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♪

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

("WHERE ARE YOU"
BY JULIE LONDON PLAYING)

(TRAIN STOPS, DOORS OPEN)

♪ Where are you?

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER P.A.)

♪ Where have you gone

♪ Without me?

♪ I thought you cared

♪ About me

♪ Where are you?

♪ Where's my heart?

♪ Where is the dream

♪ We started?

Here I have your...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

♪ I can't believe

♪ We're parted

♪ Where are you?

♪ When we said

♪ Goodbye, love

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER P.A.)

♪ What had we to gain?

♪ When I

♪ Gave you my love

♪ Was it all in vain?

♪ All life through

♪ Must I go on

♪ Pretending?

♪ Where is my happy ending?

♪ Where are you?

Hello?

♪ Where are you?

♪ Where are you?

ERICA: So, how was the job?

FRANCES: It was fine, you know,
until I figure out...

ERICA:
What to do with your life?

- No one ever does.
- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

- (FRIDGE DOOR CLOSES)
- (DRINK POURING)

Okay, what the hell is that?

I found it on the train.

I'm just gonna
drop it off tomorrow.

Oh, you're gonna... you're
gonna drop it off tomorrow?

- Are you insane?
- No, Erica.

Where I come from,
that's what we do.

Okay, this is Manhattan.

You find a bag,
you call bomb squad.

Don't open that.

ERICA: Gross. A lottery ticket,

weird-looking pills.

"Greta Hideg."

Let's see.

- No. Uh-uh.
- Oh, here we go.

ERICA: Yes.

A spa day.

Or... we could do a colonic.

Come on, it'll be fun.

- Will it be?
- Yeah.

They jet asparagus juice
up your ass.

And it's not just about
cleansing your body;

It's also very good
for short-term memory.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Jason Largo was dyslexic,
and since he's been doing them,

now he can say
the alphabet backwards.

Look, we're not taking
her money, number one,

and number two,
I don't want asparagus juice

shot up my butt
under any circumstance.

Never say never.

Have you called your dad yet?

- (CHATTER AND MUSIC PLAYING)
- (POPCORN CRUNCHING)

(SCOFFS)

Do I have to?

Just don't want him to think

I'm not giving you the messages.

Yeah, I know.

I'll call him.

(SIREN WAILING AND
MUSIC PLAYING OVER SCREEN)

Hey.

Come on.

Movie hasn't even started yet.

I know. It's just...

It was our thing, you know?

Some crappy movie, just...

Mom and I.

ERICA: Come on, Frankie.

Let's get you home.

You could always
give me your mom.

Ha! Please take her.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Thank you.

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

(SIREN WAILING NEARBY)

(DISTANT PIANO PLAYING
LISZT'S "LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3")

(MUSIC GROWING LOUDER)

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- (PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

WOMAN (FRENCH ACCENT):
Who is this?

FRANCES:
Oh, uh, it's Frances McCullen.

- (MUSIC STOPS)
- I have a bag that I found

that I think belongs
to a Greta Hideg.

Oh, uh, hi.

Here you go.

Oh, bless your heart.
I've been looking everywhere.

- Where did you find it?
- Uh, on the subway.

Oh, darling, you brought it
all the way in this rain.

Will you like a...
a cup of coffee?

It's already on the pot.

It-it would mean a lot to me.

- You've been so kind.
- (FRANCES CHUCKLES)

Yeah, sure. Why not?

You can put your umbrella here.

Okay. Thank you.

Are you from New York?

Uh, no, I'm actually
from Boston,

but I'm living here
with a friend.

Thank you.

Boyfriend?

- No, my roommate from Smith.
- (COFFEE POURING)

Her dad bought her a loft
in Tribeca for graduation,

so we're breaking it in.

- Oh, that must be tough.
- (FRANCES CHUCKLES)

(MUFFLED BANGING)

The neighbors. I'm sorry.

Remodeling.

A little courtesy, please!

- A little quiet!
- (BANGING STOPS)

Thank you!

I swear they are
building an ark.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Is this your husband?

Yes.

Christof.

- When he was young.
- Mm.

And is that your daughter?

- GRETA: Yes. Nicola.
- (SETS CUP ON SAUCER)

He taught me how to play.

My husband.

Liszt was his favorite.

(PLAYING LISZT'S
"LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3")

Then he began
fluffing the notes.

His left hand.

He thought it was arthritis.

Six months later, he was gone.

They are with you,
and then they are gone.

The ones we love.

"Liebestraum."
Do you know what it means?

A dream of love.

Because that's all
love leaves us with.

A dream. A memory.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

It's my only company these days.

Is that your dog?

Oh, yes. Jojo.

Long gone as well.

Well, have you considered
getting another?

Oh, no, I couldn't.

(CHUCKLING):
I wouldn't know how to choose.

Well, I could help you.
If you wanted.

- Are you a dog person?
- A little bit.

My mom actually
used to breed them.

Thank you, sweetheart,

but I don't think
I could manage a dog right now.

I hope you are not offended.

Not at all.

But if you change your mind,
just, uh, let me know.

Do I have your phone number?

No. (LAUGHS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

I never know
how to work these things.

Here, let me help you.

(PHONE BEEPING)

It was actually
a really spiritual experience.

They cleanse your soul,
not just your butt,

to the sound of shamanic
singing bowls and pan flutes.

- Please be kidding.
- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

You should come with me next time.
Nope.

- I ordered takeout.
- (CHUCKLES) Wait.

