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* You may have

* Lots of money

* All this in vain

* You may own a golden land

* But it won't stop you
from cryin' *

* Understandin'
and a whole lotta love *

* Is what you need

* You're livin' in a world

* Of confusion

* That encroach on every side

* They wonder how come

* Oh, even wonder why

* You better stop

* Consider humanity

* They'll free more angels

* And abusin' their liberty

* Some brought up without
a father and mother *

* Didn't have enough love
to keep 'em out of troubles *

* Understandin'
and a whole lotta love *

* Is what you need

- * Can I get a witness?
- * Yeah

- * Can I get a witness?
- * Oh, yeah

- * Can I get a witness?
- * Yes

- * Woh, a witness
- * Oh, yeah

- * Can I get a witness?
- * Yes

- * Can I get a witness?
- * Oh, yeah

- * Can I get a witness?
- * Yes

- * Woh, a witness
- * Oh, yes

- * Let me hear you say it
- * Ooh

- * Let me hear you now
- * Ooh ooh

- * Let me hear you say it
- * Ooh

- * Let me hear you now
- * Ooh ooh

- * What you say, gov'ner?
- (phone ringing)

Benny: Hello?

Paul: Hi.
Gary gave me your number.

Thought you might be
the right guy to talk to.

I got the red vinyl
of "Bird Blows the Blues."

You got "Bird Blows the Blues"?

Paul: Yeah, Charlie Parker.

I know, Charlie Parker.

You got the red one?

Paul: Yep.

What kind of shape's it in?

Paul: It looks perfect to me.
No scratches.

But there's no...
there's no cover.

Yeah, it was made before
they started to make the covers.

Paul: I don't know anything
about records, but...

it's in the white
record sleeve.

Okay.

I'm gonna want
to buy that from you.

Let me call you right back.

- $5.
- (phone ringing)

- Hello?
- Hey, it's Benny.

That kid call you?

Yeah, he says he has
"Bird Blows the Blues."

Gary: That's why
I had him call you.

Where do you know
this guy from?

Gary: He comes in the shop
and he buys stuff.

He's a nice kid.

Benny: You think he's legit?

I only know him from here,

but yeah.

I mean, he wouldn't try
to pull a fast one?

I mean, it could be
a fake or something.

Gary: He's not that kind
of kid,

not from any of
my business with him.

So why don't you buy it off him?

My customers don't buy
that high-end stuff over here.

Um, he said he'd give me a slice
if I helped him find someone.

Okay, thanks, Gary.

I'll talk to you later.

I would highly appreciate it

if you would let me go back
to sleep for like,

- five minutes.
- (purring)

Is that possible right now?

By highly appreciate it,
I mean, like,

it'll make me really,
really happy.

(horns blaring in distance)

- (voice on television)
- Did you eat?

I'm having juice.

Juice isn't food.

Well, I'm not hungry.

"Russia's
most recent move

intensifies the already
heated confrontation,

causing unpredictable
gyrations

of the Moscow
Stock Exchange."

(keys jingling)

(bell rings)

(indistinct conversations)

We can't keep skipping.
They called my mom.

Your mom's the most timid
little freak I've ever met.

What did she do, like
tell you not to do it again?

She told me she'd
take my phone away.

Yeah, for like ten minutes.

And she said that I was
disappointing her.

You could walk into a mall
and shoot like 100 people

and she'd never be
disappointed in you.

(bell rings)

Come on, please?

Don't make that face.

You're trying
to make me feel guilty!

I'm hurting inside!
That's what you're seeing.

Ugh!

You know,
I've gained some weight

and I'm not saying I'm fat,
I'm just not like ultra-skinny.

You shouldn't be
ultra-skinny.

I'm not saying
it's a bad thing

that I gained
five pounds.

(laughs)
It sounds like that's exactly

- what you're saying.
- No, I'm stating a fact,

I have gained weight.

And you're terrified
of gaining weight.

No, I'm terrified
of being fat.

If the scale said you've
gained five pounds, okay,

but I don't see
those extra five pounds

on your body.

(siren wailing in distance)

- (phone ringing in distance)
- (typing on keyboard)

New runner's here.

- Hi.
- Claire?

- Yeah. Hey.
- Phil. Hi.

- Nice to meet you.
- You, too.

- Come on back.
- Okay.

- Thanks for being on time.
- Yeah.

Today we're working
on a story

that's either a suicide
or a murder.

Yeah.
A few days ago,

a man was found by his
wife in their bedroom.

He was shot in the head.

So we'll go down
to the apartment building,

maybe talk
to some neighbors,

but our main goal...
your main goal

is to talk to the wife.

Well, I... I didn't realize
that we were gonna be

jumping into something so big,
you know, right away.

It's big
and it's not big,

depending
on how you see it.

Terrible things happen
every day in this city.

After a while, you start
to see all of it

as a consistent, dependable,
and unavoidable pattern.

(death-metal song
blaring on the radio)

- Whoops!
- (turns the music off)

I like to bang my head
a little in the morning

before coming into work.

Helps me get pumped
for the day.

What kind of music do you like?

Claire: Um...

Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan,
that kind of stuff.

So you probably
never listen to metal?

Claire: Um, no.

Yeah.

It's not for everybody.
(chuckles)

I mean, you can put it on
if you want. You listen to it.

- Phil: I'll play a softer one.
- Okay.

(metal instrumental blaring)

Phil: This is actually my band.

We're called Cock Killer.
I play bass.

(music playing)

- (footsteps approaching)
- (floor squeaks)

Morning, Ray.

Hey, I got a big day
going here.

I might be on a big score.

"Bird Blows the Blues,"
Charlie Parker,

a red vinyl. Real beauty.

Hey, I got a new shirt.
It's a nice shirt,

but I don't know
if it's my style.

What do you think?

- It looks good on you.
- Yeah, we'll see.

I didn't clean the fridge.

Benny: What?

Sorry,
I didn't clean the fridge.

Hey.

Listen.

I love you.
You're my good friend,

but you can't spend your
whole life on the couch.

You gotta promise me

you're gonna leave
the house today.

Even just a walk
around the block.

I can do that.

Good. Go take a shower,
take a walk.

We got fresh towels.
I washed the towels.

I said I could wash
my own towels.

I was washing the towels,
so I washed yours, too.

No problem.
Next time, you wash 'em.

Okay, thanks, Benny.

All right.

I'm gonna get us some coffees,
get us up on our feet.

- (bell rings)
- (door creaks)

Uh, two coffees.

Hey, what do you think
of this shirt I'm wearing here?

It's a good shirt.

