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[Music Playing]
Operator, Give me in ...

... formation, information ...

PHONE BOOTH.

... distance ...

... long distance ...

[Music Going On]

[While Music Gonin' On]
[TONE Sounding And MEN Chattering]

There are an estimated 8 million people
in the five boroughs of New York.

12 million in the greater metropolitan area.

There are almost 10 million telephone exchange lines ...

... over 50 phone services.

3 million New Yorkers are cell phone users.

It used to be a mark of insanity
to see people talk to themselves.

Now it's a mark of status.
And speed dial is quickly replacing the drop of a coin.

Despite increased usage of cellular devices...

... an estimated 4.5 million residents and 2 million visitors...

... still utilize pay phones on a regular basis.

This is the telephone booth at 53rd and 8th...

...perhaps the last vestige of privacy on Manhattan's West Side.

It is the last booth of its type, still in regular operation.

Up to 300 calls daily originate here.

This location has been burglarized 41 times in the last six months.

Verizon has scheduled this structure to be torn down...

...and replaced with a kiosk as of at 8 A.M. tomorrow.

Hardly two blocks away ...

... meet the man who is to be the final occupant of that booth.

Donny! Donny! Donny! listen to me.

I said I'd get you magazine coverage,
and I'm getting you in a magazine.

Look, you gotta trust me. No means YES to these people.

Get "What's Up?" magazine on the line.

Yeah, I heard you.

Donny, I got "What's Up?" magazine on the other line.

They wanna know about you, so I'm hanging up.

This is Erica or Lars. I can't tell the difference.

-You got Stu.
-We said no.

I didn't hear you,
so I'm giving you a second chance.

-We don't do magicians.
-Magicians?

Donny G is an artist who happens to look like a supermodel.

-The "New Guys" is offering him the cover.
-"New Guys" wants him?

And I haven't told my client, my favorite client ...

... that I am making this call, a'ight?
He wants "New Guys".

I want "New Guys" and I can make him come around ...

...but you'll lose us if I don't hear from you by end of business.

Get licky "New Guys".
Tell him "What's Up?" is offering a cover.

Okay. Big Q.

Adam, Adam, I know three people looking for dog walkers.
That could be you.

"Sit. Stay. Don't worry, Fluffy,
I'll clean your shit and wipe your ass."

-You got Stu.
-What's up with my party, Stu?

Yo! Q and I was just telling my assistant to get my favorite client
on the phone. And here you are.

Nice!

but the ... but listen seriously!
Q! We gotta look at a new night for your release party.

Yeah ... There are two premieres, a fundraiser.
All the happening places are booked.

If we move the date ...

Voodoo on you-do, mother-fucker,
from Big Q to Big Stu!

-Right Big Q! Be reasonable.
-Mother-fucker, I'm a gangster!

-I don't gotta be reasonable! I don't gotta be reasonable!
-You're cutting out. Hell? Big Q!

Next time I'm gonna kill your cracker-ass
if you keep talking about me like that!

Right?

N.Y.P.D. Blue, 11 o'clock.

Stuey! the hardest working P.R. guy.
How's the business?

How many times do I have to tell you, Wyatt?
I'm a publicist.

-Tickets.
-Tickets.

Four for "Britney Spears", right?

You know you put the "Ho" in show business, Stuey?

It's Stu. What do you got for me?

Ah ... they just checked Mrs. Sharp
into Bellevue again.

-Page Six. Tell "Britney" I send my love.
-All right.

Enjoy the show.

Hold on a sec. Page Six, this is Lana.
[Cough]

Bless you. Lana, it's Stu Shepard.

[Cough]
Bless you.

-Is it you or your boss calling?
-It's me.

I'm looking for some mutual back-scratching.

You get my privileged N.Y.P.D. Blue info.
and I get you to save my ass.

Not now, Stu. I'm a sick woman.

Well ... This is going to make you feel better.

Tony wanted to win producer Jeffrey Sharp
tossed his wife back into drug rehab today.

Ha ... Nice.
What do you want for that little tidbit?

You'd better be nice to me while I'm on
the way up and taking your calls.

I know they said the higher the monkey climbs,
the more you see of his ass.

Oh ... Have a heart, Lana.

Listen, today my half-wit assistant
faxed you regarding my favorite client.

Great singer about to turn great actress.

-Oh ... another little Miss Tits and Ass?
-Look, I'm on cell, no names.

That was strictly in-office information.
You didn't print it, did you?

-I got it.
-All right, tell me Richard we didn't see it.

He didn't put it in the column?

Stu's something on the phone,
scared he's gonna lose his job.

His office sent you something by mistake.
He wants it back.

You tell him T.F.B.
Put that at the top of the column.

-Stu, it ran, sorry.
-Yeah?

-I'm really sorry.
-Oh, God. Oh, no.

Yes!

"What's Up?" magazine offered
Donny G a photo in "What's Hot and Happening."

-Fuck 'em. Make 'em sweat.
-He's on a conference call.

He could take a while. Yeah, can he call
you back? Okay. All right, bye.

-Pretty smooth, Adam
-Thank you.

If you can absorb everything I teach you ...

... to focus and get a new wardrobe,
you can make it big in public relations.

-I got a sense.
-Cool. Cool. Cool.

-Up, T?
-How's your doing, man?

Mario's!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Not so fast, Stu!

How come you run every time
you go past my place, huh?

-Look! because I'm busy, Mario.
-Yeah? Yeah?

Well, no more drinks or free meals, okay?

One lousy mention in the Post,
you expect to eat for six months? No!

Maybe Mario,
just maybe I could throw the hippest party this month your way.

