♪
(TRAIN CHUGGING)
Subtitles by explosiveskull Sync by GoldenBeard
("WHERE ARE YOU" BY JULIE LONDON PLAYING)
(TRAIN STOPS, DOORS OPEN)
♪ Where are you?
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.)
♪ Where have you gone
♪ Without me?
♪ I thought you cared
♪ About me
♪ Where are you?
♪ Where's my heart?
♪ Where is the dream
♪ We started?
Here I have your... (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
♪ I can't believe
♪ We're parted
♪ Where are you?
♪ When we said
♪ Goodbye, love
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.)
♪ What had we to gain?
♪ When I
♪ Gave you my love
♪ Was it all in vain?
♪ All life through
♪ Must I go on
♪ Pretending?
♪ Where is my happy ending?
♪ Where are you?
Hello?
♪ Where are you?
ERICA: So, how was the job?
FRANCES: It was fine, you know, until I figure out...
ERICA: What to do with your life?
- No one ever does. - (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
- (FRIDGE DOOR CLOSES) - (DRINK POURING)
Okay, what the hell is that?
I found it on the train.
I'm just gonna drop it off tomorrow.
Oh, you're gonna... you're gonna drop it off tomorrow?
- Are you insane? - No, Erica.
Where I come from, that's what we do.
Okay, this is Manhattan.
You find a bag, you call bomb squad.
Don't open that.
ERICA: Gross. A lottery ticket,
weird-looking pills.
"Greta Hideg."
Let's see.
- No. Uh-uh. - Oh, here we go.
ERICA: Yes.
A spa day.
Or... we could do a colonic.
Come on, it'll be fun.
- Will it be? - Yeah.
They jet asparagus juice up your ass.
And it's not just about cleansing your body;
it's also very good for short-term memory.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Jason Largo was dyslexic, and since he's been doing them,
now he can say the alphabet backwards.
Look, we're not taking her money, number one,
and number two, I don't want asparagus juice
shot up my butt under any circumstance.
Never say never.
Have you called your dad yet?
- (CHATTER AND MUSIC PLAYING) - (POPCORN CRUNCHING)
(SCOFFS)
Do I have to?
Just don't want him to think
I'm not giving you the messages.
Yeah, I know.
I'll call him.
(SIREN WAILING AND MUSIC PLAYING OVER SCREEN)
Hey.
Come on.
Movie hasn't even started yet.
I know. It's just...
It was our thing, you know?
Some crappy movie, just...
Mom and I.
ERICA: Come on, Frankie.
Let's get you home.
You could always give me your mom.
Ha! Please take her.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Thank you.
(TRAIN CHUGGING)
(SIREN WAILING NEARBY)
(DISTANT PIANO PLAYING LISZT'S "LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3")
(MUSIC GROWING LOUDER)
- (CLEARS THROAT) - (PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
WOMAN (FRENCH ACCENT): Who is this?
FRANCES: Oh, uh, it's Frances McCullen.
- (MUSIC STOPS) - I have a bag that I found
that I think belongs to a Greta Hideg.
Oh, uh, hi.
Here you go.
Oh, bless your heart. I've been looking everywhere.
- Where did you find it? - Uh, on the subway.
Oh, darling, you brought it all the way in this rain.
Will you like a... a cup of coffee?
It's already on the pot.
It-it would mean a lot to me.
- You've been so kind. - (FRANCES CHUCKLES)
Yeah, sure. Why not?
You can put your umbrella here.
Okay. Thank you.
Are you from New York?
Uh, no, I'm actually from Boston,
but I'm living here with a friend.
Thank you.
Boyfriend?
- No, my roommate from Smith. - (COFFEE POURING)
Her dad bought her a loft in Tribeca for graduation,
so we're breaking it in.
- Oh, that must be tough. - (FRANCES CHUCKLES)
(MUFFLED BANGING)
The neighbors. I'm sorry.
Remodeling.
A little courtesy, please!
- A little quiet! - (BANGING STOPS)
Thank you!
I swear they are building an ark.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Is this your husband?
Yes.
Christof.
- When he was young. - Mm.
And is that your daughter?
- GRETA: Yes. Nicola. - (SETS CUP ON SAUCER)
He taught me how to play.
My husband.
Liszt was his favorite.
(PLAYING LISZT'S "LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3")
Then he began fluffing the notes.
His left hand.
He thought it was arthritis.
Six months later, he was gone.
They are with you, and then they are gone.
The ones we love.
"Liebestraum." Do you know what it means?
A dream of love.
Because that's all love leaves us with.
A dream. A memory.
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry.
It's my only company these days.
Is that your dog?
Oh, yes. Jojo.
Long gone as well.
Well, have you considered getting another?
Oh, no, I couldn't.
(CHUCKLING): I wouldn't know how to choose.
Well, I could help you. If you wanted.
- Are you a dog person? - A little bit.
My mom actually used to breed them.
Thank you, sweetheart,
but I don't think I could manage a dog right now.
I hope you are not offended.
Not at all.
But if you change your mind, just, uh, let me know.
Do I have your phone number?
No. (LAUGHS)
(PHONE BEEPS)
I never know how to work these things.
Here, let me help you.
(PHONE BEEPING)
It was actually a really spiritual experience.
They cleanse your soul, not just your butt,
to the sound of shamanic singing bowls and pan flutes.
- Please be kidding. - (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
- You should come with me next time. - Nope.
