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[voices in conversation]

Yo

Be seeing you.

You don’t with fuck me?

Give me a pound man!

Man.

[Chippi laughs]

CHIPPI: I was telling him, I've seen it over there.

MUHAMED: Dead ass.

CHIPPI: You don't believe us?

Get the fuck outta here.

[voices continue]

LINCOLN: I’ve got to go to work.

LINCOLN: I believe you, I need to pick up my shit man.

[otherworldly buzzing]

[steam rising, city noise]

[electric bicycle whizzing by]

[sniffles]

[electric bicycle whizzing by]

LINCOLN: Yeah.

MUHAMED: Yo.

MUHAMED: You still working?

LINCOLN: Yeah...

Not even close

I'm in Brooklyn.

MUHAMED: And it’s fuckin’ far away from me.

LINCOLN: Hello.

Hi.

Man.

I got two more to go.

I’m at a pharmacy.

Yeah, well

I’ve got to take a shit.

Tell me where I’m supposed to do that.

None of these restaurants got my back.

MUHAMED: Come on man!

Yo, I’ve got to go.

I’m taking the fee and the tip.

One moment please.

This guy is on the phone.

Hello? Hi.

Excuse me sir, do you mind if I go in front of you?

I'm in a lot of pain!

I'm in a lot of pain! -Ma'am!

Ma’am what?

[mumbling]

This is the medication

and I just need to know

If it has been called in

and I can get it this evening please.

Prasad, can you help me for a second?

Miss, can you just get my...

Miss, can you just get my... -If you could sir, what?

PHARMACIST: Ma'am!

If you could just feel a shred of what I was feeling right now

you would understand that this is an emergency!

You want to feel what I feel?

Any of you!

You want to feel what I’m feeling?

PHARMACIST: Ma’am, I cannot fill this prescription

we need a prescription from the doctor.

You can call the doctor.

No.

No.

I can’t call the doctor, it’s 1AM.

I can’t call the doctor, it’s 1AM. -Can you give her something?

PHARMACIST: Oh, she can take Tylenol or go to emergency room.

Taxi!

Stop!

[strange whirring approaches]

George?

George!

George!

Oh Christ.

[loud thud]

[strong exhale]

George!

[liquid splashes]

Give me your hand!

[pained exhale]

[gasping]

How is this possible?

[intense light energy burst]

[man peeing]

[kicks door]

[door handle jiggles]

Fuck!

Shit!

[ringing buzzer]

[buzz]

[loud instrumental techno music playing]

Omasake?

Yeah!

Yeah, here come on put the bags over here.

Do you want some water or something?

You want to like, charge your phone?

Do you need to use the bathroom?

Is it, is it number two?

It’s fine, it’s fine.

[toilet flushes]

[music begins]

Lincoln's voice: [Omasake]

Lincoln's voice: [Omasake]

[music beat continues]

Lincoln's voice: [Omasake]

Lincoln's voice: [Omasake]

Lincoln's voice: [Oma-Omasake]

Lincoln's voice: [Oma-Oma-Omasake]

Lincoln's voice: [Omasake]

Lincoln's voice: [Omasake]

Pretty cool, right?

Thank you man.

Whoah, hey, listen. Listen, hey!

[music stops]

Hey, hey, hey!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Look, look.

A hundred dollars.

Just

hear me out.

hear me out.

Do you think I like, want a blow job or something now?

Aw, shit.

Oh, I’m sorry!

Sorry, look a hundred dollars

it’s yours it’s yours.

Look, you see that apartment across the street?

Come sit down.

My girlfriend lives, my ex-girlfriend lives..

Come on man, come on.

Sit down.

My ex-girlfriend lives right across the street and I, um..

[city noise]

You see this apartment?

Like across the street, like directly across

but one flight down with the, with the purple lights

all the lights on and shit?

Well don’t fucking stare.

[light clicks off]

Anyway, I used to see her walking around you know more but

less and less every day.

And what’s weirder, is I keep seeing all of these delivery guys

coming into the apartment like all the time, like what the fuck is that all about?

I mean, is she fucking one of them?

No-no offense.

What?

What?

Do you know something?

No.

Do they talk about her?

They do talk about her though, don’t they?

Do you..

What do you guys all talk about when you all..

talk together?

Aliens mostly.

Like the ones they see at night.

Okay.

Forget the delivery guys alright? I just..

Okay, at first I just wanted some answers you know?

