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Can I heat that up for you?

- Your coffee? Would you like a nice fresh hot cup?

- No, that's okay.

There's nothing to see.

Just keep moving. You just keep moving.

Keep that lane open.

Keep the left lane open.

Like I need a hole in the head.

What a battle I had getting outta the house this morning.

- Don't take a turn. - All I said was,

"Let me think about it."

Think about what?

- How much you figure a wedding dress could cost?

Take guess at it. Take a wild shot.

- 100 bucks? - Wrong.

650 plus tax. You believe it?

Look, Fogarty, do me a favor, will you?

Call my wife. I don't wanna talk to her.

Tell her to get the dress.

I mean, what the hell?

The kid's only get married once.

I think.

Hey, you in charge here?

Yeah. I got real lucky today.

- Lieutenant Tonelli, Major Case Squad.

- Bomb Squad's inside now.

Somebody left you a note.

Hey, stay back there. Will ya, keep them back.

- "Communique Puerto Rican Liberation Army."

Read this for me, will you? It gives me a headache.

- "On behalf of the poor people of all the Americas,

armed struggle is hereby declared upon imperialist bank-"

- Blah, blah, blah, blah. Bullshit.

- So what do you wanna do?

You wanna go up there now or what?

- No, I'll take some coffee, a danish and three aspirins.

Make it six.

- I got a feeling

it's gonna be another goddamn New York Day.

Mel, pick up line two, please.

Okay.

Hey Boyd. When did you get back?

Never mind when you got back.

You got the three bucks owe me?

- Hey, Joe, I'm broke.

I gotta pick up my check.

- That's good. We got a game Monday. You in?

- Sure, but this time I'm bringing the card.

That's okay. I'll take your money anyway.

Kill him! Kill him!

- Mousey thing. Get him. - I'm trying.

- Kill that damn thing.

Kill him or it's going under the table.

I know it's got rabies.

Kill him.

- If you wouldn't leave food all over.

That awful creepy thing.

Get him. Get that rat.

Kill him. So sneaky and awful.

Boyd, don't just stand there.

Boyd, get the rat.

- Kill it. Darn it!

Shoot him.

Remove that miserable thing.

- Hey, Lucy, you wanna get down off your desk now?

Give me my check?

Keep the change. I'm rich.

- How do you like that?

10,000 people left New York last month.

What do you want, the usual?

- Give me three. One of each.

How's the Yankees doing?

- I'm telling ya, I went to see my sister in law

in California last month.

Forget it, it stinks.

- Three to two. They blew it.

Well, don't tell me about California.

I used to live there.

I can't kill New York, but I can kill a hot dog.

- Well, let them leave. - It's more hot dogs for us.

They're the greatest, you know?

They just cost you an arm and a leg.

If you want me to answer, I'll answer.

All right. All rightie.

Clayton's residence.

- This is the Ashley School.

We're making an attendance check.

Is your daughter going to be at school today?

My daughter?

You mean, Ms. Clayton.

Eldie, is that for me?

The school wants to know if you're going.

- Of course. Why would they ask?

You've been cutting classes 'cause of summer?

- I don't know what they're talking about.

Ms. Clayton will definitely be on time.

- Thank you.

Morning, Boyd.

- Don't do nothing I wouldn't do, Gladys.

- That don't leave a lot.

- Hey, what are you doing Saturday?

- Ask me.

"Ask me."

Well, I just might do that.

- I'm sorry I got to rush off, Mr. Boyd,

but my sister's sick as a dog.

I got coffee done- - All right.

- I got the laundry folded- - Fine.

- And your bed is all made up.

- Gotcha. - You better get Kathy up

or she'll be late for summer school.

- I'll do that. Good idea.

- She was so excited about today, she didn't get much sleep.

And I got a cake.

- It'll be here at 4:00. - Okay.

- Fine. - I'll see you Wednesday.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Oh, Mr. Boyd!

I'm sorry I forgot to tell you.

Your ex-wife wants you to call her.

- Oh, great.

Wake up, you rotten kid.

- Daddy.

- Hey, kid. It's your birthday.

- Hot dogs?

- Make a wish.

- But this is not my diet.

- Make a nice wish.

- Do I get my wish?

What was it?

- Not to go to summer school this morning.

Damn.

- What?

You should have wished for something else.

- Oh, come on. Just today.

We could go someplace special, you and me.

Okay, after school. We get all weekend.

- I'm going out to Mom's house tomorrow

for a birthday dinner.

She's been after you again? Right?

- I don't wanna live in Connecticut.

I wanna live here with you still.

- You don't have to decide today. Okay?

- I love you, Dad.

- Good. I didn't get you nothing for your birthday.

- You're a liar. - What?

- What's that in your pocket?

- Give me that. - Jerk.

- The ballet tickets. You got them.

- The ballet?

- Yeah. - They said this was

for the Yankee game.

I was robbed.

- Goddamn, Daddy! The fifth row.

- That's 'cause you're a terrific kid,

like your old man.

Now, come on, I'm gonna jog you halfway to school, okay?

- Okay. - Come on, let's go.

Give me that. You're on a diet.

You can't eat hot dogs. Let's go.

- Do you think a boy will ever ask me out, Daddy?

- Why does everybody have to do this?

- Do you think one will?

- Sugar Face, you'll drive them fucking crazy.

- Really?

- Are you kidding? You got your old man's looks.

- Good morning, Henry.

- Good morning, Ms. Clayton.

Daddy, can we go someplace special for dinner?

- Well, actually, I have reservations for two at,

at Ronald's, you know?

- Ronald's?

- Yeah, McDonald's.

- McDonald's? For my birthday?

What kind of a punk father are you?

I guess I'm pretty punk?

- Listen, I'll walk to school myself today.

- You could go home and sleep.

- You got yourself a deal.

- Okay, you're a hard worker.

See you later.

Happy birthday?

Thanks. Be good.

Somebody help.

Somebody help.

- Don't make a move, don't make a sound

and you won't get hurt.

- Let me go. - Don't give me any bullshit.

Just stay down and keep your face shut.

Son of a bitch.

Goddammit.

Goddammit.

- Fuck.

Please.

Son of a bitch.

What the hell you think this is?

Disneyland or something?

- Look at what the bastard did to the cab.

What are you doing?

- He grabbed my little girl.

- Your daughter?

- Yeah. - Get in. Get in.

