Original subtitles

(soft guitar music)

(tools clinking and man grunting)

♫ the rain fell in buckets

♫ the sky was lonely too

♫ I brought this wine for me and you

♫ at the edge of all the darkness

♫ there was always something new

♫ Mary went away

♫ and I chose to stay

♫ there was so much I had to do

♫ at the edge of all the darkness

♫ there was always something new

(footsteps on stairs)

♫ time was like a prison

♫ the streets were there at hand

♫ I tried to find out who I am

♫ and down in all my imperfections

♫ I was lonelier than you ♫

(clink)

(shoes hit the floor)

(waistband snaps)

(door shuts)

(cars whooshing by)

(footsteps)

(beep)

[Man] I need to get more minutes on my phone.

Okay. Cash or credit?

Amex.

Okay.

(beeping)

Uh, there's a problem with the card.

With the Amex?

Try the Visa.

Okay.

(clicking)

(beeping)

Sorry, no good.

Fuck.

[Cashier] You could pay cash.

No thanks.

(crane banging)

(slow, pleasant music)

(beeping)

(beeping)

(slow, pleasant music)

(beeping)

(traffic in background)

You got a light?

(traffic whooshing by)

What are you doing?

I was just wondering what a person

would actually have to do if they wanted to

jump off the famous Brooklyn Bridge these days.

You're not thinking of jumping, are you?

That's none of your business.

(traffic whoosing by)

From this height?

Certainly from the height of the middle of the bridge,

a falling body would encounter the water

as if the water were concrete.

Walk withe me over to Manhattan and let's get a coffee.

Thank you. No.

I'm headed in the other direction.

You got a cell phone?

Yes.

Punch my number into it.

No.

Can I use your phone to make a call?

Miho? It's Joseph.

Yeah. Down here on the bridge.

Looking right at your apartment. Can you see me?

I cannot see you because I am in Shanghai, China.

Shanghai?

You're in Shanghai right now?

Yes. Is everything okay?

I just wanted to borrow that inflatable bed you have.

Yeah, Wendy and I had a sort of,

you know... It's over, I guess.

Yeah, she wants to marry Phil.

You know, the attorney?

Oh, yes, of course.

Do you need any place to stay?

I'm fine. Don't bother.

I was just planning on staying... What?

I will be here in Shanghai for a week.

Well, yeah.

If I could stay there all week, that would be great.

Can I get the keys from Hal?

Yes, he has extra set of keys at his apartment uptown.

(phone rings)

Possible Films. Tuesday speaking.

Tuesday, this is Miho.

Oh, hello. How are you?

I'm fine. Is the husband there?

No. He's not. He's out at a meeting.

Listen. A friend, Joseph, will call today.

Joseph.

Yes. He needs extra set of keys to my apartment.

Okay. I have them.

Is this Mr Fulton, the film producer?

Is he film producer?

I think so. He was here the other day talking to the boss

about international financing for the new movie.

I thought he is a drummer in a jazz band.

Seems a little shady to me.

Joe?

Yeah, don't you think? A little desperate.

What about that briefcase?

Joe is okay. He can fix anything.

That's true. He got the WiFi working here in the office

and fixed my computer.

(bell dinging)

Listen. I have to go now. Thank you.

Bye. See you next week.

(car horn honking)

(traffic sounds)

[Woman] Let me check.

[Joseph] There's at least $3,000 dollars in that account.

And you pay the Amex bill from this account?

Automatically. Every month.

Oh. I see.

I can't even get any money out of an ATM.

Your assets have been frozen.

[Joseph] What?

The state of New York has frozen your account.

(taxi whooshes by)

Windows.

Modern, standard windows that are used all over Europe,

but the ones I think are best

are manufactured in Germany.

I gave you those names, right? You got those?

Yeah, right here.

How are they different?

They're more energy efficient, they let in more light,

they're less easy to break into, they're more attractive,

all that stuff. But, the energy efficiency is, I think,

the real selling point.

