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a mother and a father...

who loved him...

and now there he is...

half dead on a park bench...

and where are his

mother or his father...

all his uncles now?

Anyway, that's what

I always think.

I always think how, when

they had the newspaper strike...

more of those old guys died.

to death in one night.

Good afternoon.

May I help you?

Yes. Extension 746, please.

One moment, please.

Director's office.

Uh, yes, this is Mr Caul.

I have the material.

I'm calling

for an appointment.

I'm sorry.

The director has already

left for the day.

We'll call you back

tomorrow morning.

May I have

your telephone number, please?

I'm at a payphone...

and I don't have

a home telephone.

Hold on one moment, please.

Mr Caul?

Yes?

Is that payment in full?

Whatever was arranged.

Thank you very much.

I'll be there.

Harry?

Hello, Amy.

I didn't think you were coming.

I brought some wine, um...

someone gave me

as a birthday present.

I didn't know

it was your birthday.

You want some?

Yeah.

I do.

How old are you, Harry?

Sweet.

Does something special

happen between us...

on your birthday?

Like what?

Something personal.

What?

Like, uh, telling me

about yourself...

your secrets.

I don't have any secrets.

I'm your secret.

You do have secrets, Harry.

I know you do.

No.

Sometimes you come over here...

and you don't tell me.

Once I saw you

up by the staircase...

hiding...

watching...

for a whole hour.

You think you're going

to catch me at something.

You know?

I know. A woman can always tell.

You have a certain way

of opening the door.

First the key

goes in real quiet...

and then the door

comes open real fast...

like you think you'll

catch me at something.

Sometimes I even think

you're listening to me...

when I'm talking

on the telephone.

What are you talking about?

I don't know.

I just feel it.

Really, I do.

# Wake up #

# Wake up, you sleepyhead #

# Get up #

# Get up, get out... #

Why are you singing that?

It's pretty.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

It's just that, uh...

somebody else

was singing that today.

A girl?

Yes.

Who is she?

No. No. If isn't...

I'm jealous.

No.

Just somebody at work...

and she, uh...

She reminded me of you.

Where do you work, Harry?

Oh, different places,

different...

jobs, you know?

I'm kind of, uh,

a musician, you see.

Oh.

Freelance musician and, uh...

Uh-huh.

Where do you live?

Why can't I call you

over there?

'Cause I don't have a telephone.

Do you live alone?

Why are you asking me

all these questions?

'Cause it's your birthday.

I don't want people asking me

a lot of questions.

I want to know you.

Yes, I live alone.

Oh.

I don't feel like

answering any more questions.

Your rent is due.

Here's the money for it.

You never used to ask

a lot of questions.

Harry, I was so happy

when you came over tonight.

When I heard you open the door...

my toes were dancing

under the covers.

But I don't think I'm going

to wait for you any more.

I have a package

for the director.

All right. I'll take it.

No. I'm supposed to

hand it to him personally.

I have an appointment.

Are you Mr Caul?

Yes, I am.

A Mr Caul is here. All right.

Make yourself comfortable.

The director's assistant

will be right down.

There are some nice

Christmas cookies I made. Want one?

They're good.

No, thanks. I...

What do you see?

Oh, not much.

Here's your money..

$ 15.000 cash, as you asked.

These are our tapes?

I had an arrangement

with the director.

I was to give those

to him personally.

I understand.

He's not here this afternoon.

He's out of the country.

He asked me to get the tapes

and give you the money.

I guess I can just wait on this.

Now, look, don't get involved

in this, Mr Caul.

These tapes are dangerous.

You heard them.

You know what I mean.

Someone may get hurt.

Mr Caul, be careful.

Well, what about me?

You'll see.

Whoo! A lot of fun you are.

# When the red, red robin #

# Goes bob, bob, bobbin' along #

# Along #

Who started

this conversation anyhow?

You did.

I did not.

Yes, you did.

You just don't remember it.

Pretend like

I just told you a joke.

Ha ha ha ha.

Does it bother you?

What?

Walking around in circles.

Oh, look. That's terrible.

He's not hurting anyone.

Neither are we.

Oh, God.

Every time I see

one of those old guys...

I always think the same thing.

What do you think?

Yeah, what do you think?

I always think

that he was once some--

Hey, Harry, what do you say

we take a break?

We'll go to AI's Transbay.

I'll buy you a beer.

No. I want to finish this.

I thought you turned

those tapes in.

Stan, be quiet, will you?

Do you think we can do this?

I'm tired of drinking anyhow.

What a stupid conversation.

Stan, please.

I'm trying to work.

I'm tired of mostly everything.

Tired of me?

Tired of you... but not today.

What the hell they talking about,

for Christ's sakes?

Stanley, please,

I'm trying to get this done.

All right. Don't get excited.

Well, I'm getting fed up.

About what?

About your asking me questions

all day long.

Jesus.

Don't say that.

Well, for Christ's sakes!

Stan, don't say that

again, please.

Don't use that word in vain.

It bothers me.

What's the matter, Harry?

Your work's getting sloppy.

Later in the week,

Sunday maybe.

Sunday definitely.

We'd have a much better track...

if you'd paid more attention

to the recording...

and less to what

they were talking about.

Why do questions about

what's going on bother you?

I can't explain

the personal problems of my clients.

Jack Tar Hotel.

Room 773.

If you filled me in

once in a while...

Ever think of that?

It has nothing to do

with either of us.

It's curiosity,

goddam human nature.

Listen, if there's

one sure-fire rule...

I've learned

in this business is...

I don't know anything about

human nature or curiosity.

That's not part of what I do.

This is my business,

and when I'm...

I'll see you later.

I think he's been

recording my telephone.

I love you.

We're spending too much time

together here.

No. Let's stay

just a little longer.

I think he's been

recording my telephone.

He'd kill us

if he got the chance.

He'd kill us

if he got the chance.

Bless me, Father,

for I have sinned.

It's been three months

since my last confession.

I...

These are my sins.

I've taken

the Lord's name in vain...

on several occasions.

I...

On a number of occasions, I've

taken newspapers from the racks...

without paying for them.

I...

have deliberately taken pleasure

in impure thoughts...

and...

I've been involved

in some work...

that I think will be used...

to hurt these two young people.

It's happened to me before.

People were hurt

because of my... my work.

I'm... I'm afraid

it could happen again...

and I... I was in no way

responsible.

I'm not responsible.

For these and all the sins

of my past life...

I am heartily sorry.

Hi. Can I help you?

You could explain

your system to me.

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