All language subtitles for Light.Sleeper.1992.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

Labour Day weekend.

Some time for a garbage strike.

Everybody crazy to stock up.

They decide to score at the last
minute

and they want it now.

Never fails.

The faces look alike.

You gotta use memory tricks,

each has some peculiarity,
it keeps you sharp.

A DD told me when a drug dealer

starts writing a diary
it's time to quit.

I started writing after that.

Not every night, now and then.

Fill up one book, throw
it out, start another.

- Ah darling!
- Ann.

- So have we made New York
safe for another weekend?

- Robert.

- Get a job.

- Sad what 10 years
without sex can do.

- Got any hundreds?

- Twenties.

And some tens.

- Tens?
- Goddamn cash machines!

- Did what's-his-name
give you a hard time?

- NO.

CBD.

- Fucking investment bankers!

Cash Before Delivery.

- These Wall Street kids,

they play with fake
money all day.

To them cash is like some
kind of theoretical concept,

it doesn't apply.

I mean, we seen it too, right?

Nine o'clock, I shudder
to think,

they are buying and selling.

It has turned me off of the
stock market.

- Tell me about it.

I've thought of
investing many times

but it's just too damn crooked.

These people.

- It's late.

I gotta crash.

Or try, anyway-

You stayin'?

- It's over.

- It's okay?

- Yeah, sure.

You do look like you're
coming down with something.

Take some C's, go on.

I'll take care of anything
that comes in.

- Thanks.

- Sleep tight.

- Pick up the trash.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- See you tomorrow.

- Big kiss.

- Labour Day.

Union Movement.

There's a contradiction
in terms.

I know about long hours.

It's worse when I'm off,
I just walk and walk.

There's an element of
providence to it all,

like rolling numbers.

Luck.

You're walking down the street,

some guy that looks
maybe a little like you

does a stick-up four hours ago.

A cop pulls you in
cause he's cold

and wants to go inside.

They grab your stash.

Your number's up, you're
busted for nothing,

for bad luck.

- I like yourjacket.

- Thanks, man.

I got it in a trade.

- Is that it?

Are they faced?

- Don't bore me.

- Is it so much work to face
them the same direction?

You don't do it, I got to,
it's time.

- You're too much.

- We've been through this.

This 19 gramme shit is a drag.

- We pay you more,
you put up with more.

White drugs for white people.

Twice the price,
twice the safety.

- I can't believe Ann's been
working as long as she has.

Never busted, she's something.

- Never made any
big money either.

- Sure.

- She blows it.

- You believe that?

What you gonna do
after she quits?

How long you been with her?

- She's always saying that.

We'll see, Jealous.

- She's out.

You should pick up
her trade, man.

You're too old to be a gofer.

- No way, I'm not
the management type.

If I take charge, I'll start
using again.

It's not for me.

I know some music people.

I'm gonna get into recording.

Yeah.

- Tour?

- Yeah?

- Normally this wouldn't
matter to you,

but you may get hassled.

- Why?

- Don't you read
the papers, man?

The Park murder, it's all
over the Post.

Mariah Rangel, nineteen-year-old
Barnard co-ed bitch

dead in Turtle Pond.

She was coked to
the fucking gills.

All of a sudden they're hot
after mid-level dealers.

You know her?

- Who knows?

Thanks for the warning.

- Jack?

You pick up from Jealous?

- Yeah, had to make four
trips last night.

We're certainly not his
favourite people.

- We don't make the laws.

19 is carrying, 20 is dealing.

Let him be stupid.

- He took my hundreds.

- Take over for me a while,

I'm getting contact high.

- PP?

- Yeah, seven three.

- So who's her
majesty talking to?

- The ecstasy connection,
from Arizona.

She's trying to get them
to come here,

or better, Europe.

- That's where the money is.

- All mark up, could be
the big one, Jack.

- Don't dress.

You really think she
means it this time?

- That's what she says.

New Year's Eve, she had
her chart done,

New Year's Eve, and out.

No acid house, no product,
no delivery.

- That's just
her mouth talking.

- Next year, strictly Akasha.

- Akasha?

- Cosmetics, that's what
she's calling the company now.

- I don't get it.

Why would anyone want to pay
to put weeds on their face.

- Why'd anyone pay
to put them up their nose?

- Robert, you got a point there.

- I like cosmetics.

I need cosmetics.

You should come in with us.

- You forget,

she hasn't asked me.

- Johnny, Robert,
get your butts in here!

Plant two big
kisses on me, boys.

1500 X, thirty each and
the delivery is here.

How do you like it?

- That's great.

- No, I mean the face cream.

Marigold, chamomile,
almond, aloe, egg,

I remixed it, Almik,
you like it?

- Yeah.

- Which reminds me, if
you get downtown

go to Enhancements,

get me some almond oil
but the California.

