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This conversation with Governor Henry C. Santini...

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Remember, Tuesday is Soylent Green Day.

And now, Governor Santini.

Thank you, Richard. Thank you.

It's a pleasure to be able to talk to the people of the city of New York.

Bullshit.

Hey. What did you dig up in those cases I gave you?

Matthewson...

...murder.

Out of your jurisdiction, across the city line in Philadelphia.

Chergov, murder.

Went home yesterday.

Donaldson, multiple rape.

Has a record in the Bronx.

Can be extradited.

Get him the hell out of Manhattan.

What about Zolitnikoff?

Well, give me time, will you?

You've been telling me that for the last three days.

Well, I can't locate the files.

I spent hours on it at the Exchange today.

Talked to every other book who was there.

You know, there are 20 million guys out of work in Manhattan alone...

...just waiting for my job and yours too.

I want to close that case and sign it out.

What the hell kind of miracle do you want of me?

I'm just an ordinary police book, not the Library of Congress.

I don't know why I bother.

Because it's your job. Besides, you love me.

- That margarine's turned. - Son of a bitch.

Zolitnikoff, no record. Matthewson, no jurisdiction.

Chergov, home. And Donaldson, extradite.

Why don't you eat something?

- I'm not hungry enough yet. - It's not bad.

Tasteless, odorless crud.

You don't know any better.

Oh, for...

You know, when I was a kid...

...food was food.

Before our scientific magicians poisoned the water...

...polluted the soil, decimated plant and animal life.

Why, in my day, you could buy meat anywhere.

Eggs, they had. Real butter. Fresh lettuce in the stores.

I know, Sol. You told me before.

How can anything survive in a climate like this?

A heat wave all year long.

A greenhouse effect. Everything is burning up.

Okay, wise guy.

Eat some Soylent Green and calm down.

I finished it last night. I was hungry, damn it.

- I'll hustle some more on Tuesday. - You do that.

I don't want to get caught in another riot.

Get off. I'll charge up the batteries before I go.

- You'll get a heart attack. - I should be so lucky.

I've pedaled this damn thing halfway around the world.

You know, I'm getting pretty sick of you.

Yes, but you love me.

Night shift again. I'll be damn late.

So get something to eat.

- What? - Go with God.

Schmuck.

Gilbert?

Hey, Mr. Donovan.

I have something for you.

Get inside.

Great.

Handmade, isn't that?

Do you have the words straight?

I won't understand them if I live to be 100.

You won't.

Okay.

There!

It's good to hear you laugh.

- Come on and play. - No, thank you.

- Thank you for the toy. - I'm glad it amuses you.

Let me do something for you.

Are you ready, Miss Shirl? It's getting late.

Go ahead.

According to the inventory, we're low on everything.

Okay, but I'm gonna bring you a surprise.

I demolished five saucers with one rocket.

Not bad for an amateur.

-I've got your curfew pass. Oh, good. I thought I'd lost it.

That makes it 279 D's and 15 cents.

Call it 279 D's even for Mr. Simonson.

Sign it, Brady.

Mr. Brady?

Think I forgot? I didn't forget.

You asked for something special, and I got it. Come on over here.

How often can I offer a customer something really fantastic?

Look.

Beef, Miss Shirl.

Beef like you've never seen before.

What do you want?

Uh... You, Mr. Simonson.

I knew soon.

Uh, they told me to say that they were sorry...

...but that you had become unreliable.

That's true.

They can't risk a catastrophe, they say.

They're right.

Then, uh...

...this is right?

No, not right.

Necessary.

To who?

To God.

I made the routine check. He was alive at 10:35.

- What was your name again? - Charles.

- Charles what? - Just Charles.

It's perfectly legal.

God, we haven't had any trouble here in years, not years.

The scanners and alarms went out of order last Thursday.

- Come on. Let's have a look. - Yes, it was Thursday.

The problem is parts.

The original manufacturer's out of business.

Our men fabricate replacements.

Takes them forever, just forever.

Nothing works, not really. You can't believe the problems I have.

I'll have to tell the other tenants.

What do I do? Call each of them and say Mr. Simonson in 22A was slaughtered?

Unit scanner and alarm, the best there is.

We should have more guards.

- I told management... - Wait.

We should have more guards.

Detective Thorn, 14th Precinct.

Tab Fielding. I was Mr. Simonson's bodyguard.

Furniture?

- Yes. - Simonson's?

- Personal or building? - Building.

- Where's Simonson? - In the living room.

Let's go.

- What was his full name? - William R. Simonson.

Occupation?

- Rich. - Rich what?

Lawyer. Politics.

I had the impression he was more or less retired.

Say, does this building have a food inventory?

Yes, sir.

Wouldn't you know?

Get me some booze.

- That's not within your jurisdiction... - Relax.

You're not working for him anymore.

Your contract's been canceled.

I've been paid to the end of the month.

Get the bottle.

Your boss didn't put up much of a fight.

He wasn't the type.

Most people like to live. - If you say so.

You're a dream.

Bourbon! Son of a...

Hey. Where were you, bodyguard, when they were butchering your boss?

- He sent us out shopping... - Us?

The girl and I. You know, Shirl.

So?

Well, we got back at 11. I saw the jimmy marks on the door and ran in...

...but obviously it was...

You know how to write?

Yes.

Why don't you go in the foyer and write me a statement?

Include all your movements tonight and yesterday...

...and your employment number. Okay?

Okay.

He'd be alive if we hadn't gone out.

Now, you have nothing to regret. He told us to go.

I think he wanted to die.

It was a stupid, amateur burglar. Nobody's fault, Shirl.

Honey, it wasn't anybody's fault.

Working on your report?

- I was just trying to... - Yeah, I know.

Hey, what's your name? Shirl?

Yes.

Come on in here a minute, Shirl.

Come on.

Shut the door.

Let's see your hands.

How many times you been in trouble with the police?

- Never. - I can't hear you.

Never!

No fresh bruises.

He didn't knock you around, huh? You're a lucky girl.

- He never hit me. - What?

He was a gentle man. He never abused me.

I wished he'd lived forever.

- Unless you were fooling around. - No.

- With the bodyguard maybe? - No, I'm straight.

Ask Charles. I don't cheat.

Come on.

I'd never risk my job.

When you came back, did you see the body?

Just for a moment.