The American Side

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["Follow The Path of The Stars"

playing]

? I'll find a better life

For you ?

? The stars have said

Our love's untrue ?

? And just because

We shared a lie ?

? There is no reason

For a soul to die ?

? I've got a soul

And you broke my heart ?

? Find a new scene

And let us depart ?

? Don't hang around

And let yourself be

Caught in this ?

? You'll find a better

People there ?

? A friendly love

The kind who care ?

? And not the sort

Like me you've found ?

? We're mean and hard

And we push around ?

[scatting]

? I've got a soul

And you broke my heart ?

? Find a new scene

And let us depart ?

? Don't hang around

And let yourself be caught ?

[scatting]

? I've got a soul

And you broke my heart ?

? Find a new scene

And let us depart ?

? Follow ?

? Follow, follow ?

[dinging]

You scratch all day, Charlie.

Still a loser.

[door opens]

Somebody busted the lock.

I had to hold my foot

against the door.

-Good thing, you're flexible.

-Shut up.

-Cutting it pretty close.

-Just fixing my face.

That's my last one.

I'll trade you for it.

Suits you better anyway.

Better go out

through the back.

Story of my life.

Parking lot D.

Don't be late.

[footsteps fading away]

[scratching]

Well, well, well, boys.

What do you know?

[man]

What did you get?

Mickey, tip.

What can I tell you,

Professor? Strippers.

My wife will get

everything now.

[sobbing]

She'll get my boat.

Maybe not.

-She hasn't seen these?

-Yet.

[sighs]

I'll give you 500.

She gave me a thousand.

Oh, man.

I love my boat.

-Can I keep these?

-You can get 'em framed.

Okay.

You won't make

other copies?

What kind of a guy

do you think I am?

[commentary over radio]

?

?

[screaming]

[indistinct radio commentary

continues]

[tuning radio channels]

[man on radio, indistinct]

...our technical director

of the project

of the day was Nicola Tesla...

[camera clicks]

-Damn it.

[woman] Charlie!

[gunshot]

[tires screeching]

?

[phone ringing]

[over the phone]

Hey, it's Kat.

Leave me a message.

[Charlie]

Pick up, god damn it!

I don't know where you are

or what the hell just happened.

I'm going to the club, okay?

[loud rock music playing]

[speaking, indistinct]

You know

what I mean?

[indistinct]

?

[indistinct]

Tom Soberin.

-Hey!

-Get out of here!

Seven bucks

for a cranberry juice?

[rock music continues, muffled]

I didn't know

she was working

the Canadian ballet too.

What you don't know

could fill the lake.

She made a date

last night.

Jealous?

[giggles]

Never heard of him.

She doesn't try that

bull sh*t, of course,

on her regulars.

She's in trouble.

Ah, the worst trouble

she's got is you, Charlie.

-Listen if you got her

messed...

-I'll find her.

You're such a bastard.

Mayflower Apartments.

She asked if they were nice.

Maybe she was

sizing him up.

[man]

Hey, I think you've had

enough of rest. Move it!

Get off the bench!

-Tom Soberin.

-Who wants to know?

"Charlie Paczynski."

[laughs]

Used to bowl for

Charlie Pazinci

Any relation?

[Tom]

I said move it

or I'll call the cops!

?

[door creaking]

['40s music playing]

Come on in, tough guy.

I'm ready.

I already died in '45.

Field surgery during

the Bulge.

But, you know, I never did

see that bright light

bull sh*t either.

6G, you know him?

I know everybody.

You know where he went?

Well, I know,

he left in a hurry.

And he left with nothing.

-When?

-Last night.

Oh, damn it.

What are you?

Private investigator?

Yeah.

Oh, I thought

I was making a joke.

You ever investigate

the hazards of man, hmm?

You know anything about him?

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