- While they were up your...?
- No, God!

Gross. For now, for dinner.

- Oh.
- (PHONE RINGS)

Oh, thank God. I'm starving.

Yeah, apartment 4B.

Uh, Greta?

- Oh.
- (MUSIC STOPS)

Hey.

GRETA: Sorry to bother you,
sweetheart.

Am I calling at a bad time?

No, no, not at all. How are you?

I've been thinking about

what you said
about the dog, and...

I thought, if you wouldn't
mind coming, it...

it might not be
such a bad idea after all.

Yeah, of course.

When, uh...
when do you want to go?

GRETA: Saturday morning?

Is 10:00 too early?

Uh, no, 10:00's fine.
I'll see you then.

Did I just snort crystal meth,

or did you just offer to go
dog shopping with an old lady?

I know.

This city is gonna
eat you alive.

(CHUCKLES)

GRETA: So, how long

- do you keep them here?
- (DOGS BARKING)

- Five days.
- And then?

If nobody claims their dogs,
they're PTS.

- PTS?
- Put to sleep.

Oh. What a dreadful euphemism.

And so, which of these
is next for the...

PTS treatment?

Um...

This is Morton.

Today is Morton's last day.

GRETA: Oh.

- May I come in?
- Mm-hmm.

Come on.

Come on, Morton.

You don't want to end up
a euphemism, do you?

Morton...

I'm taking you home.

(MORTON WHINING)

♪

FRANCES: Smile.

- (CAMERA CLICKS)
- (FRANCES CHUCKLES)

Great.

Oh, goodness. (CHUCKLES)

I had no idea it could do this.

I know. The, uh, wonders
of technology, huh?

Oh, um, if you want to send it

to your daughter,
it's actually pretty easy.

You just click this,
and then share.

Oh.

You're close to your mother,
I can tell.

Mm.

She actually passed away.

Last year.

Oh, Frances.

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's like you said.

I'm left with this...

this dream of her,

and I don't want her to fade.

It won't.

If you keep it... here.

In your heart.

(TAPPING KEYBOARD)

(MORTON SNIFFING)

(MORTON WHINES)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

♪

It's okay to light a candle,
even if you don't really...

practice.

I'm sure it is.

Christof used to play
the organ here.

Every Friday.

Today's a Friday.

I know.

For the ones that are gone.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER,
DISTANT TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

Yes?

Nothing has changed.

Still the same racket
from the window.

Listen.

(OPERATIC SINGING, INSTRUMENTS
PLAYING SCALES IN DISTANCE)

Love you, too.

Ciao.

- Nicola, she used to go here.
- Mm.

The youngest-ever winner
of the Little Mozart.

And where is she now?

Paris.

I would have loved Juilliard
for her.

Mm, uh, still,
the Conservatoire de Paris

is not to be...

How-how do you say that?

Sneezed at?

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, you must miss her terribly.

Oh, I get by.

One way or another.

(PLAYING LISZT'S
"LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3")

You don't have to be lonely.

Oh, my dear.

Even you'll be gone soon.

You know, my friends say, uh...

I'm like chewing gum.

(STOPS PLAYING)

Chewing gum?

I tend to stick around.

You promise?

I promise.

So, remember Simon Porter?

FRANCES: Uh...

Um...

Chin fuzz, sideburns,

dad works at The New York Times?

No, absolutely no clue.

Okay, well, he remembers you.

He's having a party tonight,
and we're going.

- I am wearing these.
- (SIGHS)

- What, are they bad?
- No, they're great.

They're disgusting.
You want to puke.

Erica, they're perfect, okay?
I just can't go.

I already made plans with, uh,
Greta to have dinner.

Seriously?

You'd rather have dinner
with Cruella than your friends?

That's mean.
And they're not my friends.

Hey. I am.

Well, I'm sorry, but I made
these plans last week, so...

Come on. Please. I'll call her.

- Do you want me to call her?
- Erica, I can't go.

I have to be there in, like,
30 minutes, so no.

(ERICA SIGHS)

What?

What?

I wasn't gonna say anything,
but this is just...

it's getting weird.

You, like,
totally adopted this woman.

She's my friend.

You hardly know her.

Okay, I'm gonna call her.
That's it.

And we're putting her
on a serious taper,

- starting tomorrow.
- No, Erica. What the hell?

Why do you always think
that you can

just tell me what to do?

Right, I'm just some
superficial bitch.

But I don't see how making

some random lady
your surrogate mom is normal.

- Excuse me?
- You're gonna pretend

that that's not
what's going on here?

It's so obvious, it's sad.

She's not your mother.

I'm gonna try and forget
that you just said that to me.

(OVER STEREO):
♪ Sous les ponts de Paris

♪ Lorsque descend la nuit

Careful. It's hot.

♪ Tout's sort's de gueux
se faufilent en cachette... ♪

Mmm. That's delicious.

- Soupe de poisson.
- (CHUCKLES QUIETLY)

♪ Hôtel du courant d'air... ♪

- And the risotto?
- Ah.

Courgette and basil. (CHUCKLES)

A recipe my mother taught me.

- Mmm.
- Is it good?

Delicious. Hmm?

♪ Prends ce bouquet,
quelques brins d'muguet ♪

♪ C'est peu mais c'est
tout' ma fortune ♪

♪ Viens avec moi,
j'connais I'endroit ♪

♪ Ouù I'on craint même pas
I'clair de lune ♪

Where are the candles?