Yeah, it's a good shirt.
I'd call it very fine.

But what matters is,
you know, how it fits me.

What it says about me.

Hey, Jo-Jo. What do you think
about the shirt on Ben?

It's a good shirt.

Benny: Obviously good shirt,

but am I supposed to be
wearing this shirt?

I think so.

Okay, that helps.

If you're telling
the truth, that helps.

You should wear that shirt.
It look good on you.

All the time.

That's all I hear, is just
Daddy this and Daddy that.

He's a wonderful person.

You know what?
He's an all-right person.

He's the US Ambassador
to Vietnam.

So what?

He's my hero!

I know.

What have you done
with your life?

Uh, let's see, I won
a Guggenheim Fellowship.

Woman: 10 years ago.

(man speaking indistinctly
on the radio)

...retire next year.

(second man speaking
indistinctly on the radio)

Because here's
the part I don't get.

It's okay... It's okay

for the fans
to boo another club.

(man speaking indistinctly
on the radio)

(turns the radio off)

Morning, Jimmy.

I got a haircut.

Looks good.

There's a new lady
at the place I go to.

She's not
a bad lookin' lady.

I thought
you were interested

in the lady that owns
the shop, as I recall.

I was, but this new lady
puts a hand on your head

while she uses
the other hand to cut,

and her hand is soft
and tender.

Plus, the other lady
never gave me

a green light to make a move.

This new one?

She likes to wink
and flirt,

kind of like we're in
on a joke together.

I'm captivated by the strength
of our attraction.

It might go somewhere.

And she's obviously very
talented at cutting hair.

(clocks ticking)

Phil: That guy is
your direct nemesis.

He works for The Post.

And those are the
detectives on the case.

You better hurry
over there.

Okay.

Man: Hey, fellas,
what's going on?

- Man: Is she in there?
- Yeah. Can you just tell us

- Come on, tell us.
- any information.

Please, just uh, anything

- Don't not tell us!
- that you can provide

- would be helpful to the...
- Come on, just

- a little something?
- Okay, anything, please.

- Something! Please?
- Can you please just...?

Bye.

(passing horn honking)

Sorry, I wasn't
fast enough.

Well, you tried.

So, let's say
this was a normal day.

You'd call me to tell me
which detectives you encountered

and I'd try
to get ahold of them.

I'd say 50% of this job
is plain luck,

and today
is your lucky day.

I happen to have a working
relationship with these guys.

(ringing tone)

- Okay.
- This is Ronnie.

Ronnie, this is Phil
from New York News.

Hi, Phil
from the New York News.

Did I just see you
hiding out in your car?

Yes, you did.

Ronnie: And is that
your new protégé?

Yeah. So, where are
you guys headed?

- (jazz music on the radio)
- Phil wants to know

where we're headed.

Darryl wants to know
why you wanna know.

Obviously because
we're reporting on the case.

Ronnie: Well, Darryl thinks...
and I'd have to agree

that it's because then,
you'd have the opportunity

to impress your protégé

with your fabulous connections

to the New York City
law enforcement.

It could be that.

Ronnie: It's okay to admit it,
Phil.

If you're trying
to get laid here,

just admit it.

Yes, that's correct.

We're headed
to East Broadway and Pike.

Thanks for calling.

Got the address
where they're headed.

Wow! You're really
good at this.

It's my job.

- (engine starts)
- (death-metal blaring)

Melanie: We have
leftover noodles.

Wendy: I'm not hungry.

Melanie: We have beer.

Okay.

(alert chimes)

(chuckles)

(signal on the phone)

Scott.

(chuckles)

Melanie:
He has a beautiful penis.

- Impossible.
- Melanie: Possible.

Very possible.
So possible, it's actually true.

The very basic look
and shape of the penis

dictates that they are
all, fundamentally,

every single one of them,
by nature, ugly.

Okay, I happen
to like them,

and I happen to like
Scott's the best.

I mean, it's like
big and straight

- and soft and excited.
- Ew, no, you like it

because you like Scott,
but I don't care

if his penis looks like
a unicorn horn.

It's not a good-looking penis

because a good-looking
penis does not exist.

Vaginas
are the ugly ones.

Wendy:
I agree that they're ugly,

but penises are uglier,
due to their inability

to be anything
other than ambitious.

Structurally, they're built
as weapons of penetration.

They're swords,
they're battering rams.

- Penis.
- (laughing) God!

Now I'm gonna have...

I'm gonna have major
dick nightmares.

- Thanks a lot.
- All right, fine.

Is that better?
Is that vagina better?

- No.
- God, they had so much hair

in the '60s and '70s.
I mean...

God, look.
That is so much hair!

There's nothing wrong
with that.

Melanie: No, definitely not.

I mean, it's like a lot of hair.

That's actual jungles
up in there.

- Look at that.
- Can we like stop talking

about dicks and vaginas?

Yeah.

"Bird Blows the Blues."

Let me see what
kind of shape it's in.

Yeah, you're the only one
I'm calling.

If I say I won't sell it
to anybody else, Mickey...

Charlie Parker, of course.

I already told ya
I won't sell it to anybody else.

I'll pay you off.

All of it, I promise.

I got cash comin' for you today.

- Ray: Hello?
- Hey, Ray.

- You off the couch yet?
- Yeah.

What are you doing?

Um...

walking across the room.

Benny: Take a shower
and leave the house.

And don't forget
to clean the refrigerator.

Okay.

- (buzzing)
- Okay. See you later.

- Woman: Hey.
- Hey, there.

Woman: Hi.

- Hey, I was thinking.
- Yo.

Let me take you out tonight.
I got money coming in.

- You available?
- Uh, yeah.

It's his dad's turn tonight.

I think I'm free.

All right,
we'll have some cheese.

- Mmm.
- Have some wine.

- Mmm.
- Some good food,

make a nice
little spread.

Ooh. All right.

Make it real nice.

Okay. I'm all yours.

Oh, hey, this is Owen.

- Hi.
- This is Benny.

Hey.

Are you
her boyfriend now?

I don't know, maybe.

Owen: Do you love her?

Benny: I can't tell you that.

You seem like the kind of kid

that would spread
that information.

I think she loves you.

Whoa. (chuckles)
Did she tell you that?

(floorboards creaking)

I mean, first, I wanted
to make it with somebody

who had been with Sinatra.

I mean, let's face it,
he's Sinatra.

And two, I wanted to see
if I was better, in bed.

So I ended up making it
with her for two weeks,

and after it was over, I said,

"Well, you know, like,
how do I compare?"

