# Come with me #
# To the sea #
# Of #
# Love #
# Do you remember #
# When we met #
# That's the day #
# I knew you were my pet #
# I want to tell you #
# How much I love you #
# Come with me #
# To the sea #
# Of #
# Love #
# Do you remember ##
Oh, baby.
Ok?
I can't...
Is this ok?
Invites, guys, invites.
Invites and I.D. S, guys,
invites and I.D.s.
I.D. S, fellas.
Invites and I.D. S, fellas.
Welcome to the Yankees.
All right, go on in, young man.
Welcome to the Meet the Yankees Breakfast.
Have a seat, fellas.
The Yankees will be here soon.
Hey, yo, Frank.
Yo, David.
How you guys doing?
Yo, bro. Where the Yankees at?
They're coming.
You a Yankee?
You don't recognize me?
Shortstop?
Used to be.
What?
Sure...
holy cow!
I thought so.
You're the Scooter!
Yo, Efram, this dude is Phil Rizzuto.
Do that again.
Holy cow!
Phil, how come you pouring us juice?
How we get to the game?
We got you covered.
Yanks up in here?
Oh, yeah.
Right. I'm sitting down.
Yo, Scooter.
Scooter!
Scooter.
Hey, hey, I'm good.
Get some food. Go ahead.
Ok, fellas.
I got good news, and I got bad news.
Which you want first?
Good news, good news!
Fuck that. Give up the bad news, homeboy.
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Bad news wins.
Uh, the Yanks can't make it here, guys.
You can't go to the stadium.
We got 45 outstanding warrants...
eating our pancakes here.
On behalf of the New York Yankees...
and the New York City...
career criminals investigation unit,
you are all under arrest.
Sorry, guys. We got you.
What's the good news?
Good news is coming around.
Yo! Yo!
Excuse me.
I'd like to propose a toast.
Hold it.
To Detective Frank Keller,
on today, his 20th anniversary on the job.
- Sit down! - Boo!
I can't believe you're not retiring.
I get 20 years, I'm history.
Take half my pay...
Open a motel, a bar, a polygraph school...
I'm going to be 46 years old,
sticking my pencil in dead skulls looking for bullets?
Nothing wrong with motels.
I'll come visit you.
Yeah, sure.
Anyway, congratulations.
Hey, am I too late?
Got an invitation?
Yeah.
Who's this?
That's my son.
Ernest Lee, the invitation's for you only.
I can hardly meet Dave Winfield...
without taking my boy.
You got I.D., Ernest?
Yeah.
Grand theft auto...
two counts.
We're all booked up, Ernest.
Hey, I got an invite.
I said we're all booked up.
Thanks, man.
Catch you later.
Gruber.
Frank Keller.
How you doing?
I wake you?
Could I... Could I speak with my wife, please?
Yeah, my ex-wife.
Denise. How you doing?
I wake you?
Oh, I'm sorry. Listen...
I got to talk to you.
I think...
I got appendicitis.
[Click]
Hello?
# Do you remember #
# When we met #
# That's the day #
# I knew you were my pet #
# I want to tell you #
# How much I love you #
[Record Begins Again]
# Come with me #
# My love #
Mr. Mackey!
# To the sea #
# The sea of love #
# I want to tell you #
# How much I love you #
# Do you remember ##
Mr. Mackey?
Thank you, Chief.
Where's it at?
18F.
Anybody talk to you?
No one of weight.
No one of weight? You ever on the job?
Me?
I'm just a square badge.
I was in Korea.
Yeah? I thought you were on the job.
Listen, we'll talk later, ok?
I'm of weight.
"You ever on the job?"
Oh, shit.
It's called making people feel good...
so they'll cooperate with you.
You should try it sometime.
I'm sorry about that phone thing last night.
I'm having a mid-life crisis.
I don't want you calling at 3 A.M.
Call Denise at decent hours.
Decent hours? What's that?
9 A.M. To what...
Dinnertime? 8 P.M.?
I can't believe those guys.
You never saw Joe Louis.
In the bedroom.
Louis? Where did you see him?
Way before you were born.
Joe Louis.
They called him the Brown Bomber.
He was gorgeous.
You want to take the lady outside?
Getting a little crowded in here.
Your prints, too, Chief.
So, what's this guy's name?
