Cry of the Owl Page #2
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- Year:
- 2009
- 100 min
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than a storage unit?
I keep meaning to ask you,
why did you leave all your crap...
sorry, your stuff... your stuff.
Why did you leave all
your stuff behind anyway?
Don't you need it out
there in Hicksville?
Oh, I know! You're planning
on coming back!
You're planning on coming back
to me aren't you?
I knew it. I knew it, and who
could blame you anyway, right?
So, have you met anyone else
since we broke up?
I bet you have. Cos you do fall
in love at the drop of a hat.
Sorry.
You know, I really don't think
your passport's in here.
I was very thorough when I packed.
Twenty seven pens. Fourteen pencils.
Two erasers.
I forgot you were this anal.
This is a bit...
special needs, don't you think?
So, are you feeling
any better these days?
You heard about that guy from
downtown who killed his family, right?
They're blaming
the medication he was taking.
It was the same stuff you were on.
Oh my God, that could have been me.
What? It could have been.
I found it!
Told you.
What?
- You hear any more noises recently?
- What?
No. No.
I hate you living out here,
you're too cut off.
I love living out here.
This is my dream home.
Dream home?
If you pull on it,
it's just going to get worse.
Please, will you let
me fix this for you?
No. I like it like that.
It reminds me of Jimmy Stewart's
loose banister.
What?
- 'Lt's A Wonderful Life'?
- It sure is.
That's a nice shirt, I've not seen
that one on you before.
This? Sure you have.
Greg, I have to get to the oven.
Well, I am not going
to let you go, Jenny.
What? Ever?
That's right.
We are never gonna
move from this spot.
And what will we do for food?
Well, we can eat each other.
Greg, the chicken pie's gonna get...
it's gonna get burnt.
- What?
- She's hot.
- Well, you seem to think so.
- You don't think so?
What are you, blind?
She was all over you last week.
I'll set you up with her if you want.
I don't know, Jack.
What with the divorce and everything...
I'm just not interested
at the moment, I guess.
Robert!
Oh, hi.
Jack, this is...
this is...
- Jenny.
- Jenny.
Jenny Thireolf.
Nice to meet you.
Well, it's getting late.
I'm gonna be late for... something.
I can't think of what, but
I shouldn't be late for it?
I hope you don't mind me
coming by like this.
No. No. Not at all.
You look a little surprised.
Well, I'm a little surprised, yeah...
You came to see if I really work
here or not, right?
No. No, I believed you.
I knew you were telling the truth.
I was just hoping we could
talk some more, that's all.
Why did you pick me?
My house?
I'm curious.
I'd really like to know.
Well, I was just driving
around in my car and...
I saw you on your porch,
you were beating a rug I think.
And then you, you went inside.
And I just felt I had to come back
to see you again.
You know, I have been thinking
I think you wanted me to catch you.
What?
I think you did.
Why would I want you to do that?
I don't know.
Cry for help, maybe?
So does your boyfriend know
you're out with me tonight?
We've... we've broken up, actually.
Well, it's sort of a trial
separation for a month or so.
Oh, right.
And it's weird, but I instantly
knew that I didn't want to.
And then I thought...
if I don't want to marry him,
why am I still with him?
Well, you'll probably feel better
after some time apart.
You'll get back together again,
I'm sure.
No. I decided it's over.
Hello?
Could we make our appointment
Tuesday instead of Monday?
Do I have a choice?
What do you think?
Tuesday it is.
Good night.
I've just had the worst day ever.
Look Nickie... I don't mean
to be funny or anything, but...
it's actually three in the morning.
Hello?
I really wish I'd never met you.
Oh, f***.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- We are going for a walk in the woods.
- Who is we?
Me and some friends of mine.
And you.
I don't know about that.
Why? You have
some place better to be?
No. It looks like it's gonna rain.
No, I heard, it's gonna clear up.
Are you gonna tread
on my happiness, Robert?
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm fine.
If you don't mind, we're gonna keep
going, we don't want to keep stopping.
Oh, sure.
You guys go ahead.
I don't think your friend likes me.
Who Susie? No.
Well, you just broke up with Greg...
and then you bring along
this total stranger to meet them?
Can't you see how that looks?
I don't care how it looks.
We're friends now, right?
Hey, Jenny, Bill,
I'm just gonna take a breather!
Jenny's pretty fit.
Yeah, well, she's
a lot younger than you, isn't she?
- I love Jenny, she's a great girl.
- Yeah, she is.
I just wish she wasn't
such a dumb romantic.
What's so bad about that?
Well...
Romantics believe in love at first
sight and all that bullshit?
I think people who lose their hearts
too easily are never very happy in life.
- Do you know Greg? Her Ex?
- I don't, no.
He's such a nice guy.
I saw him the other day
and he's a mess.
Has no idea why Jenny dumped him.
And she hasn't told us very much
about you.
I don't even know how you two met.
You guys! The sun's going down!
It's beautiful!
Well, we should get going,
I guess.
God it's like heaven up here.
Isn't it great?
Since I've broken up with Greg,
things seem different somehow...
more colourful, more real.
Do you know what I mean?
Do you?
No? Ah, what am I saying...
No, I know what you mean.
It sounds nice.
I'm the opposite.
I'm just sorry, I...
I walk around in a daze sometimes,
you know, like I'm still asleep.
It's like I'm in a bubble
or something.
Be nice to get back
to the real world.
Well, bubbles can burst.
Look, I haven't been totally
honest with you.
I'm kind of married.
Kind of?
Yeah, I'm...
I'm getting a divorce.
Oh. So it's okay then.
I really don't think
it's a good idea.
I think it is.
Hey, how are you guys
doing tonight, huh?
What is wrong with you?
- Hey, Robert Forrester?
- Oh, Jesus Christ...
Is that right?
Is that right?
Yeah, we've not met.
I'm Greg. Greg Wyncoop.
- Stop it, Greg.
- Shake my hand, a**hole.
- Shake my f***ing hand.
- Are you out of your mind?
Who the f*** is this guy? Huh?
Jenny, I think I'm,
I'm gonna... leave, okay?
- No, Robert, you don't have to go.
- No, Robert, you don't have to go.
Hey! Stop it! I mean it!
I will never speak to you again.
I'm gonna go, okay?
I want to go, Jenny.
It was nice meeting you, Robert.
What is going on, huh?
Oh, yeah!
Sorry man.
So you're getting that promotion?
That's good news.
Are you gonna take it?
I mean, you gotta take it.
I don't know, man.
Philadelphia?
- Philly's a fun town.
- You been there?
No.
I know it feels like you just got here
and then you're taking off again...
but it's good news.
I'm jealous.
Yeah. I don't like
moving around too much, you know.
It makes me feel like a hobo.
- Makes you feel like a homo?
- Yeah, like a homo.
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