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[twinkling]
[theme music]
[cards riffling]
In the suburbs, things happen as planned.
You leave the house.
You go where you're meant to go.
You get what you wanted to get.
You come home.
The city is another matter.
Something in a shop windowcatches your eye, the chance
encounter with an old friend,the way the light falls
on the side of a building, tempting
you to turn a corner you wouldn't otherwise
have turned-- the city gives you the illusion
that your luck might change.
And it's true.
It might, sometimes forthe better-- sometimes not.
[thunder rumbling]
[cell phone ringing]
[beep]
JAMIE [ON PHONE]: Miranda?
Miranda?
No, I'm not Miranda.
JAMIE [ON PHONE]: Don't hang up.
My name is not "Miranda."
JAMIE [ON PHONE]: Are you still there?
Yeah.
JAMIE [ON PHONE]: Don't hang up.
I want to talk to you.
It's Jamie.
Hey!
What does it look like? MAN [ON PHONE]: OK.
What does it look like?
Sorry, Miranda.
I told you, my name's not "Miranda."
JAMIE [ON PHONE]: Just stepback from the phone, OK, buddy?
[chuckles]
All right.
Are you listening?
Yeah.
JAMIE [ON PHONE]: I want to talk to you.
[WHISPERING] Just a minute.
[thunder rumbling]
Don't go anywhere.
[rain pattering]
[dog barking]
[exhales]
[panting]
I haven't got all day to wait for you.
I had trouble getting out.
I don't even know why I came, really.
Sure you do, Miranda.
My name's not "Miranda."
You're not quite what I expected.
Too bad.
So you had trouble getting out?
Whatcha tell him?
To go fuck himself.
JAMIE: Let's go, then.
Where?
[passionate moaning]
[groans]
[panting]
I hate you.
I've got a meeting in half an hour.
EMORETTA: Did you spill?
Did you spill soup on it?
I didn't even sweat.
Clovis was looking for you.
Clovis.
Clovis says you're notkeeping up with the payments.
Clovis says this makes him unhappy.
Oh, I'm going to have to clean it again now.
[sniffs]
Hmm-- smells like a woman.
What's it cost to clean a suit?
Oh, you can pay me next time.
[chuckles]
Got a Hilfiger?
A Starter?
A Nike?
Anything, huh?
Brenda!
Oh, Jesus.
Whoo.
How are you, Miranda? - Late.
[wheezes]
Talk to me a minute.
Are you crazy?
He could be watching us.
You're pathetic.
I'm allergic to smoke.
The guy watches your every move, huh?
Could be watching us now.
Got a lot of money, your old man.
Of course he does, stupid.
I got a meeting in half an hour.
But I've been waiting a long time--
[keys jingle]
Such a long time.
[phone ringing]
[beep]
Hello?
Yes.
You're kidding.
I want it.
Yeah, I want it.
Tell him to stay right there.
Do not let him move from that fucking hotel room
until I get there.
Of course.
[beep]
Stephen?
It's this guy from Brussels.
He's got the chess set, theone Man Ray gave to Duchamp.
If I can get there beforehe leaves for the airport,
it's mine.
When will you be back?
You know how it is withStephen, late-- late late.
Anyway, it's better cold.
[stuff clattering]
[keys jingling]
[footsteps]
MIRANDA: I've been waiting along time-- a long, long time.
[yells]
You're pathetic.
[panting]
I want to see your face.
No.
Don't.
[moaning]
Whenever I feel angry, whenever
I'm in a rage, when I feelbetrayed, some people,
they take it out on people.
Not me-- what do I do?
I iron a shirt.
When I'm upset, what do I do?
I-- I boil an egg.
Le voila.
JAMIE: Miranda?
Not my MA--
If you've gotten yourselfin a bind, my brother,
you come talk to me.
What I'm here for is tohelp you work things out.
But you see, when you don't talk to me,
then I got to come find you.
Clovis, listen--
Look.
Look, the principal is something for now
you ain't got to worry about.
