Hector Wallace.
Hey, man. I'm one of the abused.
I'm no cop.
You a lawyer? Yo, let me have your card.
- And the rights of the woman he killed?
- You get mugged, don't come to us!
Another satisfied customer.
Our grateful public can't thank us enough.
All right.
Uh-uh. Don't even think about puttin'
my Cub hat on that hair. Put that down.
- Weren't you scared?
- I used to be.
- But then I discovered I was bulletproof.
- I'm not bulletproof.
- Ray always gets shot.
- That's awful.
- It's just bullets.
- Little ones. I tend to be more cautious.
- Cautious, my ass.
- Danny's the one who gets Ray shot.
Some women like men with scars.
You like scars? I have a lot of scars.
Deep, emotional scars.
Danny's workin' on his next ex-wife.
Would you marry me for a few days?
No strings attached.
How could I resist an offer like that?
- What's your name?
- Maryann.
- Maryann what?
- Just Maryann.
Just Maryann. No last name?
You're married. She's married.
I'm not married. Not at the moment.
You're not looking for a wife, are you?
- I already had one.
- I've already been one.
We have a lot in common.
(siren)
- What's he doing here?
- I brought doughnuts.
I was gonna get those French things,
but I hate the word.
- Croissants?
- Boom. Say it wrong, you sound stupid.
So I brought doughnuts.
- So how was she?
- Well?
She's friendly. I like her.
I now know why you have an ex-wife.
At least I don't have an ex-partner.
I think your friend's jealous.
Wow.
Someday, we both have
to find women at the same time.
She certainly was on top.
Hi, good-lookin'. How you doin'?
Can't live without me, huh?
- Don't start. This is hard enough already.
- Hey, Costanzo.
You got a visitor.
- I sent your cheque.
- I'm not here about alimony.
- That's not your lawyer?
- No.
Hey, Ray. Ray? Buy me some time, huh?
- Officer Costanzo?
- That's Costanzo over there.
- But he didn't lay a hand on him.
- On who?
Whoever.
- So what's the problem?
- No problem.
- I just wanted to see you for a minute.
- Well, here I am.
- How've you been?
- Fine, great. How about you?
I'm pretty good.
- How's the social-work business?
- Busy.
I'm getting married.
- Do I know the guy?
- No.
He's not in the stairs
or the men's room.
Try the ladies' room.
Well, that's great, Anna. That's
really great. I bet he's a stable guy.
He's a nice man. And, yeah, he's stable.
- A doctor?
- Kind of.
- Kind of? What's kind of a doctor?
- He's a dentist.
- No shit?
- No shit.
- Do they play their office music at home?
- At least he's a grown-up.
- You Costanzo?
- Come in, you're arrested for indecency.
- Yourself?
- I'm on a stakeout.
- You don't look like a Costanzo.
- Hey, I'm a paesano.
What do you want me to do?
Cook you up a pot of ragщ?
Or sweat garlic for you? Sing an opera?
Lose a war? Huh? Ah, va fare in culo.
Hey, I'm not gonna hang around all day
just to give you this.
- Who's it from this time?
- It's your Aunt Rose.
- Don't joke about my Aunt Rose.
- You have my sincere condolences.
Your aunt's entire estate
has not been computed...
...but our law firm estimates say,
after taxes, you'll receive about $40,000.
- Dollars?!
- This visit has been a courtesy.
If you want further details,
why don't you come by my office?
Yes!
- Hey. You're rich.
- Anna's gettin' married.
Oh. I'm happy for you.
If you're happy for yourself.
- To a dentist.
- No shit.
He might not be Mr Excitement, but he'll
be there. I've had enough excitement.
- They'll have clown paintings.
- That's cold.
Don't make me laugh.
I don't wanna laugh. I gotta go.
I'll talk to you later. Wish me well.
I do. You know I do.
- I bet his favourite flavour's Lavoris.
- (groans)
- Ah, who cares?
- Right.
- It's no big deal, man.
- Right.
- You know, I'm better off without her.
- Wrong.
Did you say I was rich?
We'll have dinner at the Pump Room.
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