blue reached for the large square bucket she was using to bus the tables , but found sam holding it instead , smiling around his freshly lit cigarette . `` fine , you do n't want to see me , '' he said shortly . he wanted to see that again . in three long , powerful strides , he crosses the room and carries me out into the hall . except now was not the time . `` no one screwed with the phones , nick . '' 'it 's what they pay me for . ' 