-Stu.
-No, I couldn't. My clients would kill me.

-What? What? What? What hip party?
-It's just Big Q, the hottest new rap star.

-There'll be local TV coverage ...
-9 and 11.

MTV, BET, TV-H1.

But I promised other clients, Mario
people who actually pay me money.

-No, you owe me.
-It's gotta be the night of the 18th.

You toss in a buffet for 80 people,
record company will pick up the booze ...

...and I will deliver you to choose and look that celebrities.

Anything you want, okay?

Expand the menu,
wallpaper those bathrooms, for God's sake.

If you could loose it chain,
you only get one shot with celebrities.

Thank you. Thank you, Stu!

-That was fucking brilliant.
-Listen.

Call Big Q. Tell him we got him
the hippest place in town on his date.

-Call "What's Up" magazine.
-Yeah.

We'll take their offer.

Messenger a bottle of Jameson's to Lana at Page Six with a note saying.
And right this down.

Got it.

-Irish chicken soup. Love, Stu.
-"Irish chicken soup. Love, Stu."

-All right, no harm being gracious.
-Yeah.

Okay. Actually, better off,
deliver it over yourself.

-Get to know the players.
-Yeah, Yeah, I'll do that definately.

Thank you so much for teaching me.

-And, Adam, don't you have a suit?
-Ah ... Actually, no.

Here. Get yourself one.

-I'm gonna start paying you pretty soon.
-Yeah, I hope so.

-Stu, listen to me. You got a bunch of messages.
-I'm late for a meeting. Hold them.

-All right.
-All right.

-See you, Stu!
-See you, Adam!

[Knock...]-Excuse me.
-I'm trying to make a call here.

This is for you.
Half-pepperoni, half-mushroom, extra crisp.

You've ever heard of delivering
a pizza to a fuckin' phone booth?

I don't think so.

Gentleman occupying phone booth, 53rd, between Broadway and 8th.

It's a mistake.

What am I supposed to do with the pie? It's all paid for.

There's a homeless guy around the block.

Give him the pizza and say
"You can turn away, but you can't make it go away." How's that?

He'll think I'm trying to poison him.
They always get that idea.

Get off the fucking pizza, all right?

That language is uncalled for.

Holy shit!

I'm sorry. Please return to sender.

Fuck off.

Here you go, $5. Eat the pizza yourself.
You look like you could use a good meal.

Hello.

Pam, could you believe some nut case just tried to
deliver me a pizza to a phone booth?

Why are you always in the same
phone booth, same time, every day?

-Well, it's quitting time, right?
-Thank God, we were mobbed today.

So how's your day?

It's getting better by the minutes, sweetheart.

And who's the most famous person you publicized today?

-You.
-Really?

I told a few columnists Mel Gibson
was looking for actresses for his latest film.

And I said the possibilities
were Cameron Diaz, Julia Roberts ...

...and my favorite client, you.

You didn't really do that.

First step toward being noticed
is being mentioned, Pam.

I just got out of a conference at the City Hotel.

I was thinking ... maybe you could come down.

There are a couple of people
and a few martinis I'd like to introduce you to.

-Stu, I ...
-Listen, Pam. Pam. Pam.

It's about time we talked
about your career. Come on.

Look! I feel awful about saying no.
But I promised my scene partner that I'd rehearse for her class.

But, we're doing a scene from Jerry Maguire.
I'm playing Ren? Zellweger's part.

That's great. Look, I rescheduled
a meeting to see you ...

...but I guess ... I guess I can reschedule it back.

-Are you mad?
-Don't worry about it. No, I'm not mad.

-Maybe tomorrow.

Yeah, later.

-Look, Stu ...
-What?

Big kiss.

You too.

[Ringing]

-Yeah.
-Isn 't it funny?

You hear a phone ring,
and it could be anybody...

... but a ringing phone has to be
answered, doesn't it?

What?

I hope you realize
how you've hurt my feelings.

-Who the fuck is this?
-Don't think about leaving that phone booth.

-Wrong number, pal.
-It was a perfectly delicious pizza.

and, you're certainly wondered to wish
you had accepted it.

Naturally, this is part of the gag.
The pizza bit. That was a funny shit.

Well, its purpose was to keep
your strength up for what's coming next.

-What's coming next is I'm hanging up.
-Oh, no, you won't.

-You're going to learn to obey me.
-Obey you?

-Who is this?
-Someone who enjoys watching you.

Watching me?

Yeah, I love the suit you're wearing today.
Black on raspberry sorbet. Very Italian.

Where ...? Where are you?

There are hundreds of windows out there.
Why don't you check them out?

-So, what am I doing now?
-You're scratching your head.

Now you're brushing your hair back.

That's not very nice, Stu.

Did you call me Stu?

-Who's Stu? I don't know any Stu.
-Why? do you prefer Stuart?

Look! a lot of people in this neighborhood know who I am.

Stuart Shepard, 1326 West
51st Street, Third Floor, front.

-Go mind-fuck some other guy, pal.
-I know Pamela McFadden too.

It's not in your best interest
to disconnect me.

Someone could get hurt.

Oh ... What's the matter, Stu?

Listen to me, If you're some fucked-up, failed actor
I wouldn't handle or some prick intern I fired

I will hunt you down and I will crush you.

You will never work in this town.

Alright? Trust me, I can turn people into gods ...

...and I can turn you into a total
fucking loser if you weren't one already.

Do you hear me?
Am I upsetting you? Hello?

Oh, you think I'm gonna, what?
Pay you off or something?

-Tell me what you want.
-Oh ... Now you want to talk to me.

Did Adam at my office put you up to this?

