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ROSOW (VOICEOVER): I could
have lied there forever,

but the phone rang.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hey.

Hello.
Hello.

[PHONE RINGING]

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Good morning.

Is this Mr. Rosow?

Um.

HEWITT (ON PHONE):
Uh, Mr. Rosow?

Eh.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Yeah.

Hi, I'm Drexler
Hewitt-- an attorney.

I said, I'll pay
the bill tomorrow.

I promise.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): No, no.

Not that kind-- not
that kind of attorney.

You're Mr. John Rosow-- aren't
you the private investigator?

Mm.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Yup?

OK.

I want you to board
the California Zephyr

at 7 o'clock this morning.

There will be a middle
aged man on board.

We've had someone tailing
him from the east cost

and-- well, it doesn't matter.

Now we need a fresh face.

You mean your spy got spot?

HEWITT (ON PHONE):
Yeah, I guess.

Now, we have reason to believe
the middle aged man-- well,

the subject, let's call him.

He's on his way to Los Angeles.

I'd like you to follow him.

Wherever he goes, whatever
he does, easy as pie.

Understood?
-Zephyr is wind, right?

HEWITT (ON PHONE):
I think it is.

Yeah.
Wind.

My secretarial will be coming
by your office in 10 minutes.

And you can reach me here at
this number, 24 hours a day.

I get paid for this?

Sure. $500 a day plus
expenses, not including gin.

[LAUGHTER]

It says Banquo on my buzzer.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Oh.

I thought you were Rosow.

I thought you needed a PI.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Touche.

Let's try to level a retainer
and some expense money for you.

Hey coach, how'd you
get my name and number?

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Oh,
a business associate

of ours with the NYPD.

A buddy of yours from your
past life, Gus Papitos.

Good guy.

He was.
HEWITT (ON PHONE): Yeah.

Pappy.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Pappy.

What exactly did he say?

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Uh,
just-- we know your history,

Officer Rosow.

He was very complimentary.
[DOOR KNOCKING]

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Gus Pappy.
Funny guy.

Um, but--

Hold on.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): He
recommended you highly

and he feels that--

Who's there?

Miss Charley.

Miss Charley who?

Miss Charlie, an associate
of Drexler Hewitt.

May I come in?

Take it easy, Dexter.

[TRAIN PASSING]

How did you get here so quick?

You were on a conference call.

I know how to keep quiet.

There was some guy
in the building.

Opened the front door for me.

I bet he did.

It's a little early in
the morning for flirting.

Uh.

Hey, you got a good arm.

You're pretty now, but
you use to be a tom boy.

You got three older brothers.

Perceptive.

Yeah.

No, I played with dolls.

I was an only child.

Open the envelope.

He's got an OK face.

Chicago, LA.

Any other questions?
-Yeah.

What makes this Drexler Hewitt
think I'll tail this this guy

without any more information?

Good day, Mr. Rosow.

So far, I guess. [BURP]

[CRYING BABY]

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Where's Drexler?

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): I'm sorry,

Mr. Hewitt's in a meeting.

May I take a message?

Who's the kid?

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): I'm sorry?

Yeah.
Me, too.

Who's the kid?

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE): I don't
know what you're talking about.

You should have told me
this was one of those.

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE):
You'll have to talk

to Mr. Hewitt about this.

I can't help you.

Yeah.

I would've charged
more if I knew.

He's hiding in plain sight.

His door's open like he's no
more on the lam than I am.

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE): I'll
have Mr. Hewitt call you.

Yeah, right.
Thanks.

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

It's allright.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

What can I get you?

Sir?

Sir?

Hm?

Chicken, fish, or
vegetable lasagna.

You pick one.

Chicken.

Martinis any good?

Well, you mix them yourself.

We have mini bottles.

One gin, one vermouth,
with olives and ice.

Everything but the olives, sir.

Sorry about that.

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

CONDUCTOR (VOICEOVER):
The 8 o'clock

dinner is now being served.

8 o'clock dinner in the dining
car is now being served.

And here's your
pennant race update.

Manny Ramirez has tied
the game with a home run.

Here.

OK.
Why don't you go this-- come on.

Excuse me.

[TRAIN SOUNDS]

[MUSIC FROM HEADPHONES]

[TRAIN BRAKES]

DRIVER: Hey you can't, uh--
you can't smoke in here.

Sorry about that.
I'm almost done.

[INAUDIBLE] We have
to follow someone.

What is he, uh-- he's
a friend of yours?

What's the difference?

That, uh-- we don't do that
kind of thing in LA, you know?

It's too much hassle.

Look.

OK.

But I have to report all
this to the dispatcher,

and the dispatcher-- he has
to report it to the police.

OK?

--[INAUDIBLE] My guy's
cab is pulling out.

You see it?

Yeah, I see it.

Hey, you think $20 buys
you smoking privileges?

I don't hear you on the
radio reporting any of this.

I pick my spots.

