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? "And his entire face was pummeled completely beyond recognition..." - Forget that. - Wow! Can't handle that right now. What does a guy have to do to get his face pummeled? - Jesus! Why does that hurt so much? - It's infected. - Stop touching it! - I want... Stop touching it! - I know, I'll burn it off. - No. You're not gonna... I just need matches. I'll go ask a neighbor. - No, lady, no! - My name is Gail! Lady, no! [SIREN WAILING] No matches. That's enough, now. Where are you going? I'm going home. I'm walking home now. - How far is home? - East 91 st Street. East 91 st, are you kidding? Listen, I like you and I don't know why... 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. PAUL: Well, come on. Come on. - What's the matter? - Shut up. - What? - Shut up. What's wrong? - You're dead, pal. - I'm what? Gail. Gail, what are you doing? What's wrong? What...? Gail? What is that? Are you still giving me a lift home? What are you looking at me like that for? MAN: That's him! Over there, with the whistle. That's him! Get him! Oh, shit! Help! Help! Call the police! I went to school with your son! I mean, Mom, it's me! I can't... Oh, goddamn it! [ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYS] [NEIGHBORS SHOUTING] You're so stupid! Come on! Cut it out! [WOMAN SCREAMING] [MAN SCREAMS] I'll probably get blamed for that. What do you want from me? What have I done? I'm just a word processor, for chrissake! Excuse me. Hi. 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? Because there's certain things that I, you know, will not do. I'm telling you in advance. PAUL: Oh... Oh... Uh... I really have to tell you something before we start. Uh... 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. WOMAN: Operator. - Get me the police, please. Right away. Just a minute. MAN: Twelfth Precinct, Fitzgerald. - Yes, officer. Thank God. Okay. 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. Now, evidently, there's a series of robberies... ...that are being conducted in this neighborhood. - Just get some sleep, buddy. - And... Hello? Hello? Hello? Oh, wow! Oh, wow! I don't believe you... Oh, my... I'm sorry. I wonder... ...could I just crash out on your couch for a couple hours? I am just beat. - Why don't you just go home. - Pal... ...I've been asking myself that one all night long. So? So, what happened? Why can't you? All right. I met this girl tonight, okay, 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 well. It didn't work out, so I left. I tried to take a subway tonight. The fare went up. Did you know that? - Yes. - You knew that? I didn't know anything about that. I haven't got enough money to get home until I meet a bartender... ...a nice guy who wanted to lend me money. I mean, he really wanted to give me the money... I mean, they'd actually purchased this piece of work here. I didn't know anything about that. She's also pissed off at me, and for this I don't blame ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Водитель для Веры на английском - текст Кандагар на английском - текст Новый мир на английском - текст Святой Ральф на английском - текст После работы на английском |