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Come on, Bobby, we're freezing our hem lines out here.

Here we are, baby.

We're freezing off a lot more than our hem lines.

I'm very comfortable here.

The bed is soft.

The food only speaks when it's spoken to.

Hey, with me, please.

I'm feeling a lot better.

Does that look like the same lingerie to you?

I wouldn't know I'm not into the lingerie.

That's not what I heard.

Jackie!

Okay, ladies, let's do it now.

Okay, a little fast now, Jackie.

A little fast.

That's it, baby.

Oh, great, honey.

Great.

Okay, Joe.

I want to eat some more leg here, baby.

Four legs.

Pick that card off, baby.

We're selling skin.

Skin and underwear here, baby.

Sex.

Hey.

Hey, guys.

Keep it up.

Make him beautiful, huh?

And make him work.

I like to see pretty good sweat.

You're the boss, honey.

It's your fault.

All right, ladies.

You are the man.

Let's work.

Okay, he's here now.

I'm going to make it up to you later.

Yeah, problem is his promises.

Come on, Jackie.

I'd say, baby.

Come on, Bobby.

We're freezing our hem line back here.

We're freezing off a lot more than our hem lines.

All right, Joe.

There we are, baby.

Yes.

Yes.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, yeah.

Look at me, baby.

My camera private investigation.

Yeah, my camera, please.

He's not in right now.

Would you like to leave a message?

Tell him Bobby in to go cold.

And tell him I come out to something really

hot and I got the negatives to prove it, okay?

Nice of you to knock.

Who gave you the key anyway?

The last time I saw Bobby in to go, we were

having a few laughs and telling a few lives.

He was a good buddy.

And I was looking forward to buying him a beer.

He was a hot photojournalist for most of the major magazines.

And he could work a tip into a story faster than anybody.

Now and then Bobby's work had led him into some questionable places.

But I was still surprised to find his apartment crawling with cops.

Oh, nice!

Nice!

Sue, when are your grandfather's hand me dancing?

No, Harry, actually, was a gift from your girlfriend.

Pat, what's going on?

Bad day, Mike.

What?

Three slugs in the chest.

Oh, no.

Mike, you didn't know about this?

No, I didn't.

Bobby called me yesterday.

Said he wanted me to take a look at some hot negatives.

Oh, you want negatives?

He only had about 10,000 in his files.

Please, be my guest.

Good news with a small caliber.

Probably a 32, Friday, close range.

Maybe somebody you know.

Yeah, somebody like Arnie Quinn.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, Quinn is the middle man for the Rosario family out of Staten Island.

Dominic Rosario's had some pretty sticky things,

including the modeling scan, the Quinn man for him.

Modeling scan?

Why don't you try white slavery?

Half a dozen modeling jobs, and they're shang-height off to

never, never land, and they make a fortune in the process.

What does this have to do with Bobby Indigo?

He brought Quinn the girls.

I seen him hanging out together at a joint near here called Green Street.

You got proof I'd shot you come up with it.

I got a tote tag on a 15-year-old.

Narcotics found her seven months ago inside of a trash can at LaGuardia.

And guess what was inside of her wallet?

A calling card from your pal Indigo.

He set her up, and last night his karma came back on him.

I have extracted paper sediments from the chemical bath.

So where are they?

What?

The prints that Bobby developed, the negatives.

The elder called me and said that Bobby said he had something hot to show me.

Well, I don't know, but well, she's convinced

that Indigo was involved in white slavery.

So for all the evidence punched her.

What is his game?

I thought his playground was narcotics.

Harry's bucking the major case squad.

Cracking Quinn's operation probably do it for him.

That's it.

Don't forget, Bobby Indigo is your pal, too.

I knew Bobby Indigo as well as anybody.

He might have been involved in a lot of things, but white slavery wasn't one of them.

The warning light started me thinking.

The sediments in the baths proved that Bobby had been printing.

So where were the prints?

If this was the picture Bobby had been working on, why was it so important to him?

On the surface, it just looked like a photo of three pretty models.

The picture was taken aboard a boat owned by Arnie Quinn.

Well, she said he'd seen Quinn and Bobby at a place called Green Street.

The menu on the outside window featured fresh striped baths.

I thought I'd try for a bigger fish.

Well, hi there.

Is there something I can do for you?

