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My name is Julian Po.
I'm thirty years old...
and I'm recording
the story of my life...
on this tape recorder
for the purpose of...
recording my life. Heh.
No.
Recording my life
on this tape recorder...
which I bought two weeks ago
at the Payless for $ .
Uh, it's got
noise reduction, uh...
What do I say now?
I have no idea.
I tried to keep a journal once,
but that didn't work out.
I'm not a novelist
or anything like that.
Actually, I'm a bookkeeper.
It's not worth mentioning.
I'm Julian Po.
This is the story
of my trip to the sea.
Of all the places
I've never been...
it's the one
that I love the most.
No, no, no.
That didn't come out right.
Who's going
to hear this anyway?
Probably not even me.
Well? What the hell
do you want?
Your, uh... sign said
you had a vacancy.
It always says that.
It's permanent.
So you have no rooms.
Whoa.
You ain't puttin' words
in my mouth.
Sign that.
That's twenty bucks a night,
in advance.
Thank you.
Upstairs.
My sister will
show you the room.
- Thank you.
- Uh-huh.
Um... excuse me.
Could you tell me
where seven is?
Room seven.
Don't seem to be
any numbers here.
Thank you.
Are you done?
Oh.
A bath. That's good.
Uh... I'm in some town now.
I don't know what it's called
or where I am.
Checked into a hotel,
room seven.
Hmm.
Hmm. The bed squeaks.
Julian P-O. Jesus, what the hell
kind of name is that?
Hell if I know, Mayor.
Don't look like no tourist.
Could be a salesman
of some kind.
Could be some kind
of drug dealer.
Let's have a look at his car,
run a trace on the plates.
No car. He walked into town.
Walked? Nearest town
is forty miles.
You want me
to kick him out, Henry?
Better keep him here
awhile longer, Vern...
till we find out who he is.
Let me know if he does
anything funny.
You keep an eye on him, Leon.
Name could be an alias...
and I got a bad feeling
about that boy.
I'll stick to him like mud.
He could be a terrorist,
you know.
I wonder if he's up there
making bombs or something.
All my life,
I wanted to see the ocean.
Just can't imagine
what it's like to look out...
and see all the way
to the horizon.
Probably makes a man
want to live forever...
to see something like that.
Make me feel small...
but I've never been.
Wasn't like
I didn't have the time.
There was always time...
but I always had little details
to work out first...
errands to run...
bathroom scale's broken,
always something.
This time,
I'm going through with it.
I could have been there by now,
with a little luck.
I'll find out where I am,
get my bearings, and go.
No one's going to stop me.
I'll leave tomorrow.
You a nigger?
What?
Nigger blood.
You know...
maybe your granddaddy,
your grandmama way back.
No. Not that I know of. No.
Well, there's
something dark about you.
Um, I was just going.
I left the key
with your sister up there.
Where are you going?
I'm on my way to the ocean.
Yeah? You in trouble
with the law?
No.
Then why run if you ain't
runnin' from nothin'?
I'm not, uh... running.
Excuse me.
Never spent much time
in a small town before.
Never really spent much time
in a big one, either.
Moved around a lot
when we were kids.
Father sold copiers.
Anyway, I'm pretty used to
being anonymous.
I don't mean that in a bad way.
It's just that's how I am.
I don't think it's possible
to be anonymous here.
Maybe I'll stay another day
or two, see the sights.
Yeah.
Why don't you do that, Mr. Po?
Who is he?
Leon thinks he's a drug dealer.
Drug dealer? Oh, my God.
Well, he's in
the wrong place for that.
Nobody around here wants
to have any kind of fun...
much less illegal fun.
At least, almost no one.
Oh!
Why is everybody
in this town lookin' at me?
What, am I some kind of freak?
I can't believe you're just
gonna spray your dumb tomatoes.
You have an obvious felon
in your town, Henry.
You act like
nothing's happening.
Well, actually, sugar,
nothing is happening.
Yet. He could be right outside
that barn looking at us.
Ha ha ha ha!
