Someone Like You... Page #3

he's been hit by a bus.

I'll call you back.

I feel like I've been

hit by a bus.

You told her?

Was it bad?

Not like I thought.

I mean, she, uh... She didn't go

hysterical or anything like that.

She just, uh,

was kinda,

you know, eerily calm

about the whole thing.

- Well, that's good, right?

- Yeah, yeah.

I just meant,

you know,

it wasn't what I expected

is all, you know?

- What'd she say about us?

- She just, she just...

I:

- I didn't tell her. Jane, I just didn't think it was necessary.

I mean, to hit her

over the head with this thing...

after three years,

it just seemed so, so awful.

I just told her

that it was over.

You know? And I think

that's all she needs to know.

- Right?

- S-Sure.

- And she was okay with that?

- Yeah. I mean, I guess.

I don't know. It was so...

It was just weird.

I mean, she just kinda...

Whoooh.

You know, she just

kinda went cold on me.

I mean,

sh-sh-she's upset.

She's upset,

the poor thing.

She's gotta be upset.

She's... You know.

She just didn't seem

terribly upset, so...

- Well, you're okay with it, right?

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- I mean, you're happy.

- Happy?

I am so happy.

I mean, this is what I wanted.

I mean, there's nothing

between us anymore, you know,

and that's... that's what I

was looking for, so I'm happy.

How exactly did Ray disappear?

Slowly and kind of subtly.

Single pane,

double pane?

Single pane, I believe.

- Singles.

A lot more sun, I guess,

than I had recalled.

This doesn't open? Oh!

Well, gotta force it. Oops.

Well, maybe it wasn't so subtle.

Hi, babe.

It's me again.

Listen, the realtor called,

and she said that we have

to sign the lease by Monday.

I know you wanted your lawyer to have

a look at the contract and everything,

but my apartment's been re-rented,

and I have got to be out of here...

He is not sleeping with somebody else.

What are you talking about?

First of all,

Ray really isn't like that.

And second of all, the poor guy

wouldn't have time.

He's been working until 3:00 in

the morning every night for 2 weeks.

Okay, A:
There's no such thing as a guy

who doesn't have time to mess around.

They always have time for that. And

If he ain't sleeping with you,

he ain't sleepin' alone.

Right?

Listen, you gotta talk to him.

It's better than not knowing.

Sorry.

This patch is worth sh*t.

Throughout the animal

kingdom, prey species have developed...

a wide variety

of escape behaviors.

Freezing is a common response

to predator alarm.

Sensing danger, many animals will

assume a rigid, statue-like position.

Fleeing is another

popular method.

Some species will simply

try to outrun their captors,

while others take

an erratic zigzag course...

in the hopes that sudden direction

shifts will eventually tire the predator,

causing her

to give up the chase.

Smell the bacon, Jane?

I'm wondering

what's happening here. I mean,

we haven't been alone

together in a week.

We lost that great apartment...

because your lawyer supposedly

didn't get his act together,

which is okay,

I understand.

But as of Saturday,

I don't have a place to live.

Ray, what the hell's going on?

I don't think I can do this.

Do what?

This. Us.

What?

Why?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

There has to be a reason.

Just tell me what it is.

Jane, I'm sorry. L-I...

You deserve an answer,

and I don't think

I can explain it to you.

I thought we...

felt the same way:

Incredibly lucky to have...

- found th-the thing.

- I do.

And here you go.

- I did.

I...

I just think that we both

need to take a step back.

I mean we're talking about

a very serious move here.

L- I just wanted...

I still...

I don't even know

what I'm trying to say.

I feel like... such a jerk,

you know, believing

that this was, uh...

Listen to me.

I love you.

I... want us to be

important to each other.

Please don't do that.

Please go.

There are few things

sadder in this life...

than watching someone walk

away after they've left you,

watching the distance

between your bodies expand...

until there's nothing

but empty space...

and silence.

Remember,

time wounds all heels.

Eddie Alden.

Yeah, sure. Hold on.

Hi.

Are you all right?

Why?

Don't I look all right?

- You look like you hate my guts.

- I do hate your guts.

That's nice.

I don't blame you,

you know.

For what it's worth, this

hasn't been easy for me either.

Oh, yeah, you look

really... destroyed.

- Hey.

- Hey, Eddie.

Eddie, did you by any chance

ever find a roommate?

Well, no, actually.

Because the place I was supposed to

move into just suddenly fell apart...

and my apartment's

been re-rented...

and I was wondering

if the offer's still good.

- Y-You're moving in with Eddie?

- Maybe.

- What's the apartment like?

- Uh...

Just a two-bedroom loft, big

kitchen, lots of windows, living room.

Sounds amazing.

When can I see it?

- You're moving in with Eddie.

- How about tonight?

Perfect.

Everything is just perfect.

Hey.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- Here it is.

- It's huge.

Yup. Kitchen, living room,

whatever.

Uh, my bedroom, bathroom.

This would be your room.

What happened here?

Yeah, I got the urge to renovate

one night, but don't worry.

I'd have it fixed

by the time you moved in.

- You want a drink?

- Sure. Some water.

We don't have to share

a bathroom, do we?

Oh, no, I never,

ever use the bathroom.

So how'd you find

this place?

My ex-girlfriend worked

in an emergency room.

Whenever someone croaked, she'd check out

their address, see if it was rent control.

Eventually, we got lucky.

You lived with somebody?

- Yeah.

- For how long?

For... a while.

- So what do you think?

- I think I must be out of my mind.

- Hey!

- Thank you!

Sh*t.

Morphine for the pain.

Hey.

It was right after

she moved out.

I just took an ax

and started hacking away at it.

So I thought

opening up that wall...

might make it easier

to breathe or something.

I don't smoke.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You okay?

Oh, yeah.

What was her name?

Rebecca.

Put your shoes on.

We're going downstairs.

- What's downstairs?

- You'll see.

It's like there are two realities.

First, we're in love,

and it's incredible, it's perfect.

And then poof!

"Sorry, Jane.

Doesn't work for me

anymore. "

- How is that possible?

- Easy. You were living in a fantasy.

Romance, true love,

soul mates,

it's all bullshit.

None of it exists.

Trust me.

I speak from experience.

Man, she really did a

number on you, didn't she?

Well, don't sh*t

on my broken heart...

just because you converted to some

warped brand of romantic atheism.

Oh, man! Whoo!

It's called

self-preservation.

Oh, in other words, you narcotize

yourself with casual sex.

No, no, no. See, that implies

I'm avoiding reality...

when, in fact, I embrace it.

Don't underestimate

casual sex, Jane.

- It's very liberating.

- I'll bet.

I almost feel sorry for her.

What for?

I make no pretenses, okay?

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