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(nature sounds)

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(ballad playing on the radio)

- [Radio Announcer] WPPL Providence Radio.

News time it's 11 pm.

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of Gemini VII soared smoothly-

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More news at 11:30.

This is Jim Sanders for WPPL Providence Radio

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(crickets chirping and frogs croaking)

(tires skid)

- Daddy, daddy wake up.

Daddy.

(nature sounds)

Mommy!

Daddy.

Daddy.

Mommy!

Mommy!

(nature sounds and ominous music)

Mommy.

Mommy.

(girl screams)

(slow tempo instrumental music)

- Damn.

- [Boy off screen] What's up home boy?

What's up home boy?

What it be like?

- [Georgie] Georgie.

- Georgie, yeah this is Ray. - Who?

- [Ray] Ray Ponti you know remember me?

- Oh yeah, yeah.

- I'm looking for Marty is he there?

- I can't hear a fucking word you're saying.

Where the hell are you, the moon?

- I'm looking for Marty is he around?

- Yeah hang on.

Marty.

I ain't a secretary you know.

Marty!

- Sorry.

- Stop doing that shit in my bathroom.

- What shit?

- Jesus

- [Marty] Hello.

- Hey Marty it's your old buddy Ray.

- Oh hey Ray.

I was looking for you.

How's it going big guy?

- Good, good.

You gonna be there awhile?

- Sure but make it fast.

PJ's coming by.

We're going out to her ma's.

I gotta be on the road by 10.

- No problem.

I'll be right over.

- [Marty] Make it snappy.

Hey don't look at me.

I didn't ask him to call.

- This is a bar Marty.

You want office space try Fifth Avenue.

Take your suckers somewhere else

and tell that pimp brother in law of yours the same.

This ain't Brooklyn.

- Hey I'm not Richie's poodle.

You wanna talk to him, you talk to him.

Asshole.

(sirens blaring)

- My daughter's birthday you see.

Wanna get her a little something.

Something special, something nice.

Don't need much, 60 bucks.

Just an overnighter.

I'll pay you back tomorrow.

My check comes tomorrow.

- I can't do it buddy.

No loans.

You owe me enough already.

- What are you talking about?

60 bucks, I'll pay you back 70.

- Ray I'm sorry I can't do it.

Don't make it hard for me.

Here.

- Hey handsome. - Oh Sonya baby.

I'll call you later alright.

- You better. - I promise.

- Alright, bye Ray.

(dog barking)

- It's your daughter's birthday huh?

Maybe I can help.

You remember my sister's husband Richie?

- Yeah why?

- Well him and me got this thing coming up.

Tonight actually.

We need a chauffeur, pick up and delivery.

I need someone I can trust.

If you're interested,

I'll call Richie and try him out on it.

- Oh Marty, can't you just loan me?

I'm good for it.

What's the big deal-

- Come on Ray what do you take me for Chase Manhattan?

I'm offering you a chance.

You should be grateful.

- I'm grateful.

I need it now.

I mean it's her birthday.

- That's what I'm saying.

Maybe we can work something out.

An advance.

See we got a few things we need

to take out to Brooklyn to Richie's partner.

Nothing much, a few pornos,

some bootleg tapes and some cigarettes.

You could make a few hundred.

Get your daughter whatever you want.

- You know I'm not into that shit.

- Ray, you gotta bend a little.

Hey look at yourself.

You're 44 years old.

You got nothing.

When are you gonna start living huh?

Alright, suit yourself Ray.

I'm just trying to help.

Look I gotta run.

I'll talk to you later.

Give me a call you change your mind.

- Marty!

- [Marty] Shit

Jesus.

- Marty, where the hell do you think you're going?

You said to meet you here.

- I was going by your place.

- Uh huh like hell.

You forgot all about it didn't you?

- No, brunch at your mother's.

Look sweetheart give me a break.

Say hello to Ray.

- Hi there Ray.

I'm sorry.

- How you been PJ? - Fine.

- We'd better get going.

I'll talk to you later maybe.

- Yeah maybe.

