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[indistinct chatter]

[cash registers beeping]

Mm, burr.

[groans]

Eh!

[upbeat electronic music]

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[eerie music]

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[keyboard clacking]

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[sighs] Stupid.

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[sighs]

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[mutters]

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Nice.

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Wonderful...

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[droning music]

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[sighs]

[muttering]

[crunching]

[eerie music]

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Thanks.

[exhales deeply]

[droning music]

[cell phone buzzes]

[ominous musical sting]

Fuck.

[upbeat funky music]

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[upbeat pop music]

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Ah! [sucks in breath]

Blood.

[woman singing in foreign language]

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[tinny pop music]

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[grunting]

Ah.

MAN: Sorry, no more.

Bad thumb make me stop.

Um...

Uh, sorry.what is this?

Uh, "Natalieand Jero"?

New York Magazinesays you're

the best hand engraverin town.

New York Magazineis correct,

but I need two thumbs.

Yeah, okay--but, you know--but I--my name is Jerome.

Could you just add, like,two more letters on--

MAN: No.No more letters.

You want buy or you want meto throw in garbage can, huh?

NATALIE: I think it's kind of cute, don't you, Jero?

Uh, I don't know.It seems a little incomplete.

Maybe it meansyou incomplete man.

NATALIE: [chuckles]

Uh, can I just try it on? Thank you.

MAN: Look nicenext to hair and arm.

I love it. I'm never taking it off ever.

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[bed creaking]

[both moaning]

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NATALIE:[screams]

[crowd cheering]

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Hmm. Huh.

[high-pitched dramatic music]

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♪ Top down, top down

♪ Rollin', rollin'

♪ Yeah

[knocks on door]

Uh...

[gasps]

That's stupid.

[exhales deeply]

[screams]

MAN: [laughs]

I know that little body.

[laughs]

[both moan]

Oh, no--oh, my God.

Oh.

-I'm so sorry. -[chuckles nervously]

-No. -I'm so sorry.

[laughs]

-I thought you were-- -I--I...

Is not...215?

That's 215.

[exhales and chuckles]

-I'm so sorry. -It's okay.

Well, welcome home.

[laughs]

[deep breathing]

[knocks on door]

No.

[grunts] No, that's stupid.

Let's do the same.

[shrieks]

[both laugh]

Wait, wait, wait, let me look at you.

-[sighs] -[both moan]

Oh, my God.

-I can eat you in one piece. -I'm home, baby.

[both laugh]

Ah!

[knocks on door]

Stupid.

Ah,there you are!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm sorry for your loss.

[gasps]

No.

Adam.

[sobbing]

Oh, my God.

[shoes clicking]

[knocks on door gently]

-I'm sorry, is this 216?

That's 216.

Oh, that's 216?

Oh, that's for them.

-Oh. -Yeah.

My bad.

-Technically, I need that back. -Okay.

Heh.

Oh, no, no, no.

This one is for you.

Oh, shoot!

Oh, dear God.

[sobbing]

Uh...

sorry for your loss.

[sobbing]

Adam.

[shrieks]

WOMAN: [gasping]

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

Ah.

WOMAN: [sobbing]

-MAN: Good to see you. -PIZZA MAN: You too.

[chuckles]

SOLDIER: Num-num-num-num-num-num-num.

Num-num-num-num-num-num.

[chuckles]

[hypnotic music]

[upbeat electronic music]

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[bright pop music]

NATALIE:Yeah, every time

I've collaboratedwith somebody before,

it's always just feltlike a compromise.

But with Brother Tim,I don't know.

We just really click,and, yeah,

it's like he's awakenedthis part of me

that's been dormantfor so long.

It's just likethe opposite of a compromise,

you know what I mean?

Wow, it sounds so cool.

You know I'm just talkingprofessionally, right?

Of course.

Hey, do you think this needs some more pepper?

Are you sure?

'Cause ifI didn't know better,

I would say you were feelinga little...a little something.

Oh, my God.

If I didn't know any better...

[mocking gibberish]

Oh, is Jeroa little jealous?

[laughs]

Of course not.

♪ Little silly, spitting sweetly ♪

♪ I will join you

I love you.You know that, right?

