Meanwhile (2011) Movie Script
(soft guitar music)
(tools clinking and man grunting)
the rain fell in buckets
the sky was lonely too
I brought this wine for me and you
at the edge of all the darkness
there was always something new
Mary went away
and I chose to stay
there was so much I had to do
at the edge of all the darkness
there was always something new
(footsteps on stairs)
time was like a prison
the streets were there at hand
I tried to find out who I am
and down in all my imperfections
I was lonelier than you
(clink)
(shoes hit the floor)
(waistband snaps)
(door shuts)
(cars whooshing by)
(footsteps)
(beep)
- [Man] I need to get
more minutes on my phone.
- Okay. Cash or credit?
- Amex.
- Okay.
(beeping)
- Uh, there's a problem with the card.
- With the Amex?
Try the Visa.
- Okay.
(clicking)
(beeping)
Sorry, no good.
- Fuck.
- [Cashier] You could pay cash.
- No thanks.
(crane banging)
(slow, pleasant music)
(beeping)
(beeping)
(slow, pleasant music)
(beeping)
(traffic in background)
- You got a light?
(traffic whooshing by)
What are you doing?
- I was just wondering what a person
would actually have to
do if they wanted to
jump off the famous
Brooklyn Bridge these days.
- You're not thinking of jumping, are you?
- That's none of your business.
(traffic whoosing by)
From this height?
Certainly from the height
of the middle of the bridge,
a falling body would encounter the water
as if the water were concrete.
- Walk withe me over to
Manhattan and let's get a coffee.
- Thank you. No.
I'm headed in the other direction.
- You got a cell phone?
- Yes.
- Punch my number into it.
- No.
- Can I use your phone to make a call?
- Miho? It's Joseph.
Yeah. Down here on the bridge.
Looking right at your
apartment. Can you see me?
- I cannot see you because
I am in Shanghai, China.
- Shanghai?
You're in Shanghai right now?
- Yes. Is everything okay?
- I just wanted to borrow
that inflatable bed you have.
Yeah, Wendy and I had a sort of,
you know ... It's over, I guess.
Yeah, she wants to marry Phil.
You know, the attorney?
- Oh, yes, of course.
Do you need any place to stay?
- I'm fine. Don't bother.
I was just planning on staying ... What?
- I will be here in Shanghai for a week.
- Well, yeah.
If I could stay there all
week, that would be great.
Can I get the keys from Hal?
- Yes, he has extra set of
keys at his apartment uptown.
(phone rings)
- Possible Films. Tuesday speaking.
- Tuesday, this is Miho.
- Oh, hello. How are you?
- I'm fine. Is the husband there?
- No. He's not. He's out at a meeting.
- Listen. A friend,
Joseph, will call today.
- Joseph.
- Yes. He needs extra set
of keys to my apartment.
- Okay. I have them.
Is this Mr Fulton, the film producer?
- Is he film producer?
- I think so. He was here the
other day talking to the boss
about international
financing for the new movie.
- I thought he is a
drummer in a jazz band.
- Seems a little shady to me.
- Joe?
- Yeah, don't you think?
A little desperate.
What about that briefcase?
- Joe is okay. He can fix anything.
- That's true. He got the WiFi
working here in the office
and fixed my computer.
(bell dinging)
- Listen. I have to go now. Thank you.
- Bye. See you next week.
(car horn honking)
(traffic sounds)
- [Woman] Let me check.
- [Joseph] There's at least
$3,000 dollars in that account.
- And you pay the Amex
bill from this account?
- Automatically. Every month.
- Oh. I see.
- I can't even get any
money out of an ATM.
- Your assets have been frozen.
- [Joseph] What?
- The state of New York
has frozen your account.
(taxi whooshes by)
- Windows.
Modern, standard windows that
are used all over Europe,
but the ones I think are best
are manufactured in Germany.
I gave you those names,
right? You got those?
- Yeah, right here.
How are they different?
- They're more energy efficient,
they let in more light,
they're less easy to break
into, they're more attractive,
all that stuff. But, the
energy efficiency is, I think,
the real selling point.
- You want to import these
windows to the states?
- All I have to do first is
make a deal with the contractor.
Sullivan Powers Flynn
will be building all those
new condos over in Brooklyn.
Google the New York State Department
of Taxation and Finance.
- What do they have to do with this?
- Nothing. The fuckers
have frozen my assets
for some mysterious reason.
- There it is.
- At least two of those
condos in Williamsburg
were designed by firms in Sweden.
The dimensions are right.
Standard European windows
will fit perfectly.
I just need the capitol
to buy the windows and get them over here.
Then,
(phone keys beeping)
once we make money on those
first few building projects,
we can order the Germans to
make the windows to scale
for conventional American
home construction.
Pretty soon, the federal
government is sure to be offering
tax incentives for ecologically
friendly manufacturing,
and so on. Hold on.
English.
Other.
071-52-9189
- [Man] Want a coffee?
- Yes, thanks.
(footsteps)
Penalties.
Hello?
Yes.
My assets have been frozen.
I don't know.
I filed on time, I paid what I owed.
From 2005?
I underpaid in 2005. How much?
$200 dollars.
Well, I don't recall receiving any notice.
It was four years ago.
What address have you got on file?
East 76th street. Fuck.
No, I'm sorry.
Well, how can I pay you when
you've frozen my bank account?
Uh-huh.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] What about the contract?
- I've only had one phone call,
but I'm tight with the Swedish architects,
and they can force it through.
- We need a business
plan right away, though.
- No problem. It's all in my head.
- I thought you were a drummer.
- I am a drummer.
- See you later.
(touch-tone dialing)
(phone ringing)
- Possible Films. Tuesday speaking.
- [Joseph] Yeah, it's Joseph.
- Hello Mr Fulton. He's not in.
- [Joseph] Can I come get
the keys to Miho's place?
She call you?
- Yes, she did.
I have them here.
I'm leaving at noon,
but the cleaning lady will be
here between 3:30 and 5:00.
- Between 3:30 and 5:00. Okay.
I have some things I have
to do downtown first anyway.
What's the cleaning lady's name?
- [Tuesday] Consuela.
- Consuela, right.
(dial tone)
- He's up to something.
- Where is Baird Street?
- Baird? In Chinatown?
- Baird and Mott.
- That's in Chinatown.
- Near here?
- No, it's like 15 blocks away.
- [Man in black tank top] Which way? How?
- You're gonna push this stuff
all the way to Chinatown?
- There's no place to park around here.
- So your truck's up in Chinatown?
- Baird Street.
- Dude, you can't push this thing
all the way to Chinatown.
- My truck is on Baird Street.
- All right. Leave the stuff here with me
and go get your truck.
You can load it up here
in a minute and be off.
I've got an hour to kill.
- I don't know how to get to Baird Street.
- I'll tell you how.
It'll take you half-an-hour at most
to walk up there and drive back.
- Too much traffic.
Too many streets, all one way.
(jackhammer)
(light, playful music)
(horn honks)
(horn beeping)
(people chattering in background)
- [Radio] The Coastguard
point out the tide-
(tuning radio)
has been carried far out
into the harbor by now.