No hurry.

Looks to me like your friend
is going to Santa Monica.

Do you know Saint Monica?

No.

DRIVER: She's the patron saint
of widows, unhappy wives,

and mothers away with children.

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): Rosow, does

your cell phone have a camera?

ROSOW (ON PHONE): A
camera in my phone?

Would you please purchase one?

ROSOW (ON PHONE): Mm.

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE):
Go to a cellphone store,

get a cell phone with a camera.

Send us photographs of
the man you're following.

ROSOW (ON PHONE): I
don't have a computer.

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE):
You don't need one.

You send it through
the cellphone,

the one you're going to buy.

And make sure to
keep the receipt.

ROSOW(ON PHONE):
Uh, can I just, uh--

transmit an image
of the receipt back

to you instead of
keeping all the pieces

of paper all over the place?

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE):
All right, Rosow.

Transmit an image
of the receipt.

Will my new cell
phone receive images?

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE): Why?

Oh, you've sparked my
imagination, Charley.

-Hi.
-Hey.

I hear you have rooms here.

You have a reservation?

Unexpected visit.

-How many in your party?
-No parties.

How long will you
be staying with us?

As long as he does.

As long as who does?

Uh, that man who
just checked in.

He had a little boy with him.

So you know man,
or you know the kid?

Oh.

All right.

All right.

You know what?

I'm just going to be
honest with you, Missy.

My name's not Missy.

Wh-what's your name?

MABEL: Mabel.
-Mabel.

Right.

This man-- the man who
just checked in-- he's

my best friend.

So?

I'm worried about him.

He drinks too much.

I see.

See what?

I have a friend in AA, is all.

Yeah.

Well, he's-- I just want
to be close to him so I

can hear if he needs some help.

I mean, really, I don't
want to get you in--

Trouble's my middle name.

Room 101, right next door.

Thanks a lot.

I mean, really.

It's uh-- it's an ugly thing.

Hey, I'm going to
need a rental car.

Can you arrange that?

Done.

ON TV: [SHOOTING]
[EXPLOSION] The merciless

pressures of warfare
develop highly

specialized types of planes.

[EXPLOSION] Dropping of
grenades and hand bombs

lead to a new and terrible
instrument of war, the bomber.

[BOMB]

MAN (THROUGH WALL): Javier, do
you mind if I play some music?

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN (THROUGH WALL):
Do you like jazz?

I love jazz.

When I traveled on business,
every city I'd go to

had a jazz club.

And I'd stay up all night.

And I couldn't go when I was
home because my wife was only

interested in classical music.

Ah, just listen to him play.

What power.

You love Stravinsky.

Who doesn't?

You know Stravinsky?

I do now, but you're
still strangers.

Strangers?

No.

Chambers, Special
Agent Ann Chambers.

This is my partner,
Special Agent Tom R. Craig.

We've been watching you.

You have a sad
disposition, Mr. Rosow.

Oh, sit still and
let them examine you.

That's what I always say.

Well that's a really
funny motto for a guy who's

always running from everything.

You know, you're going to be
need some sunglasses out here.

We have a couple extras
from our 7-Eleven excursion.

Would you like a pair?

You're not trying
to bug me, are you?

No.

We just got carried
away at the 7-Eleven.

It's the Slurpees, right?

No, for you it's the beer.

Be nice.

Here.

Yeah.
I got them for $2.

They shine in the dark.

Ah ha.

Brilliant.

Sunglasses that
shine in the dark.

$2 though.

It's a hard deal to pass up.

Well gee, I get paid $1,000
a day to tail this guy.

How about you?

You know, some of us
in here, Rosow, aren't

really doing it for the money.

So are you really
a private detective?

That's what they tell me.

We were just
talking about that.

We didn't know they still had
those-- private detectives.

Well you know what?

If I call 911 and
tell them I got

a couple of peeping
toms in my alley,

we can make it really big scene.

Scare someone away.

Hmm.

You know, the thing is you
you-- you really just don't know

what you're dealing with yet.

That's all.

My partner's right.

You better stay
sober for this one.

Well, I'll drink to that
when you two vamoose.

Good evening.

Hi, how are you?

What have you here?

I, uh-- I hear they got
phones that take pictures.

Oh yeah, we got
plenty of those.

Oh yeah?

You saw the special though,
what happened, right?

-No, I didn't.
-OK.

We got plenty.
-Is this uh, balloons?

We got balloons.
It's a special everyday.

Especially for you.

Let's me just get some
phones out for you.

What-- did you have anything
in mind specifically?

Yeah.
A phone that takes pictures.

OK.

And now, I'd be cheating you
if I didn't tell you that we

have top of the line phones.

George Lucas bought
this one right here.

-George Lucas?
-He's a famous guy.

I don't know.
-Yeah.

He's a director, or
producer, or something.

-What's your name?
-Me?

-Yeah.
-Boo Boo.

Boo Boo.

Yeah.