You want to import these windows to the states?

All I have to do first is make a deal with the contractor.

Sullivan Powers Flynn

will be building all those new condos over in Brooklyn.

Google the New York State Department

of Taxation and Finance.

What do they have to do with this?

Nothing. The fuckers have frozen my assets

for some mysterious reason.

There it is.

At least two of those condos in Williamsburg

were designed by firms in Sweden.

The dimensions are right.

Standard European windows will fit perfectly.

I just need the capitol

to buy the windows and get them over here.

Then, (phone keys beeping)

once we make money on those first few building projects,

we can order the Germans to

make the windows to scale

for conventional American home construction.

Pretty soon, the federal government is sure to be offering

tax incentives for ecologically friendly manufacturing,

and so on. Hold on.

English.

Other.

071-52-9189

[Man] Want a coffee?

Yes, thanks.

(footsteps)

Penalties.

Hello?

Yes.

My assets have been frozen.

I don't know.

I filed on time, I paid what I owed.

From 2005?

I underpaid in 2005. How much?

$200 dollars.

Well, I don't recall receiving any notice.

It was four years ago.

What address have you got on file?

East 76th street. Fuck.

No, I'm sorry.

Well, how can I pay you when you've frozen my bank account?

Uh-huh. (phone ringing)

[Man] What about the contract?

I've only had one phone call,

but I'm tight with the Swedish architects,

and they can force it through.

We need a business plan right away, though.

No problem. It's all in my head.

I thought you were a drummer.

I am a drummer.

See you later.

(touch-tone dialing)

(phone ringing)

Possible Films. Tuesday speaking.

[Joseph] Yeah, it's Joseph.

Hello Mr Fulton. He's not in.

[Joseph] Can I come get the keys to Miho's place?

She call you?

Yes, she did.

I have them here.

I'm leaving at noon,

but the cleaning lady will be here between 3:30 and 5:00.

Between 3:30 and 5:00. Okay.

I have some things I have to do downtown first anyway.

What's the cleaning lady's name?

[Tuesday] Consuela.

Consuela, right.

(dial tone)

He's up to something.

Where is Baird Street?

Baird? In Chinatown?

Baird and Mott.

That's in Chinatown.

Near here?

No, it's like 15 blocks away.

[Man in black tank top] Which way? How?

You're gonna push this stuff all the way to Chinatown?

There's no place to park around here.

So your truck's up in Chinatown?

Baird Street.

Dude, you can't push this thing

all the way to Chinatown.

My truck is on Baird Street.

All right. Leave the stuff here with me

and go get your truck.

You can load it up here in a minute and be off.

I've got an hour to kill.

I don't know how to get to Baird Street.

I'll tell you how.

It'll take you half-an-hour at most

to walk up there and drive back.

Too much traffic.

Too many streets, all one way.

(jackhammer)

(light, playful music)

(horn honks)

(horn beeping)

(people chattering in background)

[Radio] The Coastguard point out the tide-

(tuning radio)

has been carried far out into the harbor by now.

(tuning radio)

by the New York City Police

that an unidentified person

climbed over the Brooklyn-bound lanes

of the Brooklyn Bridge

at approximately 10:15 this morning

and leapt to what we believe is their death

in the East River.

From the Brooklyn Bridge,

this is Thomas Chinowski, for New York One.

(Dramatic music)

(slow, soft, I music)

I can't go home.

I got into a fight with my mom

and I owe this girl money.

I had that job

but they fired me, for...

I don't know.

I made mistakes...

About...

I'm just no good at it.

I'm so...

Dumb.

I can't go home.

And, and...

(footsteps walk away)

(door slams)

So, he goes el bano?

Donde esta el bano.

Donde esta.

Just say el bano.

The bathroom.

Everyone knows.

(horn honks)

I was just wondering

what a person would actually have to do

if they wanted to jump off

the famous Brooklyn Bridge these days.

You! You!

Uh, Lori, right?

You owe me money!

I owe you money?

