Columbus Circle Page #4

Okay, sweetie.

Good morning,

Mr. Stanford.

Good morning.

Oh, hello, sir. Klandermann.

Mr. Stanford, if you

don't mind me saying so,

I've got this sense that

I know you somehow.

Really?

Yeah. It's as if we...

I don't know, we met

somewhere or something.

I kinda get that a lot.

I guess I just have

one of those faces.

Oh, yeah?

Well, that's probably it. Huh.

Sure smells good coming out

of that loft of yours.

I'm guessing Miss

Lillian's the...

Yeah, she's the

chef in the family.

Yeah.

It's amazing I don't

weigh 300 pounds.

I don't understand it.

Son of a b*tch!

Well, it's a little too late for that!

You started it, Lillian!

You son of a b*tch!

God damn it! Why are you doing this?

Jesus! Tell me one more time

to keep my voice down,

I swear to God...

I don't want

the help to hear.

Who gives a sh*t?

I'm not gonna talk to you

when you're like this.

I just wanna go inside, okay?

Charlie...

You're not going

anywhere, b*tch!

Little slut!

God damn it, I'm

going back inside.

We're gonna finish this.

Just shut up!

Oh, you don't want

the help to hear!

Well, I'm paying them

enough to plug their ears!

God damn it. You're drunk!

I want to go back inside.

You're not going anywhere.

B*tch! Did you just hit me?

Is that what you did?

You don't ever hit me!

B*tch!

I'm sorry!

Don't ever hit Charlie!

Do you understand that?

Remember where you come from.

Remember, you b*tch!

Miss?

Help me.

Please.

Do I call 911?

No.

I don't want him to go to jail.

You have to stand up. Stand up!

Help me. Stand up!

Shh.

It's okay.

Be quiet.

Lillian. Shh.

Just don't let him in.

It's Charlie.

I'm sorry.

Please just open the door.

Come on, I'm sorry.

Let's just talk about this

Lillian!

Sh*t. Please...

Lillian, open the door.

Open the f***ing door!

Oh, great.

Mmm. Mmm.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

What are you sorry for?

I'm just sorry because

you're involved now in this.

And I didn't mean

for this to happen.

Well, you needn't be sorry.

He works so hard and when he works,

he sometimes gets stressed

and when he's under a lot of

pressure, he drinks a lot.

And I think I set him off,

and I don't mean to.

I feel so bad.

Why are you making

excuses for him?

'Cause you really don't know him.

He's a really, um...

Reliable guy.

Stop apologizing for him.

Stop it.

I do love him.

Why would someone

kill a violinist?

This job really sucks sometimes.

Why would an 80 year-old woman

wanna jump off her balcony?

See this here?

This is how I like my crime scene.

That over there is

a torso, a head,

and right down here...

Oh, God.

What the hell is that?

You see, this is what a

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