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jury testimony today.

To hell with the grand jury, Max.

So where are we going?

You know, I've been thinking,

why is it we always sit

in the same places?

And why is it you're always

the one that drives, Max?

I guess it's 'cause I got the keys.

Yeah, but that's what I'm saying.

Why is it you always have the keys?

There's reasons for

everything, right?

Ellery, I would never

attempt to criticize

the inner workings of the human mind.

Are you still seeing

that psychiatrist?

There's nothing wrong

with my psychiatrist.

We just want to know how much longer.

I don't know, it's open-ended.

Oh, Jesus, God.

Why is it you have the keys, Max?

- Max.

- Yeah.

Let Ellery drive.

Are you happy, Coolidge?

Yup.

Take it out of low.

Oh, jeez!

Sorry, Max.

That's why he usually has the keys.

Relyea, go talk to the manager,

tell him we're going through a room.

Right.

Manager says some guy in 23,

a Jimmy Fields, is her best friend.

Hasn't seen either one

of them in over a week.

He's not very neat, is he?

Son of a b*tch!

Son of a b*tch!

- You all right, Max?

- Yeah.

For a minute there,

I just couldn't breathe.

I couldn't stay in there.

- Want a cigarette?

- Yeah.

How long were you seeing her?

Six months.

Every chance I got.

Here?

Yeah, here.

Jesus Christ.

That guy's got film on you

and everything, doesn't he?

You remember Kenny Kamins?

- Can I help you, gentlemen?

- We're looking for Kenny Kamins.

- Have you seen him?

- Never heard of him.

He never heard of him.

You believe that, fellas?

What are you guys doing here?

You got a f***ing warrant?

You sound like you're from New York.

- So what?

- I'm from Jersey.

What's going on? What do you

think you're doing, Kenny?

Relax, Allison. Jenny and I

were just having a party.

Go do something useful.

Go powder your nose.

You're sick, Kenny. This is sick!

I'm not gonna let you do

this to her. She's a child.

So were you once, doll.

Look at what a woman you became.

No, Kenny.

Are you nuts?

Nice one. That was a good shot.

Come here.

You pull that sh*t again, and I'm

gonna break your little neck.

All right?

Hello, Kenny.

This is a private party, Hoover.

- You got a warrant?

- I got this.

Remember this, Kenny?

Kenny, Kenny, what are you doing?

- Get her out of here.

- Let's go.

You broke my fingers!

What do you say, Kenny,

we have a little party?

I don't do that stuff.

- You don't want to see this.

- Yes, I do.

Jesus Christ, Allison, call the cops!

I am the cops, Kenny.

Inventive way of dispensing justice.

It's an integral part of the job.

You were more effective than I was.

So, who are you?

You won't find out by killing me.

Why did you fall for her, Max?

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