Air I Breathe, The (2007) Movie Script

I have always wondered when a butterfly
leaves the security of its cocoon...
does it realize how beautiful
it has become?
Or does it still sees itself
as a caterpillar?
When I was a kid, I knew the secret
of a happy life.
Play by the rules,
work hard in school.
And if you work hard in school,
your reward is... more school.
And after more school,
then you give 'em the best...
that life has to offer.
A job and money and a future...
filled with the unending
singular pursuit of more.
This is what people lived for...
...My happy life.
I envied those who never questioned it.
Me...
I need a way out.
The usual.
- Sure.
I have something that you might...
you might take a look at.
- Is there something the matter?
- No.
Your track record is perfect.
And with your uh...
stock market... luck...
We can... you could...
maybe you should invest some more.
Small amounts,
just keep it simple.
Just...
how do you do it?
Sometimes risking everything
is the only choice you have.
But you don't seem to take any...
any sort of chance.
I wasn't talking about me.
I'm sorry, you're right,
this is none of my business.
Please, don't concern
yourself piggy backing
underneath your stocks,
I would never do that.
I'm not worried. I know for a fact
that you'd never do that.
So where does change come from...
and how do we recognize it when it happens?
She's whining about it.
Saying, "Please it hurts."
I owe you one.
Hi.
Hey... how's my cousin?
We're on for tonight, so listen up.
Alright... this is place is the real fuckin' deal,
backrooms and everything,
so do not fuck around, we go in...
we make our bets,
we collect and get the fuck out.
The fix is in,
we have the winning horse's name.
And get this, shitheads.
The odds are eight to fuckin' one.
Yeah, a sure thing.
We meet downstairs at seven.
And keep your mouths fuckin' shut.
Especially you, motherfucker.
Don't worry, we're cool.
Hey, the winning horse, what's his name?
Now get this...
Butterfly.
You want somethin'?
I want to put some money down on Butterfly...
for the next race.
Can I use this?
- Sure.
How much?
Ten... ten... thousand... dollars, please.
Wait... twenty.
How... how about uh... fifty?
You got that much scratch?
Because if you don't, you can always
borrow some from the house.
I have to see your driver's license.
Hey, Louey...
Ok, fifty G's on Butterfly.
The horses are in the gate.
And they're off. Yellow has the lead.
Alpha and Santana right behind him,
followed by Shooting Star, Perpetrator,
Butterfly and Silking Accrow.
On the inside Alpha is making a move.
He's neck-in-neck with Yellow.
Wait, here comes Butterfly.
In a surprise dash.
He passes Alpha, passes Yellow.
Butterfly takes the lead.
They go into the curve, it's Butterfly
followed by Alpha and Yellow.
My God, he's down.
Butterfly goes down, and Alpha too.
What a terrible accident.
And Yellow is at the finish.
Yellow wins.
How'd you find this place?
How'd you... I'm talking to you.
It's a simple fucking question.
You work for the cops?
- No.
I just trying to gamble,
that's all.
You wanted to gamble?
Nobody comes to this place because
they feel like a little gambling.
I'm sorry, I didn't want to run.
I wanted...
You bet on Butterfly.
- Yes, I did.
You knew about the fix.
- No, I...
No lying. How?
Come on, you knew.
How'd you know about the fix?
I overheard my co-workers talking, and...
I love butterflies.
You love what?
- Butterflies.
I love butterflies.
He likes butterflies,
the horse's name is Butterfly, so...
He comes here and he bets on a fix.
Do you know why they call me 'Fingers'?
- No.
Mr. Potts knows why they call me Fingers.
Because two weeks ago he also came by
because he also liked... liked gambling.
You're right, I was gonna get the money
from my sister. I was gonna go pick...
He lost, and instead of paying me
what he owes me...
what does he do?
He tries to run.
- I didn't try to run.
I swear to God!
What is it with you guys?
You come here, you make a
stupid mistake and now what?
Now I gotta be the bad guy,
is that it? Is that my job? Huh?
I wanted to go to the fuckin' opera,
I gotta come here and be a bad guy!
