"...chronic pain, to alleviate their sufferings, and we already mentioned one breathing, and people have to reach a book to get all the other very helpful steps." "What would you like... anyone dealing with pain to learn and take away... after they read your book." "That's a great question!" "I think that the lesson that I learned over, you know, almost 15 years of practice and working with thousands and thousands of people... is... we are our own best healers." "And, the best tool, you know, the strongest medicine, or the best procedure, the greatest technology that we have is really within ourselves." "And once we... we realize how to utilize what's inside of us... to make us better and to heal, you know, what's been damaged or broken." "Once we..." "we embrace that and we take charge of the power of our lives... as opposed to giving all the control away to the doctors, and the ma..." " Take... can you get that end?" " Yeah." "Okay." " You got it?" " A little light." "We're making really good time." "You're amazing at this." "Really fantastic." " I've never moved..." " What have you..." "I don't..." " The pink... desk." " What desk?" "Ew, this is stained." "Let's switch it." "How did that get there?" "I don't know!" "How did it get there?" "Hey, Jen." "Have you seen my Little Dorrit anywhere?" "Your what?" "Little Dorrit... ha..." "Have you seen my copy of Little Dorrit?" "Yes." "No." "Which one?" "Uh, it was on my desk." "It's not in my bag." "It's probably in one of the boxes." "Yeah..." "Yeah, I guess." "Do you know where we packed the can opener?" "Um... no..." "I'm not sure." "Are we cooking?" "Are you kidding?" "India Palace!" "Cool." "Leave Charlie a message." "Hey, Charlie." "Jen and I are going... to Palace." "If you're around and feel like coming, um, you could meet us there or you can... uh..." "Disregard." "Cancel that." "I'll talk to you later." " What?" " Couple time." "We just moved in." "It's couple time." "You can have your play date with Charlie tomorrow." "I am officially exhausted." "I feel like I'm pregnant with a litter of Samosas." "You know they invented zero?" " Hmm?" " India." "Indians." "They invented zero." "Roman numerals don't have a separate sign for zero." "The Europeans got it from the Indians." "It's essential to all modern math." "You can't even do algebra without it." "But when the first... crew from the British East India company heard about it, they thought that it disproved the existence of God." "And they went on this crazy rampage, of rape and murder, and so..." "The Captain, of that expedition..." "No, I'm just trying to remember." "Um, right..." "He..." "He was the one who decided that no one was to ever know about it." "And so it was like, 80 years, before it ever made it's way back up to Europe." "80 years." "Why you laughing?" "No, it's an incredible story." "I didn't know it before." "I just..." "That's incredible." " You are so smart." " Yeah." "How much of that one was actually true?" " All of it." " Mm." "Essentially." "Well..." "More or less." "You are such a liar." "I can't believe I'm shacking up with a dishonest man." "You know who I'm really gonna miss?" " Nancy." " Nancy!" "Sadly." "It's really tearing me up inside." "Poor Paul." "Do you think that in order to ease the transition you could, blast Prokofiev at 3 a.m. and... leave your toenail clippings all over the coffee table for days and days?" "Oh Paul, I'll even leave my used tampons floating in the toilet." "It'll be like she's in the next room." "You'd do that?" "I like you, Jen." "I like you too, Paul." "For the people that this was written for, there was no question, like that." "Fate was, by definition, that which could not be avoided." "And if it is... a really shitty fate, like Oedipus'," "Well, that just..." "That sucks for him." "So, what do you guys think?" "I mean, is it... fair to... punish someone for something that is pre-ordained for them to do?" "Ah, Sophia!" "What's your policy on "incompletes?"" "Wow, that is just really encouraging." "Um..." "It's nice to hear everyone's keeping their options open." "Okay, my policy on incompletes is that" "I'm kind of a dick about 'em." "I'll give you one, if you have an airtight excuse, but... your story has to be pretty impressive." "Okay?" "Alright." "That's it, we're out of time." "See you guys on Friday." "Paul..." "I