- I ordered takeout. - (CHUCKLES) Wait.
- While they were up your...? - No, God!
Gross. For now, for dinner.
- Oh. - (PHONE RINGS)
Oh, thank God. I'm starving.
Yeah, apartment 4B.
Uh, Greta?
- Oh. - (MUSIC STOPS)
Hey.
GRETA: Sorry to bother you, sweetheart.
Am I calling at a bad time?
No, no, not at all. How are you?
I've been thinking about
what you said about the dog, and...
I thought, if you wouldn't mind coming, it...
it might not be such a bad idea after all.
Yeah, of course.
When, uh... when do you want to go?
GRETA: Saturday morning?
Is 10:00 too early?
Uh, no, 10:00's fine. I'll see you then.
Did I just snort crystal meth,
or did you just offer to go dog shopping with an old lady?
I know.
This city is gonna eat you alive.
(CHUCKLES)
GRETA: So, how long
- do you keep them here? - (DOGS BARKING)
- Five days. - And then?
If nobody claims their dogs, they're PTS.
- PTS? - Put to sleep.
Oh. What a dreadful euphemism.
And so, which of these is next for the...
PTS treatment?
Um...
This is Morton.
Today is Morton's last day.
GRETA: Oh.
- May I come in? - Mm-hmm.
Come on.
Come on, Morton.
You don't want to end up a euphemism, do you?
Morton...
I'm taking you home.
(MORTON WHINING)
♪
FRANCES: Smile.
- (CAMERA CLICKS) - (FRANCES CHUCKLES)
Great.
Oh, goodness. (CHUCKLES)
I had no idea it could do this.
I know. The, uh, wonders of technology, huh?
Oh, um, if you want to send it
to your daughter, it's actually pretty easy.
You just click this, and then share.
Oh.
You're close to your mother, I can tell.
Mm.
She actually passed away.
Last year.
Oh, Frances.
Yeah.
Why didn't you tell me?
It's like you said.
I'm left with this...
this dream of her,
and I don't want her to fade.
It won't.
If you keep it... here.
In your heart.
(TAPPING KEYBOARD)
(MORTON SNIFFING)
(MORTON WHINES)
(PHONE VIBRATES)
(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
♪
It's okay to light a candle, even if you don't really...
practice.
I'm sure it is.
Christof used to play the organ here.
Every Friday.
Today's a Friday.
I know.
For the ones that are gone.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, DISTANT TRAFFIC RUMBLING)
Yes?
Nothing has changed.
Still the same racket from the window.
Listen.
(OPERATIC SINGING, INSTRUMENTS PLAYING SCALES IN DISTANCE)
Love you, too.
Ciao.
- Nicola, she used to go here. - Mm.
The youngest-ever winner of the Little Mozart.
And where is she now?
Paris.
I would have loved Juilliard for her.
Mm, uh, still, the Conservatoire de Paris
is not to be...
How-how do you say that?
Sneezed at?
(CHUCKLES)
Uh, you must miss her terribly.
Oh, I get by.
One way or another.
(PLAYING LISZT'S "LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3")
You don't have to be lonely.
Oh, my dear.
Even you'll be gone soon.
You know, my friends say, uh...
I'm like chewing gum.
(STOPS PLAYING)
Chewing gum?
I tend to stick around.
You promise?
I promise.
So, remember Simon Porter?
FRANCES: Uh...
Um...
Chin fuzz, sideburns,
dad works at The New York Times?
No, absolutely no clue.
Okay, well, he remembers you.
He's having a party tonight, and we're going.
- I am wearing these. - (SIGHS)
- What, are they bad? - No, they're great.
They're disgusting. You want to puke.
Erica, they're perfect, okay? I just can't go.
I already made plans with, uh, Greta to have dinner.
Seriously?
You'd rather have dinner with Cruella than your friends?
That's mean. And they're not my friends.
Hey. I am.
Well, I'm sorry, but I made these plans last week, so...
Come on. Please. I'll call her.
- Do you want me to call her? - Erica, I can't go.
I have to be there in, like, 30 minutes, so no.
(ERICA SIGHS)
What?
I wasn't gonna say anything, but this is just...
it's getting weird.
You, like, totally adopted this woman.
She's my friend.
You hardly know her.
Okay, I'm gonna call her. That's it.
And we're putting her on a serious taper,
- starting tomorrow. - No, Erica. What the hell?
Why do you always think that you can
just tell me what to do?
Right, I'm just some superficial bitch.
But I don't see how making
some random lady your surrogate mom is normal.
- Excuse me? - You're gonna pretend
that that's not what's going on here?
It's so obvious, it's sad.
She's not your mother.
I'm gonna try and forget that you just said that to me.
(OVER STEREO): ♪ Sous les ponts de Paris
♪ Lorsque descend la nuit
Careful. It's hot.
♪ Tout's sort's de gueux se faufilent en cachette... ♪
Mmm. That's delicious.
- Soupe de poisson. - (CHUCKLES QUIETLY)
♪ Hôtel du courant d'air... ♪
- And the risotto? - Ah.
Courgette and basil. (CHUCKLES)
A recipe my mother taught me.
- Mmm. - Is it good?
Delicious. Hmm?
♪ Prends ce bouquet, quelques brins d'muguet ♪
♪ C'est peu mais c'est tout' ma fortune ♪
♪ Viens avec moi, j'connais l'endroit ♪
♪ Où l'on craint même pas l'clair de lune ♪
Where are the candles?
