The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him Page #5
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- 2013
- 89 min
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You know, before you,
I had no idea who I was.
Then when we were together,
I thought I had it all figured out.
Now I'm just back to wondering again.
Well, when you figure it out,
tell me how, OK?
OK.
Let's get out of here.
- What?
- Let's go.
- Right now?
- Yeah. That's the idea.
Uh...
I don't believe in wasting time.
OK.
Yeah, uh...
Don't forget to fill it up
before you drop it off.
You got it.
...thunderstorms
moving in this evening.
Heavy rain expected
across the tristate...
That...
- What are you doing?
- Do you... want to listen to that?
Yeah. Suck it up, Ludlow.
Is it gonna rain?
F*** me!
Of course we get the car
with the retarded wipers.
We could just wait it out.
What are we doing here?
You tell me.
You're the one who said
that we needed to talk.
You stalked me,
you went to my parents' house.
What are we doing here?
Just recently, like an hour ago,
you walked into my bar
and you suggested we drive aimlessly
into the perfect f***ing storm here.
This is funny.
Yeah.
Yeah,
it's f***in' hilarious.
You know, for a while there,
I thought we'd actually pieced together
a pretty decent life.
I have to move everything out
of the apartment next week.
Do you want me to keep anything for you?
Where will you move to?
I don't know.
I could stay with my dad for a little
while, till I get things figured out.
How is he?
Oh...
I'm pretty certain he's losing his mind.
Fernanda left him.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
He's getting all talkative.
Waxing philosophical.
Same sh*t he pulls every time
he's between significant others.
I think it's probably more than that.
Yeah, maybe.
At least you guys are talking.
Yeah.
What'd you tell your parents about us?
What would I say?
That we're fabulous.
I feel like we're living
some dreadful disaster clich?.
We are.
You're sopping wet!
Oh, you noticed? Thank you.
Wait...
- No, no, no, no.
- No, wait, wait.
- Shh, shh, shh.
- Just a second, wait.
Uh, sh*t.
I'm sorry.
It doesn't matter.
What do you mean, it doesn't matter?
Get off me.
- Don't... El, come on.
- Get off.
What do you mean, it doesn't matter?
Get over yourself, Conor.
- You don't care?
- No.
That's bullshit. I know you care.
El, you're supposed to say, "What the
f*** are you thinking, Conor?"
You're supposed to say,
"You're a selfish piece of sh*t. "
No.
We're past that.
And you just said it for me.
Come on, let's go back to the city.
I'm gonna get out of here.
Hey, Phoebe.
- Hey, how are you?
- Hey, how are you?
Good. Your hair got long.
- Not really.
- Yeah.
He's in his spot.
You could make this place your own,
if you want.
Do what you like with it.
Seriously, I...
I'm done.
Used to be pretty cool,
once upon a time.
Some of the same faces still show up,
except more wrinkled.
Some of them less so.
The Stones were in last week,
after playing the Garden, but...
mostly people are just fading away.
I've been doing this way too long.
I think you done pretty good.
Yeah, well, complacency
scares the sh*t out of me.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Then how's this?
I, uh, forfeited the loan
the bank gave me,
I'm losing the lease on my bar...
Eleanor's gone...
with the f***ing wind.
I'm 33 years old,
and my life's a f***ing boat wreck.
I'm in my 60s.
I lost a grandson this year that I'm
basically forbidden to talk about,
my third wife just walked out on me,
and I come here every afternoon
to this restaurant
named after your mother.
It's time to shoot the crow.
Where are you gonna go?
You gonna fly off
to Never-Never Land?
Become a Buddhist?
Tell you what, you can return
and enlighten us all.
Oh, f*** enlightenment.
way of dealing with reality.
What are you doing here, anyway?
I was... I was just
in the neighborhood.
"Just in the neighborhood. "
What is it?
Do you ever wonder why we fall in love
with a specific person?
Not really.
I think to myself,
"Something's wrong here,
but I can't quite put my finger
on what it is. "
There's always one that haunts us.
So give her time.
It's the right thing to do,
given the circumstances.
Circumstances suck.
Yeah.
I really forbid you
from talking about him?
Uh-huh.
What the f*** are you gonna say to me?
Ever since he...
Ever since what happened happened,
any thought or,
or memory of him
has been something
just to run my mind
as far as f*** away from
as I can get, and...
A shooting star only lasts a second,
but... aren't you glad
to at least have seen it?
That's nice.
It's a little Hallmark,
but it's nice.
I mean it, it's nice.
You have a delicate soul, Dad.
Oh, nobody ever said that to me before.
You know, we're in imminent
danger of sappiness.
Oh, we can't have that, can we?
Mm-mm.
- You hungry?
- Yeah.
I'll fix you something up.
OK.
Hey, you got my drinks?
Yeah. Does anyone else work here?
- Not right now.
- Guess what?
- What?
- No more beer.
Ah, shocker. All right.
Hey, this is the last
of the beer, so drink it slowly.
However, there's plenty more liquor.
Enjoy.
Table four, right?
Yeah. Thank you.
Hey, guys.
Get you a beverage?
- Uh... uh...
- Baby?
Uh... just a beer, please?
Uh, actually, we're
all out of beer right now.
Oh, um, then just a glass
of red wine would be good.
You got it. And for you, sir?
- Same.
- OK.
Something wrong?
Uh... no, no.
I'll- I'll get you your drinks.
" Sia?
Yes?
- Two reds, table four.
- Got it.
Hey, Stu, where's Alexis?
Hello?
- Hey.
- What? Oh, I'm not taking a sh*t.
- We're smoking it.
- I don't even want to know.
Can I interrupt you two
for just a second?
- Mm-hmm.
- I have something very important
to ask you, for probably the last time.
Shouldn't you be cooking
some f***ing food?
Come on.
- All right. You're right.
- Me, me, me.
Mm, are you guys f***ing?
Hey, get the f*** out of here.
Come on, go make some mediocre bar food.
Stupid.
Come here. Come here, come here.
- I love you.
- I lov... Ooh, yeah, I love you.
Go. Go.
Wash your hands, OK?
Should we get back in there?
So...
- Here we are in the bathroom.
- Here we are.
- Alexis, about the other...
- So, you two
gallop off into the sunset
the other day?
Oh, yeah.
Didn't you hear?
Happy ending and everything.
You know, I could fall
madly in love with you.
I'm not sure that would be
the smartest thing.
Why is that?
You know, it's funny how a person,
just by living,
can damage another person beyond repair.
How's that funny?
I don't know.
This is why I'm not a bartender.
Don't wipe your shirt...
- Ready?
- This kitchen is closed forever!
Yeah!
Did you throw that glass?
This is his place.
Don't worry about it.
He's the only one who can throw them.
- No, not...
- Oh, give me a kiss, give me a kiss.
- Give me a kiss, lady.
- Aw...
- Ah.
- Ah.
Hey!
Hey!
How much do I owe you?
What?
How much do I owe you?
I don't remember.
Hello?
Hey, baby.
Um...
no, I'm, I'm lying on the sidewalk.
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