am sure I cannot express to you how tired" "I am of having this conversation." "Did you or did you not march in here four weeks ago and announced that you had turned a corner?" "I did." "And?" "And it's fine..." "I'm just..." "Um, it's slow going." "Evidently, you have not taken the substance of our conversations to heart." "Let me see if you know the words." "What do I say next?" "Come on." "You come on." "What comes next?" "First you disarm me by telling me how much you admire the work I did as an under-graduate." "Correct." "Then?" "And then..." "You remind me sternly that I..." "I've been through with my coursework for nearly two years, and that if I don't" " turn in some chapters soon..." " By Christmas." "By... by Christmas!" "That... um." "You will have to seriously consider..." "I will almost certainly." "That you... alright, that you will almost certainly... recommend that I, um, be asked to withdraw from the program." "Very good." "Apparently you were paying closer attention than ya let on." "Paul?" "What are you doing babe?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." "What's the matter?" "I can't sleep." "Come back to bed." "Come on." "What's the matter?" "You have work tomorrow." "Tomorrow morning." "Don't worry about it." "Just tell me what's the matter." "Just..." "Do you want me to tell you about the Dark Crystal?" "Or Ladyhawk?" "Ladyhawk." "Okay." "Close your eyes..." "In medieval France, there once lived a young man and a mouse." "The mouse was a thief." "He was about to be executed." "Nancy!" "Hi, it's Paul." "Listen, sorry to bother you, but um, I'm calling cause" "I think..." "I prob... pretty sure I left a book in the apartment of my hardcover copy of Little Dorrit." "Charles Dickens?" "Um..." "I probably left it in the living room, on the table, but it..." "it might be... on the floor in my old room." "Anyway, um, I really need it, so if you could let me know when would be convenient to come by and get it that'd be great!" "Um..." "Give me a call." "Thanks a lot." "Nancy, hey, it's Paul again." "I'm sorry to bombard you with messages, but I... don't know if I mentioned the uh, Little Dorrit the book I left, is pretty urgent." "I actually need it for my dissertation." "So, it's not like a regular book." "Let me know, uh, when would be a good time to come by..." "It is incontestable, that the fragments of a work that have found their way into the popular memory, are not jewels of realist description." "Realist description being, of course, what Elliot is most noted for." "But general humanist observations such as the much beloved remark about what lies on the other side of silence." "This much is no surprise, jewels of realist description can hardly be expected to retain any sense outside their supporting context." "Indeed..." "The relentless particularity of realism, the constraint implied by that very particularity, is one of its most defining characteristics." "Bannister's looking very elegant tonight." " Very... delicate." " Mmm." "Makes you want to sprinkle butterfly kisses all over her stomach." "Until she falls asleep." "You know, what I'd really like to do is dribble some champagne down her naked leg and drink it from between her toes while having a jacuzzi with her." "I want to have a contest, to see who can kiss the softest." "So um, why aren't you hovering over there with the rest of the ass-kissers?" "Bannister is displeased with me." "I'm way behind." "Tonight I am to be seen, but not heard." "Hmm." "I understand that." "Hey did um..." "Did Margaret stop by after class today?" "Yeah." "Nice." "She talk about her calves again?" " She mentioned her calves." " That is so hot." "Why don't girls in my class just want to sleep with the other undergrads?" "Charlie, I left Little Dorrit at the old apartment." "W-wait, are we not talking about Margaret's calves anymore?" "No, I left my Little Dorrit at Nancy's." "So?" "It's my study copy, my hardcover," "I left it behind during the move." "So buy another one." "This wine is piss." "I can't!" "It had all my notes in it." " Important annotations..." " What do you mean?" "You wrote in the book?" "Yeah." " All of your notes?" " No!" "Of course not all my notes, but... uh..." "It has a lot of..." "I... crucial new material." "New, important material in there, and I decided to re-arrange things in a certain way that is going to affect the entire the whole!" "So you wrote an outline?" " So do it again." " No." "It's not just an outline." "It's important." " Call Nancy." " I called her three times today." " Maybe she's really busy." " Busy?" "!" "Doing what?" "Huffing Scotchguard?" "Taking naps?" "She's the least busy person on the planet." "You don't have to freak out about it." "How am I freaking out, I'm not freaking out." " What I mean is..." " Ah!" "Hold on, might be her." "No." "Text from Jen." "She's going to Donovan's." "Feel like getting a real drink?