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An office worker inadvertently becomes a hero after he saves a woman's life.
Ralf Coleman: Then you tell me what you'd call a man who's stupid enough to piss off a maniac with a fucking loaded gun? Bob Maconel: I'd call him a maniac with his own fucking loaded gun.
[first lines] Bob Maconel: It was easier in the past. A man knew what it was to be a man. He stood up to things that were wrong, and had the right to do so. Were expected to do so. And the way you lived, the training you put yourself through, prepared you for the inevitable confrontations. Ones that could end in dismemberment or even death. Then something happened. We passed laws of decency, lawyers became our shepherds. And what was once a fairly easy thing to understand, became muddled in a bureaucracy of what we call being civilized. Bob Maconel: A man could no longer stand up to the wrongs that were around him. He had to go through courts and lawyers, and trudge through miles of red tape. Women demanded equality, and she got it. Not by getting everything the man had, but by the man being castrated in the form of order... I don't care what you say, that's not progress, it's not evolution. It's a disease and it needs someone who understands what's at stake. Someone who can stand up like a real man, and take action against injustice and unfairness in this world. Today. Right now. Before lunch.
Venessa Parks: I've been giving this a lot of thought, and I think I've figured out a way for you to do this without getting blood on your hands. The last thing I want is for you to get into any trouble over this - legally or spiritually. And I'm not taking any bullshit pills either. I'm going out the same way I came in. Dramatically.
Paula Metzler: Bob, you should have told me you liked your women submissive. I would have accommodated. Bob Maconel: Your day will come.
Goldie: Welcome to our world, Bob.
Bob Maconel: There comes a time when the diseased and the weak must be sacrificed to save the herd.
Bob Maconel: You may ask why I did what I did. But what choice did you give me? How else could I get your attention? All I wanted to do is exist in your world. Just one person, would take time to actually see me. Help me find a way out.
[last lines] Neighbor Man: He seemed like a nice guy. Nancy Felt: He was a quiet man.