NATASHA: Hello?
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Someone help me!
()
Who's in control
I got to know
Who's in control
me, me, me
Who's in control
I'm gonna explode
Can you bring it
back to me, me, me
Bring it back to me, me, me
Bring it back to me, me, me
NATASHA: Grief is
a strange thing.
There's no manual.
No one size fits all.
No memo to let you know how
it's gonna show up that day.
So we keep it tucked
away, hoping that today
might be the day it all
sucks a little less.
For some of us, mornings
are a well-crafted story,
a hopeful prelude to the day
full of routine and promise.
For others, they can feel
like a draining mindless slog
to make it out the door alive,
when staying under your sheets
feels like the far saner option.
But spoiler alert,
it doesn't really matter
what side you fall on.
There's no award
for coping faster
or more gracefully
than the next person.
It's about waking up
each day, messy or not,
and looking grief in the eye,
realizing the pain showed
up again and letting it.
Because you know what?
So did you.
()
Oh, hi. Do you know
where I could...
- Sir, have you seen...
- Chloe.
Louis.
Gosh, I haven't
seen you since...
- Graduation.
- Uh, yeah, exactly.
How you been?
Good, yeah. You?
I recently got promoted
to dispatch manager.
So, you know, k*lling it.
Focus on progress,
not perfection.
That's what my
grandma always said.
Mrs. A. That's right.
And she was the best
art teacher ever.
- I mean...
- Yeah, she was the best.
How... how's she doing?
Uh, actually, um, she...
she d*ed last Tuesday.
Oh my God, I'm so sorry.
Oh, well, that... that...
that's... that's rough.
- Do you still draw?
- Yeah, sometimes.
You know, old habits.
How about a tour?
Great.
LEWIS: So every junior
delivery dispatcher
starts off with two drivers.
It's up to you to ensure
that everything runs smoothly
when they're offsite.
That includes communicating
with customers,
coordinating delivery times
or providing them with intel.
Well, don't they have
devices for all of that?
Theoretically, yes.
But our CEO likes a little bit
more of a hands-on approach.
They want us to have as much
human-to-human
connection as possible.
Oh.
Oh, over here is
our loading zone.
Every package is scanned
before loadout every morning.
And every driver's
scanner is linked
to their dispatcher's computer,
so you'll be able to track
their location and progress
throughout the day.
You're basically a
glorified babysitter.
Chloe, Rita. Rita, Chloe.
Oh, welcome to the
family, sweetheart.
Anything you need,
you let me know.
- Thank you.
- Where's Theo?
Present.
Oh.
You must be the new dispatcher.
Chloe.
Nice to meet you.
You too.
(BUZZER RINGS)
LEWIS: What the?
First day nerves?
Uh, yeah, I guess so.
Well, uh, we'll be
in touch, I guess.
Yeah.
- Let me show you to your office.
- Mm-hmm.
(MACHINE BEEPING IN BACKGROUND)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hey, Sloan.
SLOAN: (ON PHONE) Hey, girl.
I have a surprise for you.
Are you at the house?
NATASHA: (ON PHONE)
Oh, when am I not?
Okay. You sound overwhelmed.
Just organizing a
bunch of paperwork
that I... I don't understand.
Ew, why?
Because the internet has
a whole bunch of ideas
about how to be a widow.
And apparently, I suck at it.
SLOAN: (ON PHONE) Okay,
screw the internet.
You are the best widow I know.
I'm the only widow you know.
Mm, well, if Zach leaves
those beard clippings
in the sink one more time,
I promise that'll
change real quick.
Oh, sh*t.
Was that insensitive?
Uh, maybe.
But it did make me smile, so.
Well, then my job
here is complete.
I'll be there around 2:00.
Love you, girl.
NATASHA: (ON PHONE)
Love you, too.
(PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE)
(EMPLOYEES TYPING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Um.
He... hello?
Hey, mama. It's Rita.
It looks like there's a lot of
construction on Bishop Flats
for drop six.
Any alternate
routes on your end?
Uh, yeah, one second.
(TYPING)
Oh.
How we looking?
CHLOE: (ON CALL)
Um, one second.
Okay, if you take
Middleton to Clearwater,
you can cut through
Gable Villages.
Thanks, girl.
Okay.
()
(CARS HONKING)
Are you kidding me?
Really?
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
I'm in gridlock on Middleton.
Rita, I'm... I'm so sorry.
The computer froze, and I
tried to do it on my phone.
It happens, honey.
All good.
I do have a tight pickup window
that I'm not gonna make though
for a regular.
Could you patch it
through to Theo?
CHLOE: (ON CALL)
Dispatch for Theo?
Go for Theo.
Hey, it's uh,
Chloe, the new girl.
Yeah, I remember.
So, Rita's not gonna make
a pickup for a regular.
So is there any way
you could cover?
Uh, what happened?
I may have sent her
into gridlock traffic.
- THEO: (ON CALL) Uh-oh.
- Yeah, not my finest moment.
What you're really
asking for is a favor.
Uh, a little one maybe.
THEO: (ON CALL)
What's the address?