She said

there was no-o-body
better than Sinatra.

That he would forever
be her greatest lover.

I got screwed up
over that for a year.

He was a powerful man.

He was a good singer.

Decent actor.

I wasn't so much
into his acting.

Man: (on the radio)
Baseball time from Fenway Park

in Boston.

We're about to play
the Boston Red Sox

and, of course,
the Yankees send your way...

- Buster: Hey, Jimmy!
- Radio: ...play-by-play.

Yours truly along for the ride.
(continues indistinctly)

Buster: Jimmy, who's this?

(snaps fingers)
"Let's go to Vegas

and break the law."

(clocks ticking)

I don't know.

(snaps fingers)
"Get on my jet to Vegas."

- (ticking intensifies)
- (sirens wailing)

Married Mia, (snaps fingers)
divorced Mia.

(bell chimes)

(snaps fingers) She did
"Rosemary's Baby."

Yeah! (snaps fingers)
Screw Polanski.

Who's the owner?

Detective Ritz.
This is Detective Yates.

We're with the
New York Police Department.

We want to ask you
a few questions.

Uh, in private, if possible.

Hello.
Uh, I'm with the New York News.

I was wondering
if I could speak with you

for a minute.

(clocks ticking)

So, the two detectives
that came in here,

I'm assuming they told you
about the case

that they're investigating.

Said it was a, um...

suicide,
possibly a murder.

- They didn't know.
- They didn't...?

That was it?
Then they left?

That's all I'm comfortable
telling you.

Why would they come in here?

I mean, seems random.

Listen, I'm not good
with confrontation, okay?

I'm not a big fan of people
getting mad at me.

In general.

One of my favorite
Cock Killer songs is

"Statutory Adulthood."

Ralphie, our lead singer,

my best friend, my cousin,

all in one wonderful package,

writes the lyrics.
They go...

- Do you mind?
- No, okay.

"Fear is the rape
of the mind.

Life is an illusion
of time.

They want you
to suffocate,

to think being
a slave's your fate.

The chains are your chains.

They key is
in your pocket.

The pain is your pain.

Use the key
to unlock it."

So, you have
to get tough, Claire.

There might not be
any valuable information

in that clock shop,
per se,

but you have to find out
if there is.

Go back in and pretend
you've figured something out.

Like what?

Pick one, the husband
or the widow.

Say you know one of them
is a customer.

Obviously, it'll work out
better if you're right,

but go
with your instinct.

My instinct is
to quit this job,

run away, and go home.

Okay,
ignore your instinct.

Okay.

(buzz)

Hello?

Ray, this is Lester.

You mess with my sister?

Uh, what do you mean?

Lester: Think I don't have
the Internet, Ray?

You think Janet doesn't have it?

I... It's the Internet.
We have it.

I love your sister.

I'd never do anything
to hurt her.

Lester: Ray, you put naked
pictures of Janet

on the Internet.
Yeah, you hurt her.

You hurt her bad, and, now,

she can't leave the house
because she's so afraid.

Because of you, some very gross
and disturbing people

are looking at naked
pictures of my sister

- on the Internet.
- I was in a very bad

emotional place last week,

actin' like a crazy person.

I shouldn't have did that.

Lester: Well, you did.

How can we fix the problem?

First thing you do is let
me beat the shit out of you.

Okay.

Lester: Where are you?

Um, I'm at the library.

Bullshit.
What are you reading?

Ray: "Hunt for Red October."

Bullshit.
Who wrote it?

Ray?

Must say there
on the front cover.

That's normally where
the name of the author is.

Sometimes in big letters.

This copy doesn't
have a cover.

Lester: Okay.

First thing that
needs to happen

is I'm gonna come to your place
and I'm gonna break your legs.

I deserve that.

But I'm at the library.

Lester: Go home.
I'll see you in an hour.

(snap)

(child laughing nearby)

(clapping)
Come on, baby.

Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh! Yo!

You saw that.

- I was tying my shoe.
- It hit the rim

and then it hit the tree,
yo, and it went in!

Tying my shoe.

Wendy: I understand
the insatiable urge

to procreate
with your boyfriend.

If I had one, I'd hightail
it over there, too.

Yeah, but he thinks that you
hate him because,

when I go and hang out
with him, you won't come.

Because I don't like watching
other people make out

in front of me.
Big deal.

And also
for the fact that

you just don't like him,
as a person.

(laughs) I'm through
explaining my opinion

on the merits
of your relationship.

If the relationship
were as strong

and meaningful
as you insist it is

by continually bringing up
conversations such as this one,

I highly doubt you'd care,

one way or another,
what I think of him.

Okay, well, the problem
is, is that

you say that it's okay for me

to go and hang out with him,
when I know

it's gonna hurt your
feelings when I do.

If you felt comfortable
around him,

we would all hang out
and we would all be happy!

Except the one person who is
the person not making out,

watching the other
two people make out.

We won't make out.

That is a straight-faced lie

and scientifically,
physically, impossible.

Melanie: Okay, fine.

So maybe you don't
like him as a person,

but I wish
you could like him,

if only for the fact that
he's important to me.

No, I detest people
who like other people

for reasons like that.
It's gross.

It causes stupid problems.

You detest everybody.

Not everybody.

Almost everybody.

I detest anybody
who's unintelligent

and ignorant of the
suffering of the world.

Scott cares a lot
about the world.

And therein lies
(laughs) your problem,

which is that, beneath
your paradoxical, dual desires

to both be alone
with him constantly

while also keeping
the friendships you had

before you met him
intact and unchanging,

there's like
this worry inside you

that he's not as perfect
as you think he is,

so, then, when someone,
or something, or me,

questions whether or not
he's right for you

or good enough for you,
you defend him and,

and give him these heroic
and exaggerated attributes

and paint a picture
that's not really him.

Look, I'm not saying Scott
doesn't care about the world,

but I... I am saying that
I've never seen Scott

think deeply about anything
other than video games

or your body.

I detest the way
you detest people.

I know, and I love you
for that.

All right, I know
you don't want to talk to me,

but... (sighs)

if you could just
tell me one thing,

anything.

No.

(clocks ticking)

I was just outside talking
to my supervisor,

and one of the detectives
told him

that the wife
of the deceased is

one of your customers.

She came in here
to get something fixed.

(radio news)

Well, that's all
that they told us.

But the thing is is that
we have a relationship,

and they have...

I mean, the other
detectives have,

you know, other relationships
with different papers.

And, eventually,
everyone finds out everything,

so, whatever you do
or don't tell me right now,

someone's gonna find out.

Job is about
who finds it first.