Uh, in the cabinet... the little cabinet.
Okay.
♪ Sous les ponts de Paris
♪ Lorsque descend la nuit
♪ Comm' il n'a pas d'quoi s'payer un' chambrette ♪
Hmm.
♪ Un couple heureux vient s'aimer en cachette... ♪
(SONG CONTINUES, MUFFLED UNDER DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL SCORE)
(GASPS)
(CORK POPS)
Did you find them?
Yeah, I found them.
Mmm, wonderful.
I wish I had met your mother.
It's good, no?
It's delicious.
So, tell me about your friend.
Uh, this friend of yours... um, Erica is her name, no?
What's wrong? You seem upset.
I'm really not feeling well.
Oh, dear. Are you sick?
Maybe.
I don't know, it just kind of came over me.
Would you like to lay down?
No, I think I should just go home.
(SCOFFS) We haven't had dessert.
That's okay.
Uh, I'll pack you a-a plate, if you want.
No, no, it's-it's totally fine.
- It's no bother. - Greta, really, it's fine.
Are you sure? It will just take a moment.
I'm sure.
Is there anything I can do?
Tell me where it hurts.
I just need to go home.
(DOOR RATTLING)
Use the key.
In the bowl.
(PANTING)
- Oh, my God. - I know.
I mean, I guess she's been, what,
purposely planting them around the city?
Just hoping someone brings them back to her?
- And you did. - Yeah, I did.
(GROANS) That's the creepiest thing I've ever heard.
(RINGTONE PLAYING)
CHEF: Here you go. Table five.
Hurry up.
(LINE RINGING)
Hey, she's really freaking me out.
ERICA: Yeah, tell me about it.
- She called there, too? - Only, like, 80 times.
I had to unplug the phone.
Oh, my God, I just want her to go away.
Yeah, well, unfortunately, it's not that easy,
especially if they don't want to go.
And do you want to know the kicker?
What's the kicker?
The crazier they are, the harder they cling.
Don't tell me that.
Then I also won't tell you that I tried
- to warn you about her. - I know.
Goddamn it, why didn't I just listen to you?
You never do.
Well, from now on, I swear to God,
I'll do whatever you tell me to do.
There's somebody asking for you.
- Who? - A woman.
Oh, my God, Erica, I think she's here.
- Shit. - I'll call you later.
Can you get rid of her?
I tried. She said she needed to see you.
I don't want to talk to her.
- Look, Francine... - It's Frances.
I'm not your public relations manager, understand?
Just get rid of her.
And I don't want a scene.
(SIGHS)
Greta, what are you doing here?
I was worried. You didn't answer your phone.
- I left you some messages. - I got them.
- What do you want? - Sweetheart, I...
- Don't. - What?
Don't call me that.
What's wrong?
What is it?
- Ma chérie... - Stop calling me that.
Tell me what's wrong.
Come on, Greta.
I saw them.
The bags in the closet, Greta.
I saw them.
What, you go... you go planting them around,
hoping some lost soul's gonna bring them back to you?
Trying to find the biggest sucker in New York City?
Well, congratulations. You found her.
- Frances. - God, you're good.
You're really, really good.
You totally had me.
Thank God I opened the wrong closet door.
- Will you let me explain? - No, I won't let you explain.
Because it's over.
And I never want to see you again.
Frances, please.
Do not come back here.
♪
(WHINING)
♪
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING STOPS)
(PHONE VIBRATING)
GRETA: Frances?
If you would only let me explain.
What I did was wrong.
I know that now.
And it will never happen again.
But since Nicola left,
I have been in this well of loneliness,
this black hole.
Maybe it drove me a little mad.
We were meant for love, Frances,
not this terrible isolation.
And if you don't call me, I don't know what I will do.
Want to work Saturday, 6:00 to close?
Uh, yeah, sure.
Ah... (CLICKING TONGUE)
- (WHISPERS): Okay, go. - Sorry.
Go, go, go.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
(GASPS) If those are mine,
I'm gonna dry-hump you right here.
(CHUCKLES) I wish.
Frances McCullen?
I can't accept those.
(QUIETLY): White lilies.
I'm sorry.
(QUIET CHATTER)
- (GLASS SHATTERS) - Oh!
- Uh... uh... - I'm so sorry.
Um, did any of it get on you?
I will get you a new glass immediately.
I'm very, very, very sorry.
Uh, uh, I'll be right back with your other glass.
♪
Call the cops.
This is not a problem?
So she can just stand there and stare at me all day,
and that's not a problem? Everything's cool?
Across the street? Yeah, pretty much.
How is that not harassment?
Ma'am, technically, she can stand there
with a telephoto lens and a tripod
and take your picture if she wants to.
Public area, her rights are protected.
Awesome.
Ignore her.
She's just looking for attention.
The more you give her, the more she'll want back.
- Well, that was easy. - Ma'am.
(SIGHS QUIETLY)
♪
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
I said I was sorry.
Please talk to me!
I said I was sorry. Just tell me what you want...
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
(SIREN WAILING NEARBY)
(FIRE TRUCK BLASTING HORN)
- (ELECTRONIC CHIMING) - (SIGHS QUIETLY)
Please.
Jesus! What...?
God, what do you... what do you want from me?
I want to talk.
Then talk to your daughter.
I can't. She does not understand.
What?
- What doesn't she understand? - I'm lonely.
Greta, everybody's lonely.
