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can you hear me now?

Dj: Roger. Loud and clear.

what about now?

Affirmative hearing. 10-4.

Wow, this thing's actually pretty dang cool!

-Yeah, I've been waiting weeks for my gonad to come in.

-Your gonad?

-Geo-orbital noise attenuation device.

Total game-changer.

Connects right to my hearing aids.

I can even choose which direction

I want it to pick sound up from.

And if that wasn't thrilling enough,

It also looks just like--

-The memory eraser from men in black.

The neuralyzer. -Yeah!

sugar! Water!

Ah, the golden age of cinema.

-So true. Well, I should probably head back.

I didn't mean to sidetrack ya.

-No, no, no, I welcome the distraction.

Our line cook is in the hospital,

My barback called in "tired,"

And eddie's been working such crazy hours

To afford the wedding that...

I barely see him anymore.

-That's rough.

How's the wedding planning going?

-It's, uh...

It's good!

-Huh. I could swing by later and give you a hand.

I've always wanted to work in a bar,

But I never really hear well enough.

But now with my trusty new device,

I think I'm gonad-do it!

You're right, that was bad.

Beep-boop-beep!

-Don't remember the neuralyzer making that noise.

-You wouldn't, would you?

well, it picks up around midnight,

So if you can swing it, I'd love the help.

-Oh, I can swing it. I'll be back by midnight.

-Promise? -You can count on me.

Dude, you're never gonna believe this,

But I was asking gwen how the wedding planning's going,

And she pitched up on the word "good."

-"good!" -an octave change?

Damn, that does mean trouble in paradise.

-Mm-hm.

So you're sure you heard her right?

-One million percent. How, you ask?

With my incredible new listening device.

-Listening device, huh? -Mm-hm.

♪

Jen: I'm truly sorry,

But we can't buy or offer trade-in for just

One single victorian riding glove.

-Is this because I am old and frail?

-Oh, no, it's, um,

Because people tend to buy gloves in pairs.

You know, one, two.

-I will spank you with my clog, you disobedient ogre!

-Oh! Uh, again, I'm very sorry,

But we're about to close, so if you wouldn't mind...

det v-- mors!

-Yeah, we still can't buy it,

But thank you so much for coming in.

Uh-huh. Take care now.

Did you hear that?

-Yeah. She just put a curse on you, man.

-Okay, relax, I'm not cursed.

-It's actually pronounced "curs-ed."

-Mmph, mmph! Hot, hot, hot!

-Ooh, is that hot?

-Mmm... Mm-hm! -That's the curse.

Cynthia: Gather 'round for the commencement

Of my favourite night of the year.

Inventory night!

Woo!

What is more fun than staying up till the wee hours of morning

Meticulously cataloguing?

Dj: Well, riddle me this.

Uh, why does it have to be inventory night?

Why not inventory... Evening?

-Because we stay up until the wee hours of the morning

Meticulously cataloguing?

Cynthia: As always, boxed wine will be provided,

Except for underage keeran; he'll get some boxed juice.

-Yes!

-Feel free to indulge so long as every item in the store

Is logged, matched, and accounted for.

-Well, here's a thought.

Uh, how about this year, we challenge ourselves

And we focus on speed and agility, right?

Think fast!

-Inventory is not a sprint, it's a marathon.

Dj: Totally, totally, but...

Remember that the quickest person in a marathon wins.

Cynthia: It's about accuracy here, folks.

-Yeah, but moving with speed in mind.

Cynthia: Why would we rush a beautiful ritual?

Does santa rush his gift-giving?

-Yes.

-The point is, you can do something fast,

Or you can do it right.

-I'm a proponent of slow and wrong,

But I do appreciate getting paid to imbibe.

Is that a 2014? Mama like!

-Mmm... Free.

-Ha-ha!

All that danish lady said was "det var mors,"

Which translates to "it was my mother's."

Boom, no curse.

-Didn't sound like danish to me.

It sounded more like "det vos mors,"

Which translates to-- oh-ho-ho...

-What? What is it?

-"death will give you" in latin.

-Yeah, I see what you're trying to do here.

A lot of athletes fall prey to silly superstitions,

But not this guy, 'cause I am--

-Oh, that's weird. It's my coach's son.

-Oh, that's curious.

Jen: Hello?

Oh, no...

Oh, good!

Oh, god...

that's lucky.

Oh, how horrible!

Oh, what a relief!

Oh, dear lord!

Oh...

My javelin coach was in a car accident.

-Oh, no.

It was only a fender bender. -Oh, good.

-But he got a concussion. -Oh, god.

-Luckily he was minutes from the er.

-Well, that's lucky.

-But then at the hospital, they found a tumour.

