Fallen Angel
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:03:00
You oughta know, Mr Judd. Good night.
:03:04
- Good night, Johnson.
- Good night.

:03:06
Way down this week, Pop.
:03:07
Nobody plays it
when Stella not around.

:03:10
Yeah, I guess not.
:03:12
You don't think she might have
done something to herself?

:03:15
Not Stella.
:03:17
Back in New York, I handled
31 suicide cases, personally.

:03:21
Everything from poison to jumping
in front of the Flatbush subway.

:03:25
Stella's not the type.
:03:27
- Here's your receipt.
- Thanks, Atkins.

:03:30
I'll be seein' ya.
:03:32
Cup of coffee, please.
:03:35
It's after ten, we're closed up.
:03:36
And a hamburger: Well done,
with onions, mustard, relish...

:03:39
What else you want on that,
the whole state of California?

:03:42
- What's the population?
- I'll fix you something.

:03:55
- Cigarette?
- No, thanks.

:03:57
Never touch them.
:04:21
I knew you'd be back.
:04:24
OK.
:04:27
- I'm back.
- Well, here y'are, young man.

:04:32
Stella!
:04:34
You...
:04:37
You're OK.
:04:38
I'm hungry.
:04:40
Right away, Stella, right away.
:04:43
You don't know what it's been like
since you went.

:04:46
You won't go away, Stella,
will you, again?

:04:48
Well, see you tomorrow.
:04:50
Room's waiting for you.
:04:52
I paid him not to touch a thing.
You wanted it like that, didn't you?

:04:55
And you'll come back to your job,
:04:58
everything just like it was,
'cept you'd never been away.


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