No, I thought this up all by myself.

Alright, keep thinking. I'm hanging up.

I'll say HI to your wife, Kelly for you,
talk to you later.

What the ... ?

[Tone Sound]

The call-back feature cannot be activated ...

Mother-fucker.

[Ringing]

-Tell me what you want.
-I want your complete attention.

-Are you an actor?
-Yes. One of your pathetic failed ones.

-It's tough when you're not known.
-Tell me about it.

You don't have to hunt me and crush me.
I can't get work in this town as it is.

I've done some off-Broadway,
some off-Manhattan plays, but that draged up.

Now I wait tables, clean toilets,
anything to make 'em the rent or.

I'm a walking clich?

Yeah ... listen ... I can help you.
I can get you auditions.

How can you get me auditions? You're not an agent.
You're a publicist.

Yeah, Of course, I'm publicist. But I have contacts.
I know agents. I can get you an audition.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Wow, there is someone I'd like you to call.

Name it.

Try the number you dialed
when you first got into the booth.

-I don't know what you're talking about, Pal.
-No?

Lucky you then, because I wrote it down.

I can see every number you pressed.
Let's see if Pam is still at work.

-No.
-Then I guess I'll have to do it.

-Look, don't!
-Too late. It's already ringing.

-I'll put her on speaker so you can hear.
-You're fucking kidding me.

Stu, I never kid.

[Ringing]

-Hello.
-Well, hello, Pam.

-Hi, who's this?
-It's a good friend of Stu's.

-And he hasn't got many.
-You know Stu?

I know he lies.

-Who is this?
-Don't worry about that.

Stu's listening in.
He can hear what we're saying about him.

-Stu, is that true? Are you there?
-Look! Pam, hang up the goddamn phone!

She can't hear you, Stu.

Pam, I'm afraid Stu hasn't been totally honest with you.

-What do you mean?
-Don't fucking do this.

-Stu has been lying to you.
-Pam, hang up.

Now, why would a man who has a cell phone
call you every day from a phone booth?

-That's because he said it's quiet.
-Pam, that's just stupid.

It's because his wife checks
his cell phone bills.

-No record of his calls to you.
-Jesus Christ.

-He ... He said he wasn't married.
-Oh, he's married.

Her name is Kelly. I've never seen her
but she sounds lovely.

Why do you think
he invites you to the City Hotel?

-Cheap rooms for cheap girls.
-Fucking Asshole.

He's telling you all this
so you'll sleep with him.

-Look! He's lying, Pam. Don't listen.
-I know that, okay?

I may be from Montana,
but we have men there also.

I wasn't planning
on sleeping with him.

I just don't know a lot
of people here right now.

And he's cute and he said
that he would help me.

-You never asked me if I was married.
-He's never made anyone a star. Good-bye now. Big Kiss.

Hello?

Back to you again, Stu.

Gotta hit this trick before
the next bitch takes my score.

-Go away.
-Go away? Hang up the fucking phone, nigga.

This mother-fucker,
you don't eyeball me. Bitch.

Why are you doing this?
Did I ever harm you? Did I ...?

-Now, let's call Kelly.
-She's not home.

Oh, but I'm sure
she's at the shop on Columbus.

How the fuck do you
know shit all about us?

Speed dial her. Press "auto one."
That's her button.

-What am I supposed to say?
-Why don't you try to tell her the truth?

-You're cheating.
-I'm not cheating on Kelly. I never have.

-Then what do you call it?
-Look, you're a guy ...

... sometimes you want to know it's a possibility, alright?.

It's like having a beautiful home ...

... but you still dream of that quick vacation now on then.

You know, some nice hotel room with a great view, maybe a pool.

But, it's just a fantasy.
Because we'll really never want to leave home.

-Do you hear what I'm saying?
-Kelly is at home and Pam is at motel.

-I'm sure they'll both appreciate that.
-Fuck you.

Hey, that kind of language is uncalled for.

Come on man. You can't take up the whole fuckin' booth.
This here's my business.

This is not the only phone
in New York.

It's the only one on 8th Avenue that's working now.

-Bullshit! Go in a restaurant, or someplace else, then get lost.
-Mother-fucker, this is my phone.

Goddamn it, man! You've done made me
hurt my dick hand.

I'm sure you're just as good with the other hand. Yeah, go away.[Laughing BackGound]

I'll be back, motherfucker.
I will be back, bitch. Get out of my way!

I was worried for you, Stuart.
I thought she was gonna put an eye out with that hand.

Look! Whoever you are, you're obviously a very intelligent man.

and, I know what stress does.
It's all I can do from going crazy myself.

-You're calling me crazy?
-No, you're saying it's going through a difficult time.

Look, please don't call my wife.

Let me give you my office number.
Come in and we'll talk.

I know a reasonable photographer
who will do some headshots.

Stu, do you really think
that I'm an actor?

I'm not an actor.
I have no use for you, Stu. None.

I would just like you to tell Kelly
the truth about yourself.

So are you going to call Kelly
and tell her about Pam?

-Or do I have to?
-No!

Jesus, no. I'm doing it.

Feeling kind of nervous, Stu?

-Hello.
-Hold it to the receiver so I can hear.

-Stu?
-Yeah.

-Where are you?
-I'm in a phone booth.

Baby, I just got this call from this guy
who said you'd be calling me ...

... from a booth to tell me
something important.

There's a lot of prank calling
going on today, baby.

-Tell her you'll call for women within a little phone booth to invite ...
-Shut up.

... to have drinks at discreet hotels.

I'm not talking to you, baby.

Someone's got company.