-Oh, how horrible.

-But what do ya know, it's benign!

-Oh, what a relief.

-But then he got food poisoning from the hospital cafeteria.

I'm talking life-threatening diarrhoea.

-Oh, dear lord.

-But that lucky son of a bitch, he's gonna survive.

But he's in no state to fly,

So he's gonna miss the olympics.

-See, I told you-- she's a witch!

nice try.

Yeah. No, this is fine.

I am as coached as can be. I am definitely not cursed.

- You mean "curs-ed"? - I don't, wayne!

I'm not shaken.

I'm unshakeable.

-You-- you see that, too, right? That is definitely a ghost!

-That is not a ghost.

That's my daughter.

Virginia? What are you doing here?

that is your daughter?

-Dad went out and I was too scared to stay home all alone.

What if someone broke in and no one was there to protect me?

-Aww.

-Can I stay? -Of course you can stay, v.

An extra set of hands to help speed along inventory night.

-Ah! Virginia has bible study homework.

You can do it in the office, my angel.

-You keep your hormonal little paws

Far away from my innocent angel,

Or I will fire you faster than you can say "yes, boss!"

Capiche?

-Blow-tally. Totally!

Dj:

Alright, huddle time. Come on.

Listen, we all know inventory night is a bit of a sham, right?

I mean, we try to get the numbers exact,

But human error be doin' what human error be doin'.

That's why I like to use a little method

I call guesstimation.

Wayne: Ah, yes.

A portmanteau of "guess" and "estimation."

-You're familiar with the word?

Jen: Yeah, we're all familiar with it.

Wayne: Of course I'm familiar with the word.

Jen: Did you think you invented that word?

Dj: All I'm sayin' is let's eyeball a little here,

Summarize a smidge there.

No big deal.

-Hmm, I dunno. It's like a mulligan in golf.

It's not gonna feel right in the end.

Jen: Hmm, I agree. Keeran: Won't cynthia mind?

Wayne: I was thinking about drinking all night.

Dj: We get outta here before midnight,

You still get paid for a full 12-hour shift.

Chris: I love mulligans. Keeran: Cynthia won't mind.

Jen: Love that.

Keeran: One, two, three... Looks like 36 to me.

Dj: Hey, have you seen cynthia?

I thought she was in soccer but I haven't--

-Here I am! -Ahh!

-What's up?

-I just wanted to let you know that at the rate we're going,

We should be finished tout suite.

-Mm-hm! -Before midnight, even.

-I heard my mom tell my dad that you get untimely boners

All the time.

-Almost too tout suite.

Maybe we should do a recount just in case.

Dj: Aww...

-Are those church bells?

-I don't remember any churches in the area.

Jen: What the hell?

Wayne: Hey, how did that get here?

-Do you have a boner right now?

-No...

Oh... It's there!

can I see it?

-No. Your mom said no. -Shh!

Cynthia doesn't need to know.

-I thought you didn't buy that from scary grandma.

-I didn't.

-Pretty sure a crow just chose to end its life

Against our window.

-You call your mom by her first name?

Is that even allowed?

-No...

but that's why I do it!

Jen: Augh...

Jen: Oh!

Both: The curse!

-According to my records, there were 829 white balls,

159 yellow, 78 orange, and 4 sky blue.

-Well, easy peasy, right?

We'll just gather what we can and chalk up the missing ones

To the hilarious accounting term you taught me.

-Shrinkage is no laughing matter!

-I mean, they're just golf balls.

-No, they are inventory!

And a tripping lawsuit just waiting to happen.

-I dunno, cynth. Maybe we should call it.

The vibe feels rather macabre tonight.

-Yeah, it kinda feels like mercury's in retrograde

Or something.

Chris: Actually, it's in retroshade,

Which is worse.

-Enough!

No golf balls left behind!

Dj, back me up.

-Dj...?

Gwen: Oh my god. Thank god you're here.

Can you slice these up real quick?

-Of course, no problem at all!

Hey, uh, funny story...

Well, not so much funny. Not even a story, really.

But, um, I just have to finish up a few more things

At the store and then I will be right back.

I promise you. You can still count on me.

-Okay. Thank you.

Can you drop those off at the table over there, please?

-Of course. The lemons are done for you

And you can count on me. Right.

-What the f--

Jen: "how to exorcise a demon curse before death gives you."

Wiki's got the instructions right here.

-God bless wiki! -Ha-ha! Okay!

So, it looks like we're gonna need to perform

A cleansing ritual before the maleficent force

Settles into a virgin.

-Okay, good thing I've had so much sex.

-Yeah... Uh, step one, destroy the curs-ed object.