Come on, get in.

We'll kick his ass, that goddamn pervert.

Don't worry, partner,

I can catch anything with wheels on it.

- Woo!

We're bird-dogging him now.

We're bird-dogging him.

Hang on, baby, we're taking a shortcut.

Son of a bitch wants to play chicken? Okay.

I used to drive in the Puerto Rican 500.

You know what that is?

You get about 500 guys

and you all go over to Clayton Park and get loaded.

Then everybody goes out and steals a car,

and the first guy to make it to Bayonne, New Jersey,

pop like that, he's the winner.

Okay, we'll be on his ass like white on rice, baby.

Like white on rice.

A guy got a kid...

Look out!

A guy got a kid in my neighborhood once

and the cops didn't do nothing.

- That ain't gonna happen this time.

- Look up.

I couldn't see.

What kind of guy was it that grabbed your kid?

A colored guy?

- A white guy.

- Must be a pervert, a white guy.

No offense, but every time

I catch a guy hanging his ass out the window,

or janking a spring in the backseat,

goddamn it, it's a white guy.

I don't know what's the matter with you people.

You must wear your underwear too tight or something.

Look out!

Look out! Look out! Look out!

- Get over. Get over.

He's going left. Get over.

- We got him, on the left. - Here, it's on me.

- I'll run this car right up his ass, shit.

- Is this your truck?

- I got an emergency here.

You wanna move it out?

- Don't give me that witch doctor shit.

Just move the truck.

- Hey, you, come here.

Get in here.

- Help! No!

He's got a knife, Daddy!

Look out!

Oh, come on, leave me alone.

Let me go, please.

Come on, come on.

- Daddy.

Get out of the way.

- Inflation is a curse.

Top quality shirts here, made in Hong Kong.

Genuine Levis, watches, radios,

transistor radios, made in Taiwan.

Right here.

Hey, folks. Hey, folks.

- Did anybody see a guy go by here with a little girl?

- Don't feel funny, it's sunny.

I need your money.

Hey, hey, you.

Hey, Mike, the guy just jumped the turnstile.

That punk with the beard.

- We got a male Caucasian train hopper.

Long hair, with a beard.

Plaid shirt.

- Hey.

What's wrong with that man?

Hey, watch it.

Let me!

- You need to keep your mouth shut.

Hey, fella! Hey, fella!

- Hey, you, you're under arrest.

Come on, get up.

- Daddy!

- Come on, move. Would you move?

Don't try any more tricks like back there in the car.

Damn it.

- Get up, would you?

Come on, keep moving.

Hey, you.

You goddamn son of a bitch.

You faggot.

- Hey, man, where you selling

that white chicken pussy at, man?

- I don't want no shit with you, man.

- What do you mean you don't want no shit?

I asked you a fucking question.

You gonna be a fucking punk?

I'll kick your fucking ass.

- You know what I'm saying. - Get your hands off me.

Oh, shit.

He got me.

Oh, he got me.

Damn it.

He got me.

- I told you, no more tricks. You hear me?

Hurry!

- Wait a minute. That is my truck.

- It goes all the way back to the book of Genesis.

That's right.

- Brother, don't take my car.

I need the car for our Lord's work.

I need this car- - Sit down and shut up,

- would you? - You're breaking

a commandment.

Guess you really need to steal yourself a car-

- I'm not stealing your car.

- No, no, don't worry. I got insurance.

Praise God.

- You okay? What's the matter with you?

You got asthma or something?

- Yes, God has given me that burden.

- Shit.

And two is eight.

Father, find a spot in your heart

of saving grace.

Sweet Jesus.

In the name of the Holy Ghost.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.

All right, bring it on back now. Easy.

Oh, God!

Sweet savior. Jesus does save.

Sweet Jesus saves.

Hey, can I help you there?

- Hey, let me have chocolate on a stick.

Okay.

- There's not much you can do to a chocolate

on a stick?

Yeah, that's right.

Business is okay?

- Oh, it's dynamite.

- The reason I ask is, this Frankie,

this guy my daughter's gonna marry,

is thinking of opening up a frozen yogurt joint like this.

And he wants me to sort of invest.

Ah.

- How much you make here anyway?

About three-four thousand.

- A week?

- More when it's hot.

Hey, this guy Frankie, he's a tall, thin guy

with a mustache?

- I don't know. I've never see him.

I've heard him on the phone, though.

He sounds nice on the phone.

Lieutenant, we ought to get back here.

- Yeah, just a second.

Hey, this stuff ain't bad. It's like ice cream.

- It's much better. Low in calories, no fat.

- Great.

What do you put in this shit?

- They take some old milk, you know,

and they kind of let it go bad.

All curdled and lumpy and sour,

then they load in this bacteria culture.

- You mean, like a disease?

- Yeah, kinda.

You know, germs, kinda like a mold

that grows in the milk, and it-

Hey. By, where are you going?

I'm getting out of here. Excuse me.

- While you were inside, we just got another call.

- If it's another problem, I don't wanna hear it.

- It's a kidnapping. - The father's an ex cop.

He wrecked half the city chasing after some guy.

Now he's in the hospital raising all kinds of hell.

Get out.

What are you gonna do to me?

- Come on, come on. Let's go.

You watch your step. Stay close to me.

Hey, man, looks like Mr. Bell done dropped in.

This all used to be nice up here.

I mean, it was beautiful.

My family owned 97 units all up and down this block.

Look at it now.

You used to live here?

I still live here.

I'll always live here.

Nobody's kicking my ass out.

I don't care how many spics

and niggers you send in here to burn the place down.

What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about what they did to this place.

I'm talking about the rich bastards in the city.

$60 million in poverty funds in their pocket,

out of their pocket,

rent control, welfare, bullshit.

I got their names.

I got articles in the newspapers.

They're all gonna pay.

They send the spics and the niggers in here

to shit all over my neighborhood.

Look at this place.

Look what these animals done to it.

That's my building.

I can't even pay the taxes on it

now that the City's taken it away from me.

They gonna tear it all down.

You know what they'll do then?

Sell the land cheap.

Then who buys it?

You know who's buying up all the land

in the whole south Bronx?

Clayton goddamn Properties.

Your goddamn old man.

My father?

He doesn't have any- - Shut up.

The hell do you know?

But my name isn't Clayton, it's Boyd.

Kathy Boyd.

Kathy Boyd. Your name's Kathy Boyd?

