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Magnificent, aren't they?
God's tears.
Yeah.
It's beautiful.
So are the others.|I, u*h...
I gu*ess I ju*st...|have to make the right decision.
In the end, it's not you*r eye|that mu*st decide.
Yeah.
Did Rebecca call?
Yeah. She'll be at the restau*rant|in an hou*r to take you* to the airport.
I pu*t you*r tickets, passport, and|you*r new cell phone in you*r briefcase
and Hong will be there|in ten minu*tes.
Thanks. See you* in fou*r days.
The second you* land,
those gu*ys are gonna start poking|and prodding to see what you*'re made of.
Are you* su*re I'm the right gu*y|for this, Walter?
I'm no good at this corporate stu*ff,|I hate flying--
and isn't this Bob's thing, anyway?
Bob? Come on, you*'re gonna be fine.
Ju*st don't eat anything|that wears a collar,
and if you* need me, I'll be on the beach|in Cozu*mel screening my calls.
Look...this is a big break for you*.
Bu*t I'm giving you* this accou*nt becau*se|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!|- Lu*ke! 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 you*r friend?|You* cou*ld've called me.
I know. I ju*st--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 seriou*s.|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, sou*nds good--shu*t u*p!
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 assu*res you*|that when you* get to China,
you*'ll be met with mu*ch enthu*siasm|and su*pport.
Thank you* very mu*ch.
Some champagne, please.|Excu*se me.
Excu*se you*.
Matthew is a, u*h, photographer.|Beau*tifu*lly, wonderfu*lly 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. Ju*st take one of these||to help you* sleep on the plane.
Mr. Hong wou*ld like|to propose a toast.
Oh, yes.
To a long and prosperou*s marriage...
of ou*r two companies.
Are you* okay?
Yeah.
Um, excu*se me.||I'm gonna go make a phone call.
I'll be right back.
Excu*se me,||can I have the check, please.
Ju*st a minu*te!
Sorry.
No, you* listen!|And I don't feel like calming down.
It's over, okay?|That's why I wanted to meet.
No, actu*ally 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 pu*t that|on this card, please?
Oh! This stu*pid...
Need some help there, Mare?
- What's u*p?|- It's so fru*strating.
I ju*st can't work ou*t|why there's no sou*nd.
I ju*st...
Matthew? Hello?
Anybody home?
I'll take this one, if you* want.
Knock you*rself ou*t, 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, gu*ys.|- Hey, Lisa.
See you* inside.
Hey.
Hey.
- Probably time to go, right?|- Yes.
Okay.
Pr*e-boar*ding call|for* flight 752 to Munich.
All passenger*s should boar*d|at this time at gate 5-A
I gu*ess, u*h, this is it.
Are you* su*re 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 boar*ding call|for* Amer*ican Air*lines flight 153
service to Shanghai.
All passenger*s should now|be boar*ding 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 cou*ple of days.
Lisa?
All right.
Hello?
Lisa?
Her*e. sweetie. Just take one of these|to help you sleep on the plane.
That line--what it does to you*r 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* wou*ldn'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 ju*st...
She ju*st makes me all...
What is "wha" and "du*h"? She ju*st|makes you* more inarticu*late than u*su*al.
You* are obsessed,||which I don't u*nderstand.
I mean, I don't know how||you* decide on ju*st one.
I mean, my cu*stomer over there--|she's got great legs. Ellie.
All right? There is|something hot abou*t 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.
Cou*ld 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 ju*st 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, obviou*sly.
8 1/2.
Shit.
What was that?
Fellini! What the hell|was I thinking?
I have no idea.
Bu*t you* were right abou*t one thing.|God, she's beau*tifu*l.
And you*, my man,|are an idiot.
All right, look.|Here's the thing, all right?
You*'ve obviou*sly blown it,|she obviou*sly hates you*,
so you* stay right here|and let the man take a shot.
- Shu*t u*p. Give me the shoes.|- All right. Go.
Ju*st remember--|you*'re not fu*nny.
Here we go.|Black and red.
What do you* think?
They're too big.
Too big? Really?
Lu*ke, these are 9 1/2s.
I'm sorry.|That's the smallest size we have.
Oh, well. Too bad.
Not--you* know...|not necessarily.
We can order these for you*.
Special order. And, u*h--|I can, u*h, if you* leave you*r nu*mber,
I can give you* a call personally|when they come in.
Do you* normally spy on people?
What?
Are you* really gonna tell me that|you*'re a hu*ge fan of modern dance?
Look, I've never done||anything like that before.
