Curve

Ella.

Hey!

Hi, sister.

Where are you?

Taking the scenic route.

The long way, you mean.

I'm following my GPS.

It's fine.

It's beautiful, actually.

This isn't what

I think it is, is it?

No.

As long as you're all right.

Why wouldn't I be?

What do you think?

Please tell me

that's not for the wedding.

Brad's mom will have

an aneurysm.

It's for tonight.

Do you think it's too slutty

for a second date?

Depends on whether or not

you've already slept with him.

Promise me that whatever

you do buy for the wedding,

there'll be

a little bit more of it.

Hey, did you book

your flights yet?

No.

It's two weeks away.

I know!

I was just waiting for you to be sure.

Sure about what?

{just want you

to be happy, okay?

I am happy.

I am.

All right. ('H book

a refundable ticket.

Really?

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

Look at it this way.

Two weeks from now,

this will all be over,

and all you'll have

to worry about

is whether four weeks in Europe

is really enough time

to see everything.

When will you get in?

About same time tomorrow,

if I go straight through.

Love you. Bye.

Bye.

Hey, it's me.

I guess you're stiff on the road.

{just wanted to check in,

see how you are.

Look, honey, I really appreciate

you going along with this,

just like you always do.

I mean, believe me,

I'm as bummed as you are

that! gotta cancel

our honeymoon,

but a huge deal's

come up at work and...

Anyway,

take care of my car for me and I

will make it up to you, I promise.

We'll go somewhere better,

like Hawaii or somewhere in a few months.

But right now Fm just

thinking of our wedding,

and Pm waiting

for you here in Denver.

I know this keeps...

Ella.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

F*** you, Brad.

Nice.

Hi.

F***. Sh*t.

Sorry.

F***.

Having some trouble?

No. I'm fine.

No. I meant with your truck.

Right.

Um...

Yeah, it just

kind of died on me.

That's inconvenient.

Want some help?

I tried calling AAA,

but there's no service.

Well I... I'd offer to

let you borrow my phone,

but I don't have one.

Really? Um, okay.

Well, why don't I take a look,

see what we're dealing with?

Long way from home.

Where you heading?

Denver.

When was the last time

you had her serviced?

It's not my car.

No? You steal it?

That depends.

Are you a cop?

Okay.

Well. It doesn't seem

to be an oil problem.

No, I, checked the oil.

The belt is tight,

and I, saw the connection

on the battery is good, too, so.

Not making it easy for me

to save the day here.

Sorry about that.

Have you been

walking a long way?

I mean, do you live out here?

No, I used to come

out here with my dad,

and now I just come out

when I can and go hiking.

Okay.

I still have one more move.

Something my dad

taught me, actually.

Do you mind

if I check the trunk?

It's right here.

Turn the ignition like

you're turning it on.

Yeah, it's on.

Okay.

My gosh.

Yes!

I am very impressed.

I don't know what I would

have done without you, so...

No, don't mention it. Here.

Can I... I mean,

can I give you money or...

No, listen.

Your thanks is thanks enough, honestly.

And from the looks of it,

you're gonna need it a lot more than I do

with a wedding

and a honeymoon to pay for.

So.

Well, um...

It was nice meeting you.

I'm Christian.

Mallory.

Mallory.

That's a very pretty name.

Um...

Thank you.

Yeah, you got it.

Drive safe.

I would offer you a ride, but...

No, it's totally fine.

I got everything

I need right here.

Anyway, I get it.

Thank you.

You sure about this?

I can only take you

as far as the highway,

but, yeah.

Okay.

I'd have felt guilty

the rest of the drive.

Besides, you seem nice enough.

You don't know me that well yet.

I'll take my chances.

Do you mind?

Signal's terrible,

but the CD works.

You can tell a lot about

people by what they listen to.

Wow.

Yeah, it's a mix.

My sister made it for me.

Kind of to poke fun.

I don't know what you mean,

I love this song.

Right? How can you not?

She's back at home, your sister?

She's finishing law school

back in San Francisco.

That must have been

tough to leave her.

Yeah.

She'll be all right.

She is the perpetually

single type.

Different guy every month.

No ties.

Do you have her number?

Sure.

But then you'd have

to get a phone.

Yeah, the thing she didn't really

realize was that she was stuck.

After our parents passed away,

she was just... Sorry.

No, no. Don't be.

Feels like you need to tell someone.

Might as well be a stranger

you're never gonna see again.

What about you?

What about me?

You can't always

have been a hobo.

No.

Hey, where are you guys

going on your honeymoon?

Italy.

Brad's boss has a house there.

That's lucky.

Yeah.

Tell me about him.

Brad?

Yeah.

He's great.

He's smart.

Interesting. Driven.

On our first date,

he rented out the entire restaurant

and said he didn't want anybody

disturbing our first chances

of getting to

know each other. So.

He sounds like quite a guy.

Yeah, it wasn't as lame

as that sounded.

No, I'd... Listen, it...

You wouldn't be here if it was.

Moving across the country.

Giving up everything just to be with him.

You're almost rid of me.

Last chance to get on the

freeway for about 50 miles.

I never asked

where you were heading.

Next town over.

There's a little motel there.

Quiet, inexpensive.

As good a place as any

to spend the night.

Is it far?

Not by car, no.

Why do you ask?

Just wondering.

Thinking I could use a break.

Maybe grab a bite to eat.

You don't need

to be on your way?

Not yet.

It's interesting, isn't it?

All this.

You driving through here on this

particular day at that particular time.

Breaking down

right where you did.

It's incredible, really,

when you think about it.

All the things that have to occur in

sequence, all for two strangers to meet.

You know, you make

one different decision,

you take

a different fork in the road,

and then two people

just pass each other by.

But yet, here we are.

Is it all chance?

Simple serendipity?

Or is it something more?

Fate? Destiny?

Don't worry.

I'm not flirting with you. Honestly.

I don't think you could deep

throat my huge cock anyway.

I'm kidding.

It's not that big.

I think you could do it.

With that mouth,

I might even enjoy it.

That's not funny.

I think you should get out.

What? Did I say something wrong?

Did I spoil the mood?

Please, I'm asking nicely.

Get out.

No, no, no, no, no.

We're gonna go on a nice little drive.

I can drive the rest

of the way on my own,

but believe me when I tell you,

it'd be a lot less

fun for both of us.

The door, please.

Why are you doing this?

Doing what?

I didn't force you to stop.

You pulled over and invited me in.

And even then,

even after you'd done your good deed

and taken me as far as you could,

you still wouldn't let me out.

Maybe that's some subconscious

attempt to sabotage a marriage

you don't really want,

or maybe it's fate.

Either way,

it doesn't seem right for you to blame me.

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