Okay, no more crying. Please.
What a night.
Paul?
Do you like my hairdo?
Yes, I do.
Then why don't you touch it?
- I don't want to mess it up.
- You won't.
- You want me to?
- Yeah.
Okay.
That's him. I hear him. No, it's okay.
Thank God he's there. I can go home.
What's the matter?
Nothing. I just...
You know, I really got the feeling
that you kind of liked me.
You're not going to leave, not after
I brought you out of the rain, are you?
All right. I'm going to...
Here's what I'll do. I'll...
go to the bar,
give your boss back his keys.
I'm going to get my keys
and I'll be back, okay?
- Should take all of two minutes.
- Yeah, sure.
Julie, two minutes. Okay?
Well, what happened to you?
Long, difficult story.
Honestly, when you didn't show up
for so long, I figured you did rob me blind.
I had to close up here and check it out.
My neighbor told me he did see you leave.
But he wasn't too sure about you, either.
But here you are.
I tell you, you had me worried.
How about a drink?
You look like you could use one.
You don't happen to have any
powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you?
She won't put out?
It's not for her. It's for me.
I seem to have gotten myself
involved with...
one of your cocktail waitresses.
- Miss Beehive, 1965.
- Yes.
Don't even ask me how.
Take off. What's she going to do,
kill herself?
Terminal.
What's up, Rich?
You know, you're right.
Just give me my keys. I'm gonna go home.
What's the matter?
My girlfriend...
just killed herself a little while ago.
- Took some sleeping pills.
- Jesus Christ.
- Oh, no.
- Yep.
We had an argument. I told her
she had to get out of the apartment...
It's my fault.
God.
Marcy.
I don't know what to say. I just...
What can you say?
After all, it wasn't your fault.
I'm going to...
I'll be right back, okay? Try to stay calm.
- Are you all right?
- Why, yes.
- You said two minutes, though.
- I know.
- I'm sorry.
- Did you miss me?
Like I've never missed anyone in
my whole life, is how much I missed you.
- Really?
- I can't believe how much I missed you.
- I really did miss you.
- That's very sweet.
I'm going to give you a present.
Don't do that.
That's really not necessary at all.
I've only known you an hour.
No. You said that you were going to
come back, and you did.
In these days,
that is something to be commended...
and rewarded.
- Do you know what this is?
- No.
This is a plaster-of-Paris,
bagel-and-cream-cheese paperweight.
I bought it from a local artist,
Kiki Bridges. Did you ever hear of her?
Julie.
I promised I would come back, and I did.
Now, I really do have to go.
I got to sleep. You understand, don't you?
I promise I'm going to see you again.
I will. Okay?
You all right?
Why do you keep asking me that?
What's with you? Are you nuts?
Let's exchange phone numbers.
Want to do that?
- Phone numbers?
- Yeah, come on.
It's a great idea. I'll write it on this.
What's your number?
My number is 5-4433.
Very easy to remember.
5-4433.
That's not enough numbers, but okay.
5-4433.
- Okay.
- No. KL 5-4433.
I'm sorry. Okay.
- Oh, God.
- Wait.
Get that away from me. Jesus!
Oh, really?
You're going to be sorry for this
because I am going to get you.
You're kidding me. Not again.
What is this?
Let's knock off for tonight.
My back's killing me.
Let's look for my statue, man.
It's got to be around here someplace.
It makes me sick. That statue was
the first thing in my life I ever bought.
See what happens when you pay for stuff?
Somebody rips it off. Shit.
It's got to be around here someplace, man.
Let's cruise down Mercer Street.
Tom, it's Paul.
I was afraid to go in because
you don't want to confront one of them.
Some of them are drugged up...
I wasn't out an hour.
I come in, the cameras are gone,
the lenses are gone, the whole thing...
- Did you call your insurance agent?
- I don't have insurance, besides...
It's that guy again.
Don't let him get