Uh, in the cabinet...
The little cabinet.

Okay.

♪ Sous les ponts de Paris

♪ Lorsque descend la nuit

♪ Comm' il n'a pas d'quoi
s'payer un' chambrette ♪

Hmm.

♪ Un couple heureux vient
s'aimer en cachette... ♪

(SONG CONTINUES, MUFFLED UNDER
DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL SCORE)

(GASPS)

(CORK POPS)

Did you find them?

Yeah, I found them.

Mmm, wonderful.

I wish I had met your mother.

It's good, no?

It's delicious.

So, tell me about your friend.

Uh, this friend of yours...
Um, Erica is her name, no?

What's wrong? You seem upset.

I'm really not feeling well.

Oh, dear. Are you sick?

Maybe.

I don't know,
it just kind of came over me.

Would you like to lay down?

No, I think I should
just go home.

(SCOFFS) We haven't had dessert.

That's okay.

Uh, I'll pack you a-a plate,
if you want.

No, no, it's-it's totally fine.

- It's no bother.
- Greta, really, it's fine.

Are you sure?
It will just take a moment.

I'm sure.

Is there anything I can do?

Tell me where it hurts.

I just need to go home.

(DOOR RATTLING)

Use the key.

In the bowl.

(PANTING)

- Oh, my God.
- I know.

I mean, I guess
she's been, what,

purposely planting them
around the city?

Just hoping someone
brings them back to her?

- And you did.
- Yeah, I did.

(GROANS) That's the creepiest
thing I've ever heard.

(RINGTONE PLAYING)

CHEF: Here you go. Table five.

Hurry up.

(LINE RINGING)

Hey, she's really
freaking me out.

ERICA: Yeah, tell me about it.

- She called there, too?
- Only, like, 80 times.

I had to unplug the phone.

Oh, my God,
I just want her to go away.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,
it's not that easy,

especially if
they don't want to go.

And do you want to know
the kicker?

What's the kicker?

The crazier they are,
the harder they cling.

Don't tell me that.

Then I also won't tell you
that I tried

- to warn you about her.
- I know.

Goddamn it, why didn't I just
listen to you?

You never do.

Well, from now on,
I swear to God,

I'll do whatever
you tell me to do.

There's somebody asking for you.

- Who?
- A woman.

Oh, my God, Erica,
I think she's here.

- Shit.
- I'll call you later.

Can you get rid of her?

I tried.
She said she needed to see you.

I don't want to talk to her.

- Look, Francine...
- It's Frances.

I'm not your public relations
manager, understand?

Just get rid of her.

And I don't want a scene.

(SIGHS)

Greta, what are you doing here?

I was worried.
You didn't answer your phone.

- I left you some messages.
- I got them.

- What do you want?
- Sweetheart, I...

- Don't.
- What?

Don't call me that.

What's wrong?

What is it?

- Ma chérie...
- Stop calling me that.

Tell me what's wrong.

Come on, Greta.

I saw them.

The bags in the closet, Greta.

I saw them.

What, you go...
you go planting them around,

hoping some lost soul's gonna
bring them back to you?

Trying to find the biggest
sucker in New York City?

Well, congratulations.
You found her.

- Frances.
- God, you're good.

You're really, really good.

You totally had me.

Thank God I opened
the wrong closet door.

- Will you let me explain?
- No, I won't let you explain.

Because it's over.

And I never want
to see you again.

Frances, please.

Do not come back here.

♪

(WHINING)

♪

(PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING STOPS)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

GRETA: Frances?

If you would only
let me explain.

What I did was wrong.

I know that now.

And it will never happen again.

But since Nicola left,

I have been in
this well of loneliness,

this black hole.

Maybe it drove me a little mad.

We were meant for love, Frances,

not this terrible isolation.

And if you don't call me,
I don't know what I will do.

Want to work Saturday,
6:00 to close?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Ah... (CLICKING TONGUE)

- (WHISPERS): Okay, go.
- Sorry.

Go, go, go.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(GASPS) If those are mine,

I'm gonna dry-hump you
right here.

(CHUCKLES) I wish.

Frances McCullen?

I can't accept those.

(QUIETLY): White lilies.

I'm sorry.

(QUIET CHATTER)

- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- Oh!

- Uh... uh...
- I'm so sorry.

Um, did any of it get on you?

I will get you
a new glass immediately.

I'm very, very, very sorry.

Uh, uh, I'll be right back
with your other glass.

♪

Call the cops.

This is not a problem?

So she can just stand there
and stare at me all day,

and that's not a problem?
Everything's cool?

Across the street?
Yeah, pretty much.

How is that not harassment?

Ma'am, technically,
she can stand there

with a telephoto lens
and a tripod

and take your picture
if she wants to.

Public area,
her rights are protected.

Awesome.

Ignore her.

She's just looking
for attention.

The more you give her,
the more she'll want back.

- Well, that was easy.
- Ma'am.

(SIGHS QUIETLY)

♪

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

I said I was sorry.

Please talk to me!

I said I was sorry.
Just tell me what you want...

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(SIREN WAILING NEARBY)

(FIRE TRUCK BLASTING HORN)

- (ELECTRONIC CHIMING)
- (SIGHS QUIETLY)

Please.

Jesus! What...?

God, what do you...
what do you want from me?

I want to talk.

Then talk to your daughter.

I can't.
She does not understand.

What?

- What doesn't she understand?
- I'm lonely.

Greta, everybody's lonely.

