:28:02
Ok. Here's how
we catch her.
:28:04
We put in our own ad.
:28:06
Say what?
:28:08
New York Weekly magazine.
:28:09
We put an ad in.
:28:11
100 guys place ads
in there a month.
:28:14
They get 30-50
responses each.
:28:16
That's 4,000-5,000 women.
:28:17
Do we go out
with 5,000 women?
:28:20
Hell, no.
:28:21
She's into rhyming ads,
:28:23
so we put one in...
:28:25
Moon, June, spoon,
sand dune.
:28:27
We set up dates
with 40-50 of them.
:28:29
We take them out...
:28:31
some restaurant,
some bar...
:28:34
get prints on a wineglass...
:28:36
Bingo! She's dropped.
:28:39
That's horseshit,
but I love it.
:28:42
How many guys placed ads
last month that rhymed?
:28:45
Three.
:28:46
She went out
with two of them.
:28:50
Oh, shit!
:28:50
We haven't chased down
that third guy.
:28:53
Raymond Brown.
8130 Austin Avenue.
:28:55
I tracked him
through his postbox.
:28:58
You a fucking cop?
:29:00
Sometimes.
:29:07
Gruber.
:29:09
I'll catch up with you.
:29:13
How you doing?
:29:15
This 20-year thing,
it's kicking my ass.
:29:22
I'm sorry.
:29:30
"Raymond Brown,
Downtown Brown. "
:29:34
Here we go.
:29:35
"Loneliness and silence...
:29:37
"envelop a heart
that pounds like thunder.
:29:39
"All the love
I have inside...
:29:41
is ripping me asunder. "
:29:43
Ha ha!
:29:44
"The city
is a jungle of pain,
:29:46
but my love
is from the soul. "
:29:48
So be so kind
as to answer this ad,
:29:51
and you can ride on my pole.
:29:53
Give the guy a break.
:29:55
This is a major
lonleyhearts here.
:29:58
Major.