Honestly--cou*ld you* let me take you* ou*t|for a cu*p of coffee and explain?
I don't think so.
I'll stay on my side of the table.|I promise.
Ju*st call me|when the shoes come in, okay?
Listen, I'm not||what you* think I am, okay?
Shit.
"Tomor*r*ow night. 6:00.|Café Tangier*s on Kinzie.
Now you won't have to follow me. "
Well, my parents eventu*ally split u*p,|and my mom moved back to Pragu*e.
Bu*t my dad's still here.|He lives in California.
I wish I was in California right now.
So, why did you* want|to become a photographer?
Fish.
Fish.
Tropical fish, actually.
When I was a kid, I u*sed to go|to the library and pick ou*t all the books...
...with tropical fish, you* know.
Beautiful colors and shapes.
When I was eight years old, I realized|someone had to take pictu*res of the fish.
And I wanted that to be me.
Bu*t I grew u*p and I realized that...
things don't have to be extraordinary|to be beau*tifu*l.
The ordinary|cou*ld be ju*st as beau*tifu*l.
Like what?
Well...
Like--you* see the cou*ple there?
Look at the way the girl|is holding on to him so tight.
But he can still drink his coffee.
It looks like she feels safe|wrapped arou*nd him.
And if you* believe that,|I'll tell you* another one.
Take my pictu*re.
I feel beau*tifu*l tonight.
Bye.
Bye.
Okay.
- Hi.|- Hi.
Ma'am?
I have you*r dry cleaning.
Shit.
Hey, you*'re not in China.
I didn't make it past O'Hare.
- What happened?|- I fou*nd Lisa.
Whoa.
Here it is.
This is the article she left behind.
The fu*neral's today.
I can't believe you*'re|blowing off Shanghai for this.
This isn't actu*ally Lisa.|This is a compact.
What abou*t you*r woman?|What's her name, anyway?
Rebecca.
Yeah, I mean, isn't--||Matt. Matt!
Shit.
Is it broke?
You* su*perstitiou*s?
God, I am so stu*pid.|Here, give it to me--
- No, no. It's okay.|- I'm sorry.
You*'re right.|This doesn't make any sense.
One minu*te I'm looking at rings,|and the next I'm here, doing this.
Whoa.|Whoa, looking at rings?
I didn't realize you* were that seriou*s.
Apparently, I'm not.
See, that's how the u*niverse works.
The minu*te you* make a decision--|you* decide on anything--
along comes temptation.
What wou*ld you* do?
Keep them both and hope they didn't find|ou*t abou*t each other is what I wou*ld do.
That's perfect.|Asshole.
I have to find ou*t why she left.
She got scared.|Everyone gets scared.
No, not Lisa. She wou*ldn't have left||withou*t an explanation.
Withou*t some sort of letter|or a call or something.
She's not like that.
Something mu*st've happened,|and whatever it was--
Screwed you* u*p big time.
I know she loved me.
So let me borrow|you*r keys, okay?
Why?
The fu*neral's today.|It's the only lead I've got.
Oh...my car.
- Come on.|- Okay. I know. I'm sorry.
You* ju*st have to be back by 7:00.
I will. Thank you*.
I've got a date.
You* got a date?
Yeah, I got a date.
With who?
This actress that came into my shop|a cou*ple weeks ago, and, u*h...
God, I like her a lot,||so please do not be late with my car.
I won't be. 6:00.|I'll be back by 6:00, okay?
"Lisa. I've been tr*ying to find you.
I have your* powder* case.|Call me at--"
Excuse me?
What can I do for you*?
I fou*nd a hotel key|in the back yesterday.
A woman left it.|I don't know if you* saw her.
She fell right over there.|Broke her heel.
Yesterday?|Yeah, that's right. I remember.
You* wanted to leave|the keys with me?
No. Actu*ally, l, u*h...
cou*ld you* give her this note|if she comes back in here?
- No problem.|- Thanks a lot.
Su*re.
Lisa!
Lisa!
"Lisa. I r*etur*ned your* key|as you asked.
"You must let me see you|if only for* one last time.
"Call me.|My heart can't stand it.
All my love. Daniel. "
Shit.
- Ass.|- I'm so sorry.
- Hey, I cou*ld explain.|- You* are an asshole.
Do me a favor--|don't ask me for any more favors.
Come on.|Lu*ke...
I found her. I think I found her.|I found her apartment, anyway.
I'm really happy for you*, Matty.
I left a note u*nder her door|to meet me at the park tomorrow.
Gu*ess you* gu*ys|shou*ld have a picnic.
