can't you?
All right.
I met this girl tonight 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 that well.
It didn't really work out, so I left.
I tried to take a subway tonight.
But the fare went up? Did you know that?
- Yes.
- You knew that?
I didn't know anything about that.
I haven't enough money to get home
until I meet this bartender...
a really nice guy who really wanted
to lend me the money...
...they'd actually purchased
this piece of work here.
I didn't know anything about that.
She's pissed off at me,
and for this, I don't blame her at all...
for the way I treated her friend.
It was inexcusable.
So I march right in there to apologize,
but she'd already killed herself.
I was too late.
...he was about to give me the money,
when all of a sudden, his phone rang.
His girlfriend killed herself tonight.
Is that a coincidence?
No, because the same girl...
who I came downtown to see
was dead, too.
That's because they're the same person.
They're both dead.
I couldn't believe that.
He didn't know that I came down to,
you know, his girlfriend...
because he would have taken my face
and he would have smashed it.
Luckily, there was this girl, who saw
everything, who let me use her phone.
Really nice about it, too.
Let me use the phone. That was it.
Just use it. Pick it up and put it down.
She's the one in the Mister Softee
ice-cream truck who's trying to kill me!
They're all trying to kill me.
I just wanted to leave my apartment...
maybe meet a nice girl.
And now I've got to die for it!
That's the girl. That is Julie.
That's her. Look.
Julie, it's me!
What are you doing? Come here.
Oh, God. That's the one. Unbelievable.
What's the matter with you?
- You've got to help me.
- Get a hold of yourself, okay?
Can you get a glass of water?
Tell them it's not my fault. I didn't do it.
You've got to make things
clear to me, pal.
I just got back from the morgue.
I'm not thinking too straight, either.
There's an angry mob out there,
and they want to kill me...
because they think
I'm robbing apartments.
I had the keys to your apartment.
Did I rob you?
I could have robbed your apartment.
I didn't because I'm not a thief.
Right?
I'm not a thief.
- Stay here.
- Wait! Where are you going?
To get your keys.
Thank you. Go ahead. I'll be right here.
- Just relax.
- I will.
Thanks.
He's in here!
What can I do for you?
- Why so empty?
- Invitation only.
Then where is everybody?
Beats me. Must have stayed home.
Who's she?
That's June. She's always here.
Usually nobody notices her.
If you're interested, you better hurry.
I'm closing up in a few minutes.
Excuse me, miss.
I couldn't help noticing you,
and I wondered...
would you...
care to...
join me for a drink?
Just talking.
I'm having a really...
really bad night...
and I can't seem to find anyone...
who just will sit with me for just...
Without yelling at me
or something, you know?
I honestly wouldn't approach you
in this state...
were I not so...
unusually...
intrigued.
There.
I bared my soul to you.
May I?
- Why are you doing this?
- What?
You flirt with me.
You share your cigarette with me.
You dance with me.
You're nice to me.
Open up!
Why are you doing this?
I want...
to live.
Sorry, folks. Closing up.
I just want...
to live.
Live.
Come downstairs with me, Paul.
- They got in!
- What is it?
I have to tell you, I'm in big trouble.
Those people up there want to kill me.
- Is there another way out of here?
- No!
- What is this?
- Don't go in there.
- What's this?
- No, don't touch that!
No, don't touch that vat!
Oh, God.
- Come with me, Paul.
- What?
Come on.
You're closed, and you want to go home.
It's only going to take a minute.
- I'm telling you, no one's in here.
- You cannot reason