For that commercial video thing I did last month?

I was one of the models, and I didn't get paid.

Okay. Now I remember.

[Model] Pay me now!

[Joseph] I can't pay you now.

And... and...

Okay. Here. Sit.

Fuck.

Easy.

I ought to just do everybody a favor and kill myself.

Hey!

Shut up!

I'm hungry.

Okay. Understood.

Just no more of this fucking drama.

This is all I have right now.

Are you kidding me?

It's all I've got.

Gimme your number. I'll track down your money.

And I'll get it to you.

(model sighs) I'm out of minutes.

Okay, listen. Tomorrow. Nine o'clock in the morning.

Be at this address.

I'll pay you what I owe you.

It's the corner of Broad and Stone streets.

Where is this?

Near South Ferry.

Financial district.

Ask people the way. It's easy.

There's a pizzeria on the corner

and an ATM right outside.

I'll be there.

I'll have your money.

Okay?

Okay?

Nine o'clock.

Okay.

(footsteps)

[Man] Maybe it's a new guitar.

(light, upbeat guitar music)

(drums enter the music)

♫ tell me what your name is

♫ can I take you to a show

♫ let me set a light

♫ all around your heaven

♫ find out everything you know

♫ walk down a city street

♫ forget about what you've seen

♫ I'm the only innocent machine ♫

(fast, upbeat music)

♫ my boss gave me my walking shoes

♫ said I looked to good to use

♫ you'll see her wear it now

♫ while standing in the unemployment line

♫ but I ain't handy I'm a dandy man

♫ and the money is sure to hit the sky

♫ but I want to go out this Saturday night

♫ I wanna dress up like a fancy cook

♫ sit right down and read a book

♫ I ain't handy I'm a dandy man ♫

Maybe something slow. Uh...

You listened to the CD, right?

Do you know If I Fell?

That's the waltz?

Yeah. That's the waltz, yeah.

I'm gonna start, and then you'll just come in.

He'll cue you.

When he comes in, you come in.

Okay.

♫ Without making your own

♫ when the world's so confusing

♫ even now that I'm grown

♫ but I still find myself

♫ with my hands in the flames

♫ I'm afraid of

♫ the things that I've done

♫ and all the love that I've scattered

♫ on the days of my times

♫ all the sorrows I've scattered

♫ in whiskey and wine ♫

So, it says here that you toured with Vince Papo?

Uh, yeah. Seven shows in Stockholm in the spring.

Berlin, Prague. You know, the usual short tour.

Well, we have a couple more people to check out,

but thanks for coming.

(slow, questioning music)

Do these shoes go with this outfit?

(footsteps)

I thought so.

Thanks.

(subway rushing by)

(beeping)

(cars whooshing by)

(footsteps)

(traffic sounds)

(footsteps)

(footsteps)

Your brother's here.

(footsteps)

[Joseph's brother] Hey.

Hey.

[Joseph's brother] What's going on?

Just passing by and had some time.

I'm on my way up to see Natalie.

Thought I'd stop in and see you, too.

You okay? You need money?

No.

I'm fine. Things are good. Busy.

God, I wish I had your life.

Get out of here.

What do you call all this?

I don't know.

What do you call this?

You've been her for 20 years, dude.

I don't even know what we do here anymore.

I know it used to be about

manufacturing parts for Xerox machines.

Now it's all about some sort of

photo optimized computer chip for cell phones,

and everyone in charge is like half my age.

I won't be here for long.

How are the kids?

[Joseph's brother] Expensive.

And Maureen?

Less expensive, but difficult.

Hey, did you produce that movie

about what's-his-name yet?

That Stations of the Cross, or whatever?

No. Not yet.

Mostly just these advertising videos for an online marketer.

The real thing, though,

the real thing has to do with windows.

Windows?

Importing windows from Europe

for use in green technology building projects.

Wow. This is unlike you.

Is it?

No. This is me.

I guess.

Yeah. No. This is me.

(phone rings)

If this goes down, it will be big.