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "Get a room!" "Who takes a bath in the morning?" "It's unnatural." "I feel like utter dog shit." "I might barf in the tub." "At least you don't have to collate epidemiological studies all day." "Why are you even up?" "I need my book." "Paul, it's okay." "You'll get your book." "Why hasn't she called?" "It's only been two days." "Try to relax." "But..." "I can't do anything without the notes." "The new... argument." "The new material." "Why didn't you type them out?" "I didn't need to." "I had everything down." "Besides, hand writing has a certain... ineffable..." "Fuck, I don't know." "Oh, I need you to call CLP and uh, switch the name on the electric bill today, ok?" "Will you do that?" "Yeah." "Get it!" "Get it!" " Mmm." " Ge..." "Hello, Nancy?" "Nancy?" "Shit!" "Cold, cold, cold." "It was her." "It was her." " I need you to relax, ok Paul?" " Voicemail!" "Hey Paul, I got your message and yeah, the book's here." "So, I don't know, just call me I guess." " Whatever." " She has the book." "Very good." "Problem solved." "Nancy, hello." "It's Paul." "I got your message." "Uh, thank you so much." "That is so great." "I can... come and get it, anytime today or this evening." "Just give me a call." "Thank you." "Bye." "Nancy?" "We've got squirrels living in the walls." "The walls are teeming with rabid, bloodthirsty squirrels." "You're a squirrel." "I'm not kidding." "They're nesting in the walls." " I heard them." " Squirrels, huh?" "I called her four times today." " I left messages." "I texted." " And?" "And nothing." "So, finally..." "I got on the bus and went over there." " You went to Nancy's?" " I rang the doorbell," "I knocked, no answer." "But I'm sure I saw movement in that house." "I know she was home." "Why didn't she answer the door?" "I have no idea." "To torture me, I guess." "Aw." "Nobody's torturing anybody." "Nancy's kooky, but she's not malicious." "She's worse than Hitler." "Fucking hillbilly." "Ah!" " What?" " Ah... ow." " What?" " I grated my finger." "Oh god." "I got blood in the cheese." "Listen, how about this:" "When does Nancy work at the restaurant?" "Tuesday through Friday." "And Sunday." "Sometimes Saturday." "She works every day?" "Not Monday." "Jeez." "Well, why don't you just text Nancy to bring the book tomorrow, and I'll pick it up on my break." " Really?" " Sure." "But I mean, I don't..." "need you to... fight my battles for me." "I'm fighting them with you." "Good." "Problem solved." "Nancy?" "Jen?" "How's it going?" "What are you doing here?" "Bitch." "I don't understand, is she gonna give it back or what?" "I have no idea." "She was being a super vague, defensive cunt." "God it's cold." "Uh, did you impress upon her how important this is to me?" "I really don't think she cares how important it is to you." "Well, what am I supposed to do?" "She's never going call me again." "Do I go to the restaurant?" "I don't think that's a good idea." "She's already all pissed off that I showed up." "She's just fucking with us at this point." "Were you being really mean to her or something?" "What?" "Jesus Christ!" "No, it's not my fault that she's being so mean." "Don't put this on me!" "Well I..." "I don't know what to do." "I mean, they're just notes, right?" "I mean, I'm sure you'll be able to... reconstruct them if you tried." "That's not the point." "The point is, it's my book." "Mine!" "I've been eminently reasonable but at this point it amounts to stealing." "She is stealing from me!" "Of course it's your book, nobody's disputing that." "But it seems as if Nancy's gonna be as big a bitch about this as she possibly can." "And what's right, isn't necessarily what's best." "Wouldn't you say?" "Break her thumbs." " How long has it been?" " Seven