- Okay-

- Okay, what do we have to eat?

- Thai, we haven't had
Thai in a while.

- We had it Saturday.

Thai, thai, thai,
thai, thai, thai.

- I want to start
with meat crumbs.

- Oh shit, will you answer that?

He's gonna call back
every five minutes.

- The night begins.

- Curry, podtack, the
bouillabaisse is awfully good.

Or ped srilom, it's duck covered
with plum and ginger sauce.

- I'm gonna go veggie,
get me the puk ob.

Robert?

- What?

- Do you want puk ob?

You can use it for facial cream.

- Remove
unsightly hair.

- Laugh, laugh, very funny.

You're gonna be watching me
on Oprah from a welfare hotel.

- Forgive us.

- Eddie wants now.

Now, his place, top lady.

God knows what happened
to his shit yesterday.

- You take it.

- I thought it was supposed
to be light tonight.

- Don't you watch TV?

- No, I don't have one.

- You don't?

- Well if you had a TV,

you'd know it is
supposed to rain.

- Good for the trees.

- Some farmer whacked
his numerology on us.

- Yep, it's starting.

- Rain.

- The Farmer's Almanack
is based on numerology.

- Take a jacket.

- Yeah, okay.

- You'd better clean
up the product.

- LeTour, finally.

What took you so long?

- Traffic, it's raining.

- How's things?

- Okay-

- I need a quarter, you got it?

- Robert sold you a
quarter yesterday.

- That was an eighth,

and some friends came over.

How much is that? 1400, right?

Hey, you want to buy this?

- Eddie, sit down.

Sit down.

I've known you how long,
like eight years?

I knew you from the other job,

the one before the last
one you fucked up.

I knew your wife.

She was great.

We used to sit around and
talk and talk.

- You didn't know what
she was like.

- Eddie, this is no good.

You gotta cool this.

Go to bed, sleep it off.

I'll sell you a gramme
and some downs,

but I'm not gonna put you
in the emergency room.

- You charge 200 bucks for
what goes for 90 on the street,

and you're not gonna sell?

- So go out on the street.

- I'll call Ann.

- Go ahead, the phone's
right over there.

You know what she'll say.

- I'll tell the fucking cops.

- Fuck you, that's it.

- Hey I'm sorry.

I was kidding, I'm sorry.

- Don't call again.

- I didn't mean that.

You were right, I'm
quitting anyway.

I'll take the gramme, I'm sorry.

- You gonna cool this?

Go to bed, sleep it off?

You got downs?

- 200.

- Where was I?

All right so, if there
is no God,

then how can we conceive of him?

I mean the idea of God presupposes
the existence of God.

That's the Ontological
Argument, that's Anselm.

1200, 1400, I'm not sure.

- I've got to go.

- Don't, LeTour, stay stay,
this is the good part.

So if the idea of God is
implanted by God,

the sensus divinitatus, the
sense of the divine, you know?

Then what is the role
of human thought?

Not faith, thought.

Everybody wants to talk.

It's like a compulsion.

My philosophy is, you got
nothing to say, don't say it.

They figure you can tell
a DD anything,

things they would never
tell anyone else.

Of course they're
stoned to start.

- Do you think that all
of our thoughts

are on a prerecorded tape and
planted in our brain at birth,

then they just May?

I do.

- Carlos, pull over at
the far left corner.

Can you see the woman with the
umbrella, in the trenchcoat?

- You got it.

- Marianne!

Marianne?

Hop in, I'll give you ride.

- John?

- Hop in.

Get in, you're getting soaked.

- Hi.
- Where are you going?

I didn't know you
still lived here.

- Maybe it's, I should get out.

- No no, don't be crazy,
it's pouring.

- I'm not supposed
to be around--

- Former drug associates?

- It's four years, I'm clean.

There's no drugs, no
alcohol, nothing.

- I heard, I'm happy for you.

- It's still not easy.

- I know, Mare, you
don't have to avoid me.

I'm straight.

Yeah, two years now.

It just came that time.

I tried to tell you.

I wrote, I called.

- I should get out.

- Honest?

- You're dealing.

- No, I stopped.

- What's in the bag?

- Almond oil.

Go ahead, check.

Oh shit.

- Oh, what's that for?

In case anybody needs almond
oil in the middle of the night?

- I deal a little bit.

I'm straight, that
part's true, believe me.

- Stop the car.

- No, look--
- Right now, stop it.

- I won't say anything
more, I promise.

I'll just sit here, I'll
just give you a ride.

- This is fine right over here.

Bye John.

- 83rd Street.

- How'd you
hear about me?

- I don't know.

I just decided to come.

- I look at you, and I
give you my impressions.

I feel your vibrations,
I hate that word,

it sounds so phoney doesn't it?