Maybe I'm looking for a regular name, Arnie Quinn.

Oh, there is lots of attention in your eyes.

But it's your diet.

Maybe.

Too much salt, I bet.

Really?

You know, you could try something spicy instead.

I'll make it known.

Okay.

Mr. Quinn's in the room over there in the plaid suit.

You're welcome.

Listen, you don't come short.

Is this Harry?

Wait, wait, wait.

Don't tell me.

You joined a fraternity, and this is Helwy.

Quinn and I are real cozy, okay?

I got him thinking that I am an American

businessman with healthy appetite for hot brads.

But all I said is that he's gonna sell it to me if you don't blow my cover.

Harry, you are very tense.

I think you've got too much salt in your diet.

Can I get you anything?

I recognize the waitress as one of the girls Bobby had photographed on the boat.

Excuse me.

You're even prettier than your picture.

Now, where have I heard that before?

No, I mean the picture you took at Bobby Indigo's.

You modeled for Bobby during the daytime.

What'd you do with your nights?

My nights are just that.

My nights.

Mr. Hammer.

My camera.

I'm a private investigator.

Well, then we have one thing in common, Mr. Hammer.

Privacy.

Bobby Indigo was murdered.

You didn't know that?

No, I call look.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hammer.

I'm Jackie Drake.

Bobby was a friend of mine.

Mr. Egg, I need some answers.

You have any idea why to kill him?

No, I don't.

It's tinier of a leash.

Oh!

Sorry, Slech.

Hammer.

This ain't Meets My cover, huh?

No!

I wondered what this guy found so fascinating about a man kissing concrete.

So these guys push them into work for you.

I've heard I got them in the neck of them.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Remember!

All right!

Bobby Indigo may be taking the ramp for selling prostitutes, but the truth is he's

just a stepping stone in the sub-life of a ruthless nark named Harry Welsh,

whose ambitious quest for fame, fortune and making major case squad will

only in A complete disaster due to the fact that Mr. Welsh does not have a brain.

Okay, okay, so you and Washart and Blood Brothers, huh?

It's not a point.

Point is Bobby Indigo was murdered, and all you guys are doing is trying to bury it.

Oh, Mike, believe me, I'd help you if I could.

I've been put on a special task force, babysitting

the oil minister to the OPEC conference.

Some nuts but making threatening phone calls the commission is a little nervous.

You think this guy would want to stay in his room, right, huh?

Huh?

He wants to go to Bloomingdale's.

I don't know how all this got started, however, but there's

a room going around that you've blundered into our stakeout.

Hey, big fella, screw-ups can be painful.

Well, you ought to know, Barrington, you're working with Wanda.

Genius here, left the evidence back in the dark room.

We covered every inch of that lab.

There was nothing.

There was a picture hot shot.

I know it.

A picture that could have cleared Bobby Indigo.

But maybe you don't want to clear him.

Maybe the truth would just get in your way of making Major K squad.

You know, you ought to be in the morgue laying next to your friend.

Yeah, well, you're gonna be...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's it.

Whoa, that's it.

Now, I own you.

You are in.

Congratulations, Hammy.

Just bought yourself 90 days.

Well, you could spend 90 days with me any time of Sugar Plum.

You know something, Barrington?

I might not be too bad.

So, what's your story?

Hey, see, I was walking my dog when he stole my fur.

You seen Star Wars yet?

This place didn't need guards.

The cockroaches were that big.

I didn't know how yet, but Welsh was gonna pay for this.

And one way or another, I was gonna clear Bobby Indigo's name.

Street Theater, here on A&A.

You got problems, yo, yo.

The DA's office wants to charge you with the salt and battery, obstruction of

justice, withholding evidence, incitement to riot.

You're gonna be a very busy man, Barrington.

I have an offer.

It's good for just five seconds.

You give us the picture you found at Bobby Indigo's and we dropped the charges.

You guys still don't get it, do ya?

Bobby Indigo was murdered because of something that he photographed.

Now, those pictures were stolen, except for the one that I have.

Now, how do you guys account for that?

Indigo was greedy.

He tried to muscle in and queen ice.

The mitzis simple is that.

You know, it would be really simple.

To lose your records in the state's penal bureaucracy.

That's right, Barrington, I forgot.

You're an expert in the penal code.

