Third Person Page #2

It's nice.

I can exchange it.

No, I'll find someone to give it to.

She may have something for him, too.

She's just waiting to

see if he deserves it.

He doesn't.

He might.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me, excuse me, scusa me, scusi.

Hey, she left this.

She left this. The woman, she left her bag.

The woman.

A what?

It's not a... bomba.

It's not a bomba, it's a...

Will you tell him...

Tell him that it's not a bomb.

It's not a bomb. No, no, no.

Whoa. Hey.

Bar Americano.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, mister! Mister, you must leave it.

You must leave it. It's a bomb.

- It's not a bomb.

- You listen.

Listen to me, listen to me. It's a bomba.

It's not a bomba. It's not a bomba.

It's a bag with a monkey.

Who puts a monkey on a bomb?

No, no, no, it's a bomb,

it's a bomb, it's a bomb.

It's not a bomb. It's not a bomb.

It's children's clothing.

Children's clothing, see? See for yourself.

- What'd he say?

- He say it could be a shoe bomb.

A shoe bomb? It's not a shoe bomb.

Does this look like a shoe bomb?

Why do you guys always

make it a soap opera? Look.

Take this, okay?

If she comes back,

you give her the bag, okay?

It's not a bomba.

So, when do you think you'll read it?

Oh, God! You are relentless.

I know it's good.

I just need to know

if older readers will understand it.

Why don't you want to tell me about yours?

Because I think it might stink.

God, you like to suffer.

Jake's reading the first few chapters,

so I guess he'll tell me soon enough.

You have a Pulitzer, it doesn't stink.

You haven't read it.

- Do you want me to?

- No way.

Then shut up. You're brilliant.

It's the only reason I'm with you.

So, you are with me?

You don't even want to tell me

what it's about?

It's...

It's supposed to be about a man

who can only feel through

the characters he creates.

You should be able to write

the hell out of that.

But it keeps trying to be something else.

- What?

- I don't know. I don't know.

Hence the problem.

You should be writing about me. Are you?

- I write about what I know.

- And you know me.

And I fictionalize what I can't comprehend.

That's a lot of fiction.

So, it's not about me?

You know, if I don't find a use for you

soon, I'm gonna have to get rid of you.

You've been saying that

for the last two years.

- Isn't gonna happen.

- Really? Watch me.

Stop.

What?

You're smiling again.

I wouldn't do that. Someone might see.

Hey! Come on.

Fold, lift and tuck, okay?

- Got it.

- Just do the list.

Soap, shampoo, notepaper.

All on the list.

So, you're an actress?

You study for movie?

Actress? No.

Well, I used to be.

I was in a soap opera.

- Oh, no sh*t.

- Yeah, yeah.

I got the job 'cause I could cry on cue.

- So, you are movie star.

- No.

Yeah. Why you stop?

To have a baby.

A man got you pregnant.

Yeah.

They always do.

Yeah.

Housekeeping.

- What's going on?

- What's going on?

I had 5,000 euros in this bag.

I tell you, it was in here!

What did you say? What did he say?

- What? You had my bag?

- For two seconds.

I found it, I was looking for you.

Out. And you, too, out!

Now you speak English.

Don't make me call police, okay?

Give me my money, I go, no problem.

F***ing zingara.

You call me thief in my restaurant?

No, you call this restaurant?

- Cockroaches refuse to eat here!

- Everybody calm down.

- Give me my money!

- Take it easy.

Don't you touch me!

Don't touch me, stronzo!

You know the meaning

of the word "a**hole"?

A**hole!

Are you all right?

The guy's a jerk.

Miss, miss, the train

station's the other way.

You need money for a ticket?

You want to help, go get my money.

Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't

have left the bag.

Or steal my money!

Lady, if I stole your money,

why would I come back?

You know, it's my daughter's money.

Ask her to forgive you, not me!

All right, let's go back right now

and call the police, okay?

Call the police and they're

going to believe me? Leave me alone!

Miss. Miss.

Are you trying to kill me off?

I'm gonna take a nap. I'll see you later.

Wrong floor.

Anna.

You took your own room?

Now you're gonna start on that.

Is nothing good enough for you?

I thought you came here

to spend the week with me.

Did I say in the same room?

Enough people are talking about us already.

If you don't want to be seen with me,

why did we just go

to the best restaurant in town?

Please, that is not the best restaurant.

- God!

- Listen, I have a reputation.

I know you don't care about that,

but it means something to me.

Anna.

I'm sorry.

You say that word so often

it has no meaning.

F***.

Sure you don't want one?

It's really very good.

The money was for your daughter?

What did she need it for?

Somebody put her on the boat.

It was 5,000 euros.

To get her off the boat is 5,000 more.

Why a boat? I'm not...

I mean, can't you just drive from Romania?

Romania? You see, you know everything.

Well, what happens now?

Where's her father?

You know, you are not

an easy woman to get to know.

No, you... You are my new best friend.

What if I can get you the money?

I'm not worth 5,000 euros.

- Did I say I wanted to f*** you?

- You have nice suit for priest.

And you don't look like a whore to me.

I'm sorry, signore.

We have no more rooms. Very busy.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- They have rooms, but not for me, okay?

It's okay. You know, you can have my bed.

I'll sleep in a chair.

For how long?

What do you mean? All night.

No, I go sleep in station.

What...

You must need sex very badly.

Watch me.

Watch you what, buddy?

- Hi.

- Hey.

I'm afraid I took your robe earlier.

- You did.

- I'm afraid.

So, you've come to return it?

Well, yeah. I felt bad.

I mean, I thought

you might need it in the morning.

- Well, there's two.

- There are?

Yeah.

Now I feel foolish.

But it might be damp.

I showered earlier.

So, you do need this one?

Couldn't hurt.

Pick it up.

Hand it to me.

Wow.

- Thank you.

- Wait...

Open the door!

Sorry. Tired. Comes with age.

You...

You have my key.

Key? Oh.

It's in the pocket.

You are such an a**hole.

It's me. You're probably asleep.

I'll try the...

Message deleted.

Hello?

Gina's apartment flooded,

and I have to be

at a deposition in 20 minutes.

- So, what's wrong?

- Other than that?

Dr. Gertner had to change

the meeting to her office.

I'm gonna text you the address.

No, no, no, no, I'm almost out of minutes.

I don't know what that means.

It means I'm on a prepaid phone

and I'm almost out of minutes.

Besides, I'm not even supposed to be on it.

Seriously?

Okay, write this down.

Wait. Okay.

Okay.

221 East 70th Street.

Got it?

I got to go.

Oh, sh*t! I'm so sorry.

Oh, God!

You know what, I'll just...

I'll come back when you're done.

I'm so sorry.

- Want some?

- That bad, was it?

You really want to hear what I have to say?

Okay. It's well-crafted.

Your structure's clever.

Clever.

- You don't want to hear this?

- No, I...

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