Like why’d she have to break up with me?

but, now the more I watch the more I'm like seriously getting worried

so this is, so this is how you’re going to help me out okay?

You’re going to take this bag, over to her apartment

it’s 13 Allen number 12 she’ll buzz you in I see her do it all fucking day

and this is another hundred dollars, you get this

when you come back and tell me what the fuck is going on over there.

Don’t open that.

Okay? I mean you can open it, or..

It’s a fucking recording device, okay?

It’s a recording device so that I can hear what she’s saying.

If she throws it away I still get paid right?

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah you’re still going to get fucking paid.

She’s my fucking girlfriend okay?

She’s not going to throw it away!

Do you know what this means?

When somebody does this?

Okay. One sec.

Like this.

What is that?

Michael: I’ve got to go get her. I’ve got to go get her, fucking shit.

Means they like each other.

No it doesn’t, okay?

I don’t think that’s what it means.

Look, are you...

You’re really going to do this

with me?

I’ll do it for a thousand dollars.

The other $500 when you get back.

Go! Come on, go man, go.

[tense music plays]

[buzzer]

[door unlocks]

Rosa: It’s open!

Delivery!

Rosa: It’s open!

[C’est la Ouate by Caroline Loeb plays]

Delivery.

[door jerks open]

Oh, shit.

I thought you were someone else.

No, no, no, no. Can you put it on the table please?

No, what the fuck is wrong with you?

I said the table, it’s right there.

Sorry do you speak English, I don’t know.

Thank you.

I’m sorry.

That was very sweet of you to put it on the table.

This way.

Michael: Oh my fucking god.

Michael: What the fuck?

Cut it out.

She’s being a bitch because you’re the wrong delivery guy.

Fuck you.

[paper rustling]

Did you order this?

Where the fuck is George he said he was going to be here by now.

Have you seen George?

Lincoln: Who?

I don’t remember ordering anything.

Rosa: That’s what I said, hey!

Rosa: Who sent this?

I just pick it up from the restaurant.

Do you?

[door slam]

Angry woman's voice: Stop disrespecting me!

Angry woman's voice: Stop disrespecting me!

Angry woman's voice: Stop disrespecting me!

Angry woman's voice: You better stop disrespecting me!

[buzz]

[buzz]

[knocking]

Hey, delivery!

Hey! Delivery!

Yo!

[buzz]

[police car siren]

[phone ringing]

Sylvia: Hey what’s up it’s Michael, can’t get to the phone right now

Michael: No it’s not.

[call waiting beeps]

Michael: I mean it is but I mean, leave me a message

Michael: Or don't leave me a message..

Man I’m having a fucked up night.

Muhamed: Bro, you having a fucked up night?

Muhamed: Yo.

Muhamed: You there?

That’s bullshit.

Lincoln: Where are you?

You got my location right?

Muhamed: Yeah.

Come find me.

Muhamed: Huh?

We’ll make this right.

Muhamed: Man..

Just do it bro.

Just trust me.

[ female voices from a speaker playing]

Sylvia: George..

Rosa: You need to fucking see George?

Rosa: George is the one that gave you that rash you stupid bitch!

Sylvia: Shut up!

Rosa: You're sick.

Lincoln: Hey.

[Sylvia and Rosa's dialog continues..]

Lincoln: Hey!

Lincoln: Hey!

Rosa: Is that rash what love looks like?

Where’s the fucking money?

You gotta help me man, we have to do something!

Help you?

Yeah..

Where’s the money?

Rosa: Oh my god did you just piss yourself?

Where’s your phone?

What?

Rosa: What is this?

Rosa: Fucking spilling!

[speaker disconects]

What are you doing?

You shouldn't have done that man!

Where is your phone?

The fuck, man!

You want me to feed it to you?

[cord plugs in]

Sylvia: Just get it out of me!

Rosa: Go away, get the fuck out!

Are you hearing this?

Rosa: Sylvia! Sylvia!

Wait, where are you going?

Wait, wait wait!

We have to go back over there, she’s dying!

We?

[light energy flickers]

Michael: Hey come on man, this is the guy!

Michael: I just saw him coming out of Sylvia’s, hey!

Hey you George?

Yo what the fuck is that shit man?

What did you do to her?

Where do you think you’re fucking going man?

[light energy steaming]

Oh, fuck!

Let me see your fucking face!

[shimmering light]

[zap]

You see the guy?

Huh?

The delivery guy?

Muhamed: It's fucking real man.

Muhamed: You see it with your own fucking eyes.

[light bursts]