- Give me the keys.

- What're you talking about?

- I don't want you driving.

I'm still paying on that fender.

Bye Ray.

- This is real Ray.

I wouldn't let it go.

Think about it.

(yelling at each other in the car)

(car crashes and something breaking)

(mellow jazz music)

(coughing)

- Hey Ray where you been man?

- Oh it's been really crazy Bernie.

My daughter's home from college.

It's been like one thing after another.

- Hey look I'm a little short.

How about that 30 bucks you owe me huh?

- Bernie you're very short.

- What the fuck's so funny?

- Look I gotta get going.

I'll catch up with you guy later.

- Hey you better call me man.

- Cute flowers guy.

- Yeah real cute.

(sirens blaring)

(horn honking)

(slow tempo piano music)

(mechanical tool whirring)

- Come on.

God dammit.

What are you doing here?

- I was looking for you.

You sure that's alright?

- Oh yeah, yeah.

It's nothing.

How you been?

- Hi Charlie.

- You look good.

- Thanks, you too.

- So what brings you down here?

Your subway derail?

- I need to talk to you.

Can you get away for a minute?

- Yeah, sure.

Hang on a second.

- That yours?

- Yeah, it's a piece of shit.

Hey Sal, be a champ and watch the shop.

I'll be back in half hour.

- [Sal] Yeah no problem.

- Come on let's get out of here.

- I tried calling before I came down

but no one picked up.

- Oh that was you huh? - Yeah

(slow jazz music)

(uptempo hip hop music)

(kids yelling and dog barking)

(slow jazz music)

(couple laughing)

- Hey you guys shut the fuck up.

You sound like a couple of hyenas.

- Don't worry about it man.

- Yeah come on cool out.

You were fine.

- Eat me.

(phone rings)

- Hello.

It's Sonya, who's this?

Yeah hang on.

It's your friend, Ray.

- What do you want Ray, I'm busy.

- Listen I've been thinking about

what you said this morning.

I changed my mind.

I'll drive for you tonight.

- Hey that's great big guy.

Hang on a second.

It's Ray Ponti.

He's gonna drive.

- Oh great.

It's Ray huh?

He fucks up, it's your ass Marty.

- Relax, relax.

Terrific.

Listen Ray, meet me at the waterfront in Weehawken,

by the piers at 9:45.

I'll be in Richie's caddy waiting for you.

- Fine, I'll see you a quarter to 10.

Thanks buddy.

- And Ray don't be late.

We're counting on you.

- I'll be there don't worry.

- Stupid asshole.

- Hey come on let's get out of here.

I mean it.

- [Radio] Now here our host Tom Robbins

on the nightline.

We've got a great show for you tonight

with some special surprises, so stick around.

Now the news.

A 76 year old man who lived minutes

from a Manhattan hospital died

of a heart attack after what

city officials acknowledged...

- 10:30.

- [Ray] Marty.

- Fucking Asshole.

What happened?

It's 10:30.

You were supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

- I got off at the wrong PATH station.

- Why the hell did you take the subway?

Man you smell like a still.

What'd you do, swim in the shit?

You gotta drive.

- I had a few short ones.

Relax, I'm fine.

Where's the limo?

- It's over there.

You used to drive a truck didn't you?

In the force?

- What's with the fucking truck?

You told me you needed a chauffeur.

- It was just a figure of speech.

It's a truck, whatever.

Bring it into the city to Brooklyn,

drop it off with this guy

and bring be back the money.

Quick $300 bucks.

Now let's get going.

- That's not what you told me.

I don't like being conned.

- Hey, hey relax.

Make a few bucks, get your daughter a nice present.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- What's in it?

- I told you this morning.

Some porno shit, cigarettes and a slot.

It's nothing.

- What's that mean slot?

- Slot machine come on Ray.

We don't have time for this.

What do you think you're getting paid for.

It's nickel and dime shit.

- I wanna see for myself.

- Happy now?

(boat horn blowing)

- It's classy shit Marty.

- Hey give me a break.

Now come on you gotta get rolling.