90 days could turn into years.

Hey, I could use a vacation.

What is it with you?

Hammer, what do you want?

I want to be dealt in on the case.

I want to clear Bobby Indigo's name.

That's right, laugh it up, hotshot.

All right, you guys, suit yourself.

I'm very comfortable here.

The bed is soft, the food only speaks when it's spoken to.

I could be a very happy man.

You want in on the case, huh?

All right.

Three days.

We get the picture you found, you get 72 hours to clear your face.

Wait a minute, then he's going to be in my hair.

Wrong, I'm in your face.

Three days.

You went to fear with my investigation after that, and I'll throw away the key.

Come on, man.

Wait, look out, look out!

I see it!

Just stop being such an old lady about it, all right?

Come on, man, this is not demolition dirty.

Hey, Rich, what's up, Mike?

This guy's a maniac.

Listen, you got the paper I asked you to save for me?

Right here, waiting for you, Mike.

It's ages 9 to 10.

What was that all about?

Somebody I know, I don't know, I know.

I know.

Just remember, you're private, I'm government, all right?

Hey, what'd I say?

I've stuck a little fast water.

I've heard this too many times.

Enough were ready, the picture, I want it, and I want it now.

You can count the 10, can't you?

Yeah, check it out.

The newsstand?

You hit it in a newsstand?

Got it.

This is it.

What is this?

We sprung you for enough parrying.

There was one print, and you missed it.

I happened to find it in the paper pack that Bobby was using the print with.

Now this was exposed, but it was undeveloped.

And what does that tell you?

It tells me that Bobby in the go was a sleaseball, who hung out with other

sleaseballs and got with all sleaseballs get.

Dead.

I guess you're not in the photography.

All right, genius.

Think, take Tracy for just a second.

Now Bobby's in the lab.

He's developing this print, and somebody walks in on it.

The warning light must have gone off the tip him just in time.

So he takes the print and he returns it to the drawer.

So?

Harry, you know, I'm really glad you're helping me out.

I don't know what I do without you.

You know, in spite of your scuzziness, you are one of the few guys I know who I

can honestly say is totally, and I mean totally, expendable.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'll ask the questions, all right?

Detective Welch.

Narcotics.

I think he just blew your cover, Harry.

This is Jackie Drake.

She's a waitress at the Green Street in a model for Bobby Indigo.

You know all that.

Well, I don't know his why you're here.

What's wrong with you anyway?

Bobby was a friend of mine.

He lent me his keys.

He was helping me to... Become a hooker, huh?

Are you crazy?

Indigo gets you job working for Ernie Quinn.

If you're modeling assignments, you shine night into white slavery.

Am I right?

Hey, at least you get the trouble.

Listen to me, will you?

Bobby had introduced me to Mr. Quinn, but that's all.

Do you understand me?

He was trying to help me to find my father.

Your father?

Jonathan Drake.

He's been missing for almost seven years now, and...

Well, I thought I might find something here.

What is this, a soap opera?

Harry like not, will you?

Sit up.

Six months ago, I received this locket in the mail.

It's a family heirloom.

My father's pictures inside.

New York City was the last place he was seen.

That's all I had to go on.

Give her sure this didn't go.

Only once.

Bobby thought he could help me.

Who are these other models?

Zina Borg and Joanna Wells.

Zina and Joe are roommates, and...

Well, Bobby and Zina were dating at the time, and...

Oh, dear God.

I wonder if she knows he.

He's dead.

Zina Borg and Joanna Wells lived in a so-ho apartment.

I wondered if Wells would be as sensitive to them as he was with Jackie Drake.

I don't know why you won't listen to me.

Broads like Jackie Drake were made for guys like Quinn.

They don't have any family, so nobody asks any questions.

Hi.

What a bite?

It's real, Juicy.

Oh, no, thanks.

I'm on a very strict red meat diet.

That's why they call it New York and the Peoria.

Zina was gone, so were her clothes and belongings.

Joanna wasn't around either, but at least her room showed some size of life.

Wait a minute.

Does that look like the same lingerie to you?

I wouldn't know I'm not into lingerie.

That's not what I heard.

Oh, cute.

So what's it supposed to mean?

It means that both prints were shot in the same day, Einstein.

Question is, how did this one wind up here?

Well, only Joanna Wells can answer that one.

