:53:35
Stupid-- I can't believe--
:53:44
My face! Watch out for my face!
Peter, it's me,Jack!
:53:48
-Jack!
-Jesus,Jack!
:53:50
- Get up!
- No, wait--
- W-What are you-- Get him off!
- You irresponsible-- Come here!
:53:54
- What is it with you guys?
- We should be asking you that question!
:53:57
- Why? What'd I do?
- What the hell are you doing
back so soon anyway?
:54:00
- My part got cut. Okay?
- Good!
:54:03
What is with him? Wh--Je--
:54:05
Look at this place.
Will somebody please tell me
what the hell is goin' on around here?
:54:11
- Oh, shit!
- Oh, shit!
:54:14
What was that?
No, I'm not goin' anywhere
until you tell me what's goin' on.
:54:17
- We'll be glad to.
- That really hurt, Peter.
:54:20
- Ow, ow, ow.
- Sunday morning
I come back from jogging...
:54:24
to find this basket with this baby in it
waiting in the vestibule.
:54:29
- Well, why--
- Inside is a little note
from a Sylvia...
:54:33
saying that the baby was yours
and she was leaving it here
for you to deal with it.
:54:36
- M-Mine?
- Then along comes another little
package with your name on it...
:54:40
only this time
the package has heroin in it...
:54:42
and the narcotics squad permanently
camped downstairs knows all about it.
:54:46
The cops? I don't believe this.
I don't know anything about any drugs
or any police.
:54:51
I mean, I thought
I was just doing a favour for Paul.
I didn't know what was in that package.
:54:55
And I certainly don't know anything
about that baby.
:54:57
I mean, for God's sake, somebody
drops a baby off on, on your doorstep,
and you automatically assume he's mine?