His name's Lyle.

Nice Polish guy.

Bring the truck to 212 Dock Street.

It's right by the train yards, a warehouse.

They'll be waiting for you.

Now let's get going.

- This isn't what you told me Marty.

This isn't chauffeuring.

- Okay crucify me.

What do you want?

- My advance.

I want my money upfront.

- Alright, alright.

Be that way.

Get going.

What the fuck is the matter with you?

- [Ray] 212 Dock Street - Right.

Meet me at Georgie's when you get done.

You can buy me some drinks.

You're gonna thank me when this is over.

- I hope so.

- You'll see.

(engine starts)

Good luck big guy.

You're gonna be great.

(exhales hard)

(suspenseful music)

(speaking foreign language)

- So you are one of Martin's Air Force friends.

- Yeah we go way back, Marty and me.

Miramar Base, San Diego.

- Ah San Diego.

It's pretty town.

Boring but very pretty.

- Yeah nice place.

- The key should be taped on the back.

- How long is this gonna take anyway?

- One does not pay for the chicken

until he sees how many eggs it will give.

- Richie's a man of his word.

He's a pro.

Just gimme the money, I'll be on my way.

- It isn't Richie that worries me.

- What do you mean?

(speaking foreign language)

What's the problem?

- Who said there's a problem?

- What is this guy, an idiot?

(speaking foreign language)

- [Guy In Truck] That's for sure.

(all laughing)

- I am sorry.

Please do not be offended.

We were not laughing at you.

It's a little joke.

You understand.

- Yeah sure I understand.

(speaking foreign language)

- Yeah it's here.

- [Lyle] Ah wonderful.

Let me see.

Well done.

- What the hell is that?

- What do you think it is?

- He is an idiot.

(speaking foreign language)

- Nobody said anything about his shit.

What the hell's going on here?

(speaking foreign language)

- Hey I'm talking to you.

- Hold down your voice please.

- Don't tell me to hold down my voice God dammit.

I never agreed to drive this shit.

I want an explanation.

I want it now.

I know what you and Marty cooked up

but it's stopping right now God dammit.

- You are very loud for an errand boy Mr. Ponti.

- I'm not your goddamn errand boy.

- You son of a bitch.

What do you think you are doing?

- Nobody gonna make a dope runner out of me.

- You lucky I don't kill you for what you did.

- You all get busted, Richie, Marty all of you.

(spits on Lyle)

- Andre let him go.

Let him go.

Richie will take care of his delivery boy

and we have paid nothing.

Go, start the truck.

You are an interesting man Mr. Ponti.

Stupid perhaps, but interesting.

You are lucky I see that in you.

Now I will ask you to go and you will go.

Richie can come to me for his payment.

- You scum.

Pusher shit scum.

- It's true Mr. Ponti.

I am pusher but with money.

You are just scum with nothing.

Goodbye Mr. Ponti.

Run along, go, go.

(Lyle claps)

Let us pick it up

Carefully.

- Where's Marty?

Where's Marty?

- Where do you think?

(banging on door)

- Use the little girl's room.

- Open the door Marty.

- [Marty] Hey Ray.

- You son of a bitch.

Why you do it Marty?

Why you lie to me?

- What the fuck you doing man?

Come on let go.

- You couldn't find anyone else to con?

All your scummy friends, you had to trick me.

- Man I thought you needed the money.

I was trying to do you a favor.

You should be grateful.

- Grateful for what?

That you put that shit up your nose?

Look at yourself right in the latrine.

What the hell should I be grateful for?

- To have a chance to finally do something

for yourself that's what.

I'm trying to help you.

You're the one living on food stamps.

- So you lie to me,

you trick me into running dope?

- Take your fucking hands off me.

- You a junkie?

Is that how they got you involved?

Is that what you are?

- Come on man don't be an asshole

you're getting paid.

- I don't want your drug money.

- Hey listen Ray, you knew the score.

You really think Richie's gonna pay you

300 bucks to drive a truck

full of bullshit across town.

Give me a fucking break.