That does not mean that you get
to follow people around

and terrorize them.

Everybody needs a friend.

- You have your Erica.
- No.

No, you leave Erica out of this.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You said you always
stick around like chewing gum.

Are you insane?

- Please.
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Let's try and start again.

I love you.

You don't even know me.

I tried to talk to you. I tried.

But you wouldn't listen.

People can't keep
doing this to me.

(GASPS, SHUDDERS)

Ugh, I can't believe
she did this.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OFFICER:
Harassment restraining order

can be applied for
in certain circumstances.

- Is there any physical assault?
- She threw gum in her hair.

Chewing gum?

A restraining order.

How could I apply for one?

You file
a petitioner's affidavit

before the court administrator.

Once the filing fee is paid,

it's forwarded
to the judge for review.

The judge may then
schedule a hearing.

FRANCES:
And how long could that take?

(CHUCKLING): It's Manhattan.

The courts are overcrowded.

- How long?
- (SIGHS) It could take months.

Instructions for filing
are online.

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

♪

WOMAN: In order to remove a dog

from the home, SPCA would need
proof of mistreatment,

like photos
or witness statements.

What if I don't have any proof

but I'm worried about
the dog's safety?

You talking about
that sweet French lady

that you came here with?

I'm just frightened.

For the dog.

♪

♪

(DOOR OPENING)

(MORTON BARKING, WHINING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪

I thought you were in Paris.

OPERATOR:
The customer you have called

is unavailable
to take your call.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

- (BEEP)
- Hi. This is Frances McCullen.

I'm trying to get in contact
with Nicola Hideg,

Greta Hideg's daughter.

Uh, you see,
I helped her adopt a dog,

and I'm worried.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(ELEVATOR HUMMING,
ELECTRONIC CHIMING)

(GASPS QUIETLY)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(LOCK CLICKING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(PANTING QUIETLY)

Erica?

♪

(SIGHS)

God.

(RINGTONE PLAYING)

Hello?

ERICA: Hey, where are you?

- Where should I be?
- Chester's.

(SIGHING): Oh, crap.

I totally flaked. I'm sorry.

- We're-we're still here.
- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

- Come hang out.
- No, it's okay.

I'm gonna stay in tonight.

- Are you okay?
- (FRANCES SIGHS)

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just, uh... I'm tired.

But I'll-I'll see you
when you get back.

- Okay.
- Bye.

(SIGHS)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(DISTANT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Hey, Papa.

CHRIS: You haven't
called me that in a while.

Uh... (SIGHS)

Sorry. It, uh... it slipped.

Maybe I should quit
while I'm ahead.

- Maybe you should.
- (CHUCKLES)

How are you doing?

(SIGHS) I don't know.

Been thinking about
maybe going away.

Might be good
to think some things over.

Can I come, too?

Just you and me?

You're just mad at me

because I found a way
to move on.

Is that what it's called?

Did it ever occur to you

that your mom might have
wanted it that way?

Come on.

I-I mean, for both of us.

So that we could just
get on with our lives.

Is that supposed
to make this better?

I'm not a perfect man.

Which is fine, except now

you're quoting
Bill Clinton, so...

- (CELL PHONE CHIMES)
- Look,

we've both been through so much.

This hasn't been easy
on either of us.

And I miss her
as much as you do.

Frances?

Dad, I got to call you back.

- Right now?
- Yeah. I'm sorry.

(PANTING QUIETLY)

(LINE RINGING)

(CHIMES)

(GASPS)

- ERICA: Frankie?
- Erica, Jesus Christ.

- What's the matter?
- Greta... she's there.

She's sending me
pictures of you.

What?

You got to get out of there.
Actually, no, no.

Don't go alone.
Is anybody with you?

I've looked around.
Nobody's here.

- Where are you?
- Don't worry.

I'm leaving.
It was a bore fest anyways.

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- Oh, my God, Erica.

No, no, no.
She's still following you.

She's literally going
out the door right now.

She can't be.
I slipped out the back.

- FRANCES: Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

Take a deep breath. Relax, okay?

(PANTING)

God, this is such bullshit.

I mean, she can't do this.

I'm gonna go to the cops
tomorrow, and I'm gonna

- hire an attorney.
- Go, Frankie Mac.

FRANCES: I mean,
it's one thing to harass me,

but to threaten my friend,
she can...

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- ERICA: You there?

She's still following you.
Turn around.

- I don't see anyone.
- You're-you're...

you're in an alleyway,
and there's some

big billboard behind you,
and you're still on the phone.

ERICA:
That's right in front of me.

(PHONE CHIMES)

FRANCES: Jesus Christ.

You have to get out of there.

Erica?

Hello?

Okay, calm down, Frankie.
I've gotten out of there.

Where are you?

I'm taking the goddamn subway.

FRANCES: She's right behind you.

Turn around.

She can't be.

You bitch.

She's still following you.

I don't see her.

I'm just gonna take
an Uber, okay?

A bus just pulled up.

I can't believe myself,
but I'm getting on.

Go. Run.

(BUS DOOR OPENING)

- Erica?
- I'm on.

- Watch for her.
- I will.

Okay, we're good.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Erica, she's on the bus.

What?

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(PHONE CHIMES)

You need help.

FRANCES:
Erica, don't talk to her!

You're pathetic!
Excuse me, I have to get off.

Erica, get off the bus.

- Okay, I'm off.
- Where are you?

Uh, I-I don't know.
Somewhere on 33rd.

