The Mechanic

Hiya.

Arthur, it's Harry.

I've been trying to get ahold of you for three days.

-What's the matter? -I gotta see you.

Now. Please.

-One hour. -Arthur, I've got big trouble.

It just doesn't make any sense, Arthur.

They said I broke the agreement.

Day before yesterday, they stopped answering my calls.

What can I do?

Give 'em a call. Say a few words on my behalf.

I wouldn't know who.

Why should they listen to me? I'm no part of that.

No, but your father was. A very important part.

His brains helped put the whole thing together for 'em.

They still talk about him like he was a patron saint.

You've got his name.

Please, Arthur?

It's all I've got.

Thanks.

Save it.

Come on outside. Let's have a drink.

You know, I've given a good many years.

Me and your father both.

How many friends you think I got right now, huh?

What?

I was just thinkin'. Remember that fishin' trip...

that you and me and your father took up to Canada?

You was about eight, right?

Seven or eight.

You fell overboard.

You couldn't swim.

Your old man says, "He'll learn pretty fast."

You were floppin' around. You looked like a drowned rat.

But you didn't say a word.

You didn't yell for help or nothin'.

You just kept lookin' at your old man...

and he didn't make a move.

Well, pretty soon I had to reach out...

and grab you by the hair and pull you in the boat.

You looked like a drowned rat.

Your old man, he laughed like hell.

That was a long time ago.

Hey, what are you drinkin'?

We've got vodka...

we got scotch, bourbon.

Arthur, this is my son Steve.

Steve, this is Mr. Bishop.

Hi. How are you?

I need some bread, Dad.

What are you talkin' about? Why, just this morning I was--

I only need a thousand.

Besides, my asking you for money...

makes you feel I'm dependent on you.

Kinda ties us together.

Fast, huh?

Chromosomes will tell.

He's got a point.

My father gets uptight when I ask him for money...

he steals from other people.

Steve, that's enough.

Don't get excited. It's bad for you.

Nice to meet you. Drop by any time, huh?

Any friend of Big Harry's...

I know you gotta go.

I'm sorry about that.

Forget it.

I just don't understand him anymore.

It's just so...

Well, call me when you know something, OK

OK.

Take care of yourself.

Arthur Bishop?

I have a special delivery.

Certified. Please sign here.

Mr. Bishop?

We would like you to go ahead...anytime.

-Nothin' else, huh? -Nothin' else.

You're to wait down there...

and I wait for you at the top of the hill.

Well, could you tell anything by his voice?

I mean the tone?

Harry, stay loose.

Yeah, sure.

It's like you say, if they're willin' to talk, well...

Harry, I'll be parked right up there.

Say, don't you think that...

Hello?!

Well, I'm here!

Come on, let's talk.

You said we were gonna talk!

Harry, run to the car.

-It's a set-up. -I can't!

I'll try to get behind him.

Run!

Oh, God.

I can't--

Keep going!

I can't.

You?

This is it, huh?

Finish it, Arthur.

You or me.

Finish it.

I had a feeling.

Can I come in?

Oh, my darling, it's been so long.

I said I wasn't gonna do this.

I had it all worked out.

I go to the door, there you are.

I smile, very poised, as if I just saw you yesterday.

I'm sorry.

Nothing's changed.

It never does.

OK, I think I've got it together.

You know...

I think you've lost some weight.

I wrote you a letter.

I couldn't mail it.

I didn't know where.

I keep moving around.

It's true, you know.

I do always know when you're near.

ESP.

Maybe.

What's the matter, baby?

Well, I've been here about three minutes...

and you've managed about one recrimination a minute.

I can't seem to feel anything but hurt when you're not here.

I guess when I see you again, I just have to hurt back.

Did you really write me a letter?

"My dearest love...

"I'm once again alone."

I can't hear you.

"And the silence in this room...

"presses against my ears until I'm deafened.

"This is the way I live until I see you again...

"and then you're here and there's no past.

"Only the two of us.

"I know these words hurt you...

"because you can't give anything but the moment...

"but I have to write them now...

"because somehow my need for you must find its voice.

"And you - what of your pain?

"If you could only let me have...

"one small part of the weight of it."

Don't read anymore.

Don't you see?

Even that would be a comfort to me when you're not here.

Oh, my darling, I love you so much. I can't --

Don't. It's gonna be all right.

Oh, baby, I love you.

Oh, my darling.

Darling, take us to bed.

Baby, I missed you. I'm so glad you're here.

I love you.

It'll be a hundred more this time.

The letter took me a while to make up.

All right?

Yes. The letter was good.

Try to think of something like it for next time.

OK, I will.

To his community and church...

he gave his resources, his faith, and his spirit.

His good works comfort us in the going.

We commit his remains to your earth, O, Father...

and we pray you vouchsafe him eternal life.

I've always been interested in primitive rituals...

Like tucking the dead away.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son...

and to the Holy Spirit.

Glory be to the father, Harry McKenna...

fixer extraordinaire...

pusher, pimp, thief, arsonist.

You liked him a lot?

Oh, yeah. He was my kind of man.

What was your connection with him?

He worked for my father a long time back.

He thought I could do him a favor.

So, your old man was in, huh?

And you?

Don't you think you should be...

Yeah, you got somethin' goin'.

You're pretty sure of yourself.

I live in my mind, Mr. Bishop.

Sounds like something I read someplace.

And so do you.

Could I have a ride home?

Sure.

Amen.

Come on. Steve's got the whole place outside.

Good old Steve!

What are they celebrating?

Well, this is all mine now.

My father never really liked my friends...

and I'm not so sure I do, either.

Hey, we've got a call here from Katmandu.

Hey, Katmandu's calling, Sam.

Yes, I placed a call to Sydney, Australia.

We got the White House.