Third Person Page #3
Please.
I guess I wish you'd written
about something more personal.
I mean, this is beautiful. It is, but cold.
Surprisingly what you always say about me.
I knew this was a mistake.
No, I can take criticism.
I hear it from my editor every day.
You're a party reporter, for Christ's sake.
I comment on society.
Well, then I am wrong,
because this is absolutely
up to the literary standards
of Women's Wear Daily.
It's Elaine, I have to take it.
Hi.
I lost my phone.
That's a drag.
Yeah, it's the worst thing
that's happened all month.
I had all of Robbie's pictures on it.
And I know you told me
to put them on my computer,
but I just didn't do it.
I'm sorry.
I went to the store.
They gave me a new number.
You could have kept your old number.
Do you want the number?
Yeah, give me a sec.
I'll put it in my phone.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Got it.
I miss you, Michael.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault. You're a romantic.
You love love.
It's people you don't have time for.
Listen...
So, how's the writing?
So good you wouldn't believe.
Sorry.
Is she there?
No.
Would you tell me if she were?
She's not.
Okay. I'll talk to you later.
Okay.
Don't talk about what you don't understand.
I'm sorry. I'm being insensitive.
I'm the one who just took
a call from my spouse
while I was with my lover.
That was stupid, I'm sorry.
That's the most overused word
in your vocabulary.
Anna, I really need you
to stop attacking me.
If you needed that, you
wouldn't be with me.
I left her.
Two weeks ago.
What did you tell her?
That I had fallen in
love with someone else.
What, me?
You love me?
That's what you've always said.
I do.
So, this is the way
you treat someone you love?
You don't even know what the word means.
- Anna.
- Don't touch me.
Do you think I care?
Do you think I could ever love
someone as deceitful as you?
No, f*** you.
This was not the deal.
Now you're gonna go and find someone
and f*** around on me.
- Stop this.
- Did you tell her who I was?
Did you?
No!
I'm going to my room. Thanks for the notes.
303 just called for housekeeping.
They had a "Do not disturb" on.
Welcome to show business.
Where'd you get a car?
They just counted it.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
You're not giving it to me?
I'm giving it to you, but
I have to go with you.
That wasn't the deal.
There was no deal.
There was no deal, I'm giving you my money.
No, you want it back.
No, I want to make sure
that you get there with it.
And you're going to protect me?
Like you did in bar?
These are danger people.
So, you shouldn't be going alone.
Hey, you can't drive through here.
Watch me.
Get out of the way! Jesus H. Christ!
Watch out. Move, move, move.
You have reached the law offices...
Excuse me.
Housekeeping!
Hello?
$10 phone card.
No $10, $20.
Excuse me.
Please leave a message.
Hey, look, I lost the address.
70th and what? Just call me back.
I'm on my way.
- Thank you for your time.
- You're very welcome.
She's late.
Unbelievable.
Well, should we go?
No.
Let's wait.
Jake, I'm so sorry, man.
I don't know where my head was.
No, you know what, I'm sorry.
I have this thing in 20 minutes.
F***ing book fairs.
I end up eating six times a day.
So, how's Elaine?
- She's good, good.
- Good.
Amazing woman.
How she's coping, I'll never know.
And Anna?
She would die that you're asking.
She thinks nobody knows about us.
Women have the incredible
gift of being able to deny any reality.
Listen, I was going to call you anyway
and tell you not to read those pages.
You know what, I finished
them on the plane.
I couldn't put them down.
I'm reworking it.
I shouldn't have sent it to you.
You know what, the writing's great.
I love the characters. That's not it.
The business has changed so much, Michael.
I wouldn't know how to market it.
I don't even recognize
our own house anymore.
I'm selling self-help cookbooks
by reality stars.
Somebody else will print it.
It'll make a fortune.
We'll be jealous as hell.
I really am sorry, Michael.
I do have this thing.
- Call me when you're back.
- Don't lie to me, you son of a b*tch!
- I'm a son of a b*tch?
- I've known you how long?
How long, Jake? Don't you dare lie to me.
Okay.
Your first book, stunning.
It was cruel and raw. No pity, no shame.
God, I used to proofread
your galleys sweating,
it was so f***ing brave.
Second book less so.
Third, fourth...
Now you have random characters
making various excuses for your life.
Michael, I was frankly
embarrassed to read it.
And I couldn't tell you that.
Wow.
That's...
Give my love to Elaine.
- Hello?
- You're a half hour late.
I know. I'm almost there. Where are you?
I told you, 70th and Lex.
- Sh*t.
- Where are you?
The West Side!
Get in a cab.
I don't have any money.
What?
Listen to me. Get in a cab now.
Okay? I'll meet you downstairs.
Oh, God! Okay.
Across town, 70th and Lex.
So, where is this place we're going?
You like that music?
Yeah. Why?
So, this is a friend's car?
You don't have friends?
So, the name of the place?
Or is it just called "Danger People"?
Here!
- Keep the change.
- I'm so, so sorry.
I'm going to the bathroom,
and then I'm going to leave.
Hey. Hey.
I'm sorry, okay?
Look, it's just, you know,
you try and tell people about someone,
and they don't believe you.
This is her.
She doesn't give a sh*t about anyone.
All right, we'll go.
I'll pull the car up.
Wait here.
Forty-five minutes is not
late, it's a no-show.
But she had an emergency.
- She's here now.
- And I have an appointment.
And I did do my homework, Miss Lowry.
I didn't need to see your client
to know that she fits the profile
of someone who'd commit this kind of act.
I can't believe this.
You arrogant b*tch,
you judge her before even seeing her!
That was her choice.
Good day.
- Will she see me?
- No. No, she won't.
And if I weren't working for you,
I wouldn't be here, either.
How could you be so f***ing irresponsible?
I came as soon as I could.
This is not my...
I know it's not your fault.
I don't know what really
happened with your son, Julia...
- What?
- ...but this should have been
the most important thing in your life,
and you weren't here.
And after a second negative report, you'll
be lucky if you ever see this kid again.
Maybe he deserves better.
Bye, Julia.
Are you okay?
I'm sorry, what?
Is there anything I can do?
Here.
Thank you.
Do you work here?
No.
Do you think it's okay if
I sit here for a while?
Sure.
Do you have any kids?
No.
Are you married?
No.
- I have to go.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Someone is waiting.
You're very kind.
I wish you were my friend.
Where are you going?
With you.
I want to dance.
Yes, miss.
Any idea of where I might do that?
Excuse me.
Hello.
Give him the money.
Please.
What do we have? English?
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