Someone to Watch Over Me Page #4

Hey, what did you do tonight?

I watched TV.

Oh, what did you watch?

You don't have to have

small conversation with me.

I'm gonna make a reservation

in that really nice restaurant.

- The one in Brooklyn?

- Yeah.

We can have an early dinner.

You don't have to get up until twelve.

One teacher said he's an angel

and another teacher says he's a monster.

I think he's an angelic monster, our son.

- Yeah, that about sums him up.

- He misses you.

Well, hey, this will be over soon.

That Venza's such a nut job

we're bound to pick him up in a few days.

I'd really like you to switch to days.

You know, be home for dinner...

Helen insists that T.J. Be home

for dinner. That's why he's on days.

Yeah, but T. J... Seniority, you know?

I'll talk to

Lieutenant Garber about it, okay?

I already did. Well, I spoke to his wife

and his wife spoke to him.

Wait a minute, what am I hearing here?

You talked to his wife?

My wife talks to his wife

about which tour I'm going to work?

What is this, Ellie?

What's the difference

what tour you work on?

Unless there's some reason that you

feel better to be around her at night?

Is there, Michael?

Well, what is this? Is it serious?

Quit looking at me like that.

What's with this ridiculous silence?

God damn you...

- You son of a b*tch.

- You don't understand...

Are you gonna give me a confession?

I don't understand?

You get off this case

or you don't come home.

I want you to remember

that I behaved like a lady.

The kind of lady

you apparently prefer.

- Ellie!

- Get away from me, Michael.

- Let me drive you.

- No!

If she means so much to you

then you stay with her, Michael.

But you come back,

you come back for me.

Not for Tommy, not for your mother,

not for your god-damn job.

You come back for me, okay?

I'm sorry, EI. I love you.

I do.

And you are a lady

and I respect you very much.

Don't talk to me about respect!

T. J... Yeah.

Listen, I need to ask

a huge favour of you, Goomba.

I know, sweetheart,

but we got a lot of flowers here.

Three dollar. Cheap!

Two dollar!

Hey, hold it!

- How you doin'?

- Fine, thank you.

Take it easy.

- Hi.

- Hi, T.J.

Detective Keegan, Michael asked me

to tell you he's under the weather.

- He'll probably take the day tour.

- But he's okay?

Yeah, he's got a bad gut.

You know what I mean?

Thank you.

Tell me I'm dreamin'.

T.J. Knows about us... so does Ellie.

You told her?

Not exactly.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

You're tired.

Let me watch over you tonight.

It's three o'clock in the morning,

all you night-owls and music-lovers, -

- I wish you sweet dreams.

The forecast for tonight...

Don't even think about it.

T.J.!

Come on, T.J., live! Please live!

Come on, T.J.!

- Anything you want to deny, Mike?

- No.

As of now you're on suspension,

pending disciplinary hearings.

You're not to go near that woman again

until the case is closed.

Is it love, Mike? I hope so.

I want it to be worth it for your sake.

- How is he? Will you take me to him?

- I will. It's gonna be a little while.

- You come back.

- I'll be right here.

I'm going to go

to my sister's for a while.

- I want you to get your things out.

- What about Tommy?

He'll live through it.

They all live through it.

What a world.

Was it Venza? Did you get him?

What a shame.

What's he gonna do? Move in here?

And then do shiftwork at the 21st

if they'll have him back?

You'd better start thinking this through -

- because this is the rest

of your life we're talking about.

I have thought this through, Neil.

I'm really sorry.

If anything changes,

you'll let me know, okay?

This place used to be my splash pad

until I got divorced. Now it's home.

- That's the can. It's nice, huh?

- Yeah.

This... le boudoir.

Little Scotty stays on Wednesdays

and every other weekend.

You know something, Mike?

Our relationship's never been better.

That's good.

- Bunk-beds, huh?

- Yeah, you know kids...

This... the den of iniquity.

Mike, the world is yours.

Who wants to be a cop now anyway?

Tell me that.

And what the hell

is so great about being married?

Wait till you see the parties

that go on in this place...

You're gonna realize marriage is

an ideal whose time has come and gone.

Michael, in three weeks, -

- I'm gonna remind you how bad you felt

and you're not gonna believe me.

Here... make it home, Mike.

- Thanks, Scotty.

- Sure.

We're gonna have to work something out

about the bedroom.

Well, Yvonne... She's a screamer.

Yeah, I moved into Scotty's.

Listen, good news about T.J., though.

Looks like that tough son of a gun's

gonna pull through.

- Oh God, that's great.

- Yeah.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

When can I see you?

There's an event at my father's school.

An anniversary.

Maybe you could come?

- Oh, the thing in Queens.

- Yeah.

I'm going away after that. The next day.

- Can you come?

- That wouldn't be very smart, you know?

Listen...

You're right, don't do it.

I'll just...

- I'll send you an address, okay?

- Ah, Claire...

I gotta go, I'm expecting some calls.

I'll be fine, really...

I'll think about Wednesday.

Okay.

Bye.

See ya.

- How's it goin', pal?

- Okay, I guess.

Good.

Listen... how about dinner tonight?

She's taking singing lessons.

She's what?

She met some friend of aunt Millie's

who works at a record company.

- Says she has a great voice.

- What?

That's the most pathetic line

I ever heard. Who is this guy?

- You coming in?

- No, I'm not coming in.

If you'd rather go to singing lessons

than have dinner with your old man...

We're not going to singing lessons.

She's gonna take singing lessons.

Oh, excuse me.

So, what are you doing tonight?

- Shooting.

- Shooting?

Mom says, we gotta get used to

being alone in this neighbourhood.

Tommy!

- She can't sing.

- I don't think she can sing, either!

I thought

you were supposed to aim at the heart.

- Would you like to dance?

- No, thank you.

Oh, man!

Do you believe this f***ing idiot?

Get serious, man, don't do it.

You're out of line, man.

- What a memory.

- Yeah, cops, you know?

- Do you dance?

- Do you?

Pretty badly.

Let's do it.

The guys treating you all right?

Yeah.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

I know.

It wouldn't work out, Claire.

I know.

You see, I'd miss my life too much.

Don't explain.

How long you going away for?

Long enough.

For...?

To forget about you.

Brooklyn's patching a call through

to you. He thought he'd find you here.

He says it sounds urgent.

It's your son.

The office,

down the hall, up the stairs.

He's crying.

Hello? Tommy?

- Who is this?

- Joey Venza. You alone?

I'm glad you're where I expected

you to be, Detective Keegan -

- 'cause you got two minutes to get home

or I take your family out.

Just don't touch them.

Let me talk to my son.

- Speak!

- Dad?

Tommy?

- He's got my family.

- Call a cruiser.

Venza wants you.

You for Ellie and Tommy.

All right, let's go.

We're taking her home.

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