Uh, I just want a phone
that takes pictures, Boo Boo.

OK.

Hey, don't you see
the walkway there?

What?

There's a walkway over there.

You can't just cross
wherever you want.

I could give you a
ticket for jaywalking.

A ticket for jaywalking?

You mocking my job, dude?

No.

I mean, you're a cop, right?

Let me see your ID, please.

You're from New York?

Originally, yeah.

OFFICER: Now, we do
things different here.

It's because of the
earthquakes, right?

OK.
Lay off the jokes, guy.

Was that supposed to be a joke?

Sure.

Well, we're in Hollywood, OK?

We leave the entertainment
to the super sales.

I suggest you go home.

There's no smoking on
the promenade, fuck wad.

Jesus Christ.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[CELL PHONE BEEPING]

It's from a woman at the bar.

She wants you to know
her name is Lana.

LANA: May I?

Hey.

You're not one of those gals who
uses sex as a weapon, are you?

No.

I don't like violence.

That's good.

Are you like
everyone else here?

You in show business?

No.

I'm in the hide
and seek business.

No.
That is a game that kids play.

Yeah, but if you add some
money to it, it's for adults.

And what are you
doing right now?

Hiding or seeking?

Right now, I'm drinking.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Another drink for you?

No.
Come on.

-No.
-Come on.

I can't.
[INAUDIBLE]

What's wrong, Mark?

Are these kind of
games you're into?

No.

They're for work.

Come on.

It's all right.

Want me to cuff you up, huh?

You want to cuff me up?
-All right.

LANA: Oh.

[CHANGES RADIO STATION]
-Ah.

Slow dance.

[OLDIES MUSIC PLAYING]

May I have this dance?

ROSOW(VOICEOVER): Lana.

I never did figure out if
that was her real name.

Maybe it was, just
for the night.

She ended up passing
out on a pillow

and sleep talking into the dawn.

She was asking her mother for
the extra special blueberry

pancakes.

There was a lot of cursing.

[CAMERA SHUTTER]
-Oh.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE):
Hello, Drexler Hewitt's office.

ROSOW (ON PHONE): Hey, Charley.

Is Hewitt in?

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): No, Rosow.

He is not.

ROSOW (ON PHONE): I would have
told him I'm still in contact

with the subject and the boy.

Presently tailing them south
to Mexico, I'm guessing.

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): Guessing, Rosow?

ROSOW (ON PHONE):
Guessing, Miss.

Charley.

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE): We
haven't received the image yet.

ROSOW (ON PHONE): Oh, yeah.

I forgot.

I'll do it right now.

This is instantaneous, right?

[BEEPING]

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): What is this?

Who is this?

It's just a trial run, Charley.

I just want to make sure the
new technology really works.

Don't hang up on me, OK?

You're always hanging up on me.

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE):
What do you want, Rosow?

Gee, I just want you to talk
to me for a little while.

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE):
And why would I do that?

I'm here on the
old, spooky desert

highway following
some defected bastard

with a poor little Mexican boy.

You and me, we work together.

I figured you could
find a couple of moments

to tell me something
about yourself.

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE):
Tell you about myself?

Nothing too personal.

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): I'll tell you

one thing about myself, Rosow.
-Goody.

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): One thing only.

What is it?

MISS CHARLEY (ON PHONE): I'm
hanging up the phone now.

Your loss.

Your loss.

[TURNING UP RADIO VOLUME]

This is some prime real estate.

[TURNING OFF RADIO]

-Hey, baby.
-Hey.

It looks like you
need a light, huh?

I got.

Hero Furillo.
Hello.

-Yeah.
-Nice.

Uh, I already got customers.

I know.

So what do you want?

Where are you taking them?

Please.

I'm working.

Nah, you keep it.

You might want to
call me sometime.

I got my cell phone on there.

Look, I got this new cellphone.

It takes pictures.

What do you want
with those two?

An American man, a Mexican boy.

You see what I mean?

Yeah.

Well, I'm not allowed to
talk about destinations.

I can get in big trouble.

I don't know you.

Where you from?

What do you care?

[LAUGHTER]

What is a guy
from New York doing

all the way out here, huh?

If you must know, it's
because New York is crazy now.

I used to have a place on West
4th Street for $400 a month.

You can't even get a place in
Red Hook for that much anymore.

It's crazy.

The guppies took over.

It's--

You lived on West
4th by the cage?

Yeah.
Why?

You've been there?

I grew up on Minetta Lane.

Get the fuck outta--
get the fuck outta here.

-Yeah.
-No shit?

You know, that's where they
shot the movie, "Serpico."

-My dad knew Serpico.
-Get the--

The real Serpico.

Yeah, he grew up on
Perry and Greenwich.

Get the fuck outta here.

Get the fuck outta here.

Get outta here.

-Yeah, yeah.
-No shit.

Yeah.

Let me ask you something.

Did he really have one of them
big dogs like in the movie?

