Review with Forrest Macneil (2014) s02e08 Episode Script
Murder, Magic 8 Ball, Procrastination
Life it's literally all we have.
But is it any good? I'm a reviewer, but I don't review food, books, or movies.
I review life itself.
[screams.]
[triumphant music.]
[parrot squawks.]
Over here.
Hello, and welcome to Review.
I am Forrest MacNeil, and this is my cohost, A.
J.
Gibbs.
Life is a trip.
And this show is my passport.
A.
J.
, where shall we go next? Gina from Toluca Lake has a question.
Aha.
Forrest, I've often wondered, what would it be like to kill a person? Whoa.
"Whoa" is exactly right.
[sighs.]
I want to choose my words very carefully here.
Gina, I will do many things, but to take a life is wrong beyond all reason.
As a man who reviews life, I simply have too much respect for it to end one.
And so, for the first time in Review history, I hereby enact the power of the host veto.
- [dramatic music.]
- Holy [bleep.]
.
[drumroll.]
[sighs.]
Thank you.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
You may veto this review.
Thank you, Grant.
A.
J.
, shield your eyes.
[drumroll.]
[glass shatters.]
Oh.
With solemn regard, the first host veto of the season is hereby dutifully cast by me, Forrest MacNeil, being of sound mind.
Killing a Person: vetoed.
[dramatic musical flourish.]
Please destroy this and these.
[sighs.]
That was exciting! Okay, you only have one veto left.
Yes.
I have no doubt that that was totally necessary, but I can tell you, it did not feel good.
All right, let's get on to the better stuff that life has to offer.
A.
J.
, what is my next review, please? Your next question is from Erica.
"Disclaimer: I'm pretty high.
"But what would it be like to let a Magic 8 Ball make all your decisions?" Okay.
I guess she's talking about the children's toy, the Magic 8 Ball.
Huh.
Living life by the Magic 8 Ball? That I will do.
You know what? It might actually be fun.
Shall I explain how this is going to work? [liquid sloshing.]
[Forrest chuckles.]
"Yes.
" Okay.
For the rest of the day, every decision I have to make, every question life throws at me, I will run it by the Magic 8 Ball and do what it tells me.
And in order to keep the rest of the world in the dark about this rather odd practice, I'm gonna keep the 8 Ball here in this fanny pack.
I don't want anyone to think I'm weird.
So shall I head out into the world? [fabric rustling.]
"Most likely.
" Very well then.
Should I use the men's room? (Forrest voice-over) As I set out on this journey of chance, the idea of giving up all of the day's decision-making responsibilities to this children's toy struck me as a relief Should I help pick this stuff up? That would be great.
(Forrest voice-over) Though one with certain risks.
"No.
" Sorry.
[Ed muttering indistinctly.]
Can I say hello to these two people? (Forrest voice-over) Since 1950, the iconic Magic 8 Ball, with its mysterious triangle afloat in an inky blue nontoxic realm, has provided advice and premonition to those adrift in the inky blue, often toxic, waters of life.
Can I cross the street? These "ask again later"s are a real problem.
The more I embraced the randomness of life Shall I share my food with this hungry creature? (Forrest voice-over) The more meaningful even the smallest decision seemed to be.
[clicks tongue.]
Should I chase after this squirrel? (Forrest voice-over) And I had a lot of fun.
[Forrest chuckling.]
Where did Okay.
Should I follow him up into the tree? [grunting.]
[laughing.]
This is great! (Forrest voice-over) But, of course, I wasn't happy with all of the 8 Ball's decisions.
Shall I have a hot dog? [fabric rustling.]
(Forrest voice-over) And it soon became clear that this plastic ball also had the capacity to complicate my family life.
- [phone rings.]
- It's Suzanne.
Okay, uh, can I answer this, please? (Forrest voice-over) Despite many attempts to contact her, I had not spoken with my ex-wife Suzanne since I gave a toast at her rehearsal dinner, that caused her to call off her wedding.
He is constantly sleeping with baseball groupie whores! What? What is going on? Yes.