He's gonna kill someone, Henry.
I just know he is.
Lilah, Leon's got him
under close surveillance.
If he tries anything,
we'll nail him.
Must be something in the water
around here...
makes everyone a moron.
Vern told me he sits in his room
and talks to himself.
Mm-hmm.
Said the same thing to me.
Are we sure he isn't
just some kind of tourist?
When was the last time
we had a tourist, pastor?
I say he's planning
something right now.
Lilah, you don't know that.
I can't do everything, Henry.
You're the goddamn mayor.
Find out what he's doing here.
I'll handle it, Lilah.
Who are you, mister?
Po. My name is...
We know your name...
At least what you say
your name is.
But what the hell are you
doing in our town?
- Here?
- That's where we are.
What you got
in that suitcase, son?
You was holding it
pretty close.
Now, if you bringing drugs
in here...
you come to the wrong place.
Drugs? I don't, uh,
I don't have any drugs.
You got the look
of a man on the run.
I'm a bookkeeper.
- Did he say he was a bookie?
- You a killer, boy?
Could be one of those
mass murderers.
He probably killed a whole bunch
of innocent women somewhere...
then you came here
to kill again.
Why did you come here?
My car broke down.
I was on my way
to the seashore for vacation.
Wasn't no broke-down car
on the road nowhere.
- I swear.
- Let me see your car keys.
I threw them away.
Listen, it's true...
and this just looked
like such a pretty town...
I decided to stay
for a few days.
This town is a dump,
and you know it.
- Just tell the truth.
- Why are you here?
You're gonna kill one of us?
No, no. Listen,
I just... I came here...
Maybe I should just go.
- Sit down.
- Now, tell us.
- Which one of us is it?
- You best confess, boy.
Out with it!
Me... uh, kill?
He admits it.
No, no, I just...
I came here just to...
You said you came here
to kill somebody.
Now, goddamn it, boy, who?
- Who is it?!
- I came to kill...
Speak, you bastard.
- Out with it.
- Say it!
Myself!
What did he say?
You, uh... came here
to kill yourself?
Yes.
It's just,
I wanted to, uh...
to be alone.
Are you dying of something?
No. My health is fine.
- What'd you do, lose your job?
- No.
Your wife left you.
A death in the family, maybe.
- No.
- What the hell was it, then?
How come you want
to kill yourself?
Got to be money or a woman.
It's always one of those two.
You really gonna kill yourself,
or are you just bullshitting?
Excuse me.
- Afternoon, Mr. Po.
- Hi.
Uh, I wanted to ask you
if there was a bus...
or a train
heading out of here...
something going east,
say, today?
Big dog used to come through,
but they cut it out.
What?
Big dog, the bus.
Goes around Mount Carmel now.
I see.
Listen, uh...
what I said about
being a nigger...
just... forget that,
will you?
No hard feelings.
Sure.
Hi. It's me.
R- Reverend Bean.
Pastor of
the Forks of the Water Church.
I was very moved
by what you said at Reva's.
Moved...
and troubled. May I?
Um...
Lovely room. Very nice.
Ah, a bath.
I'm a bath man myself.
You have time to think.
So...
you're going to kill yourself.
Why?
Uh, it's hard to say.
Unhappy?
And you think killing
yourself might help.
Have you ever
done this before?
Killed myself?
No, no. Of course,
you're alive, aren't you?
What I meant was, tried.
No.
Good. Glad to hear it.
Well...
Whew. It's good to talk,
get things off your chest.
It's not good to be alone.
Too much time alone...
make anybody want
to kill himself.
Well, I'll leave you
alone now.
You come by my church.
We'll talk some more.
- Promise.
- OK.
Hi. Hi there, Mr. Po.
Hope I'm not disturbing you.
Uh, well, actually, um...
I know you must have a lot of
things on your mind right now...
what with tying up
loose ends and all.
I was thinking...
my wife thought...
so did I...
seeing as how
you're new in town...
and you probably won't be
with us long, we thought...
maybe you'd like
to come over tonight.