Uh, there's a bar up ahead,
the Copper House.

Copper House.
It's a left on 33rd from here.

And hurry, please.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

You sick bitch.

- (TIRES SQUEAL)
- FRANCES: Oh, my God!

Erica!

(GASPING)

Erica.

Oh, my God. Hi.

This chick is
seriously disturbed.

I do have to admit, though,
she takes a good photo.

I mean, I look badass.

Erica, come on.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Hello?

WOMAN: Hi.

Um, this isn't gonna be easy,

but maybe we should meet.

("WYOMING" BY HEATHER
WOODS BRODERICK PLAYING)

(PANTING)

♪ When I think upon

Sorry.

♪ The day we met

♪ The sun was shining

♪ In my mother's yard
we sat... ♪

Frances?

Um... yeah.

You called me about Nicola?

I'm Alexa.

Alexa Hammond.

Do you want to...?

Nicola Hideg is dead.

She killed herself
four years ago.

Uh, I knew her from A.A.

I was her addiction counselor,

and then her partner
for six years.

- But, uh, I could nev...
- Um...

I-I'm sorry, but...

what about Paris?

- Paris?
- Yeah.

Greta said that she studied at
the... the conservatory there.

Nicola had never been to France.

Listen, that whole
French shtick of Greta's

is an affectation, all right?

She's from Hungary.

You know, Greta...

she still pretends
to talk to her.

On the phone.

She's a very ill woman.

So, Nicola never studied
the piano or anything?

She used to play
till her knuckles bled.

You can't save people.

You know, I couldn't
save her from...

whatever it was
that had been done to her.

You know, maybe she just
couldn't survive the box.

The box?

I used to think
it was a metaphor.

You know, the box
in which she was confined

as a child or whatever.

But I came to realize
before the end...

that maybe I was wrong.

CHRIS (OVER PHONE):
I was speaking with Erica.

Dad.

She told me
what's been going on.

You keep telling me
everything is okay.

I am okay. I...

I'm an adult.

So talk to me like I'm an adult.

Okay, like an adult.

This woman is unstable.

You need to cut her off
entirely.

I already have cut her off.

(MOUTHING)

(SIGHS)

Look, Dad,
I'll call you back later.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS)

Hi. I'm Frances, and I'll be
your waitress for the evening.

A Kir Royale and some
sparkling water, ma chérie.

- No, I-I...
- (TRAY CRASHES)

I'm sorry. I-I can't do this.

But I've reserved, my dear.

- What do you mean, you can't?
- Is there a problem?

Yes, this woman
has been harassing me.

You need to ask her to leave.

I'm afraid
she has a reservation.

What kind of service is this?

How can I help you, madam?

A Kir Royale
and a sparkling water.

She has my order.

- Want some Valium with that?
- Yeah. Wouldn't work.

- Is she your stalker?
- Yeah.

Good luck.

(SIGHS)

I'll start with the crab bisque
and a small green salad.

- Why are you doing this?
- Because we have to talk.

I have nothing to say to you.

Nothing? After all
we've been through together?

And the sea bream to follow.

- It's palatable?
- It's excellent.

A glass of something
white and dry.

The pinot grigio.

No. Something French.

The Chablis.

If you say so.

Chérie.

- Do not call me that.
- Et pourquoi pas?

IT'S WHAT YOU ARE: My darling.
Ma chérie.

Why are you speaking French?

(SPEAKS STERNLY IN HUNGARIAN)

- Was she talking Klingon?
- Call the cops.

- Henri won't like that.
- I don't care. Just call them.

Your funeral.

(BUSY CHATTER)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

The Chablis.

May I?

Mm...

A bit like you.

Promises a lot,
then disappoints.

Okay.

I deserve better!

(PATRONS GASPING)

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

You can't do this to me. To us.

- Are you a child?
- No, you're the child.

You need someone to love.
You need a mother to hold you.

You lost someone,
and you're afraid to love.

- We both know it's true.
- Don't you dare

talk to me about my mother.

Darling, don't you understand?

She had to die.

She had to die for us to meet!

Are you out of your mind?

You just can't accept it!

Look at her! She's full of loss!

Of grieving!

She's gone, Frances!

Just accept it!
It's called moving on!

(SHOUTING IN HUNGARIAN)

Leave me alone! She's gone!

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

(GRUNTS)

Leave me alone!

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT
POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

I should just try
and ignore her, right?

And how am I supposed
to take precautions

when you're not even
gonna tell me

whether or not
she's been released?

Oh, my God.

You already released her,
didn't you?

Okay, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna take that as a yes.

Goddamn it.

My dad wants to come pick me up.

Okay.

Okay?

I think you should go.

What, just leave?

Come away with me, then,
if the family thing's too much.

We can go to Baja.

It's cheap.

Yeah, but she'd still be here...

the minute we got back.

Well, then...

guess you'll have to try
the slow fade.

What's that?

You apologize,

tell her the problem
is you, not her,

and that you have to go
and deal with your, um, issues.

By the time that you're back,

she'll have moved on
to someone else.

So...

lie, in other words?

Right to her face.

I'll take you through it.

I'm the master of the slow fade.

♪

It's Friday.

Greta, I'm sorry.

I know you are, dear.

You were right.

I do care.

I've just been so upset
about my mom,

and I was blaming you.

I'm gonna go away tomorrow.

Just for a little bit.

Think some things over.

You've been such a help.

A friend
when I needed one the most.