[sentimental music]

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[birds squawking]

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[chuckles]

[chuckles]

That's what I thought, bitch.

Uh-huh.

[birds squawking]

[gasps]

Oh, no.

What's going on? You okay?

Aw, your bracelet.

No bracelet.

Um, I don't know.

Did--did you, um...

I don't know, maybe it fell off

while you were doing your gymnastics.

I think you were actually

kind of further over there, yeah?

Yeah, but I was over here doing handstands and...

Okay, uh...

I can't fuckingbelieve this.

Well, maybe you should check your bag first.

What do you mean?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe you took it off first

before you did your whole routine.

Took it off? No.

I've never taken it off once.

Are you gonna help me?

Oh. Sure, sorry.

Of course.

Um...wait, so you've--you've-- you've never taken it off?

No, I've nevertaken it off ever.

You haven't taken it off once ever?

I mean, it's fine if you have, but--

You know, what's withthe third degree?

I'm not giving you the third degree.

-You're not? -No.

Well, it surefeels like it.

Well, I'm giving you amnesty.

What the hell is thatsupposed to mean?

I was kind of hoping you could tell me.

Let's see...

Okay, if you havesomething to say, just say it.

Here.

Look.

You were wearing your bracelet on this day?

Wait, hold on.Hold on.

You're lying, Natalie.

I can see your wrist very clearly.

No bracelet.

Stop accusing me.

You lied to me when you said

you didn't have feelings for this guy,

and then you lied just now to my face

when I gave you the chance to come clean.

How am I supposed to trust you, Natalie?

This is why you've beenacting so distant

for the past two months?

How many times have I said,"Jerome, are you okay?

"Jerome, is there anythingI can do to help you?

Jerome, what can I doto make you feel better?"

You have a concern,

you bring it upand we talk it through.

That's what adults doin situations like this.

-You don't just... -[groans]

Crawl into a...yeah.

Heh.Right here.

What are you showing me?

The exit sign.

Okay, it's--

it's backwards.

So what does that tell you?

This is a selfie.

When you take a selfie,it posts the mirror image.

So that is my right arm,

and I wear my braceleton my left arm.

So you still thinkI'm lying?

[eerie electronic dance music]

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[frenetic electronic music]

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[funky electronic dance music]

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[hypnotic music]

[funky electronic music]

[gasps]

Lately, I've been falling asleep everywhere

at random times...

[snores]

[gasps]

[car horn honks]

Except my bed at night,

where I lay awake and wish I had someone to hold me,

staring at my phone

and listening to the construction men outside

tearing up the street.

[metal clanks]

[phone thuds]

It's been two months of nighttime construction work

and 2 1/2 years since anyone's told me

they loved me.

My friends are the ones who dragged me to South Beach,

saying that I never go out,

that all I do is go to work, sit in traffic,

watch TV, and smoke weed...

[inhales nosily]

While I should be out with them...

[exhales]

At the gym or LIV or Mansion or the Soho Beach House

or wherever it is you meet men that isn't an app

or a chance encounter.

Watch where you're going.

WOMAN: And I guess I agree with them.

Sorry.

But, still, it doesn't mean I have to go to the beach.

[tense electronic music]

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The beach is a place for young, beautiful people

trying to show off

and old weirdo people who've given up.

It's a place for tourists.

It's not a place for people like me

who've lived here their whole lives

and spent the entire night listening to the sounds

of pavement being scraped and scrolling through phones.

[phone thuds]

When I wake up, I have no idea how long I've been asleep for.

[gasps]

My friends are facedown evening out their tans,

and everyone else seems to have

consciously turned away from me.

But instead of wondering what it is I'm even doing here,

I try to just open myself up to the world,

giving into whatever it is

the universe has in store for me,

whatever chance encounter

it's figured out with my friends

and decided to drop down next to me,

which is when I spot him,

sitting there in the sand right next to me.

I wasn't trying to snoop,

but I saw him open up a dating app

and couldn't help but be incredibly curious,

desperate to see his taste in women.

But it doesn't take long before I realize

that he's not really all that discerning,

swiping right on every picture he sees, indicating,

"Yes, I do like you. Yes, I am interested."

He never spends more than ten seconds on a photo.