Yes! Yes.
Hello.
Hi.
Hi.
(Suzanne) Hi, Forrest, I saw you called many times.
Yeah, hi.
Hey, what's up? What's going on? (Suzanne) Were you calling to apologize for ruining my life again? Uh (Suzanne) Forrest? Yeah, no, I just a second.
Uh, "Better not tell you now.
" Okay? - (Suzanne) "Better not tell me now"? - Yeah.
(Suzanne) What does that even mean? Uh (Suzanne) Are you sorry or not? - [fabric rustling.]
- Forrest.
Just a second.
Just a second.
"Don't count on it.
" (Suzanne) Really? All right, go [bleep.]
yourself.
- Stop calling me.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Ask me another question.
Ask me a different question.
(Forrest voice-over) While I was ready to talk through the issues Suzanne and I were experiencing, it was clear that the Magic 8 Ball was not.
What? (Forrest voice-over) With the Magic 8 Ball guiding my every move, I ended up far outside the zip code where I feel most comfortable.
Can I please call a cab to take me home? (Forrest voice-over) And the worst was yet to come.
Hey! Hey, man.
Hey, friend! You have 20 bucks? Do I want to give this man $20 to probably buy illegal drugs? - All right.
Here you go.
- Thank you so much.
Thank you.
Now can I please, please go home? [bleep.]
.
You're still 10 shy.
[bleep.]
.
I just gave you a 20.
[bleep.]
.
You gave me a 10.
Was that a 20, man? (Forrest voice-over) I knew I had given him a 20.
I knew that all I had were 20s.
I could have easily settled this dispute.
But the 8 Ball had brought me to this bizarre and troublesome place and the 8 Ball would decide what I did next.
"My reply is no.
" (man) Told you.
That was a 20, man! - Guess I could ask - [bleep.]
.
Oh, no.
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, whoa.
Oh, God.
Can I get out of here? Can I please get out of here? [bleep.]
.
Oh, God! Can I please get out of here? [man moaning.]
Oh, God! Please.
- Oh, my God.
- [bleep.]
.
(Ray) You didn't see [bleep.]
.
(Forrest) Oh, God.
Can I please get out of here? (Forrest voice-over) Thanks to an incredible streak of non-answers and negative answers, I didn't go anywhere.
[siren wailing.]
Can I please, please go somewhere safe? (Forrest voice-over) When the police arrived, they asked me a very important question.
A witness thought she saw a guy running from this area.
You recognize this man? (Forrest voice-over) How I longed to be of service to them.
[fabric rustling.]
[indistinct police radio chatter.]
"My reply is no.
" All right, guys, turn him loose.
Thank you very much, sir, for your cooperation.
(Forrest voice-over) Arbitrarily made choices could lead to inspired exhilaration or aiding in the escape of a violent felon.
In the end, it's always better to captain one's own ship on gut instinct.
If I crash into the rocks of life, I want it to be because I steered the ship there myself.
Living your life by a Magic 8 Ball gets one star.
Our next review comes from Bill in Pasadena.
All righty.
Hey, Forrest.
I was raised with a good work ethic, but a lot of the guys in my office just screw around all day.
What's it like to procrastinate? - Hmm.
- Oh.
My friend has this Tumblr of these panda bears falling out of trees.
I'll send you the link.
You will be lost on there for days.
I'm supposed to follow a link - to a Tumblr? - (A.
J.
) Yeah.
That right there will take me most of an afternoon.
Okay, well, I'm off to procrastinate! Oh, wow.
Wait a minute.
Oh, I have a problem.
What's the problem? The problem is, my task here is to procrastinate.
Yes.
Good luck! Well, a procrastinator doesn't do his task.
Because to procrastinate is to not do your task.
You know what I mean? So my task is to not do my task.
I think it feels like there's an impossible logic flaw at the heart of this question.
I don't know if I can do this.
Can I just say sometimes you're a little rigid on the rules? - What's the problem? - Oh.
I I don't think I can review procrastinating.
It's impossible.
