Getting to Know You

- Oh. - Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Shut up. You shut up. Come on. Give it to me.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh.

Oh, fuck. Oh.

- Oh, just, yes. - Yes. Yeah, deeper, yeah.

Deeper, Donny. Deeper, Donny. Aww. Aww. Yeah.

- Perhaps... - It doesn't work.

Probably just as well.

- It would be an awkward moment. - To interrupt.

Come on, fuck me please. Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God!

Yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Deeper. Yeah.

Yeah, just like that.

Oh, oh, Donny.

Oh, deeper, Donny.

Don't stop. No.

I... I... I don't think it'll be longer.

- Let me come. Let me come. - Me too, me too, me too, yeah.

- Very simultaneous. - Yeah.

Nicely timed.

Oh, my God!

How long do you think we should give them?

Huh?

Not a whole cigarette.

- A puff or two. -

Excuse me.

Go. Go. You go. Go.

Hi.

I... I was just in the back, you know, taking, um, uh, the... the phone reservations.

Checking in Sorensen. I have a reservation for two nights.

- Ah. - And this gentleman.

Um, I've misplaced my keycard.

Manning, 104.

You can take him first.

- Oh, no. - Please.

Thanks. You must be tired... traveling.

- Well, you've been something. - Oh, fuck!

Just an expletive.

Forgot I was wearing it.

See you tonight.

Thank you so much.

Sorensen.

S-O-R...

Arrived.

Is it closed?

It's getting late, I suppose.

Um, the girl at the desk assured me that everything was still open.

Okay.

I'm starving.

Long trip?

London to Toronto, then a local flight here.

Yeah, it's been a very long day.

You're not here for the reunion, are you? No, you're not.

Reunion?

Yeah, high school reunion this weekend.

Oh, really? That... that's why you're here?

Yeah.

One of the stupider decisions in a life of very stupid decisions.

And now I could really use another drink.

Cindy.

- Where the hell's Cindy? - Cindy?

Yeah, our waitress.

- I... I don't know. - Shit.

All right.

Um, what... what can I get you?

Oh, what soups do you have?

You want the soup?

Oh, no, no, uh, perhaps salad?

Salad.

Maybe you could suggest something.

Uh, I think the lasagna is excellent.

- Lasagna sounds perfect. - Great.

- Uh, this gentleman. - Yeah.

Oh, uh, yeah, I was just wondering if I could get a drink maybe.

Do I look like the bartender too?

Just maybe a glass of wine?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll get it for you when I get around to it.

Jesus. Cindy, come on.

Maybe it'd be easier for him if we, uh... You mind if I join you?

Yeah, sure, yeah.

Glad to have a company.

- I'm Abby. - Ah. Luke.

So the reunion didn't go well?

God, could not have gone worse.

I don't want to talk about it. Maybe we should, uh, what about, uh,

maybe we could... England.

I spent a... a few years there when I was younger.

Had a string of awful jobs, God.

I remember, uh, cleaning vomit off a bathroom floor in a pub in Hackney.

Hackney, nice.

Oh, Meg, is it okay if I go home a bit early?

I don't give a fuck what you do, Cindy. Just...

Okay, great. See you tomorrow.

Could I get a drink?

Oh, uh, actually I'd prefer...

put it on the tab for Room 1... Uh...

- Cindy. - Yeah.

- I know you were. - No, I wasn't.

I know you were, so don't fucking lie to me.

I'm not lying.

- Okay, well, something's going on. - Nothing. It's...

- Look at yourself. - What?

You're happy.

No, I'm not.

I am not happy.

You were smiling earlier and so something is making you happy.

Oh, you're telling me I'm not supposed to smile now?

Do you think... do you think I'm a fool?

You don't think I see what's going on?

Everything I do here is for you.

Everything is for you and for this fucking hotel.

It is not. It is for us, babe, for our future together.

Come on. That is why I keep working, I work my ass off every single day.

And I don't?

I do more to keep this place going than you do.

- You would be fucking lost without me. - Fine. Fine.

You think... you think I don't do anything here? You think you don't need me.

Try... try doing this without me. I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What do we do now?

- My room or... - I'm in 602.

Oh, I'm just down here and I... I have a suite.

Sure.

- I am a gentleman. - And I have a black belt.

You won't need it.

And they had a band of high school students, current high school students,

- playing Frank Sinatra songs. - No.

I mean, I don't know if there's anything worse

than hearing a bunch of 16-year-olds playing "I Did It My Way."

God!

Why did I come?

Why do we ever go to these things?

Curiosity. To see the one that got away.

- Yes. - Yeah.

Anyway, enough about what an idiot I am.

What brings you to a small town in Northern Ontario?

My brother. He died.

I have to close down his house and the funeral is tomorrow.

- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.

I hadn't seen him in years and, uh, my parents had a divide and conquer approach

to raising their children and, uh, yeah, it worked.

And he was, pick a euphemism, troubled.

Right.

Okay, if I raid your minibar, do you mind?

Help yourself.

So you grew up here?

Yeah. My, uh, my dad worked at the steel company

but, uh, he had a gambling problem.

He found himself in a ton of debt, lost the house, and the day the bank foreclosed,

he took off for parts unknown.

I was 16.

Mom walked out on both of us years before,

so welfare paid for me to rent a tiny basement room until I finished high school,

which the whole town knew.

- The good old days, right? - But there was...

- Kayla. - Kayla.

Yeah.

Who made it all worthwhile.

She did, indeed, man. She was springtime, puppies, lollipops

and a whole lot of sex appeal and I was, uh, Heathcliff.

Heathcliff?

Or so I imagined.

But, um, she wanted... she wanted stability, you know.

She started talking about marriage, a job at the steel company.

So, late one night I just hitchhiked away.

And regretted it ever since?

Flashes of regret which grew bigger and brighter as the failed relationships piled up.

Then I heard about the reunion and I was blinded by the light.

- And so tonight. - Heathcliff returned.

And look at him, he owns his own home.

Well, a mortgage in, uh, New York City.

- New York? - Okay, Brooklyn.

- Still. - And this really nice suit.

Yeah, it is nice.

I even sprung for the best suite in this hotel.

What a man, you know, bow down you small town folks, stand in awe, Ms. Lollipop.

And?

Ms. Lollipop's married of course.

- No. - Two kids.

I made a complete fool of myself. God!

I mean, really embarrassing.

You know, Jesus, I... I even looked her name up online and nothing came up.

An idiot would have figured out she was married.

She'd probably marry some really great guy.

- He'll be laughing tonight when he hears what I said. - No.

Take my advice. If you should ever plan a speech for years,

do not under any circumstances actually say it out loud.

Well, I have to be up early to get started on my brother's place so I should get going.

Oh, please, come on. I mean, I hate hotels.

Can we not just... we could watch a movie.

I swear I am misinterpreting nothing.

I see your wedding ring. I respect it.

I just want a little distraction from my utter humiliation this evening.

How about comedy? You could probably use one, too.

Sure, yeah.

I just need a quick pee.