That does not mean that you get to follow people around
and terrorize them.
Everybody needs a friend.
- You have your Erica. - No.
No, you leave Erica out of this.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You said you always stick around like chewing gum.
Are you insane?
- Please. - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Let's try and start again.
I love you.
You don't even know me.
I tried to talk to you. I tried.
But you wouldn't listen.
People can't keep doing this to me.
(GASPS, SHUDDERS)
Ugh, I can't believe she did this.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
OFFICER: Harassment restraining order
can be applied for in certain circumstances.
- Is there any physical assault? - She threw gum in her hair.
Chewing gum?
A restraining order.
How could I apply for one?
You file a petitioner's affidavit
before the court administrator.
Once the filing fee is paid,
it's forwarded to the judge for review.
The judge may then schedule a hearing.
FRANCES: And how long could that take?
(CHUCKLING): It's Manhattan.
The courts are overcrowded.
- How long? - (SIGHS) It could take months.
Instructions for filing are online.
(TRAIN CHUGGING)
♪
WOMAN: In order to remove a dog
from the home, SPCA would need proof of mistreatment,
like photos or witness statements.
What if I don't have any proof
but I'm worried about the dog's safety?
You talking about that sweet French lady
that you came here with?
I'm just frightened.
For the dog.
♪
(DOOR OPENING)
(MORTON BARKING, WHINING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
♪
I thought you were in Paris.
OPERATOR: The customer you have called
is unavailable to take your call.
Please leave a message after the tone.
- (BEEP) - Hi. This is Frances McCullen.
I'm trying to get in contact with Nicola Hideg,
Greta Hideg's daughter.
Uh, you see, I helped her adopt a dog,
and I'm worried.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(ELEVATOR HUMMING, ELECTRONIC CHIMING)
(GASPS QUIETLY)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(LOCK CLICKING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(PANTING QUIETLY)
Erica?
♪
(SIGHS)
God.
(RINGTONE PLAYING)
Hello?
ERICA: Hey, where are you?
- Where should I be? - Chester's.
(SIGHING): Oh, crap.
I totally flaked. I'm sorry.
- We're-we're still here. - (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
- Come hang out. - No, it's okay.
I'm gonna stay in tonight.
- Are you okay? - (FRANCES SIGHS)
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just, uh... I'm tired.
But I'll-I'll see you when you get back.
- Okay. - Bye.
(SIGHS)
(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)
(DISTANT CHATTER)
(PHONE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Hey, Papa.
CHRIS: You haven't called me that in a while.
Uh... (SIGHS)
Sorry. It, uh... it slipped.
Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead.
- Maybe you should. - (CHUCKLES)
How are you doing?
(SIGHS) I don't know.
Been thinking about maybe going away.
Might be good to think some things over.
Can I come, too?
Just you and me?
You're just mad at me
because I found a way to move on.
Is that what it's called?
Did it ever occur to you
that your mom might have wanted it that way?
Come on.
I-I mean, for both of us.
So that we could just get on with our lives.
Is that supposed to make this better?
I'm not a perfect man.
Which is fine, except now
you're quoting Bill Clinton, so...
- (CELL PHONE CHIMES) - Look,
we've both been through so much.
This hasn't been easy on either of us.
And I miss her as much as you do.
Frances?
Dad, I got to call you back.
- Right now? - Yeah. I'm sorry.
(PANTING QUIETLY)
(LINE RINGING)
(CHIMES)
(GASPS)
- ERICA: Frankie? - Erica, Jesus Christ.
- What's the matter? - Greta... she's there.
She's sending me pictures of you.
What?
You got to get out of there. Actually, no, no.
Don't go alone. Is anybody with you?
I've looked around. Nobody's here.
- Where are you? - Don't worry.
I'm leaving. It was a bore fest anyways.
- (PHONE CHIMES) - Oh, my God, Erica.
No, no, no. She's still following you.
She's literally going out the door right now.
She can't be. I slipped out the back.
- FRANCES: Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure.
Take a deep breath. Relax, okay?
(PANTING)
God, this is such bullshit.
I mean, she can't do this.
I'm gonna go to the cops tomorrow, and I'm gonna
- hire an attorney. - Go, Frankie Mac.
FRANCES: I mean, it's one thing to harass me,
but to threaten my friend, she can...
- (PHONE CHIMES) - ERICA: You there?
She's still following you. Turn around.
- I don't see anyone. - You're-you're...
you're in an alleyway, and there's some
big billboard behind you, and you're still on the phone.
ERICA: That's right in front of me.
(PHONE CHIMES)
FRANCES: Jesus Christ.
You have to get out of there.
Erica?
Hello?
Okay, calm down, Frankie. I've gotten out of there.
Where are you?
I'm taking the goddamn subway.
FRANCES: She's right behind you.
Turn around.
She can't be.
You bitch.
She's still following you.
I don't see her.
I'm just gonna take an Uber, okay?
A bus just pulled up.
I can't believe myself, but I'm getting on.
Go. Run.
(BUS DOOR OPENING)
- Erica? - I'm on.
- Watch for her. - I will.
Okay, we're good.
(PHONE CHIMES)
Erica, she's on the bus.
What?
(CAMERA CLICKS)
(PHONE CHIMES)
You need help.
FRANCES: Erica, don't talk to her!
You're pathetic! Excuse me, I have to get off.
Erica, get off the bus.
- Okay, I'm off. - Where are you?
