Hello? Who!?
No. I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that name.
No, listen, I get about a hundred customers a night.
I can't keep track of them all.
Do you know... Well, tell me what he likes to eat.
Cause I remember people by what they order,
not by their names.
"Meat Loaf?"
Well, I know a Meat Loaf with Mashed Potatoes. I know Meat Loaf who likes
well, with Cheese Fries, Pouched Egg, Onion Rings
What? He doesn't like potatoes?
Why don't you, well, yeah give me your number,
and if I see him, I'll tell him to call you.
Yeah, I promise. I will. Ok, bye.
He's 5'11 with dark brown hair.
Sorry, I can't think of any Meat Loafs with Cheese Fries
or Onion Rings or Pouched Eggs
Or Fried Fillet of Fish that match that description.
Last time we were here, I think he had the pork chops
Oh, why didn't you say so?
That's because we supposedly have the best pork chops in the city.
You ever tried them?
No, I haven't.
Why not? What, are you religious or something?
Listen, have you seen him or not?
5'11". Dark brown hair. Pork chops
I have actually. He came in here for dinner last night.
He ordered two pork chops,
one with mashed potatoes and one with string beans.
I guess he was hungry.
No, he didn't eat both of them.
Our portions are too big for a person to eat two.
No, one was for him and one was for his girlfriend.
Look! Just get to the point...
Don't... Don't change the subject!
Are you seeing someone else?
Who is she?
I hope you both drop dead!
If someone comes in here looking for me
give him these keys.
What do I tell him?
Tell him he's an asshole!
Taxi!
Hey, did he pick up the keys?
No, not yet.
Do you have an extra cigarette?
Sure.
Rolled it myself.
Thanks.
You okay?
Yeah.
I haven't had one in a while.
I only smoke when I get stressed out.
Well, you shouldn't worry so much.
That way you'll avoid lung cancer.
Do you think she's pretty?
Who?
The girl he was in here with.
Oh, she was okay I guess... I mean.
Not the type I would prefer to have my pork chops with,
but "each man to his own", right?
Yeah, right.
Hello.
Hey.
I need someone to talk to.
Do you think he'll pick up the keys?
I don't know.
I've had customers leaving keys here for years.
Sometimes they pick them up in a few days,
sometimes it takes a few weeks.
Well, what about most of the time?
Most of the time, the keys stay in the jar.
Well, why do you keep them?
You should just throw them out.
No.
No I couldn't do that.
Why not?
If I threw these keys away,
then those doors will be closed forever.
And that shouldn't be up to me to decide,
should it?
Guess I'm just looking for a reason.
Well, from my observations
sometimes it's better off not knowing
and other times there's no reason to be found.
Everything has a reason
It's like these pies and cakes.
At the end of every night
the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone.
The peach cobbler
and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished.
But there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?
There's nothing's wrong with the blueberry pie.
It's just people make other choices.
You can't blame the blueberry pie.
It's just no one wants it.
Wait!
I want a piece.
With ice cream?
Leave it to me.
Here we go.
I hope you enjoy it.
Thanks.
It's not bad.
Really?
You should try some.
No, I'm alright. I have my own.
Will you tell me the stories behind those other keys?
What for?
I just wondered how they all ended up here.
Pick one.
Those belonged to a young couple a few years ago.
They were naive enough to believe
that they were gonna spend the rest of their lives together.
Well, what happened?
Life happened.
Things happened. Yeah, time happened.
It's pretty much always the case more or less.
Or maybe one of them ran off with someone else.
Maybe the feelings just went away.
What about these?
Those belonged to a little old lady.
Her best friend would pick them up and come to visit her.
She dropped them off and I never saw her again.
I presumed, I mean, she was pretty old,
I presumed she passed away or something.
What about these?
These keys used to belong to a young lad
from Manchester, England,
who made plans and had dreams
of running every marathon in this country,
starting in New York.
He was going to write a journal about his experiences
and ended up running a cafe.
Later they were given to a Russian girl
who loved collecting keys
and watching sunsets.
Unfortunately, she loved sunsets more than the keys
and ended up disappearing into one.