12-5-30 Dewy Lane.
THEO: (ON CALL) That's gonna add
another 40 minutes to my day.
Yeah, I know. I'm so sorry.
Tell you what, I'll
cover the pickup
if you agree to have a
drink with me tonight.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, come on.
We can celebrate your
first day of work.
CHLOE: (ON CALL) I don't know that
there's much to celebrate at this point.
Come on.
It's this new place
I want to check out,
and I don't really
feel like going alone.
Uh, yeah. Okay.
Okay.
()
(KNOCKS)
NATASHA: It's unlocked!
Come on in!
I'll be right there!
Thank you, Rita.
Oh, hi.
Sorry, I was expecting Rita.
Uh, yeah, she's
stuck in traffic.
I... I didn't mean to
scare you. I just...
No, it's not your fault.
I should answer the door
like a normal person.
(THEO CHUCKLES)
I'm Natasha.
Oh, Theo.
(BARKING)
Who's this little guy?
Oh, that's Arger.
He's um, he's an att*ck dog.
So, watch out.
Oh yeah, he looks
like a real k*ller.
It's a cool name though.
Thank you. Short for Argerich.
What, like Martha Argerich?
Yeah, actually.
One of the greatest living
pianists on the planet.
Do you play?
No, my mom did.
She was a big fan.
Do you?
Uh, I can play a mean
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
but... (CHUCKLES)
Got it. You're
classically trained then.
Yeah, sorry again for...
No, it's not your fault.
See you, Arger.
(BARKS)
Bye.
(CLACKING)
Hey, sorry to bother
you again, but...
I'm still here!
Okay, then.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(GASPS)
(THUDDING)
- (GASPS)
- Chloe!
Are you okay?
- Are you alright?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm sorry, I'm fine.
You're still here. What's...
Yeah, I think... I think
I just I wasn't um,
I wasn't looking at the clock.
Well, actually, I uh... I
wanted to give you this.
I'm really sorry about
your grandmother.
Lewis, this is... this
is really beautiful.
Are you about ready
for that drink?
Yeah, yeah, just um, one second.
Thank you for this.
Really.
You have a great night.
You too.
And you know, after more
than a few concussions,
the NFL was off the table
and I don't know, everything
crashed and b*rned.
CHLOE: I can't even imagine.
So you gonna have
anything stiffer than
that Shirley Temple?
Oh, no. I'm fine.
I'm actually not
much of a drinker.
Fair enough.
So what about you?
Out of all the
jobs in the world,
why'd you choose this one?
I thought it would be a position
with very little
human interaction.
What? You're... you're
not a fan of people?
So, I've been taking
care of my grandma
for the past three years.
So...
What did you do before that?
I was a uh... a receptionist
at a um... a treatment center.
THEO: Addiction?
Mental health, mostly.
Wow, there was a...
there was a time
after my playing days
and where I was
having panic att*cks.
- Really?
- Mm.
Wow, so what changed?
I kind of created my own
superpower to get through.
- Superpower?
- THEO: Something like that.
Okay, what... what
is this superpower?
Curiosity.
(CHLOE CHUCKLES)
- CHLOE: Curiosity?
- Mm-hmm.
But didn't curiosity
k*ll the cat?
But satisfaction
brought it back.
Trust me, next time you
find yourself curious
about something, do
yourself a favor,
explore it.
You never know what
you might find.
(GASPS)
So... sorry.
Do we have a problem here?
- Get the hell off me, man.
- I said, do we have a problem?
No, no.
No.
No. No, we don't
have a problem.
- No, there's no problem.
- THEO: No, there's no problem.
(LAUGHING) It's okay, buddy.
It's okay.
Apologize.
I'm sorry.
It's fine.
You need to be
more careful, okay?
Yeah.
()
(CHUCKLES)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(TYPING)
(PHONES RINGING IN BACKGROUND)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND)
(KEYS CLACKING)
Thanks for covering with
that pickup yesterday.
It was nothing.
Is uh... is she a regular?
Oh, yeah.
What's the uh... what's
the deal with the husband?
Don't start.
(THEO CHUCKLES)
- What?
- Don't what me.
I know what you're thinking.
It's just a question.
Mm-hmm.
()
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello. Hey,
pumpkin, it's Rita.
I'm missing a package
for my next drop.
Can you make the rounds?
CHLOE: (ON CALL) Of course.
Uh, name and address?
RITA: (ON CALL) It's
12-5-30 Dewey Lane.
Customer is Natasha Wallace.
Alright, I'm on it.
Go for Theo.
Hey, Theo. Uh, Rita's
missing a package.
It's for um, 12-5-30 Dewey Lane.
Name is Natasha Wallace.
I think it's the same place
I sent you to yesterday.
That didn't by chance get
stuck in your pile, did it?
Uh, doubtful, but
I'll... I'll check.
CHLOE: (ON CALL) Thank you.
I guess I was wrong.
Must have gotten
mixed in by mistake.
But I'll swing back uh,
before heading back.
Sorry about that.
You have fun last night?
Well, the food was really good.
I should let Rita know
about that package.
Copy that.
