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but I am mad enough for something.

Bobby, the guy that

used to have your room...

...he used to get this way, only worse.

He'd slam out the door,

go stomping off down the stairs.

I never knew what set him off,

but later he'd tell me where he went.

Usually the baths.

He'd check in,

blow a dozen guys in an hour.

You ready for that?

No.

I'm not ready for that.

But I understand...

...what made him feel that way.

I hate Mondays.

Oh, Ted, I wish I could help you.

Do something for you.

You do?

You do.

Where you going, friend?

- What do you mean?

- Got a knife, gun, anything at all?

- Why? What's wrong?

- You a police officer?

- What?

- This is Precinct Night.

You got the wrong attitude. I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Right.

You looking for something?

That bulge in your pants ain't a knife.

Why don't we take a walk?

Yeah.

Not tonight.

Joey, you'll come before 7

on Sunday night, won't you?

Cross my heart. I'll be on the island

if you need to reach me.

I don't have that number.

It's on the wall in your kitchen

under ''reminders.''

All right. You know

how paranoid Bess gets...

...if dinner starts after 8

the night before she's shooting.

Not to worry.

Not to worry? I have Margo's dress to finish.

She opens in Vegas in two weeks.

- Have fun.

- I'll try.

You made me do that.

As if it's your place.

- It's mine as much as yours.

- As if it... The hell it is.

- When did you pay rent?

- I paid rent...

...which I know you get out your candy ass.

- Mary, you just listen to me.

- In Westport, is it?

- Yeah.

- When you gonna work on Broadway?

- When am I gonna work on Broadway?

As soon as you get a play

that gets on Broadway.

- How did he get hepatitis?

- That's none of your goddamn business.

- None of my business?

- No.

- You're asking me about my life.

- I'm not asking you about your life.

I see what it is.

I don't have to ask a thing.

- What is it?

- What is it? I told you.

- It's a ridiculous, idiotic...

- You can see what I wanna do.

- That's what it is, a flop play.

- You can see it.

- Your life is a flop play.

- Let's see yours.

- Your life is just beating my ass, man.

- That's life.

Get someone else. I don't think

you'll find anything as big as this.

Bullshit, man. I can find anybody I want.

- Oh, you're so good-looking and so fine.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Answer just one question.

- Yeah.

One simple question.

When you gonna get

into that stupid head of yours?

You don't know what the f***

you're talking about.

I'm making $650 a week dancing

my ass off, while you're just playing...

You're making nothing. Right now,

what do you make? I gotta pay the rent.

P.C.'s on the phone,

the mayor's on the phone.

Every gay group in the city.

They're stomping around my office all day.

Now, what in Christ more

do you need, Dave?

I just have to do more

with the information I already have.

Dave, you got 23 years on the job.

I'd like to see you go out

on a high note...

...but both our reputations

are at stake on this one.

I went to the P.C.,

I recommended you for the squad...

...and I am not going to have this thing

explode on me.

I understand that.

So wrap it up.

I don't care how you do it.

You clean this thing up before

the Democratic convention comes in...

...or I will put somebody

in your office who can.

Skipper, we found this quarter

in the coin box at the peep show.

The blood matches the victim's,

but not this print we lifted from it.

- Hey, a**hole.

- Come on.

- Take a walk.

- Take it easy.

Take a walk?

I'll tear your goddamn head off.

The guy by the pinball machine.

The guy with the...

The eagle on his jacket.

Oh, yeah, his name's Skip Lee.

He's a bad dude.

The other night he got stoned out.

Came on to a guy at the Eagle's Nest.

The guy gave him the swerve.

Skip went for his throat.

Leave him alone. He's a scumbag.

Hey, baby, what's happening?

I'm with someone.

Aren't we all? Wanna dance?

There he is.

- The one with the red scarf?

- No, the one with the hat.

- The one on the outside.

- Yeah.

He calls himself Skip.

I don't know his last name.

He's been in a lot of hassles here.

- Is that the one that followed you?

- Yeah.

Why didn't you go with him?

I don't know.

I kind of choked...

...but I think you should check him.

The red card you win,

the black card you lose.

I said watch my red card not my black.

That's a black and that's a black.

- I won't say that. Anybody else?

- Can I bid 10?

Put it up.

Ten to hold. Ten dollar to win.

I got a winner, I gotta pay.

I don't get mad when I lose.

Now watch my red number

and my black number.

- Anybody else? Anybody else? Put it here.

- Yeah, right here.

I need some information

on a guy called Skip.

Twenty-six, maybe 27 years old.

He's a regular at the Cock Pit

and the Anvil.

Yeah, Skip Lee?

He works at a steak house

in Penn Station.

The Iron Horse.

- Got it.

- Hey.

Edelson take care

of those two cops for me?

He's working on it.

- Well, I got something else.

- What?

You know that guy

that was killed up at the Ramble?

Couple of my friends were up there

that night and they said they heard singing.

- Singing?

- Yeah, nursery rhyme, like:

Who's here?

We're here

Something like that.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Table for two?

- Yeah.

This way, please.

There you go.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Enjoy your dinner.

There's our boy.

Yes, would you like a drink

before dinner?

- Yeah, Heineken.

- Okay.

And what about you, sir?

Something to drink?

- I'll have... I'll have a steak.

- Okay.

- Make it two.

- Right.

- How would you like those cooked?

- Rare.

Medium.

The pattern of lacerations

match the serrations.

The depth and the width

of the stab wounds...

...could all have been made

with this type blade.

Could you take off an arm

or a leg with that thing?

You'd have to be very strong.

But yes, it could get the job done.

This is what you're looking for.

Your man's carrying this.

Come on, guys, let's get it going.

Another half hour, I'm on overtime.

Yeah.

Let's go to work.

Here we go.

- What's that?

- Well, there's two of us here, man.

Are you kidding?

That's not my scene.

Okay then, then you tie me up.

That's too weird, man.

Are you saying you won't do it?

- Well, I just don't get into that.

- Yeah, but I do.

What do you want?

You want me to tie you up...

- ... and then what do you want me to do?

- Whatever you want.

Let's get out of here.

Who's here?

- Okay.

- And do what?

- What the hell is this?

- Get your ass in.

- Against the wall.

- What's going on?

- Your hand.

- What's your name?

- I said give me your hand.

- What are you doing here?

- Did he try anything?

- No.

- Did he show you his knife?

- No.

Now, what were you faggots

doing up there?

What is this sh*t, huh?

You were gonna stick him, weren't you?

What are you talking about?

- Whose room was it?

- His.

Is that right?

I told you, what we were doing

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