I'm a professional killer.
Do you have to do post-graduate work for that?
Most scenes together: Martin Blank & Debi Newberry (8), Martin Blank & Paul (4), Martin Blank & Marcella (4)
I'm a professional killer.
Do you have to do post-graduate work for that?
This your Beamer?
Yeah.
In Detroit? That's sacrilege!
Did I have you figured wrong?
I don't know -- I mean, I hope so.
I visualised you in a haze as one of those slackster, flannel-wearing, coffee-house misanthropes I've been seeing in Newsweek.
No-no-no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with lead-pipe cruelty, mercenery sensibility. You know... sport sex, no real relationships. How about you -- how have the years been treating you?
Well, you know me Martin -- still the same old sell-out, exploiting the oppressed...
Sure.
Ah what a piece of work is man, how noble... oh **** it, let's have a drink and forget the whole damn thing.
So, what have you been doing with your life?
Um... professional killer.
Ah, good for you! It's a growth industry.
Wow. Just looking for a little validation for my life but apparently came up SHORT!
Design division wants me dead over a leaky sun-roof? You want to kill me for that?
It's not ME! Why does everybody think it's personal?
I should have brought my gun.
What was that?
Should be lots of fun!
Sir, I'm becoming concerned for your safety.
I have to go.
Yeah, well, we all have to go sometime, sir, but we can choose when.
Nobody chooses when. [hangs up.]
So what do we do now? Do we talk about dreams, or what's next? What's the score here?
You want to talk about dreams, we can talk about dreams. It's your nickel.
I had another one about Debi.
That girl you're obsessed with?
Don't you think "obsessed" is a strong word?
Ah, recurring dreams of pain and loss for ten years featuring the same person? Yeah, maybe it's... a bit obsessive.
I had one where I was that television mechanical rabbit. You know, with the, the... [mimes clashing cymbals]
The battery bunny.
Yeah, I was the bunny.
That sounds like a very, very depressed dream.
Really?
Yes.
Why?
Martin, it's a terrible dream! It's a depressing dream to dream about that rabbit. It's got no brain, it's got no blood, it's got no anima! It just keeps banging on those meaningless cymbals, and going and going!
Martin's target: Whatever it is i'm doing that you don't like... I'll stop doing it.
It's not me. [shoots him dead]
"I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come/ I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come/ I'll be blowing your ****in' head off/ I'll be blowing your ****in' head off/ I'll be whacking your ****in' mind out when I come!"
"Hi! I'm Martin Blank, do you remember me? I'm not married, I don't have any kids, and I'd blow your head off if someone paid me enough."