Why didn't you go looking for her?
When I was little
me mum used to take me to the park on weekends.
She said if I ever got lost
I had to stay in one place so that she'd find me.
Does that work?
Not really.
She got lost once looking for me.
Eh, you want some more ice cream?
No thanks.
You sure?
Yeah I'm fine. Thanks.
You're late.
Same as usual?
No thanks.
Can I have my keys back?
Yeah, sure.
So...
You two have patched things up then?
Thanks.
Lousy bloody camera.
Hey!
Alright. Come on. Break it... Alright!
Take it outside. Take it out...
None of your business, cupcake!
Don't start with me, mate!
Don't you start... Come here!
Right, you come here.
Get out of my place!
Don't start with me!
Get out!
Hey you haven't paid yet!
Can I have a tissue?
What happened?
Did he hit you?
No!
Well what?
I got mugged on the subway.
I thought Pork Chop lived around here?
He does.
What were you doing on the subway?
Well...
I just needed some time to prepare myself.
I was gonna get off in a few stops.
I don't know, I just...
The next thing I knew, I ended up in the Bronx
That's a very interesting way to prepare yourself.
I've never been very good at confrontation.
Some people enjoy it.
Not me.
Hey, are you alright?
Should we call the police or something?
No.
No, he didn't get away with very much.
Especially after I kicked him in the balls.
You didn't.
Wait, what happened to you?
I ate too much chocolate today.
What's wrong with your camera?
Oh, I don't know.
It's been in a lousy mood these past few days.
It doesn't really keep people from stealing, does it?
No.
Not really.
But I like having it around, 'cause
for me it's like my diary,
You know?
Some nights, I watch the tapes back and
I'm amazed at how much I've missed
that's going on right in front of me.
You must have a lot of tapes.
I don't keep them all.
I'm not that weird.
Only the highlights.
Can I take a look?
Sure.
Come around.
She left behind her set of keys and disappeared that night.
DAY 01 New York
How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without?
I didn't say goodbye.
I didn't say anything.
I just walked away.
At the end of that night
I decided to take the longest way to cross the street.
Dear Jeremy.
As you can see by this postcard
I'm now in Memphis, Tennessee.
Hey Lizzy, hurry up with those damn pick-ups, will ya!
Coming!
Come on, hustle it!
It took me a long time to get here
and I'm not sure how long I'll be staying.
During the day, I work at a diner downtown.
I haven't been able to sleep at night
so I've also taken a waitressing job at a bar.
It's kind of a dive, but the tips are pretty good.
Working two jobs is exhausting
but at least it keeps me busy
and most importantly, it keeps my mind away from him.
DAY 57 1,120 miles since New York
Hi girl.
Hey Sandy.
You going home?
Let me put it this way:
I'm getting up out of here.
I wish I could go.
What's wrong?
That guy at the bar.
I don't think he's ever gonna leave.
Oh, you're talking about Arnie?
Child, don't worry about him.
He probably just lost track of time.
But now if you need to get going,
you just bring his check to him, have him sign it.
Travis runs a tab for him.
Well, does he always stay this late?
Always.
You stick around here, you see for yourself.
Have a good night darlin'.
You too. Good night.
Here's your check.
Just eight?
I could have sworn I had at least nine.
No, just eight.
Do you have a pen?
Yeah.
I don't recognize you.
You new around here or something?
I just started a few nights ago.
Oh.
Have you got a name?
Lizzie.
Well, it's been a pleasure getting to know you Lizzie.
What do you mean?
You won't be seeing much more of me from now on.
Why's that?
Well I don't have much reason to come back here anymore.
Tonight was my last night of drinking.
Oh.
Yeah.
So, you just give that to Travis.
Tell him I'll cut him a check.
Ok.
That's for you.
Thank you.
Bye.
Oh, hi.
Do you have a twin sister?
No.
I wish I did.
Yeah? Well, I'm glad I don't have a twin.
One of me's plenty.
Well, let's see. I'm just gonna have the chicken fried steak
and a side of string beans.
Ok.