(tuning radio)
by the New York City Police
that an unidentified person
climbed over the Brooklyn-bound lanes
of the Brooklyn Bridge
at approximately 10:15 this morning
and leapt to what we
believe is their death
in the East River.
From the Brooklyn Bridge,
this is Thomas Chinowski,
for New York One.
(Dramatic music)
(slow, soft, l music)
- I can't go home.
I got into a fight with my mom
and I owe this girl money.
I had that job
but they fired me, for ...
I don't know.
I made mistakes ...
About ...
I'm just no good at it.
I'm so ...
Dumb.
I can't go home.
And, and ...
(footsteps walk away)
(door slams)
- So, he goes el bano?
- Donde esta el bano.
- Donde esta.
- Just say el bano.
The bathroom.
Everyone knows.
(horn honks)
- I was just wondering
what a person would actually have to do
if they wanted to jump off
the famous Brooklyn Bridge these days.
- You! You!
- Uh, Lori, right?
- You owe me money!
I owe you money?
- For that commercial video
thing I did last month?
I was one of the models,
and I didn't get paid.
- Okay. Now I remember.
- [Model] Pay me now!
- [Joseph] I can't pay you now.
- And ... and ...
- Okay. Here. Sit.
- Fuck.
- Easy.
- I ought to just do everybody
a favor and kill myself.
- Hey!
Shut up!
- I'm hungry.
- Okay. Understood.
Just no more of this fucking drama.
This is all I have right now.
- Are you kidding me?
- It's all I've got.
Gimme your number. I'll
track down your money.
And I'll get it to you.
(model sighs)
- I'm out of minutes.
- Okay, listen. Tomorrow.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Be at this address.
I'll pay you what I owe you.
It's the corner of
Broad and Stone streets.
- Where is this?
- Near South Ferry.
Financial district.
Ask people the way. It's easy.
There's a pizzeria on the corner
and an ATM right outside.
I'll be there.
I'll have your money.
Okay?
Okay?
Nine o'clock.
- Okay.
(footsteps)
- [Man] Maybe it's a new guitar.
(light, upbeat guitar music)
(drums enter the music)
tell me what your name is
can I take you to a show
let me set a light
all around your heaven
find out everything you know
walk down a city street
forget about what you've seen
I'm the only innocent machine
(fast, upbeat music)
my boss gave me my walking shoes
said I looked to good to use
you'll see her wear it now
while standing in the unemployment line
but I ain't handy I'm a dandy man
and the money is sure to hit the sky
but I want to go out this Saturday night
I wanna dress up like a fancy cook
sit right down and read a book
I ain't handy I'm a dandy man
- Maybe something slow. Uh ...
You listened to the CD, right?
Do you know If I Fell?
- That's the waltz?
- Yeah. That's the waltz, yeah.
I'm gonna start, and
then you'll just come in.
He'll cue you.
When he comes in, you come in.
- Okay.
without making your own
when the world's so confusing
even now that I'm grown
but I still find myself
with my hands in the flames
I'm afraid of
the things that I've done
and all the love that I've scattered
on the days of my times
all the sorrows I've scattered
in whiskey and wine
- So, it says here that
you toured with Vince Papo?
- Uh, yeah. Seven shows in
Stockholm in the spring.
Berlin, Prague. You know,
the usual short tour.
- Well, we have a couple
more people to check out,
but thanks for coming.
(slow, questioning music)
- Do these shoes go with this outfit?
(footsteps)
I thought so.
Thanks.
(subway rushing by)
(beeping)
(cars whooshing by)
(footsteps)
(traffic sounds)
(footsteps)
(footsteps)
- Your brother's here.
(footsteps)
- [Joseph's brother] Hey.
- Hey.
- [Joseph's brother] What's going on?
- Just passing by and had some time.
I'm on my way up to see Natalie.
Thought I'd stop in and see you, too.
- You okay? You need money?
- No.
I'm fine. Things are good. Busy.
- God, I wish I had your life.
- Get out of here.
What do you call all this?
- I don't know.
What do you call this?
- You've been her for 20 years, dude.
- I don't even know
what we do here anymore.
I know it used to be about
manufacturing parts for Xerox machines.
Now it's all about some sort of
photo optimized computer
chip for cell phones,
and everyone in charge
is like half my age.
I won't be here for long.
- How are the kids?
- [Joseph's brother] Expensive.
- And Maureen?
- Less expensive, but difficult.
Hey, did you produce that movie
about what's-his-name yet?
That Stations of the Cross, or whatever?
- No. Not yet.
Mostly just these advertising
videos for an online marketer.
The real thing, though,
the real thing has to do with windows.
- Windows?
- Importing windows from Europe
for use in green technology
building projects.
- Wow. This is unlike you.
- Is it?
No. This is me.
I guess.
- Yeah. No. This is me.
(phone rings)
If this goes down, it will be big.
- [Joseph's brother] What's involved?
- An equity investment group in Ohio
my friend Mike is pitching it to.
I'll know more by later today or tomorrow.
- You're amazing.
- Well. Let's see what happens.
- It'll happen.
You sure you don't need money?
- Hey. What, do I look in a bad way?
- No. It's just I haven't
seen you in like nine months
and that's the outfit
you were wearing then.
- This is my look.
I had a gig in Brooklyn last night.
This is my look.
- If this window import
thing goes down, let me know,
because I may need a job,
and I'm a manager, that's what I do.
That's a good idea.
- Right, Claire? I'm a manager?
- He's a manager. That's true.
I'm his secretary.
They need you to review that.
- Okay, brother.
I'll be in touch.
(slow, doubtful music)
(subway rushing by)
(horn honking)
(traffic noises)
(horn honking)
(horn honking)
(latches opening)
(latches closing)
(slow, determined music)
- What are you doing here?
- I thought you wouldn't be
working. It's Wednesday, right?
- Well, Chuck got in a car
accident. I'm filling in.
- Is he okay?
- Yeah.
He just hurt his elbow.
He'll be back by the weekend.
- Look, I'm sorry. I didn't -
- No. Never mind.
Oh. Here. You want to
call my little sister?
- Hey. Come on. I'll just leave then.
- Oh, stop. I'm sorry.
Not really, but anyway.
- She came on to me,
and you were on vacation
with the well-dressed
real estate mogul.
- That was not hanky-panky.
I was trying to get a job.
- Besides, you and me never had
any kind of permanent thing.
What the fuck was the problem?
- She is half your age.
- That was not a problem for her.
- What are you drinking?
- I just came in to sit down.
- [Woman] What?
- I have to walk all the
way up to 157th street.
- To borrow money?
- To get a set of keys.
- Typical.
- [Man] Armond?
- Excuse me?
- Are you Armond?
- No. Sorry.
Excuse me.
You're the author, right?
The novelist?
- Yes, I am.
- Cheers.
I like your books.
- Thank you.
- Is everything okay?
- My typewriter's broken.
- Is that your typewriter?
- Yeah.
- I didn't think they still made them.
- They don't, but there's a man, Armond,
who still fixes them.
