02x15 - Bad Blood

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♪ Another man broke his word

♪ Oh another man broke his word ♪

♪ Yeah another man broke his word ♪

♪ The truth could not be heard

♪ Now somebody's gonna have to pay ♪

♪ Somebody's gonna have to pay

♪ Somebody's gonna gonna have to pay ♪

♪ It looks like you and me

♪ Oh when I see the rain fall from the sky ♪

♪ When I see the rain fall from the sky ♪

♪ When I see the rain

♪ Fall from the sky

♪ I get down on my knees and I cry ♪

♪ I got a feeling down deep in my soul ♪

♪ Hey I got a feeling down

♪ Down deep in my soul

♪ Oh I got a feeling down down ♪

♪ Down deep in my soul

♪ And it's saying that I broke my word ♪

♪ Down down down down down

[scatting]

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[indistinct chatter]

Hola, Nina.

Luis?

Look, I thought about calling

but knowing you, you probably would have hung up.

[scoffs] You're right.

I would have hung up. It's been ten years.

Look, I know it's been a long time.

I-- I realize that.

You know, I thought you were dead, Luis.

At least I hoped you were.

Look, it could be another ten years.

I'm staying at the Rockefeller Hotel

for two more days, and then I'm going back to LA.

- Well, have a nice trip. - Damn it, Nina!

Do you think it was easy for me to come here?

Do you think I give a damn?

What could we possibly have to talk about?

Everything.

Who was that?

My husband.

Torres!

We got a homicide. 1700 St. Nicholas Avenue.

I'm terribly sorry, but you and Williams are catching.

- Yo! - Yeah, I'm on it.

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Man: Poor sucker is Jonas Davis.

Guess that's what they mean by working yourself to death.

Sensitive guy like you should be writing greeting cards, Wong.

Did you say Jonas Davis, the writer?

Yeah. Know him?

I knew his work. He wrote for "Liberation Magazine."

Brother sure pulled no punches.

Looks like he was smoked over here where the blood is

and then dumped over in the chair.

I'm counting two b*llet wounds, here and here.

I guess he reached for his .22 a second too late.

Like they say, early bird gets off the first shot.

Bag him up, Wong. Let us know if there's anything else.

Wong: Alright.

Williams: Mrs. Davis...

I'll take the baby, Mrs. Davis.

I'm Detective Williams.

This is my partner, Detective Torres.

Were you here when it happened?

No. I was at the doctor's with my baby

and when I came back...

Listen, if you want to do this later, we can.

No, no.

Do you have any idea who it might have been?

I mean, was he expecting anyone?

He stayed home to write a story.

What kind of story?

I don't know. Um...

Something called "Bad blood."

What about money? Do you guys leave a lot of it around here?

No, but they stole his laptop.

It used to be on his desk.

[sighs]

His wife says that he was working

on a story called "Bad Blood."

Trouble is she has no idea what it's about.

Jonas was a freelance writer.

So, he stepped on whosever toes he wanted.

So, as far as we know, this "Bad Blood" could be about anything

from a blood bank to a family feud, right?

What makes you think this story got him k*lled?

- I have a hunch. - A hunch? Great.

Look, he wrote about the possible

government's involvement in Dr. King's assassination.

He wrote about the incarceration of political prisoners...

Basically he pissed a lot of people off.

Alright, look, J.C.

I'm all for hunches,

but a hunch could also be another way of saying

you're taking a shot in the dark and I want to make sure

that you're gonna cover all the angles here.

- Yes, ma'am. - Good.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

You find something?

Looks like he took a taxi. Thompson Taxi Company.

Only brother in New York who could catch a cab.

Hey, you guys are kidding me, right?

I must have had 50 fares yesterday.

Look, we don't care about the other 49, just this one.

Oh, yeah. Mr. Mumbles.

Mr. Mumbles. What the hell does that mean?

He had a portable tape recorder.

He mumbled to it the whole trip.

Well, you remember where you dropped him off?

Oh, absolutely.

Positively.

How's this?

"202 York Avenue."

- Sounds fine. - Thank you very much.

Hey, fellas! Hey, fellas, wait a minute, eh.

Look, seeing that I went beyond the call of duty.

Can you guys tell me how to get rid of these parking tickets?

- [laughs] Pay them. - Pay them.

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[siren wailing]

- [knocking] Who is it? Man: Police.