I can't procrastinate procrastinating.
Because then I won't be procrastinating, right? I'll be procrastinating.
That's the problem.
Yeah.
I mean, this is like a classic snake drawing his own hand.
It can't be done.
It can't be done.
It can't be done.
I wish it could be done, but this there's no way.
A.
J.
, for the second and final time this season, I hereby enact the power of the host veto.
Yes! [dramatic music.]
[sighs.]
I mean Thank you, Grant.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
You may veto this review.
Thank you, Grant.
A.
J.
, shield your eyes.
[plastic tearing.]
With solemn regard, the second and final host veto of the season is hereby been dutifully cast by me, Forrest MacNeil, being of sound mind.
Procrastination: vetoed.
Please destroy this and please preserve these for their historical value.
[sighs.]
Okay.
With zero more vetoes left, here is your next review.
Gina in Toluca Lake? - Wait a minute.
- Hi.
I did this once already, but I don't see it in my sent folder, so I'm not sure it went.
But anyway, my question is, what it would be like to kill a person? Wha no.
I already vetoed I vetoed that.
Technically, this is a new review.
Oh, my God.
[suspenseful music.]
Oh, my God.
You know, you could have just wasted some time like a normal person.
- [door creaks.]
- Ah.
Yeah.
(Forrest voice-over) Moments after a viewer asked me to kill someone, I was summoned to a meeting with my producer Grant and Review's legal counsel.
There should've been three vetoes.
(Grant) Yes.
In retrospect, that is clear.
But alas.
Anyway, I just wanted to make our position very clear.
You should not commit a murder for the show.
Period.
I agree with that.
We don't care that it might have been ground-breaking, award-winning television that people might have talked about for years.
None of that matters.
We're talking about a human life.
(Forrest) That's yeah.
That's right.
It's a human life.
(Grant) Even if that means fading into obscurity, there is no one whose life is so worthless - that you should do this.
- Yep.
(Grant) Even if by not doing it, eventually people go, "Oh, yeah, "who was that guy back in the day, Frosty McNell? He had a show where he barfed up pancakes?" And if you did do this thing, you would be doing it knowing that not only were you not told to by the show, you were expressly told not to do it.
(Forrest) Oh.
Okay.
Right.
- Good.
- Yeah, okay.
Yeah.
I got it.
I get it.
So you're telling me I have to do this.
(both) No no no no no.
Not at all.
Quite the opposite.
Absolutely not.
Don't do it.
Got it.
[sighs.]
Okay, thank you, Forrest.
Yeah, no, thank you.
Very good.
(attorney) Is he gonna do it? We have told him not to do it.
[sighs.]
[sighs.]
(Forrest voice-over) This was truly the most horrifying request in two seasons as a reviewer of life.
- You wanted to see me? - Dad, yes.
(Forrest voice-over) As I grappled with the awful implications of what I was being asked to do, I turned for advice to my father.
I know that you served during Vietnam.
Yep, I I sure did.
Yeah.
I need to know what it felt like.
I've never talked about this to anyone, and with good reason.
I think I need to hear it, Dad.
[sighs.]
I joined in 1970.
I enlisted with my friends, Danny Alfaro and Jared Lenk.
But right when we started training, I came down with a terrible case of diarrhea they couldn't do anything about.
Uh-huh.
They didn't know if it was a viral thing or an intestinal inflammation or I mean, they couldn't even keep me hydrated.
Okay, but then at some point, you, you know they shipped you out.
Yeah, they transferred me to a medical center in Oklahoma.
They had a whole team of doctors trying to figure this thing out.
The diarrhea.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
And my paperwork got mucked up.
Uh-huh.
Spent the next 2 1/2 years bouncing around in the hospital system.
Did you say you spent 2 1/2 years just in the hospital in the United States? - Studied transistor radios.
- Uh-huh.
I learned to cook.
They made me an honorary nurse.
- Did they? - Yeah, 'cause I was around so much.
Okay, sorry, I just I didn't have anything else to do.
Got it.
