All language subtitles for Eric Nicholas - Alone with Her

(rustling)

(zipping)

(heavy breathing)

WOMAN:
Oh, my God, this is so cold!

(pop music plays)

(hard rock plays)

(indistinct street chatter)

What?

WOMAN: Get over here.

(dog barks)

Go get it!

Come here, perro.
You wanna play some more?

MAN (whispers):
Shit.

(leaves rustling,
man breathing heavily)

(leaves rustling)

FEMALE NEWSCASTER:
Southland traffic, crash downtown L.A...

- MAN: Good morning.
- ...east 101 at Coldwater...

MAN ON RADIO: I had to call,
because I'm experiencing the same thing,

and I could use your advice, bro...

- MAN #2: Can you blame her?
- No, I guess not.

You have to change the way you think.
If a woman sees that you're...

(footsteps, rustling)

MAN: Can I help you?

MAN #2: Yeah, my wife and I
would like to, you know,

keep an eye on our nanny
while we're away from the house.

MAN #1: Right, right.

We have all kinds of household objects
with built-in cameras.

Or you could do it yourself.

You can hide this one in anything--

you know, TV, clock-radio, VCR,
whatever.

How much is this?

This one goes for sixty-nine bucks,
and it comes with the receiver.

Hmm. Do-- do I--
do I need a license or something?

No, you're good to go.
It's totally legal.

MAN ON RADIO: I don't know.
It's hard. I mean--

WOMAN: Dan, you have to find out
what's important to her, okay?

I mean, you have to pay close attention

and really listen to what she says
with an open mind,

...some guys that actually
keep a small notebook handy,

and whenever they notice something
important to the girl...

(man breathing heavily)

(metallic jingling)

(drill whirs)

(heavy breathing)

MAN: Beautiful.

(knock on door
in distance)

(door opens and closes
in distance, woman laughing)

(static)

Testing... testing.

(intermittent static)

Ahh.

(urinating)

(toilet flushing)

No! Bad boy!

Bad boy! Ohh!

�Perro feo, eso no se hace!

S�lo que hay un tr�fico terrible.

WOMAN:
Eso es Los �ngeles, �eh?

Bueno.

�Ya trancaste las puertas?

- S�, mam�.
- �Las dos?

(sighs)

WOMAN #2:
So, any sex with the ex?

Shut up.

- Did you see him?
- No, thank God.

Good. No drunk dialing either,
right?

Yeah, Jen,

I got hammered with my parents
and snuck up to my room.

(laughing)
I wouldn't put it past you.

- Okay, I'm hanging up now.
- No, no, don't.

(bed creaking)

Mmm.

(hard rock playing on radio)

(singing, out of tune)

(dog barks, glass breaks)

(car idling)

(TV on)

(woman laughing on TV)

(static)

MAN:
Me too. It was very, very powerful.

Yes, me too. Very powerful.

How did you like the wedding speech?

How did you like the wedding--

WOMAN:
That's a great movie you have there.

I just saw it last night.

MAN: Oh, me too.
- Really?

Yeah. It was very powerful.

God, tell me about it.

My eyes were so puffy by the end
that I looked like a boxer.

BARISTA:
Cafe latte for Terrence.

MAN: How did you like
the wedding speech?

Oh, that was my favorite part.

- Big surprise.
- Totally.

BARISTA:
Doug, double cappuccino.

- Well, uh, have a great day.
- You too.

Thanks.

- What do you think?
- I think you look really hot.

(sighs)

I don't like this, either.

Ohh, I just don't feel good.

Whatever. Guys love sad girls.
You're nice and vulnerable.

(music blaring)

(laughing)

Where's my boy?
Where is my boy?

Where's my boy?
Where's my boy...

(man and woman
moaning rhythmically in distance)

(sighs)

Mmm...

(sighing)

(moaning)

Ohh... ohh...

(man breathing heavily)

(woman moaning)

AMY:
Hey. How's it going?

MAN: Hi. Good. How are you?

Not too bad.

Seen any good movies lately?

Uh, well, I-- I saw Shampoo Village
during the weekend.

That's so funny. Me too.

Oh. What did you think?

Oh...

- You?
- Same.

I felt like they were trying too hard.

That's exactly what I said.

And that whole road trip thing
just really didn't work for me.

It didn't work. I know.