- You Mr. Clemson? - Yes. Come in.

Silence speaks louder than words.

I take it, you didn't expect a blind man.

Well, you know, we're used to being the ones

that surprise people, that's all.

Oh, I get it.

A Latino detective

and one African American.

Uh, I'm Detective Torres. This is Detective Williams.

So what's this about, detectives?

They catch me jaywalking again?

Well, the doorman tells us you were the one

that Jonas Davis came to see.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

Well, unfortunately, the worst kind.

- He's been m*rder*d. - m*rder*d?

Yeah. We think it might have something

to do with a story he was working on.

Do you mind telling us what you two talked about?

He, uh, he just, he just wanted to know about my artwork.

Really? He usually writes about more controversial things.

Well, he must have turned over a new leaf.

Why would he call that new leaf "Bad Blood?"

I don't know. Look...

The man wanted an interview and I gave him one.

Now excuse me. I have to get back to work.

Well, in case you remember anything

I'm leaving my card right on the table.

Right. If something comes to mind

I'll read the number and call you.

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[knock on door]

- Yes? Oh, come on in. Man: Flowers.

Just keep it on the table here.

Hold on, I'll get my wallet.

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Torres: Take a look at this.

It's our blind man, Pete Clemson.

Damn. Bull's-eye.

Doorman says a white guy in shades and a baseball cap

made a flower delivery.

Said he got suspicious when the guy never came back out.

Maybe he ran out the back exit.

Must've. I'm having the doorman work with a sketch artist.

I was told you're in charge here. Is that correct?

- And you are? - Allan Rossmore, the landlord.

Are you pretty close to solving this case?

I don't want my tenants thinking

there's a damn k*ller running loose.

How much is the rent on a place like this, huh?

This unit is $3000 a month.

$3000 a month, huh?

He must have sold a lot of these sculptures.

How'd he swing that?

- Someone paid his rent. - Can you be more specific?

The checks were sent anonymously from a law firm

Gordon-Platt law firm.

If there's anything else, we'll be in touch.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute.

What the hell am I supposed to tell the tenants?

Tell them you got a damn k*ller running loose.

Hey. Check this out.

Looks like he had a thing for penicillin, huh?

Think it had anything to do with "Bad Blood?"

Maybe, but I'll tell you this.

If we didn't go visit him today, he'd still be alive.

You can't say that, man.

Call it a hunch.

You and these hunches.

So ballistics did confirm that it was

two different g*ns that k*lled Jonas and Clemson

but the b*ll*ts were fired from the same sil*ncer.

That there is a sketch of our hit man.

Alright. So we're not dealing with rookies here.

What about that law firm that's supposed

to be paying Clemson's bills?

That was done on behalf of this H.M.O.

Uptown people's health care.

An H.M.O. is paying someone's rent?

Yo. That's what they told me.

Alright. So what did you come up with?

Clemson's autopsy showed that he had congenital syphilis.

He was born with it, but it was left undetected for a long time.

That explains why he's taking penicillin.

I also talked to some doctors about the connection

between penicillin, blindness and "Bad Blood."

They told me about the Tuskegee experiment.

Which was a conspiracy that took place in Alabama

where they infected 400 black men with syphilis.

Oh, the way it is in the books, they weren't given syphilis,

they were left untreated.

Yeah, right, if you trust the history books.

Alright. So what are we talking about here? 1940s or what?

Try 1930s up to '72.



The doctors lie to them, tell them what they have is bad blood

and give them some phony medication.

And the next thing you know

brothers are dropping like flies.

Some of them even had offspring with the disease.

Babies that were stillborn, deformed or blind.

So if Pete's father was one of the victims back in Alabama,

that explains why Pete was born with the disease.

Yeah, but see, the Tuskegee experiment was public

so, what's the connection with the homicide?

Alright, look, I want you to look into this H.M.O.,

this people's health care you said.

We're going to get some answers from them.

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[siren wailing]

[knock on door]

Come in.

Dr. Johnson, there are two detectives here to see you.

They're investigating a m*rder.

- Gentlemen. - How do you do?

I'm Detective Williams. This is my partner, Detective Torres.

Johnson: Torres. So, how can I help you?

Jonas Davis was m*rder*d.

Jonas... the journalist?

Yeah. Phone records indicate that the two of you spoke.

Sure. Once or twice.

Do you mind telling us what you spoke about?

