The Commuter Page #3

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If it's gonna happen at all,

it's gonna happen tonight.

No more excuses.

-Hey, Walt.

-You get me a name?

What?

Well, that woman's

staring at you

like she knows

something we don't.

I don't see anybody.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tried in the next car?

No, I've gotta take a leak.

My prostate's bigger

than your head.

Look, Manny, I'm telling you,

the lines are fine,

but there's no power.

Have 'em fix it

when we get in, okay?

-Copy that.

-What if I try this?

-Jesus, Jimmy. Come on.

-Hey, I did nothing.

Hey, Tarrytown.

AC's out in this coach.

Get a seat up front

while you can.

-You look worn out, Sam.

-Yeah. 32 years.

If the train don't kill me,

the people will.

-Tell me about it.

-Yeah.

-Do it for me.

-Stop it. I don't want...

-Take the bag.

-Let... Stop it. Get off.

Now, that's exactly why

I never got married.

Just... God.

JP Morgan and Chase

all over it. Open your eyes.

I told you to buy low,

didn't I? What?

Are you serious?

I said, are you serious?

This is a Gieves

& Hawkes suit.

Does that mean

anything to you?

Of course it doesn't.

Yeah. If he's a piker,

get rid of him.

Wipe him off the table.

Put him in the trash.

Find someone

who can trade size.

This gives me F.U. money.

I caught big.

You can't afford a suit,

you don't get in. I told him.

Tickets, please.

Let me get your tickets.

Thank you very much.

Thank you. You got a ticket

there, young lady?

You buy a ticket on the train,

I gotta charge you a penalty.

It sucks.

I know. Tell me about it.

Bureaucrats.

Tickets out, everybody.

Thanks, Gordon.

Thank you very much.

Knicks game. Knicks game.

Hey, get your feet off

the seat there, sweetheart.

You got a ticket?

It's a goddamn shame.

Shut your mouth. Of course

I know what I'm talking about.

How many years have I been

doing this? Tell me.

Do you mind?

I mind your 99-cent perfume.

-Tickets, guys.

-No, now I'm talking to you.

Thank you.

Come on, come on. Bye-bye.

Go ahead. Send it through.

I'm looking

at the numbers now.

Now arriving

68th Street Station.

Now leaving

68th Street Station.

Next stop,

86th Street Station.

Steinbeck?

Some say his greatest work

was a letter

he wrote to his son.

-Your book.

-Right.

I beg your pardon.

Thank you.

It's my first time

on a commuter train.

It's eclectic.

-What about you?

-Every day. Last 10 years.

Ten years?

You must know

everyone on this train.

The regular commuters,

I guess. Faces mostly.

-I'm sorry. Have we met?

-No. I'm Joanna.

-Michael.

-Michael.

How long is it between stops?

Four minutes?

Yeah, give or take.

Four minutes.

On and off, on and off.

It's so miscellaneous.

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