James...
Mackey.
Mack the Knife.
You know...
when she was married to me,
I was never going to die.
We fight, we split,
she goes to you.
So it goes. Life is forever, right?
What do I care?
I passed my 20 yesterday.
Everybody says retire,
so...
I feel mortal all of a sudden.
Know what I mean?
I say he's dead 48 hours.
No.
Look at the lividity.
It's more like 36.
Smells like 48.
Smells like 36.
I was just trying to get some attention.
You know?
I apologize.
It was just...
we're in the same squad...
six years.
Huh?
We don't so much as have a beer together.
How the hell do you take my wife away?
Hey...
I didn't take nobody nowhere.
You understand?
You didn't treat her right. She walked.
I didn't treat her right?
She walked.
You want to kick somebody's ass about it,
you kick your own.
Fuckface.
I'll check everybody out,
but truthfully,
it boils down to grabbing the strange trim...
he got hooked up with.
This guy's a swordsman extraordinaire.
Could be a lady gets pissed off...
because they're in bed,
he's...
Starts moaning Mary instead of Gladys.
Hell hath no fury and all that.
How do you know the trim is strange?
Maybe it's a steady.
Strange. Know how I know?
Records... 45s.
Nobody whips out old 45s...
except on first or second dates.
Getting to know you, so what do you do?
Take out old records,
show the broad you kept them,
meaning you're a sentimental individual.
Who does that with somebody they know?
Once you know them, who gives a shit?
How you doing, Chief?
Hey...
working hard or hardly working?
Little of both. How you doing?
Ok.
Was anybody else here?
Maybe the mailman in the afternoon.
I don't remember.
There's a cable TV repairman.
What's that, Cabletime?
But he was down in the basement.
Pretty much what I told you yesterday.
What about ladies?
See any young ladies?
See any of them?
You told me there was a sex parade.
If I'm looking to see somebody in particular,
I'll see them.
But if I'm hailing a cab...
or in the package room...
Ok. We'll talk again.
So the emcee says to the first husband,
"Where did your wife say...
"was the most exotic place you ever made love?"
So this guy's thinking, right?
He's got a brain like a frigging pea,
but he's thinking.
Finally he says, "In the butt. "
You get it?
Hey, anybody do any work...
over at 365 West End Avenue Monday?
I did.
See anybody there not looking right?
You know... freaked out, scared?
Running like lost?
I saw some ladies in the laundry room.
Why? What happened?
There was a shooting.
If you remember, want to give me a call?
Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
# Mmm #
# Come with me #
# My love #
# To the sea ##
It's so good.
It feels so good.
Please...
please, don't!
Excuse me.
Hey! A toast.
Excuse me.
For our host. 10 promotions, overdue.
Meet your detectives.
Tommy Squibb, detective third grade.
Felix King, detective third grade.
Joe Pines, detective third grade.
[Whistles]
Hey, fellas!
Come on, I'm giving a toast here.
Tommy Squibb, detective third grade.
All right, George.
Where do you learn that?
That's like watching a movie.
Yeah, well, it keeps me fit.
I get in a beef with a guy,
I hit him fast, I'm out of there.
I don't like getting hurt.
God gave fat guys guns to handle that.
Frank Keller?
Sherman Touhey from the 112.
Forest Hills?
I heard you caught a good one...
Taxpayer, back of the head?
Me, too, on Yellowstone Boulevard.
No shit?
The bullet's no use...
Pancaked on the bed frame.
We got cigarette butts with lipstick on them.
We didn't get any butts.
Any prints?
Yeah, nothing showed up on the files, though.
Let's compare tomorrow.
Uh, Dewars, double Dewars on the rocks.
Budweiser.
You know something? You talk lipstick,
I think my guy got done by a broad.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
We're talking four-star ladies here.
Hey, you play, you pay. Am I right?
My wedding night, I wake up,
My wife's got the tattoo needle, the eyeshades.
I got "property of" on my balls.
Only kidding, but catch my drift?
This guy, I found letters from singles magazines...
he placed an ad in.
He didn't open any envelopes.
You find any records there?
What do you mean, like files?
Records, like old records, 45s.
One was playing on the turntable.
Sea of Love.
Remember that one?
Sea of Love. Jesus.
