Please be reminded that this creature's material evidence...
in a criminal case...
and, as such, is due all rights and privileges of a ward of the court.
Uh, said rights and privileges, however, do not include...
happy hour guest appearances at Madigan's Bar and Grill...
Midnight forays to Mike's Submarines...
nor unauthorized overnights...
at the homes of certain unnamed officers.
Glad to see you're datin' again, Mick.
Oh, yeah, sure. Yeah.
All right. Come on. Eyes front. We're almost through.
Item 15. Regarding arms and munitions missing...
from the National Guard Armory in Newark...
that was hit two weekends ago-
As you're all probably aware by now, said weaponry was located last week...
by several of our people in a warehouse off Niagra Street.
Though we haven't, as yet, established any solid links...
the present investigation is proceeding on the, uh, premise of gang activity.
More specifically, that of JesseJohn Hudson and the Black Arrow.
Now, with this in mind, people, let's keep our antenna tuned, shall we?
All right.
The last item brings us...
to the annual precincts' small-arms qualifications...
at the Westside Academy Firing Range tomorrow.
Ladies and gentlemen...
without recapitulating last year's embarrassingly substandard performance...
I think you're all aware...
that a 57.4 overall accuracy percentage...
- does not a crack team make. - See that? Forget it.
Now, believe me, it's gonna take a sight better effort than that...
to wrest the Kubiak Memorial Trophy away from that gloating bunch at Midtown...
and back to its rightful home upstairs!
So let's be prepared for this one.
And that means a good eight hours' sleep tonight...
and, uh, a little uncommon temperance...
in the beer and, uh, gender department.
All right. That's it. Let's roll.
Oh, wait a second! We're not through here just yet!
Uh, "uncognizant" as I am...
of who among you is responsible...
nevertheless, in deference to our more female coworkers...
I'd like to express my profound dismay...
- at the peephole discovered earlier this morning...
Channeled from the men's lavatory into the ladies' powder room.
No. No!
Now, aside from the obvious vandalistic overtones...
- I find this sort of behavior deviant in the extreme. - Thank you.
All right. That's it. Let's roll.
And hey, hey! Let's be careful out there.
These idiots.
I was adjusting my damn bra.
What would you do if you were in your little jockstrap...
and there's some weirdo looking at you through a hole in the wall-
Wait. What makes you so sure that the hole was drilled in the ladies' direction?
Man, I've been practicing on tin cans on a country fence, Lee Van Cleef style.
Draw!
- Trust me, this year is gonna be different. - That's right.
Because this year you're gonna lose someone else's money.
Stay with me, oh, my brother.
Uh, Joe?
You think I might be able to interest you in a small wager...
on the qualifications in shooting tomorrow?
Oh, I don't know. What'd you have in mind?
Maybe a small tag team shootin' match between partners.
Me and Bobby here against you and Lucille. Dollar a point.
- Dollar a point? I'm al- - Dollar a point!
Best lead per volley, double for bull's-eyes...
maybe a five-dollar Nassau with an option to press in the second half.
Bates, Coffey! I got a neighborly squabble for you on East Ferry.
Yeah, right there, Sarge. Uh, you're on.
Joe, uh, I think we gotta think about this.
- Money in the bank, Luce. - I gotta talk to you.
- Yeah! Your money! My bank! - Hey, watch it.
Hill Street. Officer Hanks speaking.
- Judas Priest! Hah!
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street.
I don't know.
You can do a little girl-watching per se, but, uh...
you would have to be seriously whacked to go to all this trouble.
Frank, it's just indicative of the goldarn cancer of permissiveness...
that you have allowed to take root up here.
Morning, Howard. What's indicative?
Oh, Judas Priest, man. Open your eyes.
This precinct is virtually a petri dish of laxity and insubordination...
not to mention chronic irreverence...
for the art of small-arms marksmanship.
Howard, the men make bets every year on range qualifications.
Oh, wow.
So, how'd your evening go with Grace Gardner?
Just fine. Wonderful, in fact.
Couldn't have gone better.
- Why? What did you hear? - Nothing, Howard.
But you're looking a little ragged around the edges this morning.
Could I be totally frank...
with you, Frank?
Of course, Howard.
The woman's deranged.
Frank, you know me.
I am not a rookie when it comes to night maneuvers.
I mean, libidinally speaking...
I have been known to snap a few wet towels in my time.
But this Gardner woman-
I mean, she is a case for the manuals.
