200 baris pertama.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Finally
We're alone.
Call me Hayward.
Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in love at first sight?
<iI do.</i
<iWith you</i
<iYou're a natural.</i
You alright?
What did you do last night?
Nothing.
Nothing nothing?
- Nothing at all? - Yeah.
Are we still on for tonight?
Well, I have to stay in because the boss is in Singapore, so...
- Oh, really? - Yeah. I'm sorry.
- Are you mad at me? - No, of course not.
Are you alright?
You seem like you're a little shaky.
Yeah, something really weird just happened.
Really? What?
There was this guy in the elevator, and he
he touched my shoulder.
Touched your shoulder like in a creepy, intentional way?
Yeah, I think so.
- That's sexual harassment, you know. - I know.
You should talk to the building manager. They can...
I just sort of want to forget that it happened.
Okay.
Well uh, I have to go to a meeting
- so I'll see you later. - Okay.
Bye.
- Excuse me. - Excuse me.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
<iPlease explain</i
<iSlipped out of myself</i
<iCan I not be me?</i
<iPlease explain</i
<iCold everywhere</i
<iPlease explain</i
<iWaking up again here...</i
Mary.
Mary, you'll stay at my house for as long as you like. Okay?
<iPlease explain</i
<iBrighter</i
<iWrong</i
You're freezing.
<iPlease explain.</i
What did they put me on?
I don't remember a name.
Something to calm you.
Do you need anything?
I just need to rest.
I don't understand what happened.
What do you think happened?
I think a strange man touched my shoulder
and then I felt strange.
What felt strange?
I felt like I could hear what he was thinking
but he wasn't moving his lips.
Do you think telepathy is real?
What do you think?
It felt real
at the time, but I don't know.
Has this ever happened before?
What?
- Hearing thoughts. - No.
Can you hear thoughts now?
No.
Do you see any connection between
what happened in the elevator and what happened in the bathroom?
Yes. I think one thing led to the other.
What are you thinking about right now?
What if I get disoriented again?
- Are you afraid that might happen again? - Mhmm.
Yes.
<i... just dance around and</i
<idance around naked and paint our faces blue like clowns</i
<iand go blah blah blah.</i
<iAnything'd be better than this.</i
<iOh, then I have to do the washing again.</i
<iMary, you're so skinny.</i
<iSkinny-minnie, skinny-malinkey</i
<iMinkey...</i
<iOh, Jesus Christ...</i
<iI hate caramel. I hate caramel butterscotch.</i
<iWhy can't you just have apples in your crumble?</i
<iI don't even wanna eat crumble.</i
<iI want chocolate mousse.</i
<iOr cheesecake. Why can't she make cheesecake?</i
<iI know they always made crumble in their house, but who cares?</i
<iShe's married to me now.</i
<iJesus Christ...</i
<iWhy can't she make moussaka?</i
Feeling well?
No, I'm fine. I'm just gonna go to sleep.
Goodnight.
<iHow did you find me?</i
<iEasy.</i
<iWhat did you do to me?</i
<iI touched you.</i
<iYou've got the knack.</i
<iCome on. We're going on a field trip.</i
<iSooner than you think sleep will be obsolete.</i
<iIt'll all be one long dream,</i
<iunrolling like a highway,</i
<ino traffic, no stop lights.</i
<iJust pure glorious go.</i
<iCan you hear me all the time?</i
<iCan I?</i
<iBut I can only hear you when you talk to me?</i
<iSo it seems.</i
<iDon't panic.</i
Whose house is this?
Tony's.
A screenwriter.
And a producer.
He made this movie.
About a serial killer.
How 'bout that?
What do you think happens here?
Hayward?
- Hey Mar. - Hey.
Hey. Laura said that I could...
- Yeah, it's fine. - ... come up.
How are you doing?
You look uh... you look a lot better.
Better than Friday?
- Yeah, much better. - Oh, good.
Laura says that if you want to, I could take you for a ride.
Do you want to?
- Sure. Sounds good. - Yeah?
- Change of scenery. Come on. - Yeah, sure.
I have to get...
- My car's just down there. - Okay.
Do I look silly in these?
No, I like them.
Five bucks at Venice Beach.
When did you go to Venice?
Uh, yesterday.
- Who with? - I went with a client.
Don't worry. Don't be paranoid.
Turn that up. I like it.
What song?
I'm just thinking about a song in my head.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Here.
There we go.
Can you turn that off, please?
- What? - Could you turn that off, please?
I thought you liked Salsa?
I don't like all Salsa, and I don't like this.
Well, you did.
I lied.
Okay. There you go.
Are you alright?
I'm good.
Hey, it was good to see you.
Why?
I mean, it was good to see that you're doing better.
What's gonna happen?
You'll get better, you know, you'll go to work.
Things will be fine. This is just a blip, you know?
I mean between us.
I like being with you.
You like being with me?
Yeah, I like being with you.
You know what I mean.
It was good to see you.
- Mary. - What?
- Where are you going? - I wanna go inside.
Why are you going inside?
Because I feel like it.
I can't just kiss you and then go inside?
- I mean, of course you can, but... - Okay.
- But... - Alright, what?
Nothing, I...
- Is everything okay? - Yeah, everything's fine.
I'll see you soon, okay? Bye.
Mary.
Got a storyline for you, Tony.
How'd you get in here?
It could be a book or a movie...
or an apocalyptic mini-series.
I didn't invite you in.
My story's about a virus.
You get infected just from getting touched.
Alright, that's very interesting and um...
Here's a nifty twist.
There's no protection from this virus.
There's no brain condoms.
Look, can you please just go on home
okay? And if you want to set up a meeting with me...
Relax, Tony.
Don't just talk to fill dead air.
<iMary. Come here.</i
<iJoin us.</i
<iIf I don't move then maybe I'm not here.</i
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