But the interest, huh, that's another matter.
It's kind of like your bowels, you know?
You got to keep 'em regulareach week and every week.
And then you stay healthy.
Look, just give me another week.
I swear to god I can--
Coulda? Woulda?
Shoulda?
Nah.
Friday.
Fuck.
[club music playing]
Water.
[glasses clinking]
I wanted no ice-- no bubbles.
BARTENDER: Evian?
Water water.
[glasses clinking]
Am I supposed to pay for you tonight?
Whore!
Why are you so cruel?
My husband has a lot of money.
Give me a cigarette.
I'm allergic to smoke.
[she chuckles]
What's next?
Who cares?
Priest?
Nun?
Cop?
Nurse?
It's boring, stupid and boring.
Let's go.
I'm not going.
I'm staying here.
Two weeks ago, a woman gaveme her phone number in a bar.
I called her up.
She gave me the wrong number.
She gave me you.
Too bad. Hey!
[glasses clinking]
[door opens and closes]
[car starts]
[brakes screech]
Just get in, Miranda.
MIRANDA: Who's that?
Assistant kidnapper.
You like this one?
Is it boring?
Is it stupid and boring?
MIRANDA: Maybe.
I'd have to know more.
JAMIE: No, you don't.
You can count on it.
[brakes screeching]
JAMIE: Come on.
So I'm the victim.
JAMIE: That's right.
[keys jingling]
Come on!
I'm sorry.
Is there something the matter?
Do something!
I'm the victim.
Victims don't do anything.
[he sighs]
You don't have any friends here.
Your money doesn't work here.
You're in this room because I say so.
And you don't leave until I say so.
The rules outside, they don't work here.
Do you understand?
When we were in your place, in the bed
with the clean, white sheets,huh-- oh, your idea of fun.
This is mine.
In here, it isn't a bed of roses.
Do you understand?
[rhythmic banging]
[panting]
[passionate moaning]
[panting]
[TO HIMSELF] Nothing larger than 20s.
Nothing-- nothing larger than 20s.
If you want to see her alive,if you want to see her again--
if you want to see her alive--if you want to see her again,
this is what you're going to do.
I'll say this once and only once.
[TO HER] Think he's worried by now?
Very.
How much can I get for you?
Don't you have an amount in mind?
Fuck this!
Go on.
Call.
Be a sport, huh?
[dial tone]
[button tones]
[dial tone]
CALVIN [ON PHONE]: Hello.
[exhales]
I got your wife.
If you-- if you want to see her alive again,
here's what you're going to do.
Now, I'll say this once.
You will get $40,000.
You will-- it will be in cash,nothing larger than a 20.
You will put this money in a brown paper
bag, such as a grocery bag,and leave it in the phone booth
next to the carousel in the park.
CALVIN [ON PHONE]: Come on, man.
Don't fuck with me.
Fuck you.
There's only one phone booth.
If you do not do what I sayor if you call the police
or if you fuck up, your wife is dead.
CALVIN [ON PHONE]: I want to talk to my wife.
JAMIE: No.
You do not talk to her until I get the money.
He didn't sound so old.
Never said he was old.
He isn't old.
He wasn't upset.
Call him again.
Call him.
His name's Calvin.
[gun sliding]
Now!
[gun clicking]
[gasping]
[dial tone]
[button tones]
[dial tone]
I'm the victim.
That's right.
CALVIN [ON PHONE]: Hello?
Hello?
Hello.
Calvin?
[gunshot]
[phone clatters]
[gun clatters]
You're pathetic.
[brakes screeching]
Welcome home, Miranda.
Welcome home.
I've been waiting a long time.
I had a little trouble getting out.
My dearest, my Miranda.
My name is not "Miranda."
Promise me you'll never do this again.
No.
[smirks]
You can improve the odds greatly by skill,
by cunning-- by a certainamount of subterfuge.
Problem is, the only oneyou're fooling is yourself.
[theme music]
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