Not at all. H.M.O., black health care--

And the Tuskegee experiment, right?

Tuskegee?

Why in the world would we want to talk about that?

Well, we think that was the last story he was working on

and for that, he got k*lled.

You think? Gentlemen...

I don't mean to be rude but it's kind of hard to cooperate

when you don't even know what you're talking about.

Well, what about your connection to Peter Clemson?

Pete Clemson?

Anthony?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Well, he was also m*rder*d.

You guys were paying his rent.

Oh, I pay the rent of a lot of people.

A lot of people you don't know?

Was this man physically challenged in any way?

He was blind.

Well, if he was blind

then he could be one of many people

who received financial assistance from us.

His checks were being sent anonymously through a law firm.

You guys always so low key?

No. We're not in the business of taking a bow

after every good deed.

If the recipient prefers

we do our best to keep it confidential.

Well, it seems like somebody's going out of their way

to make sure a lot of things are kept confidential.

I wish we could be of more help.

We'll hold you to that.

- Gentlemen. - Thank you.

[Torres grunting]

You trying to k*ll yourself?

Hey, just relieving some tension.

Look, Eddie, obviously you want to know

what Luis was doing at the job,

so why don't you just ask me?

If I have to ask, then I don't want to know.

I had no idea he was coming to see me.

Yeah. So after all these years, he just wants to show up

and say hi and bye.

Whoa. No.

He wants to talk before he leaves town

but I didn't make him any promises.

So talk to him.

What?

Talk to him.

And you're not going to have a problem with that?

- Do you still love him? - No.

Do you want him back in your life?

No.

Then I don't have a problem with it.

And I don't want you using me as an excuse.

You got things you need to clear up

then handle it, so at least then we can move on.

Okay?

- O-- - Okay.

[laughs]

Okay.

You know, Eddie, there are other ways of relieving tension.

Yeah, I don't want to do any more push-ups.

No more push-ups.

- Promise? - Mmm-hmm. Promise.

Yo, yo, yo. Check this out.

Here's an old medical journal that Nina picked up for us.

Take a look at this.

"Dr. William Johnson, a n*gro physician

was instrumental in scientific research conducted

in Alabama and New York."

And if the research they're talking about is

the Tuskegee experiment, then it not only means

that he conducted some of the studies

he conducted them in Alabama and New York.

Slow down, man, listen, maybe he knows bit more than he let on

but let's not get carried away here.

Carried away?

Look, he wasn't exactly being cordial

when we met him, so why are you defending him?

Because it's just like that brother, what's his name?

Dr. Foster. He was up for surgeon general.

They tried to say he was down with Tuskegee.

He denied it. Personally, I believed him.

Well, I believed him too, but Johnson is no foster.

- And how do you know? - Think about it.

He heads a multi-million dollar H.M.O.

he founded in the '50s?

Right. And your point is?

Come on, you know how hard it was for blacks back then.

I mean, I don't know where he got the money to open that place

but I'll tell you one thing, he damn sure didn't get it

by shining some white man's shoes.

Excuse me, detectives.

Hey, Mrs. Davis. How are you doing?

I wanted to see how things are going on the case.

Uh, we're making progress.

- Uh, listen, uh, have a seat. - Thank you.

The person who k*lled my husband, stole all his tapes...

If you find them...

I'd like to hear my husband's voice just one more time.

You know?

I miss... I miss hearing his voice.

You're not a dumb man, doctor, but you played dumb

when we mentioned the Tuskegee experiment.

You conducted some of those studies down South

and here in New York.

Gentlemen, let me remind you

that the Tuskegee experiment was not against the law.

Of course not. Black men are expendable.

No. The testing was necessary for the advancement of medicine.

Still you felt the need to lie.

I never said I wasn't involved in the testing.

I simply neglected to mention it.

Oh, really? What about Jonas Davis?

I bet he didn't neglect to mention it, did he?

Jonas was ignorant.

Negative publicity could have a domino effect

on years of positive achievement.

And that's why you k*lled him.

I'm a physician...

not a m*rder*r.

So, you mean you had a m*rder*r k*ll him then?

I mean, you are wasting your time.

So what do you call Jonas' death, doctor?

Huh? Coincidence?

- Karma. - Karma, huh?

Well, you know I don't believe in that

because if it existed sellouts wouldn't be allowed to prosper.

Detective Torres, do you mind if I had a word with your partner?

