The Girl Is in Trouble

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Anguishing groans from

an unidentified man.

More groaning, heavy breathing,

stifled cries.

Man's cries become louder,

more desperate.

Terrible screams.

It happened a year ago.

I wish I could tell this story

from beginning to end but

I don't remember it that way.

I do remember...

Freddy, you promised me

the gig was mine.

Well, I changed my mind.

I need someone whose name I can put

on the flyer and pack this room.

And that ain't you, pal.

Look, I got fired from The Void.

I need this shot, c'mon.

A real DJ gets this job.

I mean, what are you?

You're a nice guy,

but you ain't no real DJ.

Any idiot can be a iPod DJ.

At least tell me who you got?

What's up. How you're doing?

We're all set for you.

I'll give it an eye check.

What the f*ck, Rekles?

Yeah, Rekles!

He's got Serato,

he actually mixes the music...

Plus he's got like

5,000 fans on-line.

What do you got?

Look, it's just business bro.

It's just business...?

Sound of angry gesture.

The rest of the story is in fragments,

bits and pieces that jump around.

I was hung up

on chance and faith,

trying to figure out why

I was going nowhere.

That's when she came along.

Eric, open up!

Eric, I know you're in there!

Come on!

It's an emergency!

We had a deal. I told you

not to come back tonight.

I know,

I need to stay here tonight.

Eric? Who's at the door?

Nothing, baby,

I'll be back in a minute!

Go the f*ck away.

If you're in trouble,

I don't wanna be involved.

Eric, please!

I swear I'll call the f*cking

cops!

OK, just let me get my things.

Signe, I'm dialing!

Stop, Jesus!

Just gimme my guitar.

And be careful with it!

My shoes!

Eric, f*ck, I'm barefoot!

Christ...

The girl was in trouble.

But it wouldn't have been

my problem if Peter,

the guy she called first,

had picked up his phone.

Or Igor, the photog was probably

snapping shots downtown.

Steven couldn't see his part.

He started a midnight gym

routine

after she joked that his tits

were bigger than hers.

And calling Rachel was

pointless.

Their fling ended badly

after she told Rachel

she was just exploring.

Rachel felt used.

That left me,

I was last on her list.

We met five weeks ago

at The Void,

I thought she was into me.

I got her digits, called her.

Never heard back until...

Hello?

August?

Hi!

Remember me?

The Swedish girl

you met at the The Void.

You're the girl who

doesn't call anybody back.

Yeah, I know,

I've been real busy.

I was wondering if you

wanna grab a drink or something?

I've been at The Void,

but I didn't see you.

Yeah, cause I got fired.

Oh...

Maybe I can help

to cheer you up.

Just one drink. Come on.

It'll be fun.

I dunno...

Hey listen...

I'm leaving the States

and I'd really love to see you.

It'll be worth your while.

I promise.

What to do.

Something about this

didn't sound right.

Then I remembered...

What did my horoscope say?

OK...

Meet me at Happy Ending,

Broome and Forsyth, 20 minutes.

OK, 20 minutes.

OK.

Are you nervous?

Terrified...

of your fashion sense.

What's going on with the get-up?

I got locked out of my

apartment.

So...

you need a place to crash?

Tell me this, you're just

locked out of their apartment

in a trench coat and flip-flops?

Are you waiting

for somebody else?

No.

Are you sure?

I just don't really wanna be

here.

If you get me...

Do you get me?

August.

Wow...

If I'd have known you were

that type of girl,

I would've paid you up front.

What are you doing with my

phone?

Don't touch that!

I'm about to call the police

to report a robbery,

I ain't using up my minutes,

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