Unless she's disappeared too.

By the way, where did she go to school?

I didn't.

That's what I thought.

Well, she went to look for Joanna Wells.

I wanted to talk to Jackie Drake again.

We plan to meet up later.

Dominic Rosario had a habit of making people disappear.

But somehow, he never was indicted.

Jackie?

Finch.

Hey, those were Quinn's goals.

What do you want me to do, blow my cover?

I wouldn't dream of it.

You okay?

What'd you find out about Joanna Wells?

Also history, just like Zina Bork.

You know, you're a very lucky lady, Miss Drake.

Perhaps now you'll reconsider testifying against Quinn.

Tell me, did he ever try to get you to do a business in bed?

What?

You know, sell it.

Oh, that's real tactical, Harry.

Now, come on, light enough.

Bobby Indigo was killed for his negatives.

Wrong!

The models in that picture were the next ones slated to fly.

Indigo was setting him up.

That isn't true.

Bobby was my friend.

He loved Zina.

Joanna, he hardly knew.

Now, why would he want to hurt us?

He just followed the turnip trick.

Do you help me get the goods on Quinn, and I'll let you know why.

Look, I don't know what he thinks.

Just back off, Harry.

You keep going like this, and somebody's going to put out your lights.

Oh,

what about the Statue of Liberty?

Never been there.

Uh, in first neighborhood.

Radio City musical.

That's the square garden?

Ever since I've been here, all I've been doing is...

while working and looking for my father.

Well, listen, New York is a great city.

When you get some time off, you have to take a look around.

Where would you like to start?

The first thing I'd like to do is...

We'll take one of those nighttime buggy rides through Central Park.

Central Park at night?

You must be for Massachusetts.

Mike!

Bonas for you.

Thanks.

Do you know why Harry Welch?

Unfortunately, I do.

That was what's up.

Sorry, I've already got a date.

Okay, give me half hour.

We went back to the Green Street restaurant.

Welch was hot to land, Darnie Quinn.

Listen, I'll take care of Quinn.

You just go sit at another table, huh?

I mean, I don't get to sit with you.

Look, would you please get out of here?

You are splitting my cover.

Hey, Harry.

I would just say if I told you the Quinn's boss Rosario, it's headed this way.

I can handle it.

You think so, Mr. Funk?

Now, would you please get out of here?

Mr. Hammer, is it?

Detective Wells, why don't you join us?

Great cover, Mr. Funk.

I've come to make your proposition.

Sorry, I make it a point never to deal with

guys who sliphors his heads into people's beds.

It's not my style.

Your actions here, yes, that Mr. Hammer posed an annoyance to my clientele.

You and Lieutenant Wells be more careful.

annoyance is content of problems, you know, and problems are renowned to disappear.

The old long lunch routine, huh?

Stay away from the white face, Lieutenant Wells.

Very salty to the palate.

It's smooth.

Join Wells, beat my camera.

Mike was a friend of Bobby Indigo's.

Well... It's nice to meet you.

My guy's telling you part in yesterday.

Bobby was a terrific photographer.

That's all.

Well, Harry's a little forgetful sometimes.

Would you mind filling me in?

Gladly.

That Bobby a couple of weeks ago did a few assignments for him.

They were always for Mr. Quinn.

How do you know that Bobby was working for Quinn?

Because that's his name was on my paychecks.

Look, uh, as he and me, we just model for the guy, you know.

Can I go now?

Yeah, let someone take you home.

It's a nice perfume.

Got a lot of nice things.

I'll make it now.

You don't even breathe.

Unless you let me know first.

You hear?

You know, you got too much starch in your shorts this morning.

Well, partner, anything else you've forgotten to tell me?

Gee, I guess in all the excitement it must have just, uh, slipped my mind.

Well, something sure as hell slipped your mind.

What the heck were you thinking about when you blew your coveted Jackie Drake?

He forced my hand.

That's what I love about you, Harry.

Loyalty.

That's enough.

Now you two jubonies are going to find a way to work together.

You're going right back to jail.

And well, just as far as Major K-Squad is concerned,

you've got two days left to nail Arnie Quinn.

Are you going to be a narcotics so long you think you're a pharmacist?

Here's the history on Jackie Drake, Mark.

Seems a little odd if you ask me.

Ah, no, come.