Kind of a last supper
sort of thing.
It's... it's a joke.
I'm sorry.
So what do you say? : OK?
I'm actually
kind of busy tonight.
Thank you, though.
How about tomorrow?
Great.
Hello, Mr. Po.
Hello.
Aren't you gonna invite me in?
Well...
Well, my lord.
I'd say Vern needs
a new decorator.
What a rat's nest.
Hardly fit for a man like you.
It's fine.
Oh, you don't have to be
polite to me, Mr. Po.
I'm a big girl.
Forgive my bad manners.
I'm Lilah Leach.
I believe we've met.
Leach is my husband's name...
and if you call me Mrs. Leach,
I'll strangle you.
You won't have
to kill yourself. Ha!
Call me Lilah.
May I call you...
Ju-Julius?
Uh, Julian.
Julian.
Julian, Julian, Julian.
What a lovely name.
Oh.
Well... here we are.
I don't know why, honey.
He just said he was.
And Lilah said he said
it wasn't a woman...
or money and he wasn't
dying of nothing.
Well, then why the hell
did he want to kill himself?
I don't know.
I'll get your food
right now, sweetie.
Stay there.
Oh, jeez.
Hello? Hello? Would you
please call the police?
Someone's stolen
all my clothes.
No. Lucy went
to get them cleaned.
She'll be back before long.
I didn't ask you to do that.
Well, I tried to tell her.
I said, "Look, he ain't gonna
have a chance to wear them.
"Why don't you just
wait till after...
"clean up the whole
damn mess all at once?"
Come in.
Good morning, Mr. Po.
I'm sorry to bother you
so early.
Um, it's OK.
Uh... I just thought you might
like something to read.
Oh...
that's... that's very nice.
It's the
"easy to understand" kind.
Well, I mean, for me, anyway.
My husband, probably, he'd
kill me if he knew I was here.
He's always telling me
to mind my own business...
like when I pick up all
the stray dogs and cats in town.
Got a house full of them.
I just can't help it.
Well, what you said, I...
I feel bad.
Thank you.
Ooh.
Hmm.
"The argument about greatness. "
Excuse me.
Oh, boy.
What do these people think...
just like that, I'm gonna
go out and end my life?
That's not realistic.
They don't...
they don't know me.
In any case...
what's said is said
and, uh... can't be unsaid.
Go on home.
I'm not going
to kill myself today.
You can all just go home.
Well, there's always tomorrow.
Why don't you people
just leave me alone?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to disturb you.
Wait, wait.
Uh... who are you?
My name is Sarah.
Um... come in.
- I'm sorry.
- It's OK.
You like a seat?
I had a dream about you.
You did?
That's why I'm here.
I dreamed...
What?
I dreamed that
I saw you in a field...
and the field
became my bedroom...
and you were standing
by my bed holding a big knife.
Then suddenly you stabbed
yourself in the chest with it...
and... I woke up,
and I knew you were the man...
I'd been waiting for
my whole life.
H- how did you know
to dream about me?
We've never met.
I see you.
I see you every day.
And I know
why you came here.
You do?
- You came here for me.
- I did?
My whole life, I've dreamt of
someone like you...
and then you came.
I knew immediately
you were for me.
- Really?
- Yes.
You're so...
you're so beautiful...
I'd go on living
forever for you.
No. I could never stand in
the way of what you have to do.
People come and go
so quickly here.
This girl came to me today.
She looked like an angel.
Said she dreamed about me.
Said she'd...
waited her whole life for me.
Who is she?
I don't know anything
about her.
She, uh...
smells like the beach...
or at least
how I think it smells.
I can check that out
when I get there.
Good morning, Mr. Po.
I brought you some muffins.
Oh, thank you.
Would you like one?
Oh, no, thank you.
I already ate.
But you go right ahead.
Mmm. It's delicious.
Oh, do you like it?
It's my special recipe.
I always wanted to be a baker.
Well, you should be.
Why aren't you?
I was going to start a bakery
out of my kitchen once...
but Leon wouldn't let me.