Okay, cool.
Hey, Rita. Yes,
he does have it.
He says he'll drop
it off in a bit.
Okay, sounds good.
Okay.
(ENGINE STARTS, REVS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND)
(KEYS CLACKING)
(CLICKING)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
- WOMAN 1: Hi, Natasha.
- Hi.
- WOMAN 1: How are you?
- Hello! Good to see you.
Come on in.
WOMAN 1: Thank
you for having us.
Oh my God, what
a beautiful home.
Thank you. We
just redecorated.
WOMAN 1: Wonderful. Okay.
So tell us your life motto.
Oh, start each day
with a grateful heart.
WOMAN 1: Guilty pleasure.
NATASHA: Eating
popcorn for dinner.
(CHUCKLES)
WOMAN 1: Yum.
Last thing you
search for online.
NATASHA: Uh, '90s minimalism.
WOMAN 1: If you
had to pick a muse.
Ooh, my dog, Arger. Of course.
WOMAN 1: Three things
you can't live without.
NATASHA: Fuzzy socks, hope
and...
- Her husband.
- Oh my god!
(GIGGLES)
NATASHA: The goal is to
not make people cringe.
NATASHA'S HUSBAND:
Oh, yeah? Like this?
(GIGGLES) Oh my God. Stop.
Oh my God. You're scaring me.
SLOAN: Hey, I'm sorry.
(GASPS)
SLOAN: I know I was supposed
to be here yesterday,
I had a thing, and another
thing and... oh my God!
What's wrong?
What happened?
Come here.
(SOBS)
NATASHA: Sloan, I
miss him so much.
Oh my... What is it?
I found David's shirt
behind the washer.
It still smells like him.
SLOAN: No, no, no, no.
My gosh, you poor thing.
I am so sorry.
But I have something
that may cheer you up.
What is it?
It is the start of a new era.
(GASPS)
You're an author.
(LAUGHING)
Congratulations!
Oh my goodness.
And you're so right
about the pink font.
It looks so much better.
You... This is amazing.
I know that was a hassle.
- Thank you.
- Not at all.
That is what managers
and best friends are for.
200 copies have already been
sent to Booked & Bound Bookstore
for this Friday's reading.
It's going to be exclusive
and very intimate.
That's a little
excessive, isn't it?
No, it's not.
You just hit a million
followers on Instapixer.
You have three million
across all platforms.
Trust me, 200 is just the start.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
(CHUCKLES)
I can't believe I wrote a book.
Believe it.
The first of many.
And David would be so proud.
Okay, let's celebrate.
NATASHA: It is
barely 3:00 p.m.
And I barely care.
I will have your perky ass
drunk before happy hour.
(LAUGHING)
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
So proud of you.
(CHUCKLES)
(PHONE RINGING)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
- I'll take care of that.
- Okay, yeah.
Hello?
- Yeah?
- Hello?
Uh, I have a package
for Ms. Wallace.
Okay, great, I'll take it.
Oh, well, actually,
I need a signature.
Okay.
I'll sign it.
- NATASHA: Okay.
- From Ms. Wallace.
Well, can we just change it
from my husband's name to mine?
Natasha, he needs a
signature from you.
(BARKING)
Hi.
Thank you.
(CONTINUES BARKING)
SLOAN: Thank you.
(MACHINE BEEPING)
Hey man, can we
talk for a second?
What's up?
Is there anything I
should know about today?
Any... any mishaps?
Nothing I could think of, why?
Come on, man.
I saw you.
You saw me what?
Take one of Rita's packages.
No, you didn't.
Yes, I did.
No, you didn't.
Look, man, I... I
know what I saw.
You sure about that?
Your glasses, they um,
look a little dirty.
There's nothing wrong
with my glasses.
Mm, I don't know.
They look pretty dirty.
(GULPS)
Please give those back.
Here we go.
I think you'll be seeing
things a lot more clearly now.
Good talk.
(DOG BARKING IN BACKGROUND)
CHLOE: "Gone from sight,
but never from my heart."
()
NATASHA: (ON PHONE) Hey dolls, don't
forget to stop by Booked & Bound at noon
for today's book signing.
Can't wait to see you there.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND)
Oh, Lewis, Lewis, hey, hey.
- Oh, hey. You.
- CHLOE: Can I talk to you?
Yeah. Oh, um...
CHLOE: Are these yours?
Yeah, yeah, just a graphic
novel I've been working on.
Lewis, these are really good.
Well, you know, everyone...
everyone's always
talking about side hustles.
No, you should be
doing this full time.
I wish, you know, maybe someday.
Um, but uh, did... did
you need something?
Yeah, yeah, um, I
just... I totally spaced.
I have a doctor's
appointment in half an hour.
So, is... is it okay
if I just slip out?
Yeah, yeah. Go.
Is everything okay?
Oh, it's just... it's
a routine checkup.
LEWIS: Okay.
Okay, thank you.
NATASHA: "In a different era, the
It Girl was someone whose picture
was captured at all the
best social gatherings
surrounded by the
ultra fabulous.
These days, the new It Girl
is someone who takes photos
of herself at home alone.
