Forgetting Sarah Marshall Page #5

- This is a disaster!Calm down, man.

Are there other hotels on the island?

Of course there are other hotels,

but I'm not leaving here,it'll look like I'm running away.

Wait. Why are you whispering?You're not following them, are you?

I had a girlfriend, right?

And Liam and Noel Gallagherboth had it off with her right in front of me,

so that's similar.

And that was a bit awkward, actually.

So if you do wanna change hotels,I quite understand.

No, no, I'm not changing hotels.

Stop followingand just go back to your room, Peter.

- They're gone!- Why are you looking for them?

- I don't know.- You're acting like an idiot.

Run! Get out of there! Go to your room!

- What do you think they're doing?- Peter, go.

Oh, God! Okay, there they are.

- There they are, I see them.- Go back to your room, Peter.

Peter, go back to your room.Go back to your room, Peter.

I'm going in.

Go back to your room, Peter.Are you listening to me?

Peter, go back to your room.Peter, Peter, Peter...

Hey!

Hey, nice room.

Go!

I am in the Kapua suite.

What are you doing? Sucker!

Have fun.

Listen, you piece of sh*t!

You're an idiot. Back to your room, Peter.Peter, back to your room.

Did you enjoy that?

- Did you like what you saw?- That hurt a lot.

But I know Sarah,and I'm pretty sure I just ruined her day.

You knowhow we thought the killer masturbated

before he committed each homicide?

That's the theory.

Take a look at the microscope.

Oh, yeah, looks like where he's going,

he'll need to know how to masturbate.

Oh, God!

- Hello.Hey, Peter?

- Sarah?- No.

It's Rachel Jansen, from the front desk.

- Hey!- Hey, what's going on up there?

I'm getting complaintsabout a woman crying hysterically.

Yeah, you know what, I hear her, too,

and it sounds likeshe's having such a hard time.

I think it's coming from the floor above me.

You're on the top floor.

I'll try to keep it down.

- Are you okay?- Yeah, you have a nice night.

Okay.

I would love to sell you some weed, Jeremy,but I'm at my f***ing job right now.

Obviously, because you called me at work,you know that I'm at my place of work.

So I can't just leave hereand sell you some weed.

I can sell you some weed when I'm done.

Hold on, I gotta call you back.Mahalo, all right.

- Hey, how's it going?- Hey.

I'd just like to grab some dinner, please.

- Okay, great. Is your wife gonna meet you?- No.

Your girlfriend?

No, I don't have a girlfriend.

- You're just by yourself?- Yeah.

Sucks.

Okay, so just one. Here's your wine listand your menu. Come on.

Do you want, like, a magazineor something?

It's gonna be boringif you're just sitting by yourself.

I'll be all right. Thank you.

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