Lucky Them Page #2
but we always got back together.
I mean, he had his sh*t.
He had his demons.
But he... and he was talented,
as everybody knows.
But there is no way... there is
no way that he would have jumped.
Matthew... he was scared of heights...
Is... Is scared of heights...
Who was scared of heights?
Oh, this musician who's been
lost for years and years...
And years and years.
Really? Lost? Huh.
Charlie.
Ellie.
Ellie Klug.
Okay.
It is good to see you.
Oh.
Coming in for an obligatory hug.
The timing wasn't
right when we dated.
I was emotionally unavailable.
Oh, yeah, that's, uh...
That's probably it.
I do think that your lack of
open-mindedness affected your
judgment of me.
I'm much cooler now.
Hmm?
Miss, could I get a clean
glass, a bottle of
water, and a whole lime?
No.
Is she a friend of yours?
She's closing up.
We're going to a gig.
A gig? Huh.
A gig.
What kind of gig?
Uh, a music show.
A music gig.
Nah. That's not my scene.
Good.
Alternative rock.
Hmm. Alt rock.
You may call it
that if you wish.
Okay.
"Okay" what?
I'll tag along.
Even if it was a mistake
I can't forget your face
Even if it was just a day
You won't forget the one
who's making you shake
Ahh, making you shake
You shake
ahh, making you shake
You shake Charlie, what do you do?
I'm retired, but until
recently, I was in the
jewelry business.
Really?
Yeah, we had pieces crafted
from Mexican pesos, bits of
Caribbean currency, seashells.
Sold them online.
I got tired of it, so I dumped
the business last year.
Before that, I had a software
company and made about
$300 million on an I.P.A.,
so I can pay the rent.
Yeah, but you were rich
before that, right?
It's true.
I come from one of the oldest
families in north America, but
truth be told, we lost our
fortune in the panic of 1907.
Anyway, lately, I've
been taking some
documentary-filmmaking
classes, and I love it.
meant to do in this world.
I do.
What do you do again, Ellie?
I'm a music critic.
Ugh! That would be the
worst job for me.
I hate music.
All music you hate.
Is the bear a catholic?
I mean, really.
I mean, you like music?
Okay, well, I'm beat.
I am so exhausted.
Uh... it was really great seeing
you, Charlie, but we... okay.
...Dana... do we?
Yeah.
You know what?
Maybe we could get
lunch sometime.
I haven't seen you in five
years, and, uh, it could
be nice to see you again.
Uh, I say... yes!
I should be clear
about one thing.
Uh, I'm off dating, so...
Great. That takes the pressure
off of me to do all the
work in bed.
Do you want to... you want to...
Or do you want to write it?
You know what? I'll get it.
There's a crispness to my
writing that I enjoy.
"Ellie... Klug."
Good night, girls.
So, uh... the design
on this site is so...
Just sad.
There was a time, my little
friend, when it was actually
difficult to build a website.
What are you finding?
people post sightings.
to have seen him?
Claim to, yes.
Here's one for you this year.
Should I e-mail?
It does not look like it, but
we can comment on his post.
Send him my e-mail,
ask for more info.
No, no, no. Wait, wait. Don't.
Yeah, do, do.
Ellie?
I meant to call you.
Yeah?
I, uh... I just... I-I
couldn't write the feature.
Couldn't... couldn't
write it this month?
What do you mean?
It just felt wrong... somehow.
Felt wrong?
What are you... what
are you saying?
Okay. Is this because we kissed?
Whoop!
Uh, could you answer
that, please?
Ellie Klug's desk.
Wow. Well, that sucks.
It's Giles.
Hey, can I call you back?
What's up?
How's the story going?
Well, I can't do it if you
keep talking to me, can I?
Okay. I didn't know
you had a son.
Ha ha. Very funny.
Back to work.
I don't even get, like, a
blurb?
I don't even get, like, a little
side blurb, like, the blurb
underneath the blurb?
What do you want me to do?
I don't know.
Apologize, maybe.
Okay. Okay.
I'm sorry. I really am sorry.
Well, apology accepted...
Hesitantly.
Do you want to go out
sometime?
Hey, look, if you're not gonna write
the story, we might as well, right?
What? No.
Yeah.
Listen, whatever you
think is gonna happen...
Yeah?
...is not gonna happen.
No? So, you're gonna crush my dreams and
then you're not gonna give me a date?
Oh, you seem fine to me.
I'm not fine.
I'm broken.
So... who's, uh...
Who's the looker?
That is not intern-level intel...
Sir.
He says that's Matthew.
Could be anybody.
He's in Washington... Hobart, I
guess.
He wants 1,000 bucks.
Oh, I know. I know.
I know we don't do that, so...
don't do what?
Hmm? Pay for sources.
Pay for sources? What are we?
The national enquirer?
The national enquirer?
We don't pay for sources.
We don't pay for sources.
I can't believe you'd
actually make...
That kind of suggestion.
I could get fired.
Uh... he wants cash.
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Hey, there she goes the
girl who don't wanna talk to me
But that's okay
till you make out with me
Yeah, till you
make out with me
You know you want to
Just make out with me
Baby, just make
out with me-e-e
So, listen, I've been doing a
lot of serious thinking, and,
uh, all joking aside, I-I think
I'm willing to give you a second
chance.
playing music have left you with
Come on. What is it?
Is it me? Is it my music?
Is my face funny-looking?
I mean, what? Give me something.
Nope. Yeah.
I don't know.
"No, yes, I don't know."
What? I didn't get any of that.
Musicians, I mean, men...
Toxic to me, and you're both, so it's...
it's... it's not
personal.
It's not personal.
How can you say
that's not personal?
Sh*t.
Hey.
I need your help.
Shoot.
I need you to come with me
tomorrow morning to interview
this guy who says he knows where
Matthew is.
I can't.
I got groundwater thing.
Oh, come on.
Don't make me go alone.
And Angela's finally going with
me, and you know she hates
my "causes."
Hello? Excuse me.
Yes. I see you. Yeah.
Oh, no! F***!
Sh*t!
No, I am gonna get fired
or... f***ing sued or both.
Giles isn't gonna
do that to you.
that I'm irrelevant.
Ellie, please call and
get it over with.
Oh, yes, and in other news...
Who's Lucius?
It's... can you read?
It's Lucas.
Lucas. I'm sorry.
It's the singer that I
didn't do the story on.
He keeps... and I keep...
Well, what'd he say?
Did you listen to it?
Should you listen to it?
Well, then delete it because you
know how it plays out.
What about that guy?
What guy?
The rich guy from the... the
fundraiser at the bar.
Oh, God. Charlie?
Yeah, he likes you,
and he's got money.
And... and he can help you.
No. No way.
No... no way.
I am not doing that.
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