# Come with me, my love #
# To the sea #
# The sea of love #
# I #
# Wanna tell you #
# How much #
# I love you #
Yeah.
# Do you remember #
# When we met #
# That's the day #
# I knew you were my pet #
# I wanna tell you #
# How much #
# I love you #
# Do do do do Do do do do #
Something's got to come off.
That's it?
You got to take something off.
# Come... #
Yeah!
All right!
Come on, take it off!
I just met this guy.
Actually, I admire this woman,
whoever she is,
for her directness.
I mean, the guy fucks around on her,
falls asleep... whatever...
Bingo!
Pop him in the head, it's over.
Other women, like my ex-wife Denise, for example,
you step out of line a little,
she'd like to stick it here, stick it there,
let you walk around bleeding.
This one, bingo! No muss, no fuss.
Evelyn Woods School of Speed Revenge.
No walking wounded.
Oh...
fuckin' women!
Hey, Grube,
let me ask you something.
Your wife, does she stick it to you?
So what are you trying to say to me?
You're a happily married man.
Maybe Gruber's too busy sticking it into her...
to notice when she's sticking it into him.
Guys, break it up! Break it up!
Are you ok?
He's crazy. Let's go.
Let's go, let's go.
Fuck it.
[Doorbell Buzzes]
[Buzz]
"Silver moons,
"a lifetime of Junes,
old rock tunes. "
Who the hell are you?
Oh, wait a minute.
Uh...
what's my name?
This isn't funny.
What's my name?
Jim Mackey.
So you answered his ad...
in New York Weekly, huh?
Uh-huh.
I don't know why I'm crying.
I never even got to meet him.
It's just so sad, somebody dying.
So you wrote him, or you called him?
I wrote him,
and then he called me.
Fate sucks, I swear.
Hey, Gina, maybe you'd feel better...
if you took those balloons off.
They're the only things keeping me up.
Frank.
The lieutenant said I could read the jacket on your case.
Guess what? The prints match.
The same doer. Ain't that grand?
Well, I got one for you, my man.
Your guy put an ad in a singles magazine?
New York Weekly.
Bingo to that.
My guy's in there, too.
"Silver balloons, endless Junes,
"old rock tunes,
"let me put it in your moon.
Wire paladin. " Something like that.
Want to hear my guy?
"City streets beneath my feet,
"4 A.M., the longest hour,
"the hunt goes on till the break of dawn...
for love, the rarest flower. "
This lady, she's in the crosshairs.
Poetry lover.
More like she hates it.
Listen, I had my lieu talk to your lieu,
and we're a two-man task force.
What do you think?
Queens or here?
You fucking kidding me?
I'd kill to work in Manhattan.
You want to work in Queens?
Let me introduce you around.
I'll catch them tomorrow.
I got a tuxedo fitting in an hour.
Got a lounge act?
My daughter's getting married Sunday.
Hey, you like weddings?
# You are headed down the street #
# Well, I hate the way I look #
# Ain't no sound but the sound of speed #
# Machines are made to go #
# Are you ready #
# Are you ready for this #
# Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat #
# Out of the door when the bullets fly #
# To the sound of the beat #
# Another one bites the dust #
# And another one's gone and another one's gone #
# And another one bites the dust #
# Hey, I'm gonna get you, too #
# Another one bites the dust #
# Yeah #
# Another one bites the dust #
# Another one bites the dust ##
[Sea of Love Plays]
Whoo!
Want to dance with a couple bridesmaids?
Ok. Here's how we catch her.
We put in our own ad.
Say what?
New York Weekly magazine.
We put an ad in.
100 guys place ads in there a month.
They get 30-50 responses each.
That's 4,000-5,000 women.
Do we go out with 5,000 women?
Hell, no.
She's into rhyming ads,
so we put one in...
Moon, June, spoon, sand dune.
We set up dates with 40-50 of them.
We take them out...
some restaurant, some bar...
get prints on a wineglass...
Bingo! She's dropped.
That's horseshit, but I love it.
How many guys placed ads last month that rhymed?
Three.
She went out with two of them.
Oh, shit!
We haven't chased down that third guy.
Raymond Brown. 8130 Austin Avenue.
I tracked him through his postbox.
You a fucking cop?
Sometimes.
Gruber.
I'll catch up with you.
How you doing?
This 20-year thing, it's kicking my ass.