Do you think I enjoy this?
- I don't know.
Well, I don't enjoy it.
It's guys like you...
And you, Mr. Potts...
You just leave me no choice.
You do have a choice!
My sister has the money!
You have two weeks
to get me the money.
Each day you're late,
I cut off a finger.
You goin' somewhere?
No.
Why are you packing?
No, I'm not.
- Sit down.
You work for Fingers, don't you?
You have a nice home, good job
that you're good at,
and you just threw it all away. Why?
Please, I don't know.
- Why'd you do this?
I don't know. I was stupid,
I wasn't thinking.
Why'd you do this?
Why did you do this?
- I don't know.
Yes, you do.
- No, I don't.
You do!
- I don't.
Tell me!
Take it.
Go on.
That's all I can do for you.
What should I do with this?
I don't know anymore.
Sometimes, being totally fucked can be
a liberating experience.
Today, I see things in a new light.
I see the money move
through this place like it does every day.
I see the cameras that
will monitor my every move.
I see the panic button the tellers
will push to alert the police.
And when that button is pushed,
I know that
the police will arrive
no earlier than four minutes,
which is plenty of time assuming I've
already planned my escape route,
which I have.
And finally, I see a strapped bag with
lead-lined pouches filled with money.
No one else will see it,
but I'll know it's there.
Everybody... freeze...
freeze.
Everybody freeze!
Dude, that was crazy.
Are you OK?
This is the police.
You are surrounded.
Do not attempt to run
or make any sudden move.
Drop your weapon,
hands on your head.
Walk forward to the south end of the roof.
Lay the gun down.
This is your last warning,
drop your weapon or you will be fired upon.
Sir, can you tell me what
happened here?
I don't know.
- Can you remember what happened to you?
I don't know.
You tell me.
As far back as I could remember,
I've never lost a fight.
Come on. Race.
- I can't do it anymore.
I didn't fight well because
I was big or fast or mean,
but mostly because I could see the future.
The problem with seeing the future is that
it only comes in bits and pieces,
like a reflection in a broken mirror.
After a while though,
it was like playing a video game in your head.
Do it enough times
and you know all the moves.
Look out!
And no matter what the future has written...
I can't change that.
Markie! Markie! Markie! Markie!
And sometimes the things you can't change...
they end up changing you.
Fingers, he listens to you.
Talk to him, please.
I've seen what happens to you.
Nothing can change that.
It's done.
- Good. I want you to pick up someone
at the airport.
- I know.
See, my Dad's got business locked tight back home.
But you know, I wanna see the world.
You know, my uncle Fingers, he's all about family;
sharing the wealth, you know.
You know how he got that nickname 'Fingers'?
Because people do whatever he wants.
... all he has to do is
just snap his fingers, man.
That's a great fucking nickname, man.
Just fucking snap his fucking fingers, shit yeah.
You know, seeing my
uncle is cool and all
but I'll tell you I came here
for one thing and one thing only.
Pussy.
You know what the fuck I'm saying?
I'm gonna fuck tonight.
I heard my favorite uncle was here, huh.
Huh!
How you doin'?
- How are you, Tony? Good to see you.
That's the boss's nephew.
Nigga, what! This fucking thing's huge.
What's he like?
- Articulate.
My men taking good care of you?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, we've been chatting
up a bit. Checkin' this town out.
A young man's gotta change his oil.
Listen to me...
Your daddy wants me to pop your cherry,
show you the ropes.
Now there's gonna be plenty of time
for dick waving but we need to make time for...
Business
- Exactly.
No jokin' around, okay.
You wanna take Tony out on your rounds tonight,
show him the city, what we do?
Start his education.
Keep you company.
Of course.
- Alright then.
Keep your ass out of trouble.
Remember the last time?
No Andrea, I swear, I promise.
- It's funny now. Alright?
Okay, go, get outta here.
Go outside, I got some business to discuss.
I'll see you later.
He's a fucking mess.
Just try to keep him outta trouble.
May be he'll learn a thing or two.