and a half days." " Seriously, break her thumbs." " I'm not breaking Nancy's thumbs." "Fag." "I'm serious." "What do I do about this?" "One would one reasonably do in this situation?" "Well for starters you could stop being such a baby." "Intimidate her, man." "Just tell her you're going to punch her in the vagina." "She's a freaking little elf woman." "Just put the pressure on her." "Won't work." "Nancy is insanely stubborn." "This one time, we'd only been living together a few months," "I told her that if she didn't was her dishes I was gonna throw them all out into the street." "They'd been sitting there for like a week, stinking," "I was mostly... joking." "You know?" "She gets up... collects a bunch of plates, out the sink that belong to her, she walks outside, and smashes them in the street." "One at a time." "Slowly." "Then she comes back in, and never says another word about it." " That's insane." " Yes." "Nancy's insane." "She actually did that?" "More or less." "I mean, to be fair, wasn't that cut and dry, but..." "Fuck that!" "No." "Fuckin' bluffing paper-tiger diva bullshit!" " You still have the keys to her place?" " No." "Alright, we're gonna go get this fuckin' thing." "What?" "We're gonna go get this fuckin' book right now." "This is stupid, come on." "No, what if she isn't home?" "Then we have a relaxing drive around sunny New Haven." "Come on!" "It's a little late to go..." "Better remorse, than regret, my friend." "You're ok to drive, right?" "Takes money to make money." "I'm gonna roll by." "She's home!" "She's home!" "Wh..." "Pull over!" " Turn off the lights?" " What?" " Why?" " So she can't see us." " We want her to see us." " Just for a second!" "Why are you whispering?" "I'm not." "I see her, look!" "Oh..." "I'm gonna call her." "She's never gonna answer." " Hello?" " Hey!" " Who is this?" " It's Paul." " Oh." " Hey..." "Listen, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm right in the neighborhood, could I stop by real quick and get my book?" " It's 11:22." " I know..." " I'm uh..." " P.M!" "Yes, I understand what time it is." "But like I said I'm just right nearby so if I cou..." "I'm not really at home right now." "What do you mean that you're not really at home?" "It means I'm not available!" "Really?" "That's strange, because it looks like your lights are on." " What?" "!" " Listen," "Hey, no..." "Why don't you just grab the book, and I'm coming to the door in about 30 seconds." "You're looking in my windows?" "!" "Oh my God," " you fucking freak!" " Uh, I'm not looking in your windows." "I'm parked at the curb." "This is..." "This is the last time you fucking spy on me, man." "I'm gonna get a fucking restraining order, your fucki..." "Hey, Nancy.. n..." "Go..." "Damnit!" "What the fuck?" "She's freaking out man!" "Shit!" " What the fuck?" " Ahhh!" "Agh!" "Right, this isn't good." "Nah!" "She's not going to answer." "She's not ans..." "Nancy!" "Nanc..." "Nancy, just give me my book." "Throw it out the window!" " I just want..." " Give him his fucking book!" "Nancy!" "Be reasonable!" "Just give me my book!" "Just go bang on the fucking door, man." "Don't take this shit!" "Why are you just standing there?" "!" "I heard the squirrels last night." "Told you." "It's pretty annoying." "Will you call the landlord?" "No... but you can." "And you can also call CLP today and get the electric bill switched, okay?" "Jen?" "Uh..." "Last night... um, Charlie and I... dropped by Nancy's place." "When?" "11:22 p.m." " And?" " Uh, didn't really..." "You know, we drove over, and saw that she was home and I called and asked if I could get the book, and..." "Well..." "In a nutshell she freaked out and called me a psycho and... hung up." "Huh." "Wow." "That was ...kinda stupid." "Well I guess that's it then." "I'm really sorry." "Right?" "I have to blow my nose." "Right?" "!" "Right what?" "That's it, right?" "I mean, you shouldn't have done that." "In retrospect it was a bad idea, but, that has nothing to do with anything, it's still my book." "She's probably tearing it into little pieces right now." "I'm sorry but you have to let this go, it's done!" "Dropping by on someone unannounced is impolite," "I guess, but it's not on a par with stealing." "Jesus Christ, if you and Charlie showed up on my doorstep drunk in the middle of the night, I'd be pissed off