Look, I wanted to I just wanted to I mean, you never killed anybody over there or anything? As a nurse, you mean? No, I mean, you know, in war.
Oh, God, no.
I have a lot of stuff to get to.
But you know, to this day Yeah? I get the trots, I go right back there.
Sure.
Sounds like that was a life-changing case of diarrhea there.
(Forrest voice-over) My father's input was equal parts disgusting and unhelpful.
But I did eventually think of someone I could kill.
I tracked down the young man whose brutal beating I had witnessed and learned that he was in a coma with less than a 1% chance of ever regaining consciousness.
This feels like the least bad way.
[sighs.]
[machine beeping.]
[sighs.]
[sighs.]
This is I mean Yeah.
Okay.
All right.
[groans.]
[bleep.]
[bleep.]
[bleep.]
[bleep.]
[bleep.]
.
No! No, no! I can't do it.
I can't do it.
I can't do it.
- [panting.]
- [door clicks shut.]
[panting.]
[bleep.]
that.
No.
Nope.
[clears throat.]
[sighs.]
I can't do it.
Oh, God.
(Forrest voice-over) But then I realized that I knew someone who was much more deserving of my murder.
Ray, the man who administered that horrible beating and got away with it, arguably partly because of me, was surely a man I could kill with a somewhat softer pang of guilt.
Finding Ray turned out to be remarkably easy.
I'm looking for this man.
He sells drugs around here.
(Forrest voice-over) He was well-known throughout the neighborhood.
I've just come from Walmart where I purchased a gun and some ammunition and several impulse purchases too.
I don't know.
Who can resist a $2 lawn chair? Certainly not me.
This is where Ray lives.
And I'm gonna go in there and I'm gonna do what I need to do [breathing heavily.]
with this gun.
And I'm very, very frightened.
[car door dinging.]
[door slams.]
I want you to keep a safe distance, okay? [crying quietly.]
[knocks at door.]
[door creaks open.]
Hey! Oh.
I know you.
You're the guy from the other night when the cops grabbed me.
- Yeah.
- What are you doing here? Nothing.
This is a miracle, man.
You are my [bleep.]
guardian angel, man.
- [laughs.]
- [groans.]
I been thinkin' about you all the time.
You not ratting me out like that, that was the best [bleep.]
thing anyone has ever done for me in my whole [bleep.]
life.
It's like I got a real chance to start over.
I'm not gonna [bleep.]
it up.
I already enrolled to take the GED! I'ma get sober.
I'ma be a drug counselor for teens.
(Forrest voice-over) In less than a minute, this monster, who I had so easily condemned to death had become a human to me.
(Ray) This is my son.
His name is Eric.
I have a son named Eric.
(Forrest voice-over) A man with a future and a right to go on living.
- Hi, Ray.
- Ray Dunkelman.
Bring it in.
(Forrest voice-over) I knew I could not do it.
I could not kill Ray Dunkelman.
Yeah, Forrest! (Forrest voice-over) It was a heartwarming moment.
And then Ray discovered something.
What the [bleep.]
is this? - What do you mean? - Whoa, hey.
- What are you doing? - Are you wearing a wire? (Forrest voice-over) It was simply the microphone that records my audio for this show.
But Ray was not listening to explanations.
[Ray shouting indistinctly.]
[smacking and shouting.]
[Ray screaming.]
You bit me! [screaming.]
What the [bleep.]
, Forrest? [both screaming.]
[Forrest screaming.]
[gunshot.]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
[grunting.]
There should have been another veto.
There should have been another veto.
There should have been another veto.
[sobbing.]
Whoa.
Forrest.
That was pretty intense.
Was it? [clears throat.]
If, in fact, what you had just seen had been the killing of one person by another person, then I suppose that other person would have found the experience to have been highly traumatizing, resulting in a ceaseless barrage of nightmares and daymares that will probably haunt him or her for the rest of his life.
Killing someone, therefore, theoretically gets, I'm assuming half a star.
Just so you know, the guy in the coma died too.
Oh, is that right? - Yeah.