He's sort of old-fashioned.
He said he loved
my cooking so much...
he couldn't stand
to share it with anybody.
Oh, but why am I
talking about this?
Your time is too short
to be worried about my problems.
Everyone's time is short.
Yours, too.
It's an illusion
that we have forever to live.
My God.
That is so true.
We always wait too long to do
the things we want to do...
and then, before you know it,
it's too late.
You are so right.
Hi.
Uh, she, uh, brought me
those for breakfast.
That's why she was here.
I liked your breakfast, too.
It was delicious.
Very good, tasty.
I'm gonna go out now.
See you.
Ahem. Bye.
There you go.
Is this yours?
Thank you, Mr. Po.
It's nice to see you today.
Hello.
It's not the way I'd do it.
Beg your pardon?
It's just not the way I'd want
the loved ones to remember me.
That last glimpse before
they close the lid.
It sets a memory for life.
Step right this way
into my office, Mr. Po.
We'll have you
fixed up in a jiffy.
Well, I was...
No, right this way.
Thank you, Mary.
Step right here, sir. Ha ha.
People in your position...
often don't think
about a haircut, Mr. Po...
until it's too late.
I've seen it a million times.
The last haircut
of your earthly existence...
done by the undertaker.
Is he a trained
hair-care professional, Mr. Po?
I ask you. He is not.
And that's why it's important
to think of this before.
When you leave here, you'll be
so darn-well groomed...
you may not even want to die.
There.
You think an undertaker
could do that?
Hmm.
Oh, on the house, Mr. Po.
Come back soon
if your plans should include...
a somewhat longer stay
than you'd intended.
I'm always here. Ha ha.
- Thank you.
- Pleasure.
Mr. Po. We haven't met.
I'm Tom Potter.
Hello.
I'm so glad you stopped by.
What?
Come in. I, uh...
I have just the thing.
No, no. I'm not shopping.
I was just, uh...
Please. Indulge me.
Perfect.
Cuff the pants...
and we're in business.
Well, it's very nice, but, uh,
I don't need a new suit.
I already have one.
A man in your situation
should have two suits.
It's very expensive.
I can't afford it.
Gift.
Why would you give me a gift?
We just met.
You're not
an ordinary man, Mr. Po.
You have ideals.
You have willpower.
I'm just a little man.
I'll never take life
by the throat...
and say, "You give me
this, or else... "
But you did.
I want you to wear
my suit, Mr. Po.
I want to be part
of your adventure.
There's something
happening to me...
that has never happened before.
An event...
an event is happening to me...
of some kind.
I don't want to sound
too optimistic.
There's a kindness here.
Excuse me, miss.
I need my room right now,
if you could just...
Listen. I can get the rest...
Ah!
Sorry. I didn't mean
to frighten you.
You didn't hear me?
You can't hear or speak?
God, I had no idea.
Are you all right?
I mean, do you feel all right?
Are you well?
How do you understand what
I'm saying if you can't hear me?
You can read lips.
My God, it's like a novel.
Never saw anything like this.
Well, my name's Julian.
What's yours?
Lucy.
Your name's Lucy.
Well, it's nice
to meet you, Lucy.
"Why do you want
to kill yourself?"
Well, I don't, really.
I do, but, uh, not...
I mean...
it's...
it's kind of hard
to explain, really.
Thank you for coming.
Um... Lucy.
I just want to thank you
for coming.
Thank you for cleaning my room.
I'm grateful.
I wonder if this river
goes out to the sea.
Who knows?
Sarah. What are you doing here?
I followed you.
Why? You wanted to see me jump,
just like everybody else?
I'm not like everybody else.
I would have joined you.
Why?
I used to come out
to this bridge...
and I'd stay
all night sometimes...
just thinking about
all the things that scare me.
Everything scares me...
words, talking.
You say things,
and they come out wrong...
so you say more things,
and then you just get stuck...
then you got to get out.
He died when I was five.
