نخستین 200 خط.
Sitting on a balcony
I look but there is no view to see
Alone am I
Every day and every place
I close my eyes and see your face
Alone am I
Nothing seems to break the spell
I'm walking freely in a cell of memories
There's nothing I can do
For my world revolves round you
Yes, alone am I
I remember how it used to be
The morning sun, the moonlit sea
The gentle rain
The sunrise
And the soft white snow
I remember how it used to be
I'd hold your hand, you'd smile at me
I was happy then
Why did you have to go?
All my friends have disappeared
As quickly as they first appeared
Alone am I
Guess I really always knew
The day you left, they'd leave me too
Alone am I
Every night is just the same
I lie awake and speak your name
It's sad, but then
There's nothing I can do
For my world revolves round you
Yes, alone am I
I remember how it used to be
The morning sun, the moonlit sea
The gentle rain, the sunrise
And the soft white snow
I remember how it used to be
I'd hold your hand
You'd smile at me
I was happy then
Why did you have to go?
Hey, Joey.
Hey, Frank!
- How you doin'? - Not bad.
- I thought the job was for six months. - No, three was fine.
I like your suit.
You do? That's nice.
Job money?
Yeah, I earned it.
You seen Janie?
Janie?
You don't know who Janie is?
Yeah.
No, I ain't seen her.
She hasn't been around?
Ever since you took off, I haven't been around.
Oh, she's been around, but you ain't, huh?
I guess so. I don't know.
- She's OK, though, isn't she? - As far as I know.
That's good.
OK.
Well... I got to get home.
- OK. - OK?
OK.
I'll see you. OK?
- OK, see you. - Yeah.
Oh, shit.
Jimbo!
- How's it goin'? - Quiet, Jimbo, real quiet.
- Hey! Is this your first job? - Yes, sir.
- There's gonna be a lot more, so cool it. - Yes, sir.
19, 20.
Yeah, just a kid.
Shit, what a waste!
Maybe it's one part of the job you won't miss any more, Jimbo.
- I won't miss it. - Clean it up, boys.
Don't worry. You're gonna get used to it.
24 hours from now, Willy boy...
..all this will be your responsibility.
Yeah?
I got a feeling that becoming a deputy chief of a small town...
..ain't gonna be good enough for you, even though it is your old home town.
You bet your sweet ass it will.
Think you can handle this? I wanna take a walk, OK?
Hey!
Nice working with you.
Yeah.
I'm home, Mrs Reagan.
Who the hell are you?
How did you get in here? Who gave you the bloody key? Now you get your flamin' butt out!
- What do you mean who am I? Who are you? - Yeah, who are you?
- What are you doing here? - This is my gal done room, an idiot face!
- This is my place. - Oh, your place?
Where's my stuff? Where's my bed? Where's my books?
- Hold up! That's my gal done room, that's my bed.. - Where the hell did he get the key?
Where's Janie?
- Jane? Who the hell is Jane? - Shut up.
How long have you been here?
None of your flamin' business!
OK, I'll go. I'm sorry.
- Hi, Willy, anything for me? - Yeah, upstairs.
Bring it through, will you?
For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow... That nobody can deny.
Good luck, Jim.
Good luck, good luck, good luck.
Thank you very much, sir.
Um, I'd like to thank you all...
..all of you very much for this... this clock.
Oh, come on, Jim!
You can do better than that. Right? Right!
Speech!
Um...
Well, I guess what I want to say is, uh...
Well, I'll say it.
You're all pretty good Joes.
I figure that most of you know that I'm moving on to a different situation...
..a situation in a home town...
Where I can get out and meet the people, because to me that's... important.
Because really I am up to here...
..in this trigger-happy, shit-kicking, head-busting city of ours.
Now, a lot of you might have your own opinions about that.
I've made mine fairly evident over the last couple of months.
But at least you guys have ensured, with this gift...
That I'm gonna make it on time.
Thank you.
That was a load of shit.
Your home town ain't no different.
They're gonna kick your teeth in. Ain't no percentages.
It's trust, Willy.
Trust? I don't trust any of those creeps on the street.
I did that in the Peace Corps bit. Pressure-cooker living.
Don't do this, don't do that.
Be neutral.
My best buddy stepped on a land mine. Poof! End of story.
I got the message.
Fuck neutral.
Hit 'em hard, fast.
Take a look around you, Willy.
Meaning what?
It's all rotten. Even the biggies are on the take.
So what else is new? That's just your excuse.
I used to think like you, Willy boy. I did.
Until the wife was killed...
..by the hit-and-run.
That gave me a jolt.
You know something, when I'm gone...
..you'll still be doing your same old thing.
You'll forget me and the preaching.
Hmm? You'll forget it, Willy boy.
Welcome back, lover!
Hey, Frank! You're back! You're back early.
How're you doin'?
Where's Janie?
- You got thirsty people waiting! - OK, OK.
She's not at the apartment.
- Do you know where she is? - No. She doesn't sing here now.
Aw, isn't that a shame?!
Lost your little virgin, uh, Frank?
Can I have a beer?
Yeah, sure.
On me.
Come on, Ray, give. What the hell's going on?
I don't know.
Go on, tell him, Ray!
Tell him!
Tell me what?
Her new guy can afford her. She don't need you.
Come on, knock it off.
She's drunk.
She's, uh, singing up at Lyne's place.
The Barbazon Hotel.
Nice small, intimate room. Not like this toilet.
And between sets, she's making it on her back, Frankie.
You know, you should watch your goddamn mouth.
- You watch your... - I'm just telling you like it is.
Get this bitch outta here, huh?
Oh, shit! You can still get married...
..if you don't mind who's had her, and if you can afford her.
Hey, watch it!
Keep out.
Get off.
Oh! Get off.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it, Frank. I'm sorry.
Jesus Christ, you stupid bastard! What did you want to stand up for?
It was his fault.
Just leave the bastard.
Hey, you're gonna be all right, OK?
Everything's gonna be all right.
That's a boy.
I'll get a towel and some water.
Is it true?
What she said?
Forget it.
But was it true?
Yeah.
Now forget it, will you?
You're a liar.
- Quit going on. - You were lying to me, weren't you?
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