Manhattan Night Page #2

them home with me.

Did you redo it yesterday?

It happened too late.

Daddy-bird!

Saved the wedding dress part

just for you.

All right. I'm on it.

I'm on it. Thanks.

Classy quote

from the gymnastics coach.

You see what they put

for the headline?

The Pulitzer is waiting.

I liked it. You okay?

Yeah, I'll be all right

in a few hours.

You didn't drive home

last night, did you?

No. I left the car in the lot.

Hello. Excuse me.

- Sally, come. We need to get dressed. -

- Oh, no, but i...

- Tommy, let's go.

- - Never!

- Morning, Josephine.

- - Tommy?

- I don't wanna come.

- Tommy.

Tommy. Don't you kick me.

Ooh.

- Yes. I got him.

- - Pick him up.

- Mm. There you go.

You better come on with me.

- Get your tush under control.

- Come on here.

Josephine, if you could pick up the

house a bit today, it'd be great.

Like, maybe you could do, like, the

dishes, or maybe do the pots in the sink?

You know, she ignores me

all the time.

Oh, listen. I have an important surgery

that I have to do tomorrow night,

so I won't be able to go to that

dinner with Lorca and Cabot.

Well, I'm not going without you. We've

rescheduled that, like, four times.

I'm sorry. It's a visiting Iranian

ambassador with an emergency.

Let's just stop pretending it's

effective to have a sex life.

What?

To schedule a night out, yeah?

Do you need a ride somewhere

this morning, Mr. grumpy pants?

- Yes.

- Where are you going?

Upper West Side.

Get dressed.

Morning.

I like the girl with the mob, but

I need some quotes about Iris.

I'm going to reach out to her mother.

I'm going to try to track her down.

- All right. Thanks, Bobby.

- Later.

Yeah.

Oh, god.

Hello?

Hey, it's Porter wren.

Well, hello, Porter wren.

How are you feeling?

Did you roofie me last night?

No, I didn't.

Why are you calling me?

Um...

"Opportunity only knocks once"?

Hey.

I just rode up the elevator

with Leonardo DiCaprio.

Oh, yeah.

He's got a friend upstairs.

So, tell me how you met Simon.

I was living a sort of tired,

pretty girl, New York life,

you know? I had no money.

I had given up on L.A.

after a year, and moved here.

I was apartment-sitting

for rich people,

with no steady income

or place to live.

And I had just been fired for refusing

to date my a**hole lawyer boss

whose firm I was

answering phones for.

Did you have a laundry line hanging in

the backyard when you were growing up?

Excuse me?

You know, with jeans

and t-shirts

and underwear hanging

in the backyard?

A laundry line.

Uh, yeah,

actually. I did.

Me, too. I didn't like

my underwear hanging out there

for the other kids to see,

but I did enjoy my one friend's

mom's brassiere...

- Right. - ...Hanging

on their laundry line.

He bought me

a couple more drinks,

and we had

an amazing conversation

about our childhoods

and parents.

I knew who he was.

I recognized him right away.

- He was very smart.

- Caroline.

I'm going to ask you one,

uh, crazy question,

but it's serious, not a joke.

Okay.

I want to marry you.

Now, I know

it sounds completely crazy,

but I had just been

sitting there thinking

how I was probably going

to have to leave New York,

and in walks this

enigmatic, weird,

brilliant human being.

- Yes.

- Jesus. God.

So, you met him in a bar.

- Jesus.

- He proposed. You said yes.

All within the span

of less than an hour?

Well, a few hours, but, yeah.

- Okay.

- I got a package from him the next day

containing a flash drive

and an engagement ring.

You want to see the video?

Sure.

Hey, Caroline.

Hey.

I've been thinking

about you since I left you

earlier today.

I was thinking about our, uh,

wedding vows and everything,

and about how

the regular vows are, "I do,"

and how that won't do, actually.

So, I decided I want to make

my vows to you here, right now,

this, this minute, exactly.

And I have no idea

what I'm going to say.

But once it's done,

it'll be my vows to you, okay?

So, after I said goodbye to you,

I had dinner with,

uh, Jessica Chastain.

She wants to be in my next

movie, strange day.

And she looks good.

There was nothing wrong

with the conversation.

She was very smart and funny,

and whatever,

but she wasn't you, Caroline.

I didn't get that

"click" from her.

I got the click from you.

I got the click.

When I was in high school,

I got a job as a busboy

at this place in the village,

Dante's caf.

But that was, uh,

that was a big,

big thing for me.

I made some money

and I got my first camera,

and I could watch

all the people.

There was this very beautiful

model who started coming in,

her name was Ashley Montgomery.

I would save her used cigarettes

with that perfect lipstick smudge,

faintest trace of

her perfume on them,

and, when I got home,

I would lie naked in my bed

and I would lay the cigarette

butts all over my body,

uh, even under my tongue, and even

in my ass, once, while I jerked off.

I did not consider this strange.

I'm sorry, is this still

his marriage proposal?

- Yeah.

- I was certain that I would never...

...be loved, never.

I swore that, if I ever had the

chance for somebody I loved,

I would take it right away.

And when I saw you today,

I saw a woman who could take

it, who could take me,

who could f***ing kick it back

at me, if she had to.

This is my excitement...

And my terror.

My heart thrills to your heart,

Caroline.

My dark heart

to your dark heart.

That is my vow, Caroline,

my vow to you.

This is a song that makes me

think of you.

We were secretly married

in New York three days later.

Showed a real affection for me.

In the first six months, we were

surprisingly happy together.

And this one night, when, um,

when Simon didn't come

home, I got worried.

But I didn't call the police because I

knew Simon would be pissed if I did.

Three days went by,

and it was pretty clear then

that something was wrong.

Look, Caroline...

...if the police can't figure

out how or why Simon died,

I honestly don't think I can.

But you found that little girl.

Don't people tell you

all kinds of things?

Honestly?

I found that little

girl by mistake.

It was random luck.

I didn't deserve

any credit for that.

Mostly, people tell me stories.

I never press them.

They just tell me 'cause

they want to be known.

You seem to be searching

for something else.

You had to know that, by coming here

today, I was going to ask for your help.

Unless, of course, there was

another reason why you came by.

I should go.

Can I have my coat, please?

Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

Caroline?

Hello?

It's just me.

I forgot my phone.

- Oh, my god.

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Oh, my god.

What are you doing here?

I'm really sorry.

I forgot my phone.

- I'm...

- you scared the sh*t out of me.

How'd you get in here?

I saw... I saw the code.

I'm sorry.

You were watching me just now?

I'm really sorry. I...

you liked watching me,

didn't you?

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