But I can't think of anything
better.

You're anxious.

More than usual.

Your livelihood is in danger.

You're worried about the future.

You don't have much money saved.

I see a woman who
has betrayed you.

' My mother?

- Will betray you.

- I don't think so.

- You may be right.

I have a strong feeling
about this woman,

a woman close to you.

She will betray you.

You're in the entertainment
business aren't you?

- Yeah.

- But you're not happy there,
you want to do something else.

Is it,

it's music isn't it?

Still drinking, aren't you?

- Yeah.

- Do you have a
drinking problem?

- No, I don't think so.

- Well, I feel it's
interfering with your health

and with your life, too.

You've had other problems.

Drug addiction?

This is very important
to your life.

- Teresa,

I'm 38 years old.

40.

- That's young.

- I have trouble sleeping.

Look, what do you see?

What is around me?

Is it dark?

Have I run out of luck.

Is there luck for me?

- Everything
you need is around you.

The only danger is inside you.

- Love this machine.

- Thank you.

- Your pay's on the table.

- Same time?

- Two weeks, but don't go, stay.

We'll order kosher.

I'll tell you dirty stories.

We'll talk Zionism.

- I gotta go, I'm late already.

You know, I only come
here because I like you.

- Oh please.

- Are you sure
you're not Jewish?

- What do you mean, my nails?

- I don't want to see
you get hurt.

- I'm fine.

- You should do something else.

- Like what?

- Like, find a man.

- Oh God, you are so Jewish.

Of course you're so Jewish.

How about, wait I have an idea,

how about investing
in my cosmetics?

No, it's a great investment.

- Never mix business
with friendship.

- Just let me show you
the prospectus, okay?

- I gotta go, I'm sorry.

- God bless you.

- Shalom.
- Shalom.

Don't eat any hot dogs.

See you next week.

- Bye.

- Jealous said something about
a yuppie murder in the park.

You know anything about it?

- Sure, it's on the
five o'clock news.

- He just said to be careful.

- Well, we are careful.

- We're too small time.

She's not one of ours,
not directly.

Tis is at Saint Luke's.

- What?

- What happened?

- It's no big deal, he's just
there in the waiting room,

and he wants one of us
over there right away.

- But can't it wait
until he gets home?

- He's at Saint Luke's,

I'd do it.
- Take it, will you?

We have to stay on his good
side, he set up Arizona.

- Okay-

- Okay, so second
floor waiting room.

You want to leave first.

- Sure.
- Okay.

- Johnny?

You want to have lunch
with me tomorrow?

' Me?

- Yes, one o'clock, Cote Basque.

Too early for you?

- NO.

I'll be there.

- You're here.

- I had a little trouble
finding the place.

- Thanks for coming.

- I came as fast as I could.

So what's going on?

- You got some valiums?

- Yeah, and 'Iudes.

- Just a valium, a ten.

- What is it?

- You won't believe it.

What a nightmare.

I brought in this chick.

She OD-ed man, I didn't
even know her.

I didn't have to bring her in.

The cops are coming back
to talk to me.

I'm hyper, I gotta calm down.

This would never
happen in Zurich.

- Here.

- Make it two.

Thanks.

- She okay?

- Who?

- The girl.

- Yeah, yeah.

Met her last night, a
walking vacuum cleaner.

What a nightmare.

Underage.

- You need a lawyer?

- He's here.

Thanks.

- Any time.

- Randi?

- Oh my God.

John.

I can't believe it.

Marianne's here too.

She flew in.

- What are you doing here?

Is there a problem?

- Mom, Mom, she's back in.

You didn't know?

- Serious?

- More chemo.

- Can I see her?

- She's sleeping.

She sleeps most of the time.

She'd like it though John,
she still talks about you.

- I'm so sorry.

Your Mom's a terrific woman.

I was always crazy about her.

Hi!

- It's John.

What a coincidence.

- Yes.

Hi.

- Randi told me
about your mother.

I'm so sorry.

- Thanks.

- She sedated?

- Yes.

- You know, she'd be so happy
to see John, don't you think?

- I'd like that.

- No, I don't think that's
a good idea.

- You both look tired.

- One of us has to
always be here.

- Yeah, the hospital
lets us stay in her room.

- Could I buy you a cup
of coffee or something?

We could go downstairs
to the cafeteria.

- Oh, you go Marianne,
it's my turn with Mom.

- Oh no, I don't think I should.

- Yeah you should, go.

- Okay'?

And black?

- Yeah.

- Kiss your mother for me.

- You know it's gonna
happen someday.

But when it does.

Your mother, that was a shock.

- Has she been sick long?

- A year.

- What about your father?

- Not this time, his new wife.

He'll make it to the funeral.

- What have you been doing?

Where do you live?

