Mr. Roosevelt Page #3
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- Year:
- 2017
- 90 min
- 251 Views
- You did not, really?.
- Yeah.
You know they have them
in six stores?
What?
Yeah. That's our Celeste.
Wow!
It's amazing
how much bread you can eat.
They're not charging
for it, are they?
No, it's not that, it's just
I'm so gluten intolerant...
Even a bite can
throw off my diet for a week.
Yeah,
Celeste got me off bread too
and I feel so much better.
I thought I was gonna miss it,
but I don't.
Well, I for one love bread.
Call me old-fashioned, okay?
I'm jealous.
So, Emily,
I'm just a little confused.
If you don't want to be making
internet videos,
and you don't want to be
you're not an actress...
What do you want to do?
Why move to Los Angeles
in the first place?
Celeste...
That's a really
good question, Celeste.
And the answer is...
I don't know.
I guess it was pretty
f***ing stupid of me, huh?
Well, for a comedian,
she's awfully serious.
[Breaking dishes]
Sh*t!
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
No, no, leave it.
Woah, what happened?
Ouch!
- Oh my God, are you okay?
- I'm fine. Leave me alone!
What the f, Jen!
Suck a dick, Dustin, she's hurt.
Come on, I got you.
Wait, Em...
It's okay. I got her.
Okay.
She has a hot mouth.
Hey, let me see it.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know how I'm going
to pay for all that food.
F*** that food.
Let me see your hand.
Hey...
Are you Emily Martin?
- Yeah?
- Dude!
Jen!
Jen Morales.
We talked for a second
at the party on the East side.
You were with Ravi.
There was that band of girls
that hits pots as instruments.
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
Dude! Is it weird that
I feel like I know you?
People post your vids
all the time.
- They do?
- Yeah.
My mom's favorite one is
that one of you in the bathtub.
Hey, you're based out of LA?
What are you doing out here?
My cat died.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Was he old?
No, he wasn't.
Oh man...
That guy up there
your boyfriend?
That's my ex-boyfriend.
Oh.
I left my cat with him.
But he wasn't my ex-boyfriend
when I did that.
He was my boyfriend,
and then I moved to Los Angeles.
And we tried long distance,
and then I broke up with him.
because he has a new girlfriend
and she's super-cool.
And she lives in our house
that's theirs,
and she ripped up the carpet,
And she says that
it's her cat too!
And I think that that's fair.
It's okay, it's okay.
I'm sorry, I can't breathe.
- It's okay...
- I'm sorry.
Hold that thought.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
[Sound of Emily struggling
to catch her breath]
I'm sorry.
I don't want to drink.
It's okay,
just tell me what happened.
I already said it.
Say it again.
Which part?
Any of it.
Okay.
I just had all these plans
and these goals.
Right.
And I thought if I did one thing,
then I did another thing...
And this and
that was supposed to happen...
How do you feel?
I don't know.
Exactly.
What?
Just breathe.
How am I supposed to breathe?
Oh my God!
[Sound of laughter]
You feel better?
I feel great.
Do you mind passing the butter?
Sure, here.
Thank you.
I can pay
to have it dry-cleaned.
MEOW:
It's Jen. see you manana...
Emily?
Emily?
Emily?
Emily?
Did I wake you?
Yes.
news.
Okay?
We were able to get
because my cousin's a manager
at Delta.
What?
I heard you were worried about
returning to Los Angeles?
You got me a plane ticket?
Un-huh.
It's just coach. We used miles.
- You didn't have to do that.
- I know.
But I wanted to.
My apologies for waking you up.
I just wanted to share the good
news before I went to work.
Emily.
Eric?
Celeste?
[Sound of floorboard creaking]
[Sound of Emily jumping]
[Sound of breaking pot]
[Sound of Emily yelping]
I'm sorry! I was just
looking for the toothpaste.
It's okay!
It's alright.
Nothing you haven't seen before.
Yeah, that's very true.
Toothpaste is
in the second cabinet
to the right in the bathroom.
Thank you.
Hey, Em?
Have you had breakfast?
I'm surprised you kept the
table.
Celeste, she refinished it.
She's really, really handy.
Oh, Celeste...
Celeste really is the best, huh?
I'm glad
to hear you say that.
Because I was worried
after last night.
You were worried?
Worried about me?
How come? You know me.
New day. New Emily.
Yeah, I do. I know you.
You want me to help?
You want me to make some coffee?
Yeah, that'd be great.
Cool.
I'm sorry, I just need...
Oh yeah. No, sorry.
You're okay.
You know
I like it strong, right?
I'll make it strong.
[Sound of Emily's soft laughter]
[Music comes up stronger,
sound of cat's meow]
Yeah, you know what?
We're actually off coffee now.
And I know it sounds crazy but
I have more energy.
I have to head to school.
Are you gonna be okay here
alone all day?
Yeah, I think so.
I still have a key.
Great.
And I can take that back later.
Of course.
Oh, also we moved
a ton of your stuff
in boxes out into the shed.
Maybe you want to go through it,
and take some stuff
back with you?
And your bike.
We both have bikes so...
Maybe you want to figure out
what you want to do with that.
Maybe sell it for money?
Sure, yeah. Really good idea.
Thank you.
Great.
Toodles.
Toodles.
[Front door closing]
[Shed door opening]
comes up]
[Music stops abruptly]
[Sound of Emily
struggling with bike]
Jesus, f***ing Christ...
Crap.
[Piped in electronic music ]
It's Jen. See you manana?
[Knocking]
Hi, is Jen home?
Hey, Dude!
- Hey.
- What up?
Hey.
Happy you found me!
Come on in.
How many people live here?
- Like four to six.
- Really?
Yeah, sometimes
we AirBnB the couch.
Dude, it's so f'd that
you're staying
with your ex-boyfriend
and his new girlfriend.
I know.
to something like that?
So what are we dealing with?
A jealous psycho-b*tch?
No, Celeste is not the type of
girl that gets jealous.
In fact,
she is super, super nice,
and put together, and everything
in her life is beautiful,
and nothing's out of place.
You know, like a
Pinterest board come to life.
Oh, so she's super-fake.
And she has him
on anti-depressants.
She literally has him drugged
up.
Are you f***ing serious?
I saw them in their cabinet...
which used to be my cabinet.
It's like they've gotten rid of
every trace that I ever existed.
They put all my stuff
in the shed...
My entire life in Austin,
packed up in two boxes.
Eric said, "You have to
get these out of here."
But what am I supposed to do?
I can't take them to LA with me,
I don't have any space,
I live in a studio.
Why not keep your stuff here,
I'd be happy to hold it for you.
Really?
You barely even know me.
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