Everyone needs a friend.

But we're more
than friends, Frances.

We're connected.

We're family.

I know.

And what does every child need?

A mother.

♪

So we'll meet
when you come back?

You need packing help?

(QUIETLY): No.

You wouldn't lie to me,
would you?

No.

So it's not goodbye, darling.

Don't I deserve a hug?

♪

Maybe that was goodbye, Morton.

("THE STRANGERS"
BY ST. VINCENT PLAYING)

♪ You showed up
with a black eye ♪

♪ Looking to go start a fight

♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪

♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪

♪ Playboys under your mattress ♪

♪ Like I wouldn't notice

♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪

♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪

♪ What do I share?

♪ What do I keep

♪ From all the strangers

♪ Who sleep where I sleep?

(BELL DINGS)

(WATER DRIPPING)

Erica?

♪

Erica, did you water the plants?

(QUIET, SHUDDERING BREATHS)

(GASPS, GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(PANTING, GASPING)

(GRETA HUMMING A TUNE)

(GASPING WEAKLY)

Erica isn't here, dear,
but thank goodness...

(DISTORTED, ECHOING): I am.

It seems you forgot to pack.

Now, which shoes
would you like to bring?

- Sir, can you help me?
- (FRANCES GROANS SOFTLY)

- My niece, she's very ill.
- Sure.

Sure. I'll grab her.

(FRANCES GRUNTS)

Thank you.

(DRIVER'S DOOR CLOSES)

I'm going to put you
right to bed when we get home.

♪

(FRANCES GASPS)

(FRANCES GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(MOANS, PANTS)

(MOANS)

Here we are.

Toys for you to play with.

Even if you don't deserve them.

Telling me one big lie
like that.

But...

we'll have
our little holiday here.

Hmm?

(LID CREAKS)

(GASPING)

("THE STRANGERS"
BY ST. VINCENT PLAYING)

♪ You showed up
with a black eye ♪

♪ Looking to go start a fight

(BELL DINGS)

♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪

♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪

♪ Playboys under your mattress ♪

♪ Like I wouldn't notice

♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪

♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

Erica?

Shouldn't you be packing?

Yeah.

(HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)

Yeah, right.

(BELL DINGS)

Daddy's here.

Is he afraid to come up?

I don't know. Maybe.

Kind of been on his case
a lot lately.

Give him a chance. He loves you.

Oh, I'm gonna miss you.

You okay?

I don't know.

I love you, but you got to go.

- Call me.
- I will.

- Send pictures, okay?
- Okay.

(ELEVATOR CLANKS AND RATTLES)

(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)

(ELECTRONIC DINGING)

(ELEVATOR CREAKING)

(ELEVATOR RUMBLING)

What the hell?

(CREAKING, RATTLING)

(RUMBLING LOUDLY)

- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- Oh, my God!

Help! Oh, my God!

- No! No, no!
- (RAPID DINGING)

Oh, my God. Help!

Please. Oh, my God!

No! No!

Help me!

(MOANING SOFTLY)

(TOY SQUEAKS)

What?

(TOY CHATTERS)

(TOY SQUEAKING)

(WHIMPERS QUIETLY)

(GASPING)

Help me!

Please.

No!

Please let me out!

Please let me go. No, no.

No! Please, somebody help me!

(FRANCES PANTING)

This is the bed of lies.

- You were not even packed.
- (SOBBING SOFTLY)

You were not going anywhere,
were you?

(WHISPERS): Please.

Just trying to get rid of Greta.

(WHISPERS): Please.

Please don't close it.
Don't close it.

Don't close it. Don't close it.
Please don't close it.

You want out? Come on, then.

Just like Nicola.

Can't make up your mind.

- (WHIMPERING, GASPING)
- (FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CRYING)

(PIANO PLAYING
LISZT'S "LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3")

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

(UNDER BREATH): Please.

(PANTING)

God, let me out!

Let me out!

No.

(BANGING, RATTLING)

(MUSIC STOPS, METRONOME TICKING)

(METRONOME STOPS)

(GASPING, SOBBING)

(PIANO RESUMES PLAYING)

(SOBBING)

(PANTING)

♪

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

What?

What did you do to her?!

(GRUNTING)

Where is she?!

(SOBBING)

(QUIETLY): Please.

- Please.
- (PIANO MUSIC STOPS)

(QUIET, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Frances?

I've been going through
some old photos.

(MOUSE CLICKS)

You remember that place
we rented in Martha's Vineyard?

God, I hate voice mails.

Just call me, will you?

("SALT" BY SELK PLAYING
OVER PHONE SPEAKERS)

♪ Salt sticks to your skin...

Oh. How sweet.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- ♪ Curse these days gone by

- ♪ I want to try it all again.
- (PHONE CHIMES)

5.63 meters. Displacement...

♪ Bless our foolish hearts

♪ How could we know?

♪ How could we have known?

- I got three X's.
- What was that?

My daughter, uh...

she's on vacation with a friend.

- ♪ In this quiet place.
- (PHONE DINGS)

♪ I'm hiding

♪ In your warm embrace

♪ I'm lost

♪ In this quiet place

♪ I'm hiding

♪ In your warm embrace

♪ Never-ending blue...

CHRIS (ON VOICE MAIL):
Frances, thanks for that text.

It meant so much to me.

Like some kind
of horrible cloud had lifted.

When you come back,
let's sit down and talk.

We've both been
through a lot, but...

I won't lose you.