But now it's time for business.
Listen to this.
What do you think?
- It's fine.
Excuse me? It's fine? It's fucking great!
What are you talking about?
I don't know a lot of music.
A client of mine who paid his debt to me
part of the deal was
her management contract.
This is her first CD. The sale,
through the roof. Very promising.
I'm sorry, I still don't follow you.
How long have we been doing this?
Too long. I'm tired of chasing money.
I'm tired of teaching lessons to
lowlifes who won't pay.
I've always hoped for more.
For both of us.
This girl is our way up.
I'm sure she's gonna be pissed off
when she finds out I'm her new manager, but
I'll take care of that.
You just keep an eye on her.
What is it? What do you see?
Nothing.
You see something.
- I don't see anything.
What do you mean?
She has no future?
Oh, she has a future.
I just can't see it.
Don't talk much, do ya?
Too busy thinking about the future, I bet.
Yeah, my uncle fucking told me.
He said you can see the future and shit.
He says the fucking money, casinos,
stock market. He said you know it all.
Do you know what it reminds me of?
You ever seen that movie, Krull?
Alright, there's this fucking cyclops in it.
And the way that he got that way was
that he traded one of his eyes to see the future.
Okay, long story fucking crazy short
the evil warlord tricked that fucker.
And the only future that he could see
was his own death.
Man, that shit would suck.
So, what's the plan tonight, my man?
We gonna get some fucking drinks first or is just
straight to the pussies.
- Tonight we work.
He's not here.
Come back next week.
He's in the hospital.
Getting a mole removed.
Come back next week.
How do you like that, huh?
Bet you don't.
I told you, next week.
No, no, no, no, no!
You pay up now, old bag.
Otherwise we gonna fuck
some more shit up, huh!
Dude.
Why didn't you help me out when
I was getting fucked by Moby Dick in there, huh!
What do you think, you wanna go back
stomp that bitch, man?
Coz I'm a fucking savage.
Know what I'm saying?
Look at this fucking hat.
Look at this shit, man.
I don't have it.
You bleeding?
- I don't know.
Get up.
I'm gonna cut you a break.
I'm coming back next week
I need you to get that money.
Or make sure Fingers gets it.
Because if he doesn't,
he's gonna get one of these.
You don't want to.
I see you next week,
I'm sorry about the missus.
Let's go.
Man, I never seen anything like that.
Fucking cold merciless shit back there.
I mean you knew that crazy bitch was coming.
What's it like? What do you see?
You enjoy this shit, man?
Fucking people up like that?
Sometimes it's part of the job.
- Yeah, but do you enjoy it?
You know what I think? I think you do, man.
I think you love it.
Yeah, you do. Coz otherwise you'd just predict
the lottery and get the fuck out of here, right?
I can't.
What do you mean you can't?
Man does anything he wants.
Can't do that because I haven't been shown.
The moment I see it,
then I move on.
So you could like
fuck any girl and know you ain't
getting the clap for sure, sure. Huh!
I mean safe sex is a beautiful thing.
So I've heard.
Dude, this is just what my dream house looks like.
I want a place just like this, chicks
music and chicks fucking each other,
while some midget chick sucks my balls.
Why didn't we come here first?
Lotta ass for an old guy.
Hello, boys.
It's a pleasure to see you.
As always.
This is Tony, Finger's nephew.
- Hi, how you doing?
I love you uncle, he is such a sweet man.
Have you had something to drink?
No, I'm actually on a bit of a schedule but
you got a room?
- No time to stay.
You always say that but I know
it's not true.
Whatever you want, just ask.
Follow us.
- Hey, baby, baby! Please Tony is not that easy.
Let's get you all naked.
Where's the fucking room?
That old man there...
- He and his men are regulars.
They don't even bring their guns.
He has a gun?
- Just him, no one else.
You pay for Fingers' protection.
It's worth every penny.
You know you're always welcome
to stay.
I don't entertain any more.
Unless I choose to.
Can you do me a favor?
- Anything.
Tell Tony that I'll be back after my rounds.
Of course.
