what?
yes.
bill guidone.
you think you're invisible, don't you? you think we don't know you, letour -- that's the name you use, right?
you? who the fuck cares about you? i could grind you right here! -- maybe i will! -- and nobody would give a fuck! you're not worth the paperwork. i look like narcotics? i'm homicide -- i'm investigating the park murder.
downtown's interested how a barnard honors student with fancy parents got a quarter of uncut coke on her when she was murdered. i mean, we just don't see this girl cruising alphabet city trying to score. somebody sold her, somebody upscale and classy -- you're classy, i hear -- and that somebody knows something we need to know. delivery boy!
let me put it this way. here's my card ask around, take a week or so. call me. tell me something i don't know. either that, leave town, or get your ass busted day in, day out.
guidone.
laundromat. your father's got connections.
i thought you'd call.
go on.
the jumper. druggie.
who?
you there?