Uh, I-I don't know. Somewhere on 33rd.
Uh, there's a bar up ahead, the Copper House.
Copper House. It's a left on 33rd from here.
And hurry, please.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
You sick bitch.
- (TIRES SQUEAL) - FRANCES: Oh, my God!
Erica!
(GASPING)
Erica.
Oh, my God. Hi.
This chick is seriously disturbed.
I do have to admit, though, she takes a good photo.
I mean, I look badass.
Erica, come on.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
Hello?
WOMAN: Hi.
Um, this isn't gonna be easy,
but maybe we should meet.
("WYOMING" BY HEATHER WOODS BRODERICK PLAYING)
(PANTING)
♪ When I think upon
Sorry.
♪ The day we met
♪ The sun was shining
♪ In my mother's yard we sat... ♪
Frances?
Um... yeah.
You called me about Nicola?
I'm Alexa.
Alexa Hammond.
Do you want to...?
Nicola Hideg is dead.
She killed herself four years ago.
Uh, I knew her from A.A.
I was her addiction counselor,
and then her partner for six years.
- But, uh, I could nev... - Um...
I-I'm sorry, but...
what about Paris?
- Paris? - Yeah.
Greta said that she studied at the... the conservatory there.
Nicola had never been to France.
Listen, that whole French shtick of Greta's
is an affectation, all right?
She's from Hungary.
You know, Greta...
she still pretends to talk to her.
On the phone.
She's a very ill woman.
So, Nicola never studied the piano or anything?
She used to play till her knuckles bled.
You can't save people.
You know, I couldn't save her from...
whatever it was that had been done to her.
You know, maybe she just couldn't survive the box.
The box?
I used to think it was a metaphor.
You know, the box in which she was confined
as a child or whatever.
But I came to realize before the end...
...that maybe I was wrong.
CHRIS (OVER PHONE): I was speaking with Erica.
Dad.
She told me what's been going on.
You keep telling me everything is okay.
I am okay. I...
I'm an adult.
So talk to me like I'm an adult.
Okay, like an adult.
This woman is unstable.
You need to cut her off entirely.
I already have cut her off.
(MOUTHING)
(SIGHS)
Look, Dad, I'll call you back later.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
Hi. I'm Frances, and I'll be your waitress for the evening.
A Kir Royale and some sparkling water, ma chérie.
- No, I-I... - (TRAY CRASHES)
I'm sorry. I-I can't do this.
But I've reserved, my dear.
- What do you mean, you can't? - Is there a problem?
Yes, this woman has been harassing me.
You need to ask her to leave.
I'm afraid she has a reservation.
What kind of service is this?
How can I help you, madam?
A Kir Royale and a sparkling water.
She has my order.
- Want some Valium with that? - Yeah. Wouldn't work.
- Is she your stalker? - Yeah.
Good luck.
(SIGHS)
I'll start with the crab bisque and a small green salad.
- Why are you doing this? - Because we have to talk.
I have nothing to say to you.
Nothing? After all we've been through together?
And the sea bream to follow.
- It's palatable? - It's excellent.
A glass of something white and dry.
The pinot grigio.
No. Something French.
The Chablis.
If you say so.
Chérie.
- Do not call me that. - Et pourquoi pas?
It's what you are: my darling. Ma chérie.
Why are you speaking French?
(SPEAKS STERNLY IN HUNGARIAN)
- Was she talking Klingon? - Call the cops.
- Henri won't like that. - I don't care. Just call them.
Your funeral.
(BUSY CHATTER)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
The Chablis.
May I?
Mm...
A bit like you.
Promises a lot, then disappoints.
Okay.
I deserve better!
(PATRONS GASPING)
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
You can't do this to me. To us.
- Are you a child? - No, you're the child.
You need someone to love. You need a mother to hold you.
You lost someone, and you're afraid to love.
- We both know it's true. - Don't you dare
talk to me about my mother.
Darling, don't you understand?
She had to die.
She had to die for us to meet!
Are you out of your mind?
You just can't accept it!
Look at her! She's full of loss!
Of grieving!
She's gone, Frances!
Just accept it! It's called moving on!
(SHOUTING IN HUNGARIAN)
Leave me alone! She's gone!
Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
(GRUNTS)
Leave me alone!
(SIREN WAILING)
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
I should just try and ignore her, right?
And how am I supposed to take precautions
when you're not even gonna tell me
whether or not she's been released?
Oh, my God.
You already released her, didn't you?
Okay, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna... I'm gonna take that as a yes.
Goddamn it.
My dad wants to come pick me up.
Okay.
Okay?
I think you should go.
What, just leave?
Come away with me, then, if the family thing's too much.
We can go to Baja.
It's cheap.
Yeah, but she'd still be here...
the minute we got back.
Well, then...
guess you'll have to try the slow fade.
What's that?
You apologize,
tell her the problem is you, not her,
and that you have to go and deal with your, um, issues.
By the time that you're back,
she'll have moved on to someone else.
So...
lie, in other words?
Right to her face.
I'll take you through it.
I'm the master of the slow fade.
♪
It's Friday.
Greta, I'm sorry.
I know you are, dear.
You were right.
I do care.
I've just been so upset about my mom,
and I was blaming you.
I'm gonna go away tomorrow.
Just for a little bit.
Think some things over.
You've been such a help.
A friend when I needed one the most.
Everyone needs a friend.
But we're more than friends, Frances.
We're connected.
We're family.
