All language subtitles for Starsky & Hutch S02e06 Bust Amboy (A.K.A. Nightlight)_track3_[eng]

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[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[TYRES SCREECHING]

[EXPLODES]

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Tommy?

Tommy?

You here?

Tommy, no!

Oh.

What happened to our crowd?

Suppose they just ran off someplace.

Oh, I thought they'd never leave.

Still two hours before
you have to go to work.

Well, what are we gonna do?
Are we gonna talk away the time,
or are we gonna...

get this stuff together
and go back to my apartment?

WOMAN:
Hey, Hutch!

HUTCH: What?
You've got a 10-40.

A what?
A 10-40.

Isn't that what you always get when
we're in the middle of a good time?

No, sweetheart. That's what you get
for waiting too long.

We didn't even get to
pour the wine.

We didn't even get
the cork out.

Don't tell me, Starsk.

I see the end of a beautiful day.
You got it.

Dobey wants us
in early.

He's got another body
beaten to death.

Like the others?
This one's a kid.

How old?

Seventeen.

Yeah, well, that's
the way it was.

613, please.

Found him laying
in an empty warehouse
two days before we got him.

Name's
Jimmy Shannon.

He was arrested
a couple of times for petty theft.

"Heavy blunt instrument.

Head, shoulders
and legs broken."

Sound familiar?
Sounds like an epidemic.

Three in 30 days.

This guy gets around.

No wallet, huh?
No, nothing.

'64 J.F.K.

What's that worth now?
A dollar?

Hotel Bremen.

Arty Solkin's blood bucket.
Captain of the bells.

Wonder how many guys
he's got working for him now?

Probably one less
than he had two days ago.

Thank you.

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[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO]

ARTY:
Tommy?

Tommy?
Can you hear me?

It's me. Arty.

[MUSIC STOPS]

Come on, kid.
Pull it in.

I just made a score.

Tommy?

You hear me?

[TOMMY MOANS]

Nice to see you up and around.

What time is it?

Wednesday.

Want to go to work?

I just made a score.

Fifty bucks apiece for each of us.

You want it?

What kind of work?

Your kind of work.

Strawberries and whipped cream.

Only...

this time, we only have
to bust his legs.

When?

Tonight. Any time.

Hmm?

Hey, here.

Eat something.

You look like a ghost.

You're not still mad at me, are you?

We can live with it.

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All right.

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STARSKY: What a terrific place
to spend your last days.

Jimmy Shannon.
What do you know about him?

Who?
Jimmy Shannon.

Oh, you mean Jingo.
All right. Jingo.

What's to know?
Ain't seen him
in a couple of days.

What happened?
He all right?

America's answer
to Fagin around?

Huh?
Arty Solkin.

Oh, Arty. Yeah.
He's upstairs.

You wanna talk to him?
We'll talk to him in Shannon's room.

Get him there. Please.

Elevator.

[PHONE RINGS]

Solkin.
What do you want?

Couple of cops. They wanna...

talk to me in Jimmy's room.

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Don't go to pieces.

I'll see you later.

[DOOR CREAKS]

Beautiful.

I'll get the bureau.

[FOOTSTEPS WALKING]

Hi, Arty.

You just pulled me off a good job.
What do you want?

Jimmy Shannon.

Died like a man
in the pursuit of happiness.

What do you mean?
He's dead?

STARSKY: What kind
of happiness, Arty?

Come on, Arty.
Pull yourself together.

You know what Jimmy said
just before he died?

He said, "Tell Arty
not to worry."

Don't do your numbers on me,
all right? What do you want?

Something else besides Jimmy
Shannon's last known address.

He's got a mother in Cleveland.
What else do you want?

How about the name of the guy
who beat him to death, huh?

Is that how he got it?
Yeah, that's how we got it, Arty.

And you know something else?
That's the third time this month.

Now, you wouldn't know anybody
who'd do something like that,
would you?

Me? What do you mean?
You crazy?

What did we get
on you last time, Arty?

Contributing to the delinquency
of a minor. Aiding and abetting.

What else?
Forget the history, right?

We forget nothing, Arty.
Nothing.

Fagin, faigeleh. What's the
differences? You're vermin.

You got no right
to talk to me that way.

What's the matter, scum?
I hurt your feelings?

You know something?
You make me sick.

Right from that rancid black grease
you wear in your hair down to your

two-tone shoes.

You're trying to get me mad
so I'll take a punch at you,
and then you'll run me in.

Oh, heaven forbid, Arty.

You don't think we'd do something
like that, do you, huh? Hey?

Hey, look.