Alone?

I'll be outside.

You've got some damn nerve coming here judging me.

I've sent hundreds of young African Americans to college,

provided quality health care for thousands of poor people.

Other than throwing black men behind bars,

what the hell have you done?

I damn sure haven't used them as guinea pigs.

So I sacrificed a few to save the many.

"The few" didn't know that they were being sacrificed.

They thought that they could trust you.

A cop telling me about trust?

I'll bet you anything...

that my reputation in the community is more pristine

than the New York City police department's.

You know what I bet?

I bet Jonas Davis

was about to ruin your pristine reputation.

Peter Clemson was about to reveal

what you did to his father

in spite of the fact that you paid his rent.

And for that...

you got them k*lled.

My arrogant, young black brother,

may I offer you a word of advice?

I'm listening.

It is better to be thought of as a fool...

than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.

Last time I saw you you were

desperately trying to grow a moustache.

Yeah, well, I was a boy then.

And you're a man now, huh?

Yeah, well, I got the hair to prove it.

So, other than growing hair, what have you been

doing with yourself for the last decade?

I'm a booking agent. I work with ten different record labels

to promote their artists.

I got a couple of salsa groups you'd probably like.

After all this time you think you know what I like?

I shouldn't have ran out on you.

Look. I was a 17-year-old kid with a wife

and a baby on the way, I was scared.

I was 16 years old. You don't think I was scared?

Yeah, of course, but that had nothing to do

with what I was going through.

No, it's all about you

Como sempre.

I panicked.

I admit it.

But three months later I came back.

That's when I heard you'd put our baby up for adoption.

When I found that out, I swear to God, I hated you.

Once you punked out, she was no longer our baby.

She was mine.

I didn't know what else to do.

I know.

Look, you may not believe this

but I'm sorry.

Look, you don't wear your ring anymore

and I sure as hell don't wear mine.

Only reason I met you was to tell you that...

I'm getting the divorce papers drawn up

and once it's official I don't want to see you again.

[intense music]

Detective Williams.

Chief Hardin.

Yes, sir.

Um, actually I met you before.

You came down to speak to my class when I was at the academy.

Look, if you got a minute, why don't we take a walk.

Sure.

I've read your files. You're a damn good cop.

Well, thank you, sir.

That means a lot, coming from you.

You could be a rising star in the department

as long as you don't mess your career up with stupid choices.

Stupid choices?

When I was a rookie, there was a fish market on my beat.

Do you know why they never put a lid on the crab basket?

Because the crabs keep each other in.

Whenever one starts to climb out

the others just pull him back down.

Some of our people are like that.

Always pulling each other down.

Is there a point?

Dr. Johnson is innocent.

And you know this as a fact.

He's a family friend.

Well, then if he's innocent, he has nothing

to worry about now, does he?

Nonetheless, he is worried.

Williams, I'd hate to see you destroy your career

over blind ambition.

Are you suggesting that I

stop this investigation because he's black?

I'm suggesting you started it because he's black.

It's no secret.

The quickest way to advance yourself

in the eyes of white people

is to publicly humiliate a high-profile black man.

But if you try to climb out the basket

by bringing another brother down...

how far do you think you'll go?

We didn't have this conversation.

I don't know what kind of arrest quotas you guys have

but as far as I'm concerned, the man is a saint.

That's a bunch of bull. If he's trying to scare me off

that's because he's scared his damn self.

- I doubt it. - Let me tell you something.

I don't care if he's black.

I don't care if he gets the president to talk to me.

If he's involved in the destruction of our people,

he gets no mercy. You got that?

Now, let me tell you something.



I could have ended up in Attica or the cemetery.

But thanks to this man that you have no mercy for

I went to Harvard Medical School.

- So you owe Johnson, huh? - Dearly.

A debt so big you'd k*ll for him?

I didn't, but I would.

I'll show you why.

Anthony: With all the white doctors involved in Tuskegee

you're singling out Dr. Johnson.

But he's made ammends.

Getting decent health cares, like getting a good lawyer

the rich get the best, the poor get nothing.

He's changed all that.

♪ Sometimes in our lives

♪ We all have been

♪ We all have sorrow

♪ But if we are wise

♪ We know that there's

♪ Always tomorrow

♪ Lean on me

♪ When you're not strong

♪ And I'll be your friend

♪ I'll help you carry on ♪ Lean on me

♪ For it won't be long

♪ Till I'm gonna need

♪ Somebody to lean on ♪

And this is the shelter Dr. Johnson runs

for homeless people with A*DS.