Or, to be precise,
his son, also named
Armond, who fixes them.
Armond the elder died, I guess.
He's fixed it before,
but I always had to
mail it to this address,
and it would come back,
repaired, a week or two later.
I called the old number and
the answering machine told me
to deliver the typewriter here personally
between noon and two on Wednesdays.
- You've been waiting
here that whole time?
- [Writer] Yeah.
- Well, let me take a look at it.
Do you mind?
Oh, nice.
- You like machines, I see.
- What's the problem in here?
- The keys jam.
- Rust.
Metal shavings all mucked up
with dust, dandruff, cigarette ash.
- That sounds like me.
- Leah, you got a lemon?
- Beautiful girl in a bad mood.
You could write a book about it.
- You have. A few times, right?
- Yes, it's sort of my subject.
- The acid from the lemon
juice loosens the grime,
that's all it is.
WD-40. Fixes everything.
I always need it for my drum kit.
- Ah, so you're a drummer.
- That too.
Different things.
I acted in a movie once
that never got distributed.
I wrote a novel that almost got published.
I might produce a movie.
Recently, I make video content
for an online ad agency.
And, I'm trying to get this
import business started.
Construction material.
Windows.
Particularly.
(shaking typewriter)
(keys tapping)
- Perfect.
Thank you.
- Yeah?
You sure?
- Let me pay you something.
- No.
- But I would have paid
Armond Jr $200 dollars.
- No. Thank you.
No.
- At least let me buy you a drink.
(keys tapping)
What is your novel about?
- Love.
Jealousy.
Regret.
Compassion.
- [Writer] A tragedy.
- [Joseph] You think?
- Well, a comedy is supposed
to end better than it began.
A tragedy, worse.
- Life is never that clear, is it?
- Tragedy elevates us through sorrow,
and comedy makes us forget.
That's how it goes.
Anyway.
(glasses clink)
- I wrote about a man
who doesn't love anyone or anything
anymore than he loves anyone else
or any other thing.
- Very existentialist.
- You think so?
- Interior, I imagine. Not much action.
- No one makes it to page 20.
- [Writer] Novelist, drummer,
actor, movie producer,
entrepreneur. You've
got a lot on your plate.
- It's harder to hit a moving target.
- I'm curious. What drives you?
- You mean psychological motivation?
- Sorry. Characters are my business.
I'm interested professionally.
- Success.
- Really? Worldly success?
- Yeah.
- That's all?
- I'd settle for that.
Of course, if some
opportunity for some artistic
or spiritual transcendence
presented itself,
I'd go for that, too.
As long as I didn't have
to make a fool of myself.
- A skeptic.
- I keep thinking that if I had
some sort of success at something,
on the other side of that success
there would be a little
more air to breathe.
More space.
A minute would have 63 seconds.
- And a mystic.
- It's only the whiskey talking.
I think a man gets a smell
about him at a certain point.
The unsuccessful smell.
The odor of failure.
He's got to beat that.
Outrun it.
Or just accept it.
Live without such expectations.
I've read in books that
there's such a thing as
the quiet, happy, and uneventful life.
But you might, and I mean no offense,
you may not know this.
You had your first big
success in, what? Your 20s?
- Thirty-two, but it didn't last long.
Thirty years later I'm still milking it.
- Still, you had it.
Something to build on.
Some concrete success.
- I'd like to do something
different, though.
- Can't you?
- I'm afraid.
- Really?
- People like what they know.
To change, to explore,
it's a risky business.
- But you're you.
- I might not be me if
I did something new.
Even worse, I might be me, but in ruins.
I admit it. I lack the courage
to challenge the world that way again.
Can I offer you a ride somewhere?
I have a car waiting outside.
it's you I want only
I will not be denied
Send me your book.
- Really?
- Sure.
- I'm told it's really bad.
- That's okay. I've read
all the really good books.
- Okay. I will.
Thanks for the ride.
- Take care, my friend.
(buzzer)
- [Woman on intercom] Hello?
- Natalie?
It's me, Joseph.
- [Natalie] Oh. Wow. Hey!
- Let me in?
(buzzer)
- [Natalie] I was just
rehearsing my lines.
- Were you ever gonna tell me
about this mail that was coming for me?
- Oh, I thought that you knew all about it
and found it unimportant.
- And so you saved them
all nice and neat like
here on the table since 2005.
- Hey. You should have formally notified
the New York State Department
of Taxation and Finance
about your change of address.
- What are you working on?
- Law and Order.
I'm a semi-regular recurring role now.
- Good for you.
You got a Coke in here or something?
- Of course not. Have a cup of yogurt.
- Who's the man in your
life that drinks Heineken?
You look good, Natalie.
- Oh, I haven't even, you
know ... Just woke up and all.
So, how's your project coming along?
- What project is that?
- The movie.
The Stations of the Cross.
Jesus.
The crucifixion.
So dramatic!
- Yeah, well, I need to
talk to you about that.
- I'm still interested, you know.
In the role of Mary Magdalene?
I'd love to play Jesus'
lover ... It wouldn't ...
I'm sure Law and Order
would give me the time off.
- [Joseph] The director likes
you and he knows who you are.
- Really?
- [Joseph] Yeah.
But, well, the thing is, he
thinks you'd be better cast
in the role of the other Mary.
- The other Mary?
- Yeah.
- What other Mary?
- The Virgin Mary.
- He wants me to play Jesus' mother?
- A saint among women, apparently.
- Fuck you!
Get out of here, you scumbag!
I can pass for 23, and
no one would even blink.
You tell Mr Director to
just jump in a lake and die.
Fucking moron.
Who the fuck does he think he is anyway?
I'm a semi-regular recurring role
on one of the most watched crime dramas
on American television.
Asshole!
Get out of here!
You know the way!
(footsteps)
(door slams)
(dramatic music)
- [Joseph] Hey.
- Go away.
- I stole $40 dollars from your wallet.
(horn honks)
- You're that broke?
- It's a temporary thing.
It'll be okay tomorrow.
- I'm aging.
- You're a beautiful woman, Natalie.
- I can't play 23 anymore.
- Yeah, well. The world moves on.
- Do you want to stick around a while
and you know, mess around?
- No, Natalie. Let's don't.
- Damnit! You see?
Even you.
- Come on, Natalie.
Every time we make love, there's a fight,
and then we end up not seeing one another
for what's it been? Three years now?
- Why can't I make a man stay?
- Oh, come on. Who are you trying to kid?
You don't want a man to stay.
- How do you know?
- How do I know? Because
I married you. Remember?
- Oh, yeah.
- And you divorced me.
- Yeah. Well, I guess
when you put it like that.
- Thanks for the 40.
- Is that all you need?
- Yeah.
- The Virgin Mary doesn't
have to be matronly, does she?
- I guess not. I mean, she is a virgin.
- And after all, she
could have had the Messiah
when she was just a
very young girl, right?
- That's how the story goes,
if I remember correctly.
(light, hopeful music)
(city noises)
(subway station noises)
- [Subway speaker] Ladies and gentlemen
backpacks and other large containers
are subject to random
search upon boarding.