When David was alive, I
imagined the curtain closing.
Life without a lens.
I envisioned the
joy, the freedom,
the kids.
But the future doesn't exist
anymore, so the show goes on.
Another late night with
a million strangers
as I scroll numbly
through comments,
colonized in a bed
that lost its comfort
the day I lost you.
Always alone.
The life of an It
Girl, isn't it fab?"
(APPLAUSE)
I just need a...
Okay, everyone, just give
us five minutes and we'll be
right back for
the signing, okay?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
SLOAN: Hey.
Are you okay?
It's just the first time
I've read that since
sending it to the publisher, so.
This is so fresh.
So, you know.
SLOAN: That's because it is.
But he's in a much
better place now.
And just look at how much
you've grown from all of this.
Remember, diamonds are
forged in the fire.
Don't you forget that.
There's a reason for everything.
NATASHA: I'll be out
there in a minute, okay?
SLOAN: Hey, you're
a rock star.
I hate that saying.
Oh, I didn't realize
anyone else was in here.
So... sorry, I... I
couldn't help but overhear.
What saying?
That everything
happens for a reason?
(SIGHS)
CHLOE: It's like they're forcing
you to see the bright side.
Like to find a silver
lining in your pain as if
feeling anything
other than positivity
makes you a terrible person.
Is it so awful and abnormal
to think that everything
could just be dark,
and raw, and senseless?
I couldn't agree more.
Do you think it
ever gets better?
I don't know.
I hope so.
Me too.
SLOAN: Hey, the line
is ready when you are.
I'll be right there!
SLOAN: Okay.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Thank you.
- (CHUCKLES)
Hi.
Hold down your breath still
You join the fight will
Just sit and wait there
(LAUGHING)
You see me fly
You know they'll
never catch me for it
See me fly
The way I put
my finger on it
See me fly
(LAUGHING)
You got it
Then try to tell me
you've got the wrong guy
See me fly
You know you'll
never catch me for it
See me fly
The way I put
my finger on it
See me fly
You got it
Then try to tell me
you got the wrong guy
(THUD IN DISTANCE)
Hello?
Arger?
Arger?
Arger?
Arger?
(BIRDS CHIRPING IN BACKGROUND)
(ENGINE REVS)
(BEEPING)
(PHONE CLATTERS)
(PHONE BEEPS)
()
LEWIS: Hey, Chloe.
Oh, um, hi.
What... what's up?
Uh, how was the uh...
how was the doctor?
The other day during lunch?
Oh, yeah.
All good. Alright,
that's... that's good.
- Yeah.
- Um,
so uh, listen, would you...
would you maybe want to like
grab some... some
food with me sometime?
Oh, uh.
It could be uh, you
know, anytime, tonight,
tomorrow, whenever.
Yeah, tonight is good.
Okay, yeah.
Awesome, cool. We... we can
go to the bar on Linden.
- CHLOE: Okay.
- Yeah.
Alright, well, I'll... I'll
meet you there at 8:00?
CHLOE: Yeah, perfect.
Perfect. Great. Awesome.
Keep up the good work.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND)
(PHONE RINGING)
Go for Chloe.
THEO: (ON CALL)
Hey, it's Theo.
Did we ever get a confirmation
on that 515 pickup?
Uh, one second.
(ARGER BARKING)
Did... did you pick
up a stray dog?
THEO: (ON CALL) Not that I
remember. Must be interference.
How's the pickup looking?
Um, yeah.
Yeah, you're all set.
THEO: (ON CALL) Thanks.
()
It's getting colder and
darker by the second.
I'm telling you,
this isn't like him.
SLOAN: (ON PHONE) I'm
sure he'll show up.
Alright, I'm gonna walk the
neighborhood one more time.
And I'll just... I'll
keep you posted, okay?
SLOAN: (ON PHONE) Good luck.
(NATASHA GASPS)
Arger! Wait, how did you?
Uh, my delivery truck ran
out of gas a few blocks over
and I was about to walk
to the gas station.
And I saw this little fella
scavenging someone's trash.
I thought he looked familiar.
You are a lifesaver.
I have no idea how he got out.
Oh, little guy probably
just wanted some fresh air.
Didn't realize
how chilly it was.
Anyway, I'm happy I could help.
Thank you so much.
- Really.
- Anytime, anytime.
You have a good night.
Yeah, you too.
(THEO GRUNTS)
You don't think that...
any way you could...
Ah, never mind.
I... I don't want
to put you out.
You just rescued my dog.
So, please, ask away.
Would it be too much to bum
a ride to the gas station?
Um, uh, I...
Uh, you know, never
mind. It's okay.
No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
It's... it's fine.
- You sure?
- Completely, yeah.
Alright, Arger, you stay put.
(ARGER BARKING)
()
Thanks again for the ride.
Yeah, it's the least I could do.
(THEO CLEARS THROAT)
Do you know this place
called "The Cellar"?
That speakeasy
piano bar downtown.
Prohibition vibes.
Great food.
Best piano player in the state?
I'll have to check
it out sometime.
Maybe we could go together.
