away.
Let's go this way. Maybe that's him.
Come on, get your grubby face
out of here. Get out.
- Fella, where you going?
- Restroom?
Did you come just to use the bathroom?
The bathroom's for customers only.
I'm going to order something, really.
I just want to use the bathroom, okay?
Didn't you hear me?
Come on, get out of here and stay out.
Menu's on the table.
Make yourself comfortable.
I set it up for you.
Thank you.
"Paul and Marcy, Horst and I
went to Club Berlin for drinks. "
I'm just going to go put a quarter
in the meter at my car.
Let's see.
I'll have a burger, medium rare, coffee.
May I enter?
I can't let you in at the moment.
Will it be possible to be admitted...
at a more convenient time for the club?
It is possible, but not at the moment.
God.
If you're so drawn to it,
try and force your way in.
Got any money?
Yes, I have money.
Is that what you want? Money?
Why didn't you just ask that
in the first place, man?
Here, it's not much. But it's all I've got.
I'll take your money
'cause I don't want you to feel...
you left anything untried.
You keep the quarter.
You still have to wait a few minutes.
Hey, mutt.
Why doesn't he have to wait
a few minutes?
Tonight is Mohawk night.
If you had a Mohawk, you could go in.
Come on. We're both adults.
Why don't you just let me in?
Do you really want to go inside?
It's very important. I've got people
in there who are expecting me.
Why don't you let me in?
You're sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Coming through.
- To your left and straight ahead.
- What?
Right through there. It's straight there.
- Mohawk this guy.
- With pleasure.
Kiki! Horst!
Marcy's dead! Neil and Pepe are crooks!
I'm broke! Help!
No! Don't!
God, what have they done to me?
God. I'll kill those barbarians.
Bald. God! Get me a gun.
Hello?
Taxi.
Come here.
- God, I'm so sorry.
- It's all right.
This is great. Look, I got the money back.
Isn't that great?
Now you can take me uptown.
Great. I'll be right back.
- See how you like it!
- No, don't!
Oh, no!
I don't believe it. Did you see that?
Look at your arm. It's bleeding.
Great.
I feel terrible.
Look, why don't you come with me?
I'll get you a bandage.
- No, thank you. It's not that serious.
- No, I insist.
No.
- Do you have a telephone?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry. I just...
You wouldn't believe
what I've been through tonight.
You wouldn't believe it.
- I'm an ice-cream vendor. Mister Softee.
- What?
You misunderstood.
I didn't ask what you did for a living.
I said, "You wouldn't believe
what I've been through tonight. "
It's not boring.
I have my own Mister Softee truck.
It's not boring.
Also, you need a Class Four
New York State chauffeur's license.
Guess who has one? Got it on my own.
Manhattan, please. Could I have
the number of Peter Patzak?
That's P-A-T-Z-A-K.
- Need a pencil?
- No.
On Mulberry Street.
Thank you.
5, 8, 1, 9...
6...
2.
That was funny.
Patzak, please. P-A-T-Z-A-K
on Mulberry Street in Manhattan.
Thank you.
- 5, 8, 6, 2...
- Don't.
9, 3, 8, 0.
Now I have forgotten the number.
What is wrong with you? Are you all right?
I have had a terrible, terrible night.
Do you understand?
I'm just trying to entertain you.
I don't want any entertainment!
And I'm sorry I did that.
I'm under... Oh, God.
I'm unable to get home tonight.
I can't get home.
And I'm trying desperately...
to find a place where I can stay tonight.
All I want to do sleep.
I could stay in a place on Spring Street,
but I don't want to.
- Why not?
- Why not what?
Why aren't you there? Go.
Because the bartender who lives there,
his girlfriend killed herself tonight.
And I think it's because of me.
- That's out, then.
- That's right, that's out.
That is not a possibility.
So if you just let me
make this phone call...
you'd be doing me such a favor,
you really would.
That can wait.
I hurt your arm, and now
I want to dress your arm, please.
All right.
- How'd