Eyewitness

The winds are coming at you from the west at about three miles an hour.

The barometer is steady,

and it looks like more of the same for your Memorial Day weekend.

Remember, if you're going to be out on the roads, folks, drive carefully.

The life you save may be mine.

Er, excuse me.

Could I have a word with Mr Long?

It won't take a minute, it's kind of important.

- Hi. - So?

It's about Aldo, Mr Long. Alan Mercer.

Yes?

I hate to bother you again but, you see, I think maybe you just misunderstood.

He was not very nice.

He gave an insult. And that I do not tolerate.

Have a nice Memorial Day. Do not work too hard.

Got off!

Aah!

Let go! Let go!

Watch my glasses, Ralph. Watch 'em.

Quiet, pipe down. My glasses!

I'm tired tonight.

C'mon. Get up there.

Lie down.

Lie down!

What'd I tell you? Leave me alone.

Ralph! Ralph.

Get back, go on. Get back on the sofa. Ralph!

The trouble with the Knicks is that too many of the players

have Madison Avenue on their minds,

and too few, Madison Square Garden.

Until that changes, the most we can expect from them

is nothing, John.

All right, Bill. And what can we expect from Broadway? A new musical opened tonight,

and here substituting for Terry Randall is our very own Tony, Tony Sokolow,

to tell us all about it.

Tony.

The musical is called Robin. Robin being Robin Hood.

And if you think the Knicks are incompetent, you should see these merry men.

In the great tradition of taking from the rich and giving to the poor,

the producers of Robin did likewise.

They took from their rich backers and gave to the poor.

The poor in this case are the lyricist, very poor,

the book writer, extremely poor,

and the poorest of them all, their composer.

The cast, like the Sherwood forest, were made of solid cardboard.

The orchestra wisely stayed in the pits, where the whole show belonged.

- John. - All right, thanks Tony.

That's our report for the night, from all of us here at Channel 5 News.

I'm John Rollin, thanks for being with us. We'll see you again tomorrow night.

Bravo!

Not really bad at all.

Bravo. Bravo.

Er, shortly after the Hungarian uprising. That was beautiful.

Er...

In the 1956 Olympic Games,

the Hungarian water polo team defeated the Russian team.

Khrushchev sent the Hungarians a telegram:

"Congratulations on your splendid victory, stop.

"We are proud of you, stop.

"Sugar, stop. Wheat, stop. Credit, stop."

We...

can't stop.

Now, every time you see me I'm asking you for money.

- This time... - Will be no exception.

Unfortunately,

money today

buys freedom.

And, as long as there are Jews who are held in bondage.

And, as long as we

can do something about it,

we cannot stop.

It is the irony of our time that we people without a country

for so long

have come to have so many countries.

Russia gave us life.

America gave us hope.

And Israel

gave us a reason to live.

We are here to day to welcome Shlomo Kuprin.

A Jew from Odessa

on his way to Jerusalem through the city of New York.

His plight is ours.

His salvation is our salvation.

And there are others...

waiting at this very moment.

The work must continue.

We can be disappointed if we fail.

But we'll be doomed

if we don't try.

Shlomo,

welcome to freedom.

# Hevenu Shalom Alechem

# Hevenu Shalom Alechem

# Hevenu Shalom Alechem

# Hevenu Shalom Shalom Shalom Alechem

# Hevenu Shalom Alechem

# Hevenu Shalom Alechem

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There was a young woman at the concert at my parents' house.

Do you remember her?

- Huh? - A little.

What about her?

I've never seen anyone so calm.

It's like she had one decision to make, and that she had made it.

Yeah.

I like cars.

We never took that trip across the country we talked about, did we?

There's plenty of time.

What would happen if we just went right now, huh?

You would miss your plane, and I would miss my deadline.

Would you really miss it?

I guess we'll never know.

Shame, huh, for two such smart people like you and me,

never to know what it's like to run away?

Why so worried? You've been called back before.

I just don't want to go this time.

Can't you get out of it, then?

I could, but I can't.

I wish I could.

You're keeping something from me.

A little.

You're right behind me.

- You're not supposed to be here. - Nobody saw me.

Hey, bad day today, Daryll?

You know what it's like around here on Fridays.

Huh, yeah!

Hey, er...

- Hey, by the way. - Yeah?

Er, did you get a...? You get a chance to talk to Mr Long?

I tried.

His mind's made up. He says you insulted him.

I insulted him?

Is that what he said, I insulted him?

Hey, c'mon, he flung the trash cans at my feet.

He threw them down. The stuff spilled all over the floor.

Maybe it was an accident.

Yeah, well, maybe it was an accident that I kicked the shit back into his office.

Slant-eyed little mother...

Well, I tell you, man, it's some country that we're living in.

Huh? Getting fired over a gook like that.

- He's a tenant, Aldo. - Isn't that the shit?

I'm asking you, man,

for two years in Vietnam

we clean up, we mop up after them.

We come back to our own fucking country and they're here again.

Huh, I'm asking ya, isn't that the goddam shit?

You know what? It is.

You know what else? It's just the way it is.

Yeah?

Well, what the hell did I shoot the Cong for?

Hey, the Cong are all right.

Least they stayed in their own country.

It's our allies from the south.

Hey, did you read the papers?

You know that the old mayor of Saigon has opened a pizza parlour in the US, huh?

Hey, a pizza parlour!

Huh? I'm askin' ya.

- Hey. - What?

You think he's still here?

Mr Long?

Yeah. He's working late again, as usual.

- I'll talk to him again... - No, no!

To hell with it.

I can't bring myself to apologise.

I'm not about to ask a buddy to do my dirty work. Okay?

Yeah.

"Buddy", nothin'.

Brother-in-law, huh?

Man, Linda is crazy about you.

She's some girl, huh?

Right?

- Sure. - And our deal is still on, right?

Sure.

All right.

Right.

I have to lock up now.

Mr Long?

Oh, no!

Mr Long worked late most of the time.

Not this late, however. When I left the building I thought...

What time was that?

One a.m., as always. I assumed the building was empty.

You didn't hear anything?

Yeah, get the door, will ya...?

Nothing, sir.

My name is Lieutenant Black.

That should be easy to remember, huh?

Hmm.

You a vet?

Yes.

Do you know Alan Mercer?

Aldo, sure.

We met in Vietnam and we've been buddies ever since.

Both of you Marines?

No, ex-Marines.

Did you know Long when, er, you were in Vietnam?

No, but I did know of him.

Everybody did.

Erm...