Uh, yeah.
I'm... I'm not really
dating right now.
(CHUCKLES)
Ah.
But maybe sometime
in the future?
Is that weird?
Sometime in the future it is.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
(ENGINE STARTS, REVS)
()
(THUDDING, GLASS
SHATTERING IN DISTANCE)
(ENGINE STARTS, REVS)
()
Thinking about you,
baby, you're in my mind
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PHONE RINGING IN BACKGROUND)
Hey, you.
Theo.
What... what... what
are you doing here?
Do you drive a
Silver Honda Accord?
Yeah.
Like every other senior
citizen in this town, right?
Yeah, I just thought I...
I thought I saw you
last night, that's all.
Wasn't me.
Never left the house.
Too much bad
reality TV to watch.
Careful.
That stuff is addictive.
You're telling me.
Yeah.
I should give you
your seat back.
I will probably need that.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, yeah.
I'll let you get
back to it then.
Sounds good.
()
CHLOE: Lewis. Hey, can I um...
can I talk to you for a second?
Uh.
(INDISCERNIBLE SPEECH)
Um, you don't owe
me an explanation.
No, I... I do.
Um, so, what happened
is I... I just...
I got wrapped up in a book.
And then the next thing I knew
I was waking up on the couch.
I totally get it.
Really.
We... we can try
again some other time.
I really would like that.
- I should probably... yeah.
- CHLOE: Yeah, yeah, me too.
Bye.
What's going on, hon?
Guy trouble?
CHLOE: So I have this friend,
acquaintance, not... not even,
I don't know.
I just... I can't help but
think that she's in danger.
Ooh. What kind of danger?
Maybe danger is the wrong word.
It's more like um...
Like I just I have this
feeling that something bad
is on the horizon and
I want to tell her.
But if that's not
true, then it's just...
it's gonna be super weird.
And I don't know, I...
I'm probably overthinking this.
Most of the debates
we have in life
can be solved with
two questions.
What's the worst that
could happen if I do?
And?
What's the worst that
can happen if you don't?
(EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
Okay.
You're doing the right thing.
Hi, you... you don't know me.
Um, hi, my name is
Chloe. Um, I wo...
I'm doing the right thing.
(SIGHING)
(NATASHA SCREAMS)
Uh!
Hi.
Oh.
Hi. Are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, I just tripped.
That's embarrassing.
CHLOE: Oh, yeah.
Um, yeah, I...
I was just out front
and I heard you yell
and I thought maybe
you were hurt.
So, I just wanted to
come around and make sure
everything was copacetic.
Well, that's... that's
really nice of you.
Thank you. Um,
I'm... I'm fine.
Oh, you must be house
sitting for the Morgans.
I told them three weeks
abroad was way too long
to leave their house empty.
I don't care how safe
your neighborhood is.
Oh, um...
I'm so glad they
finally listened to me.
I'm their next door
neighbor, obviously.
I'm Natasha.
- Chloe.
- NATASHA: That is so funny.
My best friend growing
up was named Chloe.
Really?
Yeah, she moved to Hawaii,
married a tech billionaire,
has three gorgeous children,
and takes naps on the beach.
She's a bitch.
(LAUGHTER)
Is this your first night in or?
Oh, no, actually I'm not...
Actually, this is really
weird, but I have to post
for this Ros wine company
and I cannot find my
wine opener anywhere.
Is there any way I could
borrow the Morgans'?
Oh, I... I don't.
It would be our little secret.
I promise.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay.
Thank you.
You are truly a lifesaver.
Thank you so much.
Mm-hmm, I'll... I'll
just go get that now.
NATASHA: Just come
through the front.
Okay.
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(GRUNTS, SIGHS)
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(GASPS)
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Tell me when.
Oh, uh, when, when, when.
(NATASHA CHUCKLES)
It's my kind of pour.
(CHUCKLES)
Have we met before?
There's something so
familiar about you.
I don't think so.
NATASHA: It's so weird.
I'm normally really
good with faces.
To new friends.
Oh, hold on.
Get this picture.
1, 2, 3.
(CLICKS)
(CLINK)
(NATASHA CHUCKLES)
NATASHA: Perfect.
(LAUGHING)
What's your handle?
I'll tag you.
Cup of Cloclo.
C-L-O.
That's cute.
That's so funny.
You follow me.
I do?
It's probably from one of
those awful loop giveaways
I used to do.
Do you think I could
use your bathroom?
Oh yeah, of course. It's
down the hall on the left.
Okay.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(EXHALES)
(CLICKS)
(LAUGHING)
That's so funny.
(SIGHS)
(CLICKS)
(RING CLATTERS)
(NATASHA & CHLOE LAUGHING)
Sitcom levels of insanity.
Truly.
(LAUGHING)
That was actually
the last vacation
I took with David
before he got sick.
He d*ed in January.
I'm so sorry.
That was really dark.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no, no.
I... I actually understand.
My grandma d*ed
earlier last week.
I... I know it's not the same.
Obviously, she was 80.
But uh, she gave me
this necklace last year.
I'm so sorry.
How are you doing?