All I remember
is his mustache...
and that he always used to
carry chewing gum with him...
and he'd give me a stick
and call me his little princess.
You miss him?
No, because he's
always with me.
The only thing is...
I can't touch him
until I go where he is.
I miss touching his mustache.
How did he die?
Like us.
Come on, Julian.
Does it fit?
Try it on. I made it for you.
Made it for me?
When? We just met.
I made that one last year.
Others I made before.
That's perfect.
How did you know
the size I would be?
Well, I didn't always.
I made this one
when I was sixteen.
Guess I thought
you'd be bigger then.
Met Sarah again.
What can I say about her?
She's the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen.
She loves me.
I don't think anyone
ever loved me before.
I don't even know
what it means.
All I know is that she makes me
very, very happy.
She's confused
about things, though.
Here you go, Mr. Po.
It's on the house.
Thank you.
So, uh... when you fixin' on
doing the deed, huh?
Uh, soon.
Be using a gun, will you?
I haven't decided yet.
My brother-in-law did it
with booze and pills.
Don't get the same mess
you get with a gun.
Yeah, but you might
not take enough.
The next morning,
you just wake up...
with a god-awful hangover.
I hear slitting the wrist
is pretty effective...
but you got to do it
the long way, see?
A lot of folks
just do it crosswise.
The blood don't come
fast enough.
That's, uh...
that's good to know.
You know,
you're a remarkable man, Mr. Po.
- I am?
- Absolutely.
I mean,
you decide on a thing...
you go for it.
I like your style.
Have another beer, Mr. Po.
No, this one's on me,
Stonewall.
Hey, Tug, you line them up
and keep them coming, all right?
Sure thing.
Oh...
Thank you.
Oh, God, I don't remember
going to sleep last night.
Or taking off my clothes.
I have a headache.
Thank you.
Ohh.
Oh, man.
Mr. Po. Is that you, Mr. Po?
You can't hide.
I can hear you up there.
There comes a time
in every man's life, Mr. Po...
like the sun going up,
the sun going down...
you got to look at it.
And here you be.
Coming.
Good morning, Mr. Po.
Morning.
Looking for a little privacy,
are you?
Oh, well...
I understand that perfectly.
I come up here...
sometimes myself.
Yeah, just you
and the barn owls.
I bet you're thinking about
doing your business.
I'm just the boy
to help you out.
That's all I have to say.
Bang...
done... out of here.
Gone.
Quick and easy...
no mess.
Well, there's no mess for you,
but a hell of a mess for Lucy...
but that's what
I pay her for...
if I paid her.
That ain't your worry.
Only goddamn worry you got...
is how to get out of
this fucking world A.S.A. P...
am I right?
This baby would do it.
That's a. Magnum.
I put three shells in there.
Hell, you can miss with two
and still be sitting pretty.
I want you to know
you can count on me, Mr. Po.
I figured, uh...
that was the least I could do.
Uhh!
- Good morning, Mr. Po.
- Morning.
- How you doing today?
- Fine.
Guess you didn't end it all
in the night, did you?
Uh, no.
Well, then since
you're still alive...
why don't you come and do
a little hunting with me?
And my wife Darlene...
she cooks the best damn rabbit
you ever tasted.
Hunting...
I don't know how.
Then we've got no time to lose.
Come on.
Killing...
brings something out
in a man.
One of the deepest pleasures
a man can feel...
killing and sex.
You ever kill anything, Po?
Uh... bugs.
That perfect moment...
when an animal leaps
in the air...
all the muscles tense
in a last effort to live.
Then it falls, the life gone
before it hits the ground.
Moment of... ecstasy.
I killed a man once.
Nobody ever knew.
It was just like
shooting a rabbit...
except it was a man.
The worst...
greatest moment of my life.
It's what you're gonna do,
ain't it?
Only you're the hunter
and the rabbit.
I admire you.
Now, you don't think
killing's a sin, do you?
Sin? No. Uh...
if you kill a man,
you set him free.
It's not a sin.
It's a favor.
By God, you're right.
Heh heh heh.