FEMALE BARISTA:
Next customer!

- Hello.
- Hi. Yes, can I please have

- a double tall cappuccino, please?
- Okay.

- And your name?
- Doug.

- Amy. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, Amy.

(cellphone rings)

So, what kind of music
are you into?

Oh, uh, all kinds.

Basically whatever's on the radio,
whatever's popular.

Yeah.

- You?
- Same.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. A bit of everything. Totally.

There's this band that
I just discovered a few weeks ago,

they're really good.

They're kind of obscure.
They're called Skinny.

- Shut up!
- What?

- I love them!
- You do?

Yeah! I have every one of their CDs.

- Huh. Really. Me too.
- That's so funny!

Yeah. Yeah. I mean, I bought all mine
on the same day.

Holy shit!

Yeah, when I find a band
and they've got a lot of CDs

but I'm just finding out about 'em,

I just go and buy all the CDs
in one fell swoop, 'cause--

MALE BARISTA:
Doug, double cappuccino.

- That's you.
- Yeah.

- Uh-huh.
- Well, um, it was nice talking to you.

Yeah. I guess I'll see you around,
huh?

Yes. I can't wait to hear about
your taste in books.

Yeah.

- Bye.
- Take care.

(dog barking)

(door opens,
hinges squeak)

(barks)

(inhales deeply)

AMY: So I met a guy
in the coffee shop today.

- JEN: Was he cute?
- I don't know. He's okay, I guess.

It's not like that. We just
had a lot in common,

like movies and music--
the exact same taste.

- That's awesome.
- And he loves that band Skinny.

Oh, my God!
Nobody knows about them.

- Yeah.
- So, do you like him?

I hardly know him, Jen.

Seriously, I mean, I've talked to him
for like five minutes, total.

Amy, swear to God. If you don't
give this a chance

I'm gonna kick your ass.

(rock music blares)

- (phone rings)
- Oh, shit.

(ringing)

- Hello?
- MAN: What up, girl?

- What?
- I asked you first.

- Who is this?
- Ouch. That hurts.

- Matt?
- How's it goin', dude?

(laughs)
Who are you calling "dude"?

So listen, unless you got a policy
against dating coworkers,

what do you say we go out
tomorrow night?

You know, a little dinner, movie,
candlelight...

Well, I gotta say it's kinda short notice,
you know?

Man, you're gonna make me squirm,
aren't ya?

Well, that's cool.
I'll just go stick my head in the oven.

Well, I suppose I can
juggle a few things.

No pressure.

So, what time does this
night of magic begin?

- (Doug breathing heavily)
- Let's see... pick you up at eight?

Sure.

Hey.

DOUG: What's up, dude?

(laughing)
So I'm a dude now, huh?

- No, I was just--
- What's up, dude? Ha ha!

- It's just an expression.
- I know. I'm sorry.

I'm just kidding. How's it going?

Good. Good.
Thank God it's Friday, huh?

Yeah, thank God.
What are you doing this weekend?

Well, tonight I thought we'd catch
our favorite band at Red Bar.

- What?
- Yeah, Skinny.

I just happen to have
an extra ticket to their show,

so, uh... you wanna come?

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

Yes, I was gonna go with my friend,
but he's sick,

and I know what a big fan you are,
so I thought you might like to go...

with me.

Oh, my God, Doug,
that's so sweet of you.

The show starts at ten,
so maybe we can grab some dinner first

or some drinks, or...

What?

I'm sorry, Doug, I can't go.

I made plans and there's
just no way I can break them.

Not even for Skinny?

It sucks, I know.

Well, they're only playing in town
for one night, so it--

It's a family thing.

They don't live here, and if I cancel,
they'd just kill me, you know?

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

- Any other night would be great.
- Yeah. Another night.

I know it's short notice,
I just thought, uh...

Well, I know someone else who would--
who would love to go, so...

don't worry about it.

- Really?
- Yeah. It's...

- You mean it?
- Yes. It's no big deal.

Don't-- look, I-- I better get goin'.
I have a meeting across town.

Okay. I'm sorry. I won't keep you.

No, no. It's okay.

Okay.

- Have a great weekend.
- Yeah, you too.

Bye.

Augghh! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

(car idling)

(blow dryer hissing)

(turns blow dryer off)

(pop music playing)

(groans)

(liquid pouring)

(vomiting, coughing)

(continues vomiting)

- Hello?
- Hi, Matt.

