Fade to Black

I've always been your friend.

Sure, you taught us how to cheat, steal and kill.

And then you lammed out on us.

Yeah, if it hadn't been for you,

we might have been on the level.

Sure, we might have been ding-dings on a streetcar.

There ain't no one here but him.

Yeah, I thought so.

Why, you dirty double-crossing...

Tuesday at five, old "King Kong."

I've already got that one.

"Dracula's Daughter," 1:15.

I can't make that one.

Sleepin'...Huh, Taylor and Hawk

The companies nowadays,

they just don't make these kinda movies anymore.

I gotta see it again,

Barry Bogart in that bookstore.

What are squawking about?

You got plenty more coming.

What you gonna do?

"Hooray for Madness" on 52.

Seen that twice.

I think that's enough of that one.

That's the one, "99 River Street" with John Payne.

I don't wanna die.

I should tape that one.

Oh, so you don't wanna die.

Oh, Tommy, don't you remember, you and Matt,

how you used to be just kids and we were friends?

You won't let him, Matt.

I'll do anything for you from now on.

Ain't you got a heart, Matty boy?

Don't you remember how I used to play to you,

and didn't I always stick up for you?

I ain't got this coming.

Please, Matt, Matt, don't let him, don't.

I ain't a bad fella, really.

Oh, Tommy, Tommy, don't, ain't you got a heart?

Get over there.

I want that gold.

If you can't bring in one, bring in the other.

Eric.

I'll bring you both.

Leave it to me, kid.

Come on, Matt, take a leg.

Well, look here, Mr. Smart fell asleep

with his nose buried in the screen again.

One-eyed monster's gonna wreck his eyes,

much less soften his brain.

You spend all your time daydreaming

watching those silly movies.

I didn't ask if you had any left,

I asked you if you got a drink.

I know, Tom, but, yeah, I wish that--

There you go with that wishing stuff again.

I wish you was a wishing well,

so that I could tie a bucket to you and sink ya.

Good morning.

Have you looked at yourself lately?

You look like hell.

Stop making those faces.

Let me tell you something.

If you don't listen to me

and start taking care of yourself, you'll never reach 30.

When I took you in

after your sweet mother died giving birth to you,

I had no idea you'd be such a trial.

Your mother was beautiful, she was a great talent.

Hollywood was at her feet.

Important men were begging to marry her.

When she met your father, that bastard,

it was the end of our dance team.

You know, I was a fine dancer, the best.

Oh, Ma, you're the greatest dancer alive, magnificent.

And you, you made me leave that part,

you little belly acher.

If it weren't for you, I'd still have my legs.

I didn't ask the sitter to call, I was sick--

Shut up!

Jesus Christ, I was four years old--

I said shut up!

You're worthless, just like your father was.

Yeah, I know!

I wish you would eat your breakfast

the way you devour those tapes.

Brain food is what you need, not escapist trash.

You know, you talk too much.

One of these days, you're gonna eat these words, Stella.

Wipe that smirk off your face.

That grapefruit's a tonic, it provides vitamin C

without the acid, listen to me for a change.

Now where are you going?

Sit back down, eat your breakfast.

You can't go to work on an empty stomach.

Have a nice day, Auntie.

Why don't you live in the real world with the rest of us?

No thanks.

If you're so smart, Stella,

tell me what James Cagney's name was in "White Heat?"

I don't know and I don't give a damn.

Arthur Cody Jarrett, that's who.

Stop filling your head with all that useless trivia.

Top of the world, Ma!

I'm not your mother, it's Aunt Stella, birdbrain.

This place, it reminds me of "Big House,"

1930, Broderick Crawford, Lon Chaney Jr.,

Charlie Bronson.

Men who got men in cages,

what an outrage it is.

I need reels.

Eric, Berger wants those spots.

Sid, what the hell are you talking about?

Now look, these ads were delivered yesterday afternoon.

Come on, cut it out.

Look, my kid delivered them at two o'clock.

All right, Sid, okay.

Just pay your bill

and we'll deliver you another batch.

Hey look, mistakes happen.

Okay, Sid, that's fine with me.

You shmuck!

Binford, you're a fuckup.

You didn't deliver to Sid Fine yesterday afternoon.

Mr. Berger, I told you that the one sheets weren't ready,

- printout was delayed-- - Bullshit!

And you're late again.

Now look, you deliver this stuff.

And your late time is coming out of your paycheck.

That's if you last a week.

Now get outta here!

Mr. Berger, could I have a couple of dollars, please?

Couple of bucks, what for?

I have to put some gas in the Vespa.

What the hell are you talking about?

The Vespa's already gassed up.

No, it's not and I lost the petty cash.

You lost the petty?

I am trying to run a business here.

That's also coming out of your paycheck.

Now please, get out of my life, will you?

Here's a list of the juvenile offenders

you're gonna meet first.

Bunch of real beauties, should all be locked up.

The judge handed them over to you.

Well, by giving them jobs

to pay back their debt to society,

it makes a hell of a lot more sense than jailing them

at the taxpayer's expense, wouldn't you say?

Bullshit.

Captain, they're still waiting for you at roll call.

I'll prove that to you.

All right, Rogers, I'll be right there.

Okay.

What?

I said I'll prove it to you.

Listen, I'm required to give you some space,

and you got about six months to make this whole thing work.

How do you plan on doing that?

First of all, by gaining their trust.

Oh, I like that, I like that, gain their confidence,

and we nail 'em with the information you get, right?

No way, Gallagher, my material's strictly confidential.

I know half of it is.

Anne, you wanna come in here, please?

You know, Moriarty, for an Irishman,

you got a real thick skull.

Anne Oshenbull, Dr. Moriarty.

- How do you do? - Oh.

I've heard a lot about you.

Where?

Never mind, never mind.

Just show him to his office, will you?

Oh, incidentally, Irish,

we're a little short on parking space.

That's okay, Captain, I ride a bike.

Oh Jesus, conservation kook on top of everything.

Are you another cop that doesn't believe in my program?

I don't know enough about it yet.

Well, at least you're willing to give me a chance,

which is more than Gallagher.

Gallagher's all right.

He's just trying to be a tougher cop than his dad was.

Yeah, what happened to his dad?

He got shot to death by some doped-up kid in a dark alley.

Well, here's your new home.

It used to be the drunk tank.

Not exactly a place to counsel

San Francisco housewives, is it?

How'd you know about that?

Oh, I know everything about you, Dr. Moriarty.

It's all in your file.

Oh, anything incriminating?

No, no, the FBI finally closed their political file

on you, but your personal file was fascinating.

Oh, yeah, what did it say?

Well, let's just say that it was definitely

interesting enough for me to wanna meet you.

Now here you are,

in the flesh.