We both need to kill.
Po... you're a hell of a man.
Now, just wait till you see what
Darlene does to these beauties.
You'll think you done already
died and went to heaven.
Hi, darling. Mr. Po.
What the hell is going on here?
- My new career.
- Your new what?
- You tell him, Mr. Po.
- Tell me what?
Uh, I don't know.
Sure you do.
Mr. Po here said...
it is an illusion
that we live forever...
and if we wait too long
to do the things...
we really want to do,
it may be too late.
Now, I always wanted
to be a baker...
and if I wait any longer...
Hell, I might be dead,
like Mr. Po here...
so a baker is what
I'm going to be.
This was your idea?
I owe it all to him.
What about these?
Let's go.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
Buy a ticket, young fella?
Guess the day and win the pot.
What day?
The day the stranger
does hisself in.
Pay a dollar, pick your date.
Smart money says
he won't last a week.
Give me one for tomorrow, Emma.
Morning, Po.
Po? The stranger?
When you gonna do it?
Why don't you give an old woman
a little hint, huh?
- Soon.
- Huh? Please?
Take care.
You won't last forever.
Pick your date, folks.
- You... what's your name?
- Walter.
Why are you guys
following me, Walter?
To see when you do it.
You want to see me
kill myself? Why?
'Cause we ain't never seen
nobody kill himself before.
You just bought one of those
raffle tickets, didn't you?
- For what day?
- Today.
Well, you just wasted a dollar.
I'm not gonna do it today.
Didn't you hear me? I said
I'm not gonna do it today.
Why are you guys
still following me?
A guy who'd kill himself
might lie.
Heh.
Mr. Po, I'm so glad to see you.
- It's not today, is it?
- No.
I see you've made friends with
some of our younger citizens.
Well, they bet a dollar
I'd die today.
Boys will be boys, but that's
exactly what I wanted...
to talk to you about...
death and so forth.
I mean, what is it, exactly,
that you expect to find there?
- Where?
- Heaven.
You do believe in heaven,
don't you?
I don't know.
Me, too.
I often wonder what exists...
and something must,
don't you think?
If it were just the end,
it would be too terrible.
In Sunday school,
we teach that heaven...
is a kind of a picnic
in the country...
with the choir singing
all the time...
but suppose
it's more like a city...
or the middle
of the ocean or a cave...
or like being a bird...
always flying around alone
above everything.
Where do you think
you'll end up?
Uh, I don't know, but, uh...
probably get what
you didn't get here...
what you wanted
and you didn't get.
If you wanted a church choir
in the country, you get that.
If you wanted something else,
you get that.
I think God...
if there even is a God...
has a lot to apologize for,
and he does it in heaven.
And if he doesn't feel
like apologizing...
then you're in hell.
I never thought of it that way.
So, at least you do
believe in God.
Well, somebody
has to apologize.
Excuse me.
Mr. Po. Julian.
I thought we might take
a little drive in the country.
I packed a lunch.
Oh, I got
to get out of this town...
take Sarah with me.
Said she's been waiting
her whole life for me.
Maybe I'm the one who's been
waiting my whole life for her.
Is there such a thing as fate?
That's my question...
sort of.
Because if there is,
then maybe I have one.
Maybe it involves Sarah.
She loves me...
but what if I'm not
who she thinks I am?
There's never been
a simple answer in my life...
ever.
Yeah...
Pick your day.
Pick your day, now.
Pick your day.
- Hi, Walter.
- Yes, sir.
So, what day
did you guys bet on?
Today. We always pick today.
You don't think about
the future much, do you?
We figure if we pick today
every day, we can't lose.
Would you go away, Walter?
No. I mean away.
This is away.
Mr. Po. Mr. Po,
can I talk to you a minute?
I'm Bobby.
Hey, appreciate
you taking the time here.
I'm real busy right now.
I hear things in my brain.
I don't have to think of them.
I hear them,
and I want to do them.
If I don't do something big,
I'm gonna to explode.
I'm gonna explode.
You came here to die.
