Hostel Page #3

Okay.

-Josh, come here, dude.

-Yeah, what?

It's not their fault Oli disappeared,

so stop acting like it is.

-I'm annoyed he'd ditch us.

-I'm pissed too.

But we're not in America.

I mean, people meet each other

and split without saying sh*t.

It's just how they do it over here.

As well as we may think we know Oli,

we don't really know him.

He could've gone

somewhere with that girl.

F***, maybe he's in Iceland.

The guy's got a daughter.

So let's look at our options.

We can A, f*** these girls one more

night and then head to Barcelona...

...or B, not f*** them,

then head to Barcelona anyway.

Think about it. When I'm studying for

the bar and you're writing your thesis...

...this is the sh*t

we're gonna think about.

Okay. All right, he doesn't show up,

it's his problem.

-It's his problem.

-All right.

All right.

Hey, Kana, you wanna go

to the disco with us?

You know, disco?

Dancing?

No?

Josh?

-I'm gonna go back.

-Are you okay?

I'm, like... I'm tired.

Actually, I have, like, a headache.

If you want, I will go with you.

No, no, no, I'll just see you

back at the room.

Goodbye.

F***ing p*ssy.

-Josh.

-Vala.

You don't look well.

-No, I...

-Here, let me help you.

I feel sick.

Where is...?

Where is Oli?

You need rest.

Where's the restroom?

Past the bar, in the back.

You guys cool?

-Vodka Red Bull.

-Vodka Red Bull, danke.

Yeah.

Hey!

Hey!

Open the door.

Oh, f***.

What the f...?

Oh, f***.

What...? Who are you?

What the f...? Where the f*** am I?

What the f*** is this sh*t?

Please, please...

F***. Please, please, please...

I didn't f***ing do sh*t to you,

what the f***!

Please, please, what the...?

Please, no, sir.

Please f***ing stop. Please!

What the f***?

Please, I didn't f***ing do anything.

What the f***?

What the f***?

This is such f***ing bullshit.

What the f*** is this?

What? No! No, please don't...!

What the...?

No, no, f***ing don't you... No, no!

Oh, my God, no, no!

Oh, my f***ing God!

Oh, my God! No, no, no, no!

Oh, please. What the f***?

No, no, no, no, f***! No!

F***! Oh, f***!

You.

Why?

I always wanted to be a surgeon...

...but the boards wouldn't pass me.

Can you guess why?

You see?

So I went into business...

...but business is so boring.

You buy things, you sell them.

You make money, you spend money.

What kind of life is that?

A surgeon...

...he holds the very essence

of life in his hands.

Your life.

He touches it.

He has a relationship with it.

He's part of it.

Please, please.

Just let me go, please.

You want to go?

Is that what you want?

Oh, my God!

F***! Oh, f***!

You are free to go.

Oh, f***. No!

No. No, f***. No, f***...

Please, I have money.

I'll f***ing pay you.

Ten times, two times,

whatever you want...

-Pay me?

-Yes.

No one is paying me.

In fact, I am the one paying them.

Relax. Relax, bro.

Oh, sh*t.

-Two thirty-seven, please.

-Two three seven.

Didn't you check out?

No, not yet.

Not yet.

-This your bag?

-Yeah.

The maid brought it here.

You're checked out.

-I didn't check out.

-It says.

It happened this morning.

This is bullshit.

Did somebody leave a note?

Because I didn't

f***ing check out, dude.

No, man, just this bag.

If it's a mistake...

Yeah, it's definitely a mistake.

We need a f***ing room.

Chill out, man. You're on vacation.

Two three seven.

Hey, was there a Japanese girl

waiting in the lobby for somebody?

No, think they left this morning.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, dude.

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me.

It's okay. We are going to the spa.

You will join us?

You should come.

Hey, Josh, call me

soon as you get this, man.

I got locked in that club.

It was retarded, dude.

I'm at the hostel.

Svetlana!

Svetlana!

Hey!

You little f***er.

Jesus.

Wait at hostel for your friends.

They will look for you there

no matter what.

Yeah, I know. But, see, my friend

Josh is the kind of guy who...

He just wouldn't check out without

so much as leaving a note, you know.

He's the responsible one.

Yeah, but maybe he worried

his belongings get stolen...

...so he take them when he go out.

Someone misplace if he leaves note.

It is not uncommon.

Yeah, well, is there

anything else that I can do?

There's nothing right now.

We have his picture...

...if we see him, or he is picked up,

or something happen...

...we contact you at hostel, yeah?

Okay.

Where are you from?

California.

You are so far from home.

Paxton. Come, have a drink.

Hello, Mr. American.

-Did you get my messages?

-Which one?

There are so many.

I call you back, but child answer.

Yeah, I know.

Have you seen Josh?

In English, please.

He is with your friend...

...the King of the Swing.

-He's with Oli.

-Why you leave last night?

Did you not listen to my messages?

I got locked in a storage room.

I don't know,

I got sick and passed out.

-What?

-She said you met another girl.

Where are my friends?

The art show.

-You mean like a museum?

-No, no, no.

Not museum.

They went... How you say, for artist?

-Exhibit.

-Exhibit for artist.

No, that doesn't make any sense.

Why? What is wrong?

Well, they didn't leave a note.

They didn't call or do anything.

They tell us to tell you.

Yeah, but I tried calling them all day.

Yes, but their phone, the battery die

and they do not have...

How you say, for electricity?

Converter. Okay, whatever,

where is this art show...

...because I wanna go.

-Have a drink.

-I don't want a drink.

All right? I wanna see some art.

Okay? So can we go?

You're not going?

I've seen this show.

You want gum?

No.

Too bad for you.

We are here.

Are you coming or what?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

How is it in there?

Be careful.

Why is that?

You could spend all your money...

...in there.

How much is it?

For you, free.

There.

That's the show?

Yes.

-What?

-Nothing.

You're so serious,

Mr. Serious American.

You f***ing whore.

You f***ing b*tch.

You f***ing b*tch!

I get a lot of money for you...

...and that make you my b*tch.

F***. Get the f*** off me!

This is f***ed!

Get the f*** off me!

Get the f*** off me!

F***.

Talk.

Talk. Speak.

What the f***

do you want me to say?

American.

No. No, wait!

I'm not f***ing American!

I'm not f***ing... Look at me.

I'm not f***ing American.

American.

Please, what the f*** is this?

Let me go. Please.

I promise I won't tell anybody.

Just please let me go.

Don't. Don't.

Please don't.

Don't, please.

God.

Oh, please, stop!

Please stop it. Please stop it.

I know you don't wanna do this.

Please don't do this.

F***.

Oh, sh*t.

What the f***?

What do you think?

How do I look?

I feel like a butcher or a surgeon

or some sh*t, know what I mean?

I feel f***ing ridiculous in this thing,

but I guess you need it, huh?

Yeah. I'll tell you something....

-Excuse me. Excuse me.

-Wait a sec.

How was it?

Good.

Well, goddamn, motherf***er,

for this money, it better be. Sh*t.

What did you go for, a local?

What, European?

-American.

-An Amer...?

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