I'm sorry.
"Raymond Brown, Downtown Brown. "
Here we go.
"Loneliness and silence...
"envelop a heart that pounds like thunder.
"All the love I have inside...
is ripping me asunder. "
Ha ha!
"The city is a jungle of pain,
but my love is from the soul. "
So be so kind as to answer this ad,
and you can ride on my pole.
Give the guy a break.
This is a major lonleyhearts here.
Major.
Good afternoon.
I'm Detective Frank Keller.
This is Detective Sherman Touhey.
Does Raymond Brown live here?
Daddy!
They're cops.
What's up, fellas?
What's the matter?
Daddy, are you ok?
I want to tell you something.
I love my family.
Raymond, no kidding, we don't give a shit.
We need names of your dates...
and their letters.
No letters.
Raymond, there's some psycho woman killing guys.
I swear I didn't go out with them.
I threw the letters away.
Raymond, you take the time...
to make up this beautiful poem...
about loneliness and silence.
You spring $300...
to put the ad in the magazine.
You spring another, say, 5 yards a month...
for some love nest in the village,
50 bucks for the post office box.
You're telling us...
you never went out with them?
Raymond, please.
The worst part of being a cop...
is all you hear from people are lies.
"I didn't do it. I wasn't there.
It's somebody else. "
Blah this. Blah that.
I swear on the eyes of my children.
30 sit-downs, 30 sets of prints,
Miss Wrong, we got her.
Upstairs gives us 300 for the magazine ad,
we spring for a few vinos,
maybe a chef's salad,
bag the wine glasses, it's over.
What? Come on.
"What? Come on"?
Suppose I get my own money, buy the ad myself,
we drop her, you pay me back like it's a bet?
Suppose I set you up with my sister-in-law?
She got great tits.
Divorced, no kids, no cats.
The lieu's sister-in-law... she sounds great.
I swear on the eyes of my children.
We should've tailed him.
We fucked up.
He fucked up.
Don't leave the restaurant.
Don't lay a hand on them.
Don't have intercourse with them.
It's over. I'm not doing it.
You converse, you get prints, and you split.
You wear a wire.
We'll have a sound van outside.
Two-man backup at another table.
Keep the restaurant receipts.
I don't want to read about this.
What's with the backup and wire?
What's she going to do... confess, shoot me?
We're in a restaurant.
To make me happy.
Now, who's writing the ad?
Who's the poet?
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I got one yea-long,
and it's all for you.
I got one yea-long!
Check it out.
I got one, I got one, I got one!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Check this one out.
Windswept hallways in my heart...
echo the blackness of eternity.
Get out!
Edgar Allan Poe, this guy.
I'll be sitting across from Morticia Addams.
Thing.
Gomez!
No, she's a shooter, right?
So, how about something like, um...
Uh... many a girl has shot me down.
I've been shot before...
Shot me down...
Hot to trot, give Frank a shot.
I live alone...
within myself,
like a hut within the woods.
I keep my heart high upon the shelf,
barren of other goods.
I need another's arms to reach for it...
and place it where it belongs.
I need another's touch...
and smile...
to fill my hut with songs.
Not bad, huh?
It's a little corny, but it's good.
Better than what we got.
Just make that up, Mr. K?
Frank's mother wrote that.
In high school.
1934.
She was a goddamn beautiful person.
Go ahead. Use it.
She'd have liked that.
- Good poem. - Say it again.
You guys are fucking slobs.
And you're GQ.
Later, Frank.
Oh, God.
Pop.
Come on.
You stay here with me tonight.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
Come.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
That's it, that's it.
Where are you taking me?
Am I walking?
I'm walking, I am.
That's good.
Yeah.
You got the wrong guy.
Shut up.
Wrong guy.
Sorry, Frank.
Ok, kid, smell a shooter in there?
Ahh.
I don't know, Gloria.
I just got this... this hopeful feeling...
when I read your letter.
It's just...
I can't explain it.
I'm a printer.
Yeah.
My own business.
Amanda.
My mother's name was Amanda.
Ok.
Miranda.
You're a what?
That's what?
You like guys and girls...
or girls?
Oh, that's cool. That's cool.
Me?
Yeah, well, sometimes, you know,
but, uh, mainly girls.
Women, you know.