You think you're pretty smart, don't you?

But it won't do you no good to lie to me,

'cause I know who you are.

- You don't understand.

My father isn't rich at all.

Not rich enough?

Sure, you rich bastards never have enough, do you?

No matter how much you got.

Sure as hell still got a lot more than I do, don't you?

- Sure, I guess so, but- - Goddamn right.

Your old man's gonna pay up big.

- Why don't you understand me?

I have no reason to lie to you.

- All the rich bastards lie.

That's how they get rich, and that's how they stay rich.

They're not putting anything over on me

because I'm wise to their tricks,

with their taxes and bullshit,

and all their little games they play so good?

They're all in it together.

Juggling the books.

Well, now they're gonna pay.

Now I'm gonna be the juggler.

I'm gonna juggle the books my way

and it's gonna balance out for me.

Yoo-

Yoo-

Yoo-

Yoo-

Yoo-

Hello, pretty girl.

What you doing sneaking around here?

You must be mighty lost.

- Please.

There's a man. He's chasing me.

- Why don't you just come with me?

I know a place we can hide out

and nobody will find us.

What do you say?

Pretty little thing?

Yoo-

- Hello, punk.

- Get the hell away from her.

You a dirty man, Whitey.

- You hear me?

I'm giving you a chance to walk away. Take it.

Hey, friend, have a drink?

We'll throw us a little party.

What do you say?

Chinchilla?

- Last chance, Jigaboo.

Get the fuck out of here.

- No.

- Come on.

- I'm warning you. Don't ever try that again.

A lot of very bad people live around here.

Let's go.

- There's a guy coming from the Major Case Squad

to talk a few things over with you.

- Oh shit. - Relax, would you?

Really?

- Here, try these.

- That is no good. I gotta be able to move around.

- I'm afraid you can't.

You know, you shouldn't put any weight on that

- for at least a week. - Can't you find me a cane

or something?

- Listen, I don't know what's left.

You know, the City's gonna close down the whole hospital-

- Can't you find me something?

I gotta get out of here, you understand?

I gotta find my little girl.

- Sure. I understand.

I'll see what I can dig up for you.

Dr. Franklin.

Dr. Franklin.

Dr. Wolfe for surgery.

- Hey, Boyd. Hey, Boyd. - Take that thing off.

- What the hell does it matter to you?

I'm asking you, let me go.

- You know I can't do that.

I just took my sergeant's exam.

- Tell them they took me to x-ray, and I disappeared.

- No, I can't do that. - Put yourself in my place.

- I'd hate to be in your place,

'cause you gonna have to shoot me in the back.

- A caterer? What for?

Wrong.

You give them lasagna, antipasto, wine

and rich crackers.

Hey, listen, a father ain't supposed to have nothing to do

with a bridal shower.

Of course I want it nice.

I know that Margaret is my daughter,

and so is Teresa, so is Annette,

so is, what's her name?

Michelle.

Right. All right, go ahead, do what you want.

Right. Goodbye.

- Mack, you got change for a quarter?

- No, I don't.

Yeah, I got some dimes.

- Hey, handsome.

Hey, Mr. Boyd, I found a cane for you.

- Boyd? Sean Boyd?

Hold on a second there, please.

Detective Fogarty. You're under arrest.

Frisk this guy. Frisk him.

- Lieutenant Tonelli, Major Case Squad.

- I'm really sorry.

That's okay.

- As if I ain't got enough to worry about

with the Puerto Rican bombers.

I want a full report on the officer

who was holding this man.

Are you gonna behave yourself

or I gotta put the cuffs on you?

All right, come on, let's take a little ride.

Cut the bullshit, Tonelli.

What's going on with my kid?

- Nothing new. - We're working on it.

The guy used a stolen car.

Right. We got a zero on the fingerprints so far.

You're a freaking one-man riot, Boyd.

Hit and run, assaulting a transit officer,

grand theft auto.

For crying out loud, Boyd,

don't you know that stuff's against the law?

- It was a 10-13. - I was pursuing a felon.

- But you forgot one thing, you ain't a cop no more.

I heard all about you in the 22nd precinct.

A little too smart for your own good?

So when the city went broke

and they laid off all those cops,

that gave them a chance to get rid of you, right?

- Wait a minute.

Listen, the guy dropped something around 42nd Street.

- What did he drop?

- Well, I don't know.

One of those porno girls picked it up at a parlor.

Could be something.

- Look, I gotta take you in

for all that shit you did.

You got the right to a lawyer,

you got right to bail, same everybody else.

- Hey, fuck everybody else.

You know, I'm a cop, just, like you, I was.

- Yeah, I know, and if it was my kid,

I'd probably be going nuts too.

- Then let me help. Let me get to a car.

I'll find the son of a bitch myself.

I'll find him.

- Find nothing. You'll only screw things up.

What would have happened

if you had caught up with that nut?

He might have shot you and your daughter.

I want you off the streets,

for your own sake and for her sake.

I want you to go downtown and straighten that out.

And get in touch with me.

- Not now, goddamn it. No.

- Look, these things don't work that way, Boyd.

I gotta hold of your ex wife.

She gonna meet you down there.

- You know, Tonelli,

you know when they laid off all those cops?

They should have saved some big money.

They should have canned your ass.

- Hello, baby. Hello, baby.

Come here. Did you miss me?

Did you miss me, baby?

Did you miss me?

Friend. She's a friend, Wolfgang.

Wolfgang likes my friends.

He gets real mad when they don't do what I say.

Well, come on.

Go in the kitchen, baby.

Go get your bone, Wolfgang. Go ahead.

Come in. Come in.

Sit over there.

That was my mother's chair.

Used to be the nicest one we had.

Still is.

Now, I don't wanna hear nothing out of you.

You understand?

I don't wanna hear a sound. Okay?

- Yes.

- Clayton residence.

- Mrs. Clayton, please.

- Mrs. Clayton? It's for you.

Who is it, Eldie?

- I don't know. It sounds like the school.

Oh my God, not again.

- If you've gotten yourself into hot water

at school again- - Mom, I swear.

- I don't understand. - I'll wring your little neck.

I just don't.

Hello?

- You wanna see your Kid alive again

or cut up in chunks of meat?

I want a million bucks.

I got her right here.

A million bucks or chunks of meat. Got it?

I, I don't understand.

- I got your fucking little million-dollar kid here.

