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CHRISSS: [on phone] Mmm, yo, babes!

[exhales]

Can't stop thinkin' about you, you know?

From the moment mi meet ya 'pon de beach,

mi know ya a special , pretty gyal,

like a likkle coconut drop.

Anyway, baby, can you prepare me a barrel?

Foreign chips, yeah, man. You know man love it.

And put in some KD fuh me.

Mi say the girl 'pon the May West box

remind of your sweetness. Jesus!

- There's a... slight resemblance.

CHRISSS: Oh God, mi woulda risk it all

fi a bite 'a one 'a dem, you know, Carla?

And actually, one of dem, uh, bloodclaat ketchup chips.

Yeah, chat 'bout. A one Chris, you know.

Ah-ah-ah, and throw in an extra box 'a KD fuh me.

? Money can't buy me happiness...?

- Come on, dawg. - [breathing heavily]

- You can't just put your new materials on my fuckin'

suede couch.

- It's not new. This is old beam.

It was in the floors. Anything is built before 1960,

not need the beam.

- This house was built in 1975.

- Oh. - Good morning.

- [floor creaking] - Oh...

What was that?

[floor squeaking]

- Is this the fuckin' Telltale Heart? The fuck?

Look at my floor!

[floor squeaking]

- Okay.

- [sighs]

- Yeah. Alright, put it back.

- Or maybe it's just my new muscles, Everett!

[laughs]

[silence]

- Okay. - Bro, you gotta put this beam

back before my house collapses.

- Shit.

Is no problem.

Slight miscalculation from Armond.

- [ominous music] - Yes, hello.

EVERETT: Holy Vinay, where the fuck he come from?

KAVEH: Armond, how many time I'm telling you,

announce yourself when you walk into room?

ARMOND: Sorry, I was, uh, just getting some 2% milk.

But I actually overhear your convo about how this place

is from my favourite decade, the 1970s.

Um, actually, we're gonna need some more financials for this,

um, this beam over here.

- I didn't ask you to take the fuckin' spine out my house.

[gurgling sound]

- Ahh!

- I need you to put it back for free.

I'm not payin' you. - Don't be stupid.

I need to pay this guy so he can live.

RICKY: Everett, maybe the beam is better

feeling for the floor, Everett.

- Yes, this handsome guy's correct.

[mysterious music]

EVERETT: I need you to put this back for free.

I'm not paying you.

ARMOND: Okay, well, actually, if that is the circumstance,

then I'm going to have to resign.

Vertically gifted man, my apologies.

- You'll quit? For what, quit? We have work!

- Yeah, sorry, I apologize.

- That's your problem. - Go fuck yourself!

- Bro, you're not screaming at your employee in my house.

- Okay, yes, I'm gonna fix. - You're the boss. Fix it!

- I say I'm gonna fix it, right? I will fix it myself!

I don't care. - Perfect.

- So, just wait. It's gonna take some--

Why you leaving, man? Don't leave!

- Whatever, man. Alright, I'm in the van.

KAVEH: [muttering angrily]

Fucking asshole...

- [loud bang] - Fuck, man!

[reggaeton music]

? Trippin' down low ?

? Trippin' down low ?

? I like trippin' down low ?

[bass thumping in background]

[static noise buzzing]

EVERETT: [sighs] Mornin', Carla.

- Uh, Everett. A word?

- Please, no more words. I can't.

- Good luck with that!

[quietly] Turn around!

- Everett! [laughs] - Oh, shit. Hey, Dad.

- Wassup? - I was about to nip out.

I got two jobs today, so yeah.

- Carla say it just de one.

- Yeah, the one. It's a big one, though,

so it's like it's two phases.

So, like, basically, like, I gotta, uh...

- Son... take it easy, man. Have a seat.

- [sighs] What is--

- There's more to life than just work, work, work.

- Coming from you. What is this about?

- You know, since I retired, I'm livin'.

More than that... I'm lovin'.

[chuckles]

- What does that mean?

- I'm getting' engaged!

Headin' out to the Mediterranean cruise, tonight.

- What the fuck? Yo, easy now, big spenda!

- You gotta be generous with your love, son.

- Holy, gimme dat money, den.

Yeah, you're right.

