The Resident

Let's go! A1! - There's a pulse.

Code green.

We're going to intubate this guy and fix the hole in his heart.

Got it!

Looks tight. Pressure is holding.

Okay, call CT surgery, tell them they've got a sick one coming up.

Where's the bedroom? - This is your bedroom.

And your kitchen, your dining room, your study... It's 'real' New York living.

And there's a bonus. The view is amazing! Go ahead.

This is a great view? - Interested?

APARTMENT FOR RENT

Excuse me.

Hi! Someone called about a rental here.

It's not ready yet. - Could I see it?

You're looking at it.

I can't afford this. - It's 38.

What? - The place is 38.

Thousand?

3,800.

Alright, what's the catch? Are you planning a nightclub down on the first floor?

The utility will be separated. It takes a lot to heat up a place like this.

So, expect comet to stick it to you in the winter time.

Right. - This'll be the best view in the building.

Are you the 'super'? - Owner, actually.

Right. - My family bought this building in the '40s...

and to answer your question, 'No', there is no nightclub.

One of my tenants started to move out so I'm renovating the apartment.

Until then, it could get a little noisy down here.

I don't mind noise. I am an ER doctor, so...

when we sleep, we really sleep.

Well, a couple things about the building. Er... it doesn't give the best cell phone reception.

Okay... Er... I can give that up.

And there's the 'F' line.

A maintenance track that runs directly under the building but usually at night.

Alright, I'm gonna need your Social Security number and three references.

Oh, I can get you all of that including records of my taxes for the last 5 years if you like.

I prefer no pets. - Of course.

Alright, the heaters bang loudly in the morning.

You haven't check my references. - I will.

Take a look around. I'll get back to work.

I've got to be uptown in exactly 100 minutes.

See, you've got 60 to get this shit out of this rented truck...

or I've got to charge you for another day.

Take a deep breath. I don't want you to strain yourself talking.

You hired the only movin' guy in New York who doesn't actually move furnitures? - Yeah, right.

Well, you travel pretty light. - I've got rid of all that.

Light 'tll I saw the bed in half and burned it.

But I need a place to sleep tonight.

Not easy at forgiving. - Change is good.

Shall we go and get that mattress?

Huh, Hi! - This is my grandfather, August, Juliet... Juliet, August.

She is our new tenant.

Got any pets? - No.

Are you loud? - No, not at all.

Sorry, I scared you.

Nice to meet you.

This is Crystal Meth. 10 mg. Biotin.

Don't do anything, please! - Calm down, it's gonna be alright.

No, don't test me out!

No. - It's gonna be alright.

Heard you had a long one.

Hmmm... that was an insane day.

Rob and I are going out today. You wanna come? - No thanks. I think I'm just gonna go home and get to bed early.

"YOU'RE NOT ANSWERING MY CALLS. CAN WE TALK?"

You've got to stop thinking about him. - The love of my life cheated on me...

in my own bed.

Always when I look at myself, all I see is someone who wasn't enough.

You were enough. You are enough.

More than enough. He's an asshole.

I gave up my dream to move to New York city...

to be his. And he just threw all away.

It is an 'eye-opening'. It's not going to kill you.

And you're going!

We can handle this. It's gonna cost you a little extra because of all the unused space.

Grandfather doesn't want to change the integrity of the structure.

Okay, no problem. I'll take care of it.

Alright, Thank you.

Hi! About to start making a lot of noise?

If I get the city's approval there. A lot has to be done around here.

Yeah, I bet. Oh, thank you for the gift.

It was so kind and really thoughtful.

The gift that was outside my door yesterday?

That wasn't me. - August?

There you are.

Hi! I wanted to thank you for incredibly thoughtful gift.

I'm just putting myself in your shoes.

I thought if I were a woman alone in a new apartment...

surrounded by strangers, what would I want?

I don't have much company.

Oh, I'm sorry, I should really go.

Thanks.

Great.

Max! I didn't recognize you outside the building. - Who is this?