- Yeah?
- It's Amy.

Hey! You ready to rock?

Oh, God--
(retches)

Jesus Christ.

I had to do it, Amy.

I'll make it better, I promise.

DOUG: That's--

That's very nice of you. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

No, no, I-- I--
I can't ask you to do that.

No. Thank you. But--

Hey, stranger.

Hi, Amy. How are you?

Great. You?

- Well, I'm a bit nervous, actually.
- Why?

I called a cab twenty minutes ago,
but, uh...

What happened to your car?

I-- I don't know.

Oh-- be careful.

I don't know. I think the starter's broken.

I have a meeting in ten minutes
I can't miss, so I'm sorta...

Oh, geez.

Yeah.

You want a ride?

Oh-- no. No.
I-- I can't ask you to do that.

Well, you didn't ask. I offered.

Huh. Hmm.

- Where ya goin'?
- UCLA.

Well, that's right on my way.
Perfect. Seriously.

- Come on.
- Yeah?

- You're gonna be late.
- Okay, okay.

What are you studying?

Oh, no, I'm not a student.

I'm a sales rep for
a small publishing house.

I go to colleges and push our textbooks.

- Cool.
- Well, I don't know about "cool."

It pays the bills
and the hours are good,

so it lets me do what I love
on the side.

- What's that?
- Photography.

Oh, cool. I mean it this time.
What kind of photography?

Mostly black and white landscapes.

Really. Would I have seen
any of your work?

- No, no, I--
- (horn honks, brakes screech)

Fuck.

I'm so sorry. Are you all right?

- Yeah.
- You sure you still want a ride?

Yeah-- yes, of course.
I think you're a great driver.

You know, I just put up a web site,
if you want to take a look.

Oh. I've been talking about
getting my own site for months.

- No, really?
- Yeah.

- For what?
- Painting.

- I paint on the side.
- Oh, wow.

I would be happy to do yours for you.
I'd only charge you a million bucks.

(both laugh)

Nah.

No, I mean, it's the least I can do
after you saved my butt this morning.

All you need to do is
put your artwork on CD for me.

Well, actually,
I've already done that.

Well, great. Then just give me the CD
and let me do the rest.

God, I mean, he's such a nice guy.

I just hope I'm not giving him
the wrong idea, you know?

JEN: What does that mean?

I can't put my finger on it.

There's just something
a bit off about him.

Well, look,
nobody's saying marry the guy.

Just have some fun, you know?

I mean, don't burn the bridge.

You don't know where
this thing with Matt is gonna go.

He could end up being, like...
really annoying.

(no audible conversation)

(no audible conversation)

(Doug breathing erratically)

Oh, and thanks for
your message on Friday.

I really appreciate it, you know.

DOUG: Well, I think you're
an amazing artist.

- Oh, stop it.
- As a matter of fact,

I've got something I want to show you.

(dog barking)

- Hey.
- Hi.

Come on in.

Oh, hey. Oh! Hi!

What a-- wow, what a cool place.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Whoa.
- Oh, sorry about that.

- Rocky, go to your bed.
- No, it's okay, I love dogs.

- Hey.
- Can I take your jacket?

No, I'm fine, thank you. I'm okay.

- You look nice.
- Thank you.

- So do you.
- Yeah, right.

Can I get you a drink?

Oh, uh, yeah, sure.
Just whatever you're having.

(static)

- It's like he knows you.
- Yeah.

Are you hiding a steak
in your pocket, or what?

Ha. No, no, nothin' like that.

AMY: Oh, my God.

I wanted to try and use
the same sort of tone as your paintings,

the same conceptual design,
and your color scheme...

It's just perfect, you know?
Absolutely perfect.

You see this little flash animation thing?

I don't know what to say.
I mean...

thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- No, it's my pleasure.

Um...

there's no way I'm paying you
fifty bucks for this. I mean...

Well, yeah, that's right, you're--
you're not gonna pay me anything.

- Doug.
- What?

Seriously.

I-- I'm serious. I really enjoyed doing it.

Good, I'm glad. But no way.
You're taking at least two hundred.

- No. No, no, no.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I would have paid ten times more
anywhere else.

I don't wanna take advantage.

You're not taking advantage.