So, what? You came here for my approval, or what?

- Approval?

You kiddin' me?

I'm here to get my speakers upgraded.

[static noise buzzing]

- How much did you make from this buyout?

- Cool yourself now, bredrin.

[chuckles] Shamee sayin' it won't take too long,

so hold onto de keys after that.

- Shamez. Alright, I got you.

- And make sure you start it up, you know?

Don't have it sitting like that.

- No worries. Yeah, I got you.

- And don't let Eric drive it.

- Oh, don't worry, he's not even gonna touch the keys.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got you, Dad.

- [laughs] Alright.

- Oh, yeah, good luck, man. Thanks for stoppin' by.

- You gotta be generous wit your love, son.

Generous wit me gyal.

Generous with your lover, Carla!

[laughs]

CHRISSS: [echoey voice] You know me love mi KD.

- What?

- What? What...

- What? - What?

- What? - What what?

- Didn't you have a word for me?

- Oh, right! [clears throat]

Okay, so you know how we're broke as shit?

[soca music in background]

Did you know that?

- Yeah, we paid six months' rent to two different landlords.

- Right. Sooo... - Your laptop's dead.

- Okay, fuck it. Fuck the computer. Okay.

I think we should apply for a grant.

- [music gets louder] - [static noise buzzing]

- Wait, wait, who's Grant?

- Immi-Grant.

- What about immigrants?

- [sighs] Shamez!

Please! I can't hear myself think!

- Why you need to hear yourself think for?

I don't even hear my own thoughts!

- [in Jamaican accent] Because ya not have none!

EVERETT: That was crazy.

- Sorry. I, um...

may have taken a little Jamaica home with me.

- Yeah, that's the end of that. - Got it. Right.

Okay, so "Immi-Grant" is a grant site.

They give up to 30K for small businesses

who prioritize hiring Black, male immigrants

who want to break in to the workforce.

And I'm sure you're thinking, "This would be great!"

[laughs] Um, "I wish that this was open to all new Canadians.

"This would be perfect for Ricky but... shoot."

- Not Black and shit. - Not Black.

Luckily, though, I happen to know a pretty special someone.

- Fuckin' Michael!

- What? - Michael!

- No! - Yes!

- He's undocumented, remember?

- Yeah, no, but he's gonna get married.

The other day he said his wedding's around the corner.

- [chuckles] - He's gonna propose!

- But if we need options...

- No, don't complicate it. Keep it simple.

That's a fuckin'-- yeah, that's a good idea.

Wow! Wow...

?

PAT: Fellas, welcome.

I am Pat, like "pat on the back for a job well"...

[Michael talking on phone in background]

- Oh, "done"? - Don't interrupt.

- Oh, shit.

- I have two rules. Play by them or there's the...

[Michael talking on phone in background]

- "Door"...? - Don't interrupt.

DOUG: [quietly] This bitch is brutal.

- What was that? - [ominous music]

- Oh, like... this is beautiful.

Like, the layout and the job and everything.

I'm really stoked to be here.

PAT: Don't interrupt.

A vegan research group is moving in first thing tomorrow,

so I'll need every cubicle up and running by EOD.

[Michael yelling angrily]

- Is there a problem here?

EVERETT: No, no, no, we run a tight operation,

so EOD is no problem for us.

Don't worry about that.

- Wish I had a nickel for every time I heard that.

The stairs are narrow, so one panel up at a time.

I don't care if you think you're Mr. Macho,

I'm not payin' your medical bills!

- [quietly] Definitely needs to get piped out.

- Wanna speak up, buddy? - [ominous music]

- Oh, uh... - [Michael talking in background]

- I was just saying he needs to pipe... pipe down back there!

- Stop, Doug.

- [phone beeping] - Eric? Phone?

- Brother. - Michael's on a business call.

- Bitch! Don't tell me to fuck off!

Don't-- don't tell me to fuck off!

- That's what you call business?

- Nah, that's what you call "gettin' the business."

[phone beeping]

- Type shit. - Type shit.

- [sighs]

- I'm sorry for losing my temper. I will not do dat again.

PAT: And these are the cubicle parts

and everything that you'll carry up.

Now, I know you're probably wondering, where is the...