All we want is a shortlist of Jimmy
Shannon's last known associates.

You know, like someone who
gets their kicks, maybe, from...

beating other people.

I told you, I don't know
anyone like that.

No, huh?
Now, if, uh, you're done with me,

I got some work to do.

Get out of here.

I can't take you out
anymore, Hutch.

You keep insulting my friends.
Starsky, he knows who did it.

Yeah, well,

if he doesn't, I got a feeling
he knows where to look.

Is there anything else
in here?

Not the way I can see it.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO]

We still working?

Yeah.

[MUSIC STOPS]

Leave it on, all right?

[MUSIC PLAYS]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're still working.

Only this time,
I think we've got two jobs.

Two?

Part one is a guy
named Eckworth.

Lloyd Herman Eckworth.
Owns a nightclub.

Uh, we break his legs
and put him up in a wheelchair

where everybody can see him.

Part two...

is a blond cop...

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Named Hutchinson.

But him, we do different.

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Ah, sir, sir. Please, uh,

could you spare
some small change?

I need a drink very bad, honest to God.
Yeah, yeah, sure.

You're a prince.
Yeah, sure.

You're wonderful.
Bless you, sir.

Excuse me, sir.
Pardon me.

Do you have change
of a dollar, huh? Please?

No.
Aw.

Is he dead?
No.

You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.

Well, blond-cop time.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

STARSKY:
Here's the man himself.

"Arthur Fingal Solkin.
53 years old, white male."

Four counts.

"Contributing to the
delinquency of a minor..."

Make that four minors.

Fifteen, 15, 16 and 17.

"Aiding and abetting the runaway
status of..." Et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera.

That's it. Your friend and mine,
Arty Solkin.

Housemother
at the Hotel Bremen.

Some kids have
all the luck, huh?

Okay. But how do we hang
him with the beating murders?

Jimmy Shannon was one of
Fagin Arty's artful dodgers.

DOBEY:
That still doesn't cut any ice.

The first of the two priors was a
38-year-old man in the laundry
business.

The second was a 48-year-old man,

a pimp named Billy Chartreuse.

What does he have
in common with a...?

With a 17-year-old named
Jimmy Shannon?

Broken legs.

And maybe, if we're right,
Arty Solkin.

Maybe.

I'm tired.

Want to get a hamburger?

Are you kidding?
No, I'm not.

See you
tomorrow.

Well, how'd you
like to eat alone?

It really doesn't make me
any difference.

See you in
the morning.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Hello, plants.

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[TIRES SCREECHING]

Nice neighbourhood.

Leave a note?

Oh, you're a scream.

Look, why don't you get yourself
something to eat. I got some great
new goodies in my icebox.

Oh, that's a good idea.
Thanks.

So, what did he look like?

Tall, short, fat, skinny?

Did you get an m.o.?

I didn't get that close.
Oh. Well, maybe next time.

Either your eating habits
have changed drastically

or you've got some
very sick people mad at you.

You know the one thing
that bothers me?

You're out of ketchup?

Whoever put the rat in that icebox
has got a way through my front door.

Any ideas?

Not a clue.

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DOBEY:
Hutch?

You and Starsky get over to
Midtown Memorial Hospital.

See the owner of The Home Plate
nightclub. Name's Lloyd Eckworth.

Lloyd Herman Eckworth? Used to play
with the Yankees, then the Chi Sox?

Why don't you ask him.
Somebody broke his legs last night.

Was it done by our same friend?
We suspect, with one exception.

Eckworth's alive to talk about it.

Better get on it, will you?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Lloyd Herman Eckworth?

Yeah, utility infielder. Came up
with the Yankees in, uh, '49.

Traded to the
Chi Sox in '54.

I used to collect
baseball trading cards.

Lifetime batting average:247.

HUTCH:247?
STARSKY: Yeah.

Wait, wait.
Wait a minute.

How do you know that?
Some things you never forget.

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ECKWORTH:
Yeah. Yeah.

Look, look.
I've already talked to the doctor.

Honey, he says...
He says if I'm careful...

Yeah.
Yeah?

Oh, no.

Hold on, Janet.

Now what is it?
Detectives Hutchinson and Starsky.

We'd like to talk
to you, Mr. Eckworth.

Look, I've already given
my statement three times.

I know. We'd like to hear it again.
But there's nothing to tell.

Janet. Come on...
For crying out loud...

Janet, pick me up in 30 minutes,
or I'm taking a cab.

Then I'll take an ambulance
if I have to. I'm getting out
of here today.

Here.

Mr. Eckworth?
You want me to tell the story.

I walked out of my club,
into the garage.

