The Girl is in Trouble (The Girl Is in Trouble)

Anguishing groans from an unidentified man.

More groaning, heavy breathing, stifled cries.

Man's cries become louder, more desperate.

Terrible screams.

It happened a year ago.

I wish I could tell this story from beginning to end but

I don't remember it that way.

I do remember...

Freddy, you promised me the gig was mine.

Well, I changed my mind.

I need someone whose name I can put on the flyer and pack this room.

And that ain't you, pal.

Look, I got fired from The Void. I need this shot, c'mon.

A real DJ gets this job.

I mean, what are you?

You're a nice guy, but you ain't no real DJ.

Any idiot can be a iPod DJ.

At least tell me who you got?

What's up. How you're doing?

We're all set for you.

I'll give it an eye check.

What the fuck, Rekles?

Yeah, Rekles!

He's got Serato, he actually mixes the music...

Plus he's got like 5,000 fans on-line.

What do you got?

Look, it's just business bro.

It's just business...?

Sound of angry gesture.

The rest of the story is in fragments, bits and pieces that jump around.

I was hung up on chance and faith,

trying to figure out why I was going nowhere.

That's when she came along.

Eric, open up!

Eric, I know you're in there!

Come on! It's an emergency!

We had a deal. I told you not to come back tonight.

I know, I need to stay here tonight.

Eric? Who's at the door?

Nothing, baby, I'll be back in a minute!

Go the fuck away.

If you're in trouble, I don't wanna be involved.

Eric, please!

I swear I'll call the fucking cops!

OK, just let me get my things.

Signe, I'm dialing!

Stop, Jesus!

Just gimme my guitar.

And be careful with it!

My shoes!

Eric, fuck, I'm barefoot!

Christ...

The girl was in trouble.

But it wouldn't have been my problem if Peter,

the guy she called first, had picked up his phone.

Or Igor, the photog was probably snapping shots downtown.

Steven couldn't see his part.

He started a midnight gym routine

after she joked that his tits were bigger than hers.

And calling Rachel was pointless.

Their fling ended badly after she told Rachel

she was just exploring.

Rachel felt used.

That left me,

I was last on her list.

We met five weeks ago at The Void,

I thought she was into me.

I got her digits, called her. Never heard back until...

Hello?

August?

Hi!

Remember me?

The Swedish girl you met at the The Void.

You're the girl who doesn't call anybody back.

Yeah, I know, I've been real busy.

I was wondering if you wanna grab a drink or something?

I've been at The Void, but I didn't see you.

Yeah, cause I got fired.

Oh...

Maybe I can help to cheer you up.

Just one drink. Come on. It'll be fun.

I dunno...

Hey listen...

I'm leaving the States and I'd really love to see you.

It'll be worth your while.

I promise.

What to do.

Something about this didn't sound right.

Then I remembered...

What did my horoscope say?

OK...

Meet me at Happy Ending, Broome and Forsyth, 20 minutes.

OK, 20 minutes.

OK.

Are you nervous?

Terrified...

of your fashion sense.

What's going on with the get-up?

I got locked out of my apartment.

So... you need a place to crash?

Tell me this, you're just locked out of their apartment

in a trench coat and flip-flops?

Are you waiting for somebody else?

No.

Are you sure?

I just don't really wanna be here.

If you get me...

Do you get me?

August.

Wow...

If I'd have known you were that type of girl,

I would've paid you up front.

What are you doing with my phone?

Don't touch that!

I'm about to call the police to report a robbery,

I ain't using up my minutes, this shit is expensive!

Put that down!

Are you kidding me, right? You're going through my wallet,

now you want to get back because I have your phone?

- You're crazy. - Listen, I just needed some cash.

I put it back...

You don't know what you're doing, OK?

Look, I should be kicking you the fuck out.

But now you got me curious.

What do you got here? Naughty pictures?

Who were you fucking last night before me?

Give it to me!

Don't! Don't!

August! August!

Is this real?

What the fuck I'm looking at. It is fucking real?

Ahhh...

It's the real to see death right on front of you.

By the time it was all over,

this will be another thing

Nicholas and I would have in common.

Does your father know?

What about your mother?

Mom's in the cottage in Connecticut.

And you don't know where the girl went?

No.

Let's forget about the girl for now.

OK...

What is your daily morning routine?

I go for a run and I practice my...

Practice what?

OK.

Clean this all up.

Go for a drive, clear your mind.

Come back in an hour,

excercise, practice whatever it is you do.

If she calls the cops, I got friends there.

Your father's got friends there.

If she contacts you,

you call me immediately, huh?

Meantime, let's see what I can learn about this...

I didn't mean for this to happen.

Nobody ever does.

Abuela, I'm starvin'.

Where's your brother?

I dunno.

I said it a million times. Do I look like his keeper?

There will be no food for anyone here

until your brother comes home.

It's Sunday!

He is supposed to be here.

It's 11:30. He was supposed to be here at eleven.

If you don't show up on time in this life,

you always be left behind in the next.

Where are you going?

I gotta go eat. I ain't living like this.

Abuela...

You can't get yourself worked up like this,

Alright?

Alright?

Yo, Sparky...

What's up, nigga?

Yo, you see my little brother around?

You sure?

Jésus!

Hey yo...

Wake your ass up!

Hello, Yuri...

Yeah, the new supply got done.

He had some family shit to deal with.

Alright.

You fuckin' amateur.

Angel's first clue was in his brother's profile status.

Jésus was dealing again.

But Angel knew where to look for him

because in the Lower East Side

veryone has a friend in common .

Even though I didn't know it,

the girl and I were already linked,

but the chain starts with Jésus.

He friend-quested everyone he dealt drugs to.

Most didn't accepted.

I was one of the few who did.

I came over with my parents from Nigeria to Newark NJ at age of 7.

Yeah, people really do emigrate to New Jersey.