All language subtitles for Stealing.The.S3_[eng]

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(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(TRAFFIC PASSING)

(♪♪♪)

(SIRENS WAILING IN BACKGROUND)

Maggie!

(DOGS BARKING IN BACKGROUND)

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

MAN 1:
(SPEAKS URDU)

GIRL 1:
Hey, can you pass that ball?

Woah. (GRUNTS)

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

BOY 1:
Oh!

That's a ball.

Shit!

Sorry.

(BACKGROUND CHATTER)

(♪♪♪)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Uh.

(SIGHS)

(♪♪♪)

(GLASSES CLINK)

(♪♪♪)

(WATER RUNNING)

(♪♪♪)

(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)

Get.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

(SPRAYING)

Hello?

It's Winny and Evan,

we booked your loft
for tonight.

Hi.

Um...

WINNY:
There aren't any keys in the lock box.

I know.
I haven't put them in yet.

Check-in isn't until 4:00.

WINNY:
We know, but we beat the traffic.

Uh, would you buzz us up,
please?

EVAN:
We don't have any money.

- WINNY: H-- hello?
- WOMAN 1: That's alright!

WINNY:
Hello?

The buzzer's broken.

Just pull on the door.

- WOMAN 1: All I'm asking for--
- WINNY: I can't hear you.

There's a homeless woman
shouting at us.

WOMAN 1:
Is 10 fucking dollars, which you get--

Pull on the door.

It will open.

WINNY:
What?

WOMAN 1:
I sensed that you got money.

Fucking God.

WOMAN 1:
So, why don't you give me some of your money?

I'll come down.

(SIGHS)

(♪♪♪)

I know what you're thinking,
but the loft, it's really nice.

(♪♪♪)

Wow.

Is that a shoe?

- Jesus!
- Are you all right?

Christ!

(INHALES)

Oh, hey, Gloria.

(♪♪♪)

WINNY:
Oh.

EVAN:
Alright.

WINNY:
Very nice.

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

It's very Flashdance.

- I was not expecting this.
- Mm-mm.

(CHUCKLES)

Darling, look.

- Look at all the teacups.
- (EVAN CHUCKLES)

Is there one
with Meghan Markle on it?

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, babe, look.

WINNY:
No.

Yes.

That is so adorable.

EVAN:
You're like a little frog, huh?

- Oh yes.
- (CHUCKLES)

Oh, you're so naughty.

She's still there.
She's looking...

We saw the demolition notice
out front.

Are they knocking down
the building?

I'm still hoping
it won't happen.

I count like, six cranes.

WINNY:
Darling, look.

(GASPS)

Who were all those people
hanging around outside

when we got here?

It's a refugee centre.

WINNY:
Oh.

Is it safe?

It's a lot of families.

See, you don't have
to live like a refugee...

WOMAN 2:
I-- I probably wouldn't do that.

It's good.

WINNY:
Oh, darling, look.

You can see right into
their windows.

EVAN:
Oh.

- Mm.
- Kinky.

(CHUCKLES)

They actually--

Ugh. They come here
and all they do is pray.

Boring.
Oh well, maybe he's lonely, huh?

(WINNY CHUCKLES)

WINNY:
Lonely?

Those guys all have
like 10 wives.

10, wow.

(CLANKING)

What is that noise?

It's like Chitty Chitty
Bang Bang in here.

The heat's clanking on.

It just-- it just clamps
for a few minutes.

Oh.

Um, do you live here?

WOMAN 2:
Sometimes.

I have another home I go to
when this is rented.

WINNY:
So bad.

She's right there.

- EVAN: She likes it.
- (CHUCKLES)

We're the most action she's had
in years.

- Truly.
- (CHUCKLE)

Oh, God.

- You're still here?
- (CHUCKLES)

WOMAN 2:
I'm going.

- Just making it perfect.
- WINNY: Sorry.

WINNY:
It's lovely.

(CHUCKLE)

WOMAN 2:
Have a good night.

Oh, we will.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(PAPER CRINKLING)

(SIGHS)

(PAPER CRINKLING)

(SIGHS)

(♪♪♪)

WOMAN 3:
I don't know how you do it.

Have all these strange people
in your home,

sleeping in your bed.

I try to do that Buddhist thing

and I think of it like
we're all one.

(SPRAYING)

Most people who stay here
seem pretty normal.

Who wants a carrot?

Oh.

I got the eviction notice
yesterday.

How long do you have?

60 days.

WOMAN 3:
Why aren't you freaking out?

I am inside.

WOMAN 3:
Well, what are you gonna do?

I don't know.
I don't wanna talk about it.