Ladies and gentlemen
this is an important message
from the New York City Police Department.
Keep your belongings
in sight at all times.
Protect yourself.
If you see a suspicious package,
or activity on the platform or train,
do not keep it to yourself.
Tell a police officer, or an MTA employee.
Remain alert, and have a safe day.
(city noises)
(footsteps)
(dog barking)
(footsteps on stairs)
(scrubbing)
(knock on door)
(door opens)
- [Consuela] Mr Joseph?
- Si. Hola.
Consuela.
- Si.
- It's a European machine.
Must need a converter.
He lived in Europe for a while.
All his stuff is from there.
Ah. Here it is.
(electric hum)
You have to plug this into here.
It changes the power.
(vacuum turns on)
(vacuum turns off)
(Joseph opening and closing the vacuum)
(vacuum running)
(Spanish radio in background)
(vacuum turns off)
- Is this about the girl
who jumped off the bridge?
- Is no girl, maybe.
(Spanish radio announcer)
- They find a body?
Stupid, God-damn windows.
(closes window)
- Gracias.
- It would be better if
this opened like a door,
like this, right?
- Si. This is bad for back, this.
(Consuela speaking Spanish)
- Thanks.
(Consuela sighs)
It's bad, huh?
- Ay, si.
(Consuela squeals)
- Oh, yeah.
(Consuela groans)
Oh, yeah. There it is.
(Consuela gasps)
There it is.
(Consuela gasps)
Oh, yeah.
(Consuela squeals and gasps)
- Oh, yeah, there it is.
(Consuela squealing heard from outside)
(Consuela squealing)
- Oh, that is deep.
(Consuela squeals)
Oh.
- Aye dios mio!
Oh!
(Consuela squealing heard from outside)
- Better, right?
- Si.
(jiggling vacuum cord)
- Gotta go.
Gracias.
(footsteps on stairs)
- [Subway speaker] Ladies and gentlemen
not only is it not safe,
it is a violation to
run or walk between cars
except in emergency.
(horn honking)
- [Cashier] How much
you want to put on it?
- Five bucks.
- Ten's the minimum.
- Ten bucks.
(slow, uncertain music)
Jason?
Yeah, it's me, Joseph.
You remember that chick, Lori?
One of the models in the
video we made last month?
Yeah. Well, she ain't been paid.
Exactly. What?
The check came back in the mail.
Of course.
Okay. Tear it up.
I'll deal with it and invoice you later.
Yeah. Okay.
See ya.
Yeah, hi.
I'd like to report an incident
I think might be related
to the person who jumped off
the Brooklyn Bridge earlier today.
(door slams)
(hat falls on floor)
(door opens)
(slow, suspenseful music)
(knocking on door)
- So she goes on about how
a body falling from that height
would be smashed to pieces
on the surface of the water.
Stuff like that.
- And this was where on the bridge?
- About one-third of the
way towards the middle.
- Of the Brooklyn side?
- [Joseph] Right.
- You live here?
- [Joseph] No. I'm just
watching it for my friend, Miho.
- Last name?
- [Joseph] Miho's?
- Yeah.
- Hartley.
- That's not the name on
the buzzer downstairs.
- She sublets and that's ... I don't know.
- Not allowed.
(officer clears throat)
- Where's Miho?
- Shanghai.
- Did she give you the keys?
- Her husband did.
- Where is he?
- He lives uptown.
- What time did you meet the
young woman on the bridge?
- Between 8:15 and 8:20.
- And what were you doing on the bridge?
- Walking over here to Manhattan.
- Coming here?
- Well, yeah. Sort of.
- Sort of?
- I had a meeting.
Two meetings.
- [Officer] With who?
- This guy, Mike, a broker.
But before that, I went to my bank.
- A real estate broker?
- No. It was for something else.
A business plan I have.
Windows. Importing windows from Germany.
- What do you do for a living?
- What does this have to do with the woman
I met on the bridge this morning?
- Hey. I'm just trying to get
an overall accurate picture
of the situation here. Okay?
- Sorry.
- What was she wearing?
- A red coat.
- [Officer] Eyes?
- Dark.
- Any other distinguishing features?
We'll be in contact if we
need any further information.
(footsteps walking away)
(door closes)
(phone chimes)
- Mike?
- They like the idea.
They want to see a business
plan as soon as possible.
Congratulations.
(triumphant music)
- I'll get started on the plan.
It's all in my head.
I've run through these
numbers a thousand times.
- Good. We get in touch with
your man Heinrich in Germany
and the architects in Sweden.
- [Joseph] Okay.
It's still night over there,
but I'll email them right away.
- Good. Let's talk in the morning.
- Yeah. See you later.
(keys tapping)
(shuffling papers)
(pencil scribbling)
(back cracks)
(phone chimes)
(phone chimes)
(horn honks)
- Biard.
Yeah. You get my email?
Right. We're on.
I just need you to specify
that the contractor use those windows.
(car alarm goes off)
Yeah. Call Heinrich in
Dusseldorf immediately.
He's expecting your call.
Okay. Right.
(slow, sleepy music)
(hangers rustling)
(dryer humming)
(toothbrush swishing)
(latches opening)
(latches closing)
(bus squealing)
- A coffee? Black.
Thanks.
(door closes)
(footsteps)
(slow, sad music)
- Wow.
(city noises)
(running footsteps)
(horn honking)
(ATM beeping)
- See? It all worked out, right?
- We'll see.
(ATM dispensing money)
- Success!
There you go young lady. $300 bucks.
Do me a favor and do not
declare that on your taxes.
I am strictly a cash operation.
I owe you ten dollars.
But I only have twenties.
Actually, you owe me 13, but
let's call that interest.
- No.
- All right. Then buy me a cup of coffee.
You feeling better now?
- Yeah. Fine.
- You're not gonna kill
yourself or anything, right?
- Oh, no.
I'm just a little emotional.
I'm usually really tough.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah. Everybody says so.
- I'll take your word for it.
- Okay.
I'm gonna go get more
minutes for my phone.
- Pay this bitch at NYU
so I can get my shit out of her dorm room.
And then meet with this
independent director guy
who wants me to be in his movie.
- Knock 'em dead, sweetheart.
- [Model] Oh, I will. Really.
- Hey!
Excuse me! Miss!
(car screeches to a halt)
(thump)
(slow, tentative music)
(slow, plaintive music)
(sirens in the distance)
- You're alive.
- Easy. You're hurt.
(tires screech)
(door slams)
(indistinct chatter on police radio)
(siren)
- I'll live.