I want the money. You get it.

I'll call back.

What they want this time?

Nothing.

- Eldie? - Yes, Mrs. Clayton?

Where's my father's number in the country?

- What's going on? - I know it's

- in here somewhere. - Hey Mom.

- I think you'd better call Mr. Clayton.

- Mom, what's going on? - No, on second thought,

I think you'd better call the police.

- Mom, what's wrong?

- I got a surprise for you.

Look what you get to have.

I got some real nice stuff for you to eat,

with ice cream afterward.

But you gotta eat your sandwich first.

That's what my mother would always say,

"You gotta eat your lunch or you can't have dessert."

Don't you wanna have your ice cream?

- No, thank you. I'm on a diet.

- You gonna eat, goddammit.

I bought it for you.

What do, what do you mean, you're on a diet?

- You know?

I'm too plump.

- What are you, out of your mind?

A woman's got to have some meat on her bones.

That's what my father always said.

You gotta have meat.

He used to see pictures of those skinny models,

you know, in the magazines?

He said they look like men.

"Now, your mother," he said,

"your mother's got some meat on her bones."

Then he'd laugh and laugh.

I think you look just fine.

You're gonna have your lunch now, right?

Right?

Right?

- Jerry? - What you want?

- I'm Detective Fogarty. This here's Boyd.

- I'll book this through, Collie.

He's an old buddy of mine.

Lieutenant Tonelli called down about it.

- Hello, Mr. Boyd!

- You're supposed to book him through

and take him down to 42nd Street-

- Yeah, yeah, I know all about it.

I'll handle it.

I'll take good care of Mr. Boyd.

I just hoped to God that I would see you again.

- I wanna make a phone call.

- Yeah, be my guest.

Only first we got a full report to make out,

right, Mr. Boyd?

- What the fuck are you pulling?

Tonelli said- - What Tonelli said

don't mean shit around here.

Now, you wanna move into the interrogation room, Mr. Boyd?

- I want a lawyer, Barnes, now.

- You wrote a report that I was making a Puerto Rican chick

in the station, Mr. Boyd?

- Yeah, getting rich, knocking down on all the potential-

- You know what that did to my wife and kid?

- Did she make you sleep on the couch?

Believe me, there's nothing I'd rather do than stay here

and kick the shit out of you,

but we haven't got time-

- Time, you maggot?

You got me suspended

- two lousy months without pay. - Listen to me,

a guy's got my kid.

- I had to beg them just to get back on the crummy force.

Bitch.

They passed me in and out of every fucking precinct

in this city, and I got you to thank for it,

you ugly sucker.

- Hey, listen to me, you lame idiot,

you're supposed to be a cop.

You're nothing but scum.

- You up and ratted on your fellow brother officer.

You protect your own, Mr. Boyd.

Scum like you don't belong in the force.

When they got the chance, they canned your rotten ass,

not mine, you punk.

- Miserable fucking bastard.

- Sean? Sean!

What happened?

- Let's get out of here.

- Where's Kathy?

They said something happened to her.

- Where is she? - Get in the car. Let's go.

- What's wrong? - Drive. Slow.

They booked me and I walked out.

I don't understand.

- We were in the park jogging.

Kathy went off toward school.

I heard her screaming.

And some guy grabbed her and pulled her into their car.

- What? - Yeah.

Maybe he won't hurt her.

You know, some of these guys just,

maybe he'll just let her go, you know?

- Is she, I mean, when you saw her, was she all right?

- Yeah, I think so. Turn here.

I'll find her. I promise you.

- How are you gonna find her?

- Look, these things happen.

- Yeah, sure they happen.

That rotten neighborhood and the creeps in that park.

What the hell else did you expect to happen?

- Look, if it makes you feel better to blame it on me,

go ahead, okay?

Is that what you want?

- Since when did you care what someone else wants?

- I did what I had to.

- You did what you wanted to.

And you always do what you want to.

Now you're a lousy truck driver,

and you live in the slum with the rest of the degenerates,

and Kathy pays for it.

You kept her there, goddammit, now she pays for it.

- It isn't fair. - Stop the freaking car.

Stop.

She don't wanna live in a goddamn house in Connecticut.

You understand?

She wants to stay here, you neurotic bitch.

She likes the city.

- That's because she's never known any different.

She grew up in a goddamn cesspool

where people are raped on the street.

- Hey, I'm sorry, we all can't be born rich.

- Oh, bullshit! You could have had a career.

You just had to louse everything up.

Oh, it's so wrong if a couple of cops made some extra money.

Everybody makes extra money.

- Shit, yes, and move to Connecticut

and live in a rich fucking house.

All I had to do was keep my mouth shut

and play the game and ride the train, right?

- All I ever wanted was to move to a decent place,

a safe place- - All you ever wanted

- was more. - Where we bring up Kathy.

But no, you couldn't move.

You love New York, you love the old neighborhood.

- You're full of shit.

Hey, Barbara. She'll be okay, you know?

You go gonna stay at your sister's.

I'll let you know.

I'll let you know.

Have your missus and your daughter get on the plane

and go out to the coast.

Or if you got a place in Connecticut?

- You it's a damn shame, Lieutenant,

when people can't live in their own apartment.

- It's a nice place you got here.

What does it set you back? $2,000 a month?

- We own the building.

Marguerite, this is Lieutenant Tonelli.

He asked if there were any sounds,

any noises that came through

when the phone call came in.

- No, I don't think so. I'm sorry.

- All right.

If he calls back,

this time we'll get him on tape,

and then maybe we hear something we can identify.

Fogarty, is that rig plugged in the phone yet?

- We got it all hooked up.

Anything that comes in, we trace.

Except, it's gonna take two minutes.

- All right, I wanna test it myself.

- Use that phone, Lieutenant.

- All right.

Fogarty, dial my house, would you?

- Okay.

- Excuse me.

- Got it? - Got it.

- Hello?

Who? It's me.

No, no, I can't talk now.

I'm just testing out a phone.

- It'll be all right, baby.

Hey, hey, pipe down, people are listening.

No, no, it's all right.

I don't wanna hear about invitations now.

Wrong. Good bye.

This works very well.

Now, I want you to do what you normally do,

only keep your daughter inside.

I'll check back with you later, say, tonight.

- But aren't you staying, Lieutenant?

I mean, until he calls.

- He's a nut.

