Original subtitles

Farid Morocco

(dramatic music)

(footsteps crunching leaves and twigs)

(drums beating)

(heavy breathing)

(gentle music)

- Artie?

Can we get that puppy this week?

Please?

(door closing)

(gentle music)

(horn beeping)

(train station announcer speaking indistinctly)

(gentle music)

(various instruments playing discordantly)

(men whispering)

- Any questions?

- No.

- No, I'm good.

- Is there a teacher going to be here

or should we just go ahead?

- Uh, maybe we wait one minute?

(Malorie clears her throat)

- I have to leave on time though.

- Okay.

(slightly discordant music)

Continue.

(train squealing on rails)

(wind rustling leaves)

(slow drum beating)

(gentle music)

(water falling)

(children playing and laughing)

(small dog barking)

- You sure your teacher wants you back next year?

- It's just the first rehearsal with the ensemble, Gila.

- This is the same person that once said

that he can't teach you because you're a female.

And he's what? A man?

With fake hair.

- He merely suggested that our sensitivities were different.

- Because of gender?

It's obvious that he's bullying you,

because he once tried to bone you.

And he's bitter.

Why else would he teach?

(little girl laughing)

- I've never even been out of the country.

Why would I have anything to write about?

There's no plot.

- I have plot for you.

- What?

- Come with me.

- [Malorie] Man, Gila.

- [Gila] Come on.

Remember that high end network I was telling you about?

- [Malorie] With the prostitutes?

- [Gila] Escorts.

- [Malorie] What's the difference?

- [Gila] 1500 an hour.

- And he calls a woman's rights organization

to brag about that?

- Maybe immunity, or possibly Jesus.

But if he's as important as he leads on,

it's gonna lead to a nice bust.

- I could go.

- [Gila] Go where?

- To meet him.

- (scoffs) No, you can't.

- I'm done working on that score and I'm someone

you can trust.

(electricity crackling)

(gentle music)

(water running)

(train squealing on rails)

(customers chattering)

(chair squeaking)

- [Malorie] Are you Kim?

- [Waitress] Anything else?

Another carrot?

- Aren't you supposed to be a man?

The escorts were male?

- [Kim] You could put it that way.

Only, they paid me.

It's magic.

- So these are your clients?

- [Kim] They were before I quit.

- And you graded your clients?

- The ones on the list are those that kept me interested.

I simply turned the tables on them.

- Can you do that?

Isn't that dangerous?

- Nothing a little pepper spray can't handle.

You see, these guys are usually driven by one of two things.

Narcissism or insecurity.

It only ever becomes tricky when it's both.

- You graded your clients, but you didn't judge them.

(Kim chuckles)

(speaking in foreign language)

You're a painter.

These are beautiful.

- He was my favorite.

Quite cheesy, almost a romantic.

- Why are you giving this list to me?

Why are you helping the organization?

- Because not all the girls are like me.

Not everyone can handle this business.

It's your list now.

Do whatever you want with it.

- Your painting!

(train clacking)

(gentle music)

(Artie sneezing)

(Artie mumbling)

- Artie? Are you awake?

(Artie mumbling)

(puppy barking)

(keys jingling)

(alarm beeping)

(horn honking)

(child laughing)

(train clacking)

- Uh, 'scuse miss--

- I'm sorry.

- Uh Miss,

have a seat.

(door slamming)

Have you an alternative option?

- No, I haven't because Carl said

that wouldn't be necessary.

- Well even if Carl did say--

- He did!

- It's an emotional situation for you,

but even had he said that, his letter of recommendation

is just one element among many in your docket.

- Docket?

- Malorie, let's be civil.

- Who got it anyway?

Fred wouldn't be eligible.

- I am not at liberty to say.

- This is the one scholarship for women composers.

- That was never a set in stone policy.

More of a silent guideline.

Under erasure.

Do you know what that term means?

That refers to the problematic nature of defining anything.

(balls clicking)

But, as dean of this department, I can tell you,

the doors of this institution are wide open--

- I don't have a scholarship!

And I am already paying off my student loan until I'm 43.

- You are attending one of the most prestigious schools

in the country.

There should be ways for you to acquire a loan,

even at this rather advanced point in time.

(balls clicking)

(door slamming)

- [Carl] Malorie, talk to me.

