I've had customers leaving keys here for years
Sometimes they pick them up in a few days
Sometimes it takes a few weeks
Well, what about most of the time?
Most of the time, the keys stay in the jar
Well why do you keep them?
You should just throw them out
No I couldn't do that
If I threw these keys away
then those doors will be closed forever
And that shouldn't be up to me to decide
Guess I'm just looking for a reason
Well, from my observations
sometimes it's better off not knowing
and other times there's no reason to be found
Everything has a reason
Will you tell me the stories behind those other keys?
I just wondered how they all ended up here
Those belonged to a young couple a few years ago.
They were naive enough to believe
that they were gonna spend the rest of their lives together
Well, what happened?
Things happened. Yeah, time happened
It's pretty much always the case more or less
Or maybe one of them ran off with someone else
Maybe the feelings just went away
What about these?
Those belonged to a little old lady
Her best friend would pick them up and come to visit her
She dropped them off and I never saw her again
I presumed, I mean, she was pretty old
I presumed she passed away or something
What about these?
These keys used to belong to a young lad
from Manchester England
who made plans and had dreams
of running every marathon in this country
starting in New York
He was going to write a journal about his experiences
and ended up running a cafe.
Later they were given to a Russian girl
who loved collecting keys
and watching sunsets
Unfortunately, she loved sunsets more than the keys
and ended up disappearing into one
Why didn't you go looking for her?
When I was little
me mum used to take me to the park on weekends
She said if I ever got lost
I had to stay in one place so that she'd find me
Does that work?
What's wrong with your camera?
Oh, I don't know
It's been in a lousy mood these past few days
It doesn't really keep people from stealing, does it?
But I like having it around, 'cause
for me it's like my diary
Some nights, I watch the tapes back and
I'm amazed at how much I've missed
That's going on right in front of me
You must have a lot of tapes
I don't keep them all
I'm not that weird
Only the highlights
How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without?
I didn't say goodbye
I didn't say anything
I just walked away
At the end of that night
I decided to take the longest way to cross the street
Working two jobs is exhausting
But at least it keeps me busy
and most importantly, it keeps my mind away from him
Here's your check
I coulda sworn I had at least nine
No, just eight
I'm trying to save up for a car
Where are you going?
Well, I don't have any specific destination in mind, but
I'm just gonna go until I run out of places to go
I wish I could do that
pick up a white chip.
You take it as a symbol of your intention
to stay sober.
And if you
slip up and drink again
you got to come back and pick up another chip.
This one is for ninety days.
I got that far.
See all those white chips, Lizzie?
I am the king of the white chip.
I thought about what Arnie said about the sobriety chips,
how to focus your attention on something else
in order to cure your addiction.
If I was an addict, I'd choose blueberry pie as my chip.
Why not pick up the phone?
Some things are better on paper.
Oh you think so?
What are you doing?
Well, you know
I listened to what you said the other day.
So I'm trying to write a letter to my wife.
We don't talk to each other much anymore
so I thought maybe I'd try your method.
Oh goddammit Arnie!
We're, we're separated!
I don't live with you anymore!
I don't talk to you anymore!
You are my goddamn wife!
And I am still your goddamn husband!
No, no you're not...
Well then what am I?
Nothing to me.
Sue Lynne, please, please, please baby.
Don't do this, don't do this to me.
I love you, I love you so much.
I just, I just need a little more time.
No, no you gotta let me go.
I can't do it anymore. You gotta let me go now.
I'm gonna go, I'm restart my life
and I'm gonna get me a job.
So we tried
drinking our way back into love.
But it never made sense in the morning.
So I ran.
And every time I came back,
he was here.
And he was still crazy about me.
I used to daydream about him dying.
I thought it was the
only way I'd get clear of him.
You must have hated him.
I didn't hate him.
I just wanted him to
let go of me.
now that he has,
it hurts me more than
anything else in the whole world.
I wonder how people would remember Arnie
When you're gone, all that's left behind are the memories
you created in other people's lives
or just a couple of items on a bill
You still have the keys?
Yeah... I always remember what you said
about never throwing them away, about never
closing those doors forever. I remember
Sometimes, even if you have the keys
those doors still
can't be opened, can they?
Even if the door is open
the person you're looking for may not be there, Katya
It began in the summer
and was over by the following spring
In between, there was as many unhappy nights
as there were happy days
Most of them took place in this cafe
And then one night
a door slammed and the dream was over
You know, I didn't even think you'd still be here
Why'd you come?
I guess I just wanted to see if I could remember
what it felt like
I've always been fascinated by card players
They risk everything on their instincts and their luck
Working long hours in the casino makes you lose track of the time
And I'm never sure whether it's day or night
But at least I don't have to worry about my sleeping problem anymore
Somehow it's gone away
We can all dream, Aloha
Hey Leslie, are you asleep?
I keep playing old poker hands in my head
Trust everyone but always cut the cards
Best thing my father ever taught me
You know what that means?
It means never trust anybody
If you're so good at reading people
Then why did I lose?
Because you can't always win
You can beat players but you can't beat luck
Sometimes your rhythm's off
you read the person right but still do the wrong thing
Because you trust them?
Because you can't even trust yourself
I told you I lost everything back at Harlan's, didn't I?
Well, that's not exactly how it went down
See, I beat that game on its ass, Beth
I knocked them off their feet
The cards turned just like I knew they would
I read the other players just right
I walked away with all their money
So you lied to me
Maybe I didn't want to share
Maybe I just wanted to see how trusting and gullible you were
Maybe I just wanted company. You know?
It's a long ride, Beth
I didn't want to go alone
Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror
To define us and tell us who we are
And each reflection makes me like myself a little more
Where are the keys?
You don't keep them anymore?
Been trying to give them back to their owners
Do you want yours?
No. I don't need them anymore
What about your keys?
I got rid of them
Good night, Jeremy
You know I came here the night I left
but I didn't make it past the front door
I almost walked in but I knew that if I did
I would just be the same old Elizabeth
I didn't want to be that person anymore
Hope you enjoy it
Are they still left untouched at the end of the night?
Yep, more or less
Then why do you keep making them?
Well I always like having one around just in case
you pop in and fancy a slice
Do you remember that last night you were here?
When you practically ate an entire pie all by yourself?
I remember getting really drunk and
having a god awful hangover the next day
No, nothing else
Or don't you have a tape I can watch?
I do... but...
I've watched it so many times
that the picture started fading to black and white
And now it's completely unwatchable
It took me nearly a year to get here
It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all
It all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side of the rode