Now quit whining and hand over the money.

- I don't have it.

- What do you mean you don't have it?

- That's what I said.

You can do your own goddamn collecting.

- Don't gyp with me Ray.

What the hell you saying?

- I dumped it.

Your little plan backfired.

- You what?

- Read my fucking lips, I dumped it.

You don't score pal.

- You dumped it.

- You heard me.

Oh Jesus.

I can't believe this.

You stupid fuck.

Why the hell did you do that? - Why?

Cause I'm not your goddamn flunkie.

- What am I supposed to do huh?

What about me?

- That's your problem.

- My problem?

What are you talking about?

You're gonna have to come up with it man.

He's gonna make you pay.

- Tell your brother in law

he can shove it up his ass.

Just mess up street trash Marty.

- Hey I'm not done with you God dammit.

- I'm through with you.

- He's gonna find you Ray.

I'm gonna tell him what happened,

he's gonna find you

and little bitch daughter of yours.

(toilet flushes)

- Lay one hand on her

I swear to God I'll cut your goddamned nuts off.

You hear me?

One goddamned finger, I kill you.

- It was a joke Ray.

I was just kidding.

Calm down.

You're gonna be sorry for this Ray.

You don't even know.

He'll seek you when he finds out.

- Hi.

Man I'm-

- [Marty] Dammit Ray.

(slow tempo flute music)

- Oh he didn't know.

- Hey I told you to get the hell off the phone

and I meant it.

- Look, Candy I gotta go.

Yeah I'll call you tomorrow.

Jesus Rich, would you just relax.

He's your brother in law

for Christ's sakes he'll call.

- Brother in law my ass.

Fucking kill him and that weasel Ray

if they fucked this up.

- They'll call.

You're so fucking paranoid.

- Don't fucking call me paranoid.

(phone ringing)

I'm sick of everyone saying that.

- Let go Rich you're hurting me.

- You understand me, snow queen?

Dammit Marty, what the fuck you think you're doing?

Hello.

Oh hey Lyle.

I was just going to call you.

How did everything go?

- Not so good.

It seems we have a little problem on our hands.

- What do you mean?

What's the matter.

- I think you better come and see me.

- God dammit Lyle don't jerk me around.

What the hell is going on?

- We'll talk about it then.

(henchman laughs)

- [Sonya] What is it?

What's the matter?

Where are you going?

What's wrong?

Richie.

(siren blaring)

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

(slow flute music)

(slow suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(slow suspenseful music

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Ray, this is PJ.

You sleeping?

- No, no I was up.

What's the matter?

- Is Marty still with you?

- What do you mean?

- We he said he was gonna come over

right after the fight.

Richie just called looking for him,

sounded real funny.

- What fight?

- I thought you two were going to the Garden.

- That's news to me PJ.

I don't know what to tell you.

- Listen honey something's wrong.

Can you meet with me?

Please say yes.

- Here's your answer,

it's three o'clock in the morning.

- Come by the factory,

I'll take you to lunch.

- You ain't gotta do that.

See you tomorrow.

- Ray, thank you.

- Goodnight PJ.

(slow piano music)

(horn honking)

(sewing machines whirring)

- There you are.

Hey.

- Hi Priscilla June.

- Hi sweetheart.

Ooh you look like you had a hell of a night.

- I'm okay.

- Place hasn't changed much has it.

- Well it looks a lot worse sober.

- Shame on you.

- Old Budgie around?

- You crazy?

That's why I told you one o'clock.

He's on lunch.

- See he couldn't fire me twice.

Still haven't heard from Marty huh?

- Uh uh.

He's just gone.

Something's wrong, I just know it.

- He'll call.

- I know him sweetheart.

If he hasn't called by now.

- I wouldn't worry honey.

It's just been overnight.

- I guess.

Anyway, thanks for coming down here and all.

It's good to see you.

I'll be right back.

Just let me get changed.

- Sure, you look great.

- [PJ] So how's your daughter?

- Fine, it was her birthday yesterday.

- Did you buy her something?