That's all you can do here.
You don't want to live.
I want to live.
I want to be a movie star.
What?
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
Yeah, well...
That's easy, man.
I can do that shit.
Now, I just need to know
what to do.
What should I do, Mr. Po?
I have no idea.
You want to be a movie star?
Go and do it. Life's too short.
We're all gonna die anyway.
Don't talk about it, just do it.
Listen, you know,
I'm making a new rule. OK?
From now on, you guys stay
ten paces behind me...
you got it? OK?
One, two, three,
four, five, six.
And no closer than this.
You got it?
Yes, sir.
I just want a little privacy.
That's all.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Come in.
- Thank you.
So, what can I do for you?
I know how you've suffered.
I can tell.
I know a woman hurt you...
and that's why you want
to kill yourself.
Women can be horrible...
but I want you to know
that I am not like that.
I want to help you.
You do?
I'd do anything
to give you comfort, Mr. Po.
You would?
Yes, I would.
Um... anything?
Anything, Mr. Po.
Well, take off your, uh, shirt.
I beg your pardon?
Well, you said
you'd do anything.
Your, uh... your skirt.
All right.
Um...
should I do anything else?
No.
OK.
Thank you for coming.
Is that all?
Yes.
Thank you.
Whoa, Mr. Po.
I want to talk to you about
that little gun I gave you.
Find out how big
a piece you want.
Hell, you might
have different ideas...
about the whole
goddamn subject entirely.
It's a very nice gun.
Thank you.
Man's got to choose
his own goddamn weapon.
I can see you are impressed.
Piece right here might be
the right action for you.
That's a Winchester...
the rifle that won the west.
It's in perfect working order.
I brought down a buck with
this sucker about two weeks ago.
Now, the idea I have...
is you just put this
in your mouth like this, see...
and you put your big toe
on the trigger.
Boom! Bingo. Good-bye.
Terrible.
Maybe you're a handgun man
after all.
Clarisse, there he is now.
Mr. Po! Mr. Po!
Hang on a few more days.
Make me a rich woman.
Come on.
Good afternoon, Mr. Po.
Afternoon.
Listen, I need a tie.
Ah. Well,
I have lots of ties.
Great.
Over here.
You ever married, Mr. Po?
Me? No.
Me, neither.
Ever in love?
Yes.
It's wonderful, isn't it?
Wonderful and horrible
at the same time.
Horrible if you can't be
with the person you love.
I suppose.
That's... that's
my situation, see...
never to be
with the person I love.
Why is that?
Well... fate.
Such a terrible word.
It's like a prison...
something you're born with
that you can't change...
that makes it impossible
ever to be happy.
My fate is never to be
with the person I love.
Who do you love?
Leon.
Who?
Leon...
the sheriff.
I've been in love with him
since we were kids.
I never told anyone.
Well, does Leon feel
the same way about you?
How would I know?
I couldn't possibly ask.
He's married.
If anyone found out,
my life would be over.
What can I do?
A lot of things I regret...
but nothing more than the things
I was too scared to do.
Life's too short
to live in fear, Mr. Potter.
Nah.
It's a present.
Thank you.
Bobby left me.
- Who's Bobby?
- My husband.
You told him to leave me,
and he did.
He said that you told him
that life is short...
and that he should
follow his dreams.
He misunderstood.
I didn't say any of that.
Why does everybody
in this town come to me?
Well, Bobby trusted you.
So do I.
Tell me what to do.
Listen, it's your life.
I can't live it for you.
I've been giving
your situation...
a lot of thought, Mr. Po,
a lot of thought.
Have you?
Fascinating. A man wants
to do away with himself...
but he doesn't just do it
like most people.
He travels to a place
he's never been...
announces his plans...
and goes about everything
in a most deliberate way.
Makes of his suicide
a work of art.
It's beautiful.
- You think so?
- Definitely.
I even, in my small way, imagine
that I might be able to help.
Well, how's that?
Well, you see...
I'm a kind of an artist, too...
with this.
