All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S07E20 - This Old Spouse (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Al Morrow --

I own the quick and easy
body repair shops.

I see.

You need to talk
to a detective?

I think a guy
who�s living in my house

been doing armed gas station
robberies or whatnot.

That�s living
at your house.

Joey ficca.
Got a history of this.

Why is he living
with you?

My wife Sonya got involved

with this good samaritan-type
prisoner rehabilitation program.

She wrote letters,

we vouched for him
with the parole board,

put him to work
in one of my shops --

and then moved him
into your guest room.

She and him, in his room,
funny smells coming out.

They got towels
at the bottom of the door,

but you can still
smell the smells anyway.

Like burning styrofoam?

Yeah, it smells like that.
That some kind of drug?

Well, some people say that
that�s what crack smells like.

I�ll tell you, i�ve lost
so much confidence lately.

I played high school football.
I was a bowler.

But lately my spirits
are so low,

I can barely
drag myself to work.

How do you know
he�s doing these stickups,

this Joey ficca?

Every so often,
he�s throwing around cash,

offering to pay the mortgage
and every other damn thing.

I started
writing it down. Here.

There�s four
different dates there

when he started
throwing cash around.

All right, we�ll check those
against unsolved robberies.

I was worried
it was drugs.

My wife don�t wash, don�t
take the kids to school.

How long has this
been going on?

4 1/2 months
since he moved in.

Just 4 1/2 months.

We�ll talk to Joey ficca�s
parole officer, Mr. Morrow,

and we�ll check these dates
you gave US against our 61s.

Low as i�ve been
feeling lately,

I wouldn�t be surprised
if i�m slow on the uptake.

Hey, don�t be too hard
on yourself.

Your wife stays
in your guest room

smoking crack
with a convicted felon --

there�s got to be a million
good reasons for that.

Larry, you got that
wrapped up yet?

Diane, I want to give you
some token of appreciation

because they make US cover
the bad checks we take here.

I think someone�s
waiting for you.

Excuse me.

Here�s Larry.

Thank you so much.
Let me give you a hug.

I hope
I didn�t squish them.

That�s all right.
I�ll see you later.

Robbery -- yes.

Type of premises --
gas station.

Like you�re the school dunce,
this thing talks to you.

Weapon -- knife.

Assault -- yes.

Ask it to answer.

Let me put the dates in
and complete the profile.

Put the dates in

before I punch
this thing in its face.

With all the tedious
man-hours we�re being saved,

and yet you threaten
this machine.

Yeah, these three
are on the money

for the time frame,

plus the description
fits his ugly mug.

This with the weak description
is the right m. O.,

plus a woman
behind the wheel.

Saying the woman�s

that idiot Morrow�s
cracked-out wife.

We got three fits for this guy
robbing gas station attendants.

You cannot imagine
what a dufus the husband is

of the woman that is
this guy�s accomplice.

After 4 1/2 months
that she�s locked up

in the guest room
smoking crack with this guy

that returns periodically

throwing proceeds from
gas stations into his face

and probably brandishing
a bloody knife,

the husband�s suspicions
become aroused.

Boy, did we luck out.
Our system just went down.

Hey.

Hey.

Corrupted file --
whoo.

You lucked out.

Got a second?

Yeah, sure.

You need me, too?

No, that�s all right.

Corrupted files.

Makes everything sound
so dramatic.

What�s going on?

Darla, at freddy�s diner?

I�d gotten restitution
for her on two bad checks,

and I stopped
to give her the money.

I�m about to leave --

across the street, I know
I saw that Harry denby.

The narcotics
task force guy.

The guy with him
had sunglasses on

and his collar was up,

but I think
it was jill�s ex-husband.

Not dead.

You know, I, um...

I let Jill use my place
to meet him,

and that prick
stole bobby�s ring.

The body in that dumpster
had bobby�s ring on.

How�s it not him?

Denby took you
to the body?

And he said it was Don.

If the job was putting him
under deep cover --

if you reached out to denby,
would he tell you the truth?

He�d try to screw me
and get me to drink with him.

Everything else
is a question.

Did he see you
this morning?

I don�t know.

I�m not saying anything
to Jill, is one thing.

No.

We shouldn�t say anything
till we know what�s going on.

You going to reach out
to denby?

I�ll give it a little while,
see if he reaches out to me.

Thanks, Andy.

Sure.

