Spring Street, top floor.
Wait a minute.
What am I doing?
Right.
You don't know me,
I don't know you.
I might rip you off, right?
Is that what you're thinking?
I'm not gonna rip you off. I'm not.
With what I've been through tonight...
...the last thing I wanna do
is steal from somebody.
I really just wanna get home.
Look, here.
Here are my keys.
This is my deposit, okay?
If I don't come back, these are yours.
Everything I own is yours.
I just wanna get home. Keep them.
Okay, all right. Good. Here.
The keys for the register
are over the light switch, on a hook.
The alarm is underneath
the light switch.
Make sure you see a beeping red light.
- Beeping red light. 158 Spring.
- Top floor.
I'll be right back.
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
Oh, Jesus! God.
- What's come from Phil?
- I don't wanna read it.
I'm jealous.
He even sounded tan on the phone.
I wonder if this is
our local friendly burglar.
Did you get what you wanted
or did we get back and spoil your fun?
- Who are you? You don't live here.
- I'm a friend of Tom's.
Tom who?
There are three Toms living here.
Look, guys, I'm not a burglar.
So get your hands off me.
- He asked you which Tom.
- I don't know Tom's last name.
He's on the top floor.
How many Toms are there?
How'd you get in here?
He gave me the keys. Look. See this?
He gave me the keys and I let myself in.
Sorry, but there have been
about eight break-ins here just last week.
Okay, I'm sorry, all right.
I didn't know that.
Hey, we gonna hit RadioShack
tonight, man?
Wait till next week.
The new models come in.
Hey! Where'd you get that?
Kiki! God, what happened?
Just throw down the keys.
Throw it. Be careful.
That's right. Give it a good throw.
There you go.
Hold on, Kiki.
Bastards!
What have they done?
What are these guys, sailors?
Look at this.
It's so elaborate.
Must've taken them hours.
- How'd they get in?
- How did who get in?
- The burglars.
- The burglars? What burglars?
The ones who took your sculpture
and your TV set.
God.
- Neil and Pepe?
- Who?
It was Neil and Pepe.
They're friends of mine.
I just sold them my television
for 300 bucks.
How did you get a hold of my sculpture?
- This the guy?
- 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.
Possibly.
Well, it's not too late to finish
what you started.
Marcy, it's Paul.
Hi.
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.
Okay?
Marcy?
Marcy.
What...
Oh, Jesus! Marcy.
Oh, God! Breathe. Breathe.
Kiki! Kiki! Come on.
Oh, Jesus!
God...!
Think.
Kiki! Horst!
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. 
Shit.
Operator, give me the police.
Yes, I wanna report a death.
Oh, God.
Oh, no.
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!