Wicker Park

Magnificent, aren't they?

God's tears.

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

So are the others. I, uh...

I guess I just... have to make the right decision.

In the end, it's not your eye that must decide.

Yeah.

Did Rebecca call?

Yeah. She'll be at the restaurant in an hour to take you to the airport.

I put your tickets, passport, and your new cell phone in your briefcase

and Hong will be there in ten minutes.

Thanks. See you in four days.

The second you land,

those guys are gonna start poking and prodding to see what you're made of.

Are you sure I'm the right guy for this, Walter?

I'm no good at this corporate stuff, I hate flying--

and isn't this Bob's thing, anyway?

Bob? Come on, you're gonna be fine.

Just don't eat anything that wears a collar,

and if you need me, I'll be on the beach in Cozumel screening my calls.

Look...this is a big break for you.

But I'm giving you this account because I think you're the right man for the job.

Besides, you're gonna be a member of the family soon, right?

Going down, please.

Oh. Matthew, keep away from the bang-bang girls

or Rebecca will kick my ass, all right?

Matty.

- Matty! - Luke! Hey, man.

- How are you, man? - I'm good. How are you?

Really good. Really good. Good to see you. You look great.

Thanks, man. I mean, I do.

You still doing that whole advertising thing in New York?

I moved back.

- When did you get back? - Two months ago.

Two months? What are you doing?

You don't call your friend? You could've called me.

I know. I just--I moved back with a girl that I met in New York

and I'm working for her brother, and it's...

That sounds serious.

Maybe. I don't know. We'll see.

You look very serious. Look at you.

I know, man.

Hold on!

Listen, man, I gotta go to a meeting.

Yeah, I need to probably move my car, too.

And then I'm going to China tonight.

- China? That's weird. - Yeah, I know.

Let me give you a call when I get back. Monday?

Yeah, sounds good--shut up!

All right, look, here's my card. Don't wait two years--call me!

The old shop.

- All right? - I will, man.

You look good. That's a nice tie.

Good to see you.

Are you done? Come on!

He's very impressed with what you've done,

and he assures you that when you get to China,

you'll be met with much enthusiasm and support.

Thank you very much.

Some champagne, please. Excuse me.

Excuse you.

Matthew is a, uh, photographer. Beautifully, wonderfully creative man.

And here's my favorite sister.

His only sister.

Mr. Hong, Ms. Chin, this is my sister Rebecca.

Hey, Sweetie. How are you?

As you can see,

Matthew has managed to make himself indispensable even away from the office.

Here, Sweetie. Just take one of these to help you sleep on the plane.

Mr. Hong would like to propose a toast.

Oh, yes.

To a long and prosperous marriage...

of our two companies.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Um, excuse me. I'm gonna go make a phone call.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me, can I have the check, please.

Just a minute!

Sorry.

No, you listen! And I don't feel like calming down.

It's over, okay? That's why I wanted to meet.

No, actually I don't think it was an accident.

It's in the paper!

I don't ever want to see you again, Daniel.

Stop following me, or I'll call the police!

Lisa.

Lisa!

Whoa. Hey, come on.

Are you all right?

I pissed her off.

You wanna put that on this card, please?

Oh! This stupid...

Need some help there, Mare?

- What's up? - It's so frustrating.

I just can't work out why there's no sound.

I just...

Matthew? Hello?

Anybody home?

I'll take this one, if you want.

Knock yourself out, kid.

Oh, my God.

Shit.

- They wanna know how long--hey! - Mary, I'll be right back.

- Sorry. - Where are you going?!

Oh, sorry!

- Hey, guys. - Hey, Lisa.

See you inside.

Hey.

Hey.

- Probably time to go, right? - Yes.

Okay.

Pre-boarding call for flight 752 to Munich.

All passengers should board at this time at gate 5-A

I guess, uh, this is it.

Are you sure nothing's wrong?

No. No, I'm fine.

Okay. Well, call me when you get there.

Okay. I will.

I love you.

Me, too.

Bye.

Bye.

Your attention. please.

This is the final boarding call for American Airlines flight 153

service to Shanghai.

All passengers should now be boarding at gate 1 0-B.

Matthew Simon. S-l-M-O-N.

Shit.

Yeah.

Yeah. No, he's not on the plane.

He's...

He's sick.

No, he's very sick. He has food poisoning.

No, he'll be there in the next couple of days.

Lisa?

All right.

Hello?

Lisa?

Here. sweetie. Just take one of these to help you sleep on the plane.

That line--what it does to your calf-- that is what we call sexy.

Wanna try pink? Hmm?

- Okay. - Okay. Have a seat.

Hey. There you are. Where you been?

You look like shit. I hope she was worth it.

Hey, do we have a size ten in pink?

Yeah, in the back.

- Hey, Ellie. - Hey.

- I gotta talk to you. - Lady Dragon Shoes.

Ow. So, who is she?

You wouldn't believe me.

Betcha I do. I probably even know her. What's her name?

That's the thing.

You don't know her name? Oh, man.

I know that she's a dancer.

You mean, like a stripper?

No, shithead. Like a real dancer.

Oh, God. I love a dancer's body. Ooh.

But her face is like...

Her eyes...

...and her...skin is just...

She just makes me all...

What is "wha" and "duh"? She just makes you more inarticulate than usual.

You are obsessed, which I don't understand.

I mean, I don't know how you decide on just one.

I mean, my customer over there-- she's got great legs. Ellie.

All right? There is something hot about Ellie.

The blonde at the window.

I mean, come on.

What are you doing?

Matty, are you all right?

Lady Dragon Shoes. Can I help you?

The blonde?

What are you doing?

Give me some shoes.

- Shoes? - Yeah.

Got lots of shoes.

I'm sorry I took so long. Pink. It's my last pair.

Could I help you with anything?

Yes.

Those shoes in the window.

The black ones with the red sole.

I'd like to try them on, please.

The blacks and reds. Okay.

I'll just go in the back and get them for you.

That's where we keep them-- in the back--so...

I'll be right back.

Uh, Matty?

Maybe you'd like to ask the lady what size shoe she wears.

- Right. - 8 1/2.

Like Fellini.

Right.

I mean his movie, not his shoe size. I don't know his shoe size, obviously.

8 1/2.

Shit.

What was that?

Fellini! What the hell was I thinking?

I have no idea.

But you were right about one thing. God, she's beautiful.