Look, if-- if you wanna
take me out to dinner,

we can call it even.

- Sorry I'm late.
- DOUG: It's okay.

- Have you been waiting long?
- No, no.

My best friend that I grew up with
was already living here, so...

- Made it easier.
- Of course. Much easier.

Yeah. How about you?
Did you move here with friends, or...?

No. Actually it was work
that brought me down here.

My family and friends
are all still in Seattle.

Hmm.

It took a lot of courage
to do that, huh?

The truth is, I kind of wanted
to make a fresh start for myself.

I just got out of a serious relationship,
so

Oh.

Um...

...me too.

Really?

Yeah, it was right after college.
It was like...

Let's not go there.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-- to--

No, no, it's fine.
Uh, I just wanted a sip, you know.

- It's just-- I was just trying to--
- It's totally fine.

It's funny, huh? I mean, scary.

- What?
- How much we have in common.

- Oh. Yeah.
- Yeah.

I know.

AMY: We're sitting in a restaurant
and the whole Mike thing came up, and...

What? Why would you bring that up?

- I didn't. He did.
- He brought up Mike?

He was talking about
why he moved here

and how he had just
got out of a relationship,

and I just said I did, too.

See, Ames,
there's so no reason to go there.

Can you help me find my fucking shoe?

The point is that he reached over
and he held my hand,

but it was all sweaty and gross.

- Fine. Then just blow him off.
- No, I don't want to hurt him.

It's just, things are good
with Matt right now.

Here's your shoe.

I'm just gonna slow it down.

Tell him I'm busy
whenever he wants to do something.

RADIO: ...high of 84, winds northwest
at 5 to 10 miles per hour.

Tonight, generally clear skies
with a few...

(car starts)

(Doug breathing heavily)

My fuckin' laptop was stolen
along with all my work stuff.

JEN: You're kidding me! How?

Well, I left it in the car,
I went to get a coffee,

and when I came out it was gone.

Oh, my God. Ames.

Twelve loan applications
with social security numbers,

- home addresses...
- You didn't lock your car?

I did. I thought I did.

So fucking stupid.

Oh, shit, Ames, I wish I could
leave right now. I'm sorry I can't.

God, it was so humiliating.

They had the security guard walk me out
in front of the whole company.

- (TV on)
- (knock at door)

(dog barks)

- Hey.
- Hey, how's it goin'?

Good. Come on in.

- Come here, Rocky.
- (dog yelps)

- Oh! Oh!
- Poor guy.

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

I'm fine.

Seriously, I'm okay.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- You want a drink?
- Uh, yeah, sure.

You ever thought about
doing your art full-time?

Yeah, but, um,
I don't think I can.

Not yet, anyway.

Amy, trust me.
You can make a living at it.

You think so?

No.

Uh! (laughs)

I mean it. I'm serious.

Mm-hm. You're bad.

I know.

(Amy laughing)

(phone rings)

(ringing)

AMY: I'm sorry...

I can't.

(ringing)

I'm so sorry. I just--

I can't right now.
It's just too fast.

MATT: That's okay.

My bad.

(dial tone)

What did he say?

Nothing, but...

he was practically limping
out the door.

What, with his big blue balls
rollin' behind him?

(sighs)
Come on, let's go.

Cocktails await the cock tease.

I'm kidding.

Come on. let's go.
Don't make me kick you.

(rustling)

Ohh...

Ow.

Ohh...

Ay, fuck!

No s�. Yo creo que fue algo
que me dio alergia.

- MOTHER: Dios m�o.
- Es que me arde mucho la piel.

Mija, quiero que vayas al doctor
ahora mismo.

Esp�rame. Esp�rame.

Fuck.

(barking)

AMY:
I don't think you want to be seen

in public with me right now.

MATT: Shit.
We can't catch a break, huh?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I know it's been
one thing after another.

Hey, don't worry about it.
It's not your fault.

Maybe you want to come over
and we can watch a movie or something?

I promise I'll sit across the room.

You know, I-- I think I'm gonna
catch up on some work tonight.

Yeah, you know, I've been
dragging my ass on it for too long,

got a shitload of stuff.

Um, okay.

Maybe next week or something, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll call you.

Okay.

Yeah. Feel better.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Ay!

Fuck!

�Por qu� me pasa a m� esto,
carajo?