Frank...
she heats up her body lotion...
in her microwave.
I mean, Judas Priest!
How is any right-thinking male supposed to keep his powder dry...
under that kind of ungodly erotogenic pressure?
Howard, if you're trying to tell me you experienced a little...
momentary equipment failure-
I don't care what you've heard, Frank.
My equipment is as good as any man's, and I don't wish to discuss this any further.
Please, Mrs. Santilia, just try and stay calm.
Two of our officers should be there any minute.
Bates, Coffey, I thought you were on that call to East Ferry.
We were, Sarge, until we found these shrimps ripping off our radio.
Yeah, in the parking lot in broad daylight.
My, my. Aren't we ambitious early in the morning?
In your nose, Grandpa! Your mama swims after troop ships!
- Watch it! - All right. Put 'em in holding for the time being.
- Come on, all three of you! - Radio Hill and Renko-
Those kids are members of the Dragon, Frank.
Former members, it appears.
You really think they've thrown in with the Black Arrow?
I think they'd like to, Ray, and if they're any indication of what's going on out there...
I'd say we have some serious trouble coming our way.
Frank?
I have wasted nearly the entire damn morning going through those warehouse files.
Yeah, I know, Henry.
It was a good try, but I figured that warrant would turn out to be a bust.
Fake waybills, phony addresses and names, yes?
How can someone stash over half a ton of hot armory and hardware...
without leaving some kind of trail?
We didn't expect Hudson to make things easy for us.
So what now?
Just so your morning won't be a complete washout...
uh, what say we drop some citations on that warehouse for creative bookkeeping?
- Oh, and see if you can raise Belker for me, would you? - Yeah.
Two hours a day I spend in my garden...
weeding, pruning, watering.
But what do they care?
They play their radios and collect their welfare checks.
And they don't care about nothing!
You are uncivilized!
- You have no culture! - Calm down.
If he doesn't hand it over, I'm gonna go up there and get it myself.
- He's the one that's always on my property! - Mr. Popovich, please.
- Mr. Popovich, calm down. - How am I supposed to do my job if you all don't shut up?
Mr. Popovich, please, just calm down.
- You're gonna cause a ri- Mr. Popovich, calm down. - Thirty-five years I live here.
I won't be chased out by these animals!
I don't care if you're a man or a woman! Shut up!
- Yo, Bobby. - We are not animals.
I hate to start off a shift with these nickel-and-dime beefs.
You think I like it, Renko?
Look, the old guy claims that the kid stomped half his marigolds chasing the ball.
Ah, heavens. Marigolds and soccer balls. Ain't that terrible?
You wonder why I'm so hot to get into plainclothes?
Will you be quiet? Thank you very much!
We oughta negotiate some kind of unilateral agreement and get the hell out of here.
Wait a minute. The old guy's gonna need some kind of token damages-
I think I can squeeze a fin out of the San Juan contingent.
How do you, uh, say "five dollars"?
- Cinco dólares. - Cinco dólares.
- Okay, Mr. Popovich, it's gonna be settled. - Cinqo dólares Americano.
- Nice negotiations. - Y'all keep a leash on this ball, boy.
Get out now. Go home. Go home.
Go wherever it is you live. Don't hang around, bother this old man anymore.
You know, he's got an awful lot of anger stored up in him.
Well, can you blame him?
How would you feel if your home turf was being invaded by ill-mannered foreigners?
I wouldn't know, cowboy.
Hudson's called an emergency meet of the Weapons Committee for 3:00.
Look, I wanna go in there with a wire, man.
Forget it, Virgil. Let's just wait and see what the warehouse bust gives us.
Nothin'. That's what it's gonna give us.
Look, I've been under on this operation for nearly nine months.
We don't move now, it's gonna be too late.
Just tell Furillo. Tell him I want a wire. All right?
- Hit me. - What?
Don't turn around. Just hit me, damn it. Hit me now!
Hey, what's happening, Virgil?
Hey, Clay, uh, just cleanin' up the neighborhood, man.
- That right? - Yeah. Stinkin' wino tried to hit me for my lunch money.
What? Say.
Look here, boy.
This here's Black Arrow territory, owned and operated.
No riffraff allowed.
Especially white riffraff.
Come on. Let's head up out of here.
Come on.
- You okay? - Yeah.
I just got this from Division, Mick.
Three positive I.D.'s off those prints Virgil got from Hudson's inner circle.
- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.
One of them's an ex-Green Beret named Jenkins who's wanted for manslaughter in Oakland.
The other two, Tabbs and Ferris, did some time in Michigan.
- You figure we can, uh, bust Hudson on a parole beef? - Uh-huh.
Consorting with known felons.
We stand an excellent chance if we can get Virgil into that meeting with a wire.
Captain, these Black Arrow guys play for keeps. They waste people.
I'm aware of that, Mick.
So is Virgil, or he wouldn't want them so badly.
Captain, Virgil is such a gung-ho type.
Why can't we wait till something sure comes along?
Okay. I'll have him wired up this afternoon.
I just wanted you to know that I don't feel good about the whole thing.
I know you don't, Mick. Neither do I.
- Phillip. - Howard.
It seems I've drained the last of the java.
I trust there's no hard feelings, Phil.
Of course not, Howard. I'll just, uh, brew a fresh pot.
I was referring to our situation vis-ą-vis the Gardner woman.
Rest easy, Howard.
Our estrangement is quite unconditional.
Orthopedically speaking, it couldn't have come too soon.
Yeah. After last night's soiree, I couldn't concur with you more.
Why? What happened last night?
Nothing, Phil. Absolutely nothing.
Congratulations, Howard.
In view of the woman's insatiable needs...
that must qualify as an all-time first.
Doggone it, Phil.
I have proven myself a first-rate nimrod from Dartmouth to Da Nang...
and I'll be damned if I'll be crucified for one wet squib.
- How've you been, Howard? - Wouldn't you like to know?
- What's eating him? - Well, Fay.
To put it bluntly, Grace Gardner.
Grace Gardner? With Howard Hunter?
Fate makes strange bedfellows of us all.
Only two weeks ago I never imagined I'd be seeing Margaret again.
- Your ex-wife Margaret? - Mm-hmm.
I stopped over to help her install her storm windows and ended up staying for dinner.
After six months on the carnal frontiers with Grace Gardner...
you've no idea what a joy it is to spend the night with a woman-
just sleeping.
That's called "domesticity," Phil.
Oh. Hiya, Mac. What's the good word?
Well, it's four centerline tickets for the Sabre game.
Oh, great! Oh, I'd like you to meet Fay Furillo.
- How do you do, Fay? - Hello.
- You're the captain's missus? - Former.
Well, in that case, Fay, do you like contact sports?
Is your friend aware that he's propositioning a woman engaged to be married in 10 days?
No! Well, who's the lucky fellow?
His name is Hal Massey.
He's running for reelection for the school board.
Nice going, Fay. You finally bagged a live one.
- Phil! - Francis must be happy as a clam.
Well, he is. And, in fact, that's why I came by today.
I want to invite you both to the reception.
Oh, thank you. How civilized.
And congratulations.
Thank you, Phil.
Say hi to Margaret for me, okay?
- It was nice meeting you. - The pleasure was totally mine, Fay.
I'm just sorry it didn't happen sooner.
- Bye-bye. - Good-bye.
Oh, Phil!
And so the women come and go, speaking of Michelangelo.
Chin up, MacAllister.
Amour-wise, it's a wide and woolly world out there.
- Can I see you for a minute, Captain? - Sure. Come on in.
I was wondering if you knew what was going on in this Downey case.
They make a deal with the D.A. Or what?
Not to my knowledge.
You know, it's a hell of a thing, Frank.
You nail some drugged-out, two-buck mattress buster...
and all of a sudden they got you under a microscope.
What can I tell you, Ben?
You know, my wife's a great gal. You'd love her, Frank.
I've been on the vice squad for almost five years now...
and, you know, she hasn't squawked once.
But even she's getting edgy.
- It's like having a sword over your head or something. - I know.
But the department has to investigate all charges against its officers.
- You know that too. - Yeah, I guess.
So just go about your business...
and I'll keep you apprised of what happens, okay?
Thanks, Frank. I mean it.
How are you, Joyce?
Fine. Yourself?
Sitting on a rainbow.
That's good.
What can I do for you?
I've just come back from the D.A.'s office about Susan Downey.
- Mm-hmm. - They're looking to plea-bargain.
Assistant D.A. Ramsey, I believe it was...
said they'd reduce charges if we wouldn't press our Ben Lambert complaint.
I couldn't figure out why they'd give a damn about Ben Lambert at this stage of the game...
unless you talked to them.
