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- This the guy?
KIKl: Yeah.
I'm Horst.
I'm Paul. Hi.
That was rude of you before, Paul.
You really ought to be
ashamed of yourself.
I am.
I don't know what could have
come over me.
Lack of discipline.
Well, it's not too late to finish
what you started.
Marcy, it's Paul.
Listen, I owe you an apology.
There's just no excuse for leaving
the way I did. And I'm sorry.
You know, I just figured...
...it's not working out between us...
...and, hell, I'll never see you again.
You know, there's just no excuse.
I think I just got a little spooked,
you know?
With that story about your husband
and your boyfriend.
I mean, that was really weird.
What was that all about?
And I gathered there's something...
...wrong, or you have
some burns or something...
...and I just couldn't handle that.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what happened to me.
I don't know. Maybe the timing's
just off or something...
...but I think I just better go.
Oh, Jesus! Marcy.
Oh, God! Breathe. Breathe.
Kiki! Kiki! Come on.
Oh, Jesus!
Ow! Kiki! Kiki!
Kiki! Horst!
KIKl: "Paul and Marcy, Horst and I
went to Club Berlin for drinks.
Join us if you feel up to it.
Corner West Broadway and Grand.
See you! Kiki. "
Operator, give me the police.
Yes, I wanna report a death.
Oh, God.
Oh, no.
JULIE: Hey, it's me.
I did it. I quit my job.
What do you want me to do?
Let's go have a drink. Celebrate.
Pier Three is open.
I don't know what your problem is...
...but I've gotta get over to that bar,
get my keys, so I can get home.
Oh, look at this.
Now what?
This is incredible.
Where the hell is he?
You know, I live across the street.
Would you like a TV dinner?
Oh, wait a minute! Neil, Pepe!
Wait a minute! I didn't know!
It's that dude again.
Get out of here.
I didn't know.
I didn't know.
I've had enough, God.
My place?
You like The Monkees?
What's your name?
I'm Paul.
Rough night, huh, Paul?
You look depressed.
I came downtown tonight...
Oh, God.
I didn't even know...
I didn't even know this girl.
Oh, God.
I didn't even know her.
Hang on.
Is that better?
"Chelsea Morning."
Go on. What is it? Talk to me.
I'm fine, really. I'm gonna be
out of your way in just a sec.
I'm just waiting for them
to open up downstairs.
I'll just get my keys and go home.
Boy, oh, boy. Oh, boy.
Just let it go, honey.
Tell me your problems.
I don't think so.
Paul, lighten up. What is this?
This doom and gloom and...
Be loosey-goosey. Come on.
- What are you talking about?
- Come on, tell me your problems.
Where the hell is he?
- What the hell time is it?
- It's very late.
So you really hate that job, huh?
Yeah. I hate both my jobs, you know?
Oh, yeah? What else do you do?
Well, I work in
the Xerox shop downstairs.
Yeah. We're right on top of it.
I've got the keys. Wanna see it?
No, thanks. I've had about
enough excitement for one night.
It's a lousy job...
...but I can get free copies
whenever I want to.
Gee whiz.
What is that? "Gee whiz"?
I mean, you humoring me?
I don't have to take that shit.
What is it with people today?
You can't say anything
without getting a smart answer.
You have to be so goddamn careful
about everything you say.
You think I don't notice?
I know what's going on.
I overhear the customers
at the Xerox shop making fun of me.
I didn't mean anything by that.
I mean, it was raining outside
and I invited you to come into my home.
I didn't have to do that, now, did I?
First of all, you're not stupid.
Look, I have trouble figuring out
the tax on checks. So what?
I mean, 8 percent is a bitch!
So I make a few
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