Had to do with Bobby --
one of his possessions.

I see.

Yeah, that�s what
she was discussing.

Thanks a lot.

Sure.

So you want to go check out
these gas stations?

Yeah, let�s go
check them out.

I got a question in my mind
if i�m being bilked.

I�m Diane Russell.
Can I help you?

My house
is being repaired.

I was just concerned
if everything was kosher

or i�m being a fool.

I see. This is my partner
Jill kirkendall.

Timothy o�leary.

Why don�t we talk
in the coffee room?

This past week, I laid out
$18,000 to those fellas.

All right, we�ll get
all your information.

My son used to do
for the house,

but he�s moved away
to palo alto,

and i�m worried
i�m being a dupe.

Jill: Everyone�s a dupe
sometime or other, Tim.

Good, don�t tip me
10 cents,

son of a bitch
with full service.

Here. You talk.

Hey -- city detectives.
Are you ismail patel?

With 80% severed tendon

because I don�t want to be
safe behind plastic glass

because this
is how I am rich.

We�d like to show you photos
and see if you recognize anyone.

For who robs and stabs me,
for my 80% severed tendon,

for my genius boss
with full-service concept?

Brother.

Look at the photos,
Mr. Patel.

Recognize someone, you need
to tell US from where.

Or you�re going to beat me
with a bamboo cane?

Don�t put ideas
in our head.

There you go now.
Have a good look.

Knife-cutting
prick-face bastard...

Hey, easy, easy.

Filthy bastard
hand damage!

I�m taking that for him robbing
and cutting you, Mr. Patel.

Here, how about
any of these?

F-For driving car!

Aah!

Pig-nose screaming
bitch woman!

For a guy with a temper,
he�s got some good recall.

Ask him
why he cuts my hand.

When I give him my money,
why he cuts my hand then.

Why -- why --

why -- why --

why she drives away.

Okay, Mr. Patel.

He hurt my hand so bad.

Hurt them, too, for me.

Odds on it�s those
Scottish gypsy hustlers.

Travelers. I want them
out of the precinct.

How about the state?

You�d like
to get them on video.

On the stand, the old man
would get picked apart.

They�re going by for more
money this afternoon?

Buy materials to fix the leakage
problems in the basement.

Call taru. See if they
can set up video in time.

Sure.

And if you don�t
collar up,

maybe these guys
need to hear

how pretty
Pittsburgh is in spring.

I don�t know if I could
pass for tim�s niece.

No, I got it.

Detective Russell?

I�ll call taru.

Detective denby.

Hi.

Is that right?

Just popped
into your head?

I�ve been okay.

I said i�m okay, denby.

It�s your dime. Am I supposed
to entertain you?

No, that doesn�t sound
like fun to me.

Look, how about we start with me
taking three minutes lost time,

and i�ll talk to you
in front of the station house?

Yeah.

All right.

These are
the strangest events

I have ever
been associated with.

Easy, Sonya.

Yeah, our sprinklers go off
when people tell whoppers.

I cannot believe you let
these assholes in.

That�s the price you pay

for consorting with
the non-convict element.

I have no idea what that
pipe paraphernalia is.

Hank, this one
goes in the pokey.

Hank: Sure.

We�ll consult
on your language, Joey,

as soon as it won�t
make a spectacle.

Then remember I told you
to take a douche.

And where
am I supposed to go?

Why don�t you take
Julie Andrews

into interview three
while I take a leak?

I�ve never pretended
I was Julie Andrews.

You had me fooled.

Come on, Sonya. Confide
in me who Julie Andrews is.

Hey. You got a minute?

Why don�t you
close the door?

I need a solid, Baldwin.

Sure.

I�m going to be talking

to a guy on the street
who�s on the job.

His name�s Harry denby,
and I need him followed.

All right.

No way you get hurt
on this.

You wouldn�t
put me there.

He�d recognize
anyone else.

If you see him
with this guy --

his hair
would be red now.

If denby meets him,
I want you to call me.

I need to know
who this is?

I�d rather not say.

Tell me
when to be outside.

Yeah, i�ll let you know.
Thanks a lot, Baldwin.

Open?

Joey first?

That hatchet-face broad

got to be 15 years older
than him.

Think there�s something
to that?

Maybe he�s a mama�s boy.

Maybe dad
didn�t understand.

Maybe i�ll go at him
like that.

This is bogus.

What, Joey, the room?