[Joseph's brother] What's involved?

An equity investment group in Ohio

my friend Mike is pitching it to.

I'll know more by later today or tomorrow.

You're amazing.

Well. Let's see what happens.

It'll happen.

You sure you don't need money?

Hey. What, do I look in a bad way?

No. It's just I haven't seen you in like nine months

and that's the outfit you were wearing then.

This is my look.

I had a gig in Brooklyn last night.

This is my look.

If this window import thing goes down, let me know,

because I may need a job,

and I'm a manager, that's what I do.

That's a good idea.

Right, Claire? I'm a manager?

He's a manager. That's true.

I'm his secretary.

They need you to review that.

Okay, brother.

I'll be in touch.

(slow, doubtful music)

(subway rushing by)

(horn honking)

(traffic noises)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

(latches opening)

(latches closing)

(slow, determined music)

What are you doing here?

I thought you wouldn't be working. It's Wednesday, right?

Well, Chuck got in a car accident. I'm filling in.

Is he okay?

Yeah.

He just hurt his elbow. He'll be back by the weekend.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't -

- No. Never mind.

Oh. Here. You want to call my little sister?

Hey. Come on. I'll just leave then.

Oh, stop. I'm sorry.

Not really, but anyway.

She came on to me,

and you were on vacation with the well-dressed

real estate mogul.

That was not hanky-panky.

I was trying to get a job.

Besides, you and me never had

any kind of permanent thing.

What the fuck was the problem?

She is half your age.

That was not a problem for her.

What are you drinking?

I just came in to sit down.

[Woman] What?

I have to walk all the way up to 157th street.

To borrow money?

To get a set of keys.

Typical.

[Man] Armond?

Excuse me?

Are you Armond?

No. Sorry.

Excuse me.

You're the author, right?

The novelist?

Yes, I am.

Cheers.

I like your books.

Thank you.

Is everything okay?

My typewriter's broken.

Is that your typewriter?

Yeah.

I didn't think they still made them.

They don't, but there's a man, Armond,

who still fixes them.

Or, to be precise,

his son, also named Armond, who fixes them.

Armond the elder died, I guess.

He's fixed it before,

but I always had to mail it to this address,

and it would come back, repaired, a week or two later.

I called the old number and the answering machine told me

to deliver the typewriter here personally

between noon and two on Wednesdays.

You've been waiting here that whole time?

[Writer] Yeah.

Well, let me take a look at it.

Do you mind?

Oh, nice.

You like machines, I see.

What's the problem in here?

The keys jam.

Rust.

Metal shavings all mucked up

with dust, dandruff, cigarette ash.

That sounds like me.

Leah, you got a lemon?

Beautiful girl in a bad mood.

You could write a book about it.

You have. A few times, right?

Yes, it's sort of my subject.

The acid from the lemon juice loosens the grime,

that's all it is.

WD-40. Fixes everything.

I always need it for my drum kit.

Ah, so you're a drummer.

That too.

Different things.

I acted in a movie once that never got distributed.

I wrote a novel that almost got published.

I might produce a movie.

Recently, I make video content

for an online ad agency.

And, I'm trying to get this import business started.

Construction material.

Windows.

Particularly.

(shaking typewriter)

(keys tapping)

Perfect.

Thank you.

Yeah?

You sure?

Let me pay you something.

No.

But I would have paid Armond Jr $200 dollars.

No. Thank you.

No.

At least let me buy you a drink.

(keys tapping)

What is your novel about?

Love.

Jealousy.

Regret.

Compassion.

[Writer] A tragedy.

[Joseph] You think?

Well, a comedy is supposed to end better than it began.

A tragedy, worse.

Life is never that clear, is it?

Tragedy elevates us through sorrow,

and comedy makes us forget.

That's how it goes.

Anyway. (glasses clink)

I wrote about a man

who doesn't love anyone or anything

anymore than he loves anyone else

or any other thing.

Very existentialist.

You think so?