Coming right up.
Hey! Knock that crap off over there!
This is a restaurant, not a damn dancehall!
How come you're working so hard, Lizzie?
I'm trying to save up for a car.
Where are you going?
Well, I don't have any specific destination in mind, but...
I'm just gonna go until I run out of places to go.
I wish I could do that.
Here's your change.
You put that towards a Buick.
Thank you.
Hi.
Wait, what are you doing here?
What?
What are you doing here?
Oh, I'm celebrating.
What are you celebrating?
My last night of drinking!
He's not giving you a hard time, is he?
I think he just wants to talk.
That's funny, 'cause he almost never wants to talk.
He's not hitting on you, is he?
No. I don't think it's like that.
It's too bad.
Be nice to see him take an interest in a woman.
I thought he was married.
Yeah, that's precisely the problem. He still thinks he is.
Holy shit.
Travis, how's it hanging?
Always a pleasure, Sue Lynne.
You always say that to me
and I never know whether you mean it.
I'm just dropping in to use the ladies' room.
Do I have to buy a beer first?
Your money's no good here, Sue Lynne.
Have you got a moment?
I got nothing to say to you.
Arnie?
Yeah?
I know its none of my business
but have you ever thought about cutting back.
Have I thought about it?
What are these?
A group I go to sometimes, Lizzie,
has this system.
After a meeting,
they invite the new people to come down and
pick up a white chip.
You take it as a symbol of your intention
to stay sober.
And if you
slip up and drink again
you got to come back and pick up another chip.
This one is for ninety days.
I got that far.
Once.
See all those white chips, Lizzie?
I am the king of the white chip.
Dear Jeremy.
I thought about what Arnie said about the sobriety chips,
how to focus your attention on something else
in order to cure your addiction.
If I was an addict, I'd choose blueberry pie as my chip.
Writing to your boyfriend?
No, just someone I know.
Why not pick up the phone?
Some things are better on paper.
Oh you think so?
What are you doing?
Well, you know...
I listened to what you said the other day.
So I'm trying to write a letter to my wife.
We don't talk to each other much anymore
so I thought maybe I'd try your method.
Randy!
Oh my God!
Arnie! Arnie! Stop! Arnie!
Okay I got. Easy now, watch your back.
You'll be alright, man!
Hello, is that the Memphis Bar and Grill?
It is! Great.
Listen, I wonder if you could help me please.
I'm looking for a young woman called Elizabeth.
Yes. I realize that. I'm not calling to order your food.
I'm sure it's delicious.
I wonder, does a woman called Elizabeth work there?
Elizabeth!
Elizabeth.
That's what I said, Elizabeth.
E-L-l-Z-A-B-
No, alright, thank you.
Thank you.
Good God, it's Jeremy!
Yeah it's me!
I never thought I'd hear your voice again.
Well, you see I got your postcard and...
This sounds ridiculous but...
Well I traced every Memphis bar and grill.
There must be at least ninety.
I know its crazy and...
I just wanted to say thanks for staying in touch.
I miss you. I miss your company.
I never thought I'd hear from you again!
It's not really you, is it?
No I know you don't know me.
But your name's Elizabeth.
Well, I just... I just wanted...
I just wanted to say hello really, and...
I wanted to speak to my friend.
Yeah.
No no, I don't want to order any fried chicken.
Thanks.
Thanks for listening.
Bye.
Goddamn son of a bitch...
I need to talk to you!
Not in here. Let's take this outside.
No! I want to talk about it right here!
So you feel more like a man now do you?
You feel all big and strong.
I mean you could have killed him!
Yeah, no body ever said sleeping with someone else's wife
was a safe vocation.
Oh goddammit Arnie!
We're, we're separated!
I don't live with you anymore!
I don't talk to you anymore!
You are my goddamn wife!
And I am still your goddamn husband!
No, no you're not...
Not anymore.
Well then what am I?
You're nothing.
Nothing to me.
Sue Lynne, please, please, please baby.
Don't do this, don't do this to me.
I love you, I love you so much.
I just, I just need a little more time.