(static)

(music playing)

(static)

(static, music;
intermittent)

(Doug gasps)

Oh, no.

(music plays)

Oh, my God.

(stifled laughter)
Oh, my-- I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I think it's pretty much over.

Don't say that.

Can't blame him, really.

He must think
I'm a total pain in the ass.

God, Ames...

It's a friggin' patch of bad luck.

If he can't see that, then...
to hell with him. Seriously.

He's not worth it.

Have you heard from Doug at all?

I just hope he's not mad at me.

I'm sure he's fine.
Why would he be mad?

You should call him, you know?

Just to touch base.

(phone rings)

(rings)

- Hello.
- MAN: Hi. Amy Ruis, please.

Speaking.

Amy, it's Todd Siegel calling
from Griffin Cafe in Brentwood.

I'm calling about your artwork.
Do you have a few moments?

Well, in short,
we're a five-star restaurant,

and for d�cor we display the work
of promising local artists.

What do you think about dropping by
this afternoon so we can talk?

I think-- yeah. I mean, thank you.
This is great.

No, no, thank you. And please
give our thanks to your friend again.

Sorry?

(barking)

DOUG: Hi, Rocky.

I thought you said you had
a bag over your head.

Well, this is the best I could do.

Well, uh...

you don't look so bad.

(laughs)
Because you can't see it.

No, no, I'm serious.
Here, I got you something.

Oh, you're good.

No, honestly, total fluke.

I had a lunch meeting there today,

and I took a look at
the pieces they had on the wall,

and I thought of you.

Because the pieces were good,

but they weren't anywhere
as good as yours.

- Oh, stop it.
- So anyways,

I thought that there would be
no harm in asking what it would take

- to get your work up there.
- No, none at all.

And the manager said, "Just talent,"
so I pointed him to your web site

and here we are.

Unbelievable.

Listen, my friend Jen's coming over
tonight with some Thai food,

just a little celebration dinner.

You want to join us?

Oh. Uh, I'd love to,
but I have to take a rain check.

Oh.

I'm sorry, but I promised this girl Kathy
I'd meet her in Long Beach tonight.

Hmm. Who's Kathy?

Girlfriend?

Well, I mean,
I don't know about "girlfriend."

They just started seeing each other.

Really.

Yeah. Kind of a blow to the ego.

Why? What do you care?
You guys are just friends, right?

You are so busted.

Yeah, Jen, I'm burning with jealousy.

Admit it, you want a poke
from that big butt worm.

(laughing)
Fuck off.

Seriously, though,
I need your help tomorrow.

He's coming here for lunch
and I want you to be here.

Why?

Just to be safe.

I mean, it's great
that he's moved on,

I just don't want to
encourage him again.

It's just, he's got no confidence,
you know?

(whistles)

(whistles)

(speaking Spanish)

(Rocky barks)

(clatter, loud thud)
AMY: Ohh! Ohh!

(glass clatters)

Fuck!

(groaning)

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

(phone rings)

Hey, it's Doug.

I'm sorry, did I call too late?

Shit.

- (knocking)
- AMY: It's open.

Hey, it's me.

Oh, God, are you okay?

I think I'm gonna need
a few stitches.

Oh, geez, okay. Um...

Can you let Rocky outside?
I don't want him to get hurt.

Yeah. Yeah. Come on.

Okay. Um... okay. Wow.

Uh, well, let's get you a rag. Let's--

- Let me just tie it.
- (Amy groaning)

- There. Okay?
- Uh-huh.

Let's get you to the hospital.
Can you stand?

Yeah.

- Oh, shit. No, no, no, no.
- Okay. Okay.

Here. Tell you what. Here.

- (Doug grunts)
- I'm sorry about this.

It's okay. I'm stronger than I look.

(door opens)

(barking)

I'll let him in.

The shelf in the kitchen fell
when I was out.

The one with all the glasses on it.

I stepped right into
a pile of broken glass.

I couldn't see anything.
The damn light was off.

He stayed with me
through the whole thing.

Even the stitches.
He's such a sweetheart.

Thank you so much.

I know I keep saying that, but...

Are you gonna be okay for tomorrow?
I mean, with Rocky...

Yeah. Jen's coming over
before work, so...

You've done enough. Seriously.

(couple in next apartment
moaning)

(Amy laughs)

Uh--

At least somebody's
having a good night, huh?

