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Hey, man, where are you?

Still at Grand Central.

She there?

She's here.

But she's with some guy.

Sorry, man.

You still coming?

I don't know.

Okay, well...

I'm gonna text you the address.

I really hope you come.

Oh, sh*t!

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Excuse me.

- Yeah?

Thought you might

want that back.

- Thank you.

- I think it's broken.

- Thank you very much.

- Sure.

Due to Port

Authority Security regulations,

the station is now closing.

It will reopen at 5:30 a.m.

Um... excuse me,

um, what does that mean,

that "the station is closing"?

That means you gotta leave.

No trains till the morning.

But I can't

wait that long, um...

There's a line

for cabs out front.

Okay, but I don't need a cab

because I missed my train, um...

The station doors

will close in five minutes.

Can I use this ticket

at another station?

It won't help.

Penn Station's closing, too.

You sure you're okay?

I'm o... I'm okay.

Can I ask why

you're standing outside?

They closed the station.

You planning on

standing out here all night?

My purse was stolen.

Oh, damn.

Yeah, I was in some bar,

so, now, all I have

is this $13 train ticket

and my broken phone.

Sh*t.

Sorry.

It's okay.

I'll figure something out.

I don't need your pity.

Well, I wasn't gonna offer pity.

I was gonna offer

to split a cab.

You can't help me.

No, come on,

let me do a nice thing.

You got your purse stolen,

I got like...

80 bucks, give or take.

How far you going?

Boston, give or take.

So, north of Harlem.

All right. Hang on.

Excuse me.

Hey. See this lady?

She's got to get to Boston

in a big hurry.

No. New Haven.

New Haven.

New Haven...

and she got her purse stolen.

It's an emergency.

When you get her home

to New Haven,

she'll cut you a big check.

You know what you're saying?

Drive all night,

half the morning.

I know. Come on, man.

You see how she's dressed?

What kind of purse was it?

- Prada.

- It's Prada?

Prada. It was a Prada purse.

She's good for it,

plus a big tip.

It's gonna be over a grand.

Get the... You serious?

200 miles,

at $2.50 a mile, is $500.

Times two,

because I'm deadheading back.

- Add in your Mass Pike tolls, twice.

- All right.

All right, all right, all right.

I got it.

And you want me to trust her?

No, no, no, you can't pay.

It's okay.

You'll send me a check tomorrow.

How do you know

I'll send you a check?

When have you not paid me back?

Your card is declined.

All right. It's all right.

Sometimes happens.

I got another one.

I never use this one.

Probably because it's expired.

You can read and add...

how are you a cab driver?

Hey, look, a**hole,

your girlfriend is stuck.

No New York cabbie is licensed

to operate in Massachusetts.

So no one

is gonna take the risk.

All right. All right.

You know what?

I can call a friend.

It's embarrassing.

It's dead.

Oh, my God.

Do you have anything

at all that works?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize I was

taking up all the space

at the front of the line of guys

trying to help you.

You know, there are other things

I could be doing,

surprising as it may seem.

Okay.

Well, I'm sorry

for holding you up.

Well, the feeling's mutual.

Hey, honey, sorry I'm late.

That happens,

just stare straight ahead,

keep walking strong.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

I'm sorry about back there,

'cause I was rude

and I shouldn't have been rude.

It's okay.

I get it.

Shitty nights all around.

Believe it or not, this morning,

I actually had

working credit cards.

So what do you want to do?

You want to get

a hotel room or something?

Excuse me?

No, not, not... Jesus.

Not for us, for you.

In case you don't have friends

in the city.

I don't have friends in the city

and I don't have a cell phone.

And then my I.D.

and my credit cards

were in that purse,

so I am screwed.

Okay.

Want to go try

and find your purse?

What, like the person who took

it is just gonna put it back?

Well, no, but sometimes,

they just take the cash.

Dump the purse.

You check the trash barrels

at the bar?

No. No.

What bar?

You remember the name?

Um... Yeah, it began

with an "L."

Um...

I-I can't remember.

It was down... it was downtown.

Downtown.

Well, that's on my way.

It's on your way?

Want to come with me,

have a little adventure?

Find your purse?

Okay.

Okay.

Let's go.

Where are you going?

Downtown is south.

Right.

Downtown.

I'm Nick, by the way.

Oh, hey, I'm... I'm Carrie.

Carrie.

It's nice to meet you, Carrie.

Anything?

All right.

I got an idea.

Hasn't turned up, sorry to say.

But you never know.

Yeah, that's what

the police said.

Funny, they're

usually so helpful.

But then they told me about

these guys that will

lift purses

out of certain places

and that, sometimes,

the bartender

knows something.

I guess saying sh*t is easier

than doing actual police work.

Right.

Right, that's true.

But, uh...

I bet there'd be a pretty

handsome gratuity in it

if, uh, something popped

into your brain.

Prada, you said? Uh-huh.

It does have sentimental value

and I would pay a lot

to get it back.

Give me a sec.

Sentimental value. Nice touch.

It's true.

I appreciate you doing this.

I know that you weren't planning

on spending your night

rummaging through filthy

garbage bathroom trash cans.

Well, I didn't plan not to.

Well, what about all the other

things that you could be doing?

Well, you didn't say trash can

treasure hunts were on the menu.

I'm actually in town for

an audition... tomorrow.

I was in Grand Central Station,

just kinda... trying to piece

together what I want to play.

So, trumpet?

Yeah.

I don't think that I've seen

anyone play trumpet

since eighth grade band.

Well, we're still around.

We just don't, uh, march

as much as we used to.

- Jazz.

- Yeah.

- You listen?

- I like it. I like jazz.

I-I don't know it.

- I know "My Funny Valentine."

- A classic.

I actually did it one year

at summer camp.

I serenaded Jonathan Weinstein

from behind a tree.

Jonathan Weinstein

behind a tree.

What was your encore?

A strip tease to...

Oh, wow. Brave.

So embarrassing!

Brave!

He ran away.

And... that was the end

of my jazz career.

Yeah.

Well, that's a shame.

What was the next career?

- I'm an art consultant.

- Really?

I'm actually in the city

buying a painting.

Oh, yeah? What's the piece?

I don't know if you'd know it.

Well, that's probably true.

Um... who's

your favorite painter?

Or would I not know him, either?

No, no.

But if I did tell you that,

I'd lose all credibility.

Oh, come on! You got to now.

You're stupid.

Well...

we may be in luck.

Took a little persuasion.

Had to call in a favor or two.

So, I just have to go

to this address and...?

- That's a shitty neighborhood.

- What, you think, uh,

guys on Wall Street

were lifting purses?

Well...

thank you.

I hope I was helpful.

Extremely.

I think that he wants gratitude.

Group hug?

Big kiss?

I believe the words were

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