[
from trailer]
Erica:
I want my dog back!
Detective Mercer:
Most everybody lies. Dead can't.
Detective Vitale:
Guy had a rap sheet longer than my dick.
Detective Mercer:
So, in other words, no priors.
Detective Vitale:
Easy.
Elevator Man #1:
Gross. Who's he gonna shoot next, Donald Trump?
Detective Vitale:
I'd say it was probably the fall that killed this guy... or it could be the crowbar embedded in his skull. I'd say it's about 50-50.
Erica:
Now, who's the bitch?
[
first lines]
Erica:
I'm Erica Bain. And as you know I walk the city. I bitch and moan about it. I walk and watch and listen, a witness to all the beauty and ugliness that is disappearing from our beloved city. Last week took me to the gray depths of the East River where Dmitry Panchenko swims his morning laps, like he has every morning since the 1960s. And today I walked outside the acres of scaffolding outside what used to be the Plaza Hotel. And I thought about Eloise. Remember Kate Thompson's Eloise? Eloise who lived in the Plaza Hotel with her dog Wennie, her parents who were always away, and her English nanny who had eight hair pins made out of bones. That Eloise. The adored brat of my childhood.
[
blurs into other ramblings]
Erica:
I always believed that fear belonged to other people. Weaker people. It never touched me. And then it did. And when it touches you, you know... that it's been there all along. Waiting beneath the surfaces of everything you loved.
Erica:
I'll be the last super-cunt you'll ever see.
Detective Vitale:
Woman kill the kids, the boyfriend, the husband. Shit they love.
Erica:
Do you remember what she looked like?
Pawn Shop Guy:
She had two eyes, a mouth and a nose right in the middle of her face. Now please, get the fuck out.
Detective Mercer:
Who did you see?
Chloe:
I saw Nobody
[
pause]
Chloe:
and Nobody saw me.
Sketch Artist:
Think about that first moment that you met her. Alright? Where you were, where she was. Tell me anything that comes to mind.
Ethan:
Uh huh... She had light hair... I think. And okay lips. And she was skinny. But she had some ass. You know, you could tell because...
[
pauses]
Ethan:
but, you're not doing the ass, right?
Sketch Artist:
No.
Ethan:
Okay. Urm... She had good skin. It was smooth. And nice breasts. Yeah, like they were little like Kate Moss' titties. But...
Sketch Artist:
[
interrupts] You just try to focus on the face.
Ethan:
I'm sorry.
[
pause]
Ethan:
Hey, you what I do remember.
Sketch Artist:
What?
Ethan:
She was like on lockdown.
Erica:
So there's nothing you can do about it?
Detective Mercer:
Nothing legal. No, wait... I didn't say that.
[
Erica rewinds the tape and records over it]
Detective Mercer:
Thank you.
Detective Vitale:
[
looking at the sketch artist's work] Great. It's Jennifer Aniston!
Sketch Artist:
It's actually quite common- the mind becomes so saturated with popular images that it becomes impossible- especially with people under twenty- to remember anything unique.
[
last lines]
Erica:
There is no going back, to that other person, that other place. This thing, this stranger, she is all you are now.
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