Uh-huh. Well...
how's around, uh...
you a night owl?
Solid.
Let's get crazy then.
Not that I haven't done this before.
Shove this in here.
I like doing this.
Is he on, Bill?
Yup.
Ok, man.
I look natural.
You look good.
Can I help you?
Good evening, sir.
Good evening.
Chair this evening?
Yes, thank you.
Cocktail this evening?
Yeah.
What kind, sir?
Bourbon and water.
Bourbon and water it is, sir.
Come back, now.
# Do you remember #
# When we met #
# That's the day #
# I knew you were my pet ##
Can I get a little hi-de-hi here?
If I look half as good as you at your age,
you got nothing to worry about.
You look great.
You're very sweet.
It's just that I should've said on the phone...
the age I am.
You look better than 3/4 of the girls I know...
that are half your age.
Did that come out right?
Yes, yes, thank you.
I'll buy that.
I'll quit while I'm ahead.
So, uh...
the lady would like another white wine?
Yes, please.
And I'm fine here.
Well...
what do we do now?
Well, I tell you...
I got to pick up my son in half an hour,
and the timing's terrible.
Should we have dinner sometime?
Oh, sure. We'll call.
We?
We? I said we?
Yes.
That's me.
All day on the phone, it's "We this, we that,"
meaning my company, you know.
I'll call.
Check, please.
I'll call you.
Me.
No, you won't.
Oh, well.
I don't know.
I get this very weird feeling...
you're not who you say are you.
There's something not right about this.
Oh?
What do you mean? Like what?
You got cop's eyes.
Cop's eyes.
You look at me, I feel like I did something.
Like what?
My ex-husband was a cop.
You're a printer?
If you're a printer, I got a dick.
Well.
I didn't doubt it for a minute, baby.
Think you could go for a babe with a dick?
Depends on her personality, really.
So, you're divorced, right?
I said that.
You got kids?
Kid... one kid.
A boy?
No. A girl.
You got a girl, right?
You know, it's interesting...
Your coming from York, Pennsylvania,
because in a way...
you went from York to New York.
You like the park, and I like the beach.
You're a printer, I manage a shoe store.
And I don't believe in wasting time on this stuff.
You know what you know,
and you go with it.
You go with what?
You're just not my type.
Oh, well.
I mean, you just sat down.
Give it a little bit of time.
I believe in animal attraction.
I believe in love at first sight.
I believe in this.
I don't feel it with you.
I'm hell on wheels once you know me.
How are you folks doing here?
Is that wine ok, miss?
You haven't even touched your glass.
Have a little sip.
You know, warm up.
Let's raise a glass here.
Come on, here.
Let's have a happy hunting toast.
It's nothing personal.
Where are you going?
Come on.
Kiss my tiara, bitch.
Look at that.
I didn't get prints.
How many more of these we got?
Ok. That's two more.
Two more.
Ah, no.
Oh, mercy, mercy, mercy.
How are you doing, Frank?
Ok.
Anything on the prints?
Nothing yet.
How's your head?
It couldn't be worse.
Hey, how are you doing?
Terry. Cabletone.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. What's up?
I told your partner...
there was a kid there that day.
A black kid.
I think he was from the supermarket...
'cause I saw him with groceries earlier on.
Anyhow, I'm working down in the basement.
About 20 minutes later,
he tears through there like a bat out of hell.
No groceries.
I mean, why is he going out through the basement?
There's a lobby, right?
Anyhow,
the kid has those, um...
those black militant corn holes...
I mean, corn rows in his hair.
He looks like a real shitbag, if you ask me.
How are you doing, Chief?
One of your kids got corn rows?
You know, Afro hairdo?
Stevie Wonder hair.
Wonder hair?
Reggie, he means Quawi.
Where's he?
I fired his ass Monday.
How come?
On a delivery, he doesn't like the tip,
he screams at the customer.
You got his address?
Maybe.
What did he do, kill somebody?
Quawi...
Quawi Benjamin.
"Spooney. " Call him that, he goes crazy.
I got nothing here.
He only worked like a week or so.
If he comes in or you see him, call us.
Sure.
[Humming]
Hell on wheels, huh?
How quickly we forget.
No. I don't forget you.
You're the "animal attraction," right?
"Love at first sight. "
What, do you live around here?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah?