Nothing.

Nothing�s bogus to Joey.
To Joe, it�s all very real.

Yeah. Try throwing me off.

Go ahead, Joe,
leap up on the table.

Calling me a monkey.
Trying to break me down.

How about the roof? You want
US to throw you off that?

I stand a beating, buster.
You can count on that in spades.

Who beat you, Joe?
How good do you remember it?

�cause i�ve found,
as time goes by,

we think we stood them
better than we did.

Pissing ourselves,
crapping our pants,

crying and begging
them to stop --

all that goes hazy.

Don�t confuse me with
someone you�re talking about.

Having trouble
concentrating.

Joey, sit down.

Hey, can you explain
cutting all those people

after they gave you
their money?

That�s what my partner�s
so upset about.

No, your partner,

he�s got a,
sadistic streak of sadism.

Sure.
Make me the issue, Joey.

You inch dick.

You know that poor nitwit
that you cut?

He don�t get to use
that hand again.

Being a towelhead
makes it a hate crime.

But you cry about me.

You don�t
hear me crying.

Joey, just what you did,
without extenuation --

the hate-crime aspect --
that gives you 25

without no extenuating
circumstance.

Like you would
look for those.

Why? You got something
on the cutting motive?

Here we go with
the extenuating circumstances.

You know that you�re
a sick, sadistic bastard?

Hey, don�t waste
your time with me.

You cry
on his shoulder.

"Boo-hoo-hoo
with my extenuation

and my poor troubles
as a toddler."

You ever get burned,
asshole?

Don�t you
call me asshole,

or i�ll beat you
till you beg to die.

Have your father burn you
with lit cigarettes

up and down your back?

Is that what happened
to you?

That justifies robbing
six gas stations

that we know about.

You ever have
an addictive drug habit?

I was a hope-to-die drunk
for 20 years, you twerp,

and I held
an honest job.

He�s going
to justify robberies

behind a drug habit.

Just shut up, all right?
Just leave me alone!

I�m trying to figure
the cutting.

You don�t know nothing!
You don�t understand nothing!

Not even the difference
between crack and booze!

I understand robbery
behind a crack habit,

but call me stupid,

�cause I don�t understand
the cutting.

Here! Here!

Easy, Joey.

He burned me,

and he cut me,
all right?

All right, Joey.

And i�m an American citizen,
all right?

You sick,
sadistic bastard!

What�s going on,
denby?

I like to think of this
as our spot.

Boy, you don�t let
a day go by.

Referring to what?
I don�t let a day go by.

To you looking bagged.

Well,
a day missed loaded

is a day wasted.

Why�d you call me?

I had this sudden urge.

I don�t do good
resisting those.

Now what?

Now?

I ask you how you been,
what you been up to.

Pass.

Okay.

I ask was that you
across the street

this morning
at freddy�s?

Yeah.
I was at freddy�s.

You were across
the street?

Yeah. I saw you
from across the street.

Is that when you got
the sudden impulse?

That�s what
brought it on.

Denby, you know how stupid
this conversation is?

I liked it
when you watched me drink.

You should work
on being embarrassed.

If you were drawing up
a list, though,

wouldn�t
you put that low?

I�m not watching
you drink.

And drinking with me --

that�s out
of the question.

You�re
a self-centered prick.

Before my slowness to shame,
my self-centeredness?

Things you�d like me
to work on?

Don�t do anything
for me, denby.

Don�t even move
if a car comes.

What an asshole.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

Thanks, Danny.

Certainly.

May I feed your fish?

Be careful.

What did he want?

He knows I saw him.

Acts like all he wants to do
is drink with me.

Was he drunk?

I don�t think he was.

Made a show of putting
a mint in his mouth.

He used to love
breathing booze in my face.

If don�s alive
and denby�s got him undercover,

why wouldn�t denby
cop to that?

Maybe the other guy
turned denby.

You saying denby�s
working with Don?

It�s been known
to happen.

God.
My god.

What�s the matter?

This,
this prick. This jerk.

Who?

You know Ronny croyzen
from highway?

No.

Stops my cousin
for speeding.

When my cousin says
she�s got family on the job,

croyzen says
it�s already written up.

Complete dickhead.

Unbelievable.

Anyways,
baldwin�s following him.

This is going to be
something, you know?

Yeah.

I�m not comfortable
keeping Sorenson out of it.