I know.
And what does every child need?
A mother.
♪
So we'll meet when you come back?
You need packing help?
(QUIETLY): No.
You wouldn't lie to me, would you?
No.
So it's not goodbye, darling.
Don't I deserve a hug?
♪
Maybe that was goodbye, Morton.
("THE STRANGERS" BY ST. VINCENT PLAYING)
♪ You showed up with a black eye ♪
♪ Looking to go start a fight
♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪
♪ Playboys under your mattress ♪
♪ Like I wouldn't notice
♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪
♪ What do I share?
♪ What do I keep
♪ From all the strangers
♪ Who sleep where I sleep?
(BELL DINGS)
(WATER DRIPPING)
Erica?
♪
Erica, did you water the plants?
(QUIET, SHUDDERING BREATHS)
(GASPS, GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(PANTING, GASPING)
(GRETA HUMMING A TUNE)
(GASPING WEAKLY)
Erica isn't here, dear, but thank goodness...
(DISTORTED, ECHOING): I am.
It seems you forgot to pack.
Now, which shoes would you like to bring?
- Sir, can you help me? - (FRANCES GROANS SOFTLY)
- My niece, she's very ill. - Sure.
Sure. I'll grab her.
(FRANCES GRUNTS)
Thank you.
(DRIVER'S DOOR CLOSES)
I'm going to put you right to bed when we get home.
♪
(FRANCES GASPS)
(FRANCES GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(MOANS, PANTS)
(MOANS)
Here we are.
Toys for you to play with.
Even if you don't deserve them.
Telling me one big lie like that.
But...
we'll have our little holiday here.
Hmm?
(LID CREAKS)
(GASPING)
("THE STRANGERS" BY ST. VINCENT PLAYING)
♪ You showed up with a black eye ♪
♪ Looking to go start a fight
(BELL DINGS)
♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪
♪ Playboys under your mattress ♪
♪ Like I wouldn't notice
♪ Paint the black hole blacker ♪
(MUSIC STOPS)
Erica?
Shouldn't you be packing?
Yeah.
(HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)
Yeah, right.
(BELL DINGS)
Daddy's here.
Is he afraid to come up?
I don't know. Maybe.
Kind of been on his case a lot lately.
Give him a chance. He loves you.
Oh, I'm gonna miss you.
You okay?
I don't know.
I love you, but you got to go.
- Call me. - I will.
- Send pictures, okay? - Okay.
(ELEVATOR CLANKS AND RATTLES)
(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)
(ELECTRONIC DINGING)
(ELEVATOR CREAKING)
(ELEVATOR RUMBLING)
What the hell?
(CREAKING, RATTLING)
(RUMBLING LOUDLY)
- (GLASS SHATTERING) - Oh, my God!
Help! Oh, my God!
- No! No, no! - (RAPID DINGING)
Oh, my God. Help!
Please. Oh, my God!
No! No!
Help me!
(MOANING SOFTLY)
(TOY SQUEAKS)
What?
(TOY CHATTERS)
(TOY SQUEAKING)
(WHIMPERS QUIETLY)
(GASPING)
Help me!
Please.
No!
Please let me out!
Please let me go. No, no.
No! Please, somebody help me!
(FRANCES PANTING)
This is the bed of lies.
- You were not even packed. - (SOBBING SOFTLY)
You were not going anywhere, were you?
(WHISPERS): Please.
Just trying to get rid of Greta.
(WHISPERS): Please.
Please don't close it. Don't close it.
Don't close it. Don't close it. Please don't close it.
You want out? Come on, then.
Just like Nicola.
Can't make up your mind.
- (WHIMPERING, GASPING) - (FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CRYING)
(PIANO PLAYING LISZT'S "LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3")
(SHUDDERING BREATHS)
(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)
(UNDER BREATH): Please.
(PANTING)
God, let me out!
Let me out!
No.
(BANGING, RATTLING)
(MUSIC STOPS, METRONOME TICKING)
(METRONOME STOPS)
(GASPING, SOBBING)
(PIANO RESUMES PLAYING)
(SOBBING)
(PANTING)
♪
(SHUDDERING BREATHS)
What?
What did you do to her?!
(GRUNTING)
Where is she?!
(SOBBING)
(QUIETLY): Please.
- Please. - (PIANO MUSIC STOPS)
(QUIET, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Frances?
I've been going through some old photos.
(MOUSE CLICKS)
You remember that place we rented in Martha's Vineyard?
God, I hate voice mails.
Just call me, will you?
("SALT" BY SELK PLAYING OVER PHONE SPEAKERS)
♪ Salt sticks to your skin...
Oh. How sweet.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - ♪ Curse these days gone by
- ♪ I want to try it all again - (PHONE CHIMES)
5.63 meters. Displacement...
♪ Bless our foolish hearts
♪ How could we know?
♪ How could we have known?
- I got three X's. - What was that?
My daughter, uh...
she's on vacation with a friend.
- ♪ In this quiet place - (PHONE DINGS)
♪ I'm hiding
♪ In your warm embrace
♪ I'm lost
♪ In this quiet place
♪ I'm hiding
♪ In your warm embrace
♪ Never-ending blue...
CHRIS (ON VOICE MAIL): Frances, thanks for that text.
It meant so much to me.
Like some kind of horrible cloud had lifted.
When you come back, let's sit down and talk.
We've both been through a lot, but...
I won't lose you.