Maybe he called once.

Who knows if he'll call again?

Look, I got a lot of stuff.

I had five bomb calls today.

Can you believe that?

I'll see you later.

- But aren't you assigned to this case, Lieutenant?

- Right, I'm assigned all over the place.

I'll be back.

- Lieutenant!

I pay more taxes to this city in one month

than you and your damn precinct earn in a year.

I think I'm entitled to some consideration.

- Meaning what?

Go ahead, why don't you say it?

What are you gonna do?

Call your friend the commissioner?

Who else, the mayor?

Tell him I want a raise.

- I don't make idle threats, Lieutenant.

I take action and I get results.

- You know, I deal with murderers,

rapists, thieves, creeps of all kinds.

They don't scare me.

You scare me.

I'll see you later.

- Hello.

- Hello. Is this the Clayton residence?

Yes.

- Have you got Prince Albert in a can?

- I'm sorry. What did you say?

- What I said was do you have Prince Albert in a can?

You'd better let him out.

Who is this?

You got the goddamn million bucks like I told you?

- Listen, this is Mr. Clayton.

My wife doesn't wanna talk to you.

You talk to me. You understand?

- Mr. Clayton?

Clayton Century Properties?

How's the real estate business,

you fucking multimillionaire bastard?

- Fine.

-I'll bet it is.

You don't have niggers and Puerto Ricans

taking over your buildings, do you?

- What do you mean? - I'm wise to your game,

you son of a bitch.

You send spics and niggers in

to ruin a decent neighborhood,

so buy it up cheap, tear it down

and put up your fancy buildings.

- Look, if there's something that I've done

or something that my company has done,

I'm sure we can settle.

If you'll just give me some way

that I can get a hold of you.

- The fuck I will. I'm giving you shit.

You give me a million bucks,

or you'll never see your kid again.

- Got it? - Yeah.

So listen, how are you gonna get my kid?

- I'll cut her up, you son of a bitch.

She's sitting right here.

- She's sitting there?

You got the goddamn million like I told you?

- Yeah, I got the million.

Where did you get her?

- Outside your Belfair Arms, Clayton.

In the park?

- There's a concert there tonight.

Behind the stage, there's a maintenance building,

that's where I want the money.

One man walks in, leaves the money inside.

You understand?

And I'm watching all the time.

- Yeah, but how do I know you got my kid?

How do I know you got any kid?

- 'Cause I'll cut her hand off and send it to you

in a paper bag like you suckers screwed everybody else

out of their property.

- Put her on the phone. - Let me talk to her.

- Fuck you, I'll put her on the phone.

- Oh, he's got a kid there, all right.

And it ain't yours.

Jesus Christ, I bet it's Boyd's girl.

- They got it all.

They got the whole goddamn world,

and they let the spic niggers in.

You know why?

So everything stays the same.

'Cause as soon as everything gets too good,

nature says you gotta balance it all back

so they send the spics and the niggers in

to keep everything just right, 98.6.

Stick a thermometer

up the earth's ass any time, day or night,

98.6 in the beehive.

Anybody gets in the way of that,

anybody don't like that,

they kick his ass out of the beehive,

because nature don't like that.

Well, fuck you, nature. Fuck you.

- Barnes, 22nd Precinct.

Yeah, give me a 22-5.

Sean Boyd.

6'2", Caucasian, 175 pounds.

Wears a beard.

Wanted for assault on officer

and attempted murder.

Suspect believed headed for the 42nd Street, porno district.

Out.

Enjoy. It's all yours.

Every fantasy you've ever had.

Right this way is a-

- Hey, brother.

Where you going, man?

You looking around or you gonna walk down?

I got something nice and young.

I got a great piece of white chicken here.

No rough stuff with this broad, you know what I mean?

If you want rough stuff, I mean I can get that too.

- Hey, I'm looking for a girl I saw this morning.

She was out in front of all these joints, in a robe.

- Hey, I can get them dressed up any which way.

Brother, what you dig?

Leather, I'm using lace or,

how about a cowgirl outfit?

Or how about something, you know?

Hey, where you going?

You don't wanna go in there, man.

That's self-service.

You stroke your own.

- Gladys. Quarters.

Everything costs quarters.

- Hey, man, give me some help.

- Yeah, what for?

- I'm looking for a girl that was out front this morning

in a robe.

- Well, the chick's downstairs,

got this robe but you don't see nothing.

- It's the same girls that were here this morning, right?

- Well, partner, money talks and bullshit walks,

and that's the way it be.

- Here, take five for yourself and give me five in quarters.

- Thanks, friend.

Those same girls are still here,

but I don't know which chick you're looking for.

Quarters.

Everything costs quarters.

- Shake it out, shake it out.

Get down. Get down.

Get down, get down, get down.

Come on, daddy.

Booth number six is open

and we've got three hot, nasty lovely ladies

doing it for you,

doing it to you, yeah.

Oh, reach for your cock

and grab onto something hard and round.

It's a quarter.

We've got a lot for your quarters, daddy, yeah.

- Hi, sweetheart.

- Hi, how're you doing? - Hey, listen.

A guy ran by here this morning and dropped something,

and one of these girls picked it up.

- Picked it up? - Yeah.

Why don't you pick up on this?

- Do you like that? - Will you listen to me?

That's the girl right there.

I wanna talk to that girl.

She saw the guy,

- and she picked it up. - I got all you need.

- Knock it off, will you?

The guy kidnapped my daughter, my girl.

- Come on, honey.

- I chased him right in front of the place.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

♪ Do you wonder what the night will bring ♪

♪ Don't you dare ♪

- Oh, hi, it's you again?

- How you doing? - A guy ran by here

this morning.

He dropped something.

And that girl right there picked it up.

And I wanna see her.

Do you understand?

- See me. - I wanna talk to this girl.

- Talk to me. - Listen to me.

Get her over here.

That girl, right there, saw the whole thing,

and I gotta talk to her, please.

- What, this girl? - Get that girl over here,

you hear me?

There's some guy over here

banging on the window.

- Come here.

♪ Do you wonder what the night will bring ♪

♪ Don't you dare, let's not talk about it ♪

♪ Do you feel that you ♪

- Come on, baby. What can I help you with?

- You're the one.

You were out front this morning, remember?

A guy dropped something, you picked it up?

- Yeah, you like a nice little pair like I got here?

- Look, I gotta find this creep.

