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I could have lied there forever,

but the phone rang.

Hey.

Hello. Hello.

Good morning.

Is this Mr. Rosow?

Um.

Uh, Mr. Rosow?

Eh.

Yeah.

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

I said, I'll pay the bill tomorrow.

I promise.

No, no.

Not that kind-- not that kind of attorney.

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

Mm.

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?

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?

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.

It says Banquo on my buzzer.

Oh.

I thought you were Rosow.

I thought you needed a PI.

Touche.

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

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

Oh, a business associate

of ours with the NYPD.

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

Good guy.

- He was. - Yeah.

Pappy.

Pappy.

What exactly did he say?

Uh, just-- we know your history,

Officer Rosow.

He was very complimentary.

Gus Pappy. Funny guy.

Um, but--

Hold on.

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.

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.

Where's Drexler?

MISS CHARLEY : I'm sorry,

Mr. Hewitt's in a meeting.

May I take a message?

Who's the kid?

MISS CHARLEY : I'm sorry?

Yeah. Me, too.

Who's the kid?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You should have told me this was one of those.

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.

I'll have Mr. Hewitt call you.

Yeah, right. Thanks.

It's allright.

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.

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.

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

Sorry about that. I'm almost done.

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?

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.

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

and mothers away with children.

MISS CHARLEY : Rosow, does

your cell phone have a camera?

- A - camera in my phone?

Would you please purchase one?

Mm.

Go to a cellphone store,

get a cell phone with a camera.

Send us photographs of the man you're following.

- I - don't have a computer.

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.

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?

All right, Rosow.

Transmit an image of the receipt.

Will my new cell phone receive images?

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.

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.

The merciless

pressures of warfare develop highly

specialized types of planes.

Dropping of grenades and hand bombs

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

Javier, do you mind if I play some music?

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.

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.

It's from a woman at the bar.

She wants you to know her name is 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.

Another drink for you?

No. Come on.

-No. -Come on.

I can't.

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.

Oh.

Ah.

Slow dance.

May I have this dance?

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.

Oh.

Hello, Drexler Hewitt's office.

Hey, Charley.

Is Hewitt in?

MISS CHARLEY : No, Rosow.

He is not.

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 : Guessing, Rosow?

Guessing, Miss.

Charley.

We haven't received the image yet.

Oh, yeah.

I forgot.

I'll do it right now.

This is instantaneous, right?

MISS CHARLEY : 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.

What do you want, Rosow?

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

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.

Tell you about myself?

Nothing too personal.

MISS CHARLEY : I'll tell you

one thing about myself, Rosow. -Goody.

MISS CHARLEY : One thing only.

What is it?

I'm hanging up the phone now.

Your loss.

Your loss.

This is some prime real estate.

-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?

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?

Come on.

Trunk.

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

I hope you can breathe in there.

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

I heard that.

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.

Good doggy, OK? OK.

Good.

You're good. All right.

How you doing, my friend?

How's your stomach?

It hurts.

Can I offer you some coffee?

Delicious.

Sure.

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--.

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.

I think so.

Our friend here was just leaving.

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 : Hold on.

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.

Of course I will.

And some more money, too.

Where's Harold Fullmer now?

Harold Fullmer.

- Mm-hmm. - That's his name.

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.

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.

More money in it than you've ever earned.

I don't do that sort of thing.

How's $500,000 sound?

I can wire the money into your checking account

when the subject is delivered.

Delivered to whom?

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.

Well Mr. Rosow, that's not your problem.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

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.

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.

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.

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?

- 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.

All right, all right. All right.

Hello?

It's Hero Furillo.

I just dropped off your guy at Union Station.

You, uh, need a ride?

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.

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.

May I have your attention please?

K-9 passenger, David Dupree, please report to.

David Dupree, please report to.

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.

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.

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.

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?

We're on the 50th floor.

50th floor?

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? - OK, baby.

The Murry's on Broadway.

Murray's on Broadway.

Stand clear!

The tower's coming down!

Where are you,?

The other tower just went down.

Went down, taking towers down.

Another tower went down?

Yes. Which one?

Which tower went down?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

If you insist on smoking, boss,

I will have to ask you--

Oh, OK.

OK.

Hey.

Thank you, boss.

Oh, you are most welcome.

And please stop call me boss.

I am not Bruce Springsteen.

You can drive now.

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

- Who's there? - Boo.

Boo who?

Don't cry.

It's just me.

Bam.

Hey.

-Hey. -John.

-They made you a lieutenant? -I know.

Lieutenant Pappy?

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.

Hey, Miss Charley?

-Yeah. -Do me a favor?

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.

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.

About your wife.

They told me about her.

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

Yeah.

Um, thanks.

I, uh--

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? - Sure.

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

Bad news.

Want a hit?

Yeah.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.