Final Kill

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What kinda medication?

Prozac.

- What? - Prozac.

No, I heard you the first time.

Why the hell do you wanna give me Prozac?

It'll stabilize your mood and mke you feel better.

Well, how's it gonna do that?

It prevents the reuptake of serotonin in your brain,

so serotonin levels rise, and that tends to stabilize mood.

That's how that works. - Oh, for Christ sakes.

Nothing can be easy with you shrinks, can it?

- Look... - You know what?

People come in here and they spend, what, $200

thinking that you're gonna unlock

some superpower in their soul

so they can go home and fuck their wives better

or discover some new courage

to finally admit to themselves that they're gay.

Or maybe, how about this one,

stop draining their husband's bank account based on the fact

that they think that he's fucking

probably one of your other clients, and what do you do?

You prescribe them some pills?

Ha!

You know what that's called?

That's called a racket.

I beg your pardon.

No, I should be begging you for 200 bucks back!

Christ on a cross.

Thank god there's no problems with my,

you know.

Lord knows what kinda pills you'd wanna give me for that.

- Mr. Rome. - Mickey.

Mickey.

I have asked you numerous times

what it is you do for a living

that's causing so much of this anxiety.

I already told you.

You told me that you occasionally transport things.

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

Something like what?

You know, I take things from one place to the next.

I protect stuff.

- You protect stuff. - Sure.

Uh-huh.

Give me an example.

- I can't do that. - Why not?

Doc, you can't ask me questions.

That is my job.

No, apparently your job is prescribing people crazy pills!

Not crazy pills.

They are crazy pills, okay?

And I'm not crazy!

Mr. Rome...

Mickey, answer me this, at least this:

Do you have a stressful job?

Sure.

All right, now enlighten me.

What is it about that job that is so stressful?

Some jobs just seem to be a little bit harder, that's all.

Like this last one, for instance.

Stay low.

Stay low behind me, okay?

All right.

Get down, get down!

Get down!

Listen.

Listen to me!

Hey, listen!

On the count of three,

you're gonna get behind me, all right?

Okay, on three.

Ready?

Here we go.

One.

Three.

Let's go!

Move, move, move, move, move, move!

Stay low, stay low!

Down, down, down, down, down!

Shit.

Dammit, man!

Who the hell are you?!

What?!

Who the hell are you?!

Mitch, shut the fuck up!

Mitch: Why are you getting involved with this?!

Just give me the girl!

It's my job, asshole!

Dammit!

Yeah, I shoulda never took this job.

I didn't wanna take this job.

Shit.

Calm down, all right?

Breathe, just breathe.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

We're gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Hey, asshole!

I didn't wanna take this fucking job to begin with

and I don't even like these goddamn people!

I got a deal for ya!

I keep the girl, you go home alive.

How about that?

Sounds like a good deal, doesn't it?

Fuck your deal!

Look, man, just give me the girl

and you can go on your merry way!

No!

Mitch: You motherfucker!

Don't move, okay?

Do you understand what I'm telling you?

Stay there.

Asshole!

Drop the gun.

Drop the gun.

Come here.

Mickey: Go ahead, do it.

You stupid bastard.

Mickey.

What?

You were gonna tell me about that last job you did

and how hard it was for you.

Oh.

Sorry, doc.

Job ain't what it used to be.

Well, age has an effect on all of us.

Who said anything about age?

I was just trying to make light.

You know, a guy like me comes in here,

you just reiterate the same shit that comes outta my mouth.

Some profession you got. - Excuse me.

Oh look, here, a master's degree in bullshit!

- Excuse me! - More bullshit.

Pfft, that's horseshit. - Feel better?

You're lucky I'm not a depressed son of a bitch.

I just might've thought of taking a header

off a goddamn skyscraper

or played leapfrog into oncoming traffic.

I hope you're not telling me

you have a plan to hurt yourself.

But I will tell you this:

At very least, you have an anger problem.

Why would you say that?

You have a very, very short fuse.

Short fuse, what is that, some type of analogy?

You know what, Doc, this psychotherapy shit,

it ain't working.

Psychiatry.

Whatever.

Do you want the medication or not?

Screw the pills!

I don't know what your job is,

but it's having a terrible effect on your psyche

and your body, and it could just kill ya.

Mitch: Thank you, Dr. Obvous!

Mr. Rome, how good it is to see you again.

No need for the meet-and-greet, Chloe.

Mr. Reiser will be with you shortly.

Deacon's in the other room.

I do believe you know him.

I do know who he is

and I don't need an introduction, thank you very much.

Deacon, how the hell are you doin', buddy?

Hey!

Still tracking the numbers

and still getting interrupted by you, Rome.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Any idea why Carl wants me here?

Hey, before you answer that, how those hands doing?

You beat new information outta anybody lately?

I'm sure it's something very important to the agency.

Oh, I'm sure.

We do give you the tough jobs.

Yeah.

Never seen you with your head so low, Mick.

Had a rough week, pal.

Yeah, well, nobody said this job was easy.

Hell, nobody in this business wants to work,

but somebody's gotta do it.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Speaking of which, where is that little shit Paulie?

You got him working around here somewhere

sweeping up trash?

Because I haven't seen that asshole in a hot minute.

Wait.

Please tell me that you finally fired him.

Nah, Carl's got him working on a different gig.

Guy's built like a brick house,

but he's got brains like an outhouse.

Plus, every time I think of him,

the word prick comes up in my mind.

Yeah, you never did like him much.

You don't like him either.

Reiser will have you both on a job real soon,

I'm sure of it.

You're both really good at your individual assets.

Don't put your money on me working with that creeper.

How's he looking these days?