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an hour ago.

You think he's coming?

Do I know him?

Well, what if he's lost?

So call him.

I-I forgot my cellphone.

Darn. So did I.

Use the pay phone,

like the rest of America.

Well, see, the thing is, I--

I don't have a phone number for him.

The little P.A. guy, he left,

and he didn't give me

a phone number--

He told me he was

gonna find me here.

So no ride.

No.

And there's no one you can call?

No. I don't know the--

I mean, it's just a shitty little

production company, you know?

I haven't even committed yet.

So call home.

You do have a home?

See? See?

A clear mind.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh.

What?

I don't remember the number.

We had the phone numbers changed

a week or so ago, but--

For security,

and I-I don't remember.

You don't know

your number?

What are you, 12?

You don't know your

own phone number?

Not this week.

Can't you call a cab?

Think they'd take a card?

Diner's Club?

Are you kidding?

What?

The rates are terrific.

Jesus.

What do you people do

when you get in trouble?

Who do you normally call?

Manager.

Agent!

Hi. It's me.

The other me.

Ye--

Oh.

Oh.

Okay. Thank you.

Hi.

Is he in?

Really?

When?

Oh.

Right. Okay.

All right. Yeah.

Thank you.

What?

It's no good.

They're all gone.

It's a Jewish holiday.

Today?

Tomorrow.

They've... stretched it.

Then who were you talking with?

The, uh-- the switchboard.

So, everyone else?

Gone.

They're all Jewish?

They are today.

Look... I don't know

what to tell you.

I got to be somewhere.

I'm-I'm already late.

And I got sh*t I got to do first, and--

And if I leave you,

you're gonna get yourself killed.

I can't believe this.

Okay. Sh*t.

Okay, we'll get you home.

But I got sh*t I got to do first, so...

you're just going to have

to come with me.

Hold this.

Ah, that's a hell of a trick.

Quick change between scenes.

Me, I can't put on two socks in an hour.

Oh, that's good on you, that blue.

That's my secret, you know?

Brings out that youthful glow

in you, blue does.

Huh, that's not after-school wear.

What, a quick stop at the Red Onion?

Is that the action here?

A little wrinkled here.

Oh, damn it!

You forgot something.

What did you forget?

F***ing keys.

You forgot your keys?

Not mine.

You forgot somebody else's keys.

Whose keys did you forget?

My ex-husband's.

Oh, you're not old enough

to have an ex-husband.

How old are you?

Twenty-five.

How old are you?

Old enough to have an ex-husband.

So, you took his keys?

His keys. My car.

Ah.

How long were you married?

Still am.

You're still--

Can't afford the divorce yet.

Ah.

Okay.

So, why the split?

Well, what do--

what do you think?

Uh, married too young

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