Mulholland Dr. Page #3

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Yeah ? Are you making ends meet ? Yeah.

Hardly.

[ Sighs ] I know, man.

Look at my digs.

Times are tough, bro.

Hey, man, it's not that bad.

Gee, I hopeyou're not gonna get into any trouble.

Oh, that was just a thing, man.

But that story, that madeyou laugh, right ?

That was a funny story, man. F***ing caraccident.

Hey, so that's, uh-- That's it, huh ?

That's Ed's famous black book.

The history ofthe world... in phone numbers.

[Woman Screams ]

Um-- [Woman Groaning]

[ Groaning Continues ]

Aw, man.

[ Groaning Continues ]

Something bit me bad!

[ Screams, Muffed Grunting ] Shh.

Shh! Shh!

[ Screaming ]

Ow! [ Gasps ]

[ Screams ]

[ Grunting ]

No!

[ Screaming ]

No! No!

[ Woman Shouting ]

God!

[ Muffed Screaming ]

Shh!

Hey, man! Hey!

She's hurt real bad! Could you come here and call on the phone ? I need you!

She's hurt real bad! I'm serious!

You gotta come in here and call the hospital!

Come on, man! I'm serious about this!

I can't do everything by myself, man!

No! Let go!

[ Woman Screaming] No! No!

[ Sobbing ]

Oh! No!

No! No! No!

Hey, man.

[ Vacuum Cleaner Whirring ]

[ Whirring Continues ]

[ Gunshot ] [ Whirring Stops ]

Um--

[Electricity Arcing]

[Alarm Blaring]

Aw, man.

[Alarm Continues ]

Okay, Aunt Ruth, I 'll try.

I 'm gonna study those lines until I know them inside out.

Yep, either right here on this fabulous leather couch,

or I'll take them with a coffee into the courtyard...

Iike a regular movie star. [ Chuckles ]

Oh, I got a real shock to find your friend Rita here.

She was in the shower, and I opened the door.

Rita.

What do you mean ?

Well, she was in an accident.

Rita, your friend.

No, Coco unlocked the door.

No, she didn't see her.

She's sleeping.

I'm sure there's some explanation for this.

I don't think we have to do that.

Please don't worry. Aunt Ruth, we don't need the police.

[ Cryi ng Softly ]

You're awake.

I thi nk I m isunderstood.

I thoughtyou knew my aunt, and that's whyyou were here.

I just talked to my aunt on the phone, and she wants me to call the police.

Rita ?

I'm sorry. I--

What is it, Rita ?

I thought when I woke up--

I thought sleep would do it.

What's wrong ?

I don't know who I am.

What do you mean ? You're Rita.

No, I'm not. I don't know what my name is.

I don't know who I am.

This is your purse.

Your name must be in your purse.

You want to know, don't you ?

Yes, but-- Open it.

So you don't want anything? Not here. No, thanks.

A drink or something? No. Thanks, though.

I'll take a cigarette, if you have one.

Yeah,just reach inside my shirt pocket there.

Any new girls on the street lately?

No.

I haven't seen any.

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