Goddammit Arnie!
No, no you gotta let me go.
I can't do it anymore. You gotta let me go now.
I'm gonna go, I'm restart my life
and I'm gonna get me a job.
You're gonna get a job, right?
Yes I am.
You don't need a job...
What with all those boyfriends of yours.
All you gotta do is just start charging.
You bastard!
YOU GODDAMN BASTARD!!
You bastard Arnie!
I'm through with you!
You hear me? I'm through!
I'm through with you! It is over! It is over!
You understand me?
Sue Lynne,
I swear to god, if you walk out of here,
I'll kill you.
Then what?
Arnie, be calm now...
you don't want to do this.
It's over!
It's too much.
Nuh uh.
No no no...
You're saving up to buy a car, right?
Well, l... I don't want you driving around in some
junker.
So some cop can pull you over for a failed inspection.
Thank you.
Wait.
You forgot these.
Yeah... you can just get rid of those.
The police said it was an accident.
He couldn't see where he was going
and he skidded off the road.
Can you give me a vodka?
This is my first drink in six years.
Haven't touched the stuff for six years.
Hey everybody!
Let's all drink to Arnie Copeland.
He was guardian of our highways
and defender of our freedom!
Well, this stuff tastes pretty darn awful.
But I guess nobody drinks it for the taste, right?
Give me another one.
Cheeseburgers?
Whiskey?
This isn't mine.
It's Arnie's tab.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Put it in a frame and hang it on my wall?
Travis wants you to settle it.
Travis!
What are you giving this to me for!?
This is Arnie's tab, not mine!
Why are you giving this to me!?
He was your husband.
Or does that matter at all?
He's dead!
So if you want your money, you better call his lawyer.
Don't give this to me!
Oh God, what a piece of work you are...
God only knows what Arnie saw in you.
I hate you Travis!
I hate you...
Lizzie!
Make sure she gets home safe.
Go on now.
Go on!
Hey Sue Lynne?
Sue Lynne...?
It's late.
Come on let me take you home.
I was
seventeen when he pulled me over.
High as a kite.
"You been drinking, Miss?"
So I smiled.
Bat my eyes.
Who'd have thought we'd be married.
In love with a cop,
and stuck in this godforesaken town.
He was so crazy about me.
I couldn't breathe.
So we tried
drinking our way back into love.
But it never made sense in the morning.
So I ran.
And every time I came back,
he was here.
And he was still crazy about me.
You know,
I used to daydream about him dying.
I thought it was the
only way I'd get clear of him.
You must have hated him.
I didn't hate him.
I just wanted him to
let go of me.
And...
now that he has,
it hurts me more than
anything else in the whole world.
This is where we met.
Right here.
Well, I heard you had a day job.
I'm saving for a car.
Well, I'm leaving town for good so
I wanted to take care of a few things.
Arnie's tab came out to eight hundred dollars.
I guess you can give it to Travis and
he can mark the debt paid.
I'll give it to Travis tonight.
Shock might give him a heart attack.
I have a favor to ask you.
Could you keep his bill hanging?
So they don't forget him too soon?
OK.
I guess for Sue Lynne, leaving this town was like dying.
I wonder how people would remember Arnie.
When you're gone, all that's left behind are the memories
you created in other people's lives
or just a couple of items on a bill.
I began receiving postcards from her regularly.
Instead of calling strangers, I decided to change my strategy.
It was tiring writing the same words over and over again,
but all worth it if only one of them reached her.
I always had the feeling I could say anything to you.
Enclosed is a bill I've created for you
in memory of our time together
I wonder how you remember me.
As the girl who liked blueberry pies
or the girl with the broken heart?
DAY 185 3,906 miles since New York
Still rolling your own cigarettes?
You want one?
Yeah.
Tastes different.
It's probably just been in my pocket too long.
It's a shame you can't smoke in cafes anymore.
You can't smoke anywhere anymore.
You should've changed the place.
It's not that much different.
I've been meaning to buy new chairs
but I couldn't never find any that match
the tables and the tiles.
Shouldn't be hard.