♪ I hear the seabirds
sing their song ♪

♪ I'm lost

♪ In this quiet place

♪ I'm hiding

- ♪ In your warm embrace.
- (PHONE DIALING)

♪ I'm lost

- ♪ In this quiet place...
- (LINE RINGING)

CHRIS (ON VOICE MAIL): Frances,
I'm coming into the city.

You must be back by now.

Call me back.

♪

ERICA: Yeah, I'll buzz you in.

(DOOR CREAKS)

Are you ready for your lesson?

So you're back?

- From where?
- From wherever it is you went.

Is she inside?

No, she went
on vacation with you.

No, with you.

(DOOR OPENS)

Don't cry, angyalom.

(WHIMPERS)

We all make mistakes
now and then.

Come on.

(PIANO PLAYING SCALE)

Good. One more time.

(PLAYS HIGH NOTES)

No.

C. Pinkie on the C.

Kisujj. Go ahead.

There was a nurse, Hideg,

dismissed from Bellevue Hospital

for misuse of anesthetics.

No criminal record.
Could it be her?

I never met the woman.

She reportedly returned
to Hungary.

Left no forwarding address.

The files show...

Just find her, Mr. Cody,
whatever it costs.

250 a day, plus expenses.

Drink up, now.

Please.

Angyalom.

We don't want the box again,
do we?

GRETA: You needed that to sleep.

Alszik a baba.

(HUMMING A LULLABY)

♪ Sous les ponts de Paris...

GRETA: "Mézeskalács."

REPEAT AFTER ME: "Mézeskalács."

- "Mézeskalács."
- No.

"Mézeskalács."

You have to be longer
on the... on "mézeskalács."

FRANCES: "Mézeskalács."

One more time. "Mézeskalács."

"Mézeskalács."

Good. You're learning.

You probably call them cookies.

Although...

although the honey in the dough

can make it...
How... how do you say?

Um... ragados.

I bet that means "sticky."

(GRETA SCREAMING)

My kisujj!(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

♪

(GRUNTS)

- (GLASS CRUNCHING)
- (GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

No. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

(RUSTLING)

Oh, my God.

- Samantha?
- (UNZIPPING)

(GASPS)

(MUFFLED GASPING)

I could use some, too,
my darling, but you first.

(MUFFLED BREATHING SLOWS)

♪

GRETA: Ay, ay, ay.

Ez tényleg fáj.

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(HISSES IN PAIN)

Olyan jó, mint az új.

(WATER SLOSHING SOFTLY)

A lady is known...

by her shoes and her gloves.

(FRANCES EXHALES SOFTLY)

And we are nothing
if not ladies.

(GROANS, PANTS)

(WEAKLY): She's still alive.

Forget about her, angyalom.

She's in Heaven now.

You are the only one.

(GRUNTS)

(FRANCES GROANS SOFTLY)

What a pair we are, hmm?

(FRANCES GROANS SOFTLY)

But we can do better.

(FRANCES GRUNTS)

Can't we?

- (FRANCES WHIMPERING SOFTLY)
- My darling.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(PANTING)

(PANTS, GRUNTS)

(FOOTFALLS CONTINUE UP STAIRS)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING,
WHEELS SQUEAKING)

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a Greta Hideg.

And?

I was told she lives here.

She does.

If you can call it living.

Sorry.

- Was meant to be amusing.
- It was amusing.

Are you a roofer?
A chimney sweep?

I'm looking
for any information...

Don't tell me
you're from the IRS.

On Frances McCullen.

Do you know her?

Yes.

Yes, I know her.

I haven't seen her in a while.

Well, I'm a family friend,

and they haven't heard
from her, either.

Oh, really?

Would you like to come in?

Sure.

(DISTANT DOOR OPENS)

GRETA (MUFFLED):
She went on holiday

with her father, I believe.

CODY: No, she didn't.
That's the reason I'm here.

(DISTANT CHATTER
CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

I don't get many visitors here.

Excuse the clutter.

You're going away?

Now, are you sure
you're not from the IRS?

No, I'm not from the IRS.

They are the only certainties,
aren't they?

Death and taxes.

Now, who said that?

I believe it was
Benjamin Franklin.

But you didn't come all this way

to talk about taxes, did you?

No. Frances McCullen.

(CONVERSATION CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

We were acquainted for a while,
and then she went away.

Poof.

Not a word.

But that's young people for you.

They have their own lives
to lead.

Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

(MUFFLED BANGING)

(GASPING)

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Chopin.

I love Chopin.

Don't you?

(MUFFLED BANGING CONTINUES)

(CHOPIN'S "MINUTE WALTZ"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

I like it
when it fills the room.

She helped me choose Morton.

Morton?

Morton, my guard dog.

Who, by the way,
hasn't been fed for...

I don't know how long now.

- Forgive me.
- (MUFFLED BANGING CONTINUES)

Morton, be quiet.

Morton, please,
will you keep quiet?

Morton?

- Morton?
- (MUFFLED THUMP)

(SOBBING)

- (BANGING CONTINUES)
- Morton?

(METRONOME TICKING)

Stop that banging.

("MINUTE WALTZ" CONTINUES
OVER SPEAKERS)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(WHIMPERING)

- (DOOR RATTLING)
- (MUFFLED YELL)

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

GRETA: You're not from the IRS?

Are you sure?

- Maybe Homeland Security?
- CODY: You psycho.

We have places
for people like you.

But all my papers are in order.
I'm a naturalized citizen.