Yeah.

Oh. Yeah.

So, are we still on for lunch tomorrow?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, absolutely.

- Well, I'm gonna go.
- Yeah.

- All right. See you tomorrow.
- See ya.

When I think about
everything he's done for me,

it just blows my mind.

JEN: No shit.

I'm starting to feel like
a second fiddle around here.

Well, you can tell him
who's the boss at lunch.

- Oh, crap.
- What?

I can't do it today.
I have this fucking meeting.

I'm so sorry. I totally forgot.

That's okay. No worries.

Well, I mean, do you want to
call him and reschedule?

No. I can handle it.

(Jen sighs)

What?

Nothing.

He's got a girlfriend.

(laughing)
Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts.

- (knocking)
- Shit.

(Rocky barking)

Be a good boy.

- Hey, come on in.
- Hi.

- Did you hear?
- No.

They sold my paintings!
All three of them!

You're kidding! Congratulations!
That is great!

- I know!
- When did this happen?

Today. And they want three more.

- So, do you know who bought them?
- No, they didn't say.

Well, not that it matters.

I don't think they tell you anyway,
do they?

I don't know. I mean, I guess not.
It's probably a privacy thing.

But whoever it was,
they got good taste, huh?

God, I am so happy for you. God.

Listen, get ready,

'cause I have a feeling that this is
probably gonna be your new job.

Imagine. What a dream, huh?

(knocking)

- Champagne, anyone?
- AMY: Hey!

- Hi! Don't get up. Don't get up.
- You made it.

- Oh...
- (kissing sounds)

- I thought you had a meeting.
- Do you think I would miss this?

- No.
- Congratulations, sweetie.

- I got you a little something.
- Thank you. It's all him.

What'd you get her?

I'm just kidding. Hi, I'm Jen.

Hi, I'm Doug. It's nice to meet you.

Yeah. I was beginning to think
you were avoiding me.

- No, not at all. Why--
- AMY: She's kidding, Doug.

Yeah, I'm just kidding, honey.

- Chill.
- Oh. Ha ha.

- Who wants to get wasted?
- I do.

- I do too!
- Uh, I'll have a glass.

I have been telling her for ages
to get out there and sell her work,

- but does she listen to me? No.
- Would you give it a rest?

I'm just saying, you know?

Well, don't listen to her.
I've done a few shows.

I'm not talking about
a few little shows.

I'm talking about really getting out there
and selling the shit out of yourself.

Well, some people aren't
natural assholes like you.

- (laughing)
- Do you want a little more champagne?

- No! Doug, help me!
- Oh, fuck!

Shit, dude, um, sorry.

- Here. Here.
- Thank you.

No, it'll-- it'll be fine.

- Jen.
- No, it's okay, really.

- It shouldn't stain.
- It's okay.

It's okay. It's all right.

Do you want some more champagne?

(Amy clears throat)

You're not from San Diego,
though, right?

- He's from Seattle. I told you.
- Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I forgot. What part?

Uh, Beacon Hill.

Oh, very cool.

I mean, I don't really know Seattle,
but my cousin Mark is from there.

You, um, you have family still there?

Uh, yeah, uh, well, my parents,

but my dad's recently retired

and so him and my mother
are, uh, traveling through Europe.

- Hmm. Where?
- Retired from what?

Uh, medicine. He's an eye doctor.

Very cool.

I'll see if my cousin Mark knows him.

I don't know, but...

You know, the last time I was there
he took me to

this really great fashion district
called Ridgewood.

- Have you ever been there?
- Yeah, yeah, of course.

- Do you mind if I use your restroom?
- No, not at all.

- Thank you.
- Go ahead.

(door closes)

There's no Ridgewood in Seattle.
I completely made that up.

(Doug groaning)

- Don't say anything right now, okay?
- Why not?

Because I don't want to
put him on the spot like that.

We don't know what's going on.
I'm sure there's a good reason for it.

- You could just ask him.
- I will, but not with you here.

Fuck. Fuck.

(exhales)

(cellphone rings)

(ringing)

Hello?

This is him.

What? No, I-- I faxed that to him
on Monday.

Okay, well, you're gonna have to
give me an extra twenty minutes

because I'm on the West Side.

Okay, yes. Yes. Tell him
he will have it by two o'clock.

