Demolition Page #3

You know what? I should go.

Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna go.

No, no, no, wait. I have

another letter here for you.

Put it in the mail.

I think it's for real, Phil.

If their second quarter earnings

are an indication of growth,

even just two or three percent,

then it's a risk worth taking.

Davis, do you need some paper?

Is there something you'd like to

contribute to the discussion?

Yes, actually.

But it's more of a question.

Would any of you consider

crazy on you to be a sad song?

And that's from, you know,

assuming

that you're familiar with

the heart catalog.

Going down.

Can I help you? Hi.

Oh, yeah.

I'm looking for Karen.

I'm sorry, who are you?

I'm Davis. I have a...

Customer service issue.

Oh, I'm Carl.

This is my company.

What's the problem?

I really can't

get into it, Carl.

There's way too much

ground to cover.

But thanks for your concern.

Did you get

the foundation proposal?

I'm gonna need you to sign off

before we move forward.

Listen, have you thought about

talking to someone?

Professionally, I mean.

I didn't go upside down!

Your father thinks

I'm losing my mind.

Hmm.

Hello?

I just dismantled

a $2,000 cappuccino machine.

Why did you call me,

mister Mitchell?

Why'd you answer?

There's something about

your letters.

I'm re-reading one

right now in my tub.

I'm not bathing or anything.

I just sit here.

It's quiet, and I don't

wanna wake up my son.

Did I mention I have a son?

No.

Yeah, he's 15.

But looks 12 and acts 21.

So bright, but he

scares the sh*t outta me.

Karen...

I... I have to go.

You shouldn't have

come to my office,

mister Mitchell.

This sets a dangerous precedent.

Dangerous?

Dear Karen, is it okay

that I address you directly

now that we've almost met?

I'll assume so.

I was on the train today,

and I saw a woman staring at me.

There was something about her.

So I went and introduced myself.

Hi.

Hello.

I'm Davis.

Do we know each other?

No.

I'm... I'm not trying

to pick you up or anything.

I just... you look familiar.

Is it okay... sorry, I...

Tough day?

No. Not really, no.

My job isn't really

that difficult.

It's the guys underneath me

who do most

of the heavy lifting.

I just take

all the credit for it.

Wow.

Most people wouldn't admit that.

I actually cheated my way

through my last year of college.

I had this guy Edmond write

all my papers for me,

and sometimes,

I'd give him ecstasy.

You know...

She was quiet,

but for some reason,

I wanted to tell her things.

I found myself

mapping her face as I talked.

Somehow, she got me talking

about my wife.

I really let her in.

Then, out of nowhere,

she asked...

So why'd you marry her?

I dunno. 'Cause it was easy.

Yeah...

Next stop, Scarsdale.

I wanted to ask her name...

This is me.

But she disappeared so quick.

I spent the next 10 minutes

kicking myself.

"the next 10 minutes

kicking myself."

"What are the chances

"I'd ever see

this woman again?"

"Fortunately, she left

her magazine on the seat."

I think you know

who it was addressed to.

And Scarsdale ain't her stop.

No more games, Karen.

I'll see you soon.

You. What are you doing here?

I'm here to see Karen Moreno.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

Who the...

What the f*** do you want?

Well...

You don't have to swear, Carl.

I told you I have

a customer service issue.

What...

Carl, this is Davis Mitchell.

Yeah, I was

supposed to call you.

Hi, Karen.

He, uh... he's having problems

with one of the machines.

What machine?

Uh, number 714,

in the intensive care unit

at Saint Andre's.

Second floor.

You a doctor?

No. I work in finance.

Well, what...

Carl. Honey. I'll handle this.

It's okay.

It's 11:
00, Karen.

Why the hell are you

at our house?

It's my house, okay?

Now go inside, or go home.

I'll handle this.

It's okay. Come on.

I was in the neighborhood.

You shouldn't be here.

You know what?

I... I'm with someone.

Carl. We're together.

I shouldn't have called you.

And I shouldn't

have started following you.

It's very unprofessional.

What happened to you?

Your clothes...

I wrote this

in the car 10 minutes ago.

It's the last one.

Dear Karen. F*** Phil.

You wanna tell me

what's going on?

Nothing. I was supposed to

call him. We sorted it out.

Are you having an affair

with this guy?

No, I'm not.

He's lonely, I think.

I don't know,

he's just a little... off.

What time's your flight?

It's a good-looking

city, Karen.

And you could go

to tech school, like we...

Like we talked about.

I can...

I'll open up a new warehouse.

Twice, two times

the square footage...

And Chris, I mean...

He's struggling here, you know?

A new start could be good.

Dear Karen. F*** Phil.

He called me into his office...

I pulled the plug on lightyear.

What? Why?

Gut feeling.

To be honest, your judgment

of late has been questionable.

Well... how so, Phil?

Did you take apart

the lighting fixture

in our bathroom?

Yes. I did.

And your computer?

I assume you're responsible

for the washroom stall.

That was my work, yes.

Why?

Well, that's a little

harder to answer.

Mmm-hmm. Try me.

The bathroom stall, for example?

The door was squeaking.

And it had probably been that

way for quite some time.

I just never noticed.

And now, I'm noticing

all different kinds

of things, Phil,

and I wanna see how they work.

Like that clock.

Pure craftsmanship. Artistry!

That belonged to my

great-grandmother. 1890s.

I wanna rip it apart and

spread it out

all over the floor.

And no offense to

your great-grandmother,

but I see a clock like that,

and I wanna know

what it looks like inside.

Mmm.

Davis.

Mmm.

I want you to

take some time off.

F*** him,

and the way he leans

on the corner of his desk

with his sleeves rolled up

like he's about to dig a ditch.

No more imaginary

office ditches, Karen.

From now on,

it's me and my tools.

I intended to drive home

but accidentally turned

for the midtown tunnel.

Ruby drive...

Maybe there are no accidents.

Anyway, it seemed like a good

time to come and look for you.

Turn left on crystal Avenue.

I knew I was getting close

when I found myself

in a neighborhood

where all the streets were

named after precious stones.

And that's when I saw it.

Hey! You the insurance guy?

Oh, no. Not me.

I thought... you know,

I just saw the suit,

so I figured, you know...

Yeah, I was just driving by,

and I, uh, saw you guys

working. Looks like fun.

Yeah, fun.

Um...

What exactly are you doing here?

Well, we gotta tear

the whole thing down

before they rebuild.

Can I, uh, help you out?

What...

I mean, you just, you know,

you just tell me

what to do,

you don't have to pay me.

Come on, pal, don't bust

my balls, all right?

You're the insurance guy, right?

Barry sent you over here

to bust my balls?

No, I don't know who Barry is.

No, I... you know, I...

Actually, you know,

I'll pay you, huh?

How 'bout, uh, 50...

I'll give you 50 bucks.

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