- Where is the elevator? - Ding! It's busted.

DOUG: Oh, what the fuck?

HASSAN: I'm not doin' the stairs.

- Dude, we're fucked. - What was that, buddy?

- I said we're fucked. - Doug, language, please.

- What, there's more flights than an airport here.

- We're good, we're fine. Thank you, Pat.

PAT: Well, I think that about covers everything.

I will be in my office on the third floor

if ya need anything!

EVERETT: Thanks, Pat.

Alright, nigga, let's get this shit upstairs.

'Aight, Ricky, fuckin' Marcus, you guys are gonna be upstairs

receiving and building. Cool?

- So, just to be clear, I'm going to be receiving

and Marcus gonna help me, right?

- Yeah, that's right, Ricky. That's right, Ricky.

And Fuckin' Eric-- Enough with the phone, bro.

I'm not gonna keep sayin' it. Focus!

- Dawg, he's been on his phone all morning!

- He's on a fuckin' business call!

? De woman of my dreams! ?

- What business does he have?

- He needs to make sure his immigration situation

stays intact so we don't lose a mover

and I can stop fuckin' payin' his ass in Ethereum.

- How many times am I going to tell you I'm sorry?

- You know, I can supervise that. - Yes, please.

Make sure he's not fuckin' talkin' too crazy.

Everybody else, get a hand on somethin'. Eric?

- Fuck. Crazy.

CLOUDY: So, we got two guests. TYCO: Huh?

CLOUDY: One bedroom, one bathroom.

I'm thinkin' 100 bones a night.

- You're still coppin' this kush from Cheeks or...

- Ya broski, I'm tryin' to focus right now on the play.

- Say it, bro.

- How many clicks to the city, fam?

- 'Bout an hour, max.

- Okay, lemme see dat.

We're talkin' about one hour.

- Truth sayin', it's probably about two hours, max max,

if traffic is, like, super dees.

- I'ma say 30.

- Honestly, that's 15 more times.

- 15?

Are we doin' a smokin' ting or a non-smokin' ting?

- [strained voice] You tell me, nigga!

[both laugh]

- Yo! - Yeah, bro!

- Non-smokin' ting.

- What?!

- Broski, mans are tryin' to make bigger plays.

You gotta think about the demographic

we're tryin' to reach.

- Ah! Yeah, yeah. - Broski, we're da landlords!

- Ahh! - [both laugh]

- We're da land-cros. - We're da land-cros!

We're da land-cros! - Yo, we're da land-cros!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, write dat, write dat, land-cro!

I'm still gonna tump my spliff

whenever in this fuckin' piece 'a shit.

- What you tryin' to do with the loot we make from this?

- I'll probably try to go to Ibitha.

- Where is that? - Ibitha?

- Where is that be? - Ibitha?

- Ibitha? - Ibitha.

- Ibitha? Yo, I was talkin' to a ting.

Her name was Ibitha. - She from Ibitha?

- Broski, I'm not even too sure, to be honest wit you.

- Holy.

- Don't even know where dat is geographically.

- Same. But I'm tryin' to go! I'm tryin' to go!

- Yeah! - I'm tryin' to go!

I'm 'bout it! I'm 'bout it!

- How much even is that? - I'm 'bout it!

[knock at door]

[ominous music]

- [knock at door] - Yo, who is that?

Yo, is that the feds?

You tell me that's the feds, if that's the feds

I'll jump out de back real quick.

- Lemme see, one sec.

Yo! Tyc, don't worry, it's not the feds, B!

Yo, yo, yo! Furniture reach!

Kavity!

- [floor squeaking] - [knock on door]

KAVEH: End of day! You know end of day?

- Yo, lock your beak!

- I have a shipment for a Mr. Everett Saunders.

- Ho- ly , fam!

[laughs]

Yo, the brown on brown on brown, eh?

- The man's in all brown?

CLOUDY: Family, the man's in all brown like a tree!

- Aahhh!

Yo, swing a fuckin' picture! I need to see dat, bro!

- It's the same old uniform it's always been.

- Sayin' you're a freshie, ah lie?

- I'll just get you to sign here and I'll be on my way.

- Yo, you need to pree dis!