- It's been,

I don't want you to know
about my life.

- Anything?

You married?

You got kids?

A dog? House plants?

Nothing?

- Details just open the door.

- Open the door to what?

It's not like we're
strangers, after all.

We were married.

- We were not.

- There was a ceremony.

- He wasn't even a minister.

He was an astrologer!

- He was also a minister,

The Church of Universal Harmony.

- He was a Pisces.

- You're a Pisces!

- It was not legal.

- In the eyes of Jeanne
Dixon we're married.

- I was born on the cusp.

- We were happy-

- We were miserable.

We were either scoring
or coming down,

mostly coming down.

- No, we had good times.

Area.

Out on the street,
dancing with friends.

We were magical.

You took off for three
months without telling me

and called once.

That's how magical we were.

You were an encyclopaedia
of suicidal fantasies.

Every one.

I mean, nobody could clear
a room like you, John.

And the friends, you may
have noticed,

turned out to be mine,
not yours.

I envy you.

A convenient memory
is a gift from God.

- You exaggerate.

- In rehab it's called
euphoric recall,

you only remember the
highs, never the lows.

- We were happy-

- I was drowning.

- It wasn't me.

- You watched.
- You jumped.

- You did nothing.

I wasn't your business,
not your responsiblity.

You still think like that.

- NO.

- Actions have consequences.

So do inactions.

- I meant well.

- You always meant well.

- We were in love.

We were happy-

You bought it for me.

It's inscribed inside.

Ann's quitting,

I've gotta find
something else to do.

- I'll believe it when I see it.

- No, it's true.

- Are you really straight?

- Yes.

- Let me see your eyes.

Eyes are deceiving.

Congratulations.

- If I could do that,
I could do anything.

- What does that mean?

- We could do anything.

We could start all over again.

- I have to get back.

- You didn't touch your salad.

- John.

- Okay, I'll walk you back.

- What's on for tonight?

- Just some party.

- Well okay, have fun.

- I can
always find another way

to make a living.

I never planned this in the
first place, not like Ann.

She came up to sell, have
parties, make contacts.

She was glamorous.

I just wanted to be around her.

She'd sit up listening
to coke stories.

Now it's me and Robert.

The whole crowd was the
same age then.

Everybody's younger now.

She made me.

- You have
any money saved?

- There's some,
one or two thousand.

Maybe more, I'm not sure.

- What do you do
with all your money?

- It's not that much in
the first place,

as you know.
- It's tax free.

- The rent, Con Ed, phone, CD's,

tips, just clothes,
regular stuff.

How about your money?

- Kitty Ford once said to me,

Ann, the only person I know

who lives better than
you is my grandmother.

I don't know.

All the money I make,
all the money I spend.

It just never adds up.

And then the last two years this

cosmetics thing has
taken everything.

- I wish I could help.

You still going to meetings?

- No, but I'm okay.

Ann, what are the odds of
meeting someone

that you haven't seen in
years twice in two days?

- If it's indicated in your
house of relationships,

it's pretty high.

You should have Robert
do your chart for you.

Who is the person?

- Just a contact, you
don't know him.

- So what's the plan?

- The plan?

- The future.

- My future?

- Why, is that too
conceptual for you?

- Ann, we had this
conversation two years ago.

We're gonna have it
again in two years.

- No, this time it is for real.

- Well, I'm thinking about
taking some music courses,

sound editing, mixing.

- Didn't you already do that?

- No, that was acting.

- No, that was modelling.

- Yeah, you're right,
I guess it was.

- You should try these berries,

they're flown in from someplace.

Everything's flown in
from someplace.

- Ann,

is there something
you want to say?

What's up?

- I guess I'm a little worried.

Everybody thinks I'm so tough.

And you gotta be tough,

especially in this business.

It's one thing to look tough,

it's another thing to.

I've seen Zipporah
twice this week.

- Did she help you?

- Yeah, she harmonises and she,

she's encouraging
me to shift from,

you know, to the
cosmetics thing.

But if it doesn't work,

is she gonna pay
for these berries?

- Montrachet?

- It is a cash world!

- Maybe, I mean I know
what I'm gonna do.

Maybe you should see Zipporah.

- No, I'm not into that stuff.

- What stuff?

He's a big producer.

Nominated for an Academy
Award, Best Picture.

I used to know every
girl he fucked.

Who, how.

I mean, he couldn't take a shit.

We were like this.

His wife told him to
get straight,

or else she'd cut him off,
old money.

I remember the last thing he
said to me.

We'll keep in touch.

Right, that was five years ago.

- Thanks.

- You'll still talk to
me won't you?

- You?

- Yeah.

- Of course I will.

- Just think, it's gonna
be so weird

without you around.

It kinda just hit me.

- We'll always have Paris.

- Johnny.

