What's come from Phil?
I don't wanna read it. I'm jealous.
He even sounded tanned 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 on the top floor?
- How did you get in?
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.
We're gonna hit Radio Shack
tonight, man?
Wait till next week.
That's when the new models come in.
Hey, where did 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.
Shit!
What have they done?
What are these guys, sailors?
Look at this work. 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 that 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.
How did you get ahold 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.
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. I'm sorry.
I just figured...
it's not working out between us, and...
hell, I'll never see you again.
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?
What...
Jesus! Marcy.
God! Breathe.
Kiki! Come on!
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 W. Broadway and Grand.
"See ya! Kiki."
Shit.
Operator, give me the police.
Yes. I want to report a death.
God.
Oh, no!
It's me. I did it. I quit my job.
What do you want me to do about it?
Let's go have a drink.
Let's celebrate. Pier Three is open.
I don't know what your problem is...
but I've got to get over that bar,
get my keys, so I can get home.
Look at this.
Now what?
This is incredible.
Where the hell is he?
I live across the street.
Would you like a TV dinner?
Wait a minute! Neil! Pepe!
Wait a minute! I didn't know!
Speed up. It's that dude again.
Get out of here.
I didn't know.
I've had enough, God.
My place?
You like The Monkees?
What's your name?
Julie.
I'm Paul.
Rough night, Paul?
You look depressed.
I came downtown tonight...
Oh, God.
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 just going to 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 time is it?
It's very late.