- Yo, text me a pic, right now!

- Yeah, yo, gimme one sec! One sec!

Yo, broski, say cheese.

- Yo, swing a pic, bro!

- Okay, when we're done with the photos,

can I just get you to sign here?

- Yeah, oh-- Yo, Tycs, you got dat?

- Baaahhh! [screaming and stomping]

- You see what I'm talkin' about, though?!

- Yo, ask the man what baby he snatch his shorts off of!

[both cackling]

CLOUDY: Broski, if you come to the door right now,

you're gonna see him!

TYCO: Aaahh! Look at his shorts! [cackling]

- Yo, yo, my G, yo, listen, broski,

I'll sign dis as soon as all dis...

goes to the side door.

Our guy's ready for you. Y'know wha' I mean?

- It's not really my job.

- 'Kay...

But it's man's job to get this scribble, no?

- [sighs] - Yeah.

Go drop dat. - I have a bad back.

I don't wanna make the extra trip if I don't have to.

- Side door, my guy!

Side!

- [sighs]

- Broski, when you get back, I'll sign de ting for you.

Don't worry. Y'know wha' I mean?

- [Tyco laughing] - I'll even do a likkle survey.

Y'know, get employee of de month ting, all dat jazz.

[Tyco yelling excitedly]

aby, I no flirt. I no flirt.

I only tell her dat her dress fit nice, you know?

ERIC: [whistling] Yo!

Yo, are you craz-- yo, cut the phone off, man!

- Because she look cute in dat dress.

ERIC: Are you fuckin' crazy?

Yo, hang the phone up. Cut the phone.

Yo, cut the phone out.

[Michael continues talking]

Doug, you seen Hassan?

- Uh, I'm pretty sure he said he was praying,

but that was like an hour ago.

- Fuckin' guy is praying until the job is over, man.

I know these ones.

- No, dude, I had a couple buddies that converted to Islam

and, like, they pray a bunch.

- I'm callin' him, bro. Fuck that, bro.

You guys wanna cheap out on work,

got me doin' all the work.

- Yo, Eric, with the fuckin' phone, man!

ERIC: Dawg, seriously, bro.

You crazy?

You just throw my shit in the garbage?

- Dawg, we're this close to some real fuckin' money motion, bro.

Grand Marlow type shit. Profitable jobs.

But I need you to be serious. - I'm serious!

- You on your fuckin' phone is not being serious!

- This fuckin' guy's been on his phone all morning.

- Where'd he go? Oh, fuck.

Alright, yo, leave it, leave it. Don't worry about that shit.

- Yeah, just leave it. [kisses teeth]

Lucky this bag is clean, man.

Fuck, bro.

Yeah, make a real call now.

KAVEH: No, no, man! What are you doing?

Not here! - What?

I was told the side door. I triple-checked.

- Triple-check what I'm saying, man!

Front door!

- Yo! That better not be my front door you're talking about, eh?

DELIVERY MAN: See, that's what he said!

- Fuck what he say, man! This guy is uneducated!

- Your roommate told me the side door.

KAVEH: Roommate?

Roommate?! I don't have roommate!

I am professional, man! I am working!

- Are you serious? - Do I look joking?

- Can you just shove the boxes downstairs?

My back can't handle moving them again.

- I'm gonna take the box and I'm gonna shove it in your ass!

Fuck your back! Move this shit back to front!

ZLAD: [voicemail] You've reached Zlad Johnson.

Leave me a message and I'll get right back to ya!

ERIC: Zlad, just callin' about that job offer.

Listen, uh, if it's still on the table, um,

I'm game, so gimme a call back.

Yeah, uh, by the way, it's Eric from Sha-scam.

Yep.

[ominous music]

- Marcus? Marcus? You see what's happening here?

- [sighs] Ah-ah!

RICARDO: Everett say you build! MARCUS: You trapped us in here!

CLOUDY: Yo, broski, what are you doin'?

TYCO: Yo, what the hell? Off de porch, bro!

- Yo, Tycs, chill, chill! - Yeah, my fault, my fault.

- Broski, move that to the side, B!

KAVEH: I said not till the end of the day!

Why you not listen?

- End of the day is when? It's now!

- 5:00 PM! It's not 5:00 PM!

