Lucky Them Page #2

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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.

What style music is it?

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.

I really think it's what I'm

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 think he might be.

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?

There's a message board where

people post sightings.

All these people claim

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?

You're not gonna write it?

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

Just gonna annoy you

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.

Clearly, all those years of

playing music have left you with

a serious hearing problem.

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!

I promise it's gonna be fine.

No, I am gonna get fired

or... f***ing sued or both.

Giles isn't gonna

do that to you.

He already basically said

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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