(soft, bouncy music)
would you tell me what your name is
can I take you to the show
can I set a light
all around your heaven
and find out everything you know
cause I've seen nights that last forever
and I couldn't sleep for all the glow
I'm just a satellite
and I burn too brightly
cause I'm not good at burning slow
you could walk down a city street
forget about what you've seen
but I'm the only innocent machine
and they say the
universe is still expanding
and I meant to find out what it means
but I'm a satellite
and I need a little understanding
I want to tell you all my dreams.
you could walk down a city street
forget about what you've seen
I'm the only innocent machine
(tools clinking and man grunting)
the rain fell in buckets
the sky was lonely too
I brought this wine for me and you
at the edge of all the darkness
there was always something new
Mary went away
and I chose to stay
there was so much I had to do
at the edge of all the darkness
there was always something new
(footsteps on stairs)
time was like a prison
the streets were there at hand
I tried to find out who I am
and down in all my imperfections
I was lonelier than you
(clink)
(shoes hit the floor)
(waistband snaps)
(door shuts)
(cars whooshing by)
(footsteps)
(beep)
- [Man] I need to get
more minutes on my phone.
- Okay. Cash or credit?
- Amex.
- Okay.
(beeping)
- Uh, there's a problem with the card.
- With the Amex?
Try the Visa.
- Okay.
(clicking)
(beeping)
Sorry, no good.
- Fuck.
- [Cashier] You could pay cash.
- No thanks.
(crane banging)
(slow, pleasant music)
(beeping)
(beeping)
(slow, pleasant music)
(beeping)
(traffic in background)
- You got a light?
(traffic whooshing by)
What are you doing?
- I was just wondering what a person
would actually have to
do if they wanted to
jump off the famous
Brooklyn Bridge these days.
- You're not thinking of jumping, are you?
- That's none of your business.
(traffic whoosing by)
From this height?
Certainly from the height
of the middle of the bridge,
a falling body would encounter the water
as if the water were concrete.
- Walk withe me over to
Manhattan and let's get a coffee.
- Thank you. No.
I'm headed in the other direction.
- You got a cell phone?
- Yes.
- Punch my number into it.
- No.
- Can I use your phone to make a call?
- Miho? It's Joseph.
Yeah. Down here on the bridge.
Looking right at your
apartment. Can you see me?
- I cannot see you because
I am in Shanghai, China.
- Shanghai?
You're in Shanghai right now?
- Yes. Is everything okay?
- I just wanted to borrow
that inflatable bed you have.
Yeah, Wendy and I had a sort of,
you know ... It's over, I guess.
Yeah, she wants to marry Phil.
You know, the attorney?
- Oh, yes, of course.
Do you need any place to stay?
- I'm fine. Don't bother.
I was just planning on staying ... What?
- I will be here in Shanghai for a week.
- Well, yeah.
If I could stay there all
week, that would be great.
Can I get the keys from Hal?
- Yes, he has extra set of
keys at his apartment uptown.
(phone rings)
- Possible Films. Tuesday speaking.
- Tuesday, this is Miho.
- Oh, hello. How are you?
- I'm fine. Is the husband there?
- No. He's not. He's out at a meeting.
- Listen. A friend,
Joseph, will call today.
- Joseph.
- Yes. He needs extra set
of keys to my apartment.
- Okay. I have them.
Is this Mr Fulton, the film producer?
- Is he film producer?
- I think so. He was here the
other day talking to the boss
about international
financing for the new movie.
- I thought he is a
drummer in a jazz band.
- Seems a little shady to me.
- Joe?
- Yeah, don't you think?
A little desperate.
What about that briefcase?
- Joe is okay. He can fix anything.
- That's true. He got the WiFi
working here in the office
and fixed my computer.
(bell dinging)
- Listen. I have to go now. Thank you.
- Bye. See you next week.
(car horn honking)
(traffic sounds)
- [Woman] Let me check.
- [Joseph] There's at least
$3,000 dollars in that account.
- And you pay the Amex
bill from this account?
- Automatically. Every month.
- Oh. I see.
- I can't even get any
money out of an ATM.
- Your assets have been frozen.
- [Joseph] What?
- The state of New York
has frozen your account.
(taxi whooshes by)
- Windows.
Modern, standard windows that
are used all over Europe,
but the ones I think are best
are manufactured in Germany.
I gave you those names,
right? You got those?
- Yeah, right here.
How are they different?
- They're more energy efficient,
they let in more light,
they're less easy to break
into, they're more attractive,
all that stuff. But, the
energy efficiency is, I think,
the real selling point.
- You want to import these
windows to the states?
- All I have to do first is
make a deal with the contractor.
Sullivan Powers Flynn
will be building all those
new condos over in Brooklyn.
Google the New York State Department
of Taxation and Finance.
- What do they have to do with this?
- Nothing. The fuckers
have frozen my assets
for some mysterious reason.
- There it is.
- At least two of those
condos in Williamsburg
were designed by firms in Sweden.
The dimensions are right.
Standard European windows
will fit perfectly.
I just need the capitol
to buy the windows and get them over here.
Then,
(phone keys beeping)
once we make money on those
first few building projects,
we can order the Germans to
make the windows to scale
for conventional American
home construction.
Pretty soon, the federal
government is sure to be offering
tax incentives for ecologically
friendly manufacturing,
and so on. Hold on.
English.
Other.
071-52-9189
- [Man] Want a coffee?
- Yes, thanks.
(footsteps)
Penalties.
Hello?
Yes.
My assets have been frozen.
I don't know.
I filed on time, I paid what I owed.
From 2005?
I underpaid in 2005. How much?
$200 dollars.
Well, I don't recall receiving any notice.
It was four years ago.
What address have you got on file?
East 76th street. Fuck.
No, I'm sorry.
Well, how can I pay you when
you've frozen my bank account?
Uh-huh.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] What about the contract?
- I've only had one phone call,
but I'm tight with the Swedish architects,
and they can force it through.
- We need a business
plan right away, though.
- No problem. It's all in my head.
- I thought you were a drummer.
- I am a drummer.
- See you later.
(touch-tone dialing)
(phone ringing)
- Possible Films. Tuesday speaking.
- [Joseph] Yeah, it's Joseph.
- Hello Mr Fulton. He's not in.
- [Joseph] Can I come get
the keys to Miho's place?
She call you?
- Yes, she did.
I have them here.
I'm leaving at noon,
but the cleaning lady will be
here between 3:30 and 5:00.
- Between 3:30 and 5:00. Okay.
I have some things I have
to do downtown first anyway.
What's the cleaning lady's name?
- [Tuesday] Consuela.
- Consuela, right.
(dial tone)
- He's up to something.
- Where is Baird Street?
- Baird? In Chinatown?
- Baird and Mott.
- That's in Chinatown.
- Near here?
- No, it's like 15 blocks away.
- [Man in black tank top] Which way? How?
- You're gonna push this stuff
all the way to Chinatown?
- There's no place to park around here.
- So your truck's up in Chinatown?
- Baird Street.
- Dude, you can't push this thing
all the way to Chinatown.
- My truck is on Baird Street.
- All right. Leave the stuff here with me
and go get your truck.
You can load it up here
in a minute and be off.
I've got an hour to kill.
- I don't know how to get to Baird Street.
- I'll tell you how.
It'll take you half-an-hour at most
to walk up there and drive back.
- Too much traffic.
Too many streets, all one way.
(jackhammer)
(light, playful music)
(horn honks)
(horn beeping)
(people chattering in background)
- [Radio] The Coastguard
point out the tide-
(tuning radio)
has been carried far out
into the harbor by now.
