I care about you like so.
It's ok.
Oh fuck.
You need a hand with any of this?
-No, I'm good. -Alright.
I'm Theo by the way. What's your name?
I'm married and have these groceries.
They're for my baby.
You.
What are you doing here?
I own the place.
So, you got a new town,
new baby,
new bakery,
banging body.
You're just doing it all.
Stop that.
Stop what?
Flirting.
Ok, so my house is swarming with reporters
so I did jump my fence to go get some lunch.
Which is also the story of why I forgot my wallet.
And now I'm gonna die starving in destitute.
My issue is that you're still flirting
and I asked you not to.
I'm not flirting with you, I'm begging you for food.
If you need some cheap to free labour at the bakery,
I'm your guy.
Yeah, come whenever you want.
Hey, stop.
What the fuck?
What the fuck are you doing!
I thought it would get your attention.
What the fuck!
Come on, this shit's romantic as fuck.
What are you talking about?
Well, according to all the romcoms of your generation
this is what the guys are supposed to do
to get the girl.
I'm sorry.
That's my bad.
You know,
it's not the most subtle come here of my life,
but I'm really, I'm not complaining about it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Does terrible family tragedy
make people more fuckable?
'Cause could really use a silver lining.
-Don't do that. -Yeah.
The fuck. What are you doing here?
You called me.
You drunk dialled me at like 4am.
I was worried, so I Uberd.
I can't stop thinking about you.
While I'm being honest.
It's really hard to stand here and have a conversation
with you as though I'm not like totally distracted
by how much I want you.
If you want me to shut up, I will.
I'm not trying to be an asshole.
I'm just trying to figure out...
how I can focus when all I want is you.
You shut up.
No.
Are you sure?
Run away with me, Love?
I care about you like so.
I love you.
I can't stand it.
I need you to leave.
I need you to leave Madre Linda
-and never come back. -Come with me then.
I can't.
Goodbye, Love.
Theo, wait...