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-Sometimes it helps just to sit there--

-How will you get in?

I got a key.

-You have a key?

-Yeah.

You have her key?

-I guess so. I have a key.

-Did you kill her?

Sgt. Lawrence, can you give

Miss Avery a drive home?

-Yes.

-Get the f*** out of here.

Who is it? Malloy?

It's me. Cornelius.

I heard about your friend.

It's all over the TV.

My sister.

Why are you wearing one shoe?

The other shoe's holding

the door open, upstairs in my....

You got a....

You got a petal.

What happened?

F*** that man, all right.

-F*** who?

-F*** him! That cop.

-What cop?

-F*** him!

What cop? Malloy?

You all right?

I don't....

I don't want to do this.

Why? You don't like it?

No, I like it. l like it. I just

don't want to do this. I'm drunk.

I didn't want to f*** you anyways.

What you want, huh?

-What, girl?

-Let me go.

-What?

-Let me go.

You been looking to f***

my head up since day one!

-You've been looking to f*** with me.

-Cornelius.

You don't know me, man.

-What?

-Malloy wanted me to check.

-Make sure you got home all right.

-Where is he?

You okay?

-You tell him not to bother me.

-Sure.

Frannie, it's Malloy. Open the door.

Frannie!

Frannie, open the door.

Frannie, come on, wake up.

Open the door.

Frannie!

Frannie, come on!

You look all right to me.

Ritchie said you were screaming

half-naked out the window.

-You were a long time.

-Yeah, I was working.

Getting a blowj*b?

lsn't that your line of work?

What is it?

No such thing

as a bad blowj*b.

Well, you're wrong there.

Some women give terrible blowj*bs.

No rhythm at all.

No sense of cock whatsoever.

Good phrase,

''no sense of cock.''

Yes, that must be terrible.

Frannie, we got a problem here.

I'm standing in your sister's apartment,

trying to put this case together. I can't.

You want to know why?

I'm worrying about you.

Let's get you cleaned up, come on.

Give you a bath.

Let's go.

Good cop.

I'm a good detective.

It's the only thing I'm good at.

I'm not good at this.

Want me to go, l'll go. Want me

to stay, l'll stay. Gotta want something.

You're smarter than me.

I'm running to keep up.

-I'm scared of what I want.

-Why? ls it a lot?

Yeah, it's a lot.

That's the problem with women.

You can never be satisfied.

I'm sorry.

-Why? You didn't do nothing.

-I'm sorry you feel that way.

Your problem is,

you're f***ing exhausting.

F*** this. I was doing just fine

before I met you. Just fine.

What's this?

You'll see.

-Will I like it?

-I don't know.

I think so.

You're not sure.

You're not sure.

-You think I'm obsessed with you?

-Maybe.

No.

No. No.

Go on, f*** yourself.

I wanna watch you f*** yourself.

-Go on.

-You like to watch?

Yeah, I like it in the cut.

That's it. F*** yourself.

That's it. Go on.

You're so beautiful. lf I keep looking

at you, l'll have to quit being a cop.

Frannie. Oh, Frannie.

All right.

Get me out of these things.

Get me out of this.

Makes me very nervous,

being in handcuffs.

Hurry up! I'm starting

to f***ing feel like a chick here.

-Get over there.

-Where is it?

ln my jacket pocket.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Yeah.

lnside left pocket.

Hurry up!

Oh, yeah.

-The charm from my bracelet.

-I meant to give it to you. I forgot.

Where did you get this?

On West Broadway.

I went back there the same night...

...to see if I had missed something,

and I found it.

It was you.

What the f*** is the matter

with you?

I saw you. I saw your tattoo.

I never thought that you killed her.

I just never thought that.

Frannie, get me out

of these f***ing things now!

Enough of this sh*t, Frannie.

Give me the key.

Get me out of here.

I'm not kidding, Frannie.

Get me out of this f***ing thing.

Unlock these f***ing things now!

Give me the f***ing keys!

Mother--

Damn it!

F***!

Get your f***ing ass

out the goddamn street, b*tch!

Whoa!

-Are you okay?

-ls she all right?

She's fine. Thanks, Dad.

Take it easy.

-I didn't know.

-Take it easy.

I can't go with you,

because he'll know.

-What?

-He killed Pauline.

-Who?

-Malloy.

I saw him with Angela Sands.

I saw his tattoo.

I saw the three of spades.

Jesus. We'd better talk about this.

-We'll go someplace.

-I can't go to the police.

-You tell me what happened.

-Frannie!

-Did he hurt you?

-No.

Frannie!

F***! F***! No!

Where are we going?

To the lighthouse.

You ever been there?

To the Lighthouse.

I teach that book.

Yeah? I fish there.

Look at the G.W.

That's something.

It's my little fishing lodge.

Wanna see inside?

Yeah, me and Malloy, we got them

together after our first big bust.

He's a good cop.

Best partner I ever had.

You want wine?

I got wine.

I'm gonna have to leave you here

a couple of days.

I'm sorry.

People saw us together

on the street.

You wanna hang up his jacket?

Are you cold?

Don't cry.

Hey, hey.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

You ever been in love?

See, I met this girl.

I've been thinking about her

my whole life.

You know, dreaming about her.

But the thing is...

...I don't know if she loves me.

I mean, all women want love, right?

What about you?

You want love?

Wanna be kissed?

My guess is, you want it

so bad it hurts.

I'm right.

Will you marry me, Frannie?

Put on the ring.

Put on the f***ing--

Jesus-f***ing-Christ!

What are you, crazy?

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