Yo! Bobby! When you gonna give me a rematch on ping-pong, man?

Oh, not today, Tony. I'm not feeling too well.

- Could you excuse me a minute? - Yeah.

Bobby. You haven't been messing with drugs again, have you?

Come on, man. I haven't even touched an aspirin in two years.

All I take is what the nurse brings around

and those new vitamin injections Dr. Johnson's been giving me.

- Vitamins? - Yeah.

I guess it's for the flu

'cause a few other people are also sick.

[Bobby coughing]

Is that a normal condition for someone with A*DS?

It's a normal condition for somebody who is sick.

Sick from A*DS, or...

those vitamin injections Johnson is giving?

- What are you trying to say? - Exactly what you're thinking.

That he may be doing some research you know nothing abou--

I was not thinking that.

And what you're implying is insane.

So what do you call the Tuskegee experiment? Normal?

No. History.

I think I once heard something about history

having a way of repeating itself.

You know, I think I heard that too.

Man: You're not the only one who's pulled themselves up

by his bootstraps, doctor.

The first time I k*lled a man I was 19 years old.

Got 50 bucks for the hit.

And now you're up to 20,000.

I'm impressed.

You know what I think?

I think my price has just gone up.

What are you talking about?

man over recorder: This reporter has uncovered proof

that a prominent physician was involved in the horror

known as "Tuskegee" but he hasn't stopped there.

There are new experiments of a deadly nature which...

Good stuff.

So good I'm asking for a bonus.

We had an agreement.

We did.

Now we have a renegotiation.

I see...

and how much is this renegotiation going to cost me?

Another 20,000.

I'll give you the money tomorrow.

After that,

I wish never to see you nor hear from you again.

It'll be like I was never even born.

[grunts]

Ramondo.

- What's going on? - Yo, check this out.

Looks like we found our hit man.

I guess he won't be making any more deliveries.

How'd it happen?

The M.E. says he's been dead five or six hours.

From the smell of it, it's probably cyanide.

Let's go see if the good doc has an alibi.

No, no. You go ahead.

I'm going to drop in on his protege.

- Catch you later. - Alright.

Dr. Fisher.

We found the man that k*lled Peter Clemson and Jonas Davis

but he was also m*rder*d.

Great. Now you're going to try

to pin this on Dr. Johnson too?

My partner's bringing him in for questioning.

But that might not be enough. We need your help.

You know, detective, maybe I can help

you arrange to get some free counseling.

Anthony, there comes a point when loyalty

turns into ignorance.

You can be implicated and go to jail

if you're covering for him.

Anything else?

Yeah. You showed me one side of Dr. Johnson.

Let me show you another.

- Who's doing the interrogation? - Lieutenant.

She thinks she'll be able to push more buttons.

We don't have to make this difficult, Dr. Johnson.

We know you poisoned him.

Trust me. You will find nothing to link me to that

or those other murders.

Know why, young lady?

Oh, let's see. Because you destroyed the evidence?

No. Because I'm innocent.

Clean and pure as the driven snow.

Yeah.

Pity you're not as white.

What makes you think I'd want to be Caucasian?

Why else would you get involved with

the Tuskegee experiment, other than to get

a pat on the head from your white colleagues.

My white colleagues used to huddle together

telling n*gro jokes.

I knew then as I know now

I will never have white people's approval

but I will certainly have your respect.

- Such a proud man. - Yes.

Too proud to be humbled by you.

[laughing]

I'm sure you've seen worse than me, doctor.

Alabama? Jim crow?

And what do you know about Jim crow?

I know you had to ride in the back of the bus.

I didn't have the patience to ride in the back

of the white man's bus.

I drove a Buick.

The perks of being an Uncle Tom.

Which pale in comparison to your perks.

Yeah, and I bet that pisses you right off.

Any black man in America who isn't angry

is out of his damn mind.

How about Jonas? He angry?

Peter Clemson, out of his mind?

They were fools.

They were fools because they wanted to put

a maniac like you back in his place.

Nobody puts me in my place.

Lynch them before they lynch you?

By any means necessary.

That's why you k*lled these men?

I wouldn't harm a fly.

Yeah, but if you did...

you'd find some way to blame it all on society, wouldn't you?