(tuning radio)
by the New York City Police
that an unidentified person
climbed over the Brooklyn-bound lanes
of the Brooklyn Bridge
at approximately 10:15 this morning
and leapt to what we
believe is their death
in the East River.
From the Brooklyn Bridge,
this is Thomas Chinowski,
for New York One.
(Dramatic music)
(slow, soft, l music)
- I can't go home.
I got into a fight with my mom
and I owe this girl money.
I had that job
but they fired me, for ...
I don't know.
I made mistakes ...
About ...
I'm just no good at it.
I'm so ...
Dumb.
I can't go home.
And, and ...
(footsteps walk away)
(door slams)
- So, he goes el bano?
- Donde esta el bano.
- Donde esta.
- Just say el bano.
The bathroom.
Everyone knows.
(horn honks)
- I was just wondering
what a person would actually have to do
if they wanted to jump off
the famous Brooklyn Bridge these days.
- You! You!
- Uh, Lori, right?
- You owe me money!
I owe you money?
- For that commercial video
thing I did last month?
I was one of the models,
and I didn't get paid.
- Okay. Now I remember.
- [Model] Pay me now!
- [Joseph] I can't pay you now.
- And ... and ...
- Okay. Here. Sit.
- Fuck.
- Easy.
- I ought to just do everybody
a favor and kill myself.
- Hey!
Shut up!
- I'm hungry.
- Okay. Understood.
Just no more of this fucking drama.
This is all I have right now.
- Are you kidding me?
- It's all I've got.
Gimme your number. I'll
track down your money.
And I'll get it to you.
(model sighs)
- I'm out of minutes.
- Okay, listen. Tomorrow.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Be at this address.
I'll pay you what I owe you.
It's the corner of
Broad and Stone streets.
- Where is this?
- Near South Ferry.
Financial district.
Ask people the way. It's easy.
There's a pizzeria on the corner
and an ATM right outside.
I'll be there.
I'll have your money.
Okay?
Okay?
Nine o'clock.
- Okay.
(footsteps)
- [Man] Maybe it's a new guitar.
(light, upbeat guitar music)
(drums enter the music)
tell me what your name is
can I take you to a show
let me set a light
all around your heaven
find out everything you know
walk down a city street
forget about what you've seen
I'm the only innocent machine
(fast, upbeat music)
my boss gave me my walking shoes
said I looked to good to use
you'll see her wear it now
while standing in the unemployment line
but I ain't handy I'm a dandy man
and the money is sure to hit the sky
but I want to go out this Saturday night
I wanna dress up like a fancy cook
sit right down and read a book
I ain't handy I'm a dandy man
- Maybe something slow. Uh ...
You listened to the CD, right?
Do you know If I Fell?
- That's the waltz?
- Yeah. That's the waltz, yeah.
I'm gonna start, and
then you'll just come in.
He'll cue you.
When he comes in, you come in.
- Okay.
without making your own
when the world's so confusing
even now that I'm grown
but I still find myself
with my hands in the flames
I'm afraid of
the things that I've done
and all the love that I've scattered
on the days of my times
all the sorrows I've scattered
in whiskey and wine
- So, it says here that
you toured with Vince Papo?
- Uh, yeah. Seven shows in
Stockholm in the spring.
Berlin, Prague. You know,
the usual short tour.
- Well, we have a couple
more people to check out,
but thanks for coming.
(slow, questioning music)
- Do these shoes go with this outfit?
(footsteps)
I thought so.
Thanks.
(subway rushing by)
(beeping)
(cars whooshing by)
(footsteps)
(traffic sounds)
(footsteps)
(footsteps)
- Your brother's here.
(footsteps)
- [Joseph's brother] Hey.
- Hey.
- [Joseph's brother] What's going on?
- Just passing by and had some time.
I'm on my way up to see Natalie.
Thought I'd stop in and see you, too.
- You okay? You need money?
- No.
I'm fine. Things are good. Busy.
- God, I wish I had your life.
- Get out of here.
What do you call all this?
- I don't know.
What do you call this?
- You've been her for 20 years, dude.
- I don't even know
what we do here anymore.
I know it used to be about
manufacturing parts for Xerox machines.
Now it's all about some sort of
photo optimized computer
chip for cell phones,
and everyone in charge
is like half my age.
I won't be here for long.
- How are the kids?
- [Joseph's brother] Expensive.
- And Maureen?
- Less expensive, but difficult.
Hey, did you produce that movie
about what's-his-name yet?
That Stations of the Cross, or whatever?
- No. Not yet.
Mostly just these advertising
videos for an online marketer.
The real thing, though,
the real thing has to do with windows.
- Windows?
- Importing windows from Europe
for use in green technology
building projects.
- Wow. This is unlike you.
- Is it?
No. This is me.
I guess.
- Yeah. No. This is me.
(phone rings)
If this goes down, it will be big.
- [Joseph's brother] What's involved?
- An equity investment group in Ohio
my friend Mike is pitching it to.
I'll know more by later today or tomorrow.
- You're amazing.
- Well. Let's see what happens.
- It'll happen.
You sure you don't need money?
- Hey. What, do I look in a bad way?
- No. It's just I haven't
seen you in like nine months
and that's the outfit
you were wearing then.
- This is my look.
I had a gig in Brooklyn last night.
This is my look.
- If this window import
thing goes down, let me know,
because I may need a job,
and I'm a manager, that's what I do.
That's a good idea.
- Right, Claire? I'm a manager?
- He's a manager. That's true.
I'm his secretary.
They need you to review that.
- Okay, brother.
I'll be in touch.
(slow, doubtful music)
(subway rushing by)
(horn honking)
(traffic noises)
(horn honking)
(horn honking)
(latches opening)
(latches closing)
(slow, determined music)
- What are you doing here?
- I thought you wouldn't be
working. It's Wednesday, right?
- Well, Chuck got in a car
accident. I'm filling in.
- Is he okay?
- Yeah.
He just hurt his elbow.
He'll be back by the weekend.
- Look, I'm sorry. I didn't -
- No. Never mind.
Oh. Here. You want to
call my little sister?
- Hey. Come on. I'll just leave then.
- Oh, stop. I'm sorry.
Not really, but anyway.
- She came on to me,
and you were on vacation
with the well-dressed
real estate mogul.
- That was not hanky-panky.
I was trying to get a job.
- Besides, you and me never had
any kind of permanent thing.
What the fuck was the problem?
- She is half your age.
- That was not a problem for her.
- What are you drinking?
- I just came in to sit down.
- [Woman] What?
- I have to walk all the
way up to 157th street.
- To borrow money?
- To get a set of keys.
- Typical.
- [Man] Armond?
- Excuse me?
- Are you Armond?
- No. Sorry.
Excuse me.
You're the author, right?
The novelist?
- Yes, I am.
- Cheers.
I like your books.
- Thank you.
- Is everything okay?
- My typewriter's broken.
- Is that your typewriter?
- Yeah.
- I didn't think they still made them.
- They don't, but there's a man, Armond,
who still fixes them.
