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picked him up and chucked him|over a f***in' lamppost...

I will give you|a prime suspect.

Listen, Remi,|I know this is probably...

all a big misunderstanding...

but you can't blame some of|the parents for over reacting.

- You told them?|- I...

Jesus, Morrie, you told them.

You know I'm doing|everything I can...

to set the record straight.

Of course you are...

even though you find me|pathologically unable...

to sustain a proximate|intrapersonal relationship...

whatever the hell that means.

But you think I said that?

You're the only pompous|blow hard I know, Morrie.

You'll have my resignation|in the morning...

if you don't fire me first.

Hello?

You hurt? You hungry?

You want somethin' else, Lou?

Nah. I gotta get|back to the school.

The gum is hardening|under those chairs as we speak.

Yeah. You want a box for that?

No, no. I got it.

Yeah? Suit yourself.

All right.|Well, I will see you later.

- Good night, Lou.|- Good-bye.

To think you could've been|building sand castles in Bali.

Sal.

He's dead, isn't he?

Didn't your aunt|come pick you up yet?

Well, where have you been?

Around.

It's after 6:
00.

Come on.|Let's go give her a call.

She's not home yet.

Well, where is she?

She said she'd be here|around 6:30, 7:00.

Sal.

She works late on Thursdays.

We'll wait till 7:00...

and then I'm|taking you home myself.

You understand?

Are you hungry?

I've got some sunflower|seeds and some gum.

You're leaving, aren't you?

- Excuse me?|- You quitting?

I might be... for a while.|I don't know.

There's some things|goin'on right now...

I don't have a whole|lot of control over.

Can I come with you?

No, Sal, I'm sorry.|I really am.

Oh, God.

Hi, fellas.|How are you doin'?

I'm gonna have to ask you|to clear the premises, sir.

Really?

Security matter.

Department of Defense.

Well, I tell you what.

Why don't we|call it career day, OK?

And you and I compare notes.|How about that?

You're more than welcome to|continue your investigation...

when we're done with ours,|Detective Klotski.

Klaski. Done with what?

Since when are three local|homicides a military deal?

I got somethin' here.

Excuse me.

What the hell?|Is that semen?

I'm talkin' here.

All right, pal.|Just lay off, OK?

Obviously, you know|I'm not at liberty...

to discuss procedural|matters with you...

but I would like to leave you|with this one thought...

the days of cleaning up New York|with a gun and a toothpick...

are over.

That's it. She's way overdue.

Let's go.

What the... Who did this?

Was it here when you came in?

No.

Lou!

Hey, Lou!

Lou!

Lou!

Remi?|What... what's goin'on?

What the hell is all this?

What do you think, Morrie?|It's a prank. Where's Lou?

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