Oh, yeah.

Right.

But I can't remember.

I was just a baby.

Because in a movie, Serpico's
got one of them big dogs,

you know?

Like the kind in "Peter
Pan" that goes flying

through the air with Wendy.

Uh-- no, that's a
flying Saint Bernard.

Saint Bernard.
Saint Bernard.

Yeah but Serpico's dog
was one of them shaggy

dogs with the hair in the eyes.

You telling me that's
not a Saint Bernard?

I don't think so.

I think you might be wrong.
Yeah.

I'll Google it.

Yeah, I'm gonna
Google that shit.

Look, I'd love to talk
movies, and New York,

and dogs, and googolplex
configurations all day long,

but we got to make a
decision here, all right?

I'm not going to get
you in any trouble.

I just want to know where
this man and the little boy

are going.

You looking to
hurt somebody, man?

No.
No, I'm trying to help somebody.

Here.

Take this money and telling
me where they're going.

Santa Reyes.

It's through the hills
and is down by the ocean,

but the only way to get
there is to follow me.

And--

That's what I had in mind.

Everybody's going to see you.

I mean, everybody's
going to see you.

You-- you stick out
like a broken nose.

You make money at this shit?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah?

Well, this $500 bill
says that I'm smashing.

-$500?
-Yeah.

Or is that against
the rules, too?

I'm no cabbage head.

I know that cabs
are expensive in LA.

You get this half, and I'll
give you the other half

when we get to our destination.

Now, come on.

Pop the trunk.
-What?

What are you crazy?

ROSOW: Come on.

Trunk.

You're putting me in a very
idiosyncratic spot here.

I hope you can breathe in there.

ROSOW: Oh, I had apartments
smaller than this in New York.

I heard that.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm open.

I'm open.

Hey, here's the other half.

Which way did they go?

Uh, I can't see anything.

-Take your glasses off.
-Oh.

Thank you.

(WHISPERING) Good doggy, OK?
OK.

Good.

You're good.
All right.

[BEEP]

[CAMERA SHUTTER]

[BEEP]

[CAMERA SHUTTER]

[GRUNT]

[SPANISH SPEECH]

[DOG BARKING]

[SPANISH SPEECH]

[DOG BARKING]

How you doing, my friend?

How's your stomach?

It hurts.

Can I offer you some coffee?

Delicious.

Sure.

[SPANISH SPEECH]

GUARD: [SPANISH SPEECH]

In the meantime,
if I may inquire,

what are you doing
sneaking around in the dark

on private property?

You upset my dog.

Are you with the FBI?

The FBI?

No.

I'm with myself.

I'm not after you or your dog.

So it's Harold?

Harold?

Uh, yeah.
Right.

Harold.

I'm just trying to figure
out what Harold's doing--

He works for us.

For the orphanage.

He goes out, and he finds
children who are in trouble,

and he brings them here.

He's saved the lives
of countless childrens.

Harold could be the only
saint I've ever met.

Saint?

That's correct, my friend.

So that's all?

That's why you're here?

That's it.

Would you like some
sugar or some cream?

Uh, no.
No.

That's-- thanks.

This is good, right?

Having coffee together?

Every day, good mood.
What can I say?

Oh, it's terrific today.

Oh?

It was great.

Over at place called
Punta Abreojos.

Punto-- I know what that means.

What's Abreojos?

It means, open eyes.

It means I can see you, man.

Oh, man.

I like you, brother.

Well that's great.

I like you, too.

I don't have any reason
to but I just like you.

Sometimes, that's
just the way it goes.

Sometimes you meet somebody,
and you don't like them.

That ever happen to you?
-Sometimes.

That's why I don't go
out a lot, you know?

People-- they can hurt you.

My wife-- having some
trouble with her, you know.

So I stay by myself
a lot of times.

It's OK.

Aw, man.

You're a nice guy.

I'm going to have
to take your phone

and delete the photos
in the gallery.

Oy.
That's-- [INAUDIBLE].

You know, if I didn't like
you, I'd take this phone

and I'd just smash
it into the wall.

I appreciate that you don't.

Man, that's a good shot of me.

Too bad.

[BEEP]

GUARD: [SPANISH SPEECH]

I think so.

[BEEP] Our friend
here was just leaving.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Take care, my friend.

And please tell whoever
is wondering about Harold

that he's doing fantastic.

He's a very virtuous man.

Do you know where that
diner is out of town?

The truck stop?

Let me talk to
Coach Hewitt, please.

MISS CHARLEY (ON
PHONE): Hold on.

HEWITT (ON PHONE):
Drexler Hewitt.

His name is Harold.

He's not a pederast.

Why am I finding out things
that other people already know?

You have to give
me more information

before I go any further.

HEWITT (ON PHONE):
Of course I will.

And some more money, too.

Where's Harold Fullmer now?

Harold Fullmer.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Mm-hmm.
-That's his name.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Well, why don't you tell me why
I'm following Harold Fullmer,

and I'll tell you where
I'm following him.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): OK, OK.