Maybe you're just looking in the wrong places or
maybe you're just sentimental.
You look lovely.
I'm starting to look like my mom.
It's better than looking like your dad.
I've seen photos of him.
You still have the keys?
Yeah... I always remember what you said
about never throwing them away, about never
closing those doors forever. I remember
Sometimes, even if you have the keys,
those doors still
can't be opened, can they?
Even if the door is open
the person you're looking for may not be there, Katya.
A few years ago, I had a dream.
It began in the summer
and was over by the following spring.
In between, there was as many unhappy nights
as there were happy days.
Most of them took place in this cafe.
And then one night,
a door slammed and the dream was over.
I should be going.
I have to catch a flight in the morning.
Thanks for the smoke.
You know, I didn't even think you'd still be here.
Why'd you come?
I guess I just wanted to see if I could remember
what it felt like.
Goodbye, Jeremy.
Bye, Katya.
DAY 251 5,603 miles since New York
Cocktails?
A screwdriver, please.
Here you go.
Dear Jeremy.
I've always been fascinated by card players.
They risk everything on their instincts and their luck.
I wonder if I would be able to make the same moves
in their position.
Or would I just fold?
Sweetheart, do you mind?
Uh-oh, look at that.
She gets another one, this kid.
You know Leslie, you got that fancy Jag.
You working on a Rolls Royce now?
Aloha, you forgot to tip the waitress.
Actually I didn't forget, dick.
Because I never tip.
What do you mean, you never tip?
I mean Harlan can afford to pay his own people.
I don't know why I have to.
You can be cheap or you can be lucky,
but you can't be both. Not in the long run.
Here ya go, toots.
That is from Mr. Aloha over there.
He's gonna pay me back, he doesn't know it yet.
Thanks.
Your luck just went south.
Who's blinds?
Working long hours in the casino makes you lose track of the time.
And I'm never sure whether it's day or night.
But at least I don't have to worry about my sleeping problem anymore.
Somehow it's gone away.
How much you got left, sweet cheeks?
Because that's what I bet.
Eighteen-twenty.
You on a big draw, Aloha?
Because otherwise you're just about dead.
You are on a big draw.
Twelve outs twice.
You wanna do business?
Make me an offer.
How about you take six hundred and I take a thousand,
and we gamble for the rest?
I say I need more than that.
Doesn't seem fair to you?
I feel like gambling.
So what do you want me to do?
You heard the man.
He wants to gamble. Deal.
Bet you wish you took that six hundred now, huh Aloha?
Don't get too cocky, little girl.
Five of hearts still in that deck.
Oh come on.
We can all dream, Aloha.
I wish you luck.
Why don't you deal the card?
Fine.
Wait, wait, how did you do that?
Ok I swear I wasn't cheating.
I had the deck in my hand.
Pass it to the sugardaddy here.
I'm telling my grandkids about that one.
Maybe.
A salad. That'd be healthy, right?
I don't think I could get it down though.
All that chewing and swallowing.
Maybe I'll get some eggs.
Protein, right?
How would you like them?
Tied in a knot and nailed to the floor.
Or maybe you can just crack 'em over my head
and let 'em trickle down my cheeks.
Beth.
Why don't I just go ask them right now?
So who is gonna lend me a grand so I can get back in?
Sam, come on, this is me we're talking about.
Why can't you just advance me the cash
and I will wire you back the money within 24 hours.
You won't even have a chance to miss it.
Yeah?
Well fuck you very much!
Rough night, huh?
You could say that.
How did you wind up in this hellhole?
The bus just dropped me off here.
Where'd you come from?
New York.
You came all the way here from New York on a bus?
Sounds awful.
Actually, I was on quite a few of them.
You must love buses.
I wanna get a car but
it's not easy saving money.
How much you got?
About twenty-one, twenty-two hundred.
Hey Beth.
I've got a proposition for you.
What kind of proposition?
See, I need a stake.
There's a man I could call in Vegas
but I don't want to do that.
I'm gonna win that game.
I'm a stronger player than any of them.
If you give me a chance I'm gonna clean their clocks.