So, just...

Just...

You just stopped
listening to me?

Oh, no. I'm just waiting
for you to leave.

Claire: Okay.

Radio: Ground ball down
the third baseline.

And it is an error

for the third baseman.

That's the second
Cleveland misplay.

Phil: So, the husband's
estimated time of death

is 8:00 pm.

Broken wristwatch
you saw on the desk

- reads 8:02.
- Right.

The watch looks like
it belongs to a male.

Maybe it's a coincidence
that the estimated time of death

nearly matches
the time on the watch,

but is the coincidence
significant enough for us

to at least pretend
like it's true

until we find out it's not,

ie, act as if the watch
belongs to the husband

until we find out otherwise?

I'm not sure.

I'm just talking it
through out loud.

Oh, I thought you were
asking for my opinion.

No, I mean, yeah...
I'm asking what you think

and I'm asking what I think
at the same time.

Okay.

Well, what about what you
were saying earlier

about taking risks
in your guesswork?

That's right.

Very good.

(horn honks)

(knocking)

- Nice place.
- Want a doughnut?

Sure.

- Good doughnut.
- Perfect texture, I think.

Best doughnuts in the city.

Maybe even the whole world,
for all we know.

I can't say
I've had better.

Paul: I'm a big fan of this rug.

Benny: It's a nice rug.

Sit down,
take a load off.

(floorboards creak)

Comfortable chair, right?

Yeah, you sink in.

You got good taste.

If I ask you a direct
question, will you...

will you be
honest with me?

What do you think of this
shirt I'm wearing here?

It's new and I don't
know if it's right on me.

I noticed it the moment
you came in.

- All right, be honest.
- I mean, I don't...

I don't know you, but your
personality seems pretty,

you know,
straightforward and modest.

This shirt says
something else.

You know,
I guess it's probably

a little more upscale than
what you'd like to project?

I think I'd say
it's a fancy shirt.

Paul: There's nothing wrong
with being fancy.

I wouldn't do it every day,
but, you know,

once a week's good.

Yeah, I'm warming
up to the idea.

I like your taste,
so what you say helps.

Okay, I'm gonna go get
the record, all right?

(piano playing jazz
on the record)

(horns playing)

Yeah, I don't know
much about jazz.

You know, not sure
if my grandfather did,

given the condition
of the record.

It's possible he didn't
even know he owned it.

You know, I was just given some
of his things when he died.

You don't want
to keep it?

Paul: You mean for
sentimental reasons?

No, I'm not like that.

That's not true.
I'm sorry. I lied.

I mean, I forgot.

He left me his collection
of baseball cards.

He loved baseball.
I do know that.

And I'm keeping those,

but not this.

Yeah. I'm keeping
the baseball cards.

(jazz playing)

- Hey, Ray, what's up, man?
- How you doing, man?

- Can't talk right now.
- Where you going?

(door squeaking)

(buzzing)

Eugene: Hello?

Eugene, it's Ray.
Let me up.

(buzzing)

I know you're
computer illiterate, Ray.

Our whole relationship
depends on that fact.

You pay me $10 an hour,
I send out your résumés,

I update your profiles,

I buy whatever shit
on whatever

weird websites you happen
to hear about.

But I explicitly told
you the consequences

when we were uploading
those photos

and I even had you
repeat it back to me,

"Once the photos are uploaded,
what's done is done."

What's done is done, yeah.

So that means...
which I explained to you

when we were
uploading the photos,

against
my strongest protest

and against every warning
I could've possibly given you...

I paid you
an extra 20 bucks!

Eugene: Yes, I know.
I admit that.

And I'm an idiot, too.

But, what's done
is done.

Even if I delete the
photos from this site,

they still exist elsewhere,
either on a search

or from a user
who downloaded the photos

and uploaded them
somewhere else.

That's how
the Internet works.

The photos are available

to any horny freak
who wants them.

I think I remember
you saying that before,

but my mind wasn't right.

You know I wasn't listening.

(clicking)

Okay, I deleted them from
the original site, okay?

That's all I'm askin'.

Maybe Lester will cool
down after that.

I hope so.

She's the love of my life.

I can't believe I put naked
pictures on the Internet

of the love of my life.

(door closes)

- Sco We brought beer.
- Melanie: Thank you!

Sco Hey, Wendy. What's up?

- Nothing.
- Sco Cool.

Oh, have you, uh, met River?

They've met like
a million times.

For a perfect example,
at your birthday party.

Fine, sue me.

I just didn't
specifically recall

the two of them hanging out.

(opens a can of beer)

- (gulping)
- (laughing)

Oh, my God, are you
gonna drink all of that?

Ah! Yes, I am.

Wendy, do you want a beer?

Um, I was thinking
of leaving.

No, you can't leave.
We need you.

Yeah, you can't leave.
We just arrived.

- We need you.
- Wendy: For what?

- To keep the, uh, fire?
- Fire?

To keep the spirit...
the spirit going.

I don't know,
I just chugged a whole beer.

Hey, come on. We're...
having a little party.

Uh, there are
only four of us.

Yeah, and if you leave,
there'll only be three.

This is starting
to sound suspiciously like

some kind of
purposeful plan.

It's totally not.
Of course not.

No. Why would we
do that to you?

(sighs)

River: I didn't know
there was a plan.

I didn't even know
you guys were coming

'til you rang the buzzer,

because she knew that
I'd be gone in a minute

if I had that information
because I'm like

this big, antisocial
creature sometimes,

and today is one of those times.

But...

you must've known
that I was gonna be here.

- Yeah.
- And you must've known

that they would go
make out, eventually.

I mean,
that's what they do.

I find it really hard
to believe there wasn't

some idea in your head
that we would be left alone.

River: I honestly didn't think
it through that far.

Anyway, what kind of plan
would it have been?

Aren't you a lesbian?

Wendy: Who said that?

I don't remember who.

I mean, Melanie thinks
I'm a lesbian.

She thinks that because
I've only ever been with girls.

Two girls.

She also thinks
I'm a virgin, which I'm not.

I've had sex,

with two girls.

But I don't think
I'm totally a lesbian.

I mean, I'm attracted
to boys, but...

I don't know what it's
like to be with one,

so I don't know
if I'd actually enjoy it.

Um, being with a boy.

How long have you
lived in New York?

Three years.

Cool.

- Uh, you?
- Eight.

Where did you
come from?

Seattle. Washington.

You?

Cincinnati.

Ohio.

There she is.

Claire: (sniffs) I'm nervous.

Phil:
"Fear is the rape of the mind."