I have a counter
offer, Mr. Rosow.

Why don't you retrieve him
and deliver him to New York.

New York?

No.
No, thanks.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): More money
in it than you've ever earned.

I don't do that sort of thing.

HEWITT (ON PHONE):
How's $500,000 sound?

I can wire the money into
your checking account

when the subject is delivered.

Delivered to whom?

HEWITT (ON PHONE): His wife.

She's my client.

She loves him.

She misses him.

She just wants to talk to him.

She must want to
talk to him real bad.

That's a lot of money.

He might turn tail and run
again after a couple of words.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): Well Mr.
Rosow, that's not your problem.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

HEWITT (ON PHONE): We thought
that with your history

you'd comprehend the situation.

You could sympathize.

You would understand.

I don't understand anything.

OK, he's coming back now.

I get it.

What do you want
me to say to him.

MAN (ON PHONE): Just say hello.

Hi, Rosow.

I just decided to stay
in your motel room

for 24 hours waiting for you
to come back to my loving arms.

MAN (ON PHONE): There you go.

All right.

I convinced him that I
was lonely and desperate.

I don't think even he believed
I was that lonely and desperate.

MAN (ON PHONE): Just
pour him a drink.

Are these the kind of
games you like to play?

No-- well-- it's
not what you think.

Hey, I promise I
got no idea at all.

I don't know what you're doing
or who you're working for.

I work for myself.

Who was on the phone?

But it's-- ex-boyfriend.

How long have you been here?

You work for Harold?
Hewitt?

Don Edgar?

The Feds?

No, no, no, and no.

Ow.
You're hurting me.

Yeah.

Come on, Miss Lonely Hearts,
tell me something I don't know.

Huh?
-Papitos.

Gus?

Let me go.

You work for Gus?

-(WHISPERING) Let me go.
-Pappy.

Oh, shit.

Care for a cocktail?

I sure do.

It's been a long night.

Oh, Gus.

Ah!

Ow.

Damn, that hurt.
Oh.

[PHONE RINGING]

ROSOW: [GROANING]

[PHONE RINGING]

ROSOW: All right, all right.
All right.

Hello?

HERO FURILLO (ON PHONE):
It's Hero Furillo.

I just dropped off your
guy at Union Station.

You, uh, need a ride?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT (VOICEOVER):
May I have your attention,

please?

This is the first call for
flight on Air South 572.

Services to San Diego, now
boarding on Terminal D.

ROSOW: You saved my bacon.

You better be doing the
right thing here, man.

Yeah.

I mean it.

You know, I'll probably
never see you again,

so it's not like I'll
ever really know.

But you better be doing
the right thing, Holmes.

You know?

I like to think that
you're on the right side.

Serpico's side.

'Cause that's the
side I want to get on.

I wish it was that simple.

Oh, don't give me that, man.

Come on, don't give me that.

I won't let you down, you know.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: May I
have your attention please?

K-9 passenger, David Dupree,
please report to [INAUDIBLE].

David Dupree, please
report to [INAUDIBLE].

Aren't you a little
tired of trains?

Do I know you?

You recognize me, all right.

I've been following you.

But why?

I'm getting paid.

Oh.

For the money.

Why's the FBI tailing you?

I don't know.

Well, I'll try
another question.

You ready to come
back with me, Harold?

Back to your wife?

Absolutely no.

If you don't come with
me, I'll cause a ruckus.

I'll scream that you robbed
me or propositioned me.

I'll probably punch you.

The miso soup will
go flying everywhere.

The little waitress
will call the police,

and we'll both get
arrested-- which

is fine for me but not for you.

If I were you, I'd
rather talk to my wife

than the authorities.

And you can start
by talking to me.

I find children
that are in distress,

and I take them to a safe haven.

Doesn't anybody
miss these kids?

The world is filled with
children no one wants.

This last kid in Chicago--
he seemed OK enough.

Javier?

He was in 20 porno films
before I found him,

and he tried to
kill himself twice.

His mother had eight
children, husband gone.

Someone offered her $1,000
to take Javier into America.

Feed him, clothe him, enroll
him in a good Catholic--

Allright, all right, all right.
That's enough.

We got a plane to catch.

I can't fly.

ROSOW: What?

You heard me.

No, we're not taking a
train back to New York.

Those sleeping cars
are like coffins.

New York?

Yeah.

You're going back to her.

She's worried about you.

I don't like flying myself.

I'm not a big fan
of New York neither.

Why?

What happened in New York?

Sometimes when you try
to make things better,

you end up just
making them worse.

All that bullshit.

Harold, what about
your wife, huh?

You don't just drop out.

The life I lead now is the
very contrary to dropping out.

Most people can't
wait to get home

to house, to their apartment.

Shut the door, and
turn on the TV.

To me that's dropping out.

ROSOW: Nah.