- I took her out to dinner.

No place fancy.

- You mean she was in town.

You should've called me.

You know I'm dying to meet her.

- Well it was all of a sudden.

She surprised me.

Only in town for a day.

- Well maybe next time huh?

- Sure maybe next time.

- Come on let's go and get something to eat.

(suspenseful music)

(siren blaring)

- You should eat more Ray.

You look pale.

- I got a nervous stomach.

- It's the booze.

Don't fool yourself.

- You never let up do you?

- Uh uh.

It's the southern blood.

What's the matter?

- Nothing, just thinking.

- What about?

- Why do you stay with Marty?

Why do you let him walk all over you?

Every time I see you with him, you're fighting.

Just dump him.

You could do so much better.

You're special.

- Come on Ray I don't need this.

- It's the truth.

Marty doesn't deserve you.

You need a husband.

Go out and find someone who respect you,

someone you can trust.

- He loves me.

- He doesn't love you, he needs you.

- What's the difference?

- There's a difference PJ.

- Jesus Ray, you're being kinda pushy don't you think?

- And you're selling yourself short.

- I can take care of myself.

Anyway Marty's not the problem.

It's his brother in law.

- Might as well be brothers.

- Look how come you're so down

on them all of a sudden?

He won't lend you money anymore.

I'm sorry.

I guess I just wanna figure things myself this time.

You can understand that can't you?

- Sure.

- You will try and find him won't you?

- I'll do the best I can.

- You're a sweetheart.

Ooh I'm late.

Listen call me.

Maybe we can go and see a show or something.

- Yeah that'd be nice.

- Bye.

(slow flute music)

(couple talking in background)

(slow mournful music)

(exhales forcefully)

(horn honking)

(babies crying)

(weird noise)

(Ray coughing)

- Get up.

I said get up you little shit.

Get up.

You're one stupid son of a bitch Ray.

In fact, I don't think I've met anybody

quite as dumb as you.

20 years under.

- Richie it was an accident.

- Accident?

Jesus.

- You think this is funny.

You think this is some kind of joke.

You meet me Sunday morning with my money

or you're gonna be a headline in the post.

(Richie laughing)

- Richie I don't have anything.

- Well then you come up with something.

Now please, don't try taking off

because I can find you.

Sunday morning you meet me at Georgie's

at closing or you're gonna be (spits)

- I can talk to someone.

I just need a few days.

- Hey no days.

(uptempo dramatic music)

- Come on baby, come on.

Dammit.

Hey.

You're Cly's friend aren't you?

- Who are you?

- I'm her father.

Do you know where she is?

Please I need to see her right away.

- She's working.

- At the diner?

- She has another job.

- Well I've gotta find her.

It's important.

- I don't think she wants

to see you right now Mr. Ponti.

You're going to have to wait.

I'm sorry.

- Look what's your name.

- Charlie. - Look Charlie

I know what Cly must've told you about me

and it's probably all true

but something's going on right now I can't explain.

I've gotta talk to her.

(siren blaring)

(dance music playing)

(crowd cheering)

- Cly

Cly

(crowd booing)

- Hey, hey remy.

- Cly, baby, I'm sorry I didn't realize.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I came here to see you.

- Well you happy now, you seen enough?

- I'm sorry I didn't realize-

- [Timmy] Hey, who the hell is this guy?

- It's okay Timmy.

Get him a drink I'll be back in a minute.

- I want you up there dancing.

- I won't be long.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't realize.

(slow synth music)

(pool balls clacking)

- What the hell you doing

working in a place like this?

This is no kind of a place for you.

- Don't lecture me.

- I didn't raise you

to have you up there looking like some-

- You didn't raise me.

I raised myself.

What happened to you?

- I got into a little fight.

It's nothing.

I brought you something.

A little birthday present.

- I don't want anything.

- Take it.

I think you're gonna like it.

- How'd you know I was here?

- Your friend told me, Charlie.

He didn't want to.

I made him.

I told him I was your father.

- That's a good one.

- Come on don't be like that.

(crowd catcalling)

- So what's up?