I reviewed the case with them, yes.
Well, I told your Mr. Ramsey no deal. We fight all the way.
You have to do what you think is right, counselor.
Frank, I need an objective viewpoint...
an opinion I value.
Come on. I'll buy you a hot dog.
Dispatch, we got a replay on that neighbor squabble on East Ferry.
What say let's send Hill and Renko out to domesticate the situation once and for all?
Tell me about Lambert. What's he like?
Good cop. Not exceptional, but good. Solid.
- He's a family man. Clean record. - That's it?
Those are a lot better credentials than Susan Downey's.
You know, job description of topless waitress...
does not exactly generate a lot of character references.
Frank, I really ran the number on her.
Women's rights. The importance of assertion.
Her rights and responsibilities as an individual.
The entire party line.
She just sat there, blown away by the big-shot lawyer...
and all but delivered herself into my hands.
- So what's your problem?
Am I being so stiff-necked about my ideals...
that I'm harming my client?
I wouldn't call you stiff-necked, counselor. As I recall, your neck's-
Sorry. That wasn't exactly proper.
If she's telling the truth and we take the deal...
then Lambert gets swept under the carpet without even a reprimand...
and Susan Downey becomes just another victim flushed down the system's toilet.
Exactly right.
But if you don't take the plea and you lose-
Then she's doing time, and I'm kicking myself.
But that's a given in every case.
The point is, Susan Downey should not have to be compromised...
and neither should I.
- What he did to her sickens me. - If he's guilty.
You wanna know something?
Whether you win or lose...
we're never gonna know...
not for sure.
How've you been, Frank? Really.
I've been missing you.
Me too.
Joyce, I didn't dislike what we had.
It just made me want so much more.
There are men in my life who'd kill to have what you had.
I only wish it'd been enough for me. It wasn't.
Thanks for the hot dog, pizza man.
Old man, what are you gonna do with that bat?
Who do you want this time?
Well, I'll take the white man, and you take the third world.
- Get out of my way, pal. Get out of my way. - Back off.
Let us through. Let us through. Let us through.
- Now, I thought we cleaned this mess up. - Stay away from me!
- No problem. - Now, you put that bat down.
Do you have any idea what the penalties are...
for wielding a bat like that at an officer of the law?
Tell them! Tell them! Because they're all just animals!
- Understand? - My son was doing nothing!
And this- this animal came after him calling him filthy names!
Hey, do you expect me to believe that he's the only one doing this? Come on.
M- Mr. Popovich, we have got to talk about this.
All I was doing was playing my tape deck while I was waxing my brother's car.
These people are your neighbors, whether you like it or not.
Look, I know how you feel-
being the last white man in the neighborhood and all.
And if these jokers have committed some kind of a crime-
- Shut up! - There he goes! He's crazy!
Get behind the fence. Behind the fence. Everybody, behind the fence.
Mr. Popovich, will you open up this door?
Now, I'm- I'm a police officer. You're required by law-
Now, you guys, every time you always say-
Behind the gate. Son, that's you too. Behind the gate.
Gun, Renko!
He's in the house with a shotgun, Frank.
Our guys are okay. We got a wounded kid in the line of fire.
Can't get to him. We don't know ifhe's alive.
There's been no motion from the house...
and the old man hasn't responded to the bullhorn.
Hunter's setting up a field phone now to contact him.
- I got the paramedic. - Can you tell if he's still alive?
- I just got here. - Well, work on it then, will you?
- Henry. - I'm here, Frank.
I got a number here for Popovich.
555-3501.
- Hill? 555-3501. - Right.
This is Hunter at the scene, acknowledging your circuit, Frank.
We've secured the perimeters. Over.
Outstanding, Howard. Henry, you tell me, how do you want to handle this?
As slow and easy as I can, Frank.
Once we establish a line of dialogue, we can go in there and bring the boy out.
Frank, Henry, one word, please.
That boy has to be desanguinating at a horrendous rate.
I repeat, we don't have the time for slow and easy.
Just let my boys lay down a little lead umbrella.
We'll sweep right under, pick that boy up, and presto- home free.
What do you think, Henry?
Evacuation isn't complete. There's still people in the surrounding buildings.
Okay, that's out, Howard.
Henry, all I can say is initiate contact as quickly as possible.
- Will do. - It's ringing, Henry.
But he's not picking up.
Hey, Simmon, get down here!
A waste of time, Henry.