I never felt myself
as a civilian.

This kind of life, being
missing-- it suits me.

It all changes so fast.

One day, I was one person.

Then came the explosions,
and I was another person.

Some things are too
terrible to be true.

Explosions?

Didn't they tell you?

No, what?

Tell me what.

I worked in the
World Trade Center.

I barely made it out in time.

I ran down those steps
out of the North Tower.

I haven't seen my wife since.

You were a missing person?

I am a missing person.

I thought of calling home
and trying to tell her

I was all right.

I couldn't do it.

I didn't know why.

The next day, it
occurred to me that she

probably thought I was dead.

I was relieved.

She'd always think
of me as a hero

of sorts-- a reluctant hero.

How the hell do you do that?

How do you leave
your wife like that?

We lost a child, Megan
and I. A kidnapping.

It changed everything.

Nothing was right after that.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's terrible,
but still-- still.

[AIRPLANE OVERHEAD]

FLIGHT ATTENDANT (VOICEOVER):
Ladies and gentlemen,

if you'll look
outside your window,

you'll see the lights of
New York city coming up.

We're about a half
hour outside of JFK.

The weather is beautiful.
It's a warm--

Hey, baby.

What floor are you on?

WIFE (ON PHONE): We're
on the 50th floor.

50th floor?

WIFE (ON PHONE): We
have seven people here.

We can't get out.

Babe, don't worry.

The guys are on
the way there now.

They'll be running
up there, too.

You're gonna see me
before you know it.

OK?
WIFE (ON PHONE): OK, baby.

POLICE SCANNER: The
Murry's on Broadway.

Murray's on Broadway.

[YELLING] Stand clear!

The tower's coming down!
[SIRENS] [INAUDIBLE]

Where are you, [INAUDIBLE]?

The other tower just went down.

Went down, taking towers down.

POLICE DISPATCH:
Another tower went down?

POLICE SCANNER: Yes.
Which one?

Which tower went down?

[SCREAMING]

Does my wife know
what I've been doing?

How much is she paying you?

Hey, do you have any
idea what it's like to be

abandoned by somebody?

I have an idea what it's like.

Hey, just shut the fuck up.

I'm tired of you.

Excuse me, may I have
another Bloody Mary?

Sorry, we're on our descent.

You better make it a double.

ANNOUNCER (VOICEOVER):
The white zone

is for the immediate loading and
unloading of passengers only.

No parking.

Charley.

I didn't know you'd
be accompanying us.

Terrific.

Trust me, it wasn't my idea.

Sorry to hear that.

The Seymour Hotel, midtown.

DRIVER: That's not what
the lady said, boss.

Why?

Are you going to
listen to the lady,

or are you going
to listen to me?

What are you up to?

DRIVER: You can not
smoke in here, boss.

It was a long flight.

Give me a break, kit kat.

I thought we were going
straight to me wife.

Why the Seymour?

I have some business
to take care of.

I want to make
sure it goes right.

DRIVER: Sorry, boss.

You cannot smoke in here, boss.
-OK.

I'm glad you're here, Charley.

I could use your help.

Closing out the ninth inning
has never been my strong suit.

I'm still trying to
find your strong suit.

Oh, but I forgot you
never played baseball.

DRIVER: If you insist
on smoking, boss,

I will have to ask you--

Oh, OK.

OK.

Hey.

DRIVER: Thank you, boss.

Oh, you are most welcome.

And please stop call me boss.

I am not Bruce Springsteen.

You can drive now.

DRIVER: So is this your first
time in New York, buddy?

[LAUGHTER]

[DOOR KNOCKING]

ROSOW: Who's there?
GUS: Boo.

Boo who?

GUS: Don't cry.

It's just me.

[LAUGHTER] Bam.

Hey.

-Hey.
-John.

-They made you a lieutenant?
-I know.

Lieutenant Pappy?

[LAUGHTER]

This is crazy.

Yeah, it's crazy.

Do my eyes deceive me?

Gus?

Harold.

The homecoming gets larger.

How'd you know?

A little birdie.

Lana sends her love.

-What love?
-I know.

I owe you an explanation.

Give me a drink, will you?

I was responsible for you, John.

You were my recommendation,
so I had to send Lana down

to keep an eye.

I was hearing some
weird stories about you.

I had to make sure you're still
compos mentis, you block head.

God, it's good to see you.

You're so serious.

Move along.

Shove off, sailor.

Whos' Lana?

-You weren't in on that?
-No.

Who is she?

This lady.

She dropped Gus' name.

I didn't see a connection
so I did some ogling.

You found out that Gus worked
on our case, the kidnapping.

I did.

And then Gus called
and volunteered to help

out when we got to New York.

It didn't work out
the way we wanted,

but Gus was a good
man throughout.

I still have some bad
nights about that, Harold.

You know I do.

I'm sorry it's going
down like this,

but Miss Megan--
she's beside herself.

And then she finds out
you're still alive.

