The Passenger

(DREAMY, EERIE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Why did you drink so much?

Me?

Yes, you.

That's rich.

Sorry?

It's a wedding, Charlotte.

People get drunk.

It's what they do.

Not everyone.

No?

Tom didn't look exactly great this morning, did he?

Yeah, well, he wasn't driving home, though, was he?

Christ.

Wish I hadn't mentioned it.

It's just not particularly responsible, is it?

So that's what this is?

You don't think I'm responsible enough.

I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.

Ah, you're completely infuriating.

Oh, great, so now I'm irresponsible and infuriating.

That's a nice combination.

I just don't see why you feel the need

to get totally wasted.

I think you're being a bit hypocritical.

I wasn't wasted.

Yeah, you got through two bottles of wine

before the speeches.

Don't be ridiculous.

You know what, besides, I'm surprised

that you even remember the speeches.

I bet you don't remember eating.

I do, actually.

It was chicken.

Congratulations on remembering your dinner.

Thank you.

It just would've been nice,

have a bit more of a grown-up evening.

So now you're adding childish

to my list of faults, too.

You added that yourself.

I'm so sorry I'm not more mature for you.

Who would you prefer?

Prince Philip, perhaps?

Or is he maybe a bit too mature.

Hilarious.

No, seriously, what is it you'd like me to be,

apart from responsible and mature, obviously.

- Stop being a dick. - That's great.

That's three, any more?

No.

We can just start with those.

How did I end up being the bad guy here?

We were both drinking.

We both feel like shit.

Why is it always my fault?

I didn't say that.

You never do.

Please, don't start.

I just thought we had a good time.

You know, we had a laugh.

You looked like you enjoyed yourself.

I did.

- So what's wrong? - Nothing!

You know what, you're right.

I'm just a bit hungover.

Everything I do lately seems to get on your nerves.

That's not true.

Isn't it?

No.

I...

Nothing.

Tom did look quite bad this morning, didn't he?

Slight understatement, I reckon.

I tried to force feed him a bacon sandwich.

Thought he was going to puke all over me.

Tommy.

I will kill him if he's sick in his car.

Don't blame him.

Did you see him trying it on with Alison?

Who, your brother?

No, Tom.

No.

Really?

Yeah.

He was trying all his best dance moves on her.

Well, that dance floor certainly saw

its fair share of action, didn't it?

What?

We had one dance.

To about five songs.

Everyone has a dance with the bridesmaid.

Do they?

Well, I must have missed where it said that

on the invitation.

I'll show it to you when we get home.

Look, she's a very nice girl.

Oh, you are not being serious.

Of course, I am.

Don't lie, you don't think that.

She's a total cow.

You barely know her.

Oh, I've met her plenty of times.

When?

Every time I try to talk to her,

she totally blanks me.

- Dan, stop! - Shit!

You okay?

You?

Samuel?

You know him?

Samuel, what the hell?

Hey.

(SPEAKERS MUFFLED BY CAR WINDOWS)

What's going on?

He's broken down.

Well, I figured.

He could've gotten himself killed.

He was just trying to flag us down.

Who is he?

He's a bloke from work.

Have I met him?

I don't think so, why?

He looks familiar.

His name's Samuel.

Samuel?

Oh, don't worry, I'll introduce you.

Thank you so much.

You're very welcome.

Has he tried calling anyone?

There's no signal.

Well, haven't you got one?

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Look, he lives near us.

I told him we'd drive him back home.

Would it not be better

to take him to a garage?

He's got a mate who can come and tow it for him.

How long has he been stuck out here?

I have no idea.

Don't give him the Spanish Inquisition.

I only asked.

Be friendly, he's a nice guy.

Thank you.

I really do appreciate this.

I'm Samuel.

You must be Charlotte.

It's really lovely to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

I've heard lots about you.

Oh, you, too.

I'm so glad you stopped.

You didn't give us much choice.

Sorry, I was getting rather desperate.

A couple of cars that did pass

just drove straight on.

Yeah, I think people get nervous

about stopping for strangers.

How come you're out this way?

Because of you, actually.

Sorry?

No, that's not true.

Because of Dan, really.

I don't understand.

Well, he told me this is a great area

to take a quiet break.

I needed to get away for a couple of days.

I thought, why not?

You travel light.

I don't need much.

Shame Charlotte can't say the same.

Excuse me.

Most of your stuff's crammed into my bag.

He's the same with his desk space at work.

No, I'm not.

That doesn't surprise me.

Just shove it all back in his direction is my advice.

Do you mind?

Not really.

Just giving Samuel a few tips

to make sure you don't take advantage

of his good nature.

Thank you, Charlotte, for trying to keep him in check.

So you're both in charge then?

Looks like it.

So did you have a good weekend, then?

Yeah, until the car broke down,

but I should've predicted that.

Something's been wrong for a while.

What's the problem?

Not a clue, bit I don't imagine it's an easy fix.

It's been making some very strange noises.

Don't worry, Dan doesn't have a clue, either.

He's just asking the obligatory question.

Ignore her bluntness.

She's feeling pretty hungover this morning.

So did you enjoy the wedding then, Charlotte?

Sorry?

Didn't Dan say you were at a wedding this weekend?