- Ann, you want me, just call.

Write a letter, tell
a wino, I'll be there.

I'm sorry.

I always thought my
father would die first.

He would die, and then my
mother and I could reconcile.

- Like a joke.

It's not a real feeling.

- My old man bawling
in the hospital,

me popping in and out of
the john getting loaded.

I miss you.

- You tried to kill me.

You took 10 years off my life,

one way or another.

I couldn't hate my mother,
I was too busy hating you.

- I thought I was just
killing myself.

Selfish.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me!

- Excuse us.

Let's go.

- Come with me.

- Have you ever had sex
totally straight?

- Not with you.

That's quite an erection.

- I never had anything
like it stoned.

- It's weird.

I'm dripping.

- Let's disappear.

You gotta go back?

- This is the end.

It was wonderful, and I'm
glad it happened this way.

It will never happen again.

You will not call me.

You will not see me again.

I'm happy for you.

I wish you the best.

I'm leaving.

I shouldn't have left the
hospital, but I don't regret it.

Please get dressed and
leave as soon as you can.

I have a key, bye.

- Marianne.

- It's my fault.

- I love you.

- Johnny, what is this?

Your beeper broke?

You getting Shiatsu?

Two hours, where the fuck
have you been?

- There was a mix-up.

- How the hell are you
gonna survive on your own?

The UN has some conference
in two days.

The holiday is over.

Peacemakers all over the
place trying to score,

UN security at every
fucking hotel.

Even I have been out, okay?

Look, this is where our
business is,

Europe, Asia, not the
fucking streets.

But you wouldn't know
crack from Cracker Jacks.

- Where's Robert?

- He's out busting his ass
doing your job.

- It was a confusion.

- Well, get confused on
your day off.

- And when is that?

- Don't get wise with me!

What do you want me to do?

Suck your dick? Okay, fine.

You want a raise? Forget it!

John, come here.

Here are the call-ins.

Get your ass out of here
before I kick it.

- I'm sorry.

- LeTour!

See, take a rest.

You know Thomas.

This is Gabri.

Tasha.

And I don't know who he is.

- How did it work out?

- What?

- Saint Luke's.

- No problem.

But can you believe this?

She's out of the
hospital one day,

calls me up, wants to
get together.

Some people are just
born for losing.

You want to go in the back?

- Not now, look at the bar.

Dark-haired guy, late
twenties, brown suit.

He's casing you.

Undercover, whatever,
he's on you.

Have you been a bad boy?

- Fucking Nazis!

You know him?

- Just a feeling.

- Forget it, it wasn't
for me anyway.

Make it tomorrow.

A half, no no, three quarters.

- 19 is the top.

I can make two trips.

- 19 is fine.

Okay, I don't mind.

Take care girls.

Ciao.

- I feel
my life turning.

All it needed was a direction.

You drift from day to day,
years go by.

Then a change comes.

I am able to change.

I can be a good person.

What a strange thing to happen
halfway through your life.

What luck.

- Paramount Hotel.

- Marianne Jost, please.

- Just a moment.

Welcome to the Paramount.

Your party is out.

If you'd like to leave a message

for, Marianne Jost,

please do so after the beep.

- Paramount Hotel.

- Marianne Jost, please.

- Just a moment.

Welcome to the Paramount.

Your party is out.

If you'd like to leave a
message for, Marianne Jost,

please do so after the beep.

Marianne Jost.

Marianne Jost.

Marianne Jost.

Marianne Jost.

Marianne Jost.

- Are you looking at me?

- NO.

Can I help you, Officer?

- What?

- I'm not making a mistake.

You are a cop, aren't you?

- Yeah.

- Can I see your badge?

- Bill Guidone.

- What is it?

- You think you're
invisible, don't you?

You think we don't
know you, LeTour?

That's the name you use, right?

- My father's a partner in
a very powerful law firm.

If you have anything in
mind, do it by the book.

- You? Who the fuck
gives a shit about you?

I could grind you right here.

In fact, maybe I will.

What do you think about that?

Nobody would give a flying fuck.

I look like narcotics
to you asshole?

I'm homicide, investigating
the murder in the park.

- I don't read the papers.

- Oh well, downtown
is interested how a

19-year-old Barnard honour
student with fancy parents,

got a quarter of uncut
coke on her

when she's found murdered.

This ain't the type
of girl we find

cruising Alphabet City
looking to score.

You know what I'm saying?

Somebody sold her.

Somebody upscale,
somebody classy.

You're classy.

So I hear.

And maybe somebody knows
something we need to know.

Understand?

Delivery boy.

Here's my card.

You ask around,
take a week or so.

Call me.

Tell me something I
don't already know.

It's either that, leave town,

or get your ass busted
day in, day out.

Got it?

Loser.

