The Girl Is in Trouble

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Anguishing groans from

an unidentified man.

More groaning, heavy breathing,

stifled cries.

Man's cries become louder,

more desperate.

Terrible screams.

It happened a year ago.

I wish I could tell this story

from beginning to end but

I don't remember it that way.

I do remember...

Freddy, you promised me

the gig was mine.

Well, I changed my mind.

I need someone whose name I can put

on the flyer and pack this room.

And that ain't you, pal.

Look, I got fired from The Void.

I need this shot, c'mon.

A real DJ gets this job.

I mean, what are you?

You're a nice guy,

but you ain't no real DJ.

Any idiot can be a iPod DJ.

At least tell me who you got?

What's up. How you're doing?

We're all set for you.

I'll give it an eye check.

What the f***, Rekles?

Yeah, Rekles!

He's got Serato,

he actually mixes the music...

Plus he's got like

5,000 fans on-line.

What do you got?

Look, it's just business bro.

It's just business...?

Sound of angry gesture.

The rest of the story is in fragments,

bits and pieces that jump around.

I was hung up

on chance and faith,

trying to figure out why

I was going nowhere.

That's when she came along.

Eric, open up!

Eric, I know you're in there!

Come on!

It's an emergency!

We had a deal. I told you

not to come back tonight.

I know,

I need to stay here tonight.

Eric? Who's at the door?

Nothing, baby,

I'll be back in a minute!

Go the f*** away.

If you're in trouble,

I don't wanna be involved.

Eric, please!

I swear I'll call the f***ing

cops!

OK, just let me get my things.

Signe, I'm dialing!

Stop, Jesus!

Just gimme my guitar.

And be careful with it!

My shoes!

Eric, f***, I'm barefoot!

Christ...

The girl was in trouble.

But it wouldn't have been

my problem if Peter,

the guy she called first,

had picked up his phone.

Or Igor, the photog was probably

snapping shots downtown.

Steven couldn't see his part.

He started a midnight gym

routine

after she joked that his tits

were bigger than hers.

And calling Rachel was

pointless.

Their fling ended badly

after she told Rachel

she was just exploring.

Rachel felt used.

That left me,

I was last on her list.

We met five weeks ago

at The Void,

I thought she was into me.

I got her digits, called her.

Never heard back until...

Hello?

August?

Hi!

Remember me?

The Swedish girl

you met at the The Void.

You're the girl who

doesn't call anybody back.

Yeah, I know,

I've been real busy.

I was wondering if you

wanna grab a drink or something?

I've been at The Void,

but I didn't see you.

Yeah, cause I got fired.

Oh...

Maybe I can help

to cheer you up.

Just one drink. Come on.

It'll be fun.

I dunno...

Hey listen...

I'm leaving the States

and I'd really love to see you.

It'll be worth your while.

I promise.

What to do.

Something about this

didn't sound right.

Then I remembered...

What did my horoscope say?

OK...

Meet me at Happy Ending,

Broome and Forsyth, 20 minutes.

OK, 20 minutes.

OK.

Are you nervous?

Terrified...

of your fashion sense.

What's going on with the get-up?

I got locked out of my

apartment.

So...

you need a place to crash?

Tell me this, you're just

locked out of their apartment

in a trench coat and flip-flops?

Are you waiting

for somebody else?

No.

Are you sure?

I just don't really wanna be

here.

If you get me...

Do you get me?

August.

Wow...

If I'd have known you were

that type of girl,

I would've paid you up front.

What are you doing with my

phone?

Don't touch that!

I'm about to call the police

to report a robbery,

I ain't using up my minutes,

this sh*t is expensive!

Put that down!

Are you kidding me, right?

You're going through my wallet,

now you want to get back

because I have your phone?

- You're crazy.

- Listen, I just needed some cash.

I put it back...

You don't know

what you're doing, OK?

Look, I should be kicking you

the f*** out.

But now you got me curious.

What do you got here?

Naughty pictures?

Who were you f***ing last night

before me?

Give it to me!

Don't! Don't!

August! August!

Is this real?

What the f*** I'm looking at.

It is f***ing real?

Ahhh...

It's the real to see death

right on front of you.

By the time it was all over,

this will be another thing

Nicholas and I

would have in common.

Does your father know?

What about your mother?

Mom's in the cottage

in Connecticut.

And you don't know

where the girl went?

No.

Let's forget

about the girl for now.

OK...

What is

your daily morning routine?

I go for a run and I practice

my...

Practice what?

OK.

Clean this all up.

Go for a drive, clear your mind.

Come back in an hour,

excercise,

practice whatever it is you do.

If she calls the cops,

I got friends there.

Your father's got friends there.

If she contacts you,

you call me immediately, huh?

Meantime, let's see what

I can learn about this...

I didn't mean for this to

happen.

Nobody ever does.

Abuela, I'm starvin'.

Where's your brother?

I dunno.

I said it a million times.

Do I look like his keeper?

There will be no food

for anyone here

until your brother comes home.

It's Sunday!

He is supposed to be here.

It's 11:
30. He was supposed

to be here at eleven.

If you don't show up on time

in this life,

you always be left behind

in the next.

Where are you going?

I gotta go eat.

I ain't living like this.

Abuela...

You can't get yourself

worked up like this,

Alright?

Alright?

Yo, Sparky...

What's up, nigga?

Yo, you see

my little brother around?

You sure?

Jsus!

Hey yo...

Wake your ass up!

Hello, Yuri...

Yeah, the new supply got done.

He had some family sh*t

to deal with.

Alright.

You f***in' amateur.

Angel's first clue was

in his brother's profile status.

Jsus was dealing again.

But Angel knew

where to look for him

because in the Lower East Side

veryone has a friend in common.

Even though I didn't know it,

the girl and I

were already linked,

but the chain starts with Jsus.

He friend-quested everyone

he dealt drugs to.

Most didn't accepted.

I was one of the few who did.

I came over with my parents from

Nigeria to Newark NJ at age of 7.

Yeah, people really do

emigrate to New Jersey.

All I wanted is to be a DJ.

I met a girl named Alicia and

had a short run

when she got me gigs with

the coked-out trust fund set.

I dropped out of college cause we

had plans for New York together.

Until she dumped me

for a Rastafarian.

My parents practically

disowned me.

I got a job bar-backing at

The Void on Ludman Street,

But every night I dreamed that I'd

be spinning all over the world,

Berlin, Amsterdam, London.

But I never get there until I saved

enough to buy a Serato Scratch.

Then, I'd be legit.

So to get back to the girl,

there's a few more people along the way.

But there is no need

to remember them all,

except for this guy... Amir.

He's the only friend

I could always count on.

There is definitely no need

to remember Jeremy.

He lasted less than a month

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