Desperately Seeking Susan Page #5

So... I'll see you around

maybe sometime, huh?

Maybe... I'll see you with Jim.

OK? All right, take care! Bye.

Bye.

Susan!

Have you got a place

to sleep tonight?

You can sleep at my place.

One night... on the couch.

But I don't want any drama.

I don't want your

friends coming over.

And I want nothing disappearing

from my apartment. You got that?

Maybe you should quit?

Maybe.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

OK, you. You're outta here.

It's about time.

I don't believe it.

Sorry, man. Have you been waiting?

- Never ever again!

- Listen, man, it was an emergency.

I understand. Never ever.

Don't ever ask me again.

- OK.

- Sorry.

This way.

- People live here?

- Yes, people live here!

I just thought it was sort

of unusual, that's all.

Two flights up.

Oh! Sorry.

Oh! Sorry, man. Excuse me.

Those look exactly like my speakers.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute.

What do you think you're doing?

Give me that.

Thank you.

What the hell is goin' on here?

I don't believe it.

What you've gotta do is...

That's just great, Victoria.

It's my stuff, Dez.

So you just come and take it.

No phone call, no discussion,

no nothing.

- How you doin'?

- I'm fine.

Listen... I'm gonna take

this stuff down to the Porsche.

I believe some of that stuff is mine.

Like the answering machine.

Like the Charlie Parker records.

- Oh, you can have it. Here.

- Thank you.

I'll send you a cheque

for the rest, OK?

A cheque? Great.

- Hi.

- Hi.

He's really a nice guy.

You'll be happy together.

- Sorry.

- It's OK.

You know... you could do

a lot with this place.

There's a lot of light.

Sh*t.

It happens, right?

Oh, hi, Dez. It's... It's Jim here.

I'm just calling to

see if Susan's OK.

I'm calling from... Oh, sh*t,

I don't know where we are.

It's some motel... Hey, where are we?

Anyway, no, look...

I'll call you tomorrow, OK?

And thanks again for everything.

You're a pal. Thanks a lot. OK, bye.

That's gotta ring some bells.

- Honestly, no.

- No?

Terrific.

- I need a drink. Do you want something?

- All right.

Whatever you're having.

Apple juice. Coke. Perrier.

Miller or a Heineken?

- All right.

- Which?

Either one.

Please.

I don't believe it!

She took the refrigerator.

- What did the police say?

- Most of these cases turn up in 24 hours.

Did you tell them about the jacket?

Her wedding ring in the soap dish?

I told them!

They seem to think

she's having an affair.

Oh, my God, maybe she is!

It's ridiculous.

Roberta is not having an affair!

- She's much too uptight.

- That is a horrible thing to say.

I suppose you're proud of the way you're

running around with Becky Shuman.

I didn't know you knew.

Anyway, we're not running around!

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