-Who's that woman?
-Bitch got a cell phone!

-Some hooker is trying to use the phone.
-He just called me a hooker.

-Hookers? are you sure there's nothing wrong?
-We are escorts. Escorts.

Tell her you want to sleep
with other women.

Look! Kelly, There is this person
and he's saying things about me.

Things that might not be true.

And if he calls you ... Get the fuck out
of here before I'll call the cops!

Don't be after beneath..
Honey, I want to sleep with the other women.

Look, Kelly, whatever he says,
don't believe him.

-I haven't done anything alright? I Haven't done anything
-Only because Pam had to rehearse with her seeing partner.

Shut the fuck up!

Stu, I ... I ... I don't know what you're talking about,
but you're scaring me.

I'm sorry, baby.

Can you just come over
to the store so we can talk in person?

-I feel kind of weird.
-Yeah. Look, I'll try. Don't worry.

-Come on!
-Yeah, bitch!

-I love you too.
-"I love you."

Get out of here before
I have you deported to Jersey, OK?.

-You know what? You're a fucking ass!
-And you're a dirty skank.

-What are you gonna do about it?
-Your mama is a skank, bitch!

You didn't tell your wife the truth, did you, Stu?

And you can tell she really loves you.

Must be nice to have
a pretty girl care for you.

Why do you screw up her life?
She never did you harm.

Everybody does harm.

That's it. This mind-fuck is over.

[Echoing...]
Stu, if you hang up, I will kill you.

What are you going to do about it
with your fucking hands-up which with goddamn binoculars?

I never said I had binoculars.

I have a highly magnified
telescopic image of you.

Now what kind of device
has a telescopic sight mounted on it?

What You mean? like a rifle?

A 30-caliber bolt-action 700
with a carbon-one modification...

...and a state-of-the-art
Hands-hold tactical scope.

-And it's staring straight at you.
-Yeah, how's my fucking hair?

At this range, the exit wound ought to be
about the size of a small tangerine.

Nice try, Pal. Go to hell.

Now, doesn't that just torque your jaws?

I love that.

You know, like in the movies
just as the good guy is ...

... just about to kill
the bad guy, he cocks his gun.

Now why didn't he havn't cocked?

Because that sound is scary.

It's cool, isn't it?

Look, you shoot a gun here
and there'll be pandemonium.

Alright, do you hear me?
There will be cops all over this block.

Do you think so? Let's see. One. Two.

That won't help you.

Three./

Oh ... Stu, look at everybody.
Look at all of the people screaming, Stu.

Here come the cops.

Sniper on the roof.
Gunfire, hit the deck.

Stu, you still with me?

Stand up and be a man.

So ... Um ...do you mean you would whack me
for no particular reason?

No, I have plenty of reasons,
and you keep giving me more.

-Shall I take care of him?
-No! No. Shit, no.

It would be so easy.

Here.

Here.

Stu, you just gave that gentleman
$10 to walk away.

You saved his life.
You do have a sensitive side.

-How much to let me go?
-Let's see how sensitive you really are.

I'm aiming at you right now.

Can you feel it, the heat of it?

Come now, Stu, you can feel it.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Take a look at where I'm going you.

You're doing so much better than the others.

You read about the German porn king
shot 10 days ago, didn't you it..

were ...at 38th and 8th?

He thought he was an artist and wouldn't
admit he was just a pedophile.

Believe me, he had plenty
of chances to come clean.

You must have read about the corporate
executive shot at 47th and 10th.

What you didn't read
was that he cashed in all of his stocks...

...just before the bottom fell out,
while all the little guys lost everything.

Now if he had been willing
to make amends share the money ...

things might have been different.

Please, tell me where am I aiming now?

-Below the shoulder.
-Which one?

The right shoulder.

-Love to love you too, baby!
-That's phenomenal, Stu.

You're doing so much better than the others.

What do you remember about those killings, Stu?

I don't know.

Well, you think of yourself
as a smart guy, Stu. Try.

-They got shot. I don't know, Fucking! all right?
-Okay, I'll give you a hint.

Wallets, watches, everything
was left on their bodies.

Because they weren't robberies.
They were executions.

They didn't have to be.

What did I do
to deserve this? Why me?

If you have to ask,
then you're not ready to know yet.

-Right here. Shit. Come on.
-Jesus. You, in the booth.

-Come on.
-Now what?

You got any idea how much pain
you're making in my life?

-Hey, look at me.
-Look, I hear you!

Look me in the eye.
Hang up the phone and walk away.

-Don't do it.
-I got my own problems.

I'm your fuckin' problem.
You know why I'm your fuckin' problem?

My girls keep yapping at me,
"Leon, he won't share the phone."

"Leon, he told us to fuck off."

"Leon, We're gonna make you nuts
unless you make him get off the fucking phone."

-I'm trying to run a fucking business.
-I absolutely sympathize, but I can't get off the call.

No, you don't understand me.
I got the G-string union here.

They're breaking my fuckin' balls.

I gotta live with their shit,
but not yours.

So I'm saying this once, nice, all right?
Hang up the phone. Walk away.

-He did say it nicely.
-He got a cell phone up in there too.

-It ain't even like he need a phone!
-I can't get off the call!

Shut the fuck up! Do you hear that shit?
It's like nails on a chalkboard.

They ain't gonna fucking stop,
till l get their way.

-I'm getting a fucking headache, pal.
-All right. I'll pay you to go away.

I don't want your fuckin' money.
I want you to hang up the phone and get out.

-$120. It's all yours.
-Everybody has their price, right, Stu?

You're gonna give me $120
to rent the booth the bums piss in every fuckin' night?

