minute?
- Yes. Sure.
- Thanks.
Anytime.
What'll it be?
I don't want anything.
I just want to sit here.
- Is that okay?
- Sure.
Thanks.
But if you're looking to make friends,
don't get your hopes up.
Looks like a pretty slow night.
Yeah.
It is late.
Not for this place.
Things are usually hopping around now.
That's all right.
I just want to get in out of the rain.
I just hope it lets up soon.
I really just want to go home.
Aren't the subways running?
But I happen to be broke at the moment.
Christ. I'll give you the money.
Really? I can't tell you
how much that would mean to me.
- Christ! Not another one.
- Another what?
The guy lives in the same building as me.
He's been here three times tonight...
to tell me about three separate burglaries
in this neighborhood, all tonight.
- Shit!
- What?
What?
I'm just trying to remember if I turned
my burglar alarm on at home tonight.
Sometimes I forget.
Oh, well, anyway.
It's all right.
That's all right. Forget it. Doesn't matter.
No. I'd like to open the register.
What if I got a rush now?
Yeah, I see your point. What about a key?
Do you have a key for that?
- Yeah. But I keep it up in my apartment.
- Damn. That's too bad.
I can't go anywhere,
but how would you like to do me a favor?
- For subway fare?
- Lf you don't mind.
- You got it.
- I'm at 158 Spring Street, top floor. Wait.
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 want to do
is steal from somebody.
I really just want to 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 want to 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.
No.
God.
Jesus!
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...