1:03:03
Call Dad.
1:03:09
How do you live in New York
and not have a single Percocet?
1:03:15
-HeIIo?
-Stephan. Put Stephan on the line.
1:03:19
-Who is this?
-lt's Meg.
1:03:21
Do you know what time it is?
1:03:23
-Put him on the phone, bitch.
-It's your fucking wife.
1:03:31
Move.
1:03:34
-HeIIo?
-You've got to help us.
1:03:36
Move!
1:03:37
There are three men upstairs.
They broke in--
1:03:44
What--
1:04:00
-He'll do something.
-No, he won't.
1:04:02
He'll call the police.
1:04:04
You don't know her. She won't let him.
1:04:06
No. He knows that there's trouble.
He heard me.
1:04:10
He's across the park. That's why
we got houses close to each other.
1:04:14
Just in case we needed each other.
He'll help us.
1:04:16
-He won't.
-Yes, he will!
1:04:25
l'm sorry.
1:04:27
No, l'm sorry.
1:04:30
Why?
1:04:32
l was trying not to tell you.
1:04:35
What?
1:04:37
l'm dizzy and hungry.
1:04:42
All she's got is NyQuil and fucking Midol.
1:04:48
Looks like that gas idea
didn't work so well.
1:04:51
Whose fault was that?
1:04:53
This is impossible.
1:04:54
What's the plan now, hot rod?
1:04:56
This is worse than impossible.
This is unpleasant.