Well, I mean, why does a school teacher from Farmington, Massachusetts suddenly

give up her career at 26 to become a model?

Do you know what they pay teachers?

Modeling's great money if you're 19, Lieutenant.

But at 26, how many good years does she really have left for that kind of work?

Wait a minute, there's nothing here about her father.

I mean, there's no history, no nothing.

Give me that.

We can't find any record of who her father might be.

Simple as A-B-C.

Jackie Drake is illegitimate.

There goes my immaculate conception theory.

Wait a minute.

What's this?

What is it, Mike?

It's just a name.

Jimmy DeVita.

Jimmy DeVita.

Yeah, he was an old union, Zar.

You know this name, it keeps turning up at all above his files.

DeVita was six years ago.

Try to blow the whistle on Dominic Rosario's union pension fund fraud.

Only Rosario blew him away.

Two hundred Gs that he put out on his head bought him eternal silence.

DeVita's a memory.

Mike Hammer's office.

It's Barrington for you.

Yeah.

Got it.

It just found Zina Borg.

Very dead.

Zina's body turned up in Hell's kitchen with three 32-caliber slugs in her chest.

I wanted to make sure Jackie was all right.

Going anyplace special?

They're just running to run.

Coming to New York was a big mistake for me.

I'm never going to find my father.

Jackie, I don't know what to do.

I don't think you should go anymore right now.

You could be in a lot of danger.

Why?

Zina's body was found a few hours ago.

She'd been murdered.

Aren't you?

Oh, no.

But why, Mike?

Why would anybody want to hurt Zina?

I'm not sure.

But it might have something to do with that

photograph that Bobby took of the three of you.

I can't stay here.

I have got to get out of here now.

Wait a minute.

I'm right here.

I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

I don't know what to do.

Please, I don't want to stay alone.

Now you stay with me, please.

I'm feeling a lot better.

What?

Jackie, you ran a check on your father.

Jonathan Drake doesn't exist.

Well, but that isn't true.

He is here.

I've got to find him.

I just don't know how.

There's something in there telling me.

Oh, isn't this cozy?

Samson and the Lyla.

It's a good thing that you're super at least as a man who respects the law.

Great timing, Mighty Mouse, as usual.

Would you please leave my apartment?

If I leave here, it is going to be with you in cuffs.

I am damn sick of your lies, your stories, your dramas.

Hey, Harry.

All right.

I knew.

I knew everything.

You want me to testify, Lieutenant?

Where do I sign?

Why don't we start with Arnie Quinn's complaint and work our way up from there?

Huh?

No, wait a minute.

I'm Jackie.

You don't have to do this thing, you know.

Yes, I do, Mike.

Jackie was at the point she'd say anything Welsh wanted to

hear, just to get him off her back, even if it wasn't the truth.

Thank you.

Now Welsh had what he needed to nail Arnie Quinn

and pick up his promotion to Major K-Squad.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Quinn had three 32-caliber bullets in the car.

In his chest.

Just like Zina and Poppy.

Well, that settles it, Harry.

White slavery for sure, right?

There's a call for you inside, Lieutenant.

Mm.

Smell good, cutie.

I never figured you for the perfume type.

I'm not.

Cosmetic inducement's pollute, my aura.

I mean, more tamper with the right stuff.

Why, Dean?

It's right there.

Oh, Jackie.

That was from one of the patrolmen that was watching Jackie.

And?

She's been kidnapped.

Please get her here on A&A.

Jackie Drake was missing.

Where was she?

Was she still alive?

The police had no clues, and all we had was Bobby's photograph.

I am starving.

We have not eaten all day.

Don't you ever eat?

Don't take long.

I hope not anyway.

I sure hope you know what you're doing.

Why?

Find out.

Where did you learn how to do all this stuff?

You know, ma'am.

It's really broads.

Look, whatever you're hoping to find, ain't there?

Whatever it wasn't, the models that Bobby saw in the print.

I mean, what if it was something else, something in the background?

What?

Wait a minute.

It's just another boat with some guys on it.

Harry, you're brilliant.

Absolutely brilliant.

Will you lose in it?

Hard

as it was to believe Harry had given me an idea.

There were trees in this forest I hadn't even looked at before.

It's just like I thought.

Queen's cooking up a deal behind the models collective backs.

