Date with an Angel Page #5

You really look... come on!

Check it out.

There's so many people.

Everybody came.

Man:
Typical.

Man:
Oh, my God.

Man:
Is that... is that

the guy from channel 5?

Man:
Ok. Sliding off. What?

Maybe we should just

forget he whole thing.

Man:
Guys.

Come on, you guys. I told you.

You gotta watch out

for that stare.

Shh, it's ok. It's ok. Yeah.

Now come on, you guys.

It's showtime.

Um, yeah? Hello?

No. He's not here.

Sure. I'll tell him.

You can't make it.

Press club. Ok. Press club.

Sure. Yeah. I'll tell him.

Thank you. Thanks for calling.

Hmm...

Press club.

Good morning.

Oh, hey, I guess

it's afternoon already, huh?

Ha ha ha!

Was that supposed to be funny?

I've called

this press conference

to present to the world

the greatest find

of this century.

Where is it?

Got to be around here somewhere.

Hey! Ho! Watch out, man!

What's the matter with you?

Look. I'm sorry about that.

I'm in a bit of a hurry. Do you

know where the press club is?

Press club? Press club...

Yeah. You go down 53... no.

Press club...

Well, go down 127... no.

The press club...

The old press club?

That's the community building.

Commun... great. Ok.

Forget it. Good.

Oh, my!

Dang fool!

And now we present to you

our discovery

in the interest

of theological, scientific,

and economic phenomenon.

Why are we still here?

This is a joke.

I'm curious what

the punch line is.

George, I'm gonna kill you.

Gentlemen,

bring her out, please.

I think this

is way out of line.

Ladies and gentlemen

of the press,

this is the real,

honest-to-God angel.

Aah!

We can see that.

Attagirl. Don't let them

treat you like that.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

We had to keep her disguised.

I'll show you why.

She's a fake.

These guys are

trying to con you.

She's no angel.

Sorry, people.

You've wasted you time.

No. You haven't

wasted your time. Look.

Jim, take it easy. Agh!

No, no, no! It was

George's idea.

I said no. I said,

"bad, George, bad."

It's ok. It's over.

George:
Jim, come on, man.

Come on, Jimmy.

I'm trying to work here.

We're seconds away

from history, Jim.

I'm trying to make

a buck. Come on.

Wow!

Man:
Wait, wait, wait.

Come back.

George:
Go get her.

That's the news story of

the century getting away.

Go on. Do your job.

Take pictures.

No. Stop. Stop. No, no. No, no.

Um, excuse me.

What was that all about?

Hold on. Hold on.

Could we talk to her, then?

No. Why not?

Because she's mine.

So, what have we

learned here today?

Our 3 young impresarios

still swear

to the validity of their angel

and claim they'll get her back.

I guess you could say

that one man's angel

is another man's girl.

This is Harlan rafferty

reporting from...

Aah! Aah!

I don't find this amusing!

Now, this is the last

time I am going to ask.

Where is she?

We're telling you the truth.

He could have taken

her out of state

for all we know.

I don't think so.

The police would have

found them by now.

The cops are after them?

Why? What for? What did they do?

It seems your friend Jim stole

some valuables from my house

the night of the party.

That is a big load.

So was that terrorist stunt.

I'm gonna tell you something.

I could press charges, and I

could have you punks fined,

and I could have you jailed.

Jail? Please.

Anything but that.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, I'd like to see

you try and prove

it was us.

Would you?

Yeah.

Just say the word, pisshead.

Pisshead.

Yeah. Pretty effective

word... "pisshead."

Now what?

Cheer up, Capone.

I'll get us out of here.

We'll find the angel.

Yeah? What if

Winston gets there first?

We're toast.

Uh-huh, and here's

another one for you, babe.

Who's bailing us out?

Jim! Ha ha ha!

That's a good question.

One thing's for sure...

nobody's gonna find you here.

Be careful.

That's why I think

you should love it.

I know I did.

I mean, that is, of course,

if I could find it.

It's been so long.

I just hope it's still here.

It's somewhere around here.

There you go.

Very good. You found it.

Your very own

high-rise penthouse.

Have you seen this guy?

Yeah. He looks familiar.

Yeah. That's the crazy fool that liked

to break my station the other day.

What day?

Tuesday. Tuesday?

Yeah. Or I think

it was Wednesday.

Tuesday or Wednesday.

Tuesday.

I see you have a new friend.

Something to do.

We got all kinds

of good stuff here.

We've got stuff to clean

ourselves up with.

Wait a minute.

You're hungry, right?

Eat this. See? That's good for you.

Like that?

You want this? That's

what you want, huh?

This right there. There you go.

No. Uh... um... One at

a time, all right?

Take it easy.

One at a time.

Man:
...A river

rolling into nowhere...

if you can think

of any place in the world

where he might be hiding

with this girl,

we'd all appreciate knowing.

Man:
the finer things

keep shining through

the way my soul

gets lost in you

The finer things

I feel in me

No more!

Now you listen.

This has never

accomplished anything.

Now... now stop this violence!

This is not violence, daddy.

When I find that little slut,

I'll show you some violence!

Man:
w go so fast

why don't we make it last?

please take my hand...

hey, what word

rhymes with throbbing?

Man:
...With me

come see

with me

whoa, come see

while there is time

let's go out

and feel everything

if you hold me

I will let you

into my dreams

but time is a river

running into nowhere

we must live while we can

and we'll drink

our cup of laughter

have a nice day.

Hi.

Yeah. Um, have you

seen this guy?

He's really cute.

Have you seen him?

Yeah. Um, I'll show you.

Right there.

That's him, right?

Yeah, that's him.

That's him.

Wait a minute. Are you gonna...

Hi.

You know, my father

got me into music.

After that, the only

thing I wanted

- was to be a...

- Great composer.

The only problem was,

everything I composed

was always more grating

than great.

But I kept at it, and then

the last 6 months or so,

I don't know.

Everything started feeling so...

the headaches got so bad, I just

stopped composing altogether

and went back to screwing

around with the guys,

you know... just took

some odd jobs.

And then I... then I met Patty.

She never liked the idea

of me being a composer anyway,

and somehow I thought being married

and having a steady job and all that

would just straighten

things out in my head.

And now here you are.

I'm so damn confused,

I don't know what to think.

You know, I really

care about Patty.

She's... she's...

ok, so she's not you, but

please, if you can't look at me

without that stupid look

of affection on your face,

then don't look at me at all,

because I've got enough

problems, you know?

I'm only human.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I know... I know

it's not your fault.

But it's crazy to feel

this way about you.

Don't you see? We could never

have a real life together

because you don't belong here.

And it's not that I

don't feel something,

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