- I just wanted to see how you were.

- I'm fine.

How are you?

- I'm fine.

- Great.

Well it's been a great visit.

I gotta get back to work.

- Honey please, I'm trying.

Just a few minutes.

Come on.

How you been.

- I've been working.

- How's that, your fella John.

- Yeah.

- You like him? - No.

- Where'd you meet him? - Around.

- Well what does he do?

- He's a musician.

- What's he think of this?

- It's good money.

He understands.

What's to think?

- Yeah well I got your letter.

I wanted to help with school.

- I didn't ask for help.

- You're a dancer.

I really wanted to help.

I got laid off.

- Forget it.

- You guys are going up to the house?

- He told you that too?

- We talked sure.

- I'm gonna have it paid off next month.

Soon as I hand the agency the last check.

Probably need you to sign something.

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- What you can't congratulate me?

- Oh no, it's really great.

Good sweetheart.

- That's all you can say,

I just told you I got your mortgage paid off.

What's the matter?

You need money?

- Yes I need money.

- Okay you need money.

How much money do you need?

- 20,000.

- You what?

- I need $20,000.

I know what you think.

- I don't have $20,000.

- We do, we do.

I know how hard you been working.

What that place means to you

but if we put a second mortgage then I'll be able to-

- Oh no you don't.

- But listen to me honey.

- No - Cly-

- I just told you I just got it paid off.

- Cly.

I got myself into a little bit of a jam.

- A big jam, what is it?

- Well I don't-

- It's horses.

- It's not horses.

- It's horses.

Oh come on it's always horses.

It's always some fucking gambling debt.

- It's not.

I'm in trouble.

I got myself between a rock and a hard place.

I damaged someone's.

People are very upset with me and if i don't-

- What did you do?

- Honey just trust me on this okay?

- Trust you?

You think I like doing this?

You wanna do this fine.

I got an extra g string for you.

Do this 20 bucks an hour.

It's better than the track.

It's a sure thing.

Isn't that what you always used to tell me?

- Oh baby please don't turn your back on me.

- Why not?

That's what you do to me.

That's what you did to my mother.

If not, she'd be here today, now wouldn't she?

(slaps her)

- Baby I'm sorry.

Honey, I sorry honey.

Jesus.

Cly.

This got nothing to do with you.

- Yes it does.

- [Ray] Hey leave me alone man.

I just wanna talk to her.

- Nice and easy.

- I just want to talk.

- Get the fuck out.

(slow instrumental music)

(Cly crying)

(Ray crying)

(uptempo hip hop music)

(random conversations)

- Come on baby.

You know I'm good for it.

- You're good for nothing.

Where's all that blow you been promising me huh?

- Gimme a break, these things take time.

- You said you were gonna call me

and drop off the blow.

Where the hell were you this morning huh?

Out with PJ?

- No I wasn't with PJ.

I was doing some business.

That's why I need the 100 bucks.

I gotta get out of town for awhile.

- What do I look like your goddamn mother?

(Ray coughing)

- You got a light?

Hey fuck you.

Hey.

- Sleazy bitch, I ought to-

- Marty!

- Fuck you.

- You fucking faggot.

(cars honking)

- Marty.

Hey Marty.

I'm calling you man.

We'll do lunch.

Goddamn.

Wait a minute.

For Christ sake I just wanna talk to you.

Stop you.

Marty.

Marty!

I just wanna talk to you.

(dance music playing in club)

(slow piano music)

(car honking)

- Welcome to my family.

(engine starts)

(knocking on door)

- Who is it?

- [Ray] It's me Ray.

- What are you doing here Ray?

It's 3:30 in the morning.

- I was thinking about what you said

about going to a show.

Can I come in for a minute?

- My God sugar what happened?

- I had an argument with my landlady.

- You better come on inside.

I'll put something on it.

- No, no it's alright.

- It's not alright.

- Don't worry about it.

- It could be broken.

Come on.

(crickets chirping)

- [Radio] This is WPPL.

Top 40 Providence.