Hide behind your race.

And what do you hide behind, lieutenant?

A white sheet?

- Your badge? - I treat everyone equally.

See, that's your problem, doctor.

You're too deeply rooted in the old south.

No, ma'am.

The old south is too deeply rooted in America.

Anything else...

contact my lawyer.

Yeah, well, you can walk out of here, Johnson...

but you can't walk away from the people you m*rder*d.

Jesus was m*rder*d

so that we might have everlasting life.

Was the person who k*lled him a criminal?

Or a hero?

Good day, lieutenant. Cooper: Doctor.

[suspenseful music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Bobby, roll up that sleeve, please.

Dr. Johnson, I need to talk to you.

I'll be with you in just a few minutes.

We have to talk now, doctor.

Alright.

Bobby, would you mind waiting outside

for just a moment or two?

So, what's the matter, son?

I know what's going on.

I went through your files.

You've been using these homeless people as laboratory rats.

You've been checking up on me?

You know damn well what the protocol is

for trying a new treatment.

It takes years of laboratory research.

F.D.A. approval.

And then small volunteer groups of patients.

And how many people have to die while we wait

for the government to put real money into A*DS research?

People are dying right here

because you are giving them an untested serum.

Listen, Anthony,

we've got to ask ourselves

if the ends justify the means.

I'm on the verge of discovering a cure

for the most deadly disease of our time, a vaccine

that will destroy the virus and build up the immune system.

It also destroys the liver.

So we continue to work on it

until it is perfected. We! You and I.

What about Bobby?

He came to me for help

and I brought him here to this shelter

and now he is dying.

Anthony, remember...

Bobby was terminally ill

when he walked through that door.

If he dies, at least now his life will have meant something.

Do you hear yourself?

Damn it, I'm waiting for you to hear me.

Is it true...

that you hired a hit man to k*ll those people?

Those people were casualties of progress.

I had no choice.

Oh, Anthony...

can't you see what I'm trying to do?

Yeah.

You're trying to play God.

[door opening]

Johnson: What's this?

Well, like you said, doc,

it's better to have people think you're a fool

than open your mouth and remove all doubt.

You're under arrest.

How? How could you do this?

How could I not?

You have the right to remain silent.

If you choose to give up that right

anything you say will be used against you

in a court of law.

[instrumental music]

♪ If you're wondering if

♪ I care about ya

♪ Is this so hard

♪ That I should doubt ya?

♪ All I can see boy ♪

Hey, you okay?

Yeah. I was, uh... I was just thinking.

Because of things like the Tuskegee experiment

a lot of people in the hood think that A*DS is

part of some big conspiracy.

- Well, what do you think? - I don't know.

I think it's keeping a lot of people with A*DS

from getting treatment.

If they don't, they don't stand a chance.

I'm sure Anthony's gonna take care

of the rest of the patient at the shelter .

I certainly hope so.

And I've also been doing some thinking about us.

Relieving tension?

Not exactly.

Um, I've been thinking about our relationship.

Hmm.

I think it's time that, uh...

that you and I... um...

you know, that we should, uh...

get...

- Serious? - Yeah.

[laughing]

Mmm. You've got that look.

I don't know what to do with that look.

How about this?

I'm going to go to the bar and get us some drinks

and when I come back...

I want my answer.

Mm-hmm.

♪ When things are changing

♪ No no no

♪ Don't ask my neighbors... ♪

- Luis, what are you doing here? - Look...

I know you don't want to talk to me till the divorce

papers are drawn up, but I thought I'd let you know

I'm going to be in town for a while.

- For what? - Mike, the owner...

He wants me to bring a few Latin acts into his club.

So, uh, it looks like

we'll be seeing each other after all.

Adios.

♪ Come to me

♪ Don't be afraid

♪ Of what you see

♪ You'll find I love you

♪ Come to me

♪ Don't be afraid

♪ Yeah

♪ Come to me

♪ That you don't know me very well ♪

♪ Uh-uh

♪ You're so unsure

♪ And you run here and there

♪ To ask my feelings

♪ Friends only guess

♪ They can't say really

♪ Oh-ooh

♪ Don't ask my neighbors

♪ Don't ask the friends I hang around ♪

♪ Uh-uh

♪ Don't be afraid

♪ Come to me

♪ Don't ask my neighbor

♪ Come to me ♪

[wolf howling]