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Seeing how you were there...

...maybe you wouldn't mind

taking a look at a few pictures.

Sometimes you see something

you don't remember.

Take a deep breath.

This one's kind of graphic.

Well, do you recognize her?

No.

Thank you.

Hey. Can't figure you out.

What do you mean?

Am I a murder suspect?

Look, I was wondering if you want

to go for a beer or something.

I got a cousin who works in a bar

in Sheridan Square...

-...and says a lot of writers go in there.

-Now?

No, not now. I'm working now.

-Two hours from now.

-Where?

Here.

What the f***?

You're a f***ing wise guy?

We got nice girls and nicer drinks.

Oh, excuse me, baby.

-Hey, Papi.

-Hey.

-Good to see you. Look at you.

-You are looking good.

Is Pauline home?

-Sorry.

-Oh, baby.

She could be up.

She could be down.

You know, go check the bar, baby,

okay? Hey, hey, hey, look.

That's cute. Is it real?

Of course it be real.

What, you crazy?

I don't let no psycho killer mess

with my girls.

He'd be dead. Bye, baby.

I make sure no one f***

with my goddamn girls.

What is it?

What's wrong?

It's so humiliating.

Is it the doctor?

Do you want to go up?

Okay.

Thanks, guys.

-Good luck.

-Feel better.

-What happened?

-His receptionist called me...

...with a referral

to another doctor.

He canceled our appointment.

-Was this after you had sex?

-He's right.

He shouldn't have had sex with me.

I mean, of course he's right.

Do you ever think about

just imagining sex?

-What do you mean?

-Just thinking about the doctor...

...not making appointments.

Just....

Just not really trying to have sex

with him in reality.

That's kind of boring.

I mean, I do. I do restrain myself.

You know, I just--

I got so enthusiastic...

...when I thought about him,

and it confused me...

...because I think enthusiasm

is a good thing, you know.

I mean, I think about....

How many appointments

did you make?

Last week?

Eleven.

How about I put on some music?

I waited outside his apartment.

I saw him and his wife...

...and I followed her

to the dry cleaner.

She left a tan suit.

Did you pick it up?

-What are you gonna do with it?

-I don't know.

I feel like such a freak.

This is what I do to get a dick

inside me.

You're not a freak.

I admire you.

You live out of your unconscious.

You're a poet of love.

The lovelorn man who

Sick in soul and of this

Busy human heart aweary

Worships the spirit

Of unconscious life

In tree or wildflower

Gentle lunatic

"Gentle lunatic." That's me.

I have something for you.

It's like a belated birthday thing.

I got it when I was styling that

commercial that got canceled.

Oh, God, that's beautiful.

-What is it?

-It's a courtship fantasy.

See, there's a little wedding bell

and a little house.

Open the baby carriage.

Oh, God.

Oh, no, am I gonna have

to feed this thing?

You should have a baby.

This is the closest I'll get.

And a man. You should have

a man too.

Somebody asked me out.

Good.

Who?

A police detective.

He's investigating a girl's murder.

You know the one who got cut up?

Oh, my God. Yeah.

Part of her body was found

in my garden.

Yuck.

So is this detective good-looking?

He seems young.

He's got a mustache.

They've all got that.

You didn't say no, Frannie?

Frannie?

You gotta go. Just for the exercise,

you should go.

You wanna borrow

some decent clothing?

-Can we look?

-I think you should.

Can you come with me?

Come on.

Get the woman a gin and tonic,

and l'll have a bourbon and Coke.

You got it.

You know, I'm wondering if maybe

you saw something at that bar.

I'm still wondering.

Maybe something

you don't know you saw.

Your colored boyfriend,

did he leave with you?

Cornelius? He's not my boyfriend.

And he left before me.

You saw him leave?

Actually, no.

He's not into popping arms off

of ladies' bodies, is he?

Not that I know about.

What, my hands?

Well, yeah, I know,

I got f*ggot hands.

They're soft.

Actually, I was wondering

about your tattoo.

Oh, that?

I'm in a secret club.

Are there many members?

Hey, listen...

...I can be whatever

you want me to be.

You want me to romance you, take you

to a classy restaurant, no problem.

You want me to be your best friend

and f*** you...

...treat you good, lick your p*ssy...

...no problem.

Ain't much I haven't done.

The only thing I won't do

is beat you up.

Why does your partner

carry a water pistol?

-They took his gun away.

-Why did they take his gun away?

Because...

...his wife caught him

f***ing a fat chick.

When she found out

she ran upstairs and tosses...

...his Hispanic Society trophy

out the window.

And you know, that's pretty much

when he tried to kill her.

That's a good reason to kill your wife,

of all the reasons that I can think of.

He wasn't gonna kill her, lady.

He was just trying to scare her.

That was his San Juan

Man of the Year Award, you know?

Ritchie takes that stuff seriously.

So those fat-f***ing-fucks from IA,

they got ahold of him...

...they take his gun,

take his badge...

...they put him on modified duty

and now he's a house mouse.

What are house mouses?

The guys who don't want

to be on the streets no more...

...or they're on modified duty like him.

You stare back at them.

That's how you flirt with black girls.

Hey, Ritchie, what the f***?

They let you out?

What am I gonna do?

What can I do?

Nothing. You can't do nothing.

Come here, bro.

lf loving you is wrong,

I don't want to be right.

-Don't be. You want a drink?

-Yeah.

Hi.

-How you doing?

-Hey, barkeep...

...two shots of bourbon

and two bourbon and Cokes.

I had to park on Christopher Street.

Must have been 1 00 faggots

looking to suck my dick.

-I'm jealous.

-Are all cops homophobic?

What are you,

one of them feminists?

I thought you might be

one as well, detective.

-Why?

-Malloy says that you like fat women.

-You told her that?

-Yeah, why not?

Made me think you had

a generous, even a sympathetic, view.

-You like fat girls?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, why?

-I like fat chicks.

-That chick.

-Yeah. What's up?

That chick wants to suck your dick.

All you need are tits,

a hole and a heartbeat.

You don't even need the tits.

You don't even need

the heartbeat, pal.

You going fishing?

-Want me to clock you out?

-No, I'll stay for a while.

Miss?

I didn't hit you.

I'm not-- It's not my fault.

-Are you okay, miss?

-Yeah.

-Are you okay?

-Yes.

-I give you a ride.

-Okay.

Are--?

Okay.

-You okay?

-Do you have a phone?

I give you.

Malloy?

It's me.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, it looked

a lot worse than it is.

You'll be all right. It's just a scrape.

Did you get a look at him?

No, he was wearing a mask.

Anything stand out? Like...

...a smell, rings on his fingers,

watch, shoes, anything?

How was that girl killed?

-Who?

-The girl killed at the Red Turtle.

Angela Sands?

She wasn't killed at the Red Turtle.

You're getting confused.

What is "disarticulation" exactly?

Listen, it's not likely that

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