Interior, I imagine. Not much action.

No one makes it to page 20.

[Writer] Novelist, drummer, actor, movie producer,

entrepreneur. You've got a lot on your plate.

It's harder to hit a moving target.

I'm curious. What drives you?

You mean psychological motivation?

Sorry. Characters are my business.

I'm interested professionally.

Success.

Really? Worldly success?

Yeah.

That's all?

I'd settle for that.

Of course, if some opportunity for some artistic

or spiritual transcendence presented itself,

I'd go for that, too.

As long as I didn't have to make a fool of myself.

A skeptic.

I keep thinking that if I had

some sort of success at something,

on the other side of that success

there would be a little more air to breathe.

More space.

A minute would have 63 seconds.

And a mystic.

It's only the whiskey talking.

I think a man gets a smell about him at a certain point.

The unsuccessful smell.

The odor of failure.

He's got to beat that.

Outrun it.

Or just accept it.

Live without such expectations.

I've read in books that there's such a thing as

the quiet, happy, and uneventful life.

But you might, and I mean no offense,

you may not know this.

You had your first big success in, what? Your 20s?

Thirty-two, but it didn't last long.

Thirty years later I'm still milking it.

Still, you had it. Something to build on.

Some concrete success.

I'd like to do something different, though.

Can't you?

I'm afraid.

Really?

People like what they know.

To change, to explore, it's a risky business.

But you're you.

I might not be me if I did something new.

Even worse, I might be me, but in ruins.

I admit it. I lack the courage

to challenge the world that way again.

Can I offer you a ride somewhere?

I have a car waiting outside.

♫ It's you I want only

♫ I will not be denied ♫

Send me your book.

Really?

Sure.

I'm told it's really bad.

That's okay. I've read all the really good books.

Okay. I will.

Thanks for the ride.

Take care, my friend.

(buzzer)

[Woman on intercom] Hello?

Natalie?

It's me, Joseph.

[Natalie] Oh. Wow. Hey!

Let me in?

(buzzer)

[Natalie] I was just rehearsing my lines.

Were you ever gonna tell me

about this mail that was coming for me?

Oh, I thought that you knew all about it

and found it unimportant.

And so you saved them all nice and neat like

here on the table since 2005.

Hey. You should have formally notified

the New York State Department

of Taxation and Finance

about your change of address.

What are you working on?

Law and Order.

I'm a semi-regular recurring role now.

Good for you.

You got a Coke in here or something?

Of course not. Have a cup of yogurt.

Who's the man in your life that drinks Heineken?

You look good, Natalie.

Oh, I haven't even, you know... Just woke up and all.

So, how's your project coming along?

What project is that?

The movie.

The Stations of the Cross.

Jesus.

The crucifixion.

So dramatic!

Yeah, well, I need to talk to you about that.

I'm still interested, you know.

In the role of Mary Magdalene?

I'd love to play Jesus' lover... It wouldn't...

I'm sure Law and Order would give me the time off.

[Joseph] The director likes you and he knows who you are.

Really?

[Joseph] Yeah.

But, well, the thing is, he thinks you'd be better cast

in the role of the other Mary.

The other Mary?

Yeah.

What other Mary?

The Virgin Mary.

He wants me to play Jesus' mother?

A saint among women, apparently.

Fuck you!

Get out of here, you scumbag!

I can pass for 23, and no one would even blink.

You tell Mr Director to just jump in a lake and die.

Fucking moron.

Who the fuck does he think he is anyway?

I'm a semi-regular recurring role

on one of the most watched crime dramas

on American television.

Asshole!

Get out of here!

You know the way!

(footsteps) (door slams)

(dramatic music)

[Joseph] Hey.

Go away.

I stole $40 dollars from your wallet.

(horn honks)

You're that broke?

It's a temporary thing. It'll be okay tomorrow.

I'm aging.

You're a beautiful woman, Natalie.

I can't play 23 anymore.

Yeah, well. The world moves on.

Do you want to stick around a while

and you know, mess around?