Yeah. I�ll tell Danny.

I�ll tell him
right now.

Yeah, �cause i�m not
comfortable excluding him.

It�s too soon
to tell Jill.

Duh.

Caught.

Doing what?

Not drinking coffee.

Being we�re in
the neighborhood,

before,
when you brought me coffee,

I specifically
did not ask for that.

There. I�m done
on that subject.

Um...

When jill�s ex-husband
was jammed, Danny,

I got halfway involved

trying to help Jill
steer through.

Which you�re
supposed to do.

Well, I got involved

with that task force
asshole denby

and letting Jill
use my place to see Don.

It was a mess,

and there was no point
handing you a bag

telling you about it.

Was the story right
that he jumped protection?

Actually, it looked
like Don got murdered

shaking down these dealers
he was working for,

but that didn�t circulate --
protecting jill�s kids.

Also the right thing
to do.

Now, though, Danny,

it looks like maybe

this denby
that verified Don died,

he doesn�t have to be
telling the truth.

What, the job
has got Don under?

Unless don�s got
denby there.

Does Jill know?

No. Jill doesn�t know.

I mean, I can�t imagine
she�d know.

No. Absolutely.

Anyways, this is
going somewhere, Danny,

and neither me or Andy
wanted to keep it from you.

We�d always
be leaving our desks.

Yeah.

Explained
the context to me

of your earlier
explanation, Diane --

your previous
conversation.

So should we go talk
to this cracked-out Sonya,

or do you want to linger
a while breaking my balls?

After you.

I guess
we ought to get ready

to go
to Mr. O�leary�s.

Okay.

I�m a mother
with children.

What is going on here?

Have a seat, Sonya.

Never been
in a police station before.

Had my honeymoon
in Bangkok.

Bangkok.
No kidding?

Is this the mutt?
Al the mutt?

Did al the mutt
call the s. P. C. A.?

Yes, Sonya,
and we at the dog pound

would like you to know,

you being a mother

and all the places
that you vacationed

before you became a skelly,
strung-out crackhead

running with some scumbag
that robs gas stations

holds no interest
for US.

He�s out of
his mind!

Sonya, these are
gas station attendants

that your boyfriend
Joey ficca robbed and cut

over this past month.

Joseph ficca stays
at our house

to get back on his feet
in the outside world.

The house that
al the mutt paid for

and lives
down the hall in

while you and Joey
smoke crack

with the towels laid out
in the guest room.

I have no idea
what Joseph ficca does

when he leaves the house.

A station attendant picked
out a woman in the car.

You�re her.

It was mistaken identity.

Well, maybe Joey
forced you, Sonya.

Maybe you were in that car
against your will.

Don�t talk
about my will.

Everything is against my will
right now.

I�m in a nightmare
hallucination.

Yeah?
That must be rough.

My last period of time

has been a horrible
downhill fantasy.

Maybe you put the brakes on
giving US Joey.

Maybe he made threats
against your children

to force you
or the like.

I don�t know.

I don�t know.

I don�t know
if I can quit.

Hey, stupid...

Joey is a collar
no matter what.

He is out as a source
regardless.

You might as well
give him up.

All right.

All right.

I�ll describe
his activities.

And you�ll support me
on this?

He threatened the kids!

Did I hear John saying

Harry denby
was calling you?

Yeah. -

what�s that about?

About denby
having a wrong idea

based on thinking
with his dick.

Just called
out of the blue

to hit on you?

That�s a name I can live
without hearing again.

How you doing
with that, Jill?

With Don?

What do you mean?

You know, um...

Adjusting.

You know.

It�s a big adjustment.

You know how it was
with Bobby.

Absolutely.

Not that i�m saying

Don and I had
the same relationship.

No. I understand.

Handling what to say
with the kids --

that they shouldn�t expect
to see him again,

but not saying
exactly what�s gone on.

It�s a real big
adjustment.

Yeah.

Anyways...

Thanks for asking.

Sure.

So the leak in the roof
is fixed?

Yeah. The roof
is completely fixed.

And the wiring?

And the wiring.

But now the basement
needs sealing?

Ha ha.
So many questions.

I�m just
so grateful to you.

He told me you said

the house could have
caught on fire.

Whole place engulfed in flames
within 15 minutes.

You never told me

you had
a beautiful niece.

After this,
everything should be okay?

I think so.
The house is in good shape.

Right here.
This is the problem.