too!" "That has nothing to do with the fact that she still has my property!" "If she doesn't cooperate" " then I'm gonna go and talk to the cops." " Paul this has gone too far." "I can't support this anymore." "I withdraw my support." "Fine." "Um..." "You won't hear another word about it." "Un, deux, trois..." "What the fuck...?" "Paul!" " Hey!" " How ya doing?" "Jim Pehosky." "Paul Brawley." "Pleased to meet you." "Please have a seat." "So you go to school with my nephew?" "Yeah, Charlie and I, we're in the same program" " at Yale over there." " Right." "How's that treating' ya?" "Oh, fine." "Um..." "Charlie's a really bright guy." " He does great work." " So..." "I hear you're having some trouble with your roommate." "Former roommate, that's right." "Um..." "What happened is, uh..." "I moved out a couple of weeks ago, and I left something behind in the old apartment." "What'd you forget?" " Um, a book." " A rare book?" "No." "The book itself is easily replaceable, but I had some notes written in it." " Personal stuff?" " No, for my dissertation." "Um, called, uh..." ""No Innocent Men:" "Structures and Theories of Penology and Government in Charle's Dickens'" "'Little Dorrit.'"" "And... you don't need to know that, but..." " I guess uh..." " Notes, huh?" "They're pretty critical." "Why won't your roommate give it back?" "Does, does he need it for something?" "She, no." "She could not possibly need it for anything." "She's..." "I think she's just keeping it out of spite." "What's she got to be spiteful about?" "I've no idea... um..." "She's just a... preacher of hate, I think." "This is an ex-girlfriend of yours?" "Not at all." "Just a roommate." "Well, to be honest..." "There's nothing much I can do here." "You just have to try to reason with her." "But she won't allow that." "She won't talk to me." "I'm..." "Isn't this stealing?" "Isn't this illegal?" "Did she say she wouldn't give you the book back?" " No she said I could have it." " Well, then..." " But you have to understand." " Paul!" "The only question here under the law is, "What can you prove?" and at this point all that you can prove is that she's dickin' you around." " That's not illegal!" " No, but..." "But it's like she's holding me hostage." "I need this book to finish my thesis." "She is singlehandedly destroying my academic career!" "That's wrong!" "What she's doing is wrong!" "Isn't it?" "Sure." "It's wrong." "Does that make you fell better?" "the result of choices... piece of shit!" "You're stupid." "You will... you will die alone." "What?" "What?" " What are you doing?" " I'm eating." "Did you call CLP and get the electric bill switched?" "No." "So what did you do today?" " Nothing." " Nothing?" "Nothing." "So how long is this nothing gonna go on for?" "I don't know." " Paul we had a deal." " What?" "I'm not working in the hospital every day because I like it." " I'm just trying to eat my dinner." " Your funding runs out in seven months!" " Seven and a half." " Paul, you can't just stop!" " I know that." " You gonna work tomorrow?" "Difficult to say." "Hey." "I said hey, Nancy." "What do you think I'm going to do?" "I just want the book." "Why don't you just go away?" "Listen, I'm sorry about the other night." " I didn't mean to scare you." " You didn't scare me." " I just need my book, okay?" " I told you to go away." "I'll wait on the steps, I'll wait across the street if you want me to, just go inside, get the book, throw it out the window, and you'll never see me again!" "Why are you dragging this out like this?" "Why don't you just end it?" "Why are you dragging it out like this?" "Why don't you just end it?" "!" "I..." "What ar...?" "!" "Look, come on." "Um..." "Here, I'm gonna stand... right here while you go in, and get the book." "How do you know I haven't thrown it away?" "Have you?" "Nancy!" "I want you to know that I despise you." "I disliked you the first time I met you, because your hair is stringy, and you smell weird." "But the more I got to know you, the more I came to understand that there is something willfully hostile about the way that you interact with people." "And that all the things that make you unattractive, and grating, are the result of deliberate choices, and that you make those choices because you are a worthless, despicable shit!" "You're stupid and obnoxious!" "You're gonna die