- Paramount Hotel.

- Marianne Jost?

- Just a moment.

I'm sorry, Miss Jost
checked out this morning.

- Did she leave a
forwarding number?

- No, she didn't.

- Okay, thanks.

- St.
Luke's-Roosevelt Hospital.

- Missus Joanne Jost,
she's a patient.

- Just a moment.

Who is this calling?

- Skyline Floral.

We're checking on a delivery.

- Missus Jost
passed away last night.

- Are the funeral
arrangements local?

- Just a second.

Yes, Plaza Memorial.

- Plaza Memorial.

Okay, thank you.

- Get out.

- Marianne.

- Get out!

Every time you come into my
life something terrible happens.

I thought I was rid of you.

What are you?

How did you?

I don't want you here!

I don't want you around!

I don't want you
around my mother!

Damn you!

Just get out!

Get the fuck out of my life!

Get out!

Get out of here!

- Look I'm sorry, John.

You shouldn't have come.

That's the way it is.

Marianne's been up all
night, crying and crying.

She wasn't there when
mother passed, died.

She blames herself.

It wouldn't have
made any difference.

She just slipped away.

Marianne's, I'm worried
about her.

- What do you give a shit about?

- God. Okay.

- It's.

- Don't try.

- How are you?

' Me?

- Yeah, you.

I can't think of anything, but
if there's anything I can do.

- I'm okay.

We've been expecting it.

It'll hit me later.

- I saw her.

- Who?

- Your mother.

I came into the room,
you were sleeping.

- Oh.

Well, I gotta get back because

Marianne's probably
flipping out.

- Sweetheart!

Shu Mai just delivered.

It's fabulous!

Have a little snack with us.

- No, thanks.

- I told Ann you'd be on time.

Tis called, he said before 10.

He said you were right.

- About what?

- Undercover cop, not a narc.

The Park murder.

Jealous was straight on that.

You hear anything more about it?

- Remember the time that
cop called here?

Wanted to know if we
had nose candy?

And Ann says,

Ann says, John Candy?

John Candy.

- What's wrong, Baby?

You look like shit,
something's wrong.

- No, no, it's nothing.

- You can't fool me,
I can read you.

- There's nothing to say.

You're leaving me.

After a few more
months, Sayonara!

You too.

John, John who?

What the hell was his name?

It's not exactly like
I got a pension plan.

- That's not fair, is that
what you think?

Look, you hate cosmetics!

- I know.

- And who even knows
what's gonna happen?

- I got a friend, a DD.

Got into lapidary,
I'll introduce you.

- What the hell is he
talking about?

- Gems, you know,
crystals, diamonds.

- Anything more about
the Park murder?

- What is it with this?

- Stay away!

- Look, if you want to
come in with us, fine.

We can make room, right?

It's no big deal, there's room.

- It's not what I want.

- Well, that's what I said.

- This
is Ed, you gotta come.

- Damn it.

Don't answer it.

Just let him call all day.

- It's all right.

- I don't want to deal with it.

- I'll handle it.
- I'm sorry.

- If he gives you
any shit, fuck him!

- No, forget it.

- Don't forget about
Tis.

Ann needs that contact.

- Give it a rest.

Eddie.

- You scum!

- Fuck you!

- You low life dealer!

- Personally, I don't
give a shit.

You can go kill yourself,
I don't care.

But you OD in here,
it's a problem for me,

you understand?

- I put a hex on you, man!

- Oh fuck you!

FUCK you!

- What are you doing?

Gotta get permission?

Gotta check with Mama?

- No, I'm calling your brother.

The lawyer up in Bronxville.

I'm gonna tell him to come here,

you told me so much about him.

- Tour, you can't do this.

Please, I'll give you anything.

I'll give you money.

- Martin Jeer, please.

Thanks.

- He doesn't understand!

- Personally I
recommend Hazelton,

it has the best all
around programme.

- Why are you doing this to me?

You're such an asshole!
- Martin Jeer?

I'm here with your brother Ed.

- Whose side are you on?

- I'm afraid there's
been a medical emergency.

You're gonna have to come.

Yeah, he'll be here.

Good evening.

- Good evening, sir.

- I'm here to see Tis Bruge.

- Your name, sir?

- John LeTour.

- A mister John LeTour
is here to see you, sir.

Certainly.

Penthouse, sir.

- Thank you.

- Tour!

- Thomas.

- Tour.

- Evening, Tis.

- Just in time.

We were out.

19. right?

- Right.

- Thank you.

That's 38 right?

- You got any hundreds?

- Some, not the whole thing.

- You got hundreds?

I like that about Ann.

Always takes the
time to grind it.

If you're going to do it,
do it right.

Looks like you could
use some help.

Mari, this is Tour.

You got any hundreds?

Not the talkative type.