Like really?
Fine.
But I mean, everything
that made this place a home
d*ed when he did.
Have you ever thought of moving?
Yes. Actually...
This was our home and...
and it's where we wanted
to start a family.
Like how do you let that go?
When the time is
right, you'll know.
Sisters in grief.
I love that.
God, we are so pathetic.
Yeah, pathetic sisters.
(LAUGHING)
We should do this
again tomorrow.
Yes. Yes, I would love that.
(BOTH LAUGH)
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(PHONE BEEPS)
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(LAUGHS)
(SCREAMS)
(CHLOE GASPING)
No, no, no, no, no.
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
Mini skirt on, dip
my body in glitter
Plat, platform sneakers
that the boys wanna picture
Don't phone 'cause
I'm a rich bitch
Save your breath, baby,
I'm not going home with you
Mini skirt on, dip
my body in glitter
Plat, platform sneakers
that the boys wanna picture
Don't phone 'cause,
I'm a rich bitch
Save your breath, baby,
I'm not going home with you
Mini skirt on, on, on, on,
on, on, on
Don't phone 'cause,
I'm a rich bitch
Save your breath, baby,
I'm not going home with you
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Mini skirt on, dip
my body in glitter
plat, platform sneakers
that the boys wanna picture
NATASHA: And they're heavy.
They're so big.
Oh, it was like, it was amazing.
(LAUGHTER)
CHLOE: Oh, of course
you said that.
Oh my goodness.
Your hair looks really
pretty tonight, by the way.
You have to like show
me the proper technique,
'cause I clearly don't have it.
NATASHA: Oh, it
looks beautiful.
Okay. But it took me
like an hour. It's not...
NATASHA: This is my...
this is my literal baggage.
(LAUGHING)
()
Mini skirt on, on, on
(PHONE RINGING)
On, on, on
Hey.
SLOAN: (ON PHONE) Girl,
you didn't get back to me.
Is Arger okay?
Oh, God. Yes. Sorry.
I found him.
He's safe and
sound in his crate.
Oh, thank goodness you did.
Where was he?
My new delivery guy found him
wandering the neighborhood.
SLOAN: (ON PHONE) Ooh, the one from
the other day? Is he a potential?
(CHUCKLES) Don't start.
You know, I'm not
dating right now.
I know, I know.
But he's cute.
Anyway, I met the Morgan's new
house sitter the other night.
She's really sweet and
we've been hanging out.
I want you to come over
tonight and meet her.
Um, so what I'm hearing
is you found a new bestie
to replace me.
Okay, got it.
Stop.
Okay, I'll come by later.
Thank you.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
I mean, nobody is saying that
you have to get remarried.
All I'm saying is maybe it's
time to rip off the Band-Aid,
go on a few harmless dates.
What's the worst
that could happen?
I've seen enough Dateline
episodes to know that single
is safest.
Okay, nobody is asking
you to be reckless.
Just brave.
Eventually, you're gonna have
to step outside of your bubble.
Can we just change the subject?
Fine.
Chloe, tell me
something interesting.
Oh, uh...
What is it that you do for work?
'Cause I'm looking at the outfit
and it's giving accountant.
Um...
- Receptionist?
- Okay, please ignore her.
I'm a... I'm a teacher.
Um, actually art.
I'm an... I'm an art teacher.
- Oh, fun.
- Wow, I didn't know that.
What grade?
Third.
What school?
Baylerton.
SLOAN: Oh, my sorority
sister teaches English there.
Oh, really?
Mm-hmm, Sandy Schute.
(OVEN BELL DINGS)
Uh, you know what? I'm...
I'm gonna get that.
Be nice.
I'm just saying.
I...
So, Chloe, how did
you know the Morgans?
- Ooh!
- Oh my God, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I
just need a second.
(EXHALING)
Get it together.
Get it... get it together.
(LAUGHING IN BACKGROUND)
Oh, you poor thing.
I'm so sorry. No,
don't be sorry.
This was my fault,
I wasn't thinking.
Still, I feel terrible.
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(BEEPING)
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(BUBBLES POP)
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(SLAMS SHUT)
(ENGINE STARTS)
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(KEYS CLINKING)
(KEYS CLINKING)
(SIGHING)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Where... where... where...
(SIGHS)
(PHONE RINGING IN BACKGROUND)
- Oh, Lewis. Hey.
- Hey.
I need to talk to
you about something.
Yeah, I'm really busy.
Can we talk later?
No, it's really important.
Yeah, it's fine. I
promise, I promise.
Later.
It was... it was good to
see you. I'll see you soon.
- THEO: Whoa!
- Oh my God!
THEO: Oh, I'm so sorry.
I didn't see you there.
I... oh, wow, I'm so sorry.
- I was not even looking.
- THEO: Wait, uh Natasha?
Theo.
Wait, you do yoga here?
NATASHA: I do. Do you?
Yeah, well, I try to squeeze
in a session on my lunch.
- Yeah.
- That's so crazy.
I've never seen you here before.
(CHUCKLES)
Right place right time, I guess.
It keeps happening, doesn't it?