- So, in my recommendation letter, did you write

that Malorie is talented,

but that she failed to develop?

That she has great technique but that her

method sadly sucks.

- That's exactly it.

- I think you're right, I think the piece is cerebral

and irrelevant and completely boring.

(paper ripping)

- The ensemble needs that.

- You wanted risk.

- Don't be ridiculous.

Nobody writes a piece a little over four weeks.

Other students would kill for that commission

for the Schmierstein Ensemble.

The Schmierstein for fuck's sake!

If you don't hand your score in on time,

I'm gonna have to fail you.

And then, I don't know, maybe I'll have to have them

play one of my own compositions.

- I'm following your advice to grow a pair

and what was the other dick term you used?

Be more testosteroneous.

(breeze blowing)

("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" cell phone ring tone)

(Artie imitating honking)

(Malorie sobbing)

- Ya know, you don't need a degree,

you can do this by yourself.

- Where?

Where am I supposed to go?

I can't go back home with my parents, I'd rather die.

Gila's right.

Women, nobody gives a shit.

- You do not sound like you right now.

- I don't know what I'm supposed to sound like.

You do, but I don't.

- I wouldn't be an accountant if I had your talent.

It's not even--

- Everyone stop saying that I'm talented.

Why are you saying that?

I threw out my composition.

- Your piece?

You've been working on that since the beginning

of the year, why?

- It wasn't me.

- How can it not be you?

- Well, I mean I was there, sitting there,

in the apartment writing it, it's just,

Oh, rent's going up 200 bucks.

(Malorie scoffing)

So,

what do you say?

- I mean I, I, can cover the difference.

That's not the problem.

I've been hanging out with someone, else.

I didn't wanna tell you when you were writing your piece.

- You were seeing someone while I was writing my piece?

- Not the whole time.

I feel like an idiot.

I'll go get my things.

(fast drumming)

(wind rustling leaves)

(fast drumming)

(puzzle pieces crunching)

(drum beating)

(pen tapping)

(pottery breaking)

(fingernail scraping texture)

(water running)

(water dripping)

- [Kim ] He was my favorite.

Quite cheesy, almost a romantic.

(gentle piano music)

(chain lock sliding)

(fire crackling)

(cork popping)

- How do you know Kim?

I contacted her to make sure.

She says you're a very special person, Malorie.

- Kim did?

- Are you?

- Am I what?

- What do you do Mal?

- I paint.

- Abstract? Concrete?

- Apartment, white.

(slow deep breathing)

- Wait. - What is it?

- You first.

- And now?

A shower? - Okay.

- Together.

You really are special.

(shower water running)

(man whistling)

(shower water turning off)

(man breathing heavily)

- Did you have fun?

Did you enjoy yourself?

I'll pay you double if you come.

- Come where?

(man laughing)

(light switch clicking)

("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" cell phone tone)

Don't call this number again it's private.

(cerebral music)

(train rumbling)

- A few short weeks.

It's impossible.

The ensemble is looking forward to performing your piece.

It's perfectly adequate.

- Maybe they'll like my new piece then.

- And may I ask what you're writing about?

- Texture.

- Even when your bank loan in place, if you don't have

a final score, we cannot graduate you.

- That'll at least make it meaningful.

This time I have to find a voice that's my own.

That's what it'll be about.

- How about an update in two weeks?

Agreed?

And Mal, you already look much better today.

I can see it in your eyes.

(cash register keys beeping) (telephone ringing)

- And when can I start to use this?

- Pay as you go.

Make sure that you don't lose the number

because it's the only thing connecting you to the phone.

- Okay.

(man grunting)

(Malorie breathing heavily)

( "Frère Jacques" played haltingly)

- You play?

- Mm. - Hm.

I noticed your hands.

Hardly the fingernails of a painter.

- I gotta get my train to be up early tomorrow.

- Choo choo.

Choo choo.

(train squealing, rattling)

(piano tune playing)

- [Malorie] Enjoys tights.

(avocado pit hitting floor)

(cello music)

(people laughing)

(chain lock clicking)

- Did you find it okay?

Nice warm day today?

Maybe too much.

Work, too much work.

I'm sure you know how it is.

- How what is?

- Work, I mean you work too, with your cunt.

(water bottle squeaking)

But you don't dress like them.

You're like a normal person.