All he does is look, like, and swipe, on and on.

And right as I'm about to get bored and turn away,

I see him come across a familiar face,

not to him, but to me,

a face I've seen a bunch of times before

in every mirror I've ever looked.

I stare at my digital self for a few seconds

until I notice that, for the first time,

he hasn't swiped right.

In fact, he hasn't swiped anywhere at all,

his finger suspended in the air,

his brain trying to make the necessary connections

between neurons to decide whether, yes, he does like me,

yes, he is interested.

And I stare and I wonder what's taking so long.

-Is it my picture? -[camera shutter clicks]

Does he not find me attractive enough?

I could almost hear his mind at work,

his lightning-fast judgments assessing everything

from my hair to my eyes to my chin,

and I just can't understand it.

Do I look too much like a boy? Is the picture too goofy?

It can't be worse than literally every other picture.

Why do they get a pass? Why don't I get a swipe?

Why doesn't he want me?

Is he just in a daze,

wondering over and over and over again,

"Could I see myself with this girl?"

MAN: [slurping]

WOMAN: And he waits and he thinks and he ponders it

like a judge sentencing someone to death,

running through a series of criteria

buried deep in his DNA,

criteria meant to further the population of our species.

And it's the wait that hurts me.

It's the hesitation.

It's the fact that he needs to be convinced.

It's the fact that he doesn't just look at me

and immediately want me.

It's the fact that he would be totally okay

never getting to know me.

[solemn music]

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And I think about all the other men

with their high tech phones and dating apps that swipe.

I think about all the other men in Miami

who have rejected me,

swiping left and sending me to some strange abyss

between the phone and the space around it.

I think about all my discarded digital profiles

swiped into nonexistence, piling up into nothing.

And I think about all the women on the other side,

the beautiful, gorgeous blondes

on the right of the phone

who go to the gym and Mansion and Soho Beach House,

the women men want,

the women they don't need to think about,

the women they see and like and swipe

while I wait and wonder what's wrong with me.

And of course, at my lowest of lows,

he eventually does swipe right

without making much of anything.

He just swipes as if to say,

"Sure, okay, I guess I could be interested."

And it doesn't make it worse,

but it certainly doesn't make me feel better.

Because I know I'm not his first choice,

and I never will be.

♪

A few minutes later, my friends get up

and their skin is pretty tan, I guess.

We get into the car and drive back over to Hialeah

as I replay the entire minute in my head,

confused why I should be so affected

by something as meaningless

as a complete stranger's opinion of me.

On the way, we decide to stop and get some drive-through

and then pick up weed.

I hold my phone in my hand and wish I had someone to text.

♪

My mind drifts back over to the last boy

that told me he loved me and to the girl

that he's probably holding onto right now.

♪

The beach feels a million miles away.

♪

When I get home, I'll be just in time

to watch the construction workers

peel back the metal slabs they placed on the street,

revealing the wounds they tore into the ground.

[heavy scraping]

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[hypnotic music]

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[tense electronic music]

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[waves whooshing]

Hey. Hey, Natalie?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, Natalie.

Natalie, look. Look, I'm--I'm really sorry.

All right? I'm so sorry.

Look--hey, can we just...

look, I--I know--I know I'm incomplete

in a lot of ways.

I know I have a lot of issues,

but I think--I think I can work them out.

Look. Hey, look.

This is--this is all just a misunderstanding.

It's not a misunderstanding.It's a blessing.

-Hey, Natalie, I'm sorry. -Don't touch me.

Don't follow me.Don't call me.

Natalie!

Natalie, I love you!

Can we just ta--

Natalie, I'm sorry!

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[insects chirping]

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[birds squawking]

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[detector squeaking]

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[dull beeping]

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[detector squeaking]

[dull beeping]

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[dull beeping]

[jewelry jingles]

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[detector squeaking]

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MAN: ♪ Top down, top down

[Channel Tres' "Topdown"]

♪ Yeah, top down, top down

♪

♪ Rollin' with the top down, top down ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin'

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Tell your man he better pipe down, pipe down ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ See me rollin' with the top down, top down ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah

-♪ Ooh -♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah

-[clear music] -CHORUS: ♪ Yes