Nancy, Please Page #6

That's really, really,

really not good.

- I know that.

- Jesus Christ.

But you know what this means?

Nancy wins again.

Destroys my relationship,

my career, with total impunity.

Jesus Christ. Paul, I... I can't...

I can't sit here and listen

to another monologue

about Nancy right now.

Okay? I've got...

I've got a deadline in

two days, and I've got

my own advisor to worry about.

How could somebody so

stupid, be so brilliant?

- I can't understand it.

- For f***'s sake!

Paul, Nancy is not some

kind of evil super genius!

The only reason she's winning is

because you won't take responsibility!

Sack up man! Take some

f***ing responsibility!

I'm, I... (STAMMERS) I can't

listen to this anymore!

I've... You've got a Nancy problem,

you've gotta deal with it.

I've got enough sh*t to do.

I've got work to do, bro.

Work! I can't listen to

this over and over again.

You're gonna have to deal

with this on your own.

What?

I'm sorry I had to yell at you.

Just...

Relax for a while. Go,

tak... take some time.

Let things assimilate.

Relax.

Go home.

(SIGHS, DOOR CREAKS)

- Talk later?

- What? Yes.

- Okay.

- Goodnight.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(FUMBLES, LOCK CLICKS)

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN:
Marco Polo.

Hi, is Nancy Hobby working today?

(SCRUBBING)

(BUSTLING, CARS WHIR)

Your server will be

with you in a moment.

Thank you.

- Hey Nancy.

- What do you want?

I was thinking about

a cheeseburger.

Oh, don't you usually take

the beverage order first?

What are you doing here Paul?

- I want to talk to you.

- What about?

- I want to talk to you.

- So you keep saying.

Two minutes. That's all I ask.

We don't have anything

to talk about, Paul.

- Oh f*** you.

- Alright.

- I'm getting the manager now.

- No, wait, wait, wait.

- What?

- I...

wanted to give you...

One hundred dollars for

two minutes of your time.

Then you'll never see me again.

Okay.

- Give me the money.

- No.

We have to talk first.

- Half up front.

- Fine.

(SHUFFLING)

Let's go outside.

(CHAIR RATTLES)

(WIND, FOOTSTEPS)

Can I have my money now, please?

Jen and I are splitting up

I think. Did you know that?

And I'm getting

kicked out of school.

That sucks.

Yes, it does.

Okay. Well, if that's it, can I

have my other 50 now please?

You've destroyed everything, Nancy.

Everything. Are you happy?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- My life is sh*t!

Is that what you wanted?

It's not my fault that your

girlfriend broke up with you,

- and that you lost your job.

- Yes! Yes it is!

Why didn't you give

me my book back?

Your girlfriend broke up with you

because you didn't have a book?!

I can't, I... (STAMMERS)

What you did was wrong!

F*** you!

You think your life got

all f***ed up because

I didn't give you some

book?! I'm busy, man!

I'm working 60 hours a

week, at this shithole

and you know full well my

mom's still in the hospital.

You think I like spending

all my money on f***ing

medical bills for that b*tch?!

I do not...

So look, I feel real terrible

that your copy of f***ing.

Little Dorrit wasn't my

number one priority.

You beat me with a baseball bat!

Nancy, don't you think that

was a little excessive?

Okay...

Your two minutes are up.

Give me the other $50.

Admit it. Admit your guilt.

Tell me you were wrong.

I'll admit it for another $100.

(SMACK)

Ow! Jesus!

(GRUNTING)

Ah!

(NANCY SCREAMS)

I'm not gonna take any

sh*t from you, or anybody!

You think I'm stupid?

Somebody attacks me,

I'm gonna defend myself.

Somebody breaks into my house,

I'm gonna defend myself!

I'm sick of you Paul!

Give me the other $50.

(MUSIC FADES)

This was way longer

than two minutes.

I deserve more. Give

me your jacket.

What?

Your jacket. Give it to me.

- Why?

- Because I want it.

(WIND WHOOSHING, FOOTSTEPS)

Nancy! Wait!

Nancy!

All I wanted was my book back.

How can you not be to blame?

It doesn't make sense.

Admit it.

You're the one who's wrong.

Please.

Tell me you were wrong.

Okay Paul.

I was wrong.

I shouldn't have done what I did.

Does that make you feel better?

(SHOES BEAT GRAVEL, SKID)

(WIND HISSES SOFTLY)

(LIGHTER FLICKS)

(FLICKS)

(WIND)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC SLOWLY BUILDS)

(MUSIC FADES)

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