- Okay.
(man) Extra cheese!
But is it any good? I'm a reviewer, but I don't review food, books, or movies.
I review life itself.
[screams.]
[triumphant music.]
[parrot squawks.]
Over here.
Hello, and welcome to Review.
I am Forrest MacNeil, and this is my cohost, A.
J.
Gibbs.
Life is a trip.
And this show is my passport.
A.
J.
, where shall we go next? Gina from Toluca Lake has a question.
Aha.
Forrest, I've often wondered, what would it be like to kill a person? Whoa.
"Whoa" is exactly right.
[sighs.]
I want to choose my words very carefully here.
Gina, I will do many things, but to take a life is wrong beyond all reason.
As a man who reviews life, I simply have too much respect for it to end one.
And so, for the first time in Review history, I hereby enact the power of the host veto.
- [dramatic music.]
- Holy [bleep.]
.
[drumroll.]
[sighs.]
Thank you.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
You may veto this review.
Thank you, Grant.
A.
J.
, shield your eyes.
[drumroll.]
[glass shatters.]
Oh.
With solemn regard, the first host veto of the season is hereby dutifully cast by me, Forrest MacNeil, being of sound mind.
Killing a Person: vetoed.
[dramatic musical flourish.]
Please destroy this and these.
[sighs.]
That was exciting! Okay, you only have one veto left.
Yes.
I have no doubt that that was totally necessary, but I can tell you, it did not feel good.
All right, let's get on to the better stuff that life has to offer.
A.
J.
, what is my next review, please? Your next question is from Erica.
"Disclaimer: I'm pretty high.
"But what would it be like to let a Magic 8 Ball make all your decisions?" Okay.
I guess she's talking about the children's toy, the Magic 8 Ball.
Huh.
Living life by the Magic 8 Ball? That I will do.
You know what? It might actually be fun.
Shall I explain how this is going to work? [liquid sloshing.]
[Forrest chuckles.]
"Yes.
" Okay.
For the rest of the day, every decision I have to make, every question life throws at me, I will run it by the Magic 8 Ball and do what it tells me.
And in order to keep the rest of the world in the dark about this rather odd practice, I'm gonna keep the 8 Ball here in this fanny pack.
I don't want anyone to think I'm weird.
So shall I head out into the world? [fabric rustling.]
"Most likely.
" Very well then.
Should I use the men's room? (Forrest voice-over) As I set out on this journey of chance, the idea of giving up all of the day's decision-making responsibilities to this children's toy struck me as a relief Should I help pick this stuff up? That would be great.
(Forrest voice-over) Though one with certain risks.
"No.
" Sorry.
[Ed muttering indistinctly.]
Can I say hello to these two people? (Forrest voice-over) Since 1950, the iconic Magic 8 Ball, with its mysterious triangle afloat in an inky blue nontoxic realm, has provided advice and premonition to those adrift in the inky blue, often toxic, waters of life.
Can I cross the street? These "ask again later"s are a real problem.
The more I embraced the randomness of life Shall I share my food with this hungry creature? (Forrest voice-over) The more meaningful even the smallest decision seemed to be.
[clicks tongue.]
Should I chase after this squirrel? (Forrest voice-over) And I had a lot of fun.
[Forrest chuckling.]
Where did Okay.
Should I follow him up into the tree? [grunting.]
[laughing.]
This is great! (Forrest voice-over) But, of course, I wasn't happy with all of the 8 Ball's decisions.
Shall I have a hot dog? [fabric rustling.]
(Forrest voice-over) And it soon became clear that this plastic ball also had the capacity to complicate my family life.
- [phone rings.]
- It's Suzanne.
Okay, uh, can I answer this, please? (Forrest voice-over) Despite many attempts to contact her, I had not spoken with my ex-wife Suzanne since I gave a toast at her rehearsal dinner, that caused her to call off her wedding.
He is constantly sleeping with baseball groupie whores! What? What is going on? Yes.
Yes! Yes.
Hello.
Hi.
Hi.