When you can see the future
you think you're capable of changing it.
But you're just a witness to coming moments...
unable to help, even if you wanted to.
And may be, you don't.
Sometimes you think you're
supposed to learn something
about patience or distance.
But in the end, it's all
about discipline.
Seeing things you don't always want to.
And just moving on.
After a while, things become easier.
Routine keeps your mind from wandering.
You begin to accept things as they are.
Every man has his destiny.
You can't escape that,
even if you can see it coming.
Where you going, baby?
Hey, come on baby.
Get the fuck out.
You're in the wrong room.
Don't fucking touch me.
Come on, baby. C'mon, you don't wanna do that
- Don't tell me what to do.
We were having a very nice time.
So go away.
Take it easy.
Drop the fucking gun!
No, man. You got it all wrong.
The gun went off by itself.
It's not my fucking fault.
The fucking gun just went off.
Then there is nothing to worry about.
- Don't fucking come any fucking closer.
I'll fucking use this, man.
Get the fuck back, man.
You wanna shoot us all?
I've done nothing.
What are we doing man? We have the gun.
- No, no killing today.
What the fuck you waiting for, huh?
It's the wildest effort when you know
what's going to happen.
Will watching a person's fate
give it purpose?
Or is it just the muted feeling of
watching a movie when you know how it ends?
And then something happens
that I will never forget.
I'm wrong.
For the first time ever,
fate takes a detour.
And I glimpse something
strange and new.
A future where anything can happen.
It's a beautiful thing.
And the feeling it gives me
is as close as I've ever felt...
to pleasure.
Sir, can you tell me what
happened to you?
I don't know.
You tell me.
There's my boy.
I appreciate what you did for Tony.
How come you didn't see it coming?
Don't worry about it.
Just get better.
We need you back.
I need you back.
The guys that did this to you,
I'm gonna take care of it.
Nobody treats my boy this way.
Nobody.
Chaos, mayhem, panic in the streets.
My work here is done.
Thanks.
Don't worry.
Pussies still gonna line up for you.
Chicks love scars.
Like a road map for the soul,
you know.
It's a new day and
I have no idea what to expect.
I can change someone's life if I feel like it.
Make it worse.
Or better.
It's up to me.
A girl with a future I can't see
enters my life
on the same day my vision's
failed me for the first time.
There are some people that
believe in coincidences.
I'm not one of them.
This has gotta get old, huh.
Every ten minutes you got another guy like me
asking you the same three questions.
It's part of my job.
Well, I promise that I will try
to make it interesting, okay?
I'm all about asking questions
that no one else asks.
No one?
- No one. You gotta trust me, okay?
You're sweet.
- Forty seconds.
- Gotcha.
Frank's here.
- Where?
What does he want?
- He needs to change your
schedule, some kind of a meeting.
So, Trista, thank you for
sitting down with me today.
For you, anything.
So, your debut album. It hurls you
as this fantastic new talent.
Is there pressure?
To try to live up to the hype.
It's not hype.
I'm not just a pretty face.
I have something to say, and I am just
so excited that my fans want to hear it.
Okay, but what is it about you that sets you apart
from all the other acts that out there today?
I think it's my musical influences.
You know if you go back...
Okay, what I mean, you're young,
you're pretty, you sing, you dance
why should we care?
I mean, what is it about you
that's so special?
What makes me special?
- Yeah.
Nothing.
- Nothing?
You mean, like, what makes me
better than everyone else?
No, not better, just...
deserving.
Deserving?
How about that?
- What's he doing?
She's okay. She's doing fine.
Almost no one has it.
That's my gift from God.
Well, that and I sing and dance
well enough to have millions of fans.
It's more like hundreds of thousands, right?
Whatever. Doesn't make a difference.
I have fans that
chant my name wherever I go.
Come on, Trista. They're not even
chanting your real name.
Right?
- What?
I mean, can't you at least tell us
your real name?
I'll never tell.
- How about my name?
We've met like this now three times,
three different interviews, you say
you'll do anything for me.
What is my name?
We're done.