Or, to be precise,
his son, also named
Armond, who fixes them.
Armond the elder died, I guess.
He's fixed it before,
but I always had to
mail it to this address,
and it would come back,
repaired, a week or two later.
I called the old number and
the answering machine told me
to deliver the typewriter here personally
between noon and two on Wednesdays.
- You've been waiting
here that whole time?
- [Writer] Yeah.
- Well, let me take a look at it.
Do you mind?
Oh, nice.
- You like machines, I see.
- What's the problem in here?
- The keys jam.
- Rust.
Metal shavings all mucked up
with dust, dandruff, cigarette ash.
- That sounds like me.
- Leah, you got a lemon?
- Beautiful girl in a bad mood.
You could write a book about it.
- You have. A few times, right?
- Yes, it's sort of my subject.
- The acid from the lemon
juice loosens the grime,
that's all it is.
WD-40. Fixes everything.
I always need it for my drum kit.
- Ah, so you're a drummer.
- That too.
Different things.
I acted in a movie once
that never got distributed.
I wrote a novel that almost got published.
I might produce a movie.
Recently, I make video content
for an online ad agency.
And, I'm trying to get this
import business started.
Construction material.
Windows.
Particularly.
(shaking typewriter)
(keys tapping)
- Perfect.
Thank you.
- Yeah?
You sure?
- Let me pay you something.
- No.
- But I would have paid
Armond Jr $200 dollars.
- No. Thank you.
No.
- At least let me buy you a drink.
(keys tapping)
What is your novel about?
- Love.
Jealousy.
Regret.
Compassion.
- [Writer] A tragedy.
- [Joseph] You think?
- Well, a comedy is supposed
to end better than it began.
A tragedy, worse.
- Life is never that clear, is it?
- Tragedy elevates us through sorrow,
and comedy makes us forget.
That's how it goes.
Anyway.
(glasses clink)
- I wrote about a man
who doesn't love anyone or anything
anymore than he loves anyone else
or any other thing.
- Very existentialist.
- You think so?
- Interior, I imagine. Not much action.
- No one makes it to page 20.
- [Writer] Novelist, drummer,
actor, movie producer,
entrepreneur. You've
got a lot on your plate.
- It's harder to hit a moving target.
- I'm curious. What drives you?
- You mean psychological motivation?
- Sorry. Characters are my business.
I'm interested professionally.
- Success.
- Really? Worldly success?
- Yeah.
- That's all?
- I'd settle for that.
Of course, if some
opportunity for some artistic
or spiritual transcendence
presented itself,
I'd go for that, too.
As long as I didn't have
to make a fool of myself.
- A skeptic.
- I keep thinking that if I had
some sort of success at something,
on the other side of that success
there would be a little
more air to breathe.
More space.
A minute would have 63 seconds.
- And a mystic.
- It's only the whiskey talking.
I think a man gets a smell
about him at a certain point.
The unsuccessful smell.
The odor of failure.
He's got to beat that.
Outrun it.
Or just accept it.
Live without such expectations.
I've read in books that
there's such a thing as
the quiet, happy, and uneventful life.
But you might, and I mean no offense,
you may not know this.
You had your first big
success in, what? Your 20s?
- Thirty-two, but it didn't last long.
Thirty years later I'm still milking it.
- Still, you had it.
Something to build on.
Some concrete success.
- I'd like to do something
different, though.
- Can't you?
- I'm afraid.
- Really?
- People like what they know.
To change, to explore,
it's a risky business.
- But you're you.
- I might not be me if
I did something new.
Even worse, I might be me, but in ruins.
I admit it. I lack the courage
to challenge the world that way again.
Can I offer you a ride somewhere?
I have a car waiting outside.
it's you I want only
I will not be denied
Send me your book.
- Really?
- Sure.
- I'm told it's really bad.
- That's okay. I've read
all the really good books.
- Okay. I will.
Thanks for the ride.
- Take care, my friend.
(buzzer)
- [Woman on intercom] Hello?
- Natalie?
It's me, Joseph.
- [Natalie] Oh. Wow. Hey!
- Let me in?
(buzzer)
- [Natalie] I was just
rehearsing my lines.
- Were you ever gonna tell me
about this mail that was coming for me?
- Oh, I thought that you knew all about it
and found it unimportant.
- And so you saved them
all nice and neat like
here on the table since 2005.
- Hey. You should have formally notified
the New York State Department
of Taxation and Finance
about your change of address.
- What are you working on?
- Law and Order.
I'm a semi-regular recurring role now.
- Good for you.
You got a Coke in here or something?
- Of course not. Have a cup of yogurt.
- Who's the man in your
life that drinks Heineken?
You look good, Natalie.
- Oh, I haven't even, you
know ... Just woke up and all.
So, how's your project coming along?
- What project is that?
- The movie.
The Stations of the Cross.
Jesus.
The crucifixion.
So dramatic!
- Yeah, well, I need to
talk to you about that.
- I'm still interested, you know.
In the role of Mary Magdalene?
I'd love to play Jesus'
lover ... It wouldn't ...
I'm sure Law and Order
would give me the time off.
- [Joseph] The director likes
you and he knows who you are.
- Really?
- [Joseph] Yeah.
But, well, the thing is, he
thinks you'd be better cast
in the role of the other Mary.
- The other Mary?
- Yeah.
- What other Mary?
- The Virgin Mary.
- He wants me to play Jesus' mother?
- A saint among women, apparently.
- Fuck you!
Get out of here, you scumbag!
I can pass for 23, and
no one would even blink.
You tell Mr Director to
just jump in a lake and die.
Fucking moron.
Who the fuck does he think he is anyway?
I'm a semi-regular recurring role
on one of the most watched crime dramas
on American television.
Asshole!
Get out of here!
You know the way!
(footsteps)
(door slams)
(dramatic music)
- [Joseph] Hey.
- Go away.
- I stole $40 dollars from your wallet.
(horn honks)
- You're that broke?
- It's a temporary thing.
It'll be okay tomorrow.
- I'm aging.
- You're a beautiful woman, Natalie.
- I can't play 23 anymore.
- Yeah, well. The world moves on.
- Do you want to stick around a while
and you know, mess around?
- No, Natalie. Let's don't.
- Damnit! You see?
Even you.
- Come on, Natalie.
Every time we make love, there's a fight,
and then we end up not seeing one another
for what's it been? Three years now?
- Why can't I make a man stay?
- Oh, come on. Who are you trying to kid?
You don't want a man to stay.
- How do you know?
- How do I know? Because
I married you. Remember?
- Oh, yeah.
- And you divorced me.
- Yeah. Well, I guess
when you put it like that.
- Thanks for the 40.
- Is that all you need?
- Yeah.
- The Virgin Mary doesn't
have to be matronly, does she?
- I guess not. I mean, she is a virgin.
- And after all, she
could have had the Messiah
when she was just a
very young girl, right?
- That's how the story goes,
if I remember correctly.
(light, hopeful music)
(city noises)
(subway station noises)
- [Subway speaker] Ladies and gentlemen
backpacks and other large containers
are subject to random
search upon boarding.
