The Girl Is in Trouble Page #3

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Pick up the water, too.

What the f*** are you doing?

The one time August retaliated,

I got fired.

That's when I remembered what

Jsus said to me once:

In life,

you either f*** or get f***ed.

Make sure it's you

doing the f***ing.

So even if I didn't trust her,

why not screw Nicholas

for 50 grand anyway?

So, you're just gonna go?

If you don't want me here,

I'll find my own way.

So what do you think?

Let's talk to him.

Nicholas wasn't all bad.

But to understand him

meant knowing his history.

His life had always been tied

to Wall Street

because his father, Charles,

created Feinman Securities in

Charles was one of the guys

who founded the NASDAQ

and revolutionized

the world of finance.

His maxed his profits by serving

only the most elite clients.

And by the 80s, Charles handled 18%

of transactions on Wall Street,

until he was hit hard

in the '87 stock market crash.

Feinman couldn't let this happen

again in the recession of the 90s,

so he created a formula to

provide

huge returns

on his clients' investments.

But he really stashed their

money into his own bank accounts

while giving them reports

of huge gains.

Soon he had billions in play,

but with the most

recent market crash,

investors rushed to cash out,

finding that he couldn't pay back

money that no longer existed.

Charles' one and only obssesion

was the company,

at the cost of other

relationships,

including with his son,

Nicholas.

Nicholas lost touch with his father

during his years at Princeton,

got tired of being

second to the company.

But after college, his desire

for his father's approval

drove him to Wharton Business School

and back into the family business.

I realize now that Nicholas was

just as lost as I was.

All that money and privilege could

never replace the love of a father.

Nicholas' most prized possession

was his violin.

Playing it was the only thing

that made him feel at ease.

But on that day, it couldn't

ease the guilt he felt

after what happened to Jsus.

She always thought fate

would bring her to New York.

She ran away to Stockholm from her

hometown of Skane at seventeen.

Though her parents loved her,

she felt they never understood her.

And Skane was too ordinary.

She can never be ordinary.

All she had was her music.

She got her first guitar as a

gift from her dad at thirteen.

She loved it so much that

she practiced non-stop.

In Stockholm, it wasn't much

better than Skane though.

She never found

her place there either.

She had to do things to make

money to pursue her music,

things she was

unable to confront.

Then she start running again.

And now in New York,

she still felt alone.

She joked once that even though

she had 221 friends

on her online profile,

there were still no one

to eat dinner with.

You can't live here

for free anymore, OK?

F*** the music sh*t!

You know I can't work.

I'm looking for gigs.

You got two weeks to move out!

And now that I got a girl here,

you're sh*t out of luck, OK?

She didn't want

to be hurt anymore.

And she was tired of running.

She felt like no matter

what she did,

she couldn't escape that feeling

she had since she was seventeen.

There was no place for her

in the world.

Somehow, as unlikely as it

seemed, we became connected.

I ripped my pants.

Can you turn round?

Cover your eyes.

- Can I help you?

- No, it's OK, I got it.

No, just give it to me.

Let me help you.

- No, it's OK...

- No, it's OK, trust me.

I used to sew my own dresses

when I was a little girl.

So, anyway...

I talked to a few people that I

used to work with, and apparently

this guy is a lot more loaded

than we thought.

His dad owns

some big securities firm.

I knew it.

You sure there's nothing else

you remember from that night?

I told you I'm trying to

block...

those memories from my mind.

All I can remember is blood.

If we're gonna do this,

you have to remember, OK?

What about before

you got to his place?

Anything he said?

Anything that happened?

We got very drunk at the bar.

I don't think he had cash because

he used his card for the taxi.

Yeah...

Before we got into the taxi

though, he called Jsus.

C'mon...

What about on the way there?

No, we just talked.

He said he loved music.

He plays violin.

Yeah, what else did he say?

I don't know...

I told him about Sweden.

He talked about New York.

We drove past a museum.

He said his family helped make

the Lower East Side what it is.

That they still contribute

to the museum.

Take a note to ask...

Hey, thanks for the clothes,

and letting me stay.

Yeah...

Yeah, you're welcome.

OK, here we go.

Great.

You keep on

checking out the window.

Yeah...

I'm two months behind

on my rent.

I gotta make sure my landlord

doesn't ambush me.

Oh, sorry but...

Yeah, thanks for...

...stitching my...

Yeah.

Now, what's so urgent about a

coat check girl you're banging?

This guy who's harassing her is

some f***ing security big-wig.

And the manager, the owners,

want me to look into it.

What's it have to do with me?

I figured anybody know anything

about these finance guys,

it'd be you,

Mr. Investigative Reporter.

Look, August, I don't have time

to chase some guy

who's screwing your girl?

Indy, don't do this, c'mon!

Who used to hook you up

back at Rutgers?

I mean who helped you lose

your f***ing virginity?

She was a hooker,

and you lied that

she was a transfer student!

- She put some hair on that chest.

- I was born with hair on my chest!

I'm gonna help you out,

but you gotta give me

more to go on.

Anything on the father?

All I got is the son, Nicholas,

tall, white, pretty boy.

Oh, that's great. Tall, white,

pretty boy named Nicholas?

That will really

narrow it down for me.

Is he WASP,

or one of the chosen?

I dunno. Apparently he said

something about

his father being the reason

Lower East Side what it is,

bragging to her about

contributing to some old museum.

If it's in the Lower East, it's

probably the Tenement Museum.

That's a start. At least, I'll

check out their donor records.

Oh sh*t, man,

I gotta pick up my daughter.

- Call you when I get a hint?

- Thank you.

Alright, brother,

in the meantime,

why don't you go home

and see if you can

keep your girl from f***ing

this guy for a few hours.

Signe?

Signe?

Yo, nix that sh*t, man! I can't

stand that f***in' dancehall.

Nigga, dancehall

can't stand you either, boy.

What's up Raul, Jos?

Wazzup, man.

Except we're waiting for

these punk-ass b*tches

to finish their game.

Sparky said you all was with

Jsus last night?

Supposed to hit this spot

that was the jump off,

all of a sudden that nigga

just peaced out.

But he said

he was supposed to meet us

at the courts today though,

so...

Did he say where he was going?

Nah, he just split.

He said something about Ludlow,

but I don't f*** around

there no more, yo,

I ain't tryin' to f*** with none of

these white b*tches no more, yo.

You tell Jsus,

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