88th Street.
Oh, yeah? I live on 85th.
You know that poem you wrote,
you didn't write it.
I read that poem...
and figured this is either a very sensitive guy...
or he ripped off some lady's poem...
or some girl's poem.
You didn't write it, right?
Nope.
Some lady did, right?
My mother wrote it...
some 50-odd years ago.
That's why my father fell in love with her.
Something like that.
Is that true?
So he says.
Hmm...
I like that.
I like that, uh...
that you did that.
You want to hear my idea of poetry?
Precision in life.
Knowing when and how to make your move.
Say your piece,
like you the other night with me.
Oh, that was...
poetry in motion.
Beautiful.
Look at me.
What?
You still want to go have that happy hunting toast?
What happened to, uh, the animal attraction?
What are you, fucking nuts?
What if she's the doer?
We won't get the prints back till tomorrow.
Wait till then.
Hey, come on, the doer's down south.
Spooney, Quawi, what's his name.
Listen, listen.
This... This one walked.
You remember her?
You with that bitch...
who wouldn't even drink with you?
Yeah. It's good in a way.
I'll get her prints.
By sending your dick to the lab?
That'll be some great testimony...
"You see, Your Honor,
"first, I whipped it out,
then she whipped it out. "
You catch my drift?
How do you know it's this Quawi kid?
You know it's a broad.
She's a friggin' suspect. Walk away.
Frankie?
Just walk away.
Nothing to it, Chief.
That's it. I'm walking. Ok?
See you tomorrow.
No. Just a girlfriend.
Yeah.
All right.
Ok. Thanks a lot.
I'll talk to you later.
Something came up, you know.
Isn't that crazy?
Boy.
What's your name again?
Helen.
You know why I got married?
I was 37. I wasn't married.
So I got married.
I can top that.
You know why I got married?
Some guy says, "I love you. "
I knew him a week.
Playing hard to get?
We didn't last very long.
Me, neither.
The wedding lasted longer than the marriage.
But we still...
We're still friends.
Sort of.
You?
Friends?
No.
I found out I was pregnant, I walked.
You walked?
What do you mean?
The guy didn't know about the kid?
No. He's out of the picture.
You know, sometimes when I think about...
the people I got involved with,
the choices I made,
it's pretty amazing.
But I found something out.
There are very few mistakes that can't be corrected...
if you got the guts.
If you got the guts.
Last call.
What are they, bombing us?
Oh, hell.
You know, when it gets late...
sometimes...
I feel like a... big cat...
in a small cage.
Oh, yeah?
You know...
I have done some desperate, foolish things...
come 3:00 in the morning.
You mean like being here with me?
Where's your bathroom?
Huh?
Where's your bathroom?
Over there.
Where's my bag?
Get in bed.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, good Christ.
Holy fuck.
What the fuck?
Oh, shit.
Holy fuck.
Oh, my God.
Holy fuck.
Oh, I can't believe it.
I can't believe it.
Oh, fuck.
Jesus Christ.
Oh! Oh, my God!
Where did you put it?
Oh, no!
No!
What are you doing?
Open the door!
Open this fucking door!
Open this door!
What is it?
This ain't real.
Open this fucking door!
It's a starter's pistol. I saw...
You goddamn son of a bitch!
Easy, easy.
Don't you ever fucking put your hands on me!
I got scared.
What are you doing with a starter's pistol?
None of your business!
Get off of me.
Listen.
Listen to me!
I saw the gun sticking out of the purse.
I freaked, ok?
It was a reflex.
Feel my heart.
Go ahead.
It's like a drum.
Feel it?
I'll tell you some stories about scared sometime.
You don't know.
This city...
what it does to people.
I can't apologize enough...
for...
I don't know.
I got this survival rush.
You start to...
You start to think with your hands,
not your...
Like an animal.
I just...
Did I hurt you?
No.
What?
What are you looking for?
What are you doing?
What are you looking for?
Huh? Huh?
What are you looking for, huh?
What are you looking for?
Oh.
Huh?
Ah, Jesus.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, Jesus.
What are you looking for?
It was too late to call you back.
Yeah, just a friend.
Ok, I'll be home...
I'll be home when I get home.
Damn.
You're killing me.
Is that the sun?
Are we still alive?
I thought you were an insomniac.