Maybe you're right, Howard.
Maybe just trying to talk to the man is a waste of time.
Hey, now your crosshairs are lining up.
We'll deploy a strike force...
and use the new Cyclops urban warfare grenade launcher.
It'll be zappo, zilch.
Please, Howard. No strike force, not yet.
Joe, will you hand me that bullhorn in the front seat?
- Right, Lieutenant. - How's the boy?
Can't tell. He hasn't moved in five, maybe six minutes.
Mr. Popovich?
My name is Henry Goldblume.
- I'm gonna come out there and get the boy. - Judas.
I won't be armed. I'll come alone.
I'll pick him up and bring him back here. Okay, Mr. Popovich?
If the need arises, Henry...
you won't go down unanswered.
Thanks a million, Howard.
Hey! Get out of here!
Arturo!
You really showed 'em the size of your brass, Henry.
I'm proud of you.
The kid's dead, Howard.
I don't know, Captain.
Virgil was supposed to show up at 2:00 for his wire.
It's now almost 2:20.
You have any reason to smell anything wrong, Mick?
Not really.
Damn it. I didn't like this. I told him we should pull out.
I know you did, Mick.
But for all we know, he went down to his car, and somebody boosted his battery.
- Let me go find him, Captain. - No, no, no. Wait.
Just 10 more minutes. If he doesn't show, then go after him. But be careful.
Keep Ray apprised of your whereabouts.
Do you think Virgil is all right?
He's late.
- That's all. There's nothing more to it, Ray. - All right.
There's one thing you learn in thejoint.
Ain't no such thing as loyalty.
Someone would always sell you out for a price.
So it didn't surprise me when someone told 'em where we put the guns.
The only question is, who?
Was it you, Earl?
No.
I know this man since he was a little boy.
Now, it had to be...
someone who was on the Weapons Committee...
or someone who was told by someone on the Weapons Committee.
Baby, when you lie down with traitors, you are a traitor.
I didn't know, Jesse.
You sure must have pleased this girl a whole lot.
You made her betray the brotherhood.
And when you betray the brotherhood, you pay the price.
I don't know who you are, boy.
Maybe a cop. Maybe a fed.
All I know is I got history with these people.
I ain't got nothing with you.
Afraid to die, Virgil?
Are you holding it together?
Or are your legs getting weak...
and your mouth going dry?
Answer me, boy!
You're gonna do it.
You're gonna do it, do it.
Do it!
Oh, yeah...
I'm gonna do it, Virgil.
You know I'm gonna do it.
Look at me, girl.
You're weak, baby...
and I will not tolerate weakness.
- No, Jesse! - No!
As far as I'm concerned, it's cut-and-dried.
With that boy dead, I suggest that we just saturate that target with tear gas...
and drive him out of there.
Let me try and make contact with him one more time.
Henry, I am not insensitive to your humanitas...
but this is my operation, and I think at this point in time-
Mr. Popovich. Yeah, this is Sergeant Henry Goldblume.
I'm the one who pulled the boy off the street.
Look, Mr. Popovich, I know how you must be feeling right now...
and I thought maybe I'd come over there, maybe talk about the situation.
Stay away from my house if you want to live.
Mr. Popovich, I'm not your enemy.
Let me come over there. We can talk easier there.
- I'm- I'm coming over. - No.
- You can't. - Great. He says he's gonna kill himself.
- I can't give you approval to go in there. - Howard.
Henry, you are dealing with a demented, suicidal psychopath.
He's demonstrated his willingness to kill people without provocation.
- I'll keep that in mind, Howard. - Oh, good.
Mr. Popovich?
- Sit down.
What is your name?
- Henry Goldblume, sir. - Jew, huh?
Well, pour yourself a drink.
Well, Mr. Popovich...
Iooks like we've got a hell of a situation here.
I thought maybe we should talk it through before it gets any more out of hand.
Nothing to talk about.
I'm figuring to kill myself.
You're Catholic, aren't you, Mr. Popovich?
- So? - Suicide's a mortal sin, isn't it?
- You go straight to hell. - Shut up!
I want a sermon, I'll go to mass.
Do you have a family, Mr. Popovich?
Had. Had a family.
When Mary and me were raising up our little ones...
this was a nice neighborhood.
I could send my daughter, Lebushka...
down to the grocery store for milk any time...
day or night.
There was this Polish bakery.
They made fresh bread every day.