- Check the watch. - What's it say?

- I never set the time. Just a fashion ting.

- You can't even read a watch!

- Who can't read? Who can't read?

- Fuck you! - Family! Listen!

Move that to the side of the building

or we're gonna have a problem!

- Yo, jump off de whip wit your cheeks, bro.

You're gonna leave a cheek gap!

- Yeah! - Yo!

CLOUDY: You're gonna get a one-star review, eh?

- Yeah. Yeah! - A one-star review!

- In your likkle tight shorts, bro.

[talking over each other]

- Man's dressing like he's Curious George.

[both screaming with laughter]

MARCUS: Ricky, I need you to focus.

- Uh, I'm sorry for rushing, but I think

I'm gonna shit my slushies, man.

[stomach rumbling]

- Hey, shit in your slushie pant? - Yeah.

- Ricky, Ricky, I need you to detach the corner.

- Marcus, it's coming, man.

- If the boss sees this, I'm going to shit in my pant!

- Help me, please! I'm shitting my pants!

MARCUS: Ricky! Ricky!

Ah-- Ricky! Ah-ah! Ricky! Ricky!

Ricky! Ricky! Ricky! Ricky!

- Sorry, Marcus!

- [loud farting] - Ah... ah-hah...

- [loud bangs] - [Ricky groaning]

I'm sorry, Marcus! I'll help you with that after, okay?

I need to shit!

- [no accent] What the actual fuckin' fuck ?

[walls crash down]

- Marcus?

- [laughs nervously]

- You just lose your accent?

- Ah-hah?

- I thought I just heard you--

- [in Nigerian accent] No, boss. Mm-mm.

- I thought I just heard-- - Doug, boss.

Doug, Doug. - Doug's downstairs.

And what about these panels? Why the panels still down?

- [drill whirring] - Sorry, boss.

I did not notice, so...

- Come on, get it together, bro.

Where's Michael? Where's your nephew?

And what about his relationship? You think it's in a good place?

- [scoffs] Ha! - Fuck.

- [laughs nervously] - Alright.

EVERETT: Call Michael.

[toilet flushes]

[Muzak playing in background]

- Tough guy.

[door creaking]

[lighter flicks]

[Muzak continues]

[fire alarm blaring]

PAT: God, if I had a dime for every bathroom smoking party

I broke up-- - Hey, Pat?

EVERETT: No, no, no, Doug. Doug...

- At my last moving company, there was this guy

that was smokin' heroin in one of the back

of the movers' trucks-- - Shh!

Not in front of the client, Doug.

- No, it was right there in front of the client.

- Alright, Ricky's-- sorry--

- You know, I'm having second thoughts about callin' you guys.

- We're gonna tear it up once we get back--

MARCUS: Don't! Don't! [breathing heavily]

Don't... worry... I'm...

here!

I had to finish the rest of the cubicles by myself.

- EVERETT: Yo, yo, yo. - Myself!

Myself ! - You're good, you're good.

- Wow, if I had a penny for every time a worker put us first,

I would have one penny.

EVERETT: Exactly, that's the Shazam way.

Even in a fire, it's all about customer satisfaction.

- I think maybe you're just being selfish.

Why are you doin' like...? Please!

- Yeah, you know he's still on the phone, right?

- If dat's what you want to do, divorce me!

Send me back to Nigeria!

EVERETT: Okay, Pat, I gotta go back to HQ,

but you're in good hands with these guys.

Hassan, supervise this, 'aight?

- Yeah, I'ma sleeper-vise. Supervise.

- There it is, there it is.

Michael, man, come on. Come on, let's go.

MICHAEL: She wants to send me to Nigeria!

- Don't talk like that. No, no, no, no, no.

You're stayin' in Canada. You're not goin' to Nigeria.

I'll talk to her. I'll talk to her. Come on.

Yo, hello? [Michael sobbing]

EVERETT: So, Michael, man. Talk to me, man.

What's goin' on with you and the lady?

All this screamin' and shit at work?

What's up wit dat?

- [sighs] - [sentimental music]

- I thought I was hearin' wedding bells.

"I'm goin' to marry my lolo, papers, dis, dat."

What 'bout dat?