Jesu*s, man.||I said I was sorry.
My entire evening is screwed.
Look, I'm not really|that late, brother.
Alex doesn't wait for anyone. Tru*st me.|I've already left three messages.
Well, why didn't you* take a cab?
'Cau*se I was waiting for you*.|I was waiting for my car.
Lu*ke, it's not that late.||You* can still drive over there.
Go over there? And do what?|Throw little pebbles u*p at her window?
She's gone. It's over.|Ju*st forget it.
Maybe not.
I hope, for ou*r friendship,|this is who I want it to be.
Want to see how cool I am?|Three rings.
Hello?
Hey, how's it goin'?
Oh, I'm so sorry.|Did you* get my messages?
No, I lent my car to my bu*ddy Matt,|and he was a little late coming home.
No, su*re. He's right here.|Hold on a sec.
She wants to talk to you*.
Fix it.|You* have to fix it.
Hello?
He's full of shit. isn't he?
Yeah, he's fu*ll of shit, all right.
Yeah. I knew it.
He didn't lend me his car. I took it.
I stole his keys.
That's good.
Why would you do that?
Because I'm a selfish idiot.
And I had this whole thing|going on that...
I don't wanna bore you* with it.
Please. I insist.
Okay.
Well, u*m...
I was looking for somebody.|A woman.
I wasn't thinking.
Got a little desperate.
Oh. I'm sor*r*y.
No.
I should be apologizing to you.
And I am apologizing to you*.|I'm very sorry that I ru*ined you*r evening.
Did you find her*?
I think so. Yeah.|I found where she lives.
Well. you should go back.|and you should look for* her*.
I think I will. Thanks.
You*'re boring now.|Give me the phone.
- Okay, Alex. I gotta go.|- Nice to talk to you.
Nice to talk to you*, too.|Bye-bye.
She's nice, man.
Thanks.
Hello?
Okay. Why don't I ju*st--|I'll pick you* u*p at the theater.
I think not so, my lord.
Dear lad, believe it,
for they shall yet belie thy happy years|to say thou* art a man.
Prosper well in this,
and thou* shalt live as freely as thy lord|to call his fortu*nes thine.
I'll do my best to woo you*r lady...
...and yet a barfu*l strife.
Whoe'er I woo,||myself wou*ld be his wife.
Alex, what's going on?
What do you* mean?
Well, I'm sitting in the au*dience|and I'm getting nothing.
I figu*red maybe I'm missing something,|so I come, I take a closer look.
Bu*t you* know what?|I'm still not bu*ying it.
What the hell's|the matter with you* today?
Look, the line, "Whoe'er I woo,||myself wou*ld be his wife"
defines you*r character.
You*'re in love with this gu*y,
and he is asking you*|to help him get another woman!
You*'re u*pset, you*'re confu*sed,|it's tearing you* u*p inside!
We've gotta see the love,|bu*t we've also gotta see the agony.
You* have been in love before,||haven't you*?
Yes. Su*re.
Oh, good. Well, please,|share a little something with u*s, hu*h?
God. you sound so close.|Can't believe you'r*e 7.000 miles away.
I know.|It's crazy, isn't it?
How's the weather*?
I don't know.|It's still dark out.
Isn't it. Iike.|10: 00 in the mor*ning ther*e?
I--you* know what?
I'm so zonked, I didn't||even open the blinds yet, and, u*h...
you* know what--it's actu*ally a really|nice day ou*t, now that I see it.
Ar*e you sur*e nothing's wr*ong?
No. I'm ju*st a little ou*t of it,|that's all.
Well. you better* get in it. because|today's meeting is ver*y important.
You'll be fine. honey.|I'll speak to you later*. okay?
I miss you.|Bye.
Bye.
"Lisa. I found your* powder* case.
"I have to see you.
"Meet me tomor*r*ow at 3 : 00.|our* usual spot.
Matt. "
Hello?
Lisa?
Fuck.
Lisa?
Jesu*s Christ!|I'm sorry. It's okay.
I'm calling the police!|Where's the phone?
No! Don't call the police!|I'm not gonna hu*rt you*.
- Get away from me!|- Okay! Okay! Calm down!
Calm down. It's okay.
I'm a friend of Lisa's.
A friend of Lisa's?
Yeah.
Is that supposed to be funny?
No. You* can ask her|when she comes, okay?
I'm Lisa.|I live here.
You*r name's Lisa?
Yeah.
And you* live here?
Yeah.
No...
- I'm calling the cops.|- No, wait. Don't.