He took my little girl.

- He took your girl? - Yeah.

Poor, baby.

Don't worry, you'll find another one.

- Hey, goddamn it, you know what I'm talking about.

Hey, home back here, I'm talking to you.

- Hey, it's you. You decided to stay.

- Tell that other girl to come over here.

Come on, have a nice time.

- Go get her, will you?

- Go get her yourself.

♪ Do you wonder what the night will bring ♪

- Gonna break their necks and sue me,

and I want those-

- Hey, you, come here.

- Hey, Susie, this creep keeps-

- Why don't you get out of here, you fucking prick.

Get that son of a bitch out of here.

Bitch, you gonna learn.

Fucking police.

- Ay baby, this is what the guy dropped.

It's a dog license or something.

And that medallion.

- Thanks hey.

What the hell am I paying you scumbags for?

42nd and 8th,

a man with a beard,

fitting your description just wrecked a porno joint,

headed east on 42nd.

- Acknowledge. Out.

Hey, what's going on?

Oh, my God!

Sean Boyd.

Halt, Boyd. Freeze.

Hold it, Boyd.

- Get down, get down. - Get down.

Move!

Everybody down.

Get down.

Halt, Boyd!

- Hey, get me out of here.

He's crazy. He'll kill us both.

- Freeze, Boyd!

- What the hell's going on here?

- Barnes, 22nd.

He's an armed fugitive.

- I can't believe it.

- What's he armed with?

All I saw was you blasting off that shotgun.

- All right. All right.

- Listen, I don't give a shit

who you're shooting at,

you can't blast people off the sidewalk.

Get off my back.

- I don't believe it.

- Nut picked a hell of a good spot for a drop.

- I mean, how the hell you gonna stake out

a crowd like this?

- He's some kind of wiseguy.

He thinks he's gonna use this rock concert

as a decoy.

- Maybe, yeah, maybe.

- Hey, what's this?

You know, I think this wacko's gonna come strolling through

that jungle like he was King Kong.

- Yeah, maybe. Maybe.

But it's not gonna matter.

It's not gonna matter, 'cause he's got to come out

into the open to get the money.

- Maybe. - That's it.

- What do you mean that's it?

- We've got the light towers.

We man the light towers.

He steps into the open ground,

we whack him in crossfire,

bingo, finished, ended.

- You start firing around a crowd like that,

you're gonna have a freaking riot on your hands.

- What riot we gonna have on our hands?

These kids are all pilled up.

You know what they're gonna hear?

They're gonna hear a couple of pops, Tonelli.

A couple of pops and some background rock 'n' roll music.

- Suppose he's got the kid with him?

He's been using her as a shield.

- Well, then we got to aim a little high, you know?

- Now, you wait just one fricking minute, Deitz.

We're talking about an ex-cop's daughter here.

- I got my problems downtown on this.

I'm getting a lot of heat on it, you understand that?

- Well, you can tell that rich fucking whore Clayton

that he can send the chief of police himself down here

personally to kick my ass if he wants to.

I ain't sending no kid through no crossfire.

You got that?

Now, come on, let's see what we got over there.

Why don't you go up there, check the attic?

- Yes, sir.

Could be rats up there.

- What the hell's a rat gonna do to you?

He can't eat you.

A freaking tiger or something, that'd eat you.

Go ahead.

All right, we'll place one of your trigger-happy faggots-

- One of my what?

- Don't worry about it.

We'll place one of my men up there where you are.

- That's better.

- It'll be dark.

We'll put the money over here.

The nut comes through the door,

then even if he's got the girl with him,

we've got a clear shot at him.

Clear enough.

No crossfire, no riot, no bullshit.

You got it?

- Okay, Tonelli, we'll work together on this one.

I'll give your man first crack at it.

But if he screws up,

I'm gonna personally waste anything that's moving.

- Thank you, miss.

Yeah, give me a 10-90.

New York City Animal Regulations Records.

Yeah, Barnes. Barnes.

New York City Animal Regulations Records.

Give me the goddamn address, all right?

Yeah, all right. Thank you.

- Oh, I gotcha. That's a good boy.

- Is this all right?

Is this the one you wanted me to put on?

- Yeah, that's it.

My mother used to like blue.

She and the old man used to go to concerts all the time.

Carnegie Hall and all that.

She's buried over in Brooklyn.

We owned the whole goddamn block.

- It's a very pretty dress.

- You look very nice in it, too.

I want you to have it. You can keep it, okay?

- Thank you.

- It's all right.

I'll make it all back anyway, with interest.

A million dollars' worth.

- But I told you,

my father doesn't have a million dollars.

- You just keep it up,

go ahead, maybe you can convince me,

but you better hope not,

because if I don't get my money,

you know what's gonna happen to you, don't you?

- My father was a policeman.

- You're a little liar.

You think you can scare me off saying that?

You know what my mother used to do to me when I lied?

She used to take me by the ear,

drag me in the kitchen and wash my mouth out with soap.

Is that what you want me to do to you?

- Today, I mean, this morning, it was my birthday.

We were going to the ballet

and someplace special for dinner.

Had a heavy date?

- With my father, not with a boy.

I never had a real date yet with a boy.

Crap.

- It's kind of funny,

here I got 1,000 dogs that don't have no tag,

and you come in here with a tag that don't have no dog.

I don't care about the dog,

I gotta find the guy that used to own the dog.

- Hey, this has been one hell of a crazy day.

And I'm, you know, I'm busy, you know?

It's close to quitting time.

Oh, I get it.

Money talks and bullshit walks?

- That ain't nice.

That ain't necessary.

Okay, plated on the neck chain.

People fix them up like that

when they got a special dog and they die.

That's an old number, maybe 10-15 years.

- The guy that dropped that tag,

he's wanted by the cops.

He grabbed my kid. He's still got her.

- Yeah, I know people like I know my dogs,

and I believe you.

I hope the records girl hasn't gone home yet.

You'd be surprised at the records we got here.

It can be filed under anything,

dog bites, dog strays, miscellaneous animals.

We're gonna be here for some time, you know?

I told Maria here about your kid story.

She's gonna stay late and help out.

She knows where all the bodies are buried.

- Watch your head. - Don't worry, we'll find it.

- We've got all the goddamn records.

They wonder how we spend 15 cents-

- But we aren't looking for any 15 cents.

Do you think you could get this box down for me?