-Yeah, I'm a nice guy.
-Something ain't right with him.

Look at that sweat pouring off
that son of a bitch.

-This one sick mother we started with.
-It's probably catching too.

-Yo.
-He's got AIDS.

-How long you want to rent the booth?
-Indefinitely.

-Indefinitely?
-Yes.

Do I look like a asshole?
Let me tell you something.

-$500 gets you indefinitely.
-Wait up! Hold the fuck up!

How come he's defying you, huh?
What, you got bitch in you now?

-Did I say shut the fuck up?
-Yeah, now talk to him like that!

Jesus Christ. Are you enjoying this?

-Do you need help?
-Look, I'm handling it.

-Come on!
-I can help you, Stu.

I wasn't gonna kill you before,
but you changed my fucking mind.

I would take off if I was you.
He gonna kick your ass.

-He gonna kick your ass.
-Get the fuck out!

Can you get out of here?
Will you go away?

-He looks very angry.
-Come on. I, look ...

-Hang up the phone!
-Get rid of him.

-Hang up the phone!
-We can work this out!

-Get rid of him!
-Hang up the phone.

I got a watch.
It's a Solaris, $2000 retail.

Yeah? I got a gold Rolex, mother-fucker.

You got five seconds to get off
the fucking phone. Five.

-Better up.
-Four.

I can stop him.

Three.

-Just say the word, Stu.
-Two. One.

No, no. Don't. Don't.

Fuck.

This will count as a hang up.

I can make him stop.
Just say the word. Can you hear me?

-Yes.
-What?

Yes!

-Whose street is this?
-That's right, baby.

Oh, my God.

Baby, you bleeding?
You must've cut yourself ...

-What's wrong?
-You cut yourself.

-What's wrong? What's wrong?
-Baby? Leon? Leon!

-He was fucking shot!
-Oh, my God!

-Mother-fucker!
-He's shot!

Leon!

Somebody call an ambulance!

-Call 911!
-911 , dumb bitch!

He ain't breathing.
Call the meat wagon!

-Shut the fuck up!
-You shot him.

-Why'd you fucking shoot him?
-You said, "Yes."

"Yes, I can hear you,"
not, "Yes, kill him!", your mother fucker!

You ought to be more careful with what you say.

Oh, my God.

-Mother-fucker, why?!
-It wasn't me!

-Where's the gun? Do you see a gun?
-Fuck you!

You pumped one into him, bitch!
I saw it! He's got a Glock!

Get down! Get the fuck down!
Daddy got a Glock!

What Glock? I don't have a fucking Glock!
It's a telephone!

You shot my man, daddy!
They gonna skin and fry your ass!

You shot my baby, daddy!
Mr. Mother-fucker! Mr. Mother-fucker!

Please, come on! Come in here, bitch!

Better run, mother-fucker!

The cops is coming and I hope
they fry your ass down!

I'm not going anywhere, am I?

If you had dealt with the man decently,
this might not have been necessary.

Look, I offered him money.
I offered him my watch.

But not your respect,
which is what he really wanted.

You were dismissive like
you dismissed the nice pizza guy.

You are guilty of inhumanity
to your fellow man.

Look! I'm not guilty of a goddamn thing.

Well... take responsibility
for what you've done, Stu. Be a man.

I love this fucking spin. You shoot
the guy, and I'm fucking responsible?

Well, looked that way from up here.

I don't know what I did to
you but whatever it was, I'm glad.

Alright? I wish it had been worse.
I wish fuckin' you died!

-Yes, finally some honesty.
-Just tell me who you are.

No one you'd ever notice.
I don't run in your circles.

-And what is it you do?
-I watch.

-You watch?
-Yes, well, what else is there to do...

... when life turns on you and you've
retreated into some small room?

You look out your window.

You see people come in and out of this
phone booth. The same ones every day.

You make up names for them.
You imagine their stories.

But eventually, you get tired of imagining.
And oneday you follow one of them.

And you hear all of his lies.

And you decide that
his sins should be punished.

Some guy shouting into a cell phone full of self-importance
isn't gonna notice me.

But I noticed that German porn king,
and I noticed that corrupt executive.

And I noticed you, Stu.

-I'm flattered.
-Operator 553. What is your emergency?

Will you please respond?

What was so interesting about a guy
in a phone booth on 53rd and 8th?

The Stu Show. Better than TV.

Look, how'd I get so lucky to be
picked up by a killer with a rifle!

You had it made.
Kelly at home, Pam on the side.

I saw Pam once.
I followed her to her restaurant. Lovely.

Life has given you more than your fair share, Stu.

But, it appears you don't appreciate it.

Look, look, listen,
appearances can be deceiving.

I may look confident.
But I'm really, actually just crying out for help!

Help! You know?

I'm trying to help you, Stu.
But you won't help yourself.

-Fuck.
-What's the matter, Stu?

-You shot me!
-It's time you learn, Stu.

-Deception can't go unrewarded.
-Deception! What fucking deception?

-Are you in need of immediate police
or medical response?

Shit! You bugged the fucking booth.

That's how you knew.
That's how you knew about Pam and me.

-You picked the wrong person to lie to.
-Look, I didn't pick you.

-Right! It must have been
your flashy suit that attracted me.

I get fucked on account of my clothes?
That why you killed Leon?

I didn't kill Leon because
of the way he dressed.

And those other two guys as well?
Did they dress too nice?

You must feel really expensive
when you walk out the door.

All right, here come the cops.

What are you gonna do? Run?

No, I'm not a coward like some people I know.

-You can get away if you run now.
-I suppose that you're blaming on me for Leon.