No, Natalie. Let's don't.

Damnit! You see?

Even you.

Come on, Natalie.

Every time we make love, there's a fight,

and then we end up not seeing one another

for what's it been? Three years now?

Why can't I make a man stay?

Oh, come on. Who are you trying to kid?

You don't want a man to stay.

How do you know?

How do I know? Because I married you. Remember?

Oh, yeah.

And you divorced me.

Yeah. Well, I guess when you put it like that.

Thanks for the 40.

Is that all you need?

Yeah.

The Virgin Mary doesn't have to be matronly, does she?

I guess not. I mean, she is a virgin.

And after all, she could have had the Messiah

when she was just a very young girl, right?

That's how the story goes, if I remember correctly.

(light, hopeful music)

(city noises)

(subway station noises)

[Subway speaker] Ladies and gentlemen

backpacks and other large containers

are subject to random search upon boarding.

Ladies and gentlemen

this is an important message

from the New York City Police Department.

Keep your belongings in sight at all times.

Protect yourself.

If you see a suspicious package,

or activity on the platform or train,

do not keep it to yourself.

Tell a police officer, or an MTA employee.

Remain alert, and have a safe day.

(city noises)

(footsteps)

(dog barking) (footsteps on stairs)

(scrubbing) (knock on door)

(door opens)

[Consuela] Mr Joseph?

Si. Hola.

Consuela.

Si.

It's a European machine.

Must need a converter.

He lived in Europe for a while.

All his stuff is from there.

Ah. Here it is.

(electric hum)

You have to plug this into here.

It changes the power.

(vacuum turns on)

(vacuum turns off)

(Joseph opening and closing the vacuum)

(vacuum running) (Spanish radio in background)

(vacuum turns off)

Is this about the girl who jumped off the bridge?

Is no girl, maybe.

(Spanish radio announcer)

They find a body?

Stupid, God-damn windows.

(closes window)

Gracias.

It would be better if this opened like a door,

like this, right?

Si. This is bad for back, this.

(Consuela speaking Spanish)

Thanks.

(Consuela sighs)

It's bad, huh?

Ay, si.

(Consuela squeals)

Oh, yeah.

(Consuela groans)

Oh, yeah. There it is.

(Consuela gasps) There it is.

(Consuela gasps)

Oh, yeah.

(Consuela squeals and gasps)

Oh, yeah, there it is.

(Consuela squealing heard from outside)

(Consuela squealing)

Oh, that is deep.

(Consuela squeals) Oh.

Aye dios mio!

Oh!

(Consuela squealing heard from outside)

Better, right?

Si.

(jiggling vacuum cord)

Gotta go.

Gracias.

(footsteps on stairs)

[Subway speaker] Ladies and gentlemen

not only is it not safe,

it is a violation to run or walk between cars

except in emergency.

(horn honking)

[Cashier] How much you want to put on it?

Five bucks.

Ten's the minimum.

Ten bucks.

(slow, uncertain music)

Jason?

Yeah, it's me, Joseph.

You remember that chick, Lori?

One of the models in the video we made last month?

Yeah. Well, she ain't been paid.

Exactly. What?

The check came back in the mail.

Of course.

Okay. Tear it up.

I'll deal with it and invoice you later.

Yeah. Okay.

See ya.

Yeah, hi.

I'd like to report an incident I think might be related

to the person who jumped off

the Brooklyn Bridge earlier today.

(door slams)

(hat falls on floor)

(door opens)

(slow, suspenseful music)

(knocking on door)

So she goes on about how

a body falling from that height

would be smashed to pieces

on the surface of the water.

Stuff like that.

And this was where on the bridge?

About one-third of the way towards the middle.

Of the Brooklyn side?

[Joseph] Right.

You live here?

[Joseph] No. I'm just watching it for my friend, Miho.

Last name?

[Joseph] Miho's?

Yeah.

Hartley.

That's not the name on the buzzer downstairs.

She sublets and that's... I don't know.