Okay, thanks.

Uh, excuse me!

Mrs. Krimsky: Oh!

You dropped your grapefruit.

Thank you.

Mrs. Krimsky: No, you called out

before I dropped the grapefruit.

You said "Excuse me!"

You said it loudly
and in my direction.

Because you
dropped a grapefruit.

No.

You called out,
I turned around,

I dropped it,
in that order.

Claire: No, I called out
because of the grapefruit.

Then why would I turn around?

Why would I call out?

I think my mind must be
playing tricks on me.

I apologize for insisting
that I was right.

Aggressively
insisting upon things

is an overall problem I have
in my general personality.

It didn't seem to me like you
were aggressively insisting.

Well, that's kind of you,

but I know how screwed up I am.

Judging myself harshly
and analyzing

my actions
are my other problems,

so I better shut up.

Though, I also have
trouble shutting up.

(sniffs) I'm not crying.

My eyes are always moist.

I'm too emotionally
detached from life to cry.

Bye.

Excuse me, I'm from The Post.
Can I ask you a few questions?

Is it true you were at a movie
when your husband died?

And you left
the theater at 8:30?

Come on, you'll tell her,
but not me?

New York News!

She's from the New York News!

Him, too! He's from
the New York News!

It's unethical not to tell her.

No, I was gonna tell her
before I asked any questions.

Tell us about
your husband's watch!

(rattling)

(keys jingling)

You see that?

How she acted when you
said that about the watch?

Come on, tell me
about the watch!

So, it's obviously
the husband's watch.

Claire: Yeah.

Buster: Do you
comprehend the idea that you

could potentially be
part of solving a murder?

They said it could
be a suicide.

Man 3: Sounds like they're
after the wife.

Exactly.

You said she came in
to get that watch fixed,

then two detectives and
a reporter came in afterwards.

They think she did it.

Maybe he was wearing it
when he was killed.

I didn't want to say it,
but I think

that's what we're
all thinkin', isn't it?

I'm not thinking anything.

He died on Sunday.

She came in on Tuesday
to get the watch fixed.

Now, why did she do that?

Why would somebody want
to fix a dead man's watch?

She might want him
to be wearing it

when he's buried.

Sure, could be.

Or... she didn't want anybody

to know what time it was
when she murdered him.

Jimmy: She didn't look
like a murderer to me.

She's a nice, decent woman.

- Benny: Hey, there he is.
- Hey, man.

Noah. What's up?

Noah:
I'm going to this guy's place.

- He has "Bird Blows the Blues."
- Benny: Say that again.

Evidently,
he has "Bird Blows the Blues."

This guy here, Paul?

Did you buy something
from him?

"Bird Blows the Blues."

- Hi, I'm Noah.
- Yeah, of course.

Benny: Noah and I
ran into each other outside.

We know each other. We see
each other at record shops.

We both collect records.

But there's some confusion.

Benny said you sold "Bird
Blows the Blues" to him.

- Yeah, I did.
- Then why am I here?

I know. I wasn't thinking.

Did you think
I wasn't gonna buy it?

Goddamn it!
Son of a bitch! Open up!

You see this? He's a thief.

- (pounding) Let us in!
- What's going on?

You got a thief
in your building.

He shut the door on us
and won't let us in.

I got keys for that place,
but it's for emergencies.

If you call saving his door
an emergency, let's see it.

(rattling)

Hey, he doesn't even
live here, that guy.

- Say that again.
- He's been here

for about a week, subletting
from a young woman.

I think he went
out the back door.

I don't see him.

This guy's the biggest
liar I've ever met.

He told me how much
he liked this rug.

See that statue? This ballerina?

I knew there was something
wrong when I saw this.

This guy, he gave me a very good
doughnut so I'd like him.

He told me how much
he loved my shirt,

so I'd believe his lies.

- I hate this guy.
- Noah: Benny, look.

There's nine of them.

He must've printed them
and glued the labels on.

It's a good scam.
These nine, plus yours.

That's good money.

All right, let me call
my man Gary.

We'll figure this out.
We'll find him.

Hey, I know Gary.

He's the one
who put Paul in touch with me.

All right,
now I'm officially mad.

(clock ticking)

(muttering) Hm.

Hey, uh, give me
a Diamond Delights, please.

Thank you.

Damn it.

(horn honks)

- Oh.
- Hey, Mike.

- Hey, Lester.
- Aye, you know where Ray is?

Ray? No, sorry.

Because an hour ago,
Mike and I noticed

that the pictures
of my sister Janet

were taken down from the site

where he uploaded them
last week.

Since we know
that you help Ray out

with all his Internet stuff,
thought maybe you saw him today?

- Maybe you helped him out?
- No.

I haven't seen him.
Sorry.

Lester: So, it's cool
if we just came by your place,

make sure he's not there?

Yeah, but he's not up there,
though.

Lester:
I'd like to see for myself.

Look, if you resist,
I might want to come anyway,

but, if he's there and you're
willing to peacefully cooperate,

(snaps fingers) then I got
a bill with your name on it.

20 bucks.

- 20 bucks?
- Lester: 20 bucks.

(door squeaks)

Sorry about that, Ray.
I had no choice, all right?

Hey.
Lester, Lester.

Thank you.

(siren wailing in distance)

(film rattling)

(bell chimes)

Hey. Give me five
Diamond Delights.

God, how long could they
possibly stay in there?

You could go knock
on the door and ask.

I'd be running the risk
of hearing something

I don't want to hear
moaning or groaning

or whatever it is they do.

River: I heard them at Scott's.

When they went into his bedroom.

Sounded like dying.

Sounded like the two of them

were slowly dying
of some terrible disease

and like gasping for air.

Wasn't what I would call
a fun time.

(laughing) Gross!

How long were they
in there that time?

Oh, I got sick of it and left
before they came out.

But it was
at least an hour.

You should go.

If you're dying to leave.

Well, my backpack
is in her bedroom.

River: You could get it from her
tomorrow.

- No, don't.
- What's wrong?

Um, seriously, nothing.
I'm fine.

- You look like...
- No, uh, it's nothing.

(footsteps running downstairs)

Oh, hey.

Uh, we thought
that you guys left.

No. Uh, yeah,
we're totally here.

Oh. Um...

yeah, my mom is gonna
be here soon, so...

we were thinking
about going to the park.

Do you guys want
to go to the park?

Oh, my God, I need water.

Phil: Are you seriously
feeling sick?

Claire:
Yeah, I get these stomach aches.

Maybe you have ulcers. Maybe
you need to see a doctor.