- Yeah, why not? Sure.

- Receipts like that started with Fiorello La Guardia.

Everything before 'em was all graft.

Dollar in your pocket, dollar for the city.

- The numbers, they make a jump here.

This series- - Well, you got have

- all the. - This is in 1964.

- Water flooded in here in '72.

Soaked the whole goddamn place.

Don't worry, we saved most of it, right Maria?

- If it isn't in these license receipts,

we'll go on to the rabies shots records.

We'll keep digging.

And don't worry about the overtime.

I already punched out.

- I'll take care of this.

Just get lost, okay?

Stay out here.

Sergeant Barnes, police department.

Just stay out.

- What about the seals, whales and wild horses?

All dog food.

You know what this country feeds dogs,

you can feed all of India.

Like one sick stray, put him away

and the newspapers are having a shit-fit.

And I got another five years.

When I retire they can have it.

When I first started you could drive out to Brooklyn.

Who drives anywhere?

No, these all have the first three numbers right.

What were those last two numbers again?

- Oh, wait a minute.

290570,

71, 72, 73, 74, 75,

I got it.

- Run. Go ahead, run.

- Listen to me, Barnes.

I found him. I got the guy's name and address.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Police business.

Now move outside, Mr. Boyd.

- Sure, but let's call

- it in first. - Outside.

- For Christ's sake, it's a kidnapping.

- I got one case to worry about,

an escaped fucking prisoner, you.

And that's the one I'm gonna take care of,

one way or the other, all right?

- Now move. Move. - Please, officer.

Let me have his name. I can call.

- Do something so I can blow your head off. Move.

You have every right to be pissed,

but don't take it out on my kid?

Move.

It'll take five minutes.

- You've got the address. - Go ahead.

- Just call it in.

Look, don't you understand that paper,

that's the only chance my kid has got?

- I'm gonna take it

and throw it down the freaking sewer?

Now move.

My leg. My leg.

Help. Help me.

- For God's sake.

- Get him off. Take it easy, fella.

Okay, we'll get you out of here in a minute.

Grab him by the arms.

- Better call an ambulance

before the maggot bleeds to death.

Hey, somebody call an ambulance.

- Gus Soltic. - Baker Avenue?

- It's an address in the south Bronx, isn't it?

- I go home that way.

I can take the Pelham Line.

It's a pretty bad neighborhood.

Yeah, I know.

You should really do something for that.

I don't need nothing.

- The police, they couldn't help you?

- You saw how the cops helped me.

- Well, they're not all as bad as this one.

- Look, if this guy Soltic smells the cops coming in,

who knows what he'll do to Kathy?

Besides, I want this bastard myself.

- You should have a weapon or a gun or something.

- Yeah, I wish I had a gun.

- My brother has a gun, but he's over in Brooklyn.

- Where do you get off?

- 185th.

- Hey, thanks.

- How old's your daughter?

- 13, today.

- Her birthday? - Yeah.

- Today? - How about that?

I bought her tickets to the ballet, you know?

She's crazy about the ballet.

I know this sounds funny,

but you know what I keep thinking?

- I'm sorry she isn't gonna be there.

It's that ballet.

I don't even know if she's alive

and I keep thinking about the goddamn ballet.

- I'll be all right.

Your stop.

- Oh yeah.

Take care of yourself.

- Okay.

- Hey, hey.

I decided to walk with you,

tell you which side of the street to stay off of.

- Won't your old man be looking for you?

- What old man?

- Taxi.

- Where you going, man?

- Taxi. Hey, taxi.

I need your help.

3925 Baker Avenue.

- I don't know about Baker Avenue, man.

Everything gone over there.

Might not be no...

Hey,

- Where you going, man?

- Going with one of our chicks, man,

we cut your nuts off.

- She's helping me find this address.

Then get your ass out of Borinqua Avenue.

- I'll take him out, he already paid me.

- Like shit.

- Yeah, like shit.

Move, Puta.

- Look, I got no reason to mess with her,

and I sure got no time to mess with you.

I only wanna find this guy Soltic.

Well, then you find him.

You dig it? You find him, asshole.

Get the fuck out of here.

- Cut him.

- Hey, man, come on.

Come on.

Man, that's a mean bunch of chili peppers.

- Let's get out of here.

- 3925 Baker Avenue.

- You got it. - What's the matter

with these people anyway?

- Well, you, you're the welfare,

or the credit man or a cop.

- Now, what's that supposed mean?

- Honey, why else does a white man

come around here asking questions?

You push too hard.

People gonna push back, shit.

You white folks brought nigger slaves over here

to pick cotton and make you rich.

And we've been a pain in your ass ever since.

But did you learn?

- No, sir. - Tell me about it.

- Now, instead of niggers,

you done brought in the Puerto Ricans.

And honey, they a pain in the ass to everybody.

- Let's go, man. Come on.

Go. Go.

- Hello, Clayton?

Here it is.

9:00 PM, the concert starts.

The music's playing, everyone's having a good time.

One guy goes behind the bandstand,

walks into the maintenance building.

He comes out leaving the money.

No cops, no nothing.

- Yeah, I got it. One guy alone.

Right. Alone. Right.

- And I'll have a knife on the kid all the time,

you understand?

I'll cut her goddamn head off, okay?

Fucking Hampton rich man Clayton II!

9:00 PM, and no shit with the serial numbers, right?

- They're all mixed up.

They're in a suitcase. All $100 bills.

- Yeah, ten thousand $100 bills, right?

What the fuck was that?

- Nothing, nothing. I dropped something.

- You lying bastard, you bugging this phone?

- No, no, no. Look, we got the money.

We got the money here.

- We? What's the we shit?

You got it and I got the goddamn kid.

You, you! Get over here.

Tell him you want to go home or I'll kill you.

I...

- Tell him.

Say it.

- I wanna go home. Please, he's gonna kill me.

- Okay? You hear that, suck-tooth?

And you told me your father was a goddamn cop.

It's time to get the pot of gold

at the end of the rainbow, sweetmeat.

- I, I'd better change.

- Rockefeller Plaza, Baker Avenue.

- Got to be on this block somewhere.

- Excuse me, lady, we're looking for a man.

White man.

He lives on this block somewhere.

Had a kid with him.

3925. Got a dog.

- Couple of them around here. - There he is, there he is.

There goes that motherfucker.

- What's the name of that man you say you're looking for?