Take it easy, what's the problem?
What'd I do?
That son of a bitch is gonna be wiping asses
for a living by the time I'm through with him.
Just take me home.
- We can't leave yet. We have a meeting.
Are you kidding me?
Don't worry. It's right on stage ten.
It'll be fast.
Okay now, flash poppa Fingers
those beautiful blue eyes.
Randall's got nothing on you, kid.
Fingers, what do you think?
Living the dream, huh?
You ruined my shot, Frank.
It's a pleasure meeting you.
Fingers, it's cute. I guess
I'm supposed to ask why they call you that?
I guess it's because when I talk
I use my hands a lot.
You're Trista, right?
- Yeah.
Now that we're friends,
let's get down to business.
Sure.
Trista, things are going great,
singles getting play,
the albums starting to sell.
The video is getting a lot of air time
but there's a big difference
between having a video on MTV
and being an artist who headlines arenas.
What Frank is trying to say is that
you need someone who can
take you to the next level.
Someone who's gonna open doors.
Someone who's strong.
You're quitting.
- No, I'm not quitting.
I'm stepping aside. A person of
his influence can make you a superstar.
He asks for things and people give them.
Gladly.
So excited to be working with you.
I'm completely committed to your success.
And all I ask is you commit to me.
That's our deal, that's our promise
that we make to each other.
Anybody gets in our way
I'll take care of it.
- I don't fucking believe this.
Get me a car.
- Trista, baby.
- Screw you, Frank.
That didn't go so well.
- It went fine.
Tomorrow we get to go shopping
for our new manager.
Trista, there are contracts.
- Fuck contracts.
I think I should go.
Can you stay with her?
Be back tomorrow.
I'm tired.
- Yeah.
Do you love me, Danny?
- Of course I do.
I love you too.
Leave the light on, Danny.
I don't like the dark.
My little girl's not nervous, is she?
Don't worry. After school I'll be
right here waiting for you, okay?
Your friends are not gonna help you.
Nobody's gonna help you.
Nobody but me.
Your manager has drained all
your accounts, tried to pay me back.
nd that little piece of paper that owns you
is the only thing that was keeping his ass alive.
Now, what does that mean?
It means that you have nothing.
And you are nothing, unless I say you are.
And you are going on the road
and you are staying
on the road until I see profit.
And if I ever have to come back here again
we're gonna have a totally different conversation.
You understand me?
Cheers.
Don't you think you've had enough?
No, I don't think it's nearly enough.
Can't be as bad as you think.
You must get tired of not knowing
what the fuck you're talking about.
Where were you anyway,
when Frank was fucking me over?
Were you in on it?
Did you help him?
No, of course not.
I'm your friend.
I can't remember
how much does being
my friend pay again?
Alison, wait.
Hey, who's paying for the drinks?
- I didn't mean it, come on.
Alison. Wait, goddammit! Come on!
Are you Trista?
- What?
Are you Trista?
- No.
Yes, you are.
- No.
Hey can I have an autograph?
- Sure.
To Jake 'the hotty.'
- Sure.
Trista, my sister loves you.
- I love your sister.
You were great in your last...
- Thank you.
That fuckin' hurts.
- How about a picture?
Get a picture.
So I can leave?
- Of course.
What are you going to do?
Where you gonna go?
Show's coming up.
Fingers owns you now.
He'll work you until you're used up.
Then throw you away,
that's just what he does.
What're you suggesting I do?
If Fingers knows that you've run,
then he'll hunt you down.
The one place that he won't look
is right here.
I could get some money together and
you could get far enough away and
not even Fingers could touch you.
Why are you helping me?
I don't know.
I just want to.
For as long as I can remember
I've never let myself
want anything.
Stay away from windows, and
help yourself to anything
in the kitchen.
Otherwise, don't touch anything.
You okay?
- Yeah.
I'm fine, it's just work.
What'd you do today?
I looked for you.
I like what you've done with the place.
Figured if I was gonna be here for a while.
Who's that, in the picture with you?
It's Markie.
Were you guys close?