You would bring it home still warm from the oven.
Now you go to the supermarket...
you pay $1.80- for what?
A loaf of chemical garbage.
People used to keep up their places.
Now you got the niggers and spics...
and gypsies...
and there is garbage all over...
and no one gives a damn about it anymore.
No one.
I see them going to the bathroom in doorways...
for God's sake.
Nobody gives a damn...
about human life.
Nobody.
You know...
they poisoned my dog.
My dog.
I found him right out front in my garden.
I'm sorry.
Now you tell me, what's the sense?
I work hard all my life...
and I hate it living like this!
It doesn't have to be this way, Mr. Popovich.
They're gonna send me to the gas chamber...
for killing that boy.
You didn't kill him.
He's just wounded.
Now, I'm gonna be straight with you, Mr. Popovich.
- You'll probably have to go to jail for a bit. - No jail.
Look around you.
You're already in jail.
You got three locks on the doors. You got bars on the windows.
You can't even go out after dark. Give yourself up, Mr. Popovich.
I promise you, you'll go to a-a minimum-security prison farm upstate.
You could even have your own garden up there.
Go away now.
Why don't I just sit here?
I said go away!
I'll wait for you out on the porch.
Mr. Popovich...
whichever way it goes...
I enjoyed our talk.
I also have one female in the R& Ptank.
Nothing.
Let's go.
Let's go, Mr. Popovich.
I can't condone your actions, Henry.
Nevertheless, it was a first-rate job.
How'd you pull it off?
I lied through my teeth to him, Howard.
I told you, but you wouldn't listen.
I told you we should have pulled him out of there right after the warehouse bust.
I begged you.
And on the phone, when he didn't show up for his wire, you kept telling me to wait.
Mick, it wouldn't have changed anything.
How do we know that?
He had it all ahead of him, and you threw his life away.
His death is on your head.
They all are, Mick.
Ray, put out a warrant forJesseJohn Hudson's arrest.
Get him for consorting. Get him for anything, but get him.
All right.
Come in!
- Freeze! All right. Get him. Come on! - What the hell's going on here?
- I got a warrant for your arrest. - Hey, you must be joking!
- Jesse. - Check the bedroom.
- Jesse, what's going on out there? Jesse! - Don't move. Hold it.
Just keep your hands in view, and everything'll bejust cool.
All right, baby. Don't worry about a thing. Okay, let's see here.
Hey, wait. That's my purse. Get out of my purse.
Oh, my.
- What are these, honey? - Hey. Please.
They're prescription for migraine.
Then you have a pharmacy label?
Neal, looks like we have illegal narcotic substances here.
I told you never to bring anything in here- not even an aspirin.
I know they're Mickey Mouse charges, but what other choice do I have?
Listen. Listen!
I watched three years of hard-won treaties go right down the toilet...
because your office felt it was politically inadvisable- and I quote-
"to lean on JesseJohn Hudson."
So while you play patty-cake with the mayor-You bet I'm hot!
I've got a dead cop on my hands...
and I had to break the news to his mother that her son was executed...
by a man who is putting down a $200 bond on charges...
about as serious as spitting on the sidewalk.
I pushed violation of parole because I had no other choice.
You know, I don't give a damn about heat from the mayor's office.
You're the chief. You handle it.
A perfectly understandable outburst, Francis.
Nevertheless, discretion-wise...
why don't you let me draft a little note of apology to the chief for you?
We could send it down to Division in the night pouch.
Good idea, Phil. Thanks.
You got it.
Henry, what are you doing here?
I could ask you the same thing.
Well, I don't have a wife and kid to go home to.
Well, it seems that I don't either.
In my office.
About three or four times over the years...
whenever I've been...
particularly moody or uncommunicative...
Rachel's asked me if I've been seeing another woman.
I always say no. She'd always believe me.
She knows I'd never lie to her.
But...
tonight we were at dinner, and, uh-
The fact is, I have been spending time...
with this other woman.
And Rachel suddenly looked me right in the eye and asked me.
I didn't have to say a word.
She knew. It was written all over my face.
Marone.
Do you believe that? 1981, she gives me the boot.
What are you gonna do?
I got a lot of paperwork I thought I'd catch up on...
and then find a motel for the night.
To hell with paperwork, Henry.
Come on. I'll buy you a beer.
You can come home and bunk on my couch for the night.
Sure it's not a bother?
No bother.
Slept on a few couches myself.