Mad Dog and Glory Page #4

and I hit it off

with this lady in the show.

I met all her friends

in the lofts and all.

Then I showed her my stuff...

and this guy says to me...

"What do you think

about being an artist?"

I said, "Yeah, sure,

but the only thing is...

there's no pension, no security,

no major medical."

Nobody laughed.

But as soon as I said that,

know what I thought?

I'm just a cop.

I'm like a real civil servant.

That's the way I think.

I think like a civil servant.

But these people...

They're artists.

They're special.

They take chances.

Chances.

You're a f***in' policeman.

What kind of chances

you think they're takin'?

That the goddamn sushi

might be tainted?

Naw, look, it's different.

Either you understand

what I'm saying, or you don't.

Hey, are you mad at me?

I'm on your side.

No, look.

Even she said it.

My stuff comes out of the job.

The job is the truth of it.

The all of it.

I don't create stuff.

I find stuff.

Anyway, she was

pretty nice about it.

A nice person.

I liked her.

She was nice.

She sounds like a b*tch.

Hey, Frank.

Bobby Gee.

Yeah, so I noticed.

He looks good.

If you know what I mean.

I'm gonna go home.

Wait a second.

My wife?

They should cross her...

with a Maclntosh PC.

Get a computer...

that never goes down.

This is good.

That's a nasty burn.

I'll have somebody

come over and take care of that.

It doesn't even hurt.

Hey, the shooter?

I know who he is.

The net's closing.

The net's closing?

I like that.

"The net's closing."

The expediter

of your dreams, pal.

No, not me, brother.

I'm flush.

You're flush?

The net's closing?

- Hi?

- Yeah.

Hi.

My name is Glory.

I'm the one who spilled the coffee

on you last night.

- Oh, yeah. The bartender.

- Yeah.

Frank told me to come by...

and take care of your hand.

Frank from last night?

He told you to do that?

Can l...

Your hand?

Thanks.

This is really stupid, I know.

Whatever.

Thanks.

Frank wanted me to stay.

Here.

Make sure it heals properly.

Change the bandage and all?

Whatever. I'll run down,

get more ointment.

Yeah, well, how long did...

Frank...

How long did Frank

imagine this would be?

A week.

Frank said a week.

Look, it's not what you think.

It's not a sex thing.

Jesus.

Just let me sit down.

Please?

How's the coffee?

It's so rich,

I can't believe it's instant.

How's your hand?

Great.

You know I'm a cop, right?

So I've been told.

Yeah, well, anyways...

I have to go to work now.

So, I'll stay here?

Well, this is my house, so...

I'm not gonna steal anything.

What's Frank's phone number?

Talk to me

before you talk to Frank, okay?

You saved his life.

He wants me

to be your friend for a week.

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