Landing Up Page #3
Would you care?
Maybe.
I'm just not in to technology.
So if I googled your name I wouldn't
find your Instagram account?
No.
But you still text?
I still text.
This is my number.
See you tomorrow.
(somber music)
(phone ringing)
Hey!
Hey, Eric! It's um, it... Mandy.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
From that bar on the
Lower East Side.
So, what's up man?
What are you doing tonight?
(phone ringing)
Hey Sean, it's um,
it's... Kayleigh.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
So listen, what's up?
What are you doing tonight?
You have plans?
(phone ringing)
(on phone) Hi, you've reached
Tom, leave a message,
and I'll get right
back to you.
(somber music)
(knocking on door)
Hey, Frank.
What's up man? I'm
really sorry...
I know it's late.
We're full.
Most people got here hours ago.
Come on, man.
(sighs)
This is for me when I'm here.
You want to stay,
you gotta share.
You got a problem with that?
Take off your shirt.
And the bra.
Eerie Music
What's your name?
Chrissie.
(Frank) Yes, yes.
Go start breakfast, fine.
Yes, I'll be up in a little bit.
Alright, I'll be there.
(sighs)
You awake?
Yeah.
Here, for your head.
Thanks.
Last night was great.
Yeah, Frank, thank
you for the bed.
You know, I know the first gig I
got you only pays minimum wage,
but if you'd like to make
I can get you a job
a few days a week.
It pays better.
Yeah?
Yeah, that could
be great actually.
Maybe I'll save enough
to get an apartment this month.
What happened to you?
F***.
Oh, you didn't.
Where were you?
James made me keep my phone in
this cellphone dead box thingy.
Yeah, well why do you let
You don't know what it's like
to be a shelter baby.
James had my back.
This one time, some a**hole stole
the only pair of shoes I had,
and beat the sh*t out of him.
I thought he was going
to choke him to death
with his necklace he wears.
And then he taught me how to put
my shoes in the spokes of my bed
so that no one would ever
take them from me again.
I know he gave you those bruises
you think you're hiding so well.
You don't know
anything about it!
It's better than f***ing
Frank for a roof.
I didn't f*** him.
Whatever, you let him use you.
I used him.
Sure.
Well, I have a date tonight.
What?
Yeah, I met a really
nice guy at the park.
You met him yesterday and you left
him to come here and f*** Frank?
No, you a**hole, he wants
to take me out on a real date.
Like flowers, and
candles, and sh*t?
Yeah.
He thought I was a regular girl
just like chillin' at the park.
He bought me tacos.
Oh, must be love!
Well, you can't show up tonight
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