Claire: If I'm being honest,

this job makes
me really anxious.

I feel like I should work
at a library.

I worked at a library last year

and I just felt like
this responsible,

organized, you know,
community-based woman

in touch with the
English language.

You're doing fine.
Look, the next step

is obviously to get
a photo of the watch.

That would be a home run
for the story.

I think we might have a shot
at the front page here.

Hey, right here. Listen to this.

(guitar playing metal)

(joins growling singer)
* City jungle

* State prison

* Corporate monster

* Dead living

* Organized terror

* Freak disaster

* The one
who sees inside *

* Is a true master!

That's me on bass.

- * Master
- Okay, here comes the chorus.

Sing along.

* Suck on greed

* Suck on greed

* You will feed

- * Suck on greed
- Come on, it just

- repeats like that.
- * Suck on greed

- * Suck on greed
- Let it out.

Let all that shit out.

- * Suck on greed
- You can do it.

- * Suck on greed
- * You will feed

- * Suck on greed
- Phil: Yeah, do it!

- * Suck on greed
- Louder! Feel it.

* Suck on greed

Both: * You will feed

- * Suck on greed
- Phil: Here comes
the best part.

* Suck! Suck! Suck!
Suck! Suck! Suck! *

Both: * Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!
Suck! Suck! *

* Suck! Suck! Suck!
Suck! Suck! Suck! *

- * Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!
- How's that feel?

- (music stops)
- Claire: That was okay.

I feel a little bit dizzy,
actually.

Um, is the name of that song
"Suck on Greed"?

Phil: Yeah. Exactly right.

I'm trying hard not
to come over there, Gary,

and knock your teeth out.

Gary, I got steam
coming out of me.

- If you weren't 62...
- 61.

Over 60. I could be
crossin' a moral line

if I put my fist through
your over 60-year-old face.

I can't read your mind, Benny.

I see that you're mad,
but, uh, I don't know why.

Next thing you know,
people are pointing at me

in the street, sayin',
"There he is.

There's the guy
who punches men over 60."

I don't like that picture.

Just tell me,
what's wrong with you?

You send me and you send
Noah to this guy.

- You send the both of us?
- Gary: He called.

He asked who'd be
interested in the record.

I said you; I said Noah.

He's a thief, Gary.
He sold me a fake.

Gary: Why are you mad at me?
I don't know that kid.

I said he comes in here
a couple of times.

Beyond that, hey.

Benny: You're always dealing
with these bums,

hustlers, and thieves.

Listen, you call
that son of a bitch,

you get him on the phone,
you find out where he is.

If I knock his teeth out,

then I'm gonna let yours
stay in your head.

Do it,
or I'm gonna blow a fuse.

Jeez. Okay, look,
it says "Paul."

(musical ringtone)

Shit.

'Ey.

Strike you a deal.

Come over here nice and easy

and I'm only gonna
break one of your legs.

Keep runnin',
and I'm gonna break 'em both.

Where's the deal where you
don't break either of my legs?

Never heard of it.

(clattering)

(bell rings)

I'll be back later
to break your face, Gary!

I didn't know he was there!

Hi, this is Mrs. Krimsky.

I brought my husband's
wristwatch in there

a few days ago.

Jimmy: Uh, yes, of course.

Well, a reporter showed up
at my apartment today,

asking about the watch.

Did she come to your shop?

Uh, yes. Um, she did.

Told her I didn't want
to talk to her.

Mrs. Krimsky: Then why did she
ask about the watch?

Did she see it?

I don't know. I was, um...
It was on my desk.

But I don't know how she
would know it was yours.

Did two detectives
also come by?

Jimmy: Uh, yeah, they were here,
uh, just before her.

What did they say?

Jimmy:
They knew about the watch,

said they wanted
to take it with them.

And I told them
I wouldn't feel right

about them taking it.

Mrs. Krimsky:
Well, why did you say that?

Well, you're my customer.

I would feel wrong,
just handing it over to them.

Although they said they may
come back with a warrant,

in which case I would
have to give it to them.

Mrs. Krimsky: Did you fix it?

No, I was just starting
to look at it

when they came in.

They told me not to fix it.

Mrs. Krimsky: Did they say
not to give it to me

if I came by to get it?

(clocks ticking)

Uh, no.

I don't understand how somebody
who loves my sister

can do something
so disrespectful

and full of hate.

You know why I did it?

She slept with Sebastian.

I found out she slept with him.

- I just flipped out.
- You weren't together

- at the time.
- Ray: We had a little fight.

She was mad, she was drunk,
and you guys weren't together.

I lie in bed every night,

unable to sleep,

having visions
of this creep touchin' her.

I just went crazy.

Lester: Now, think
about 1,000 of those creeps

getting their rocks off
to naked pictures of my sister.

Is that what you wanted?

She didn't do it
to try to hurt you, Ray.

She did it because you weren't
fulfilling her sexual needs

and you were gettin' distant.

Ray: I was depressed.

I get very depressed.

I'm not tryin' to make excuses.
I just wasn't myself.

I lost control.

Okay.

Mike.

Get the camera.

You're a lucky guy, Ray.

You know, she wanted me
to bring you to her place

so she can talk to you.

"Don't hurt him," she said.

Go to the couch.

It can't be me,
just naked, without the props?

Lester: No. (laughing)
I think we need the props.

Mike: Mm-hmm.

Lester: Mike, turn
that light on. The lamp.

(click)

Lester: (laughing) All right,
now give me a sexy look.

(Lester and Mike snickering)

I don't know how.

Yo, put the lollipop back
in your mouth, Ray.

(laughing)

Lester: Now give me
a (laughing) sexy look.

(Lester and Mike snickering)

(beep, shutter clicks)

Lester: (laughing) I said
with the lollipop in your mouth.

Give me a sexy look.

(beep, shutter clicks)

Mike: Come on.

Lester: (laughs) That's...
That's... That's good.

Mike: Yeah, bud.

Oh, yeah. (laughs)

God, you were totally
making out with him

- when I walked into the room.
- It's not true.

Come on, I could practically
smell the sex juices in the air.

I think I'm gonna go home.

No, I'm not teasing you.
Come on.

It's just I'm really
into this idea,

'cause think about it.
If you end up with him,

we'd be best friends
dating best friends.

And like no pressure
or anything.

It's just... I'm really
into this like union.

I really approve.

Great, but I don't
need your approval.

Come on, don't get
all dark right now.

Fine! You guys didn't make out
and... the dream is dead!

Just don't leave!

When I get "all dark",
your phrase, not mine,

it's fairly unstoppable,
as I've told you before.