This is Max. This is Sydney, we work together.

Very nice to meet you, Sydney. - Nice to meet you too, Max.

I haven't heard about you.

Hmmm... nice day, isn't it? - It is.

Sometimes I feel all I ever do is work... I don't know... I decided to stop.

Come out and feel Brooklyn, you know.

Well, Max would you like to have a drink with us? - No, no thanks. I'm actually getting ready to leave.

It was very nice to meet you. - Me too, Max.

He is my 'landlord'. - So?!

I am his 'tenant'. - You mean, what if he sucks...

and you can't get away from each other. - Yeah, it's not recommended.

So you've thought about it! - Shhh...

Hey Max, do you actually... Do you mind walking me home? - I love to.

Goodbye. See ya. - He's cute.

Thanks.

Bye, guys.

August, er... he worries about me.

People from his generation were married with ten kids by the time they were my age.

He's a kind of unique guy, isn't he? - That's one way to put it.

Unique, difficult, a pain in the ass would be another way to categorize him.

Is he okay?

Up until a year ago we were partners in the building.

We did everything together, fixed everything together, made all the decisions together.

Then he had a stroke.

And what about your parents?

They died when I was very young.

What about your family?

My parents, they are kind of 'after-the-facts' hippies.

I guess that makes you the black sheep of the family, huh? - Definitely.

Yeah, for me, 'Rebellion' was going to Med school.

'Free love' just sucked as far as I could tell.

Led to a quick divorce and my parents parted, so, I was every other weekend with my dad.

I never really knew where my home was. Not until Jack and I moved in together.

Jack? - My ex.

I thought all hippie kids had weird names.

Oh, you do, don't you? What's your real name?

Juliet, that's my real name. - What's your middle name?

Wanna sit here? - Are you Ignoring my question?

No, I just thought we take in the view. - Okay.

When I was little, I used to walk around the neighbourhood at night...

and looked into windows of families from televisions...

brothers, sisters, parents...

eating, you know, talking.

And I knew I couldn't have that, but...

just watching them, somehow, made me feel like I was part of it.

Seeing all these families is sweet.

Bliss. - Bliss? -Yup!

Dr. Bliss.

Dr. Bliss.

Yup. - Very nice.

Thank you.

Sorry. - No, don't be sorry, Juliet.

I'm an idiot. Of course it's a bad idea.

It's not what I mean.

I'm just confused. Reading the wrong signal.

Jesus Christ. Juliet, calm the fuck down.

I don't know what I was expecting. - You were expecting 'rebound' sex, honey.

Hot landlord 'rebound' sex!

See you later. - 'Bye doll.

Jack.

"You picked up".

What do you want? - "I just called to say, 'Hi'".

Well, Hi!

"Can I see you?"

"Juliet I'm sorry". - I gotta go.

I don't think it's good idea for us to talk yet. - "Juliet, it's Max".

- Max? - "Listen, eh, sorry about yesterday".

"Well, I was wondering if I can make it up to you with dinner tonight?"

You like old things. - As long as I do.

You know, I'm not really one of the 'text-message' twitter crowd.

Technology seems to be about telling everybody your deep dark secrets.

I don't know, I guess I think 'secrets' should be 'secrets'.

What?

It's just... starting to feel like home.

Safe, warm and inviting.

You did it for me.

Good.

So, what's your 'secret'? Why aren't you married?

I guess I just never found anyone that... - Anyone that...

You 'got' me, I guess. Not that I got.

And the truth is, I'm not very social.

You know, it's probably the way I grew up.

I spent my whole life taking care of my family's building...

and recently, my grandfather. Because of that...

I've never had a relationship that mattered.

You know, going to that Art Opening thing the other day...

That was a 'big deal' for me.

I'm sorry about that day. - No, I was just surprised...

that you... - That I what?

That you wanted to kiss me.

Why wouldn't I?

'Landlord'. - 'Tenant'.

Messed up.

I have a pulse.

He thought he was dying. It's not a stroke, is it?