Hey, you* see that letter there?
- You* wrote that?|- Yeah.
You* were at Bellu*cci's on Monday.
Yeah...I was.
And you* had a room at The Drake,|room 679?
Yeah.
How'd you* know that?
I can't believe I did this.
I'm going crazy. Here.
That's you*rs.
It's broken.
I'd be happy to pay for it.|You* know, my bad lu*ck.
Wait.
You*r hand.
It's bleeding.
It's all right.
I got this.
No, l...||I'll fix it. I'm a nu*rse.
Okay.
Thank you*.
You* know, at the restau*rant,
I wou*ld've bet anything|you* were this girl I u*sed to know.
Bu*t now seeing you* here, you* don't|really look that mu*ch like her at all.
Mu*st be hallu*cinating.
I was crazy abou*t her.
So, what abou*t the, u*h...||what's-his-name in the Cadillac?
- Daniel.|- Yeah. What's his story?
He's been stalking me.
He scares the hell out of me.
That's why I was staying in the hotel--|becau*se I didn't want him to find me.
I hope he didn't follow you here.
I don't think so. No.
How's you*r hand?
It's okay.
I wasn't even hu*ngry or anything.
Actu*ally, you* know what?
Thank you* for everything.
For the bandage...
...not calling the cops...
...not beating me to death|with the little bronze ballerina, or...
You*'re leaving?
Yeah.
I'm late, you* know.
Very late, actu*ally, for China, so...
China. That's fu*nny.
That's what my friend said, too.
Well, maybe you* shou*ld wait.
I can't. I mean...|I gotta go.
Do you* really think planes|are still taking off this late?
What are you* doing?
I'm scared.
Of him.
I haven't stayed alone here|since his wife died, and...
Wou*ld you* mind if you* stayed?
Lisa, you* don't even know me.|I broke into you*r apartment--
I know. I know. I know.
Bu*t--don't take this the wrong way,|bu*t I ju*st think you*'re a nice gu*y.
That's all.
Okay.
Good.
Where does a nice gu*y sleep?
A nice gu*y|sleeps on the cou*ch.
What are you* doing?
I'm watching you* sleep.
Lisa!
Hey, how are you*?
What are you* doing here?
I gotta talk to you*.
Now?
Yeah, it's kind of important.
Wanna go get a drink or something?|It's freezing ou*t here.
- Okay.|- Okay? Come on.
My friend gave my stu*ff|to this head of the agency, and...
he liked it.
So...
he offered me a job in New York.
That's great.
It'll help me pay my rent, but...
Bu*t what? Why not?
Move in with me.
I--I know it's only been|a cou*ple of months, bu*t I ju*st, u*m...
You*'re the reason|I don't wanna move to New York.
I wanna make my life|here with you*.
Look, I'm really late for rehearsal.|Can we talk abou*t this tomorrow?
Su*re.
Matthew, tru*st me, okay?
Ju*st meet me tomorrow|in the park. Same time.
Bye.
Have you* seen Lisa?
Lisa?
She's gone on a Eu*ropean tou*r|of Cabar*et.
It all happened real fast.
They came to ou*r rehearsal and|ju*st picked her ou*t, and she was gone.
Like...did she say anything|before she left?
Like what?
Like, u*h...
Cool. Thanks.
Okay.
- Hi.|- Hi.
You* want a cu*p of coffee?
Yeah, su*re. Thanks.
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White Palace
White Sheik The
White Sun Of The Desert 1970
White Valentine - 25fps - 1999
White Valentine 1999
Who Are You 2002 CD1
Who Are You 2002 CD2
Who Is Cletis Tout
Who framed Roger Rabbit (1988)
Whole Nine Yards The
Whole ten yards The
Whos Afraid of Virginia Woolf CD1
Whos Afraid of Virginia Woolf CD2
Whos Harry Crumb
Whos That Knocking at My Door
Whos Your Daddy
Wicked - 29,970fps 1998
Wicked 1998
Wicked 1998 29,970fps
Wicked City - 1973
Wicked City 1973
Wicker Park CD1
Wicker Park CD2
Wild Bunch The
Wild Bunch The - Restored Directors Cut
Wild One The
Wind Carpet The (Kamal Tabrizi 2003)
Wind Will Carry Us The CD1
Wind Will Carry Us The CD2
Wings of Desire CD1
Wings of Desire CD2
Wizard Of Darkness
Wizard of Oz The CD1
Wizard of Oz The CD2
Women from Mars
Women in Black The
World Is Not Enough The
Worst of Ed Wood Boxed Set The