(Suzanne) Hi, Forrest, I saw you called many times.
Yeah, hi.
Hey, what's up? What's going on? (Suzanne) Were you calling to apologize for ruining my life again? Uh (Suzanne) Forrest? Yeah, no, I just a second.
Uh, "Better not tell you now.
" Okay? - (Suzanne) "Better not tell me now"? - Yeah.
(Suzanne) What does that even mean? Uh (Suzanne) Are you sorry or not? - [fabric rustling.]
- Forrest.
Just a second.
Just a second.
"Don't count on it.
" (Suzanne) Really? All right, go [bleep.]
yourself.
- Stop calling me.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Ask me another question.
Ask me a different question.
(Forrest voice-over) While I was ready to talk through the issues Suzanne and I were experiencing, it was clear that the Magic 8 Ball was not.
What? (Forrest voice-over) With the Magic 8 Ball guiding my every move, I ended up far outside the zip code where I feel most comfortable.
Can I please call a cab to take me home? (Forrest voice-over) And the worst was yet to come.
Hey! Hey, man.
Hey, friend! You have 20 bucks? Do I want to give this man $20 to probably buy illegal drugs? - All right.
Here you go.
- Thank you so much.
Thank you.
Now can I please, please go home? [bleep.]
.
You're still 10 shy.
[bleep.]
.
I just gave you a 20.
[bleep.]
.
You gave me a 10.
Was that a 20, man? (Forrest voice-over) I knew I had given him a 20.
I knew that all I had were 20s.
I could have easily settled this dispute.
But the 8 Ball had brought me to this bizarre and troublesome place and the 8 Ball would decide what I did next.
"My reply is no.
" (man) Told you.
That was a 20, man! - Guess I could ask - [bleep.]
.
Oh, no.
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, whoa.
Oh, God.
Can I get out of here? Can I please get out of here? [bleep.]
.
Oh, God! Can I please get out of here? [man moaning.]
Oh, God! Please.
- Oh, my God.
- [bleep.]
.
(Ray) You didn't see [bleep.]
.
(Forrest) Oh, God.
Can I please get out of here? (Forrest voice-over) Thanks to an incredible streak of non-answers and negative answers, I didn't go anywhere.
[siren wailing.]
Can I please, please go somewhere safe? (Forrest voice-over) When the police arrived, they asked me a very important question.
A witness thought she saw a guy running from this area.
You recognize this man? (Forrest voice-over) How I longed to be of service to them.
[fabric rustling.]
[indistinct police radio chatter.]
"My reply is no.
" All right, guys, turn him loose.
Thank you very much, sir, for your cooperation.
(Forrest voice-over) Arbitrarily made choices could lead to inspired exhilaration or aiding in the escape of a violent felon.
In the end, it's always better to captain one's own ship on gut instinct.
If I crash into the rocks of life, I want it to be because I steered the ship there myself.
Living your life by a Magic 8 Ball gets one star.
Our next review comes from Bill in Pasadena.
All righty.
Hey, Forrest.
I was raised with a good work ethic, but a lot of the guys in my office just screw around all day.
What's it like to procrastinate? - Hmm.
- Oh.
My friend has this Tumblr of these panda bears falling out of trees.
I'll send you the link.
You will be lost on there for days.
I'm supposed to follow a link - to a Tumblr? - (A.
J.
) Yeah.
That right there will take me most of an afternoon.
Okay, well, I'm off to procrastinate! Oh, wow.
Wait a minute.
Oh, I have a problem.
What's the problem? The problem is, my task here is to procrastinate.
Yes.
Good luck! Well, a procrastinator doesn't do his task.
Because to procrastinate is to not do your task.
You know what I mean? So my task is to not do my task.
I think it feels like there's an impossible logic flaw at the heart of this question.
I don't know if I can do this.
Can I just say sometimes you're a little rigid on the rules? - What's the problem? - Oh.
I I don't think I can review procrastinating.
It's impossible.
I can't procrastinate procrastinating.
Because then I won't be procrastinating, right? I'll be procrastinating.