alone." "Somebody put a dead bird in my mailbox yesterday." "What?" "A dead sparrow." "Pink ribbon around its neck." "In my mailbox." " Why?" " Fucked if I know." "Stupid asshole neighborhood kids hopped up on Meth." "Fuckers!" "Everything's coming apart." "I'm all out of ideas." " Nancy isn't gon..." " Shh." "Stop." "You... ok." "Just listen to me." "You've been going about this whole thing totally the wrong way." "Nancy's a fuckin' fruit cake!" "You can't approach her like she's a reasonable human being." "You have to understand you can reason with somebody, who is un... reasonable." "You can be as rational, as reasonable, as right as you wanna be, none of that counts for shit against crazy." "You could be a fuckin' supreme master of logic and rhetoric, but crazy bitches..." "They don't give a fuck!" "Yeah?" "I mean, what are you..." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying it's time to make a choice." "Choice one:" "Accept the book is gone, smooth things over with Jen, move on with your life." "And choice two?" "Stop dicking around." "Take your book back." "What do you think I've been trying to do?" "No, no." "Take... your book back." "You've been asking for it..." "I'm saying:" "you show up on Nancy's doorstep, with a fuckin' crowbar." " Are you kidding me?" " Listen to me." "Do you want your book back?" "Or do you want Nancy to win?" "I want my book back." "Then it's time to graduate to Nancy's level." "Degenerate to Nancy's level." "Semantics." "I found the key." "What?" "I found a key to Nancy's." "Why are you whispering?" "Because I don't want to wake up Jen." "Listen," "I found a key to Nancy's." "I gave one to Jen a million years ago but she never used it because Nancy would always freak out, but she's still got it!" "Fan-fucking-tastic, man." "Problem solved." "Let yourself in." "Should I?" "I..." "I..." "I mean..." "What are you talking about?" "Of course you should." "But it, it'd still kind of be breaking and entering." "It's not breaking and entering." "You're not breaking anything." "What about trespassing?" "For fuck's sake, you have a key!" "You lived there for three years!" "Go there, get your shit, and stop whining about it." " Yeah." "I should?" " Yes!" "Do it." "Alright." "I'm gonna do it." "Just two minutes." "In and out." "I'm proud of you buddy." "I'm meeting Charlie for a drink later." "Sounds pretty incredible." "Can I take the car?" "Sure." "Try to stay out of trouble, alright?" "Stop!" "No!" "No!" "Hello?" "Hello?" "I need your help please." "There's an intruder in my house." "There's an intruder in my house!" "I need the police." "I need the police now!" "He's in my house right fucking now!" "I don't know!" "I don't know!" "Get a cop here now!" "So how's Jen handling it?" "She's expressing her support via icy silence and frequent door-slamming." "How's your class?" "Sick leave last week. "Sick..."" "I start again tomorrow." "So wh-what have you been doing?" "Writing my thesis." "What have you really been doing?" "Daydreaming about mutilating Nancy." "Like what?" "There was one where she was sitting in a chair staring at a circular saw..." "The saw is on a high speed, and she's hypnotized by the blade." "Her face is just inches from it." "And I walk up to her, all casual..." "And nudge the back of her head, almost like an accident." "Her face bounces off the blade and she falls onto the floor with a giant gash." "Pukes up blood all over the place." "Just rivers of it." "And she's not screaming, cause she can't." "Because of course, she's choking on the blood but she would be, if she could." "Wake up." "Paul, wake up!" "What?" "I made some good." "You should eat something." "I'm not hungry." "You have to eat." "What time is it?" "4:30 p.m." "I missed my class." "Did she know it was you?" "What?" "You said that she knew it was you in her apartment." "How do you know?" "I know." "Did she say your name?" "Did you identify yourself?" "She knows what I look like." "You said she called the cops." " She did." " Then why aren't they here?" "If she knew it was you, they'd be here." "Eat some food." "It's just soup." "I'm in the tub." "Come in." "Woah, oh!" "What are you doing here?" "I was in the neighborhood." "Where's Jen?" "I don't keep track of Jen." "Want a cigarette?" "Sure." "What's in the bag?" "I ran into a couple of little girls playing in the