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fix it, but, um,

I'll probably never

get around to it.

It's a ticker tape

mix of, um--

- So, what about you and this bald guy?

- What about him?

- Going out with him?

- Not exactly.

You and him have got

something going?

No. We used to go out with each other,

but that's been over for a long time.

- So why'd you tell me

you were with him?

- To get rid of you.

[ Chuckles ] So why wouldn't you agree

to have a drink with me?

Did we have to

come here?

He still gets jealous, and I didn't

feel like going back to my place.

- Why not?

- I got burgled yesterday.

What's it feel like,

being, uh, broken into?

Most people ask,

"What did they take?"

I'm curious about

the way people feel.

I'm a writer.

Gosh.

-So?

- So?

- So how'd it feel?

- [ Scoffs ] Great.

Sorry.

- This bald guy's dangerous, is he?

- You are a nosy bastard.

- Dangerous, like how?

- Dangerous, like

criminal-type dangerous.

Dangerous like "involved

in bad things" type dangerous.

- What sort of bad things?

- The usual-- girls, drugs, magazines.

- "Magazines?"

- And films. Pornography.

- And he owns a couple of clubs.

- Wealthy type.

Yes. And refined.

Took me a long time to realize the kind

of things that he was capable of.

What sort of things

are they?

Perhaps another time.

I really think

I should be going.

[ Line Ringing ]

- [ Cobb ] Yeah?

- It's me, Bill.

What the f***

do you want?

- Advice.

- On what?

- On a job.

- What f***ing job?

- The job that I told you about.

- Not interested.

Yeah, I know that.

I'm gonna do it myself.

- I wanna know something

about protection.

- "Protection?"

Yeah, you know, self-defense,

weapons, stuff like that.

Surprisingly enough, I thought you

might be able to give me some advice.

[ Chuckling ]

Steel whip. Nunchakus,

they're all right.

Tools are good. A sharpened

screwdriver, a hammer, a chisel.

- "Hammer?"

- Yeah. Medium-sized, good rubber grip.

It's very nasty. You get a claw hammer,

you can pry doors with it.

Slip it into the back

of your waistband, you're set.

- You still there?

- [ Beeps Off]

[ Doorbell Buzzes ]

[ Chuckles ] You might want to get

some of these, for Christ's sake.

- Where did you get them?

- I stole them from Middlessex Hospital.

You can't buy them.

Bin-f***ing-go.

[ Lock Clicks ]

Okay, you get the bag.

I'll check out the stuff.

[ Door Closes ]

- I got one.

- Ah, that's good.

-May not need it. There's f***-all here.

-Really?

- What about the telly?

- It's f***ing useless.

[ Dismayed Grunt ]

What are we, burglars or vandals?

If you're a burglar,

why don't you start burgling?

Uh, what about the tapes?

- Not much of a collection,

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