mistakes.
Sue me! Call your lawyers!
PAUL: Okay, come on. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.
- Wanna sit down? Come on.
- Okay.
Oh, I'm sorry I was rude before.
I really am.
Okay, no more crying. Please.
What a night.
Hey, Paul?
Do you like my hairdo?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Then why don't you touch it?
- I don't wanna mess it up.
- You won't.
- You want me to?
- Yeah.
Okay.
- I hear him.
- Ow.
That's him. I hear him.
I hear him. No, it's okay.
Thank God he's there. I can go home.
- Ow! Oh!
- Excuse me. What's the matter?
Oh. Well, nothing, I just...
You know, I really got the feeling...
...that you kind of liked me, no?
You're not gonna leave now, not after
I brought you in out of the rain, are you?
All right. All right. I'm going to...
Here's what I'll do. I'II...
I'm gonna go to the bar,
give your boss back his keys.
Then I'm gonna get my keys,
then I'll be back, okay?
- Should take all of two minutes.
- Yeah, sure.
Julie, two minutes. Okay?
[MUSIC PLAYS]
TOM:
Well, 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 to check it out.
A 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?
Sure look like you could use one.
You don't happen to have any powerful
aphrodisiacs back there, do you?
She won't put out?
No, 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.
So take off.
What's she gonna do, kill herself?
[PHONE RINGS]
Terminal.
What's up, Rich?
PAUL:
You know.
You know, you're right. Just give me
my keys. I'm gonna go home.
What's the matter?
My...
My girlfriend...
...just killed herself a little while ago.
- Took some sleeping pills.
- Oh, 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. Marcy, Marcy, Marcy,
Marcy, Marcy. Marcy, Marcy, Marcy!
Marcy!
I...
I don't know what to say. I just...
- I don't know what to say.
- 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.
JULIE: Oh...
- You all right?
Why, yes.
[THUNDERING]
- You said two minutes, though.
- I know. I know.
- I'm sorry. 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, I'm not...
- That's very sweet.
I'm gonna give you a present.
Don't do that.
That's really not necessary at all.
I mean, I've only known you,
what, an hour?
No, no, no. You said that you were
gonna come back and you did.
In these days,
that is something to be commended...
...and rewarded.
- Do you know what this is?
- No.
[MOUSE TRAP SNAPS]
[SQUEAKING]
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 gotta sleep.
You understand that, don't you?
And I promise I'm gonna
see you again.
I will. Okay?
You all right?
Why do you keep asking me that? What's
with you, are you nuts or something?
Let's exchange phone numbers.
Wanna do that?
- Phone numbers?
- Yeah, come on.
It's a great idea. I'll write it on this.
Okay. What's your number?
My number is 5-4433.
Very easy to remember.
PAUL: 5-4433.
- Uh-huh.
That's not enough numbers, but okay.
5-4433.
- Okay.
- No, KL5-4433.
I'm sorry. Okay.
Okay. Sorry, sorry.
- Oh, God.
- Wait.
Get that away from me. Jesus!
JULIE:
Oh, really?
You're gonna be sorry,
because I am going to get you!
Oh, you're kidding me. Not again.
What is this?
Oh, God...
Hey, let's knock off for tonight,