:24:16
"Silver moons,
:24:18
"a lifetime of Junes,
:24:20
old rock tunes. "
:24:21
Who the hell are you?
:24:26
Oh, wait a minute.
:24:28
Uh...
:24:29
what's my name?
:24:31
This isn't funny.
:24:33
What's my name?
:24:36
Jim Mackey.
:24:40
So you answered his ad...
:24:42
in New York Weekly, huh?
:24:44
Uh-huh.
:24:48
I don't know
why I'm crying.
:24:50
I never even
got to meet him.
:24:53
It's just so sad,
somebody dying.
:24:57
So you wrote him,
or you called him?
:25:00
I wrote him,
:25:02
and then he called me.
:25:09
Fate sucks, I swear.
:25:11
Hey, Gina, maybe
you'd feel better...
:25:15
if you took
those balloons off.
:25:18
They're the only things
keeping me up.
:25:39
Frank.
:25:40
The lieutenant said I could
read the jacket on your case.
:25:44
Guess what?
The prints match.
:25:46
The same doer.
Ain't that grand?
:25:48
Well, I got one for you,
my man.
:25:51
Your guy put an ad
in a singles magazine?
:25:55
New York Weekly.
:25:56
Bingo to that.
:25:58
My guy's in there, too.
:25:59
"Silver balloons,
endless Junes,