No, no, I'll confess l shot him
with my fucking phone.

Well, then I urge you
to keep one thing in mind, Stu.

Take a look at your chest.
You saw how accurate I can be, how lethal.

Kill me now, and you give yourself away.

Not with a silencer.
It would take these guys...

... the rest of the day to figure out it
wasn 't one of their own men that did it.

You know you can be shot 41 times
for pulling out your wallet.

[MEGA-PHONE] : Throw down your weapon
and come out with your hands raised.

-Ignore him.
-Yeah, what if they open fire?

They won't. Look around you, Stu.

Do you see the tourists
with the video cameras?

The ones hoping the cops
will blow you away...

...so they can sell the tape
to The most glorious police Shoot-outs?

Don't worry, they'll keep the police on their best behavior.

So long as you don't need to take a interviw with
hostile action, you should be safe.

Safe? You call this safe?

I got a whole fucking precinct here
with guns pointed my way.

[MEGA-PHONE] : With both hands raised,
moving slowly, step out of the booth.

If we see any signs of a weapon
we will respond.

You won't because there isn't any!

[MEGA-PHONE] : Put down the phone
and raise your hands!

Look, I can't.
I'm ... on an important call.

Verify this information for me.

The guy in the booth
shot that guy over there ...

...and stuck around to make a phone call. Is that correct?

Yeah, that's what the hookers are saying.

All right, give me the horn.

[MEGA-PHONE] : Sir! I'm ordering you to fully comply.
-Look! I'm busy, all right? Come back later.

-Very good, Stu.
[MEGA-PHONE] : Step out of the booth ...

...and raise your hands. I am giving you an order.

I give the orders here, Stu, don't I?

This guy is looking for us
to kill him, captain.

Suicide by a cop?
Well, that's not gonna happen.

Get that body out of here fast.

Somebody get the body.
Tell the ambulance to get the body.

Thousands of people die every day,
but you put one dead body...

...in the middle of a busy street
and it makes people crazy.

Look at these guys.
You can smell the fear.

-Ten cops.
-This reminds me of Vietnam.

-Vietnam?
-Yes, Vietnam.

I was too young to go,
but I've seen pictures.

Well, pictures can't do it, Stu.
You can't imagine the fear, the strench...

Napalm-charred bodies, children
leaving grenades in your boots.

-Then you got blamed for the war.
-I came home and people spit on me.

Yeah, this country
owes you an apology.

Look, I just had this vision of you, of a kid,
coming back from the war ...

... inured to the killing,
not able to get work, isolated.

I think that could be made
into an affecting story ...

...and, you know, one that everyone understands.

And I think cops are on the side of vets.

You are pathetic, Stu.
Why don't you wake up?

Napalm-charred bodies?
I'd have to be 50 to be in that war!

Stop fucking with my head, please!

Cover me,I'm gonna go talk to him.

Shouldn't we wait
on the ESU negotiator?

They could take 20 minutes.
I'm not gonna take a chance on this one.

I'm gonna handle this.

Sir! I'm taking out my weapon.

Putting my weapon down on the car.

-The captain's going in.
-I'm not armed.

-Yeah, neither am I.
-My name is Ramey.

-Captain Ed Ramey.
-All right.

-What's yours?
-Look! I don't want to be friends.

I don't know. It looks like you could use a friend right now.

-Tell him you've already got a friend.
-I already got a friend. OK?

Is that who you're
talking to on the phone?

Look! I just want to hear your side of it. That's all.

I ain't got no side of it,
and I didn't shoot anybody.

You see a fucking gun
anywhere? Look.

It's in your back pocket!
I see it! He's been...

Sir, do you have the weapon
in your pocket?

No. I got a cell phone and I got cigarettes.
I got no fucking weapon.

OK ... then what are you doing in a phone booth making calls?

-You want to see it? Here.
-Hey!

Don't reach for that! Hold your fire!

I don't need to see it.
I know what's there.

I got plenty of witnesses over here
who saw you use it.

Look! They didn't see it, because it didn't happen!

-Shut them up!
-He's dead, but it didn't happen?

-Then who did it?
-Mustn't tell him, Stu.

-I don't know.
-You were the closest one to him.

-You must've saw it happen. Come on. Help me out of here.
-No.

-This guy is getting on my nerves.
-Look, stay the fuck out of this.

Who do you keep talking to on the phone?

-Nobody.
-Your friend, your parent, your lover? Who?

-Careful, Stuart. Careful.

My psychiatrist.

-Excellent. I should've thought of that.
-I see. What's this doctor's name?

It would be really helpful to us if we knew.

He says not ... to tell you, all right?
It's privileged information.

Very good, Stuart.
See, now you're having fun.

-Yeah, whatever you fucking say.
-I respect your right to privacy.

I've been through therapy myself.
You know the department provided it for me.

I know it's not good form for a cop
to be saying that, but sometimes ...

... you know, circumstances, stress--
I had issues. I lost my marriage over it.

Tell him not to come any closer.

Look! Don't come any closer. Stop there.
Go back a few steps.

-Go back to where you were!
-Okay. No problem.

-That's right.
-So you got some intimacy issues.

I got those too.
All I want to know is what happened, man?

-Tell him to read you your rights.
-I want you to read me my rights.

Stop asking questions.

You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
an attorney will be provided for you.

All right? So now, can you at least
give me your first name?

-Just your first name.
-Don't tell him.

It's my right
not to have any first name.

-No gun, no name.
-That's right.

-You're highly underprivileged. Sir!
-Demand your lawyer.

And go get my lawyer too. All right?

I want an attorney brought
down here to negotiate my surrender.