How much do you need?
Well your twenty two hundred would get me back in.
And then, once I cash out
you'll get your money back plus a third of my winnings.
But what if you lose?
If I lose, you get my car.
It's a brand new Jag.
This way,
whatever happens
you've got your ass covered from here to Houston.
You got to give me a minute here.
It's been a long night.
I got an empty stomach. Just give me a minute.
You take your time.
I wouldn't want you choking on your food.
Shit, it's cold!
I know.
I'll do it.
Oh my, look who's back.
I thought you'd be halfway to Vegas in that fancy ass Jag of yours.
I figure why not let you pay for my gas.
Gotta raise again.
Five hundred.
Oh one of these days one of us is going to have
something when you raise!
Listen, why don't you just wink at me when that happens,
so I know, alright?
Raise.
I'm all in.
You want to give me a count on that?
Fifteen... Fifteen thirty-five.
Too rich for me.
I don't know what's worse.
That cute smile or that ugly shirt.
I'll give you some action.
Hey.
Hey, what happened?
The car's yours.
You've got to give me a ride though.
So where we going?
Vegas.
She said she knew some people in Vegas who could stake her,
get her started again.
But she didn't seem to be in a hurry to get there.
Hey Leslie, are you asleep?
No.
I keep playing old poker hands in my head.
You?
Same.
Except for the poker.
What are you replaying?
Just some stuff that happened back in New York.
Hey, the man you told me about in Vegas
that could give you the money...
Yeah?
Is he a boyfriend?
No.
I haven't had very much luck with boyfriends.
I've had a few but
none that I could ever ask for anything, let alone money.
Now you want to know who the man in Vegas is,
but you're too polite to ask.
No.
It's not important.
He's my father.
Taught me how to play poker.
He had me figuring odds around the same time
other kids were learning how to count.
He used to tell people
that I thought the number that came after ten
was Jack.
So I can ask him for money or anything, but
I won't.
Trust everyone but always cut the cards.
Best thing my father ever taught me.
You know what that means?
It means never trust anybody.
If you're so good at reading people...
Then why did I lose?
Yeah.
Because you can't always win.
You can beat players but you can't beat luck.
Sometimes your rhythm's off,
you read the person right but still do the wrong thing.
Because you trust them?
Because you can't even trust yourself.
Shit.
Nobody I want to hear from.
Nobody?
Nobody!
How did you get this number?
You know this is the third time this month I've have change it?
Just leave me the hell alone! Stop calling!
Dammit!
Beth, answer it for me.
What do you want me to say?
Tell them its the wrong number and not to call again.
Okay.
Hello?
Sorry, you have-
From where?
Okay.
Okay... you sure?
Okay, thank you... bye.
It was someone from a hospital in Vegas.
They said your dad's there,
and they said he's dying.
Son of a bitch.
That man... always dying.
It's a trick, okay?
He's pulled this on me before.
Says he has to see me, he's dying.
And then...
you know how many times I've fallen for that?
But it was someone from the hospital that called. It wasn't him.
So what, Beth?
You think he couldn't pay someone
to make the phone call for him?
I swear, is there anyone you don't trust?
Well, he must really want to see you to make up a story like that.
Geez, you are just dying to ask me something.
What?
I didn't say anything.
You didn't have to. I can read you.
I can even guess what you wanna ask.
You wanna ask,
"What if he is dying?" "What if the message is legit?"
Well what if he is?
The thing is, Beth,
I don't care.
He lives, he dies,
whatever.
I don't fucking care.
You're lying.
I'm not going in there.
What?
I can't. What- what if I go in there
and he's just sitting up in his room
with his dead beat friends playing gin rummy
or, I dunno, detoxing, getting a mole removed...
You know it's more serious than that.
No, I don't know that and neither do you.
Listen, you do me a favor. You go in there for me.
Me?
Why me?
Because you are safe. There's no way he can hurt you.
Go, c'mon.
Fine.
I am sorry.
You know we tried to phone a couple days
but couldn't seem to reach you.
He was-
You should've come earlier.
He put you up to this!?