Ladies and gentlemen
this is an important message
from the New York City Police Department.
Keep your belongings
in sight at all times.
Protect yourself.
If you see a suspicious package,
or activity on the platform or train,
do not keep it to yourself.
Tell a police officer, or an MTA employee.
Remain alert, and have a safe day.
(city noises)
(footsteps)
(dog barking)
(footsteps on stairs)
(scrubbing)
(knock on door)
(door opens)
- [Consuela] Mr Joseph?
- Si. Hola.
Consuela.
- Si.
- It's a European machine.
Must need a converter.
He lived in Europe for a while.
All his stuff is from there.
Ah. Here it is.
(electric hum)
You have to plug this into here.
It changes the power.
(vacuum turns on)
(vacuum turns off)
(Joseph opening and closing the vacuum)
(vacuum running)
(Spanish radio in background)
(vacuum turns off)
- Is this about the girl
who jumped off the bridge?
- Is no girl, maybe.
(Spanish radio announcer)
- They find a body?
Stupid, God-damn windows.
(closes window)
- Gracias.
- It would be better if
this opened like a door,
like this, right?
- Si. This is bad for back, this.
(Consuela speaking Spanish)
- Thanks.
(Consuela sighs)
It's bad, huh?
- Ay, si.
(Consuela squeals)
- Oh, yeah.
(Consuela groans)
Oh, yeah. There it is.
(Consuela gasps)
There it is.
(Consuela gasps)
Oh, yeah.
(Consuela squeals and gasps)
- Oh, yeah, there it is.
(Consuela squealing heard from outside)
(Consuela squealing)
- Oh, that is deep.
(Consuela squeals)
Oh.
- Aye dios mio!
Oh!
(Consuela squealing heard from outside)
- Better, right?
- Si.
(jiggling vacuum cord)
- Gotta go.
Gracias.
(footsteps on stairs)
- [Subway speaker] Ladies and gentlemen
not only is it not safe,
it is a violation to
run or walk between cars
except in emergency.
(horn honking)
- [Cashier] How much
you want to put on it?
- Five bucks.
- Ten's the minimum.
- Ten bucks.
(slow, uncertain music)
Jason?
Yeah, it's me, Joseph.
You remember that chick, Lori?
One of the models in the
video we made last month?
Yeah. Well, she ain't been paid.
Exactly. What?
The check came back in the mail.
Of course.
Okay. Tear it up.
I'll deal with it and invoice you later.
Yeah. Okay.
See ya.
Yeah, hi.
I'd like to report an incident
I think might be related
to the person who jumped off
the Brooklyn Bridge earlier today.
(door slams)
(hat falls on floor)
(door opens)
(slow, suspenseful music)
(knocking on door)
- So she goes on about how
a body falling from that height
would be smashed to pieces
on the surface of the water.
Stuff like that.
- And this was where on the bridge?
- About one-third of the
way towards the middle.
- Of the Brooklyn side?
- [Joseph] Right.
- You live here?
- [Joseph] No. I'm just
watching it for my friend, Miho.
- Last name?
- [Joseph] Miho's?
- Yeah.
- Hartley.
- That's not the name on
the buzzer downstairs.
- She sublets and that's ... I don't know.
- Not allowed.
(officer clears throat)
- Where's Miho?
- Shanghai.
- Did she give you the keys?
- Her husband did.
- Where is he?
- He lives uptown.
- What time did you meet the
young woman on the bridge?
- Between 8:15 and 8:20.
- And what were you doing on the bridge?
- Walking over here to Manhattan.
- Coming here?
- Well, yeah. Sort of.
- Sort of?
- I had a meeting.
Two meetings.
- [Officer] With who?
- This guy, Mike, a broker.
But before that, I went to my bank.
- A real estate broker?
- No. It was for something else.
A business plan I have.
Windows. Importing windows from Germany.
- What do you do for a living?
- What does this have to do with the woman
I met on the bridge this morning?
- Hey. I'm just trying to get
an overall accurate picture
of the situation here. Okay?
- Sorry.
- What was she wearing?
- A red coat.
- [Officer] Eyes?
- Dark.
- Any other distinguishing features?
We'll be in contact if we
need any further information.
(footsteps walking away)
(door closes)
(phone chimes)
- Mike?
- They like the idea.
They want to see a business
plan as soon as possible.
Congratulations.
(triumphant music)
- I'll get started on the plan.
It's all in my head.
I've run through these
numbers a thousand times.
- Good. We get in touch with
your man Heinrich in Germany
and the architects in Sweden.
- [Joseph] Okay.
It's still night over there,
but I'll email them right away.
- Good. Let's talk in the morning.
- Yeah. See you later.
(keys tapping)
(shuffling papers)
(pencil scribbling)
(back cracks)
(phone chimes)
(phone chimes)
(horn honks)
- Biard.
Yeah. You get my email?
Right. We're on.
I just need you to specify
that the contractor use those windows.
(car alarm goes off)
Yeah. Call Heinrich in
Dusseldorf immediately.
He's expecting your call.
Okay. Right.
(slow, sleepy music)
(hangers rustling)
(dryer humming)
(toothbrush swishing)
(latches opening)
(latches closing)
(bus squealing)
- A coffee? Black.
Thanks.
(door closes)
(footsteps)
(slow, sad music)
- Wow.
(city noises)
(running footsteps)
(horn honking)
(ATM beeping)
- See? It all worked out, right?
- We'll see.
(ATM dispensing money)
- Success!
There you go young lady. $300 bucks.
Do me a favor and do not
declare that on your taxes.
I am strictly a cash operation.
I owe you ten dollars.
But I only have twenties.
Actually, you owe me 13, but
let's call that interest.
- No.
- All right. Then buy me a cup of coffee.
You feeling better now?
- Yeah. Fine.
- You're not gonna kill
yourself or anything, right?
- Oh, no.
I'm just a little emotional.
I'm usually really tough.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah. Everybody says so.
- I'll take your word for it.
- Okay.
I'm gonna go get more
minutes for my phone.
- Pay this bitch at NYU
so I can get my shit out of her dorm room.
And then meet with this
independent director guy
who wants me to be in his movie.
- Knock 'em dead, sweetheart.
- [Model] Oh, I will. Really.
- Hey!
Excuse me! Miss!
(car screeches to a halt)
(thump)
(slow, tentative music)
(slow, plaintive music)
(sirens in the distance)
- You're alive.
- Easy. You're hurt.
(tires screech)
(door slams)
(indistinct chatter on police radio)
(siren)
- I'll live.
(soft, bouncy music)
would you tell me what your name is
can I take you to the show
can I set a light
all around your heaven
and find out everything you know
cause I've seen nights that last forever
and I couldn't sleep for all the glow
I'm just a satellite
and I burn too brightly
cause I'm not good at burning slow
you could walk down a city street
forget about what you've seen
but I'm the only innocent machine
and they say the
universe is still expanding
and I meant to find out what it means
but I'm a satellite
and I need a little understanding
I want to tell you all my dreams.
you could walk down a city street
forget about what you've seen
I'm the only innocent machine