So I'd rather do it in private

and not embarrass myself,
or you,

in front of your friends.

Fine.

She's going home.

She gets all depressed
out of the blue,

for no apparent reason.

Very typical.

I think I'm gonna
go talk to her.

I totally caught them
making out in the living room.

Sweet.

(leaves rustling)

Hey.

Earlier, um, I didn't mean to...

I wasn't gonna
like cry or anything.

Okay.

So, yeah,
I was just feeling weird.

I didn't understand it.

Sometimes it's like...

I feel too much,

or sometimes
I don't feel enough,

and then I worry
that I'm not feeling

everything I should be,

and then the worry
gets so big that,

suddenly,
I am feeling everything.

(laughs)
It sounds confusing.

Um... it's that I want
to make sure I'm like

doing justice to the moment

by feeling
what I should be feeling,

and I guess having
that part of you opened

can cause you
to be totally insane.

But believe
that I'm not rejecting you

when I say I'm feeling certain

that the last thing I need
right now is a boyfriend.

That's fine.
We can just be friends.

If you wanna be.

That doesn't offend you?

River: No.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

(horn honks)

(engine starts)

- (bell chimes)
- (door squeaks)

(bell chimes)

(clocks ticking)

Claire: Ahem.

So, I know about
the husband's watch.

Jimmy: I know you know.
The wife called me.

What did she say?

Said she wasn't happy to see you

and to know you know
about the watch.

Okay, what can I say
to you right now

to convince you
to just let me take

one photo of the watch?

I've already expressed to you

my feelings
about getting involved.

I wish you'd listen to me.

- (vehicle approaches)
- Hey.

(knocking)

- (death metal blaring)
- (switches the radio off)

Okay, I'm gonna go ahead
and hide right now.

- No, no.
- I'm sorry.

No, please.
I wish you wouldn't do that.

- No, I'm so... deeply sorry.
- Please, no, no, no. No. Ah...

Claire: I'm so sorry.

- (door creaks)
- (bell chimes)

- Hi.
- (bell chimes)

I'm Mrs. Krimsky.

Yes, of course. Um...

I have your husband's watch.

(clocks ticking)

(gasps)

Oh, thank you
for keeping it here.

I know you didn't have time
to fix it,

but I'd like to pay you,
regardless.

Oh, no, no.
That is not necessary.

As you know by now,
my husband is dead, so...

this watch means a lot to me.

Jimmy: Oh.

She, um...

came in just before you did.

She wanted
to take a picture of the watch.

I told her no.

No, it's true.

He refused
to show me the watch,

and then you came in
and then I hid, and

he told me not to hide,
but I, um... I did.

(scoffs)

Can I smash this clock?!

Do you mind if I throw this
on the ground?

Jimmy: I guess. Um...

if it makes you feel better.

(clatter)

(clattering)

(stomping)

I apologize for overreacting
and smashing a clock,

but it's only half an apology
because you deserve it.

I lost the only person
in this world

who I loved and loved me.

It is impossible to express
how much I am suffering.

- (bell chimes)
- (door squeaks)

(shutter clicking)

(shutter clicking)

(siren wailing in distance)

Let's hit the road.

(clocks ticking)

- (sweeping)
- (clattering)

(clattering)

Radio: Boston Red Sox: 7 runs,

15 hits, 1 error.

11 men left on base.

- For the Yankees, 4 runs...
- (Jimmy turns the radio off)

(creaking)

(keys jingle)

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

(Paul grunts)

Ah, it hurts.

It's supposed to hurt.

Gimme me your wallet.

Tsk.

Here's my $200,
plus you got $150 here.

Don't take that.
Please, I need that.

That's what you get
for being a rat.

Hey, I've stolen things
in my life, too.

I've hustled.

But I've only hustled people
if somehow they deserved it.

Me? I've got music in my heart.

I've got love for it.

I seek it out, I find records,

I collect them,
I sell them to people

who have that same love inside.

It's a tender spot.
It's vulnerable.

It's a spot
that you think nobody's gonna

take advantage of you.

Then you go around

and you let that love
be known, you share it.

You share it with people

and you trust
that they won't violate you.

I didn't know
it was so important.

Benny: That's basic moral code.

It should be in the fibers
of your body.

You tell me the story
about your dead grandfather,

you feed me
a delicious doughnut,

you tell me you like my shirt.

You build a mean trap

so I'd fall into it
like a dummy.

My grandfather really died.

Yeah, that makes it even worse,

using him to make some money?

Like I said, you're a rat.

I hope something happens
to you to make you grow up.

(buzzing)

(sighs)

I'm filled with such disgust.

I love you.

As a person, I love you,

but I hate you for killing
everything that we had.

You made it so that we can't
ever be together again.

Do you know that?

I wasn't sure.

Janet: You killed it.

Okay.

If you need tissue, there's
some on the table there.

(sniffles)

It's okay to cry
in front of me, Ray.

I am cryin'.

It doesn't look like it.

Looks like you're
holding back your emotions,

like you usually do.

(sighs)

(indistinct conversations)

(police radio chatter)

(indistinct conversations)

(indistinct conversations)

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct conversations)

(indistinct conversations)

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct conversations)

Now get the hell out of here
before the woman shows up.

They're going to arrest her.

We were right,
the watch is important.

So, first of all, Darryl said

the husband's hand
and arm were injured

from falling after
the bullet to the head.

They assume
he was wearing the watch.

The widow claims
she was at a movie at 8:00,

the estimated time of death.

So, leaving the movie,
she turns on her phone

to find a text from her husband.

Evidently, it says,
"I love you. Sorry."

She calls the cops, rushes home,
finds him dead.

Can you figure it out?

Why is the text important?

- I don't know.
- The text was sent at 8:10.

His watch broke at 8:02.

So, if it broke when
he fell, when he died,

he couldn't have sent
a text at 8:10, obviously.

She sent the text
after she shot him.

That's the idea.

So she figures out the mistake,
takes off the watch,

takes it to get it fixed,
thinking, "Problem solved."

Oh, there she is.

All right.

What do you want?

Ma'am, we know
you have the watch.

(shutter clicking)

Mrs. Krimsky: Stop it!

Ma'am, we're gonna need to talk.

Really, I have nothing
to do with this.

- Claire: Ow!
- You bitch!

Claire: Ow! No, no, no!
No, no, no, no!

- Mrs. Krimsky: You bitch!
- Claire: Ow!

- Ow!
- Bitch!

- Let's go to the car.
- Okay, okay.

(shutter clicking)

Phil: You okay?