Haven't seen her for years.

You know her, don't you?

Why they call me?

What a nightmare.

You want it or not?

- Yeah.

- See you later?

Tell Ann I made that phone
call for her, it's all set up.

Marianne?

- Where to?

- What?

- Where to, sir?

Where are we going?

- Nowhere just yet.

Let's just wait.

- You want to wait here?

- Downtown.

- Yes, sir.

- All news,
all the time.

This is 1010 WINS.

You give us 22 minutes,

we'll give you the world.

Here's what's happening.

The dragnet is still out for

those seven people who
allegedly made off with

$600,000 from the
city programme,

that was supposed to
renovate old buildings.

It's charged the money renovated

their bank accounts instead.

More arrest warrants
may be issued.

And this just in,

a woman has fallen to her death.

Police are withholding
identification,

pending the notification
of next of kin.

The incident happened
about 10 p.m.

According to the sources
on the scene,

there was no one else
in the exclusive

Grace Towers apartment
when the fall occurred.

Is the sanitation strike over?

The mayor says the
successful conclusion

of the negotiations is imminent.

- Who is it?

- It's John, John LeTour.

Can I see you?

- What time is it?

- It's important, Teresa.

- You should
call, make an appointment.

- Open the door.

You're up anyway-

Teresa please.

- Do I know you?

- We had a session last week.

What do you see?

- John.
- Look at me.

What do you see?

- Okay, just a minute.

I see death.

- Someone I know died tonight.

- This was not an accident.

This person was murdered.

- Am I in danger?

- There's danger around
you, it's very close.

God, I'm tired.

- What should I do?

- I don't know, I can't see it.

- Please.

Is this it?

Has my luck run out?

- NO.

No, you're fine.

Don't be afraid.

Come on, go home.

- What do I owe you?

- Nothing, forget it.

You're fine.

- Ninth precinct.

- Bill Guidone, homicide.

- Hold on.

- Guidone.

- This is John LeTour,
remember me?

- Yeah, laundromat.

Your father's got
big connections.

- You told me ask around,

tell you something
you didn't know.

It ain't much, but
it's something.

- Go on.

- A girl died last
night, Lexington Avenue.

- Yeah, the
jumper, druggie.

- The news said she was
alone in the apartment

when she went out,
but she wasn't.

It's a cover-up.

There was someone else there.

- Who?

- Who owns the apartment?

- You there?

- That's all I know.

You told me to tell you
something, I told you something.

" Manny?

- LeTour.

- Jealous, Jell, SOB's.

Burning Spear.

- How did you get in?

- Cc.

- You buying?
- How's product?

- How much?

- No, I got a problem,
I need a piece.

- Piece, piece of what?

Piece of candy?

- Agun.

- When?

- Now, anything.

Am I talking too fast?

- How much you spend?

- The rate.

What've you got?

- Manquito.

- We got trade,
detective special.

Nobody wants 'em,
bought it from a cop.

- How much?

- Four, including me.

- You're fucking me.

- So what?

- Where is it?

- Come on.

The hundreds, Franklins.

- How do I use this thing?

- It's a gun, man.

- Yeah, but is there something
special I gotta know?

- Look I've never used
one of these before.

How do you do it?

- Simple.

Put the bullets in,
point it at the bad guys.

Pull the trigger,
and they fall down.

- Are you okay?

Did you go to the
police station?

- She was back on drugs.

Really back.

They're gonna bring
her here, too.

I thought she was
playing for attention.

- I didn't know.

- You're not to blame.

You're not responsible.

- Look.

Recognise anyone?

- That's Tis.

- You know him?

- His father's a lawyer.

He did some taxes for Mom.

He was at the hospital.

What is that smell?

- It's me, cologne.

I'm a sucker for that
cheap aeroplane stuff.

Did she mention him yesterday?

- It was his apartment,
what are you doing?

- I don't know.

- She jumped.

I know you loved her but,

I know this is gonna
sound terrible,

but she was, she
ruined everything.

Bad luck.

- Sorry about last night.

- Our prodigal son.

- Something came up, TCTE.

- TC what?

- Too Complicated To Explain.

I gotta show you this.

I'm 400 short from last night.

You can take it out of my pay.

- Look, this is family.

Are you saying that to
hurt my feelings?

It's not money.

- We had a graphic
artist make it up.

You know Billy, Five Towns.

- Oh, sure.

Classy, very Katmandu.

- Kath-mandu.

- Whatever.

Well, it's good, I like it,
It's nice.

- Tis called twice.

He wants you to come by.

- I don't want to go.

The suicide and all, I
think we should stay away.

- Can't, he's the connect.

I don't wanna fuck with this.

- Oh, come on.

- Johnny, it's business.

- Let Robert go.

- Tis doesn't deal with fags.