There was this bum
asking for money.

I give him a buck.
He tells me, "God bless you."

I turn around, whack.

I'm looking at this ghost swinging
a sawed-off baseball bat into my face.

That's it?
That's it.

An inside-the-park home run.

What?
An inside-the-park home run.

I saw you hit one
when I was 9 years old,

against Fellan.
You were playing the White Sox.

You remember that?
STARSKY: Sure, I remember that.

It was the second half
of a double-header.

Hotter than hell out.

I drank so many sodas
I almost got sick.

No kidding.

Yeah, that was some ball game.

That was some hit.

You damn near ran
that third baseman right down.

The guy that hit you,
you remember him?

The guy that hit me?

With the baseball bat.

Yeah.

He looked like, uh,

Stan the Man.

You know, a young Musial
when he first come up.

Only his eyes were all screwy,

like what he was doing to me
was all in a day's work.

Like building a house,

cooking hamburgers.

You know, it didn't mean nothing
to him, what he was doing to me.

Mr. Eckworth,
can you think of any reason

why somebody
would want to do this to you?

No.

I've been thinking...

Then again, the screwballs
running around these days,

who needs a reason
for anything anymore?

If someone's bothering you,
we could help.

No, there's no one bothering me.

Okay.

Thank you.
Sure.

Mr. Eckworth,
if there's anything at all,

we'd appreciate a call.

Sure.

Oh, there is
one more thing.

Your lifetime
batting average.

.247, why?

Just wondering.

Something doesn't
make sense, Starsk.

Aw, that's what you say about
all our busted-leg cases.

Oh, come on, I'm serious.
All right.

Someone set himself up in
business with a baseball bat, right?

Okay. Now, whether Eckworth
can think of a reason or not,

he was just a cash and carry
tap on the legs.

We can probably say the same thing
about Billy Chartreuse
and that laundry dealer.

But who'd wanna pay
a nickel for Jimmy Shannon?

You get a feeling you're in
for a run of bad luck?

HUTCH:
What are you talking about?

Hey!

Those are my brand-new
recaps. You know what I
paid for these, Starsk?

Probably more than
the whole car's worth.

Yeah, well, at least I don't drive around
in a striped tomato you gotta tune up
every time you drive around a block.

Yeah, well, with this hunk of squash,
I imagine every 50 to 70,000 miles
is okay.

Watch it.
Don't get excited.

It's only flat
on the bottom.

[EXPLODES]

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[GRUNTING]

It's okay. Come on.

Come on.
God.

Come on. It's okay.

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DOBEY:
All right, when did this start?

It started last night, captain.
Somebody put a rat in my cold cuts.

Hey. That's what
burns my fuse out.

How come I don't hear about
these things before the bombs go off?

You were telling us about Lloyd
Eckworth, cap. I thought that
was more important.

Would you open that, please?
My pleasure.

No, you didn't.
You wanted a private party.

And rule number one
in this precinct is, no,

absolutely, flat out,
no private parties. Do you hear me?

Talk to Starsky.
He ate the rat.

All right,
Hutchinson.

Do you have any idea
who started this?

I wish I did,
captain.

What's scary is to try to think back
over six years on the force

and try to remember all
the weirdoes you've alienated.

If you think six years is something,
wait till you get 26 years in.

Yeah.
By the way,

you guys had
a call from Eckworth.

Says he remembers something
about the bum who asked him
for money wearing

a pair of two-tone shoes.

Grease in your hair
and worms in your toes.

Would you mind interpreting that?
Arty Solkin.

Where's my jacket?
STARSKY: I thought you had it on.

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[DOOR OPENS]

Arty Solkin. What room?

Hey, come on.

The guy's up all night.
He's sleeping now, all right?

That's all right.
We don't mind.

201.

Nice guys,
you are.

Keep your hands off
the phone.

We're gonna
surprise him.

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[PHONE RINGING]

Arty. What?

Thanks.

Hi, Arty.

Say, this is a nice-Iooking
place you got here.

Too bad you don't got
a couple of kitty-cats.

Can the birdseed.
What do you want?

Well, straight out,
we'd like to apologise.

We're sorry we stepped
on your rosebush.

I told you, can the birdseed.
What do you want?

Don't be like that, Arty.
We got a whole new can of worms.

Like where were you and your shiny
wingtip shoes last night, huh?

Let's go.

Don't you guys ever
get tired of bothering me?

It's no bother, Arty.

Besides...

we love you.

All right, Bob.
Take one step forward.

Still can't keep your raincoat
buttoned up, huh?

All right, give us
a quarter turn to the right.