♪ I hear the seabirds sing their song ♪
♪ I'm lost
♪ In this quiet place
♪ I'm hiding
- ♪ In your warm embrace - (PHONE DIALING)
♪ I'm lost
- ♪ In this quiet place... - (LINE RINGING)
CHRIS (ON VOICE MAIL): Frances, I'm coming into the city.
You must be back by now.
Call me back.
♪
ERICA: Yeah, I'll buzz you in.
(DOOR CREAKS)
Are you ready for your lesson?
So you're back?
- From where? - From wherever it is you went.
Is she inside?
No, she went on vacation with you.
No, with you.
(DOOR OPENS)
Don't cry, angyalom.
(WHIMPERS)
We all make mistakes now and then.
Come on.
(PIANO PLAYING SCALE)
Good. One more time.
(PLAYS HIGH NOTES)
No.
C. Pinkie on the C.
Kisujj. Go ahead.
There was a nurse, Hideg,
dismissed from Bellevue Hospital
for misuse of anesthetics.
No criminal record. Could it be her?
I never met the woman.
She reportedly returned to Hungary.
Left no forwarding address.
The files show...
Just find her, Mr. Cody, whatever it costs.
250 a day, plus expenses.
Drink up, now.
Please.
Angyalom.
We don't want the box again, do we?
GRETA: You needed that to sleep.
Alszik a baba.
(HUMMING A LULLABY)
♪ Sous les ponts de Paris...
GRETA: "Mézeskalács."
Repeat after me: "Mézeskalács."
- "Mézeskalács." - No.
"Mézeskalács."
You have to be longer on the... on "mézeskalács."
FRANCES: "Mézeskalács."
One more time. "Mézeskalács."
"Mézeskalács."
Good. You're learning.
You probably call them cookies.
Although...
although the honey in the dough
can make it... how... how do you say?...
um... ragados.
I bet that means "sticky."
(GRETA SCREAMING)
My kisujj! (SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
♪
(GRUNTS)
- (GLASS CRUNCHING) - (GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
No. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
(RUSTLING)
Oh, my God.
- Samantha? - (UNZIPPING)
(GASPS)
(MUFFLED GASPING)
I could use some, too, my darling, but you first.
(MUFFLED BREATHING SLOWS)
♪
GRETA: Ay, ay, ay.
Ez tényleg fáj.
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
(HISSES IN PAIN)
Olyan jó, mint az új.
(WATER SLOSHING SOFTLY)
A lady is known...
by her shoes and her gloves.
(FRANCES EXHALES SOFTLY)
And we are nothing if not ladies.
(GROANS, PANTS)
(WEAKLY): She's still alive.
Forget about her, angyalom.
She's in Heaven now.
You are the only one.
(GRUNTS)
(FRANCES GROANS SOFTLY)
What a pair we are, hmm?
(FRANCES GROANS SOFTLY)
But we can do better.
(FRANCES GRUNTS)
Can't we?
- (FRANCES WHIMPERING SOFTLY) - My darling.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(PANTING)
(PANTS, GRUNTS)
(FOOTFALLS CONTINUE UP STAIRS)
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING, WHEELS SQUEAKING)
Can I help you?
I'm looking for a Greta Hideg.
And?
I was told she lives here.
She does.
If you can call it living.
Sorry.
- Was meant to be amusing. - It was amusing.
Are you a roofer? A chimney sweep?
I'm looking for any information...
Don't tell me you're from the IRS.
...on Frances McCullen.
Do you know her?
Yes.
Yes, I know her.
I haven't seen her in a while.
Well, I'm a family friend,
and they haven't heard from her, either.
Oh, really?
Would you like to come in?
Sure.
(DISTANT DOOR OPENS)
GRETA (MUFFLED): She went on holiday
with her father, I believe.
CODY: No, she didn't. That's the reason I'm here.
(DISTANT CHATTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
I don't get many visitors here.
Excuse the clutter.
You're going away?
Now, are you sure you're not from the IRS?
No, I'm not from the IRS.
They are the only certainties, aren't they?
Death and taxes.
Now, who said that?
I believe it was Benjamin Franklin.
But you didn't come all this way
to talk about taxes, did you?
No. Frances McCullen.
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(MUFFLED YELLING)
We were acquainted for a while, and then she went away.
Poof.
Not a word.
But that's young people for you.
They have their own lives to lead.
Please, take a seat.
Thank you.
(MUFFLED BANGING)
(GASPING)
(BANGING CONTINUES)
Chopin.
I love Chopin.
Don't you?
(MUFFLED BANGING CONTINUES)
(CHOPIN'S "MINUTE WALTZ" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
I like it when it fills the room.
She helped me choose Morton.
Morton?
Morton, my guard dog.
Who, by the way, hasn't been fed for...
I don't know how long now.
- Forgive me. - (MUFFLED BANGING CONTINUES)
Morton, be quiet.
Morton, please, will you keep quiet?
Morton?
- Morton? - (MUFFLED THUMP)
(SOBBING)
- (BANGING CONTINUES) - Morton?
(METRONOME TICKING)
Stop that banging.
("MINUTE WALTZ" CONTINUES OVER SPEAKERS)
(MUFFLED YELLING)
(WHIMPERING)
- (DOOR RATTLING) - (MUFFLED YELL)
(GROANS)
(GASPING)
GRETA: You're not from the IRS?
Are you sure?
- Maybe Homeland Security? - CODY: You psycho.
