"Good afternoon, Mrs Goldfarb."
"Good afternoon, Mr Rabinowitz. Although I'm not so sure how good it is. And you?"
"What can I say? You want your TV?"
"Yes, if you don't mind."
"Mrs Goldfarb, can I ask you a question? You won't take it personal? How many years we know each other?"
"Who's to count?"
"Why not tell the police? Maybe they could talk to Harry. He wouldn't be stealing the TV."
"I couldn't do that. Harry's my only child. He's all I have. Thank you, Mr Rabinowitz."