Not allowed.

(officer clears throat)

Where's Miho?

Shanghai.

Did she give you the keys?

Her husband did.

Where is he?

He lives uptown.

What time did you meet the young woman on the bridge?

Between 8:15 and 8:20.

And what were you doing on the bridge?

Walking over here to Manhattan.

Coming here?

Well, yeah. Sort of.

Sort of?

I had a meeting.

Two meetings.

[Officer] With who?

This guy, Mike, a broker.

But before that, I went to my bank.

A real estate broker?

No. It was for something else.

A business plan I have.

Windows. Importing windows from Germany.

What do you do for a living?

What does this have to do with the woman

I met on the bridge this morning?

Hey. I'm just trying to get an overall accurate picture

of the situation here. Okay?

Sorry.

What was she wearing?

A red coat.

[Officer] Eyes?

Dark.

Any other distinguishing features?

We'll be in contact if we need any further information.

(footsteps walking away) (door closes)

(phone chimes)

Mike?

They like the idea.

They want to see a business plan as soon as possible.

Congratulations.

(triumphant music)

I'll get started on the plan.

It's all in my head.

I've run through these numbers a thousand times.

Good. We get in touch with your man Heinrich in Germany

and the architects in Sweden.

[Joseph] Okay.

It's still night over there, but I'll email them right away.

Good. Let's talk in the morning.

Yeah. See you later.

(keys tapping)

(shuffling papers)

(pencil scribbling)

(back cracks)

(phone chimes)

(phone chimes)

(horn honks)

Biard.

Yeah. You get my email?

Right. We're on.

I just need you to specify

that the contractor use those windows.

(car alarm goes off)

Yeah. Call Heinrich in Dusseldorf immediately.

He's expecting your call.

Okay. Right.

(slow, sleepy music)

(hangers rustling)

(dryer humming)

(toothbrush swishing)

(latches opening)

(latches closing)

(bus squealing)

A coffee? Black.

Thanks.

(door closes)

(footsteps)

(slow, sad music)

Wow.

(city noises)

(running footsteps) (horn honking)

(ATM beeping)

See? It all worked out, right?

We'll see.

(ATM dispensing money)

Success!

There you go young lady. $300 bucks.

Do me a favor and do not declare that on your taxes.

I am strictly a cash operation.

I owe you ten dollars.

But I only have twenties.

Actually, you owe me 13, but let's call that interest.

No.

All right. Then buy me a cup of coffee.

You feeling better now?

Yeah. Fine.

You're not gonna kill yourself or anything, right?

Oh, no.

I'm just a little emotional.

I'm usually really tough.

Oh, really?

Yeah. Everybody says so.

I'll take your word for it.

Okay.

I'm gonna go get more minutes for my phone.

Pay this bitch at NYU

so I can get my shit out of her dorm room.

And then meet with this independent director guy

who wants me to be in his movie.

Knock 'em dead, sweetheart.

[Model] Oh, I will. Really.

Hey!

Excuse me! Miss!

(car screeches to a halt) (thump)

(slow, tentative music)

(slow, plaintive music)

(sirens in the distance)

You're alive.

Easy. You're hurt.

(tires screech) (door slams)

(indistinct chatter on police radio)

(siren)

I'll live.

(soft, bouncy music)

♫ would you tell me what your name is

♫ can I take you to the show

♫ can I set a light

♫ all around your heaven

♫ and find out everything you know

♫ cause I've seen nights that last forever

♫ and I couldn't sleep for all the glow

♫ I'm just a satellite

♫ and I burn too brightly

♫ cause I'm not good at burning slow

♫ you could walk down a city street

♫ forget about what you've seen

♫ but I'm the only innocent machine

♫ and they say the universe is still expanding

♫ and I meant to find out what it means

♫ but I'm a satellite

♫ and I need a little understanding

♫ I want to tell you all my dreams.

♫ You could walk down a city street

♫ forget about what you've seen

♫ I'm the only innocent machine ♫