Okay. Yes. Thank you, Beth.
Good-bye.

- You have to go?
- Yes, I'm so sorry.

- So soon?
- Yeah, there's a mix-up at work,

- so I gotta go now. Sorry.
- Thanks for coming.

It's my pleasure.
Congratulations again.

- Thank you for everything.
- I'm so happy for you.

- Nice meeting you.
- Yeah, likewise.

DOUG: I really liked her. I can see
why you guys are best friends.

AMY: Yeah, she's great. I mean, um,
she really liked you too, you know?

She likes to ask a lot of questions,
doesn't she?

She doesn't mean anything by it,
I swear.

No, no-- I'm sure she doesn't, but--

by the way, she mentioned something
about Seattle,

like a, uh, shopping district
or something...

- Yeah.
- I can't remember.

I think it was called Bridgewood
or something like that.

Yeah, I think so.

Anyways, um, I may have said
that I've heard of it,

and I-- I know that this is wrong,
but to be honest,

I-- I've never heard of it.

It's just that she was
asking so many questions

and I had to go to the bathroom,
and I didn't want to be rude, but--

Don't worry about it.
Sometimes she's a real jerk, you know?

And you buy that?

AMY: Why wouldn't I?
You were totally grilling him.

Oh, God.

Just put this to bed, all right?

Seriously. It's so stupid.

Well, whatever.

You push me to go out with the guy
and give him a chance and--

Amy, I'm just saying, you know,
you're kind of fucked up right now

and you're not seeing clearly.

I mean, yeah, he's doing
all these nice--

What, Ames? Come on,
I'm just trying to watch your back.

You're trying to watch your back.

(water running)

- You should just do whatever you want.
- I will.

- Okay, good.
- I'm not a fucking child, you know?

When did I ever say
you were a fucking child?

While you've been working, he's been saving my
ass every fucking day.

You know what? Forget it.
Forget it.

Just give him a fucking chance.
Please.

(rain falling)

JEN: Seattle, please.

Mark Fowles on Baxter Drive.

Hey, hey, Mark, it's Jen.
What do you say, cuz?

Um, listen, can you call me
at home tonight?

I need you to track down this doctor
that used to work in Beacon Hill.

He's gone. Rocky's gone.
He's not on the patio.

- Was the gate open?
- I mean, obviously.

Fuck, Jen, did you check
outside the gate?

Yeah, Amy, he's not there.

He's probably next door
or down the street at the park.

All right, I'll go look.
Just stay there. Just stay there.

- (heavy breathing)
- JEN: Rocky!

Rocky!

Come on, Rocky!

DOUG: Sorry.
Didn't mean to scare you.

What are you doing here?

I just spoke with Amy. I thought
I'd come out here and help you look.

No luck so far, huh?

No, but I'll be fine, thanks, okay?

(thunderclap)

Hey, look, maybe we should
just split up, okay?

You don't like me very much,
do you?

I don't even know you.

I mean, I know you're not
from Seattle, but...

- What are you talking about?
- Nothing. Just forget it.

(Jen shouts)

(Doug breathing heavily)

(banging on door)

(Amy crying,
knocking continues)

(door opens)
DOUG: Hey, how are you?

AMY: Oh. I can't talk right now.

What's wrong?

(Amy continues crying)

- (door closes)
- Amy, what--

Amy, what happened?
Talk to me.

What happened?

Jen's dead.

She fell down the stairs.
It was so dark.

What stairs?

At the park.

She was looking for Rocky,
and...

it was so wet and dark...

She must have slipped.

I couldn't go with her.

I couldn't go. I couldn't walk.

AMY: I'm gonna stay at my parents
for a few more days.

DOUG: Okay, I understand.
Come back when you feel ready.

Look, I want you to know that
I'm still looking for Rocky.

Thank you, Doug.

Do you want some more?

(laughter on TV)

I think I'm gonna go home now, okay?

How's Kathy?

Better, I'm sure, since this morning.

What do you mean?

She ended it.

Oh. I'm sorry.

It's for the best.

I haven't exactly been giving her
a lot of attention lately.

I know. I'm sorry.

No-- hey, no. Don't say that, all right?
It wasn't working out.

Hey. I mean that, Amy.
Okay?

Now, you're gonna call me
if you need anything, right?

I'll see you tomorrow.

