Shirin in Love Page #2

your clothes off

'cause you're gonna get

pneumonia if I don't. Okay?

So, I'm just doing that.

An engagement ring?

Oh man.

Okay.

There ya go.

I can't...

( clears throat )

Okay.

There we go.

( foreign language )

Mike:
You don't drink whiskey.

There was a guy here.

I'm gonna kill him!

Mom:
No, you're not.

Mike:
What do you mean,

no I'm not?

Uh, my... my fiancee was

in bed with someone.

- Calm down. Let me explain.

- Calm down?

Uh, my fiancee is in

somebody's bed!

Oh... oh my God.

I'm going dizzy.

Here.

Oh, thank you.

Uh.

Where is he?

I'm gonna kill him!

I don't know how this

happened, Mike. I swear.

What am I gonna do?

Mom:
I had a call from Rick

Davidson this morning.

Shirin had a little

too much to drink

so she asked Rick to

give her a lift home.

And ended up in bed with him?

Oh my God!

( speaking foreign language )

- Here.

- Thank you.

Dr. June, you'll be very

happy to know

that as soon as he

brought her back to his hotel,

he went straight

to his boyfriend, Trevor.

You should never let

her drink in public!

Calm down.

Thank you.

( music )

Helen:
Uh, oh.

Ha. I knew it.

Sweetheart, that's a red hair.

Do you see any other red-headed

Asians walking around here?

Uh, major health code violation.

I'm not eating this.

Helen, I need to talk to you

about something kind of important.

I just found out my

mother is really sick.

I'm sorry.

That's terrible.

They don't think she's gonna

make it to her next birthday.

I need more wine.

It's empty.

Can I have... are you

gonna eat... that?

- Go ahead.

- Yeah? Okay.

Thank you.

Broccoli, the long ones.

It's like a combination between

asparagus and broccoli.

These are so good.

( slurping )

- Thanks, babe.

- All right.

Please be careful

and don't drive fast.

Oh, dad.

She couldn't drive fast

even if she wanted to.

I can't believe you'd rather drive

seven hours in this piece of junk

instead of taking

a one hour flight.

You know I hate to fly, and please

don't call Zuzu a piece of junk.

You know I don't want to

put my first car to sleep.

The keys are in

the ignition honey.

Oh yeah.

( starts car )

And you got the GPS, too?

Uh, yep, and I have

this just as backup.

Where's your ring?

Oh, uh, I'm sure

it'll pop up somewhere.

Oh my God.

You lost it?

How could you lose...?

Oh my God.

Do you know how long that

ring's been in my family?

Since my great-great-great

grandmother five generations!

Dr. June... Dr. June... don't

let your blood pressure go up.

I didn't lose it.

I just can't find it.

She didn't lose it.

She lost it!

No. She can't find it.

That's different.

Mike:
What if she lost it?

What's the difference?

No, no, no, no.

She didn't lose it.

She just can't find it.

But it's the same thing!

She lost it!

No, no, no.

It's not the same thing.

She just can't find it.

( foreign language )

She lost it.

( music )

Ooh, there she goes again.

Start the car!

Start the car!

( starts car )

( tires screech )

( sirens )

Officer Washington:

You know what?

Let me handle this.

Good morning, Officer Henderson.

It's coffee, okay?

It's coffee and I

spilled it chasing you!

I stopped at the

stop sign, didn't I?

No, ma'am.

No, you didn't stop.

You didn't stop

at the stop sign.

I sent your manuscript to

an agent friend of mine.

You know what?

My new partner is

sitting back in the car there.

It's not gonna work this time.

Oh.

That's all right. No, oh.

I know the number.

O six.

Let me tell ya.

Are you leaving town?

Yes, sir.

Are you leaving for a long time?

- Yes, sir.

- Good!

Officer Henderson, have you

thought about changing that ending?

( officer sighs )

Well, I thought about, you know,

when he kills her...

I thought maybe I'd make

that a dream sequence.

Oh.

Dream sequences are

kind of a movie thing. So...

I don't know.

You let me think

about it, all right?

Promise me.

If you stay off my

street for a few weeks,

I'm not gonna write

you a ticket, okay?

I promise.

Promise.

- You promise?

- Promise.

'Cause I don't want

to see you anymore.

Thank you, Marvin.

( starts car )

( music )

Driving,

Singing on the highway

Starin' at the skyline

Floating in space

Hey there

Scoot a little closer

What's your favorite color?

Posies in May

So lovely on my pillow

Spinning webs with rainbows

Sending telegrams to Mars

( thundering )

Just my luck.

GPS:
Turn left in 500 feet.

There is no left.

Recalculating.

Recalculating.

Turn left.

What? You want me

to drown in the ocean?

There's no left.

Turn left.

Ugh!

Sunday

Coffee at the bookshop

Sirens out the window

Oh, man.

GPS:
Turn right.

Where am I?

You have arrived

at your destination.

She lives in the middle

of nowhere.

Where the hell are we?

( raining )

( thunder )

Rachel:
Yes?

May I help you?

Hi.

Yeah, my car broke down.

Can I use your phone?

Oh sure.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Oh.

I locked myself

out of my car.

Oh.

You better wipe yourself

off before you get pneumonia.

Clearly, that's not gonna work

so I'll get you a bigger towel.

Thanks.

Here.

- Thank you.

- Oh, you're welcome.

Oh. You know, why don't

you make the call later.

Come on with me.

Yeah, just follow me.

That's good.

Come on in.

Sit by the fire.

I don't want to bother you.

If you could just give

me a number for a taxi,

I'll go to a hotel and find

somebody to help me with my car?

You're not from

around here, are you?

No.

Los Angeles.

Because the closest hotel

is about 20 miles away,

no one is gonna come

out here in this weather.

Stay here tonight.

You can take care of

everything in the morning.

Oh, that is way

too much trouble.

No. Shh. I don't want

to hear about it.

Please, sit down.

Well...

I don't know. I really

shouldn't be drinking.

You know, if you have just

one keeps you very warm.

Okay.

There you go.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

So, what are you doing

around here?

Work.

I'm a journalist.

You're a journalist?

Well, not really a journalist.

I'm more of a book

reviewer for a magazine.

I'm looking for someone.

She's an author.

Her name is Rachel Harson.

Hmm.

May I ask why?

Uh, I'm writing a story on her,

although I'm pretty sure

she won't talk to me.

She seems like a

pretty difficult woman.

You know, that's funny. I've

heard the same thing about her.

What magazine did

you say you wrote for?

BH Style.

Have you heard of it?

No, but I'm... I'm not

a magazine person.

I'm sure it's very nice.

Uh, truth is, it's my first big

assignment so I'm a little...

So you're nervous?

Yeah ( laughs )

Let's not talk about

work anymore tonight.

You're tired.

You need your rest.

Take that with you.

Okay.

You're very kind.

Oh, you have found me out.

( door opens )

This is my son's room.

Well, at least it was his room.

Oh, he's so cute!

Yes, he is cute.

Okay.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't even recognize you.

Why would you?

See that picture?

That was taken

30 years ago.

Anyway, you need

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