hold it, hold it. what's tonight?
what night is it?
right. friday night is yankee night. where're you from?
right. i'm from detroit it's a big city up north with tall buildings.
where was i?
yeah, well, i may be getting in over my head here, i mean you're the geologist, but my theory for what it's worth, you got all these volcanoes and each time one pops it's the equivalent of what, twenty, thirty megatons of tnt? enough to light las vegas for how long? how many years? course, i'm no mathematician but--
yeah, i know. pour 'em short.
no, he's off tonight. where was he last night?
i don't know, didn't he call?
marty, i'd like you to meet an old friend of mine, debra. debra, this is julian marty, the dude i'm always talking about.
you said the usual--
right. sorry.
what.
right.
what.
right.
what.
jack daniels. don't worry, i'm paying for it.
what's the point?
where? . i'm very careful about that.
not really. what'd you say your last name was?
howdy stranger.
wasn't too busy. you missed a good one, though. this white guy walks in about one o'clock, asks if we have a discount for alcoholics.  i tell him to get lost, but marty's sitting here listening and i can tell he's thinking that maybe it ain't such a bad idea.
ray, this is debra. she's a geologist. that's the theory of rocks.
not here tonight. wasn't here last night. he's especially not back in his office.
for what?
marty.
i thought you were dead. going home?
kind of a bleak point of view there, isn't it marty?
we get a lot of assholes in here, marty.
i thought this is where they met.
i am?
it won't?
ever occur to you, abby, that maybe i'm the wrong person to ask?
any time. but you don't have to worry about a thing for a while. marty went down to corpus yesterday.
marty?
marty, ya home?
what day is it today, angie?
tuesday is ladies' night.
tuesday night is ladies' night. all your drinks are free.
i hope you're planning on leaving town.
no, you do, cowboy. you been to the bar?
you shouldn't have taken the money.
look at me man, i'm serious. you broke in the bar and ripped off the safe.
abby warned me you were gonna make trouble. trouble with you is, you're too fucking obvious; the only ones with the combination are me and you.
and abby. maybe. but as far as i'm concerned that only leaves one fucking possibility.
those things are nothing but coffin nails.
look. personally i don't give a shit. i know marty's a hard-on but you gotta do something. i don't know; give the money back, say you're sorry, or get the fuck out of here, or something.
it's very humiliating, preaching about this shit.
i'm not laughing at this, ray bob, so you know it's no fucking joke.
abby. what's the matter?
yeah.  yeah, come in.
but i gotta tell ya.
i'm retired.
jesus, i got a hangover. want a drink?
well i do.
for you i answer the door. if you wanna stay here, that's fine. but i'm retired.
abby.
let me ask you one question.
why do you think i'm retired.
ray stole a shitload of money from marty. until both of 'em calm down i'm not getting involved.
what?! did ray tell you that?
that's total bullshit. marty called me after he was jacked up.
i mean, i don't know where he is, but he ain't dead.
you don't look too good. you sleep last night?
all right. just sit tight. try to get some sleep.
i'll find marty, find out what's going on.
opal?
taking a step back.
even the fucking dog's gone crazy.
something pretty fucking weird is going on. put your coat on and i'll drop you at home. but don't talk to either of 'em until i do. and don't worry. believe me. these things always have a logical explanation. usually.