- Yeah.
We were, he's uh...
He died.
What happened?
I saw it coming, and...
I couldn't do anything to stop it.
I know how that feels.
Makes you feel like you
never wanna feel anything
ever again.
Just what I need, more scars.
Did you know that scars are
the road map to the soul?
It's been a couple weeks, I was thinking
that may be we could take a trip?
Tomorrow?
So, we're leaving?
- Yeah.
What's in your hand?
- Nothing.
Something I think I saw.
It's not what you think.
- What're you up to?
Don't worry about it.
It's for a friend.
Who is this?
You piece of shit.
Three weeks you've been looking
for this tart. Three weeks.
Asking around, busting heads,
you by my side
and all this time
she was sitting right here with you.
You'd think when that scumbag Frank begged for death
you would've shown some mercy on the
poor bastard and told me the truth.
But no, you just stood there and watched.
You are a cold piece of work, my friend.
A cold piece of fucking work.
What's this? You put some aside,
take your little lady on vacation?
Is that yours?
I don't think so.
Leave me alone.
What's the matter with you?
Back in the day you would've saw this coming.
You're losing your touch.
You say something to me?
Trying to say something to me?
You put me in this situation.
You think I'm a bad man?
I'm talking to you.
I'm not a bad man.
I want what everybody wants.
I tried to give you everything.
And what happened? What'd you do with it?
That wasn't enough for you.
It wasn't enough, you wanted more.
You have all the love in the world,
But that's not enough for you.
So you took my friend, and you
turned him against me. And then what?
You're a selfish little shit.
I guess
you don't know what you've got
till it's gone.
Tell me...
Tell you what?
Your real name.
This gate's closed, you gotta go around the front.
- You gotta let me in.
You don't understand.
I'm a doctor.
You gotta go around the front.
- Someone's gonna die.
I gotta see Trista.
Come on man, I'm a doctor.
She is gonna fucking die and
it's gonna be your fault.
Everyone has a purpose.
Sometimes a person lives their entire life
without knowing what theirs is.
Not me. I knew when I was 10.
My purpose is to love the right person
wholly and completely.
When I was ten, that person
was Heidi Fontell.
But when Heidi's father moved
her family away
I was sure I would love again
and soon.
I was wrong.
I met Gina in med school.
We were best friends.
My roommate Henry said she was the kind of girl
you waited to marry.
But, I waited too long.
She married Henry, right outta college.
And I was best man.
And all these years later,
I guess I still am.
So, where were we?
Henry was trying to make a point.
About you joining him in plastics?
- What else?
Bob is rich.
That's not right.
And Derrick. Derrick barely graduated.
And Derrick is rich as shit.
It's not all about money.
Hey, you put in the time, you do the work.
You oughta be compensated.
I'm doing fine.
- A lot of folks are doing fine.
She's doing fine. Oh, that's right.
She's the waitress.
Everyone else I know? Rich as shit.
- I'm not.
But you're doing genius research which
one day will lead to an amazing discovery.
- May be
And that will lead to patents, and then
we're talking stupid rich.
There is nothing wrong with her trying
to make people's lives better.
No, it's fantastic. I love her for it.
I make people's lives better.
I do. Come on! Okay, I admit it.
The boob jobs and the botox,
that's what pays for my amazing car.
Okay, but consider this. A girl is born
with a nose that could kill on sight.
There's no prom date for this girl.
No shy first kiss.
She gets in an accident,
sure you patch her up fine.
But eventually this girl's gonna
write a goodbye letter to her cat
and throw herself off a rooftop.
The same girl, she comes to me,
I do a little of my magic and, my friend,
that letter never gets written.
I have saved a life.
I saved a life today.
May be I did, too
We'll never know.
But either way, I'm going to sleep
tonight in one big motherfucking house.
I gotta pee.
My husband.
- Your husband.
So, how are the snakes?
- They're great.
The hours are killing me, though.
- You feeling alright?
Exhausted. Been fighting a cold, too.
- You should come see me tomorrow.
I don't wanna bother you.
- That's impossible.
