The Girl Is in Trouble Page #2

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at The Void.

He was fired for inappropriate

use of the restroom.

He would've gotten away with it

if they didn't wreck the sink,

causing the manager to check

the security tape.

And never mind about

his lady friend, Suzie Voight,

an aspiring fashion designer

over at the FIT.

Or even her roommate,

Ana from Bogot,

who moved here to intern

in documentary filmmaking.

Now this is where

it gets interesting.

Ana's co-worker Stephanie...

Stephanie, always told Ana about

a new guy she was seeing,

like the musician she met

a few weeks earlier named Eric.

I'll be back in a sec.

Eric had never told Stephanie

about his adventures in Stockholm.

Which brings us

full circle to the girl.

They met at a lounge

in Sdermalm

when Erick bought her

a drink after her set.

They spoke till dawn about

her love of music,

her need to find herself, and

her dream of living in New York.

Eric thought she was the one

and invited her to move into

his Lower East Side loft.

But the honeymoon ended fast

when they actually got

to know each other.

That's when he tossed her out.

For his own sense of closure,

he decided to delete her

from his "friend list."

But by then,

we were already directly linked.

And she was standing right next

to me in my apartment.

Is this f***ing real?

No.

Bullshit,

because I know these guys.

It's none of your business, OK?

What the f***.

- Who is it?

- Angel.

F***.

Who is it?

It's the f***ing brother

of the dead guy on your phone.

Do they think I'm involved?

I don't even know the guy!

What am I going to do?

Hold on one second, man!

How...?

What are we going to do?

We?

You have to help me now, OK?

You have to help me.

Yo. What up? What up?

What took you so damn long, man?

My bad, my bad.

It's good.

Smells like sex in here.

You got a broad in here, man?

I thought I heard

a woman voice in here.

No, just me, how the hell

you'd get in the building?

Sure you're not having sex?

Hey, you better be

wearing protection.

There is a lot of sh*t out

there, man, you're a dirty bird.

You're dirty f***ing bird.

Angel.

How you doing, man?

- Surviving.

- Surviving?

Surviving.

Why you surviving when

you can be living, man.

Yo, you and I should

get back in business.

August...

Those were good times...

I told you I'm done

with that sh*t, man.

And how you making ends meet?

This is past due, right?

Nosey motherf***er.

This one too, man.

You motherf***er, like yo...

I don't need you coming up here

and reminding me about this sh*t!

I know you're not here to talk

about business, so what's up?

- Straight to the point?

- Straight to the point.

I have some questions

about Jsus.

First, I gotta go take a piss.

Yo, Sparky, what you got?

Yeah, who's that nigga

that saw him?

Alright, I'll be there

in a minute.

Everything alright?

Jsus has been ghost.

We got a lead,

so I'm gonna go check it out.

If you hear anything,

let me know, right?

- Yeah.

- Right?

Yeah.

I'm gonna be the first one

to kick his ass

before my grandma gets to him.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Take your guitar and get out.

You gotta go.

- Let me think for a moment.

- No thinking.

If you want to think,

I can bring Angel back up here

and you can think with him.

Be careful with that!

It's important to me.

OK.

Right.

OK.

I'm asking you please

to leave my apartment.

Please.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

I didn't tell him nothing.

OK, just let me explain, right?

I was broke.

This guy talked really rich...

I thought I'd go with him

and if things go right,

I'd have a place to stay

and I can figure things out.

So we're doing cocaine

and we had fun.

And all of the sudden,

this friend-dealer shows up...

And all I remember is that we

were high out of our minds and...

Then they started to argue.

Arguing about what?

Arguing about

who's going to f*** me first.

I freaked out!

I ran, I hid in the closet.

All I remember,

I was holding my camera

watching Jsus getting murdered.

I wanted to help him but I knew

I'm gonna get killed next.

So I ran out, I called all

the numbers in my phone.

I don't know why, out of all the

people, it had to be you!

This is my f***ing life.

Sh*t always happens to me,

but no...

No, not this time.

If you need help,

you need to go to the cops.

No! I can't go to the police,

I don't trust the police!

By the way,

that guy is f***ing nuts!

And he said his father

is powerful and rich!

You said

you know this Nicholas, right?

Yeah, yeah...

He's a f***er,

I'd have a job right now

if it wasn't for him.

He is a f***er.

August, we have the phone

and the video.

And he might want it...

He might even need it back.

OK?

Why don't you talk to him?

What do you mean "talk to him"?

Signe?

What do you mean "talk to him"?

What I mean is,

you seem like you need help.

So you either kick me out,

or you talk to him,

and we all get

what we really need.

- F***ing Christ.

- August.

I need some air and some food.

Hey...

How do I know you won't

just walk out and turn me in?

You don't.

If Angel came to talk to me,

that means he's talked

to everyone else on the block.

You're probably already f***ed.

If he finds out I hid you here,

I'm f***ed.

If he finds out I lied about

his brother, I'm super-f***ed!

So as far as I'm concerned,

your sense of security doesn't

mean sh*t to me right now.

I didn't trust her.

What were the odds our fates

would cross this way?

That lead me to how

my money trouble started.

The guy's a better quarterback

his brother Patton.

Do you even watch football?

No, I think

he's better quarterback.

F***ing retard...

If was just community service I

got for sucker-punching a yuppie,

it would have been one thing.

It was a civil settlement that

really screwed me over.

Motherf***er!

I don't usually go Mohammed Ali

over stuff like that.

But that night I was

totally hammered

cause I was still upset by what

happened earlier that day.

Yo, where you at?

I just parked on Ave C.

Hurry up!

What's going on, B?

You know these windows

are illegally tinted, right?

Officer, I've been driving

for a year like this...

License, registration

and get out of the car.

Bingo.

Whoops.

Sugar for your coffee?

Turn around,

put your hands behind you back.

Jesus and I barely spoke

since his arrest.

Felt so guilty that

he got busted and I went free,

I got trashed just to get it

out of my head.

That lead

to punching the yuppie,

as the more I got wasted,

the deeper I drifted

into my mind.

It was also that night I got the

first tremors in my hand.

Too broke to see a doctor.

All this leads to Nicholas.

He always made me feel

invisible.

No shaving...

Thank you, Captain.

And for the hundredth time,

Nicholas didn't tip.

Why not get even

for Jsus and myself?

After all, it's partly my fault

that Jsus was dead

since I introduced Nicholas to him

to score drugs in the first place.

- You still got my number, right?

- Yeah, yeah.

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