Boy.
Wow. Look at that.

Is it bad?

The foundation is porous also,
Mr. O�leary.

What?

It�s like upstairs.
It�s allowing water in.

If it goes unchecked,

you could saturate
your whole substructure.

His substructure?

And that�s not good.

I�ve seen people
let something like this go

because they think
it�s just water seepage,

then six months down
the line,

they have the entire house
raised up on blocks

and a new foundation put in.

Uncle Tim.

It�s a good thing
we caught this.

So what�s
the next step?

We need more supplies.

This is in addition
to this check?

Right. Then we�ll get
right on it.

I�m so glad you came
into my uncle tim�s life.

How about dinner,
and we�ll call it even?

He�s terrible.

You want US to get
in front with you on this?

In front with US?
No, we�re okay.

You just be backup.

Police, my friend.
I think we got a problem.

I just made
a delivery, buddy.

Hey, Jimmy!

Police! Freeze!
Get down on your knees.

You want more, my friend?

�cause I got more for you
if you need it.

You all right?

I�m good. Thanks.

Gary laird is it?

Or do you prefer Vince Murphy,
pat Vaughan,

or Paul Finley?

Gary�s fine.

Looks like you�ve made it
a whole calendar year

without getting popped
for a con.

I�m a legitimate
repair specialist now.

I�d like to know
what my cousin and I

have got popped for.

For falling off
the wagon, Gary.

You ran a game
on Tim o�leary

to the tune of $18,000.

My cousin and I
provided him

legitimate services
that we were paid for.

Actually, Gary,
a city building inspector

said no real repair work
was done.

Says all you did
was silver spray-paint

his roof and wiring.

I�m sorry Mr. O�leary�s
unhappy with the work.

Squeezing water on the floor
to make it look like a leak --

we got that on videotape.

Maybe we could come
to an agreement

adjusting the price down.

Yeah, why don�t you
adjust it down

to full restitution,

and you and your cousin
get on a bus?

There were legitimate costs
of materials in that $18,000.

Why don�t you throw
the spray paint in for goodwill?

I can be back with the cash
in a half-hour.

My cousin will stay
for good faith.

Is there the smallest chance,

under this enormous,
unfamiliar pressure, Gary,

you might leave
your cousin

hanging by his thumbs?

Why don�t we spare you
testing your family loyalty?

Have one of the other scumbags
you work with

deliver the money.

We can do it that way, too.

Good, the ostrich.

My suspicions
were born out.

And cars could be more
than a passing fad.

He�s suspecting that, too.

You spoke with your wife.

Got no appetite. I brought her
different sandwiches.

You left them
with the guards?

They said they�d
keep an eye on them.

Yeah, I wouldn�t give them
sandwiches another thought.

Did you get your wife
a lawyer, Mr. Morrow?

He�s coming to the arraignment
toMorrow morning.

Don�t you think the judge
may toss the charges,

Sonya being held in duress?

The judiciary --
who knows?

Duress how, al?
In what sense duress?

He threatened the children,
this ficca.

That�s why she had
to comply.

Al...

Al of al�s body repair.

Anyways...

�cause I know you look
long and hard at life, al,

i�m going to explain
to you that sometimes

US crime stoppers
suggest to the perpetrator

some bogus excuse
they can use

just to get them
to say that they did it.

Then we let the d. A.
Take the excuse apart in court.

All they�re left with
is their confession.

What�s the connection
to Sonya?

What�s the connection, al?

With this scumbag ex-convict
she got involved with

from the goodness of her heart

threatening the children
so she�d have to

smoke drugs with him
and Rob that gas station

and the judge
tossing the charges out?

I�m saying
with the d. A.,

you want to keep
your legal representation.

Even with the case
looking good?

Yeah. You want to keep
all your powder dry.

Thank god i�ve got the means.
Money�s not a problem.

Yeah, swell.

Anyways, Mr. Morrow,

probably get home
to your kids.

I�ll tell you,

I could have wound up today
feeling good and guilty,

Sonya in the cell.

I could have felt
like a real homewrecker.

He�s married to her, Andy.

Time comes, you face
the truth about people.

How�s it going?

Where you been?

Yeah, I was on lost time.

How�d we do in there?

They�ll make restitution,
those scummers.

You should have seen
your partner on the street.

Yeah?

I employed
my anchor takedown

on one of these scummers.

Yeah?