-Just brilliant, Stu.
-I understand that, but ...

...it's gonna be difficult to get a lawyer
to come and risk his life.

-Once you hand over the gun ...
-How can I handle this while ...

... you won't let me put my hand in my pocket?

We'll take it out for you.
All you have to do...

...is step out with your hands raised.
Nothing will happen to you.

-It's not gonna work.
-Stu, Stu.

-What?
-Ask him a question for me.

Ask him if his wife
got tired of sleeping with him.

-I ... Fuck. I can't do that.
-Oh, sure you can, Stu.

Ask him if he couldn't get it up,
if he couldn't satisfy her.

-Are you gonna step out of the booth?
-I can't. No.

-Is that a NO? You're not stepping out of the booth?
-Ask him.

-Is that a NO?
-Ask him!/

-Both your lives depend on it.
-Sir?

Captain, you couldn't satisfy your wife
sexually?

-Excuse me?
-Ask him if he abuses himself now if she's gone.

-Does he masturbate on lonely nights?
-Fuck. For God's sake!

Say it!

Say it or I will blow him away!

-So do you whack off now?
-Hey!

I'm gonna see about
that lawyer for you, okay?

-Yes.
-Just relax.

-Stu, I think you hurt his feelings.
-I wanna know who's on that phone.

I want a techie here.
I need to talk to somebody about that phone.

Do you think we went too far, Stuart?
Should we give ourselves up?

You know maybe I'd like someone
to negotiate my surrender, too.

-Look! I'm sure we can work that out.
-I won't just spill my guts to anyone.

Could you get me national news?
I mean, you've got connections, right?

-Sure.
-Larry King ... Could you get Larry King down here?

Why the fuck would Larry King
come here?

Because you're friends.
Who else could you get, huh?

Could you get Tom Brokaw?
How about Dan Rather? Diane Sawyer?

-Look, I, I, I don't know. They're busy.
-I, I, I busy.

How about Mike Wallace? Ted Koppel?
Peter Jennings? Katie Couric?

Al Roker? Anybody? Nah! Nobody.

Face it, Stu, you're smalltime.
And you've got a credibility problem.

Listen... don't fucking worry about
my credibility! All right?

What about yours?

Look, it's our friends from channels two and five.
Your local news, Stuart.

You couldn't do this for your clients
if your life depended on it.

But me, I've made you famous.

Stick your head out
so they can get a better angle on you.

-They're here to cover me dying on the girdle.
-How ungrateful.

Those cameras will make the police
very careful Stewart.

-So come on, smile a little for them.
-Can you tap into that phone call?

-Should be no problem.
-Except...

...we'll need a warrant
if he's on the line with his shrink.

Fuck that. I'm not gonna
jeopardize this on a technicality, Look ...

Tracing, that's not a violation, right?

-As long as we don't listen in.
-Okay, this is what I want you to do.

I want you to find who he's talking to
and their current location.

All right? We get that?

I want somebody to find out
what the hell is going on.

Look across the street and
see what everybody in New York is looking at.

You're the man, Stuart.
You're the center of attention.

Wait till this goes national :
ABC, CBS, CNN, UPN....

You're gonna hit
the whole alphabet, Stu.

Listen! I'll be forgotten about in a week.

Why? ... No one ever remembers
the names of the victims.

It's the killers that get the cover
of Time magazine. Right?

Think about it. You'd be famous.
Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy...

...fucking Jeffrey Dahmer.
Name a victim. You can't.

Anyway, I don't deserve
to be the ... center of attention.

-It ought to be you they're covering.
-No ... That attention would embarrass me.

-I know exactly the spin to put on this.
-How often terror inspires your creativity?

Listen, this could be a media frenzy,
all right? You'd get Barbara Walters ...

...I mean, Larry King
if you still wanted him.

I see that approach seems predicated upon
me surrendering without killing you.

Listen, we can make you sympathetic,
sit down with a writer, bang out a book.

You know, movie of the week.
Get America on your side.

All right, you killed Leon
because he was gonna kill me.

You killed Leon to protect me. All right?

Now, in a city where nobody looks out
for anybody, you took a stand.

I'm your best witness today.

So you want me to trust you
to get me out of this?

Yes, I do. I want you to trust me.
Trust me.

Stu, you must think I'm crazy.

-Oh, shit. Here comes Braman.
-I'll take care of him.

Hey. Should've waited for me
to initiate contact with the suspect.

I established a report.
And I will let you know if I need help.

Are you grandstanding for TV cameras?

Or do you want to leave this
to a professional?

Until a professional gets here,
I here.

You're a funny guy. All right,
you get somebody else killed, it's on your head.

Got it?

This is what I want to do, okay?
This is the City Hotel here.

I want three guys in the lobby here.
And five sharpshooters up here. OK?

See if you can get me two
in the subway.

What the fuck?

-Not going to answer it?
-I can't. I can't reach for the phone.

-The cops will think it's a gun.
-I'll bet it's Kelly.

She's probably heard what you did.
She's sick with worry.

I'm not gonna make her
feel any better, am I?

Well, you could ask her
to forgive you, Stuart.

You could confess your sins
and beg for absolution, come clean.

Stuart! You're in this position
because you're not telling the truth.

I'm in this position
because you got a gun!

No. Stuart, that is the sin of spin.
Avoidance and deception.

You're being given a chance here
to make things right. Now, talk to her.

-Look, I can't. Please.
-I am telling you to answer that phone!

-Excuse me! Excuse me!
-You can't cross in front of here!

Answer it!

-Look, I can't. Please.
-Don't make me hurt you!

-Talk to your wife!
-It's not her calling.