I'm Willie Jones coming up on three am.

Providence weather mostly cloudy

with a chance of showers, early morning fog

and a small craft warning is effect.

- Thanks.

- I'd fix you something to eat

but I haven't had a chance to get to the store.

- It's fine, thank you.

- You gonna tell me what happened?

- It's a long story.

Some other time.

(car alarm blaring and dog barking)

- I don't suppose you've heard anything from Marty.

- No.

- Well I guess that's no surprise.

- Maybe it's for the best.

- Look it's getting late honey.

I'd like to stay up and talk

but I gotta get back to bed.

- PJ I came here to ask a favor.

I need to borrow your car.

Tonight, tomorrow, just for the day.

- Ray I can't lend you my car.

I just had it all fixed.

- Nothing's gonna happen to it.

I'll pay you.

My check comes any day.

I'll pay you back tomorrow night.

- Money's got nothing to do with it.

I make my living with that car.

That's how I get into the city.

Look maybe there's something else that I can do.

- I have to see my daughter.

I have to talk to her.

- Well you can't drive all the way

to Washington and back in one day.

Why don't you call her?

- She doesn't live in Washington.

- What do you mean?

- We don't get along.

We never have.

I was never around when she was a kid.

I was in the service.

Her mother and I, she started seeing this guy.

One of her teachers.

We got in a fight one night.

(eerie sound effects)

(horn honking)

I'm in some trouble now

and I've got to see her.

(slow instrumental music)

- I swear I don't even recognize you.

- Okay?

- Hell yes, it's terrific.

You should shave more often.

- Oh yeah?

- You look like Johnny Cash or something.

- Is that good?

- Johnny Cash are you kidding?

Burns a little oil

and you can't step on the gas too quickly

or the motor cuts out.

Other than that it runs pretty good.

What's the matter?

- I don't know I think I lost something.

- What?

- It was a present for Cly.

Must be back at your place in my other coat.

- I took everything out of your pockets

and put it on the coffee table

when you were in the shower.

I'll take a look around when I get back.

Well, I better get going.

I gotta get my laundry done

and get to the store.

- I really appreciate this.

- I hope you work everything out.

Good luck.

- I'll call you when I start back.

- It's okay.

Just be back tomorrow morning.

I promised mama I'd drive her to church.

Bye.

(engine starts)

(ocean sounds and wind whistling)

(slow instrumental music)

(plays out of tune notes)

(wind whistling)

- [Radio] Mayor Koch could not be found for comment.

Also on the local scene,

authorities today raided a Queens warehouse

used for the manufacture

of meth amphetamine and rock cocaine.

Detective Anthony Russo of the 78th precinct

organized the raid this morning

which netted over three million dollars

in drugs, weapons and cash.

No suspects were found.

Coming up on the hour

we'll have a weekend weather update.

- Cly?

(ocean sounds)

(slow piano music)

(slow instrumental music)

(sirens blaring)

- Dammit.

George gimme another.

- It's closing.

Now get out of here.

- Hey give me a break.

He's gonna be here any minute just one more.

- Forget it.

You said he'd be here at three.

Now I gotta go home and get some sleep.

Some of us work in the morning.

- He's gonna show Georgie.

Here I'll give you 20 bucks.

What the hell is a few minutes.

Just a few minutes.

- Don't you hear what I'm saying?

I want you out of here.

In fact I don't wanna see you here again.

You or Marty.

- Hey fuck you Georgie.

Don't you worry about Marty.

You're not gonna see him around for awhile.

Fuck off.

- Both of you

- Fucking asshole.

(siren blaring)

(crickets chirping)

(slow piano music)

- I just wanted to apologize for hurting you.

- Why?

You hurt me and I don't want your apologies.

What do you want?

- You gonna keep the house?

Look I made a terrible mistake.

Nothing is gonna take this away from you, ever.

- What are you saying?

- I worked something out.

I don't need the money.

- You scare the hell out of me over $20,000

and the next day everything's fine.

I'm supposed to forget all about it?

I don't wanna be lied to anymore.