I mean, you can imagine.

What are you doing here, Gus?

I'm going to
babysit you, Harold,

while John and Miss
Smiley over there

take care of some business.

Who's side are you on?

Who's side am I on?

I'm on your wife's side.

Don't you think she's
been through enough?

Besides, I got a soft
spot for New Yorkers

who stay in New York.

[LAUGHTER]

Hey, Miss Charley?

-Yeah.
-Do me a favor?

[DOORBELL]

Hello?

Mr. Rosow, I presume?

Sit down, please.

I'm sorry about the darkness.

I'm afraid I've become quite
a bit of a cave dweller

over the past few years.

Please don't do that in here.

I'm sorry.
-Why?

It's all right.

It's a nasty habit.

I should quit.

I like your place.

It's very nice.

Thank you.

Can I get you anything?

Some water, coffee?

Nah, it's all right.

I don't think your maid
likes me very much.

MEGAN: What makes you say that?

Uh, I was just
kidding, I guess.

I'm sorry.

I'm not sure I got your joke.

I've never had any dealings with
private detectives, Mr. Rosow.

I've seen them in
Bogart films though.

Was that one of
those kind of jokes?

Those dry and sardonic
detective jokes?

It was my sad attempt.

So you make jokes
and smoke cigarettes.

Do those ancient customs make
you more efficient, Detective?

Probably not.

But I'm not really a Detective
on this case anymore, am I?

I'm more what you would
call a delivery boy.

Don't underestimate
your value, Mr. Rosow.

How did you find
out Harold was alive?

A friend ran into
him in Mexico.

Of all places, some small
village on the west coast

Mexico.

Impossible, I thought.

She was certain.

She swore it was
Harold, despite the fact

that the medical
examiner just ruled him.

Where is he?

Where is my husband?

He's close by.

He's OK.

But uh, I gotta tell you--

Why is he not here with you?

That was the agreement.

It's about the money.

We can arrange for more.

I-I-I don't want more money.

I want what I'm owed up front.
Now.

Beforehand.

Paid on delivery is
what I understood.

Um, Mrs. Fullmer,
Harold's not the same man.

He's different, you know?

I mean, I didn't
know him before--

Everything is different.

Of course Harold is different.

I just want to
make sure he's OK.

And I know when he sees
me, he'll remember--

he'll remember himself.

So I'll write you a check.

I-I-I understand you.

I really do.

But uh, sometimes when you
try and make things better--

I know you do understand,
because they told me about you.

Oh.

MEGAN: About your wife.

They told me about her.

And-- Mr. Rosow, I'm
very sorry for your loss.

Yeah.

Um, thanks.

I, uh--

MEGAN: Sorry.

No.

Uh, thanks.

Whatever my chances
are, I need to take them.

Uh, could you make
the check out to cash?

I'll deliver Harold
tomorrow morning

after this check clears.

Yes.

And tell him one thing
for me, Mr. Rosow.

Will you?
ROSOW: Sure.

Tell him, I can't
wait to be with him.

ON TV: [BASEBALL GAME]

Bad news.

Want a hit?

Yeah.

[INAUDIBLE] Well,
that kid blocks

a play like Thurman Munson.

I drank too much.
Harold's gone.

Well, you'd think
I'd drink too much.

Too much to bring this
guy back to his wife.

You were banking on that.

Lana almost pulled it off.

You always did like your
conspiracy theories, John.

Sure you don't want a pop.

Oh, no.

You have a couple of
scallion pancakes still?

Knock yourself out.

Don't forget the sauce.
-Yup.

Yum.

I do miss the takeout Chinese.

There's no place good in
Chicago that delivers.

I could have told
you that, and I've

never even been in Chicago.

What about the pizza?

They got that
Chicago style, right?

Yeah.

They got the Chicago
style pizza, sure.

But you know what that is?

And I just found
this out myself.

It's just Sicilian style.

It's just a different
name for Sicilian.

We went out to Di
Fara's the other night.

We got seven pies.

I think he's still making them.

The boys miss you, John.

We all miss you.

How long have you been on
Drexler Hewitt's payroll?

Here we go.

You get paid by Mrs.
Fullmer to find Harold,

but you get paid even more
by Hewitt not to find Harold.

Is that it?

So you hire me to bring
him back to Mrs. Fullmer.

But you hire me
more for Drexler,

because you figure
I'll muck it up.

You got a napkin?

I earn my money.

You get the medics to forge
Harold's death certificate--

With Harold officially
dead, case closed.

All the insurance and
compensation money

gets collected, and the
estate gets divvied up,

and Drexler Hewitt gets his
piece of the Fullmer pie.

I'm sure you got your crumb.

But then-- ooh.

A friend of the Mrs.
sees Harold in Mexico.

Harold wasn't coming back.

He's gone.

He might as well have been dead.

It's high time she figured
that out for herself.

Why do you care?