Aw, damn, that really does roll off the tongue.

-It does, doesn't it? -Yeah.

-Uh, okay. -Alright.

-Um, you take this.

And... I'll take that.

And... One of these.

-Whoosh! Alright, nice!

Step two...

-Yes. -Here we go!

Take a box made of mirrors.

Place the curser's likeness inside the box

So that it may reflect upon itself,

Then recite the lifting spell.

-Okay, cynthia has compact mirrors in her locker.

-Why do you know all that?

-Because it's important to know who you work with, okay?

Do you wanna write that down in your little red diary,

Or shall we expel a demon, hauser?

-Wait, how do you--? Ugh, never mind!

Where are we gonna find the curser's likeness?

-Oh... Leave it to me!

Where is it? There it is!

Always knew it belonged in the trash.

Always knew I needed it for an exorcism.

-Yeah, that'll do, wayne.

That'll do.

Peek-a-boo!

-I was just peeing! -What?

-Didn't you say, "pee or poo?"

-I said "peek-a-boo," but... That's hot.

-Totally!

Wait... What's hot?

-The human body, keeran.

And the many things it's capable of.

Virginia: Take me! Keeran: Okay...?

keeran: Oh, ow, it's stuck!

Virginia: Pull it out! Keeran: I can't!

Virginia: Don't be a little nerd!

Jen & wayne: Vade in aër, satana!

Wayne: You gotta hit that umlaut harder!

Jen: Okay, well you're not rocking back and forth

Violently enough, so-- ugh!

Wayne: Okay, well, let's do this, then.

Both: Vade in aër, satana! Vade in aër!

-What the hell are you doing?

-Dj, we don't wanna have to involve you in this,

So just walk away.

Wayne: The store is curs-ed! Dj: Curs-ed?

You can't be serious.

What happened to working together

So we can get outta here early? Okay? Come on.

Focus, please.

Wayne: Yeah.

Dj: Unbelievable. Jen: Sorry, boss.

Won't happen again.

again?

Both: Vade in aër...

-I ask for one malarkey-free night.

Chris: What's up, man?

I feel an uncharacteristic negative aura around you.

-I was hoping to finish early tonight to help gwen

Out of a bind, but... Seems like everyone else

Just wants to mess around.

-Seems like a lot of stress to take on to impress

An engaged woman.

-No, no, you're getting it all wrong, buddy.

Gwen's a friend, and only a friend.

-Who are you really lying to,

Me or yourself?

-Both. You're good.

Dj: Oh, I gotta--

-Continue the same pattern of ill-advised behaviour?

-Right again. Bye!

Okay.

-You seeing what I'm seeing?

Jen: It's just a superstition, right?

♪

Chris: Oh, look! The last yellow golf ball.

Wayne: Oh! Oh...

-Oh, my-- ohh!

Chris: That was crazy!

-Start the incantation from the beginning?

-This time with feeling.

Cynthia: Oof! Son of a...

-Hey, gwen, sorry I left. You got any more lemons?

-No, no, no! The lemons have been through enough.

Actually, good news.

I don't need you anymore.

Eddie dropped everything to be here.

Isn't he sweet?

Dj: Oh, eddie's here. Eddie: Hey!

-So you're good? -Yeah, I'm good.

-Sorry, I didn't quite catch that.

- You're good or you're... - good?

-I'm good. In fact, I'm great.

Dj: That's... Terrific.

Eddie: You naughty devil.

Jen: I think that lifting spell worked.

Feels lighter in here.

-Yeah, I would describe the air as tranquil.

-Mm-hm. -Uh, wait.

Jen: Keeran?

Aww. You alright, little buddy?

Jen: Oh my god! Wayne: We're too late!

The curse has settled into a virgin!

it hurts... Help me!

-Easy there, big guy.

-Helllp!

Sorry we have to do this, buddy.

We don't know what this curse is capable of.

wayne: Hush, keeran.

We're just trying to rip a demon from your body.

Okay, we need to surround him in a ring of salt

And recite an incantation.

-There's de-icing salt in the back.

I'll go grab that. You guard keeran.

-Whoa, you wanna leave me alone with incubus keeran?!

-No thank you much! -Jen: Ugh!

Virginia: Well, well, well...

What do we have here?

Okay, boner boy, safe word is blink twice.

okay!

Woman: mmm, I can't wait

To swallow you up.

-Swallow you up?

Woman: Mmm, in the back seat of your car...

-That's right, my gonad.

Eddie: Please, please wear the negligee I bought you.

-Oh, which one? -I dunno, I dunno.

Like the one I ripped off you last time we boned?

Woman: Oh, you're so bad! Eddie: You love it!

Dj: Excuse me, I forgot my, uh...