That's the problem.
Yeah.
I mean, this is like a classic snake drawing his own hand.
It can't be done.
It can't be done.
It can't be done.
I wish it could be done, but this there's no way.
A.
J.
, for the second and final time this season, I hereby enact the power of the host veto.
Yes! [dramatic music.]
[sighs.]
I mean Thank you, Grant.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
Are you certain you wish to veto this review? Yes, I am.
You may veto this review.
Thank you, Grant.
A.
J.
, shield your eyes.
[plastic tearing.]
With solemn regard, the second and final host veto of the season is hereby been dutifully cast by me, Forrest MacNeil, being of sound mind.
Procrastination: vetoed.
Please destroy this and please preserve these for their historical value.
[sighs.]
Okay.
With zero more vetoes left, here is your next review.
Gina in Toluca Lake? - Wait a minute.
- Hi.
I did this once already, but I don't see it in my sent folder, so I'm not sure it went.
But anyway, my question is, what it would be like to kill a person? Wha no.
I already vetoed I vetoed that.
Technically, this is a new review.
Oh, my God.
[suspenseful music.]
Oh, my God.
You know, you could have just wasted some time like a normal person.
- [door creaks.]
- Ah.
Yeah.
(Forrest voice-over) Moments after a viewer asked me to kill someone, I was summoned to a meeting with my producer Grant and Review's legal counsel.
There should've been three vetoes.
(Grant) Yes.
In retrospect, that is clear.
But alas.
Anyway, I just wanted to make our position very clear.
You should not commit a murder for the show.
Period.
I agree with that.
We don't care that it might have been ground-breaking, award-winning television that people might have talked about for years.
None of that matters.
We're talking about a human life.
(Forrest) That's yeah.
That's right.
It's a human life.
(Grant) Even if that means fading into obscurity, there is no one whose life is so worthless - that you should do this.
- Yep.
(Grant) Even if by not doing it, eventually people go, "Oh, yeah, "who was that guy back in the day, Frosty McNell? He had a show where he barfed up pancakes?" And if you did do this thing, you would be doing it knowing that not only were you not told to by the show, you were expressly told not to do it.
(Forrest) Oh.
Okay.
Right.
- Good.
- Yeah, okay.
Yeah.
I got it.
I get it.
So you're telling me I have to do this.
(both) No no no no no.
Not at all.
Quite the opposite.
Absolutely not.
Don't do it.
Got it.
[sighs.]
Okay, thank you, Forrest.
Yeah, no, thank you.
Very good.
(attorney) Is he gonna do it? We have told him not to do it.
[sighs.]
[sighs.]
(Forrest voice-over) This was truly the most horrifying request in two seasons as a reviewer of life.
- You wanted to see me? - Dad, yes.
(Forrest voice-over) As I grappled with the awful implications of what I was being asked to do, I turned for advice to my father.
I know that you served during Vietnam.
Yep, I I sure did.
Yeah.
I need to know what it felt like.
I've never talked about this to anyone, and with good reason.
I think I need to hear it, Dad.
[sighs.]
I joined in 1970.
I enlisted with my friends, Danny Alfaro and Jared Lenk.
But right when we started training, I came down with a terrible case of diarrhea they couldn't do anything about.
Uh-huh.
They didn't know if it was a viral thing or an intestinal inflammation or I mean, they couldn't even keep me hydrated.
Okay, but then at some point, you, you know they shipped you out.
Yeah, they transferred me to a medical center in Oklahoma.
They had a whole team of doctors trying to figure this thing out.
The diarrhea.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
And my paperwork got mucked up.
Uh-huh.
Spent the next 2 1/2 years bouncing around in the hospital system.
Did you say you spent 2 1/2 years just in the hospital in the United States? - Studied transistor radios.
- Uh-huh.
I learned to cook.
They made me an honorary nurse.
- Did they? - Yeah, 'cause I was around so much.
Okay, sorry, I just I didn't have anything else to do.
Got it.