I'm not a freak ya know.

(people laughing)

(man breathing heavily and grunting)

(cello music)

(glass cracking)

(man grunting)

(styrofoam squeaking)

(styrofoam squeaking)

(people laughing mixed with string instrument playing)

- [Man] I'm not a freak, ya know.

- [Man] She says you're a very special person, Malorie.

(distant people chattering) (breeze rustling trees)

- Has that list helped you at all?

For inspiration?

- No, not really.

- Hey, Miranda!

Malorie, Malorie meet Miranda, this is my best friend

Mal, who helped us get the list.

- (gasps excitedly) You are that girl.

Oh, Gila has talked so much about you.

I'm so sorry about your boyfriend.

Why don't you come work for us?

- Me?

- Well, you've done so much for us already

and I hear you might need a little financial support.

(gasps quietly) I have to make a phone call.

- Okay.

- You did good.

- Thanks.

- Donations have really dried up in the last two quarters

and a little scandal is just what we need.

- So are you gonna catch those guys?

- Fingers crossed.

- When is this going down, like this week or more like

three or four weeks?

- You really are into this, huh?

Maybe you should come and work for us.

Given that you're completely broke.

The FBI has the list now.

("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" cell phone ring tone)

Wanna get that?

- No.

- [Crowd] (chanting) Yes means yes and no means no.

- It's started.

- [Crowd] (chanting) wherever I go,

yes means yes and no means no.

Whatever I wear and wherever I go

Yes means yes and no means no.

- Who are they?

- Sluts.

- That's Kim.

- [Crowd] Whatever I wear, wherever I go,

yes means yes and no means no.

Whatever I wear, wherever I go,

yes means yes and no means no.

Whatever I wear, wherever I go,

yes means yes and no means no.

(telephone ringing)

Whatever I wear, wherever I go,

yes means yes and no means no.

Whatever I wear, wherever I go,

(telephone ringing)

yes means yes and no means no.

Whatever I wear, wherever I go

yes mean yes,

("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" cell phone ring tone)

- [Malorie] Kim!

(random tapping on drums)

(rhythmic drumming)

(piano music)

(rhythmic drumming)

(fast drumming)

(slide projector clicking)

(telephone ringing)

- [Woman] Need to get them to help us.

- [Woman] Interesting if like, we were going out.

(train rumbling rhythmically)

(ominous tones)

(sultry music)

("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" cell phone ring tone)

(telephone ringing)

(ominous music)

(train rattling)

(fingers scratching)

(chair thumping rhythmically)

(train rattling)

- Row row row your boat

gently down the stream

merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.

(man breathing heavily)

(train squealing)

(Malorie struggling to breathe)

(Malorie grunting) (man grunting)

(lamp smacking man)

(chain clattering)

(cello music)

(car honking)

(water dripping)

- [Man] You okay?

- [Carl] How about an update in two weeks?

Agreed?

(chair thumping rhythmically)

(telephone ringing)

(piano music)

- You see many other men?

Malorie?

(slow piano music)

(slide projector clicking)

(cell phone alarm ringing)

(water falling)

(boxes falling)

(door squeaking)

(train rattling)

(timid rapping on drum)

(timid rapping on drum)

- Hi.

(rapping on drum)

Shit!

You smell nice.

- I like your hair.

(rapping on drum awkwardly)

Three, one.

- Shit.

- It's okay.

Shit two three four

shit two three.

Shit two three four.

Shit two three four.

- Victoria!

I explicitly asked you to wait in my office.

Malorie?

What are you doing here?

- I'm here for my meeting at two.

- That was last week.

- I'm pretty sure you said two weeks.

- I did, but that was three weeks ago.

What's going on?

What is this?

- Well you were pretty direct with your critique

and it was pretty helpful.

The cliff.

- Yes the cliff.

- I'm staring at it, from underneath.

- The beginning part I'm clearest about,

but the middle and the end I'm not quite there yet.

I'm still juggling.

- If you could show me where the beginning ends

and the middle starts.

- I've been wondering about that.

- Mal, are you on something?

(fingers snapping)

Are you even here?

- Here, here, here.

- All I see is a mass of random colors.

You're making fun of me.

- Most of it is in my head.

And I'm drawing it all out on this mindmap I'm working with

so eight days is totally doable.

- One. One day is what you have.