Yeah, but look at the guy in the wheelchair.

You recognize him?

He's a guy in cuffs.

He's a mess.

He looks awful.

The locket.

That's the face and Jackie Drake's locket.

Wait a minute, her old man?

Look at this.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying that's Jimmy DeVita?

I got it.

Hold on.

The whole world is sold in the fact that DeVita's dead.

Rosario had him erased exactly.

Only Bobby Indigo found out different.

Somebody didn't like what Bobby found.

But you're forgetting something.

DeVita never had a daughter.

Take a look at this.

Look at the name on the boat.

The J.D.

and the initials on the mast above the antenna.

J.D.

and exactly the same initials as in the locket.

Jackie Drake is Jackie DeVita.

He wasn't kidding when he said he had something out to show me.

Yeah, well, uh...

Could make some sense.

Well, she tried to convince me that we should wait for the next morning.

Well, he could wait if he wanted to.

I headed straight for the 79th Street boat basin and a little ship called the J.D.

You are being watched by me.

You are being watched by me.

You are being watched by me.

You are being watched by me.

Who are you?

It's okay, Daddy.

Mr. Hammer's gonna help us.

Mr. D.

I presume.

I owe you.

He told me all about you, Hammer.

Tough guy like that Bobby Indigo.

You know him?

The stuff on the Union pension fund fraud was raised

in Dominic Rosario put out a contract on me in 78.

When he heard I was gonna talk, I had to split.

Hey, who untied you?

I did, pal.

My nurse, Paulo Eerace.

You were the third guy in the photograph.

You were also in the alley behind the Green Street restaurant.

Was that the same day that you killed Arnie Quinn and stabbed him in the freezer?

When needed killing, he double crossed me.

Paulo set it up, Hammer.

Turned on me after I sent Jackie the lucky guy.

He cheated me.

Left everything in the world to her.

It wasn't bad.

You know it wasn't.

Six years I gave you, I treated you just like a baby.

Took care of you till it made my stomach turn?

Yes, stupid, Paulo.

Jackie is blood.

That can never change.

Well, if it isn't the lady with expensive

tastes, I thought I'd recognize the perfume.

Drop the gun, Hammer.

Thirty-two caliber.

You've been very busy, sweetheart.

Would you really have shot me, Mike?

Bullets are murder on jumpsuits.

On any suits, including yours, Hammer.

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

That's very touching, dear, but six years too late.

Hello, Jimmy.

Long time, no see.

Why don't the money's in there?

Go ahead, open.

You killed Bobby Indigo.

Then you killed Quinn.

After you murdered your roommate, Zena Bork.

You killed Zena.

Somebody had to.

Bobby called and told her what he had on film.

And then Zena told you?

She knew too much.

Bobby stood in the way of all that money.

Million dollars can buy a girl a whole lot of perfume, Mr. Yeah, but the price on

Jimmy David's head used to be two hundred thousand dollars.

What's this?

Heavy inflation or is it just greed?

Stammer, I think you have become a problem.

Time for you and both two leaders to disappear.

Yeah?

How are you going to explain the dead bodies?

What's to explain?

You arrived to settle a score with Joanna Wells.

Whose fingerprints are all over her gun.

She kills you with a 32, but not before taking a fatal shot herself.

Who is everybody?

I can't see.

Watch it, Paolo.

Unfortunately, Paolo or Rochi didn't have eyes in the back of his head.

Until now.

Use your left!

Use your left!

Bob and weave!

Bob and weave!

Congratulations, Tiny.

You just won.

It's all right, kid.

You'll get him next time.

Hit the showers.

You got a

pretty tough lady for a daughter, Mr. David, huh?

You testify in court, I guarantee you she'll stand behind you.

You're going to be just as tough.

Zario's going down, pension fund fraud, white slavery.

Good work, Mike.

Well, we can thank Bobby Indigo.

He was the guy that broke the case.

Hey, you remember the oil minister?

Yeah, I turned him into a deli freak.

We're having him over for dinner.

Pretty nice guy.

See you later.

Harry.

And New York City.

A city I still haven't seen.

Well, grab the drinks and come with me.

There's a beer.

The city is yours.

Even Central Park.

Even Central Park.

Right, Steve?

There's something special about New York City at night,

and it's even better when you can share it with someone.

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