street on my way over." "Collected their kidneys." "Kidneys?" "I'm gonna eat them later." "Oh." "Are you ready?" "Can I finish my cigarette first?" "I'm afraid not." "Okay." "So did anybody read The Aeneid?" "Anybody got anything to say about Virgil?" "Russ?" "What happened to your face?" "That's okay Russ." "I don't have anything to say about Virgil either." "Class dismissed." "Class dismissed!" "That means "go home."" "I'll see you Friday." "Hey I'm gonna go out with Rachel for a little bit." "I'm gonna take the car, unless you need it?" "No." "Okay, I'll be back later." "I got you, you bastard." "I'm back!" "Shit!" "What in God's name are you doing now?" "What?" "I'm in the bathroom." "I think I might have eaten something..." "Hey." "Hey." "Got you something." "What's this?" " What's this?" " Open it." "Kind of expected there to be more notes." "How did you get this?" "Doesn't matter." "How did you get this?" "I went to Nancy's, and I let myself in." "You went to Nancy's?" "You went in to her house?" "God, Jen..." "That was so..." "Stupid!" " Paul." " What if she had been there?" "She wasn't there." "And I got your book and now you have it." "She could have been." "You didn't know." "She is capable of anything." "I called the restaurant." "She was at work." "I don't know why you didn't do the same thing." "I..." "I..." " Where are you going?" " Running." "Paul..." "Sit down." "I can... understand why you're angry." "But you can't continue like this." "Yes Nancy hurt you." "But you did break into her apartment." " I didn't break in." " But it's over now." "You have your book." "You have to let this go." "But what about Nancy?" "What about Nancy?" "!" "Forget about Nancy." "Nancy's done." "There is nothing you or I could do to even the score." "It's over!" "So now you can stop being insane!" "There was only one thing to be done, and I did it." "Problem solved!" "You think that this is about the book?" "We are so far beyond that now." "I'm sorry, did you just actually say that we're so far beyond that?" " You're missing the point!" " What is the point?" "I got you your fucking book, what more do you want?" "!" "I want you to be on my side." "I am on your side." "No..." "No you're not." "I wanna help you." "How can I do that?" "I don't want your help." "I don't want you to fix me." " I want you to see my position." " I can see your position." " But..." " No "buts."" " Say "I understand."" " I do understand." " But..." " 30 seconds!" "30 seconds of unqualified empathy is all I want." "If I give you 30 seconds, will you stop all this nonsense?" "I'll give you an hour." "Shit, I'll give you a day." " Does that make you feel better?" " All I want is 30 seconds." "Can you do it?" "Fine." "Okay." "Go." "Five, six, seven, ei..." "Jesus Christ, this is ridiculous." "I'm not gonna do this anymore." "God..." "You look just awful." "What's going on?" "Mmm, I don't know." "I haven't been sleeping well." "Well, do you have anything for me?" "It's not... organized properly." "Paul, what is happening to you?" "I've been having... complications." "Well, I just need a little bit more time." "It happens." "I mean it happens to everyone." "If you do not have your completed chapters, go home and gather what you do have." "Your notes, your drafts, whatever you've got... and then come back this afternoon and we will... figure out a way to dig you out of this hole." "But what do you mean?" "Go get your materials, bring them back to me, and we will figure a way forward." " I am here to help you." " Um..." "Like I said, I'm..." "They're, I..." "I don't..." "They're not properly organized." "So..." "I don't..." "Paul." "What have you been doing these last two years?" "Working." "Okay..." "That's it." "I have... done my best." "I will take this up with the committee." "I had high hopes for you, Paul." "But you're a waste of my time." "Are you working?" "Uh, I was, but..." "Um, you know." "I can take a break for a minute." "Do you want, um, want something to drink?" "I've got, um... water, and um... and I've got... water." "Do you want water?" "No, I'm just gonna stay a minute." "Sure." "Um..." "Well the offer stands." "Do you uh..." "Do you want to sit down?" "Uhhhh, yeah." "Alright." "So what's going on?" "I think Jen is gonna leave me." "What makes you think that?" "Um..." "Things have been pretty bad." "And