9/11 families were
paid by the government

according to how
much the victim would

have earned in a lifetime.

I know.

And Harold was a
big deal broker.

That's a lot of money.

Enough for a greedy lawyer
to want to make sure

he stays dead.

So Drexler bought
you to help him.

He knew how much Mrs.
Fullmer trusted you.

Listen John, Harold
wasn't going to stay home.

He's nuts.

His old lady's a kook-job.

All that money for what?

It's crazy, people like that.

They're not like us.

She just wanted to
talk to him, Gus.

I'm going to need you
to leave your cell phone.

You got all those
nice pictures on it.

Oh, well.

I have a feeling it was
going to get old anyway.

GUS: Oh John, one more thing.

Your old buddy,
Don Edgar, taking

care of all the
little kiddie-widdies

down in Mexico way.

What about him?

GUS: That orphanage is a front.

Don Edgar, the most major
dope dealer in Tijuana.

Yeah, that's right.

Whether Harold knew it
or not, he was in cahoots

with a very bad hombre.

JOHN: I don't believe you.

No?

It's true.

Why you think the FBI
was snooping around?

Christ.

What happened to those kids?

Don Edgar says he sends
them back to their families.

Right.

And I'm Tinkerbell.

You seem upset, John.

What are you thinking?

You thinking you want to
come over here and hit me?

No.

I'm just trying to remember
what I ever saw in you.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[TENOR SAX SOLO]

[APPLAUSE]

He give you any trouble?

-No.
-He was very nice.

No trouble at all.

Hey, put your
hands on the table.

Now.

He plays like an
angel, doesn't he?

Tomorrow morning,
you go back to her.

The gig is up.

This is the old reality, Harold.

You're in New York, you ain't
dead, there aren't any angels,

and the Mrs. wants to see you.

A matter of fact, she says,
she can't wait to see you.

You know about angels, Rosow?

ROSOW: Oh, I do?

I saw you listening
to the song.

Did you see him, Miss Charley?

-No, I did not.
-Yeah.

The music is OK, but
the service stinks.

We're empty here.
Where's the waitress?

Good morning.

[CARS HONKING]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

[HONKING]

DRIVER: Hey, what the fuck
are you doing, you idiot?

[LOUD MUSIC PLAYING]

Who's the saint who
looks after money?

I can't hear you.

Then never mind.

You got a problem
with me smoking?

No.

Come on.

I appreciate this, Charlie.

Oh, that's OK.

No.

I really do.

You want me to go up with you?

-I think I should go alone.
-OK.

Well, I've some business
with Drexler Hewitt, so--

Good luck.

Good luck.

[DOORBELL]

Memories flooding
you right about now?

Hmm?

No, not really.

Hey, listen to me.

There's no way you're going in
with this kind of attitude, OK?

You stand up straight.

You look happy to see her.

Come on.

Remember me, darling?

Is that you, sir?

Don't be rude to the lady.

I need to use the bathroom.

Hey.
This is-- what?

One of them recreations
of the famous painting?

Huh?

Kind of funky looking, isn't it?

Julian, Mr. and
Mrs. Fullmer's son.

He won the contest at
school with that piece.

Huh.

The theme was masterpieces
of American Art.

Julian was only 8 years
old when he painted it.

Hm.

Pretty good for an
8-year-old, I guess.

Don't touch it.

John?

John?

Let me go, please.

Please let me go.

ROSOW (VOICEOVER): You wake up
one day and you're an adult.

And all the people you
were just dreaming about

have gone and changed.

So you shake the sleep
dust from your eyes

and you say, was it really
so long ago that you

and I sat together in fun?

No.

Not so long ago.

But life goes by in
the blink of an eye.

Sobriety after all this
time isn't as bitter

as I thought it would be.

Recently, for a second or
two, I almost felt like things

were OK with the world.

Strange to feel that way
when you know there are

wars everywhere,
and everything's

going to hell in a hand basket.

But still I must
admit, for a moment

I felt some kind of peace.

Charley.

She finally said yes
to a date with me.

I have a confession.
I lied.

You were right.

I have four older brothers,
and I was an all-star shortstop

in the boys' Little League
three years in a row

until they kicked me out.

You remember when
it was like that?

When we were all together?

And I figured,
we'd play forever.

I had no idea.

ROSOW (VOICEOVER): She's not
a half-bad girl, Charley.

She's looking for a job now.

I told her, she could
be my secretary once I

got a few more assignments.

But she said, she didn't
mix business with pleasure.

I promised her I
was no pleasure.

Yuck, yuck, yuck.

Sometimes, I think back to that
day at Mrs. Fullmer's place.

And I ask myself, did
you do the right thing?

I don't know.

What is that, the right thing?

A police reporter
one said, that when

we pass beyond the lights
of a precinct station,

we go into another world.

A place beyond right and wrong.

I don't really mind
living this way.

Quiet, not much to say.

But sometimes, every
once in awhile,

I remember back
to when I had you.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]