- Just needs transcribing from up here.

- Malorie, Malorie.

What am I supposed to tell the ensemble?

- Under control.

(radio static clicking)

- [Man On Walkie-Talkie] I'm in place.

(telephone ringing)

(knocking on door)

- [Fred] Malorie?

It's Fred from the Schmierstein Ensemble.

- Fred?

- Are you okay?

- Don't I look okay?

- You're not upset, are you?

- Upset about what?

- About the whole scholarship.

- No, it's okay.

Do you want some coffee?

- [Fred] So you making progress on that piece?

- [Malorie] Yeah, I'm working on it.

I saw Carl today.

- I know.

- It's a mind map I'm working with.

Just sounds and impressions for my piece.

- It's New York, right?

Manhattan, and the subway going to Queens and Brooklyn.

This is amazing.

- Come here, I wanna show you something.

(pencil snapping)

- What's this?

- I'll play the main melody and I thought the bassoon

could shadow it.

- [Fred] Shadow with what?

- With the blues.

(piano music)

(bassoon playing)

Wait, hold on.

(piano music)

(bassoon playing)

(Malorie thudding against floor)

- Malorie?

Malorie?

(birds chirping)

(rubber snapping)

- You're lucky you were found right away.

- It's just that I've been working really hard

for this deadline that I have.

- You gotta tell your boyfriend to remind you

to eat next time.

- Boyfriend?

I don't have that.

- Are you sexually active?

- Active?

- Mmhmm.

Will you agree to a test?

- I don't really, I don't have the time.

- It's just another one of those.

Better safe than sorry, but I am obliged to ask you first.

- Well then yeah, okay.

- I could prescribe some Elavil for you or Effexor.

- No thanks.

- My brother's an artist, so I know how it is.

I used to play the flute.

Of course, it never really amounted to much.

The passion has to be there.

But with him, I know how crazy life can be for you people.

I just admire it.

All that personal discipline.

- Where's Fred?

- Rehearsal.

Man, you do look like shit.

C'mon let's get you out of here.

- I gotta go finish my score.

- And I need to make sure you have some fun

before you die of exhaustion.

Come on.

- Doesn't even really feel like sex for me at first,

it just sort of feels like strange poking.

I try to talk dirty, but I am awful.

I don't know you sluts say these things.

I'll see my mom in the room, just disappointed in me.

Like, really Rachel?

Ram me harder?

Is that what the girls say at school?

My goodness!

I'm wet?

Is that what Becky says?

Howard, are you listening to this?

Get in here.

She's on her hands and knees, screaming ram me harder.

I think you talked about being a women's studies major

at one point.

I was always like an awkward kid.

Nobody really explained anything to me also.

Like about sex, or being a woman at all.

(cell phone message tone chiming)

Oh, what happened, did you get a text message?

My parents...

- This guy Fred, he's totally in love with you.

- Did he say that?

- No, ya just tell with the nerds.

You're so cute.

Might be good for your system.

- [Audience Member] Shhh.

- Is there a problem here whores? Huh?

(telephone ringing)

Keep getting phone calls.

Whores, it's time to settle down.

I mean every once in a while my grandmother

would say something,

- This for your new piece?

- You look a little pale, do you think it's

time to get back to NYU where things make sense?

Oh, ya gonna leave?

Are you scared?

I heard Scott's having a party at his lake house.

You should go.

It's gonna be amazing you guys.

They're gonna do a lot of keg stands.

And Scott might try to rape you, but he always apologizes.

- Hey, hey!

Do you know what will happen to you?

What will happen to me if this ever gets out?

You are completely undermining Purple Justice.

- I am just doing exactly what you do?

- What?

- Meeting up with strangers.

- I would hit the first guy in the face

if he ever offered me money.

Lowering me with his filthy fucking money?

- So that's the difference then?

The money?

- Yes, the money.

You are acting completely irrationally.

Who knows what diseases you have in you?

How can you even look at yourself in the mirror?

What were you thinking Mal?

- I wasn't.

- So that's it?

You're just gonna do this for the rest of your life now

so you can be an artist?

- No just one more night and then I have it all together.

- How much does he pay you?

He pays you, right?

- Triple.

- [Gila] Lemme go with you, hide outside again,

warn you?

- [Malorie] Of what?