Yeah, um, it just
stings a little bit.

(buzz)

(buzz)

Hello.

Benny: Hey, Ray.
Where you at?

I'm in Janet's bathroom.

Why are you in Janet's bathroom?

Long story.

But we're talkin'.

Benny: How's it going?

She's mad, as she should be.

Hey, we're gonna have a nice
little party at home.

We'll have some good friends,

we'll have some drinks,
we'll dance.

Come on home.

We'll get you to feelin' better.

Yeah, maybe.

Janet said I could sleep
on the couch tonight,

if I want to.

Benny: You know what's right.

I love you, Ray.

Love you, too.

(snap)

Ray, I'm in here.

(laughs)

- These photos are hilarious.
- (door closes)

Oh, my God, they're so gross.

(scoffs)

This is a good
first punishment for you.

You deserve a thousand
more punishments like this.

I know.

Who were you talking to
on the phone?

Benny.

(fondly) Oh, Benny.

I like Benny so much.

He's my best friend.

Sit down for a minute.

I said it was okay to cry
in front of me.

(sniffles) I know. It's hard.

You're my friend, too.
(sniffles)

Sorry I ain't treat you
like a friend.

(sniffles)

You just keep crying, Ray.

Ray: (crying) Okay.

(continues crying)

First, I take you out.

We go out to dinner,
have some fun.

Then, we head to my house,

have a little party,
get a little crazy.

Invite your girls.

Yeah?
What are you doing right now?

Benny: I'm buying a new shirt.

(scoffs) Don't blow all your
money in one night, man.

Benny: When you need
a new shirt,

you need a new shirt.

(music on the radio)

You remember that
shirt I was wearin'

when I stopped by this morning?

Woman: No.

Well, I've been struggling
with it all day.

Not sure if it was right
for me, but...

I'm looking at it now
and it... it looks good.

So maybe you don't need
to buy a new shirt.

Benny: Sometimes you just need
to have patience,

- let it break in.
- (chuckles)

It's not a bad shirt.

I'm outta here.

Phil: You still here?

Yeah, I'm just finishing up.

I sent you the story.
It's almost done.

Front page?

No, some guy stabbed
somebody by Central Park.

We might get page three.

Okay. Oh, this is Claire.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Can I go home now?

I thought you'd want to see
how the story came out.

And then maybe we could
get a drink, you know?

Decompress.

Yeah, still got
that stomachache, so...

Well, we could
grab a bite to eat.

I think I need some alone time.

I mean, yeah, the stomach thing,

but also, just got scratched
in the face by

an accused murderer.

I just wanna sit in my bathtub

and take a serious look at
what I'm doing with my life.

Ha!

You're really nice.

You did a great job today.

Think that I'm going to quit.

Phil: You shouldn't do that.
Give it time.

Yeah, no. It's bad for me.

Think, in my heart of hearts,
I'm a...

I'm a quiet librarian.

Why am I so bad at this?

- At what?
- Getting people to like me.

Maybe this is the wrong,

you know, atmosphere
for that sort of thing.

Other people do it.
They know how.

Claire: I don't know, maybe you
should be more yourself.

You know,
not try so hard to impress.

I mean, don't you want someone
to like you

for who you really are?

Phil: God, you're
the perfect woman for me.

- (banging)
- (inhaling deeply)

Phil, stop it!

Phil, stop!

(clattering)

Okay.

(quietly) I'm gonna go.

Thank you, today.

(shoves drawer closed)

(typing)

(engine starts)

(rattling)

Do you know who's coming
to the party tonight?

Yeah, everybody.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

All right.

I'll bet everybody's
gonna look real good.

(laughs) Yeah.

Do you know what
you're gonna get?

I don't know.

Yeah, me neither. Uh...

(birds tweeting)

Hey.

What's up?

I gotta say something.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Go for it. (laughs)

Yeah, I'm trying, you know?

No, I... I don't know. I...

Yeah. I got love for you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Big love.

A whole lotta love.

I got it for you, too.

Yeah?

Yeah.

- (laughs)
- Okay.

- That's good news.
- Yeah.

(clears throat)

("One More Time"
by Redbone plays)

(laughter)

* Papa tangles with his wife

* He just struggles
for his life *

* He can't get
a little independence *

* Got no bread

* To pay the landlord

* Got a song that I can sing
to clear my head *

* One more time

* For your trouble

* And you say the hell with it
and keep repeating *

* One more time for his wife

* One more time for his life

* One more time

* For all his independence

* One more time for the rent

* One more time for the man

* One more time
for sister and her baby *

* One more time

* Is all you have to say

* To get you right, oh

* One more time,
just a little bit *

* One more time,
just a little bit *

* One more time,
just a little bit *

* One more time,
just a little bit *

* One more time,
just a little bit *

* One more time,
just a little bit *

* One more time,
just a little bit *

* One more time,
just a little bit *

* Say your brother's
got a jones *

* And he looks like
skin and bones *

* He says he can kick it
when he wants to *

* Or your mama's on her feet

* She's eatin' at the street

* Your friends get the giggles
when she pass *

* Got no pride

* To face the world with

* 'Cause my head is on my
chest, I'm lookin' downward *

* One more time

* And then the problem

* Got to straighten out
my brain from goin' crazy *

* One more time for his jones

* One more time for his bones

* One more time
for kickin' when he wants to *

* One more time for her feet

* One more time
for the street *

* One more time

* For all the laughin' faces

- * One more time
for his wife *
- (ululating)

* One more time for his life

* One more time

* For all his independence

* One more time for the rent

("Everything Gonna Be Alright"
by Shirley Ann Lee plays)

* Got a feeling everything
gonna be alright *

* Oh oh oh, everything'll
be alright *

* Oh, you know you brought me
out of darkness *

* Into marvelous light

* Got a feeling everything
gonna be alright *

* Got a feeling
everything gonna be alright *

* Oh oh oh, everything'll
be alright *

* Oh, you know you brought me
out of darkness *

* Into marvelous light

* Got a feeling everything
gonna be alright *

* Hey, I'm running, Lord

* Runnin', Lord,
in your name *

* Though sometimes I have to
fan the flame *

* Hey, but I look away
in the elements *

* At the stars shinin' bright

* So begin to leap with joy

* I know everything
is alright *

* Tryin' to get to glory
through trouble and pain *

* Sure don't want my runnin',
Lord, to be in vain *

* Got a feeling everything
gonna be alright *

* Oh oh oh, everything'll
be alright *

* Oh, you know you brought me
out of darkness *

* Into marvelous light

* Got a feeling everything
gonna be alright *