Lucky Them Page #7

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better, you know?

Yeah, all right.

So, I should stay?

No.

Well, I heard about you and

Lucas... and Craig.

I don't even want

to talk about it.

Look on the bright side.

At least you didn't give a dead

animal to somebody on

their wedding day.

Guilty.

Come on.

It's a new day.

You know what you need to do.

You need to go back to work.

Need to get started looking for

Matthew again, get back in the RV.

Or, you know what?

Just take a trip somewhere.

It's on me.

How about that?

Charlie... that's

f***ing ridiculous.

I'm just trying to help you

out.

I know you feel bad about last

night, and I'm... I just

want to be your friend.

You're only my friend 'cause

you had a thousand bucks

when I needed it.

I didn't mean that.

Came out the wrong way.

Did it?

Charlie... oh, f***.

Charlie... pbht.

"Ellie, I think we could have

been something special,

but what's done is done.

Here's the money you wouldn't

let me return."

Holy sh*t.

"It paid for my demo, so thank

you.

Take care.

Lucas."

Ellie, your deadline came and

went weeks ago.

You know, this business,

it's fickle enough.

I would be absolutely justified

never publishing another word

from you, based on the way

you've been screwing me around.

I would come back and admit

that it wasn't your fault

And I'm tried and unwilling

To be the only one

who was wrong

And I would sail back to you

And I would sail back to you

Whiskey and a beer.

And I would sail back to you

I'll be sailing on

your deep blue eyes

I'll be sailing on

your deep blue eyes

I'll be sailing on

your deep blue eyes

I'll be sailing on

your deep blue eyes

I'll be sailing on

your deep blue eyes

I'll be sailing on

your deep blue eyes

Hey, you cannot be going dark

on me like that.

Yeah.

Yeah.

No, this is what I

was worried about.

What?

No guy, just you wallowing.

I'm working!

I was getting so close

to figuring this out.

Okay, what is this sh*t?

This song.

It's Matthew. It is.

And he's singing... singing about me...

I mean, us.

Listen.

I'll be sailing on your...

I tracked the I.P. Address

where this e-mail came from,

when the guy sent me this, but

it's just some f***ing library

computer.

And I just... ugh!

I know that I'm just not

thinking of something.

I mean, he's out there, singing

about me, wanting

me to find him.

Okay, but, Ellie, don't you

think he'd just call you?

Him?

No.

God. He was such a dick.

Hey, listen... don't...

F*** you.

Oh, wait. F*** me?

Yeah, f*** you.

Oh, all right, cool.

Um, listen... you need to stop

this sh*t, okay?

Excuse me.

Hey. I am working.

Okay, it's not work, all right?

You're in crazy town!

Listen to me.

Listen!

All right, you

have to stop this.

Okay.

Please, please, please let go,

please let go, please let go!

I want you to look at him...

Okay?... and remember him for

the shithead that he was.

Is!

Was/is.

Holy sh*t.

Yeah.

Holy f***ing sh*t.

Yeah, tough stuff.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh, my God.

Wait. What?

Oh, God.

Where's Charlotte?

Have a seat.

Before you apologize... and I

assume that's why you're here...

I have something I'd

like to say to you.

Okay.

I only had good

intentions toward you.

I didn't deserve to be treated

the way I was treated.

I know, I know.

I... I was totally out of line.

Sometimes I can be a jackass.

Mm. Yeah.

I wasn't necessarily asking

you to agree with that specific

point.

I am really sorry, Charlie.

Really sorry.

Thank you.

I believe you.

So, you asked about Charlotte.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, Charlotte

and I are done.

Wow. What happened?

We had some issues.

What kind of issues?

You know, "issues."

You couldn't get it up?

Why is that always

the assumption?

No.

I could get it up.

But there were some

bigger issues.

Like what?

That she was already married.

No.

Yeah.

Wow.

I don't know... what to say.

There's no logic to love.

It's just a painful, brutal

process of trial and error.

And you just go through it again

and again and again.

And again and again and again.

And again.

Well, I think I might have something...

that will take your

mind off Charlotte for a

little while, at least.

Okay.

Think I've... I

really found him.

"Him"?

Matthew.

Matthew?

Really?

Mm-hmm. I've rented a car.

And I would very much

appreciate your help.

I'm ready to hit the road again.

Okay. Remember in Matthew's

house, he had all these back

issues of stax?

Mm.

Right? So, according to the subscriber

database, it's never been dropped.

Just the address was

changed to the bar.

So, his mom got him the

subscription back in high

school, but I think he's just

kept it in her name

all this time.

Mm. Huh.

This is good.

This is good investigative

journalism.

Good.

Why, thank you.

You're welcome.

Check these out.

Got them on an online spy store.

See?

A camera and a microphone.

And no matter what I look at,

you can see it on the screen.

Like, look.

Gonna pan right...

And then pan left.

Stop looking at my tits.

Okay.

I just happened to be

looking over there.

I was... I like your scarf.

How is it you don't like music?

It's not so much that

I don't like music.

Um... it's just

hard to find a song

that doesn't annoy me.

Well, what do you like?

I remember liking a

Canadian artist.

Leonard Cohen?

No.

Neil young?

No.

Rufus Wainwright?

No.

Okay. So, listen, when we're finished

with all this, you should come over to my

apartment, and I'll... I'll play

you some stuff. I'll...

Bryan Adams.

Bryan Adams.

I remember, on the album cover,

he's doing this... this pose,

like a guy... like, running

across the street.

I thought that was kind of cool.

Mm. Mm.

Well, that's it. That's a start.

Wait.

Someone's going in.

Oh, yeah, it's the bartender.

Should we go?

No, no, no. Just give her...

Give her a few minutes.

I have been thinking,

what was our sentence?

Hmm?

What was our sentence

when we were dating?

I know... two dates doesn't...

It doesn't really count

as dating anyway.

Anyway, let's go.

We should probably...

First?

I think you should.

And, you know, settle in,

and then I'll wander in.

She won't know we're together.

Okay. All right.

Remember, I'm filming.

How could I forget?

Hi.

What can I get you?

Could I get a clean glass, a

bottle of water, and a

whole lime, please?

A whole lime?

Please.

Hey.

I'm actually looking

for someone.

I was hoping you could help me.

His name's Matthew...

Matthew Smith.

Matthew Smith?

Mm-hmm.

Matthew Smith...

Isn't that the dude that killed

himself over at the falls?

Well, I mean... yeah, but...

He...

I was told, you know, he used to

play here a lot and...

Probably. I...

I don't know.

Sorry.

Okay.

No, no. Thanks.

Thanks anyway.

Hey.

Yeah.

I'm just gonna mosey along.

There she is.

Let's go.

You're really good at this.

You know that last night,

when they found his

car out by the falls?

I f***ing... I just drove

out there like a maniac.

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