Yeah, like the universe
trying to tell us something.
Maybe.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Uh, well, I should...
should get in there.
Namaste!
Okay.
Uh, hey, is there
anybody good playing
at that piano bar you mentioned?
As a matter of fact, yeah.
Tonight.
Really?
THEO: Yeah.
Pick you up at 8:00?
Yeah.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Oh.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Hey.
- Hey.
Okay, you are never going
to guess what I found.
I had to go to like
six different stores,
but I finally found those
chocolates that you love.
And I thought they
would pair great
with the ros from the
other night that you liked.
That's so sweet. How did you
know those were my favorite?
Oh, well, you mentioned
them in your book.
You read my book?
CHLOE: Of course. Duh.
How? It isn't out
for another week.
Were you at the signing?
CHLOE: No, no um...
Uh, this is actually
a really funny story.
So, I was there the next day.
And I guess somebody left
one laying out by mistake.
And I picked it up and then I
took it to the counter to pay.
And they were like, "Oh my
gosh, this is so strange.
That was not supposed
to be on the shelf."
But I think they just felt
bad for me, because I found it
and I wanted it, so.
Huh.
Uh, what... what is this?
Is this new?
Yeah, that just arrived today.
I was feeling like doing
a little redecorating.
CHLOE: Hmm.
You look cute.
Thank you.
You're never gonna believe
this, but I'm going on a date.
A date.
Wow. Uh, with who?
Oh, that's gonna be Sloan.
She's dropping off something
from the publisher.
Do you mind getting that? I'm
just going to grab my purse.
- Of course.
- NATASHA: Thanks.
NATASHA: You're here early.
Yeah, if you don't mind.
NATASHA: Yeah, of course.
Did you two have
a chance to meet?
Uh, Theo.
Chloe.
I'm ready whenever you are.
- THEO: Yeah, let's do it.
- Okay. Let's go.
Uh, yeah, yeah.
(BEEPING)
CHLOE: Uh, Nat,
where are you going?
The Cellar, downtown.
- Cool.
- Yeah.
Nice to meet you, Chloe.
Um...
Have fun.
I... I think you missed
the exit for downtown.
I'm not going downtown.
So, where are we going?
Are we still going
to the piano bar?
Well, it's a surprise.
What if I don't like surprises?
I think you'll like this one.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND)
(CLICKS)
What was that for?
Sending your picture
to my friend.
THEO: I need her approval?
Well, so she has proof
in case I go missing.
Sent.
Well, I guess I'm just
gonna have to be on
my best behavior then.
(LOCK BEEPING)
(KEYS CLACKING)
(INHALES)
I knew it!
I knew there was
something off about you.
This is not what it looks like.
Oh, really?
So you didn't just break
into my best friend's house?
CHLOE: Okay. Natasha is
not answering her phone.
So I thought if I
could get to her laptop
and open her Find My Phone app,
I could find her that way.
'Cause that sounds
completely normal.
You don't understand, I
think she's in trouble.
Everything is gonna
be fine, I promise.
My lady.
This is going to sound crazy.
I think he is dangerous.
He is? Or you are?
I'm gonna take you
to my secret spot.
I think you're gonna love it.
I talked to my
friend at Baylerton.
Turns out you don't
even work there.
What else are you lying about?
Are you even house
sitting for the neighbors?
Holy sh*t.
You have got to believe me.
Theo is the one you have
to be worried about.
Why would I believe you?
I already caught
you in two lies.
CHLOE: Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
I'm reporting your ass before
you start smearing blood
all over the walls or whatever
you die at Joe Goldberg
stalker wannabes
fantasize about.
CHLOE: No, no! I swear, this
is not what it looks like!
(EXHALES)
(GRUNTS)
NATASHA: Oh my...
THEO: Worth the hike?
Definitely.
Sloan? Hey, hey,
wa... wake up.
Sloan? Oh my God.
Oh my God, please don't be dead.
Sloan? Sloan?
Hey, hey, wake up!
(SCREAMS, PANTS)
CHLOE: Help! Help!
Help, please somebody
help her, please, please.
She um... she uh... she... she
fell going down the stairs.
Please, please help her!
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(RINGING TONE)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hi, it's Natasha.
Please leave a message
and I'll call you back.
Thanks.
(GASPS)
CHLOE: Oh my God!
What the hell kind of
games are you playing?
CHLOE: Me?
You are the one stalking her.
I'm the one stalking her?
You kidding me?
Have you looked in
the mirror lately?
No, no, no, you!
No, you are not gonna
turn this around on me.
You are the crazy one!
All that talk about curiosity
being your superpower,
about finding out what's
hidden beneath the surface.
You are completely unhinged!
I should have seen it when you
went off on that guy, you...
You are absolutely delusional.
You know that little
treatment center that you said
you worked at?
Well, I'm starting to
think that that was
a part of your little fantasy.
A receptionist, really?
That's the last job that
a self-proclaimed hermit
would ever take.
Now, see, I think that
you were a patient there.
- CHLOE: Mm-mm.
- Oh yeah.
(SOBS)
Stay away from her.
Or I'll make sure that you do.
