell? Hold it. Hold it.

Hold it. Hold it!

Parker, give us a hand. I could've used some backup!

Emily!

Leon! Boy, that was pretty amazing the way you handled that.

Emily! Coming, Mr. "Doopler.”