CODY: She's in there, isn't she?

GRETA: She's having a nap,

like you will have
in 20 seconds or so.

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

I'm taking her with me.

Are you sure?

Help me!

You don't look too good.

You missed.

(SCREAMS)

- Missed again.
- (GROANS WEAKLY)

- (GUN FIRES)
- (SCREAMS)

Ooh.

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS)

(GRUNTS WEAKLY)

(WHIMPERING)

("MINUTE WALTZ" CONTINUES)

Do you have children?

No? A pity.

No one to miss you.

("MINUTE WALTZ" CONTINUES)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

- (MUSIC ENDS)
- (GASPING, SOBBING)

("WHERE ARE YOU"
BY JULIE LONDON PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

♪ Where are you?

♪ Where have you gone

♪ Without me?

What a mess.

♪ I thought you cared...

What a dreadful, terrible mess.

The bags, you see,
were the perfect solution.

Who would believe
a simple green leather handbag

would solve an eternity
of loneliness?

Endlessly recycled
through lost and found.

"If found, please return to..."

Oh, yes, they brought company.

♪ Where are you?

The company was nice
for a while,

but everything
has its end, doesn't it?

♪ When we said
goodbye, love... ♪

- Even company.
- (FRANCES GRUNTS)

♪ What had we to gain?

♪ When I

♪ Gave you my love

♪ Was it all in vain?

♪ All life through

♪ Must I go on pretending?

♪ Where is my

♪ Happy ending?

♪ Where are you?

♪ Where are you?

♪ Where are you?

♪ Where

♪ Are you?

(GRUNTING QUIETLY)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DISTANT DOOR OPENS)

(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT
CONVERSATION IN OTHER ROOM)

(GROANING WEAKLY)

(MUFFLED CONVERSATION CONTINUES)

♪

GRETA (IN OTHER ROOM):
I can't place your accent.

YOUNG WOMAN (SOUTHERN ACCENT):
I'm from Texas.

Mézeskalács.

I made them myself.

- Have one.
- Thank you.

(WHIMPERING)

GRETA (IN OTHER ROOM): So,
what brings you to New York?

- (MUFFLED GRUNTING)
- (BANGING)

- Oh, how exciting.
- (BANGING CONTINUES)

- I'm trying to be a model.
- (METRONOME TICKING)

GRETA: The neighbors. I'm sorry.

Remodeling.

- (MUFFLED GRUNTING)
- (BANGING)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

GRETA:
A little courtesy, please!

- A little quiet!
- (WHIMPERS QUIETLY)

- Thank you.
- (TICKING STOPS)

I swear they are
building an ark.

(YOUNG WOMAN LAUGHS)

(GASPING, PANTING)

GRETA: So, tell me,

how does one become a model?

Well, you get an agent.

Actually, first you get
a portfolio, then an agent.

(GASPING)

GRETA: So clumsy.

Uh, I'll get a towel.

- (CLATTERING)
- (GRETA GROANS)

- Are you okay?
- I...

I feel so strange
all of a sudden.

What... what kind of strange?

(GRETA GROANING)

(MOANS)

Do you... do you think that
maybe you've been drugged?

Think that happened
to a friend of mine once.

ERICA (NORMAL VOICE):
The hours and hours I searched

the goddamn subway for that bag.

- So, what happens now?
- Uh...

- (GRETA GROANS)
- ERICA: You play me the piano,

talk about Liszt
and "Liebestraum," right?

(GRUNTING WEAKLY)

Oh, no.

You're overdosing.

Yeah, that's what a bunch
of roofies in your coffee

will do to you.

You need a doctor.

And I need my friend.

- (MUFFLED SCREAMING)
- Where is she?

(BANGING)

(GRETA GROANS)

Frances?

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Frances!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(MUFFLED BANGING)

(TICKING)

Oh, my God.

- (GASPING, SOBBING)
- (LOCKS CLICKING)

(WHIMPERING, SOBBING)

♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

And get that one, okay?

ERICA:
Are you gonna be able to walk?

FRANCES: I don't know.

Hold on to me, okay?

Come on. Come on.

(FRANCES GASPING RAPIDLY)

- (PIANO PLAYING "LIEBESTRAUM
NO. 3") -FRANCES: No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No, no, no. Erica, no.

- Erica, don't go.
- I have to, okay?

- Don't go. Don't go. Don't...
- Okay. I have to go look.

No, it's her. She's gonna...
she's gonna hurt you.

She's... (GASPING RAPIDLY)

(MUSIC CONTINUES,
METRONOME TICKING)

(SHUDDERING)

She's not here.

(NEEDLE SCRATCHES, MUSIC STOPS)

It's just a record.

(METRONOME CONTINUES TICKING)

(PANTING)

How the hell did she...?

(WHIMPERING, PANTING)

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

You were the one.

Stop! Get off of me!

(GRETA PANTING WEAKLY)

FRANCES: No.

No. No, don't do it.

I have a better idea.

(LISZT'S "HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY
NO. 2" PLAYING)

How do we lock this?

You could try with this.

(GRUNTS)

What do we do now?

We call the cops.

What do we tell them?

That there's a psychopath
asleep in an old painted box.

(LAUGHS)

How long have I been here?

Too long.

I need to get some air.

Okay. (SNIFFS)

Let's go.

FRANCES: I need to call my dad.

♪

(THUMP)

(THUMP)

(THUMP)

(REPEATED THUMPING)

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

(MUSIC FADES)