We have places for people like you.
But all my papers are in order. I'm a naturalized citizen.
CODY: She's in there, isn't she?
GRETA: She's having a nap,
like you will have in 20 seconds or so.
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
I'm taking her with me.
Are you sure?
Help me!
You don't look too good.
You missed.
(SCREAMS)
- Missed again. - (GROANS WEAKLY)
- (GUN FIRES) - (SCREAMS)
Ooh.
(GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTS WEAKLY)
(WHIMPERING)
("MINUTE WALTZ" CONTINUES)
Do you have children?
No? A pity.
No one to miss you.
("MINUTE WALTZ" CONTINUES)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
- (MUSIC ENDS) - (GASPING, SOBBING)
("WHERE ARE YOU" BY JULIE LONDON PLAYING)
(DOOR OPENS)
♪ Where are you?
♪ Where have you gone
♪ Without me?
What a mess.
♪ I thought you cared...
What a dreadful, terrible mess.
The bags, you see, were the perfect solution.
Who would believe a simple green leather handbag
would solve an eternity of loneliness?
Endlessly recycled through lost and found.
"If found, please return to..."
Oh, yes, they brought company.
♪ Where are you?
The company was nice for a while,
but everything has its end, doesn't it?
♪ When we said goodbye, love... ♪
- Even company. - (FRANCES GRUNTS)
♪ What had we to gain?
♪ When I
♪ Gave you my love
♪ Was it all in vain?
♪ All life through
♪ Must I go on pretending?
♪ Where is my
♪ Happy ending?
♪ Where are you?
♪ Where
♪ Are you?
(GRUNTING QUIETLY)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(DISTANT DOOR OPENS)
(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT CONVERSATION IN OTHER ROOM)
(GROANING WEAKLY)
(MUFFLED CONVERSATION CONTINUES)
♪
GRETA (IN OTHER ROOM): I can't place your accent.
YOUNG WOMAN (SOUTHERN ACCENT): I'm from Texas.
Mézeskalács.
I made them myself.
- Have one. - Thank you.
(WHIMPERING)
GRETA (IN OTHER ROOM): So, what brings you to New York?
- (MUFFLED GRUNTING) - (BANGING)
- Oh, how exciting. - (BANGING CONTINUES)
- I'm trying to be a model. - (METRONOME TICKING)
GRETA: The neighbors. I'm sorry.
Remodeling.
- (MUFFLED GRUNTING) - (BANGING)
(MUFFLED YELLING)
GRETA: A little courtesy, please!
- A little quiet! - (WHIMPERS QUIETLY)
- Thank you. - (TICKING STOPS)
I swear they are building an ark.
(YOUNG WOMAN LAUGHS)
(GASPING, PANTING)
GRETA: So, tell me,
how does one become a model?
Well, you get an agent.
Actually, first you get a portfolio, then an agent.
(GASPING)
GRETA: So clumsy.
Uh, I'll get a towel.
- (CLATTERING) - (GRETA GROANS)
- Are you okay? - I...
I feel so strange all of a sudden.
What... what kind of strange?
(GRETA GROANING)
(MOANS)
Do you... do you think that maybe you've been drugged?
Think that happened to a friend of mine once.
ERICA (NORMAL VOICE): The hours and hours I searched
the goddamn subway for that bag.
- So, what happens now? - Uh...
- (GRETA GROANS) - ERICA: You play me the piano,
talk about Liszt and "Liebestraum," right?
(GRUNTING WEAKLY)
Oh, no.
You're overdosing.
Yeah, that's what a bunch of roofies in your coffee
will do to you.
You need a doctor.
And I need my friend.
- (MUFFLED SCREAMING) - Where is she?
(BANGING)
(GRETA GROANS)
Frances?
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
Frances!
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(MUFFLED BANGING)
(TICKING)
Oh, my God.
- (GASPING, SOBBING) - (LOCKS CLICKING)
(WHIMPERING, SOBBING)
♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
And get that one, okay?
ERICA: Are you gonna be able to walk?
FRANCES: I don't know.
Hold on to me, okay?
Come on. Come on.
(FRANCES GASPING RAPIDLY)
- (PIANO PLAYING "LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3") - FRANCES: No! No! No!
No! No! No!
No, no, no. Erica, no.
- Erica, don't go. - I have to, okay?
- Don't go. Don't go. Don't... - Okay. I have to go look.
No, it's her. She's gonna... she's gonna hurt you.
She's... (GASPING RAPIDLY)
(MUSIC CONTINUES, METRONOME TICKING)
(SHUDDERING)
She's not here.
(NEEDLE SCRATCHES, MUSIC STOPS)
It's just a record.
(METRONOME CONTINUES TICKING)
(PANTING)
How the hell did she...?
(WHIMPERING, PANTING)
(GASPS, SCREAMS)
You were the one.
Stop! Get off of me!
(GRETA PANTING WEAKLY)
FRANCES: No.
No. No, don't do it.
I have a better idea.
(LISZT'S "HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY NO. 2" PLAYING)
How do we lock this?
You could try with this.
(GRUNTS)
What do we do now?
We call the cops.
What do we tell them?
That there's a psychopath asleep in an old painted box.
(LAUGHS)
How long have I been here?
Too long.
I need to get some air.
Okay. (SNIFFS)
Let's go.
FRANCES: I need to call my dad.
♪
(THUMP)
(REPEATED THUMPING)
♪
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(MUSIC FADES)