- [Gila] Looks like client one is pulling the strings

inside the network.

They might make first arrests.

- [Malorie] Trust me.

(gentle music)

(train rumbling rhythmically)

(heel snapping) Ah!

Ah.

(dog barking)

(door closing)

(sensual music)

- I gotta go.

- [Man] Stay the night.

- I can't.

- [Man] I'll pay you for every hour.

(radio static clicking)

- I'm sorry.

- [Man] Sorry for what?

- I gotta finish something I started when we first met.

(radio static clicking)

- [Man] What do you mean?

(knocking on door)

Malorie, what's going on?

- [Officer] FBI, open up.

Sir, open up.

(knocking on door)

♪ Why we can't be or see who cuts us under ♪

♪ Like a boor falling a tree ♪

♪ You're the thunder going under, over me ♪

♪ Don't forget to pray to keep it away ♪

♪ Away from every day, where you wonder ♪

♪ Why we can't be or see who cuts us under ♪

♪ Like a boor falling a tree. ♪

♪ You're the thunder going under over me ♪

♪ Don't forget to pray to keep it away ♪

♪ Away from every day where you wonder ♪

♪ Why we can't be or see who cuts us under ♪

♪ Like a boor falling a tree ♪

♪ You're the thunder going under over me ♪

♪ Don't forget to pray to keep it away ♪

♪ Away from every day where you wonder ♪

♪ Why we cannot be or see who cuts us under ♪

♪ Like a boor falling a tree ♪

♪ You're the thunder going under over me ♪

♪ Don't forget to pray to keep it away ♪

♪ Away from every day where you wonder ♪

(gentle music)

(music playing backwards)

("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" cell phone ring tone)

- Hello?

- [Doctor] Your blood sugar levels are alarmingly low.

Drink liquids, eat some glucose.

Otherwise you're normal.

Sometimes the body acts that way during pregnancy

or for no reason.

Or for no reason at all.

- Ah!

- [Man] $48,000.

(woman clearing her throat meaningfully)

- I was wondering about that painting.

- 7500, that's the asking price.

- Do you have contact information for the artist?

- We don't give out artist contacts.

- Can I leave her a message?

- You mean for Julia?

- Julia, no for Kim.

- That painting's by Julia Colavita.

- I would like it if she could get this before tomorrow.

- I'll see to it.

Wait, who are you?

- Just tell her it's from the girl who grades

but doesn't judge.

Not anymore.

- [Carl] You made it Malorie, what a relief.

(water dripping)

(people clapping)

- Dear students, dear faculty,

dear recital attendees, we are excited to announce

that this year, the Susan B. Cumberman Scholarship

has been awarded to Fred Rasmussen.

(audience applauding)

Who will producing his PhD studies with us.

But, for the first time in history,

the Susan B. Cumberman scholarship for full tuition

coverage has been awarded to a second exceptionally

deserving individual, Malorie Gilman... Gilman.

(audience applauding)

And now the Schmierstein Ensemble will perform

Malorie's latest piece entitled,

untitled.

(audience applauding)

(wood scraping)

(people whispering)

- [Audience Member] Shhh.

Farid Morocco

(people laughing) (light piano notes)

(orchestral music)

(fast drumming)

(confusing tones)

(child laughing)

(water rumbling)

(fast drumming)

(radio static clicking) (telephone ringing)

(audience applauding)

(birds singing)

(light clicking)

♪ Why we can't be or see who cuts us under ♪

♪ Like a boor falling a tree ♪

♪ You're the thunder going under over me ♪

♪ Don't forget to pray to keep it away ♪

♪ Away from every day where you wonder ♪

♪ Why we can't be or see who cuts us under ♪

♪ Like a boor falling a tree ♪

♪ You're the thunder going under over me ♪

♪ Don't forget to pray to keep it away ♪

♪ Away from every day where you wonder ♪

♪ Why we can't be or see who cuts us under ♪

♪ Like a boor falling a tree ♪

♪ You're the thunder going under over me ♪

♪ Don't forget to pray to keep it away ♪

♪ Away from every day where you wonder ♪

♪ Why we can't be or see who cuts us under ♪

♪ Like a boor falling a tree ♪

♪ You're the thunder going under over me ♪

♪ Don't forget to pray to keep it away ♪

♪ Away from every day where you wonder ♪