Before We Go

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Hey, man, where are you?

Still at Grand Central.

She there?

She's here.

But she's with some guy.

Sorry, man.

You still coming?

I don't know.

Okay, well...

I'm gonna text you the address.

I really hope you come.

Oh, shit!

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Excuse me.

- Yeah?

Thought you might

want that back.

- Thank you.

- I think it's broken.

- Thank you very much.

- Sure.

Due to Port

Authority Security regulations,

the station is now closing.

It will reopen at 5:30 a.m.

Um... excuse me,

um, what does that mean,

that "the station is closing"?

That means you gotta leave.

No trains till the morning.

But I can't

wait that long, um...

There's a line

for cabs out front.

Okay, but I don't need a cab

because I missed my train, um...

The station doors

will close in five minutes.

Can I use this ticket

at another station?

It won't help.

Penn Station's closing, too.

You sure you're okay?

I'm o... I'm okay.

Can I ask why

you're standing outside?

They closed the station.

You planning on

standing out here all night?

My purse was stolen.

Oh, damn.

Yeah, I was in some bar,

so, now, all I have

is this $13 train ticket

and my broken phone.

Shit.

Sorry.

It's okay.

I'll figure something out.

I don't need your pity.

Well, I wasn't gonna offer pity.

I was gonna offer

to split a cab.

You can't help me.

No, come on,

let me do a nice thing.

You got your purse stolen,

I got like...

80 bucks, give or take.

How far you going?

Boston, give or take.

So, north of Harlem.

All right. Hang on.

Excuse me.

Hey. See this lady?

She's got to get to Boston

in a big hurry.

No. New Haven.

New Haven.

New Haven...

and she got her purse stolen.

It's an emergency.

When you get her home

to New Haven,

she'll cut you a big check.

You know what you're saying?

Drive all night,

half the morning.

I know. Come on, man.

You see how she's dressed?

What kind of purse was it?

- Prada.

- It's Prada?

Prada. It was a Prada purse.

She's good for it,

plus a big tip.

It's gonna be over a grand.

Get the... You serious?

200 miles,

at $2.50 a mile, is $500.

Times two,

because I'm deadheading back.

- Add in your Mass Pike tolls, twice.

- All right.

All right, all right, all right.

I got it.

And you want me to trust her?

No, no, no, you can't pay.

It's okay.

You'll send me a check tomorrow.

How do you know

I'll send you a check?

When have you not paid me back?

Your card is declined.

All right. It's all right.

Sometimes happens.

I got another one.

I never use this one.

Probably because it's expired.

You can read and add...

how are you a cab driver?

Hey, look, asshole,

your girlfriend is stuck.

No New York cabbie is licensed

to operate in Massachusetts.

So no one

is gonna take the risk.

All right. All right.

You know what?

I can call a friend.

It's embarrassing.

It's dead.

Oh, my God.

Do you have anything

at all that works?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize I was

taking up all the space

at the front of the line of guys

trying to help you.

You know, there are other things

I could be doing,

surprising as it may seem.

Okay.

Well, I'm sorry

for holding you up.

Well, the feeling's mutual.

Hey, honey, sorry I'm late.

That happens,

just stare straight ahead,

keep walking strong.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

I'm sorry about back there,

'cause I was rude

and I shouldn't have been rude.

It's okay.

I get it.

Shitty nights all around.

Believe it or not, this morning,

I actually had

working credit cards.

So what do you want to do?

You want to get

a hotel room or something?

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