- I'm not lying to you.

- I've waited for you.

I wrote to you and this is how you come to me?

I don't want a part time father anymore.

I wanna know what's going on

and if you can't tell me,

then I don't wanna see you again.

- I think we better go inside.

(loud crash)

- Rich.

Slow down a second honey, what's the-

- You tell your friend Ray he wants to play games,

I got a better one than hide and seek.

- What are you talking about?

(tires squeal)

(breaking glass)

(ominous music)

(dripping liquid sounds)

(building suspenseful music)

(PJ screams)

- I just wanted it to be special for you this time.

I thought I could make some quick money,

get you something nice.

I never would've gotten involved if I knew.

When I found out I sort of went a little crazy.

I, anyway everything sort of worked itself out.

- What're you gonna do.

- A friend of mine has this boatyard in Florida

wants me to come down and work with him.

I can take him up on it.

- Just running away.

- No honey.

They're business people.

They gave me a time limit.

Hurting me is not gonna get their money back.

- Neither is working in a boatyard.

What if they come looking for you?

You don't think they're gonna find you?

- Look honey I didn't come here

to ask you for help.

I'm gonna do this myself.

I just wanted to say goodbye before I go.

- You're asking me to let you walk in-

- I'm not asking you anything, don't you see?

(door creaks open)

I guess I better get going.

Don't worry.

(crickets chirping)

(slow piano music)

(keys rattle)

(slow piano music)

(crickets chirping)

(slow instrumental music)

- I'll write.

- We could sell the house.

If you need money, we could get it.

- No more, no more.

It's gonna work out fine, you'll see.

- It fell out of your pocket.

- It looks so good on you.

I love you princess.

(car starts)

(slow jazz music)

(phone rings)

- Ray?

- Yeah I'm sorry I'm calling so late.

- Ray, Richie shot him.

(PJ sobbing)

- PJ, PJ.

- He killed him.

You gotta stay away.

He's crazy.

- PJ stay right there.

Don't answer the phone.

I'll be right over.

I just gotta go home-

- He knows where you live.

You can't go there.

Don't you understand me, you can't.

- It's something there I need.

I just want, I'll be right there.

- Ray?

Oh my God.

(suspenseful music)

(tires squealing)

- Shit.

(suspenseful music)

- What the, Jesus Christ, what the-

Get the fuck out of the road

(honking horn)

This is fine you son of a bitch.

(PJ breathing heavy)

(suspenseful music)

- Ray no!

(gun firing)

(Ray gurgling scream)

(PJ screams)

- God dammit

- Oh Jesus

- [Richie] Get out of the way PJ.

I mean it, move it.

Come on Ray.

- My gun.

You gotta go.

Give it to me please.

- I'm warning you get out of the way.

- Leave him alone.

You've hurt him enough already.

- I give you five fucking seconds.

You move you bitch.

You can't help us now.

Just get out of there.

You hear me, move it.

I give you one last chance.

I'm warning you bitch, now.

(fires gun)

(dramatic music and sound effects)

(slow instrumental music)

- Ray - Yeah.

I'm fine.

- It's alright honey.

You'll be okay.

(Ray groaning)

You'll be okay.

(slow jazz music)

(slow country ballad)

♪ Sometimes avoiding

♪ the things that destroy them

♪ and sometimes just letting them come.

♪ Forlorn he figured

♪ His luck always triggered

♪ And losing the luck

♪ His mind don't

♪ But there's no one to blame

♪ as he stares in the mirror.

♪ Ain't it always the same

♪ Fogged up on the tears.

♪ He cries for himself.

♪ Nobody else is wanting to hear.

♪ Tired of the old days,

♪ He tries to change old ways.

♪ He stumbles and takes one more fall.

♪ Tired as an old man,

♪ He's mired in the quicksand.

♪ He answers a voice he hears call.

♪ But there's no one to blame

♪ As he stares in the mirror.

♪ Ain't it always the same.

♪ Fogged up on the tears.

♪ He's cries for himself.

♪ Nobody else is wanting to hear.