Wait a minute! I didn't know!
It's that dude again.
Get out of here.
I didn't know.
I didn't know.
Oh, God.
My place?
You like The Monkees?
What's your name?
Julie.
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.
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.
Jesus.
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.
Downstairs?
Yeah. We're right on top of it.
I've got the keys.
You wanna go down and 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 mistakes.
Sue me! Call your lawyers!
Okay, come on. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.
- Wanna sit down? Come on.
- Okay.
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. That's him.
I hear him. I hear him. No, it's okay.
Thank God he's there. I can go home.
Excuse me. What's the matter?
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'll...
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?
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?
Terminal.
What's up, Rich?
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!
I don't know what to say. I just...
- I