Vape.

-I didn't know you vaped.

-Oh, uh...

- Vape bros! - Yes!

What flavour you packin'?

-Pizza? -Sick!

Mine's cedarwood.

-Wow. -Very close!

-Yeah, so close. -Yeah!

-Alright, see ya!

I'm in unspeakable pain,

But I saved inventory night! -Mm-hm, mm-hm.

-No thanks to dj and his hurry-scurry shenanigans.

Come on, I saved the best box of chard' to celebrate!

-Ooh! -Uh-oh, what's gonna happen?

We're gonna drink!

-Get off my daughter!

Jen & wayne: Exorcizamus satanica spiritus!

-Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?

-Yeah.

-I just...

Uh, want to-- need to apologize

For not being much help tonight.

-Oh, dj, don't worry about it.

-No, the last thing I wanted to do was add

To your list of worries.

The bar, the wedding.

Speaking of...

I thought I picked up on something earlier.

Is everything really going okay with that?

honestly...

No.

Our caterers got shut down by the health inspector,

Eddie's divorced parents keep making death threats

At one another, and the church my grandma got married in

Has asbestos.

It was starting to feel like this whole thing was cursed.

-There's no easy way for me to--

-But then...

Who showed up with two tickets to cancun?

God, my sweet, sweet eddie.

We're gonna elope.

Anyway, we all good?

-Yup. All good.

all good!

Jen & wayne: Omnis satanica potestas!

Dj: What the hell is going on here?!

-There's a perfectly grounded explanation for all of--

-We're expelling the curse from keeran's body!

Dj: What? I thought I told you two

There's no such thing as curses!

-Okay, well, then how do you explain away all of tonight's

Weird, creepy occurrences like the golf ball tower exploding?

Keeran: Oh, uh, that was me.

I knocked into a wall and it caused a chain of destruction.

-Chain of destruction.

-Uh, well, the spooky black cat that was in here?

-Spooky black cat.

Chris: Oh, that's the alley cat I was feeding.

And why is a black cat so spooky, anyway?

-That's a good point, actually. -Oh, that's-- yeah.

Jen: What about the crow hitting the window, hmm? Yeah.

Cynthia: Oh, maybe because I just cleaned the windows;

Turned them into an avian death trap.

-I heard church bells! There's no churches around here.

-That was my phone reminder to take my birth control.

-At midnight?

-No one was asking about that!

Wayne: Alright, how do you explain away

Carrie on prom night over here?

-His tongue got caught in my braces

When we were smashin' mouth!

Wayne: Ugh, okay.

Jen: Huh.

Seems like you were right all along, boss man.

-No.

Cynthia was right.

I was distracted.

And when your leader is distracted,

How can you expect any less from your team?

I should have minded my business, literally.

-I'm glad you learned a lesson.

I think we all learned something tonight.

Some of us a little more than we would have liked!

Now, let's just clean up this unholy mess and go home.

Wayne: Yeah.

-Sorry I had to tie you up, buddy.

-Don't be.

I'm the luckiest boner boy in the world.

Cynthia:

Go to the car and read your bible, virginia!

-Sure, cynthia. I friggin' love god!

-Please don't fire me!

It's not your fault, keeran.

I wanted to believe that virginia was still

My innocent, little angel.

But...

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

-What does that mean?

-I have said too much.

Stay away from her, keeran, for your own sake.

Mama made a bad, bad baby...

Mmm!

-What...?

-How'd she take it?

-I didn't even tell her.

I'm a coward.

I mean, it's gonna crush her, man.

Do I know eddie's cheating on gwen?

Yeah, I do.

And does gwen have the right to know

That eddie's cheating on her?

Yeah, of course.

Do I wanna be the one to tell her

That eddie's cheating on her?

No, I do not.

I mean, what do you suppose I say?

"hey gwen, eddie's cheating on you!

"eddie's a giant cheating mccheater!"?

Gwen!

When did you get here?

-Just in time to hear "eddie's cheating on gwen"

About 75 times.

-Beep...

Boop... Beep?

Wayne: As if curses even exist.

Jen: I dunno what got into us!

-I can't believe I let a lesser mind lead me astray!

Trust me, it will never happen again.

Woman: Hello!

Uh, I'm looking for my glove.

I left it behind the other day.

Wayne: Did you? Um, glove?

No, I haven't seen it.

-He burned it! -We burned it together!

-But it was my mother's glove!

-So that was what you said! -Oh!

-Oh, man! We thought you cursed us.

so funny.

-Jeg forbander din blodlinje!

-Uh... -Is your translator app on?

-Make no mistake, that was a curse!

-I'll get the salt.

-Yeah.

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