- Soltic. Gus Soltic. - Gus Soltic.

- Soltic?

Oh, you mean the mole man.

Works down in them steam tunnels

under Central Park.

Crawls down them pipes with all the rats.

Shit, that sucker is crazy.

- Where is he now?

- That's the mole man's building right over there.

Come on. Let's go.

We will kill you.

Yo, fellas!

- Get him, you guys.

- Mother fucker. - Get him.

- Hey, man, you see a guy come running by here with a kid?

- No, I didn't see nobody.

I didn't see nobody.

- Daddy.

Fuck, we've got you now.

We got him.

Your ass is mine.

Come on. Police.

- Hey, I gotta get hold of one of your Lieutenants.

Hey, help me, will you?

Hey, who the hell are you?

Hey, I got to get a hold of a guy

from the Major Case Squad, Lieutenant Tonelli.

Fucking undercover assholes,

and your fucking long hair and tennis shoes.

Dial bronze-52, code three.

- Fucking made-in-Japan shit.

- You all right?

Yeah, thanks. I owe you one?

Here, you take this.

Lieutenant Tonelli, where the hell is he?

He's on a stakeout.

They're paying a ransom.

- Ransom? What do you mean ransom?

Get Tonelli, goddammit!

No can do.

He's holding position behind the stage.

- What stage? Where?

At the concert,

Central park, tonight.

Sons of bitches.

What the hell are you doing?

- What the hell are you doing, man?

- I'm going to get my daughter.

- You're gonna get killed, is what you're doing.

- Tonelli doesn't know that Soltic works under the park,

and he ain't gonna be doing what they think.

- Won't be long now, kid.

We got 'em right where we want 'em.

You and me.

- Excuse me, excuse me. - Oh my God.

- Police business.

Lieutenant Tonelli,

- Major Case Squad. - I don't sign autographs.

- I want you to do me a favor.

- I don't sing baladi.

- Listen, honey, when you start playing tonight,

no matter what happens, just keep playing loud.

You understand?

- No problem. No problem.

- The money sure looks as real as hell, don't it?

Tell those guys to quit screwing around.

It's almost time to put the money where I told you.

Go ahead.

Not doing. Not gonna do this too much more.

- Hey, I'm sorry.

- About what?

- All that shit. Getting you mixed up.

- Don't be.

I'm not sorry. Really.

Okay, everybody, it's about time.

I think we're gonna go.

We're gonna get it on,

and here they are.

Let's hear it for them.

- Sounds like they're waiting for us up there, don't it?

- Who?

- They think they're gonna catch me when I get the money.

They think I'm coming out, but I'm not coming out.

Maybe you're not, either.

Maybe when we get that money

we can both go off together somewhere, me and you.

But you told them that you'd let me go.

You promised.

Maybe you won't want to go back.

We'd be rich. Think about it, okay?

You stay here.

- You give the orders? - That's right.

Hey, just make sure you come back.

- Boyd, you're fucking up a stakeout.

- Tonelli, listen to me.

- No, you listen to me. - You're under arrest.

- The guy's name is Gus Soltic.

He works in the tunnels, in the pipes under here.

- What?

- He's gonna come up under that fucking building.

Under?

Oh shit.

Deitz, give me that radio.

Tonelli to Anderson. Anderson, come in.

Come in.

- Kathy!

- Anderson, come in.

Come in. Did you get him?

Damn it, Anderson, over.

- You stupid bastards.

I told you no tricks or I'll kill the kid.

Kathy.

Soltic, you've got the money, let her go.

You in there, listen to me.

You've got the wrong kid.

- I don't give a shit who I got,

I've got the money, don't I?

Dumb, fucking cop bastards.

I'm gonna keep her.

♪ I'm gonna keep her ♪

- Christ.

- I fucked up, Lieutenant.

- No, you didn't, son, I did.

Just hold still now. Try not to move.

You're gonna be all right.

All right, get an ambulance in here.

I got a wounded officer.

- Is my home down here, kid.

I know it like the back of my hand.

Now you stay real close to me,

otherwise the rats are gonna get you.

- Kathy.

- Please, mister, let me go.

I promise not to tell anyone.

- You don't really want them to find us, do you?

Because if he did, he'd ruin it for us, wouldn't he?

Million-dollar baby.

- Why, why'd you do that?

- Kathy.

Kathy.

- Daddy.

- Soltic, listen to me.

Get away from us.

- Listen to me.

I don't care about you,

or the cops or the money.

Take the money. Keep the frigging money.

Just let my kid go.

- Daddy. Stop.

Stop it!

Daddy, over here.

Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

We did it. We're all clear.

You killed him.

Got the money.

Let go of me.

Let me go.

- We can be together, you and me.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Get back.

Get back.

- Kathy, get out.

She wants to be with me.

- You've got the money.

- I want the money for her.

We're gonna have fine things again,

like it used to be.

It's gonna be perfect.

We're gonna have everything we want.

Everything going to be just right.

Now get out of here and leave us alone.

Get out of here!

- Don't be afraid.

- Get out of here.

- He won't hurt you.

Just go on.

- See? She wants to stay with me, right?

- Keep going up the ladder.

- Please, I want you to stay.

Could you please stay so everything could be right again?

- Up, right on out the top. Go on.

- No.

I love you, little girl.

I'm gonna Kill you.

- Kathy.

- Daddy. - You all right?

Thanks.

Yeah, I guess so, but-

- But what?

I still don't want to go back to Mommy's.

I love you very much.

- You're beautiful, kid. - Thanks.

Just like your old man. Come on.

♪ Won't you tell us just what's on your mind ♪

♪ Why do you run and hide ♪

♪ Could it be that you hate too much ♪

♪ Do you even hate the man inside ♪

♪ Night juggler ♪

♪ Treat me like a puppet on a string ♪

♪ Night juggler ♪

♪ Do you wonder what the night will bring ♪

♪ Won't you tell us just what's on your mind ♪

♪ Why do you run and hide ♪

♪ Could it be that you hate too much ♪

♪ Do you even hate the man inside ♪

♪ Won't you tell us just what's on your mind ♪

♪ Why do you run and hide ♪

♪ Could it be that you hate too much ♪

♪ Do you even hate the man inside ♪

♪ Night juggler ♪

♪ Night juggler ♪

♪ Night juggler ♪

♪ Night juggler ♪

♪ Night juggler ♪