You're doing fine, Bob.

Now, give us a half turn
to the right.

There's not one face up there
that you vaguely recognise?

All right, give us a quarter turn
to the right, Bob.

Okay, step back.

Next man.
Arthur Solkin.

It's been a while
since we've seen you, Arty.

Still got all your little pack rats
stealing for you?

You never proved
anything ever on me.

OFFICER: Okay, Arty, why don't you
just give us a cute little profile.

No. I'm afraid not. L...
I just can't remember the guy's face.

Quarter turn to the right,
Arty.

You remember
a pair of two-tone shoes,

but you can't remember the face
of the man who set you up?

Yeah, I guess that's it.

OFFICER:
Quarter turn to the right, Arty.

What does it say for us?

Just a bum.
Give him some money. That's easy.

But don't look him
in the face.

Might recognise
a human being if you do that.

OFFICER:
Quarter turn to the right, Arty.

Sorry, l...
I can't help you.

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

OFFICER:
Okay, step back.

Is that it?

Get them out of here, Mike.
All right, you heard the man.

Let's boogie.

HUTCH: You get the feeling
that Eckworth's not telling
us all he knows?

You know,

when I was 9 years old
and I saw that guy hit
that inside-the-park home run...

Yeah.

I thought he was about
the greatest man that ever lived.

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Arty?

Arty, they told me the cops
took you away.

They can never prove
nothing on me.

You're glad to see me,
aren't you, kid?

We got work to do.

She's pretty.

Yeah.

He never should have
arrested me today.

He should have known.

I'm a kind of guy
that does his homework.

Her name is Abby.

The blond cop's blond girlfriend.

He has the tuna.
I have the pastrami.

Waitress.
You want something to drink?

Yeah, iced tea, please.
Iced tea and milk, please.

STARSKY: You don't
want some mustard?

Uh, no. You sure?

No. Not hungry.

Okay, so the guy couldn't
identify a suspect.
Maybe he wasn't the right guy.

Abby, we've got the right guy.
Solkin's involved in those murders.

Wanna know something?
Here's Huggy.

What?
I don't care.

I want you to catch that crazy
who's blowing up your car
and putting rats in your refrigerator.

HUTCH: We will, sweetheart. We will.
What's happening?

What'd you hear
about Jimmy Shannon?

He died a perfectly natural death

in a warehouse frequented
by his own best friends.

I'll have dinner
ready by 7.

Eckworth? Lloyd Eckworth?
Nothing special.

Hutch.
I'll be there, sweetheart.

Word is, Eckworth made the mistake
of refusing a partnership offer

somebody made him.
Happens all the time.

Well, that explains a lot.
Like what?

Like all those sudden
lapses of memory.

Promise?
What?

Hutch.
Abby, I promise. I'll be there.

I'll be there for dinner.
We just have one more guy to see.

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[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

HUTCH:
Hey, Billy. Sit down.

What do you
guys want?

Well, Billy,
we'd like a little information

about Arty Solkin.
Hey, I'm clean.

I ain't got nothing
to do with him anymore.

Oh, we know that.

That's why we're talking to you.

But you used to run
with Arty, right?

Yeah, but that was
before the spook.

The spook?
BILLY: Spook.

Name's Tommy something.

And let me tell you,
this is one crazy dude.

I mean, all he does is lay
on his bed all day long,

looking up at the light bulb
in the ceiling.

Interesting, huh?

Do you think this guy
could kill anyone?

It's all right, Billy.

Well, one night, we was sniffing

and drinking a little
red wine, right?

And, uh, Tommy told me that he
killed his whole family

someplace back in Indiana.

You believe him?

I moved out the next day.

[BELL RINGS]

STARSKY:
Arty Solkin. Get him down here.

He ain't here right now.

How about his
friend Tommy?

He's with Arty.
I don't know where they went.

What's his room number?
606.

How about the key,
huh?

It's always open.

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[DOOR CREAKS]

STARSKY:
Guess who's working nights.

Oh, I'll get the bureau.

Nothing.

Empty.

What does this spook
wear on Sunday?

Nothing.

Empty.

Starsk.

I guess he wasn't lying
to Billy Ryan, was he?

Let's get out of here.

ABBY:
I know that, Donna.

But even cops have a personal life.

With Hutch? All I know is I'm gonna
talk to him about it tonight.

Yeah, I'll let you know.

Gotta go. Bye-bye.

Be smarter just to kill her,
wouldn't it?

I don't want you to kill her.

I want that blond cop
down in the street,

looking up at me.

Maybe I'll throw him
a quarter.

