that get there?
- What?
- I was dipping papier-mвchй earlier.
- What is this?
"A man was torn limb from limb...
"by an irate mob last night...
"in the fashionable SoHo area
of Manhattan...
"Police are having difficulty identifying
the man because no form of ID...
"was found on his shredded clothing. "
Shredded?
"His entire face was pummeled
completely beyond recognition... "
Forget that.
I can't handle things like that right now.
What does a guy have to do
to get his face pummeled?
- Why does it hurt so much?
- Because it's infected.
- Stop touching it!
- I want to get it off...
- I know. I'll burn it off.
- No.
I just need matches. I'll go ask a neighbor.
- No, lady!
- My name is Gail!
No matches. That's enough now.
Where are you going?
I'm going home. I'm walking home now.
- How far is home?
- East 91st Street.
East 91st? Are you kidding?
Listen, I like you.
Why don't I give you a ride
in my Mister Softee truck?
How does that sound?
- Where's the truck?
- Right around the corner.
Come on.
Come on.
- What's the matter?
- Shut up.
What's wrong?
- You're dead, pal.
- I'm what?
Gail, what are you doing? What's wrong?
Gail, what is it?
Are you still giving me a lift home?
Why are you looking at me like that for?
That's him! Over there with the whistle.
That's him! Get him!
Shit!
Help! Call the police!
I went to school with your son.
Mom, it's me! I can't... God damn it!
You're so stupid! Come on! Cut it out!
I'll probably get blamed for that.
What do you want from me?
What have I done?
I'm just a word processor,
for Christ's sake!
Excuse me.
I wonder, would you...
It's okay.
Would you help me?
Would you please help me?
What do you want me to do?
Where do you live?
Can you take me home?
There's certain things that I will not do.
I'm telling you in advance.
I really have to tell you something
before we start.
I have never done this with a man before.
I'm a little bit nervous.
Listen, can I...
Can I use your telephone?
- Sure. It's...
- I see it. That's great.
- Operator.
- Get me the police, please. Right away.
Just a minute.
-12th Precinct, Fitzgerald.
- Yes, Officer. Thank God.
My name is Paul Hackett. I'm in SoHo.
I don't know the exact location.
I'm being persecuted by a vigilante mob.
I'm sure you're aware of their actions.
Now, I have every reason in the world to
believe that my life is in serious danger.
Evidently, there's a series of robberies...
that are being conducted
in this neighborhood.
Just get some sleep, buddy.
Hello?
I don't believe you.
I'm sorry. I wonder...
Could I just crash out
on your couch here for a couple hours?
I am just beat.
Why don't you just go home?
I've been asking myself that one
all night long.
So? What happened? Why can't you?
All right.
I met this girl tonight in a coffee shop.
She gave me her phone number.
So when I got home, I gave her a call.
She said to come over. In the cab,
all my money flew out the window.
Then I got to know this girl,
and I didn't get along with her that well.
It didn't really work out, so I left.
I tried to take a subway tonight.
But the fare went up? Did you know that?
- Yes.
- You knew that?
I didn't know anything about that.
I haven't enough money to get home
until I meet this bartender...
a really nice guy who really wanted
to lend me the money...
...they'd actually purchased
this piece of work here.
I didn't know anything about that.
She's pissed off at me,
and for this, I don't blame her at all...
for the way I treated her friend.
It was inexcusable.
So I march right in there to apologize,
but she'd already killed herself.
I was too late.
...he was about to give me the money,
when all of a sudden, his phone rang.
His girlfriend killed herself tonight.
Is that a coincidence?
No, because the same girl...
who I came downtown to see
was dead, too.
That's because they're the same person.
They're both