- Since when?

- Since always, he just
is, so he's a bigot.

So what? So's everybody.

- I don't want to go.

I got a bad vibe.

- He said you.

- Why?

- You go, he's your contact.

- He is.

- You giving orders?

- No, Missy.

- Come with me.

The two of us.

- Sure.

Why not?

For old time's sake,
Ann and Johnny.

- Stop it.

You're breaking my heart.

- Robert, call the car.

- It's gonna be so strange
not doing this.

I mean I've had it, I'm fed up.

- You're really gonna do it?

You're really gonna quit?

- I think so.

I'll seal this thing with Tis,

turn it over and put
everything into cosmetics.

You gotta take chances in life.

No risk, no gain, as they say.

And anyway, I've got
my retail connections,

here and in Europe.

It was great when we started
out, though, wasn't it?

- Greene Street years.

- Yeah, before deliveries.

When you were still using.

I should write a book.

Did I tell you somebody asked
actually to write my story?

A ghostwriter.

But,

my lawyer freaked I even
took the meeting.

Of course it was impossible.

Everybody thinks I've got
such a glamorous life,

but they don't know.

I mean, you know.

Glamorous, yeah.

Well it was actually, once,

before crack came and
fucked everything.

- I gotta stop at my
place for a second.

Why?

It's completely out of the
way, they're expecting you.

- I got a bad vibe about Tis.

- Chill on this, will you?

It is routine.

- I wanna get my lucky jacket.

- Oh, okay.

That took you long enough.

What'd you do, douche
while you were at it?

- Ann, you got some
mouth on you.

- You don't want to know
where it's been.

What is that, you
have cologne on?

It smells like that stuff
they give you on an aeroplane.

- It's for you.

- You shouldn't use it,
it's got chemicals in it.

It's terrible for your skin.

What are you doing?

- Do me a favour.

- What?

- Don't ask why, promise?

Promise?

- What?

- If anything should
happen to me,

write her and tell her.

She's my sister.

Her husband's in San Quentin.

She worries.

- Okay-

- I thought we were
going to Tis'.

- We are, he's here.

You can't very well
expect him to be

at his apartment after
what happened yesterday.

- Mathis Bruge, please.

Tis? This is Ann.

Yeah.

- So where's Tis?

- Ann.

- I told you greasy fucks,

I don't deal with guns.

When I see a fucking gun I walk.

How fucking dare you?

And I don't know who the fuck
you are you little beaner,

but kiss my fucking ass.

That's it Tis, you shitball.

Where the fuck are you?

I know you're in there.

God damn it!

Look, you take a
lesson from this.

You want to deal with me you
owe me a fucking apology.

Come on, let's get the
fuck out of here.

- Hold it.

Stop right there.

- NO.

Sorry about the guns.

- What the fuck are you doing

this macho shit for?
- They were for emphasis.

I was just trying to
make a point.

My fuck up.

I apologise.

Assholes.

- Really?

- What a nightmare.

We'll take care of that
thing tomorrow, same terms.

Sorry.

Go on, leave, you're upset.

I just need to talk
to Tour a sec,

about the police matter, right.

Tour and I need to get
our stories straight.

Someb0dy's talking
to the police.

- I'm sorry, Ann.

I just have to talk to Tis.

Go down and I'll meet
you at the car.

We came together, we're
leaving together, come on.

- Thomas.

Don't be stupid.

Get out, leave.

I had nothing to do
with Marianne.

She jumped.

She was there and she was gone.

Nothing will happen to Tour.

- Go on, Ann.

- Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

- Tour,

don't be crazy.

Stop now.

Stop, please.

Tour, believe me.

I didn't have anything
to do with--

- Teal.

Jones.

And LeTour.

- Hi.

We got 20 minutes.

You look terrific.

- I look respectable.

So what's the news?

Sentencing's supposed
to be in 10 days,

and because of circumstances
and our cooperation,

they say it won't be more
than five years,

maybe seven.

It hasn't been so bad.

It's a relief in a way, so far.

I've been writing, and reading.

- I love your letters.

- Good.

- I didn't know you could
write like that.

- How's business?

Is it still Akasha?

- It's still Akasha.

Robert quit.

He went back to dealing.

I guess he thought he was

gonna make more money
and work less.

So it's lucky the way I got
mixed up in the investigation

and everything, because
now I really

have to go through with it.

It's cosmetics after all.

- Did we ever fuck?

- What?

- You know, make love?

- There was that
Christmas party.

Everybody got so stoned and--

- NO.

- You came over and
crashed at my place once

and we slept together.

- We were naked?

But?

- We tried.

- I was thinking about it

and I realised we
never really did.

It's one of the things
I think about.

One of the things
I look forward to.

I've been looking forward.

- Me, too.

It's strange how things work.