Maybe I'll walk on him.

Go on.

Enjoy yourself.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

I just got this from R&I.

Indiana's had an APB out on
Marlowe for the last six months.

Killed his whole family.
What's he doing on my phone?

Trying to explain to his girlfriend
why he's an hour late for dinner.

Line's still busy. She's probably
talking to her girlfriend.

You say this Marlowe kid
stares at a light bulb all day?
What's happening with him?

Maybe he's just going
through his brain with a blowtorch,

trying to burn out old memories.
Dobey here.

Meanwhile, we got enough here to
bring in Arty Solkin and break
his little heart over a chair.

Hutch.

Somebody's hurt Abby.

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Hey. She's all right.
She's alive. She'll be all right.

What?
Hey, look, I don't want to

blow you guys out...
What?

Come on, easy, easy.
He broke her up pretty bad.

Did he rape her?

Well, it looks like he tried.
I don't think he made it.

Abby. Abby.

Abby.
ABBY: Oh, Hutch.

Oh, Hutch, I'm sorry.

Abby.

Don't be sorry.

It's my fault.

Hutch.

Easy, easy, easy.

What do we got?
Anything?

Well, from the junk on the floor,
we got this. A piece of material.

She must have
ripped his pocket out.

Wanna see it?
No.

From the hold she had on it, they
could hardly get it out of her hand.

[SIRENS BLARING]

Shouldn't have
let her come up here...

not after what happened
the other night.

Yeah, don't do that
to yourself.

Hey, you remember what
Jimmy Shannon had on him?

Huh?

J.F.K., '64.

Look. Abby grabbed
his pocket and pulled this out.

'64 J.F.K.

Arty Solkin has a jar
full of those.

Come on.

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ARTY:
Tommy.

Go on.

Get some rest.

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[SIRENS BLARING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Give me the phone.
What?

Give me the phone!
Hey!

Now, sit down and shut up!

I'd do what
the man says.

[DOOR SLAMMING]

What do you think
you're doing here?

John Fitzgerald Kennedy, '64.

My girl ripped it
out of his pocket.

[YELLS]

Arty, I'm going upstairs now.

And I'm gonna give your boyfriend a
shock treatment. And then I'm coming
down here, and I'm gonna talk to you.

So put some coffee on
and pour us a drink.

STARSKY:
Arty.

Tell me about Jimmy.

An Irish kid from Cleveland.

Seventeen going on 100.

What happened?

Tommy killed them.
I didn't kill them.

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[CRYING]

Arty?

Arty, I can't...

[YELLING]

What are you mad about?
What are you mad about?

I didn't kill her. I swear to God,
I didn't kill her.

I swear to God.
I did exactly like you said.

I didn't touch her.
Look.

Honest, Arty. Honest.

Don't be mad at me.
Don't be mad at me. You're all I got.

Wait a minute.
I want to show you something.

Look, look.

I brought the picture
back for you. Look.

Look, I brought the picture for you.

I brought it for you.

I thought you'd like it.

I could take it back.
Arty, I could take...

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Look.

No. Don't go away.

Don't go away.

Arty?

I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

I didn't mean to make you mad.

I could bring the picture
back somehow.

No, you keep it.
It's all right.

[DOOR OPENS]

Arty?

What?

I'm scared.

I can't see.

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Hutch, there's something
I have to tell you.

Ah!

Absolutely.

But first you gotta taste
some of this great wine.

I got some of that, uh,
Norwegian cheese. Your favourite.

Isn't it a beautiful day?
Hutch, it's important.

I'm sorry, Abby.
What is it?

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Hey, isn't that your brother?
Mm-hm.

What's he doing here?
I didn't invite him.

I'm going home, Hutch.

What? Home?

Why?

I have to.

I was really scared.

I guess I never thought
about dying before.

Hey! There you are.
We've been looking all over for you.

It's not easy hauling
this junk around, you know.

Hey, come on.
Pick a card, any card.

Starsky, what's that?

My baseball trading cards.
I dug them out last night.

Will you pick a card?
Come on.

Well, what am I supposed to do?
Read the card.

Read the name
on the card.

It's Minnie Minoso.
Saturnino Orestes.

That was his real name.
Saturnino Orestes.

His nickname was
Minnie Minoso.

Started out with
Cleveland in '49.

He switched on and off
with the Chi Sox till '61.

Finished out his career in '62
with the Cleveland Indians.

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Batted.303 for a lifetime average.
Starsky.

Hmm?
Starsky.

She's going away.
I know that.

What do you mean, you know that?
She told me.

Doesn't mean
she doesn't love you.

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