Look, I wanted to I just wanted to I mean, you never killed anybody over there or anything? As a nurse, you mean? No, I mean, you know, in war.
Oh, God, no.
I have a lot of stuff to get to.
But you know, to this day Yeah? I get the trots, I go right back there.
Sure.
Sounds like that was a life-changing case of diarrhea there.
(Forrest voice-over) My father's input was equal parts disgusting and unhelpful.
But I did eventually think of someone I could kill.
I tracked down the young man whose brutal beating I had witnessed and learned that he was in a coma with less than a 1% chance of ever regaining consciousness.
This feels like the least bad way.
[sighs.]
[machine beeping.]
[sighs.]
[sighs.]
This is I mean Yeah.
Okay.
All right.
[groans.]
[bleep.]
[bleep.]
[bleep.]
[bleep.]
[bleep.]
.
No! No, no! I can't do it.
I can't do it.
I can't do it.
- [panting.]
- [door clicks shut.]
[panting.]
[bleep.]
that.
No.
Nope.
[clears throat.]
[sighs.]
I can't do it.
Oh, God.
(Forrest voice-over) But then I realized that I knew someone who was much more deserving of my murder.
Ray, the man who administered that horrible beating and got away with it, arguably partly because of me, was surely a man I could kill with a somewhat softer pang of guilt.
Finding Ray turned out to be remarkably easy.
I'm looking for this man.
He sells drugs around here.
(Forrest voice-over) He was well-known throughout the neighborhood.
I've just come from Walmart where I purchased a gun and some ammunition and several impulse purchases too.
I don't know.
Who can resist a $2 lawn chair? Certainly not me.
This is where Ray lives.
And I'm gonna go in there and I'm gonna do what I need to do [breathing heavily.]
with this gun.
And I'm very, very frightened.
[car door dinging.]
[door slams.]
I want you to keep a safe distance, okay? [crying quietly.]
[knocks at door.]
[door creaks open.]
Hey! Oh.
I know you.
You're the guy from the other night when the cops grabbed me.
- Yeah.
- What are you doing here? Nothing.
This is a miracle, man.
You are my [bleep.]
guardian angel, man.
- [laughs.]
- [groans.]
I been thinkin' about you all the time.
You not ratting me out like that, that was the best [bleep.]
thing anyone has ever done for me in my whole [bleep.]
life.
It's like I got a real chance to start over.
I'm not gonna [bleep.]
it up.
I already enrolled to take the GED! I'ma get sober.
I'ma be a drug counselor for teens.
(Forrest voice-over) In less than a minute, this monster, who I had so easily condemned to death had become a human to me.
(Ray) This is my son.
His name is Eric.
I have a son named Eric.
(Forrest voice-over) A man with a future and a right to go on living.
- Hi, Ray.
- Ray Dunkelman.
Bring it in.
(Forrest voice-over) I knew I could not do it.
I could not kill Ray Dunkelman.
Yeah, Forrest! (Forrest voice-over) It was a heartwarming moment.
And then Ray discovered something.
What the [bleep.]
is this? - What do you mean? - Whoa, hey.
- What are you doing? - Are you wearing a wire? (Forrest voice-over) It was simply the microphone that records my audio for this show.
But Ray was not listening to explanations.
[Ray shouting indistinctly.]
[smacking and shouting.]
[Ray screaming.]
You bit me! [screaming.]
What the [bleep.]
, Forrest? [both screaming.]
[Forrest screaming.]
[gunshot.]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
[grunting.]
There should have been another veto.
There should have been another veto.
There should have been another veto.
[sobbing.]
Whoa.
Forrest.
That was pretty intense.
Was it? [clears throat.]
If, in fact, what you had just seen had been the killing of one person by another person, then I suppose that other person would have found the experience to have been highly traumatizing, resulting in a ceaseless barrage of nightmares and daymares that will probably haunt him or her for the rest of his life.
Killing someone, therefore, theoretically gets, I'm assuming half a star.
Just so you know, the guy in the coma died too.
Oh, is that right? - Yeah.
- Okay.
(man) Extra cheese!