Anyways, you got a minute?

Sure.

I�d just as soon not talk
under andy�s prying eyes.

Any prying these eyes
were capable of

ended several years ago, pal.

The owl
has left the building.

I-I really need
to get upstairs.

What�s medavoy�s
anchor takedown, Jill?

Where he wraps his arms
around some skel�s waist

and holds on
for dear life?

I�m taking the fifth.

Certain circumstances,

"exhaust
the fleeing perpetrator"

happens to be
very effective technique.

Someone looking to score
ought to wait

outside that citibank
over on ludlow,

bop denby going in.

How many times
did he go in?

Met two different guys
at the minetta,

went to the citibank
each time afterward.

Someone should wait outside
that citibank and bop him.

How about that asshole?

Denby met him 20 minutes ago

around the corner
from freddy�s.

That one gave denby
a gristedes bag.

Denby bought a bunch
of scratch �em lottery tickets

and scratched them
on this guy�s back.

Then they split up.

Couple criminal masterminds.

I guess it�s a pretty
complicated situation

where you can�t explain
what this was about.

You know, this guy...

It is.

It�s,
it�s pretty complicated.

That one�s got
some ugly dye job.

You don�t think half-ass
blond-red is his natural color?

Anyways,

thanks ever so much,
Baldwin.

You�re welcome.

Thanks a lot.

You mind leaving first?

Sure.

Anyways...

Couldn�t help
your cousin?

No, his buddy at highway
couldn�t help.

You mind staying
for the restitution?
Yeah, I got it.

I got to go home.

Diane: Sure,
you go ahead, Jill.

I can work it
with Diane.

15th squad.

Night, Jill.
Good night.

Good night, Jill.

Take care.

I couldn�t
for a couple hours.

Some of US still work
our jobs, asshole.

Yeah, okay.

I can�t wait.

Let�s hear about it,
tough guy.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Thanks, John.

Denby: What,

summarizing, Diane,
in a nutshell,

can we say about life?

It becomes more tawdry,
dangerous,

filled with more stupidity.

Our eyes go.

Faculties in general,
decline.

We keep an interest in sex

but begin to shoot blanks.

What we cannot say,

Diane, is that life
gets less interesting.

We can�t say that

and look at ourselves
in the face

as honest men and women.

Could you stand
a drug-toss, denby?

Taking that, as I do,

as some weird form
of sexual overture,

to hear you make that
now that I shoot blanks

is sickening and tragic.

Coke, denby?

You got a romance
going now with coke?

Offering two ways more
of describing life,

am I right?

You stopped caring
if the job catches you?

Two more ways would be
"sickening" and "tragic."

Maybe you think
you�re bulletproof.

No man is bulletproof,
Diane --

no person of either sex.

No primate can defy
the well-aimed shell.

What are you doing?

What are you doing, denby?

Before you struck me,
I was going to say,

given tawdriness,

given our tendency
to fall apart,

what we could call moral
and personal entropy,

but acknowledging
simultaneously

that life keeps its interest,

how about,
as we decline,

having comfort
as a goal?

For example,
what is there to hate

in some person
or persons unnamed

having lots of money
to drink with

and to otherwise piss away
in some exotic locale?

You come into money, denby?

I have had this vision

of unbearable intensity

that I am destined
to win the lottery.

That�s how all those
cartel boys got rich.

Say I did come
into money, Diane.

Would you consider
the two of US

scarring our livers

till they were masses
of useless fat

in Suriname
or the Falkland Islands,

called by the argentineans
by some different name

that presently escapes me,
or anywhere else

of your choice

which does not extradite
to uncle Sam?

I promise you, denby,
hurt anyone I care about,

and I am going
to ruin your party.

I�ll put a bullet
in that brain you wasted.

For god�s sake, Diane,

let�s not lose decorum
at this late juncture.

Like friends
we�ve both known,

let�s not lose our heads.

Yeah, who was that guy

you showed me in the dumpster
that lost his head?

Diane,

there�s so much
doubt in life.

I thought that was
the one thing

we were sure about.

I�d like to drink.

I wish I was drunk
so I could shoot you right now.

It would thrill me
so much

to see you drink, Diane.

I believe
i�ll roll those dice.

We could even live
on some cruise ship

that was discreet
about where it docked.

I�ll kill you.

Look in my eyes,
see if i�m kidding.

Do you really think
i�d care?