Intersections

That's the hotel up ahead.

Hey, we're landing.

- (Moans) - How do you feel?

Good.

You slept like a baby.

Yeah, 'cause I am a baby.

- (Phones ringing) - (Elevator dings)

- Hello. - Man: Hello, sir.

- Welcome to the Hotel Tombouctou. - Woman: Hi.

Mr. and Mrs. Dolan.

Okay. Mmm.

- Go? Okay. - Suite royale for you, Mr. Dolan.

- Suite royale. - Yeah.

- Do you have anything bigger than this? - (Both chuckle)

- Thank you. - Enjoy.

- Hey, Mike, what's up? - Woman: Really?

Mike: Hi, Scott, I know it's pretty late there

and I'm sorry to disturb you, but the payrolls number just came out

and it was a lot stronger than expected.

There was also some upward revisions made to last month's data.

Uh, well, what was the European manufacturing data like this morning?

And the Chinese figures overnight?

Mike: Above expectations.

The markets were slack until the payroll numbers

and since then they've rallied a percent.

Our positions are holding well,

but we're within 15 tics of our stop levels.

Uhh... all right, well, tell...

tell Nick to dump half the T-bond position.

- Ho... Hold on, hold on, stay there. - (Clicks)

- Where are you going? - To smoke.

No, you said no smoking after 10:00, baby.

- It's after 10:00. - Well, you said no BlackBerry in bed

- and you're in bed. - Come on, the office calls,

- I gotta take it. - That's your choice, this is mine.

Don't be ridiculous. Come on, Tay.

I mean, this is what I do for a living.

What do you think pays for our lifestyle?

- That rock on your finger? - Really?

You know what? Take back your damn rock.

I don't want if this is how its gonna be, Scott.

- Come on, don't be like that. - It's our honeymoon, Scott.

I'm bored. I want something in my mouth.

If it's not gonna be you, it's gonna be something else.

Come on, don't go.

- (Sighs) - (Door opens, closes)

Yeah, I'm back.

You're wet.

And you're a pig.

- Where's Scotty? - (Heavy breathing continues)

Fucking his BlackBerry, where else?

Mmm.

- (Gasps) - (Knocks)

- Okay, listen. - Mm-hmm.

We leave at 7:00 am.

When Scott says 7:00, he means 7:00.

Okay? Yeah, I know, it's fuckin' early.

And he wants to go see some old abandoned fort.

- It's like a two-hour drive. - (Rustling)

And...

Here's the map.

- There's one road that leads there. - Uh-huh.

- So when you see us pass... - Yeah.

Just pull up beside,

and... do what you're gonna do.

And... what if he doesn't pull over?

- Oh, I'll insist. - Oh.

Trust me. I know Scotty. He has a hot head.

He'll wanna stop and get into it with you.

And that's when you do it.

Okay?

Mike: The SEC called again

to arrange that conference call...

All right. This is what I need you to do.

- (Beeping) - Man: It's a GPS transponder.

- Oh. - Just in case.

You just slap it in your wheel well...

- (Chuckles) - And let it go beep.

- Now listen. - Mmm?

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Absolutely sure?

'Cause after tonight...

There's no going back.

We've come this far.

Yeah, we have.

- (Unzips) - And I...

I like to finish what I start.

What are you doing?

I need to stretch.

- (Engine stops) - Okay.

Listen.

You hear that?

- I don't hear anything. - Exactly.

Not a sound.

God, I love the emptiness.

It's so liberating.

I feel like I have a chance to get back what I've lost here.

- And what was that? - Clarity.

- Hmm. - Yeah.

It's not too late.

- (Sniffles) - Hey, hey, are you crying?

No, Scotty, can we go? I'm ready to go.

Come on, come on, come on, come on. What's the matter?

- No, Scott, it's... - Come on.

You know what I wanna do?

What?

I want to make love to you, right here, right now.

- (Scoffs) - Come on.

No, Scotty, it is hot and dirty

- and I feel disgusting. - Then let's go back to the hotel.

- You're crazy. - I'm crazy serious.

Come on, we go back to the hotel,

we... we stay holed up all day,

we drink bottles of dom and we eat caviar the way we fuckin' love.

And what about those old forts you wanna see?

- I don't care. - Yes, you do.

I know how important that is to you.

You and me, tomorrow.

- Tomorrow. - What if there is no tomorrow?

Oh, there'll be a tomorrow.

Come here.

- Tomorrow. - Tomorrow.

- Okay, tomorrow. - Okay.

No more tears.

- (Deep sigh) - Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

- Okay. - (Door closes)

There's always tomorrow.

- (Engine starts) - (Rock music playing)

# liar liar, pants on fire #

# your nose is longer than a telephone wire #

# ask me, baby... #

- This isn't the road, honey. - I'm tired of the road.

This one'll connect to the one we want about 40 miles in.

Whoa. 40 miles of this?

- Yeah, look at this map. - (Rustles)

There's some old wadis... here.

Abandoned quartz mines here. I want to see these.

- (Taylor coughing) - # why must you hurt me #

# do what you do? #

It's really dusty, Scott. I don't like it.

Oh, it's not so bad.

Don't worry. We'll be fine,

we tepid explorers of uncharted lands!

Besides, it's not the destination, my bride,

it's the journey.

# liar liar, pants on fire #

# your nose is longer than a telephone wire #

- (Thuds) - (Gasps)

Jesus, Scott, can you please just slow down a little bit?

- You're acting like a child. - I'm sorry, baby.

What's wrong?

Nothing, I'm just feeling a little sick.

No, it's something else. You seem pre-occupied.

- I'm quiet. Is that a crime? - I know your moods, sweetheart.

- What's the matter? - You say the same thing

over and over and over again

like you think I don't hear you. Do you think I'm stupid?

No, I don't think you're stupid. Just, normally when people ask questions,

they expect answers, Tay.

- It's called communicating. - Why... everything has to be

- such an issue with you. - You know what?

I don't want to argue with you, sweetie. All right?

It's our honeymoon. Just breath, relax.

Let's enjoy ourselves. There's nothing for miles.

It's beautiful.

I noticed him a few minutes ago.

First car I saw in over an hour.

Must be another road out there.

He's moving a hell lot faster than we are.

So now we're in a race?

- (Rewing) - Scott: Yeah.

I think he needs help. You should slow down and see...

Help? What, are you kidding me! We're in the middle of nowhere!

- (Honking continues) - (Rewing)

- (Thuds) - Oh, fuck! Son of a bitch!

Scott, please slow down. Just let him pass.

Not slowing down. He could have a gun. He could have anything.

- (Taylor screams) - Fuck!

- Where is he? Where is he? - I don't know. I don't know.

- How many in the car? - I don't know! I can't see!

- (Revs) - (Thuds)

- Oh, no! - Hey, you fucking nut!

- Hey, how are you doing? - Are you out of your mind?!