- Boss, we are... we are takin' a break.

- A break?

Fuck the break!

A break is childish! You're a grown man!

- Suzanne thinks I work too much.

- You work too much? [laughs]

You're barely part time.

Look, man, maybe she has a point, though, right?

There's more to life than just work, work, work.

Money, money, money.

For the right woman, Sally and shit...

- Suzanne, Suzanne. - Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sometimes I think she only wants a ring.

- A lifetime commitment is the least you could do.

You know, you gotta be generous with your love.

MR. SAUNDERS: [echoey voice] Generous with your love...

- Look, as your boss, I'ma let you know,

you gotta step it up.

You gotta man up and go for the things that you want.

MICHAEL: Fuck de break, boss. No more break again.

- Yes, yeah! - No more break.

Fuck de break.

- Fuck de break. Fuck the brakes!

- [cars honking] - [tires squealing]

- My fault, my fault! I shoulda braked.

I shoulda braked. I shoulda braked.

Look, man, stop wastin' time, 'cause it could be over

just like that. You saw that shit?

Could have been dead.

You need-- I need this. You need this. You need this.

You need this!

- Yes, boss, I will-- I will fix the problem,

and I will ask her to marry me. - Yes. Yes!

- Suzanne, will you marry me? - Yeah. Yes!

- That's good?

- That's what we're talkin' about, man!

Yeah, permanent residence, my lolo!

Boss, you know sometimes, sometimes-- ah!

I think God put you in my life for a reason.

God is good.

- Yeah, you're absolutely right, man.

I did almost murder us back there just now, but...

we're all good, man. We're here.

- Yeah.

- Where you live again?

- Have a good trip! - Alright. You're done.

- Stay safe.

- [straining] Oh my God... - Stay true.

- I can't fuckin' do this anymore.

- [door opens] - EVERETT: Sea breezy!

Let's pull the trigger on Michael's grant application.

Hey, I bought a modular air fryer;

it's been fuckin' three weeks.

Can you guys step on it?

CARLA: Oh, wait-- Michael's good for it?

- Yeah, he's all good. I talked to him.

He's getting' married. It's all good. It's official.

We're fuckin' rippin'.

- Okay... - Yes! Woo!

- Well, if there's any doubt, any doubt at all...

- Yeah, yeah, no doubt. - [door slams]

- Got another sweetie who's gonna be

a permanent resident soon.

- [drilling in basement] - [floor squeaking]

- Hey, Kaveh!

Man's dropped the last box!

- Yeah, okay!

Bring it! I'm ready!

- Not even! You move dat!

KAVEH: You bring it, man! You fuckin'-- I'm working!

- What's goin' on with this guy?

- Yeah! What you guys dealin' with?

- What's the deal with all these boxes, bro?

What the fuck is this? Why you laughin'?

- Welcome home, cuz! Whaddya sayin'?

- Why you laughin'? - Ricky, you're blessed?

- Yeah. - Don't worry about dis.

Yo, don't worry about de boxes.

Eh, don't watch dat too tough.

They'll be downstairs just now, see?

- Why dey upstairs just now?

- Dey be downstairs just now, broski.

- Everett, you ordering something or...

- No, but I guess this is a fuckin' post office, huh?

- The floor looking like really... lower, a little bit?

- [door slams] - [floor creaking]

- You see that, right? - It's creakin'.

- Yeah, yeah. - What's all this?

- [loud crash] - [Kaveh screams]

[ominous music]

[Kaveh coughing]

- Is this the beam from the basement?

- Yes.

- Slight miscalculation.

[can rolling and clanging]

?

?

CHRISSS: [voice] Yo, dawg!

Look what me Canadian girl sent fuh me!

Backside, yout'!

Bumbaclaat! What's dat?

Look 'pon de fruit ting.

Oh, de Krispies, dem 'a rice!

Look 'pon de chips!

'Pon de KD, yout'!

Yes!

A likkle cleaner. Me can clean de toilet.

Bumbaclaat. Buncha Pringle dem.

You know, we no mingle dem.

Boy, buncha May West.

Yes!

Fluff.

You know me love me gyal den. Fluff.

Bloodclaat!

Bumbaclaat! What's dat?

Yooo!

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