Most people think
I just cut the hair...
scrape off the whiskers...
but it's more than that to me.
A face is a canvas...
and this is my paintbrush.
You know,
I never shaved anyone...
without imagining what it would
be like to slit his throat...
but each time
I get the thought...
my hand starts to shake.
I get scared.
I guess I'm just not cut out
for murder...
but with you,
it'd be different.
Wouldn't be murder at all.
We'd be collaborating
on a work of art.
I'd start
just under the ear here...
then a quick sweep across
to the Adam's apple.
I get the exterior carotid
and jugular that way...
and maybe one
of the interior ones.
I looked it up
in a medical book.
Be over in half a second.
You wouldn't feel a thing.
What do you think, Mr. Po?
Just give me the word.
Thank you, Jean.
I take my text today...
not from this book...
but from a man
who lives among us.
His example calls us to ask...
what do we really know?
Do we know who we are...
where we come from...
where we're going?
We think we know...
but we only know
what others tell us...
and what we feel in our hearts,
but our hearts lie.
So what do we know?
Nothing.
I don't want to stand here
and lecture you.
I want to set you free.
I realized this week
that I don't believe in God.
Why wait for God
to apologize...
for this horrible mess
we've made of things?
He might not want to.
He might not be there.
But we're here.
So today, my friends...
I want to say I'm sorry...
for everything.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Thank you. I'm sorry.
Thank you.
You ought to be ashamed
of yourself.
You're going straight to hell.
I'm sorry.
You feeling all right,
Pastor Bean?
Never better.
I'm sorry.
Yeah? Well, I should
think you might be.
Sarah.
What, uh, what's this?
We'll be together always,
won't we?
It's so amazing to me
that you exist.
My darling Julian...
until you came into my life...
I never knew
what happiness was.
I thought I might
have to walk...
in the shadows of this town
until a sad old age.
Then you came for me,
and everything was so clear.
Last night,
I saw in your eyes...
what you were trying
to tell me...
what I knew already
but couldn't say.
I hear you...
like you're inside my head...
telling me to prove my love...
telling me to go first.
So I've gone ahead,
my darling Julian...
and I'll wait for you
on the other, better side.
All my love and thanks.
Forever, Sarah.
Open up, Mr. Po.
We know you're in there.
We have to talk, Mr. Po.
I'm busy. Go away.
Ah, that's not gonna do it.
Come on, let us in!
We trusted you.
We made sacrifices for you.
We thought you were
gonna kill yourself...
and we felt sorry for you.
You never intended to do it.
It was a scam all along,
wasn't it?
You made a deal, Mr. Po.
We honored
our side of the deal.
Deal? I never made any deal.
That's not the way
we look at it.
We think you made a promise...
and we think
it's time you kept it.
You want me to die?
You the one who said
he wanted to kill himself.
What, a guy can't change
his mind in this town?
Well, little Sarah
can't change her mind.
That poor little thing
is dead because of you.
You ought to be grateful
we're giving you the chance...
to settle things yourself.
Dead because of me? I was
the only one in this town...
who ever cared about her.
You guys just want
somebody to blame.
You're gonna kill me,
aren't you?
No. We ain't gonna
touch you, son.
It's time, that's all.
Time for you to do...
what you said
you were gonna do.
All right. All right.
You want me to keep my word?
I'll keep it.
That's the spirit, Mr. Po.
I was hoping you'd do
the right thing.
I'll do it tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be fine.
I appreciate you being
reasonable about this, Mr. Po.
It's easier on everybody
this way.
Mr. Po, it's time to go.
Couldn't ask for nicer weather.
My name is Julian Po.
In I was born.
Of late,
I've been having a journey.
I've fallen in love...
I seem to have served
a purpose...
and after a brief stopover...
I am once again
on my way to the sea.
All in all, I feel
pretty good about myself.
This town behaves
according to its ways...
and, well, there's no need
to apologize.
I've learned that there's always
room for forgiveness...
and this... that all the rivers
run to the sea...
but the sea is not yet full...
or so I've been led to believe.