(GASPING)
(CRYING)
(PHONES RINGING IN BACKGROUND)
Whoa, hold up, mama.
I'm not sure you
wanna walk into that.
Why? What's...
what's happening?
Apparently, they have
security footage of you
sneaking into Theo's
truck the other night.
Is that true?
Well, ye... yeah.
I heard them say
that someone saw you
taking packages from
the sorting area
and trying on a
bunch of clothes.
Girl, please tell me
you didn't do that.
Chloe!
Chloe!
(CAR SCREECHES)
Oh, hi, hi! Is...
is everything okay?
Sloan is in the hospital.
Do uh... do they
know what happened?
No, she's still unconscious.
I'm headed there now. I'll
keep you posted, okay?
Uh, yeah, if you need
anything, just let me know.
I'll um... I'll just...
I'll be at home.
Okay.
Okay.
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(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(GASPS)
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(CRYING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
NATASHA: Hey guys, um, I
just wanted to come on here
and let you know that I'm
gonna be taking a little break
from social media.
But there have been some crazy
things going on in my life.
And I realized that there's
only one person to blame.
And you're looking at her.
This life and our digital life,
the lines get really blurred.
And I realize I don't
really know who I am.
I need to take some time
outside of this house and just
figure out what it is that
I like and what I want.
This is goodbye for now.
Here we go.
NATASHA: Hello?
Hello? Is anyone there?
Someone help me!
(GASPS)
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(PANTING)
Hello, is anyone there?
(PANTING)
Natasha. Oh, thank
God, you're okay.
- Stay away from me!
- CHLOE: What?
No, no, no, I'm
here to help you,
but we have to go now. Theo
could be back any minute.
Theo?
He's crazy. He's
absolutely insane.
I will explain everything.
Why should I believe you?
You can trust me.
Grief sisters, right?
(GRUNTS)
This way.
I saw Theo pushing a huge box on
a dolly outside of your house.
You weren't
answering your phone.
So, I got worried and
I followed him here.
NATASHA: How do you know
your way around here?
Up until yesterday, I was
a delivery dispatcher here.
Theo was one of my couriers.
When I saw that he was
going way out of his way
to make deliveries
to your house,
I started looking in to him.
Nat, he is dangerous. I
have seen it firsthand.
(DOOR THUDS)
What was that?
I don't know, but we
have to keep going.
(DOOR THUDS)
Natasha, we have to go now.
(GRUNTS)
- Run!
- Don't listen to him.
No, no, he... he tried
to att*ck me, too.
She's lying. She's
obsessed with you.
No, no, he is delusional.
I am trying to help you.
Don't you see I am your friend?
She's a stalker.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Oh my God.
You're crazy.
What did you say?
Natasha, run.
Nothing. I didn't...
There is nothing wrong with me.
I'm fine.
I'm fine. They
said I was fine.
THEO: Natasha, run.
Why are you looking
at me like that?
I'm not.
- CHLOE: Stop.
- Natasha, get out of here!
Stop looking at me like that!
Run!
(GRUNTING)
(BOXES CLATTER)
(GRUNTS, SIGHS)
THEO: Don't listen
to her, Natasha!
You can't trust her!
Chloe, you need help!
You know, you aren't
that innocent either.
I've combed through your
posts inside and out,
and you are just like
the rest of them.
Smoothing, whitening, shaping.
One idealized image
after another.
And for what?
All to create some
perfect package
that doesn't exist.
You are just another influencer,
pretending to be
everybody's friend
until there isn't a
screen in between you.
I wanted you to be different.
I needed you to be different.
- (YELLS)
- (SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTS)
(GRUNTS)
This is all...
- Please, no, please.
- CHLOE: Your fault, you know.
(SCREAMING)
(PANTS)
I just wanted to be your friend.
(GRUNTS)
(GASPING)
(POLICE SIRENS IN BACKGROUND)
(INDISTINCT RADIO
CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)
Looking side to side
I'm alone low and high
I'm trying to find something
that makes me feel alive
I never knew under the sun
Running to and running from
I just need someone to
help me see the light
But I can't live without you
I've been ready for,
been ready for this
I think I should start by
letting you, letting you in
Hey
I take a look at you and
start to lose my mind
I think that's it.
- Thank you.
- MAN 1: Alright.
This feels like
something new
(KNOCKS DOOR)
Hey, you about ready?
NATASHA: Yeah.
I think I am.
SLOAN: I'm gonna miss you.
I'm gonna miss you more.
SLOAN: Mm, I'm
so proud of you.
This is gonna be a fresh start.
I'm gonna call you every day.
SLOAN: You better.
I love you.
I love you, too.
(SIGHS)
I don't know just
what I'm letting you
Letting you in
Hey
I take a look at you and
start to lose my balance
What am I falling into
This feels like something
I think that's it.
Thank you.
What am I falling into
This feels like
something new
Hey
I've seen a lot of you
But they were
nothing like this
The way you do what you do
I think you're
something brand new
Hey
What am I falling into
This feels like
something new
Hey
The way you do what you do
Devil On My Doorstep (2023)
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