You're the best friend I have.

(barking in distance)

(barking)

(barking)

(door opens)

- Look who's home.
- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Rocky!

Oh, my baby! Ooh, look at you!

Mmm...

So every night I've been
pretty much going around

the same sections of the neighborhood
callin' out his name, tryin' to find him.

And I'm sorta finishing my round,

and I figure that I should
check out that alley one last time.

So I go up to the alley
and I yell out Rocky's name,

- and then I hear this bark.
- Oh, my God.

So I run down the alley,
and there he is.

- That's-- that's it.
- Holy shit.

(barking)

Okay, okay, hold on already.

- I'm just gonna get a water.
- Yeah, sure.

You're not running away
this time, boy.

(Doug laughs)

DOUG: Hey.

(kissing sounds)

(Doug panting)

(unzips pants)

Is something the matter?

(belt buckle clanking)

It's okay, Doug.

Fuck!

It's all right.

I shouldn't have done this.

- No, Doug.
- I can do it. I can do it.

- No.
- I can do it!

It's not that.

Please. Don't!

Get off!

I'm sorry.

I can't do this. It's just not right.

We made a big mistake.

- I'm sorry.
- How can you say that?

It's not a mistake.
How can you say that?

I don't want to hurt you.
I care about you a lot.

Why? What do you have
to go back to?

I know that you're alone,
and I-- I know that.

And I know that you're hurting.

We don't have to be alone. I--

- I think you should go home.
- No.

No, let's just-- let's just talk about this.

- I need you to leave.
- I have done everything for you.

When you-- when you lost your job,
when you hurt yourself,

when you had nothing,
I took care of you.

- I know you did.
- But you want to go back. To what?

Huh? To being alone?
To this empty room? To that brush?

Don't you get it?
I am here for you! I'm--

What the fuck are you talking about?

I love you!

You said "brush." My brush.

What the fuck did you mean by that?

How did you know that?

(gasping)

There's no way you could--

Oh, my God.

(static)

Fuck!

(intermittent static)

Fuck.

Let me out.

No, no, no, no, no.
I need to explain--

- Get out of my fucking way!
- I need to ex--

(Rocky barking)

No! No! No! No!

Amy! Amy!

- Fuck!
- Let me in!

(clatter, glass breaking)

Amy!

Let me in!

Amy!

(Amy screaming)

I don't want to--
I don't want to hurt you!

- (Amy sobbing)
- Just listen. I want you to listen.

I just wanted you to listen.

Please, Doug.
You have to let me out of here.

- I can't breathe.
- Shh. Just listen.

Just listen to me.

No...

When I saw you...

at that park, the first time...

you looked so much like--

--you looked so much like
someone I knew.

But-- but-- but different.

She was so cruel to me, Amy.

And I love her.
And-- and when she--

--when she didn't, I...

...I wanted to die.

I wanted to die. You see?

Oh, God.

But not anymore.
Not anymore.

Because of you.

When I first saw you
you looked exactly how I felt.

And I couldn't stop thinking about you.

And I wanted to talk to you,
but...

I just wanted you to give me a chance.

I just wanted you to look at me
and know that we are the same.

Look...

I'll take 'em down.

I'll take them all down,
Amy, I promise,

just please don't push me away.

I'm not gonna push you away, Doug.

I mean it.

- You really scared me, you know?
- I know. I know.

And I'm-- I'm so sorry.

I know you are.

And I know how hard it is.

When I moved here...

sometimes I felt like... I was dying,

like... I'd give anything
to not feel so alone.

I understand. I do.

I mean... I don't like what you did,
but...

but I understand.

In a way, I'm glad.

I feel like I'm really seeing you
for the first time.

Can you do something for me?

I want to know you more.

I want to know as much about you
as you know about me.

So come on.

I'm gonna get us some tea
and we're gonna talk, all right?

Hmm?

Come on.

Don't.

Hey, what's the matter, Doug?

We're just going to the kitchen.

I'm not gonna do anything.

We're just gonna talk, all right?

Let me out of here, all right?

Let me out!

(Doug screams)

�Te odio! �P�drete en el infierno!

(both screaming)

(static)

Fucking cunt!

(barking)

(Doug grunting)

Ohh! Ohh!

(Doug whimpering)

Oh, my God.

(car idling)

(train running)