- Break it up. Stand back.
- Got the wrong guy. Mitchell got away.

- He took off...
- You started after me.

What do you expect me to do,
get run over?

- Where's Keeley?
- Who's Keeley?

Okay, let him go.
Tragedy struck this great waterfront city
in the early hours of the morning.

Fire, starting in this warehouse,
spread quickly.

- I couldn't have killed this guy.
- That's not the point.

We can't stay here forever.
You've gotta have a story for the cops.

They've got Monty's, and it sounds
pretty good, but not for you.

I want you to tell me everything you can.
How drunk were you?

I don't know. Pretty drunk, I guess.
How long were you with this girl?
- Well, l...
- You ought to know.

Was it one hour, two hours, three hours?
I can't remember.
My head hurts.
- I can't remember any of it very well.
- Okay.

You ran into Monty and Leroy and Floyd.
And you went to some bar with them.
Okay, take it from the bar. Take it slow,
and remember everything you did.

Well, we were there
quite a while, I guess.

I got restless. I wanted to shove.
Monty was shooting off his mouth.
I wasn't really listening.

Some of them are okay, get that.
Now, Mitchell, here, he's okay.

He was one of my boys.
An artist. Very talented.

But most of them, they got no manners.
You don't wanna hear that. Let's have
a good time. Have another round.

You never seen such stealing.
I remember I was suddenly
sick of him and Floyd.

I wanted my wife.
I wanted to be alone.
I wanted to be somewhere else.
They got no respect for the service.
- What will you have?
- Beer.