uh..." "I'm wondering if I haven't made a mistake..." "Did she say something, or something?" "Well not exactly, but we've..." "I dunno." "Bannister is dropping me." "Did I tell you that?" "I might get kicked out of the program." "Wait..." "What?" "Bannister's dropping you?" "What do you mean she's dropping you?" "Well she said that I'm a waste of her time." "That she's not working with me anymore." "That's not good Paul." "That's really, really, really not good." " I know that." " Jesus Christ." "But you know what this means?" "Nancy wins again." "Destroys my relationship, my career, with total impunity." "Jesus Christ." "Paul, I..." "I can't..." "I can't sit here and listen to another monologue about Nancy right now." "Okay?" "I've got..." "I've got a deadline in two days, and I've got my own advisor to worry about." "How could somebody so stupid, be so brilliant?" " I can't understand it." " For fuck's sake!" "Paul, Nancy is not some kind of evil super genius!" "The only reason she's winning is because you won't take responsibility!" "Sack up man!" "Take some fucking responsibility!" "I'm, I..." "I can't listen to this anymore!" "I've..." "You've got a Nancy problem, you've gotta deal with it." "I've got enough shit to do." "I've got work to do, bro." "I've got work!" "I can't listen to this over and over again." "You're gonna have to deal with this on your own." "What?" "I'm sorry I had to yell at you." "Just..." "Relax for a while." "Go, tak... take some time." "Let things assimilate." "Relax." "Go home." " Talk later?" " What?" "Yes." " Okay." " Goodnight." "Marco Polo." "Hi, is Nancy Hobby working today?" "Your server will be with you in a moment." "Thank you." " Hey Nancy." " What do you want?" "I was thinking about a cheeseburger." "Oh, don't you usually take the beverage order first?" "What are you doing here Paul?" " I want to talk to you." " What about?" " I want to talk to you." " So you keep saying." "Two minutes." "That's all I ask." "We don't have anything to talk about, Paul." " Oh fuck you." " Alright." " I'm getting the manager now." " No, wait, wait, wait." " What?" " I... wanted to give you..." "One hundred dollars for two minutes of your time." "Then you'll never see me again." "Okay." " Give me the money." " No." "We have to talk first." " Half up front." " Fine." "Let's go outside." "Can I have my money now, please?" "Jen and I are splitting up I think." "Did you know that?" "And I'm getting kicked out of school." "That sucks." "Yes, it does." "Okay." "Well, if that's it, can I have my other 50 now please?" "You've destroyed everything, Nancy." "Everything." "Are you happy?" " I don't know what you're talking about." " My life is shit!" "Is that what you wanted?" "It's not my fault that your girlfriend broke up with you," " and that you lost your job." " Yes!" "Yes it is!" "Why didn't you give me my book back?" "Your girlfriend broke up with you because you didn't have a book?" "!" "I can't, I..." "What you did was wrong!" "Fuck you!" "You think your life got all fucked up because" "I didn't give you some book?" "!" "I'm busy, man!" "I'm working 60 hours a week, at this shithole and you know full well my mom's still in the hospital." "You think I like spending all my money on fucking medical bills for that bitch?" "!" "I do not..." "So look, I feel real terrible that your copy of fucking." "Little Dorrit wasn't my number one priority." "You beat me with a baseball bat!" "Nancy, don't you think that was a little excessive?" "Okay...." "Your two minutes are up." "Give me the other $50." "Admit it." "Admit your guilt." "Tell me you were wrong." "I'll admit it for another $100." "Ow!" "Jesus!" "Ah!" "I'm not gonna take any shit from you, or anybody!" "You think I'm stupid?" "Somebody attacks me, I'm gonna defend myself." "Somebody breaks into my house, I'm gonna defend myself!" "I'm sick of you Paul!" "Give me the other $50." "This was way longer than two minutes." "I deserve more." "Give me your jacket." "What?" "Your jacket." "Give it to me." " Why?" " Because I want it." "Nancy!" "Wait!" "Nancy!" "All I wanted was my book back." "How can you not be to blame?" "It doesn't make sense." "Admit it." "You're the one who's wrong." "Please." "Tell me you were wrong." "Okay Paul." "I was wrong." "I shouldn't have done what I did." "Does that make you feel better?"