-How can you be so sure?
-It's you. It's you, you miserable fuck!

Damn, you got me!
You continue to impress.

You could shoot me,
but you want them to do it!

-Yes, well, that's an option.
-[Murmuring]

-Captain.
-Yeah?

This lady says the perp's her husband.
Here's her lD.

-I couldn't believe when I saw this.
-Who do you think he's talking to at the phone out there?

I ... I don't know.
I spoke to him earlier today and l told him ...

-...that there was a man who called me.
-A man?

Did this upset him, that
you were talking to other men?

Yes, he did seem a little upset,
but it's, no ... It's not like that.

-I didn't even know who this guy was.
-Who's his psychiatrist?

-He doesn't have one.
-That you know of.

I've been with him three years, married for one.
I'd know if he was in therapy.

I wish to God he had been. You know?
I saw somebody after my divorce.

It kept me from picking up a gun,
doing something I would regret.

-Look, Stu didn't kill anyone.
-Ma'am, under the circumstances ...

...you need to consider whether
your husband is who you thought he was.

'Cause according to these witnessesover right over the here,
he has a gun ...

... he has used that gun and let's pray
to God that he doesn't use it again.

Captain?

If you can think of any dispute
he's having currently, please, tell me.

We're clearing City Hotel. I can stage
an assault unit within feet of the booth.

We've also got sharpshooters
securing rooftop positions.

-OK! Let me know when you're in position.
-Absolutely.

What about that wire tap?

We're working on it.
You gotta hold tight a while, all right?

-Yeah, no problem. No problem.
-Okay.

Mrs. Shepard. Mrs. Shepard.

-Does he like being called Stuart or Stu?
-Stu. Call him Stu.

Stu. Okay.

Come with me, please.

Stu.

I have your wife with me.

So, that's how you knew she wasn't calling.
You deceived me.

-Stu!
-She's not my wife.

Are you okay?

-Could you just talk to me?
-Yes, talk to her, Stu.

Look, she's not my wife!

She's some fucked-up, failed actress
I wouldn't handle. She's stalking me!

You aren't making this up?
You are his wife, right?

Yes, here's a photograph of us
together.

I don't know what he's talking about.

Stu. Listen to your wife.

-She only wants what's best for you.
-Look! She's not my wife!

Stu, nobody wants to hurt you.

-We just want to know what happened.
-Yeah, very good.

Go home, you fucking lunatic!
You hear me? Go home!

Please don't make things worse.
Just come out.

Just do what they tell you to do.

So, your wife is a crazy actress stalker
and you don't know her.

-That's an interesting match.
-Get her out of here! right?

-Enough. I don't want to agitate this.
-You out of your fucking mind?

-Come on, get the woman out of here!
-No. I don't know what's going on.

He's bleeding ... We ... We're fine.
This morning everything was fine.

You just stay right here.
Just stay here, okay?

-Okay.
-I think she did some good.

-You got a number of that lawyer before we found that?
-No, we don't have a lawyer.

He specifically asked for his lawyer to come down and negotiate his surrender.

-Well, we never needed one.
-Well, you need a good one now.

Look, you'll do me best
by staying near here. Okay?

I'm gonna get your husband out alive.

-I'm not going to let you fuck this up!
-Get Mrs. Shepard out of here.

You know, get her some coffee
or something like that.

You're gonna lose this guy too.
You need some kind of redemption of couch.

-What are you seeing a shrink for? huh?
-Get the fuck out of my face!

-Don't fucking touch me!
-I'm not stepping down for you!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You'd think she didn't know she was being watched.

-What?
-But beautiful women always know.

-You talking about Kelly?
-That false indifference, superior air...

...it's just a tease.
They want eyes on them.

Why does she put on her makeup,
do her hair, dress so nicely?

Not for her husband
that she hardly ever sees.

No, it's for somebody else to notice.
I notice.

What the fuckin' are you doing?
Stay away from her. Leave her alone.

I'm giving her what she wants.

I bet you've never looked at Kelly
the way I am right now.

-Don't you dare fucking hurt her.
-Don't I dare?

I'm not the one
who has hurt her, Stuart.

What they can 't know is what we do
to them in our minds. Right?

-You sick fuck!
-The perfect violation.

-Leave her out of this.
-How many times...

...have you had sex with Pam
in that hotel bedroom in your head?

Would you really miss Kelly if she was gone?

That's it. Not another word.
I'm not talking to you.

Your choices put other people
in jeopardy, Stewart

When are you gonna learn that?

This is funny. Stuart, look up town.

These geniuses are still
at the juncture box trying to tap in.

Only I have installed an encryption
device at both ends of the line.

There's no chance of a trap trace...

...so now they've gotta try some fancy
LoJack instrument. It's really sad.

I hope you weren't pinning your hopes on those morons.

Truth is, I'm on a wireless A.D.S.
with a cloned number.

It'll take a half an hour to find out
I call forwarded through Philadelphia.

And let me tell you, this will all be over
before they can get a dial tone.

We can't get a trace or break into the line.
It's like a ball of rubber bands.

I knew there was something weird
about this. You keep working on it.

Stu. Stuart, come on,
you're behaving like a child.

Still gonna give me
the silent treatment?

Hello. Stuart, don't do this, please.
Come on.

My sainted mother used to do this.
She used to dish this out.

Stuart, please don't do this.

Stuart, you're bringing back
my unhappy childhood.

Stuart, talk to me! Please, talk to me!
I can't take it! Stu, please ...

I'm kidding.
I had a very happy childhood.

Hey, there's our girl again.
I wasn't planning on killing her...

...but plans change.