How much he pay you huh!?
Jesus.
You're so good at reading people?
Can't you see it in my face!?
Leslie, he's gone!
You're lying.
Beth.
I can't give you the car.
Why?
Because the car...
the car belonged to my father.
Look, he won big one day in a Hold'em game at the Riviera, and
went out and bought it the next day.
It was his pride and joy.
Til one day I stole his keys, and an hour later I stole his car.
I don't know why I did it.
Maybe I just
wanted to see what he would do, you know?
Was he gonna report it?
Get his daughter arrested?
He did something better than that.
He waited until he found out where I wound up.
One morning,
a FedEx guy comes with an envelope for me.
Inside the envelope's the title and registration of the car.
Son of a bitch signed it over to me.
So,
I'm gonna drive this car until it falls apart.
At least until I do.
So what am I supposed to?
Well, Beth...
I told you I lost everything back at Harlan's, didn't I?
Yeah.
Well, that's not exactly how it went down.
See, I beat that game on its ass, Beth.
I knocked them off their feet.
The cards turned just like I knew they would.
I read the other players just right.
I walked away with all their money.
So you lied to me.
Maybe I didn't want to share.
Maybe I just wanted to see how trusting and gullible you were.
Maybe I just wanted company. You know?
It's a long ride, Beth.
I didn't want to go alone.
Can't do it. Thirty-five hundred's the best I can give ya.
Three thousand. That's my top.
Can't. Gotta have thirty-five hundred. Sorry.
Thirty-two hundred. Take it or leave it.
You know what?
I'm sure we can find a better deal someplace else. Let's go.
I don't think you will, ladies. Suit yourselves.
Thank you!
Don't look back.
Beth, where are you going?
I want that car.
Beth, not at that price!
We can get it for three grand by the time we get to my car.
I don't think he's gonna come down.
And I think that's the car I want.
Have you learned nothing from your time with me?
You have to stop taking people at their word!
Maybe you should start.
You're hopeless.
You're hopeless too.
Dear Jeremy.
In the last few days, I've been learning how to not trust people
and I'm glad I failed.
Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror
to define us and tell us who we are,
and each reflection makes me like myself a little more.
Elizabeth.
Hello, Cafe Klyuch.
DAY 300 New York
Rent.
You still open?
No reason for me to still be here if I wasn't.
I heard this place has the best coffee and pie in town.
Where'd you hear that?
I get around.
You wanna come inside?
It's cold.
What are you doing out here? It's freezing.
It's a beautiful night. I wanted to get some fresh air.
Have a seat.
Isn't this reserved?
Reserved for you.
Want something to eat?
Yeah, I'm starving.
What's good tonight?
What about a steak?
That sounds good.
Does it come with home fries?
Or mashed.
They both sound good.
Half an order of both?
I'll get the home fries with the steak, medium rare,
and a side of mashed potatoes.
Coming right up.
Learning something about me?
There's something different about you.
Or maybe it's me that's changed.
Where are the keys?
You don't keep them anymore?
Been trying to give them back to their owners.
Do you want yours?
No. I don't need them anymore.
What about your keys?
I got rid of them.
Good night, Jeremy.
I'll see you tomorrow.
You know I came here the night I left
but I didn't make it past the front door.
I almost walked in but I knew that if I did.
I would just be the same old Elizabeth.
I didn't want to be that person anymore.
Hope you enjoy it.
Are they still left untouched at the end of the night?
Yep, more or less.
Then why do you keep making them?
Well I always like having one around just in case
you pop in and fancy a slice.
Do you remember that last night you were here?
When you practically ate an entire pie all by yourself?
Really?
I remember getting really drunk and
having a god awful hangover the next day.
Nothing else?
No, nothing else.
Or don't you have a tape I can watch?
I do... but...
I've watched it so many times
that the picture started fading to black and white.
And now it's completely unwatchable.
Must have been an interesting night.
It was.
Never seen a girl eat so much in all my life.
Like this?
No, it was more like this.
It's good pie.
It took me nearly a year to get here.
It wasn't so hard to cross that street afterall.
It all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.