You know that, right?
Take care.
Think about what I said.
You this way?
- No, I'm actually parked out back.
You gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I'm used to this.
Love you.
- Love you too.
Bring me the file.
You're gonna cure hemophilia, little guy.
This isn't a rattler.
May be you wanna break out the gear?
Don't worry.
What have we got?
- Snake bite.
They sent us the wrong anti-venom.
She needs a transfusion now.
Gina, can you hear me?
Come on wake up now. What?
What did she say?
- I'm not sure.
Something about her blood. Get her blood type.
Tell me about this snake.
- You don't understand.
It's already in her heart.
She needs a transfusion.
Get me that blood type now.
- She's got twenty-four hours.
Doctor, I have her blood type.
What the hell is this?
- The lab said it's extremely rare.
Do we have any of this in stock?
- I have never even seen it come through here.
Alright, check again.
Just do it.
Henry, did Gina keep any of her own blood in storage?
Listen, she's been bitten.
Hello, can you check again please, it's
very rare. Next week is too late. Thailand?
We don't have it doctor,
I checked the computer files.
We don't have her blood type. Doctor!
What are you doing?
Wait, you don't understand.
You gotta let me go.
You don't understand, she's gonna die.
I'm fine. Just let me go.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
I'm here live inside Palm Hill studios
where Trista has begun production
on her second music video.
Now, we're not allowed to take you
inside the actual shooting,
but while we're waiting, why don't we take
another look at a clip from a recent interview,
that had everybody wondering,
pop superstar or pop meltdown.
What makes me special?
- Yeah.
Nothing.
- Nothing?
You mean, like, what makes
me better than everyone else?
No.
not better, just, uh, deserving.
- Deserving?
I have a really rare blood type.
How about that?
A blood type?
- Yeah, it's called KPAB.
Almost nobody has that.
That's my gift from God.
Okay, I talked to the director. I told him no
more than two full run-throughs of this song.
Are you okay?
Do you need some air?
I think you need some air.
Can everyone please
back off, she needs air.
I mean it. Back off.
Put this on.
- What's going on?
Your plane ticket and passport are
in the pocket.
This gate's closed, you gotta go around the front.
- You gotta let me in.
Wait.
Don't call anyone.
Just lay low for a little while, give me some
time I'll make sure that someone gets to you.
I'm a doctor.
She is gonna fucking die and
it's gonna be your fault.
She's gonna fucking die.
Trista, wait.
- No.
I pushed back your concert dates
and canceled your video shoot.
And I'm not mad at you,
even though I know
you tried to leave,
I'm not mad at you.
When were you gonna tell me?
Tell you what?
- About the baby.
I'm pregnant?
- Three weeks.
You didn't know?
It's gonna be okay.
I know what you're trying to do.
You want the whole world to love you.
That's a dangerous fucking life.
And you can't do it alone. But I'm gonna
take care of you, I'm gonna make that happen.
All your dreams will come true.
And to put that aside would mean
that he died for no reason.
It would mean you killed
him for no reason.
No, we have a deal.
He got in the way. And I did my part.
Now it's time for you to do your part.
We both lost someone special.
Now it's time to move on.
I hate you.
Until the day I die, I will hate you.
You can't keep the baby.
- What?
You got concert dates and TV appearances,
you can't keep the baby.
It's my baby.
- No one gets in the way. No one!
You got a concert date in two weeks,
gives us plenty of time to take care of this.
I'm gonna make the arrangements.
Wait.
You're gonna have to reach for me.
I need you.
You saved a life today.
- You too.
It's funny...
It's the only thing that matters,
all the rest of it...
I'm glad your baby's okay.
Me too.
Thanks for the car.
- Sure
I'll get it back to you as soon as I can
- Whenever.
You okay?
Yeah, I will be.
It's hard, starting over.
You'll be fine.
So will you.
Thank you.
I'm sorry sir, but you can't go in there.
Sir, you're not allowed.
That was crazy.
Are you okay?
Typed out word for word by: Aysha Nazir
Edited further by LeapinLar