I just-- I kinda just hope
I die in my sleep.

WOMAN 3:
Well, you might.

I mean tonight.

Well, it's not like you
didn't know this was coming.

And you're lucky, you have
David's to go to.

(SPRAYING)

Do you want some?

How can you eat leftovers
from people you don't know?

This one hasn't been touched.

Okay, this bass is
driving me nut--

Just bang on the wall
and she'll turn it down.

(KNOCKS)

(BANGS)

NEIGHBOUR:
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

I heard you the first time.

So, how is it working out,
staying with David?

Mm.

Lugging stuff back
and forth was a little tough.

(THUD, CLANK)

WOMAN 3:
Was?

What do you mean was?

Aren't you still staying
with David?

Holly?

Holly!

I found another stash of USBs.

No, I know you said that
as long as he's having sex

with me I have nothing
to worry about,

but I can't stand it anymore.

Is it still mostly Filipina?

Ish.

Oh, it's fine.

When she's on my phone,
I can say anything.

Watch.

Hey, Gia, I cooked Scooter.

That's her new kitten.

Hey, Gia, I cooked Scooter
and ate him for breakfast.

I don't even know
why he's with me

when I'm obviously not
what he wants.

Every man has a fantasy
fuck time.

Ugh.

It doesn't mean he doesn't
love you.

Every time I see an Asian woman,
I get these flashbacks.

WOMAN 3:
What if David had a thing for unicorns?

Would it still be an issue,
because they aren't real.

Oh, God.

What am I gonna do?

I'd-- I'd let you stay
in my guest bedroom if I could,

but Grant's funny about
people staying over.

HOLLY:
It's okay.

It has nothing to do with you.

He-- he was so drunk that night.

Okay, can we talk about
something else?

(CLANKING)

Is Princess Marilyn still
in town shooting?

HOLLY:
Well, she wrapped a few weeks ago,

but she's staying at the SoHo
until her Dad dies.

Why aren't you staying
with her?

Honestly, I felt like more
of a loser staying with her

- than I do in my storage room.
- Ugh.

But she said if I put myself
on tape,

she'd try to get me on
the next season.

Really?

Yeah, I guess they're giving
her a-- a sister

who shows up on Tara.

(CHUCKLES) That's the planet
she discovered in season two.

Oh, are you still having
those insane fights?

Yeah.

She's famous now, right?

HOLLY:
Well, Canadian famous.

Oh.

Forget it then.

You know, I don't understand
why people have to use

every single friggin' towel.

- WOMAN 3: Oh God.
- MAN 2: Excuse me.

MAN 2:
Coming in.

When did you find the porn?

A few days ago.

A few days?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I knew you'd say
that it wasn't a big deal.

But you don't understand
how much there is

and how bad it makes me feel.

Where have you been staying?

The last few nights back
in my storage room.

Oh, for the love of God.

Well, Bryce said I could
stay with him.

No.

You think he still likes me
that way, but he doesn't.

Okay.

It's just that his--
his place is so cluttered,

and chaotic, and crazy.

The porn is one thing,
but it's-- it's--

it's all the lying.

It's all the lying about it

I don't know if I like you
watching that.

MAN 2:
Thank you, ladies.

Well, it's, it's like
I'm looking at the sky

and it's blue,
and I know it's blue,

but then he tells me
that I've got it wrong,

that the sky's red.

And I wanna believe him,
because we're supposed

to be getting married,

than believe that he'd lie to me

and let me go on thinking
I'm the crazy one.

It's obviously blue.

Anybody can see that.

I wish I would've set you up
with Kageepan.

The short guy who works
for Grant?

He'll look a lot taller when
he's standing on all his money.

This is the third engagement
you've broken off

in the 22 years
I've known you.

I think you should try
to work it out.

Okay, just doesn't matter,
because I don't think

I'm in love with him anymore,

and I need to be in love
with the man I marry.

I'm not like you.

Oh, I didn't love Grant
when I married him?

Of course, I loved him,

and I'm not the one renting
out my home to strangers,

so I can pay my bills.

Well, it's not like you...

What?

Say what you were gonna say.

Say it.

Fine!

Our house is paid in full.

But who pays for it?

Oh, I see.

So, you're the better person now

because you struggle
and starve.

- I don't wanna fight.
- We're not fighting.

I just happen to think
martyrdom is overrated.

It's called being true
to myself.

Oh, here we go.

No. I don't need a man
to complete me.

- Whatever.
- No, not whatever!

And if it means I let
strangers fuck in my bed

and I eat perfectly good food
they leave in my fridge

rather than wasting money
on Grubr friggin' Eats

and ding-dong dumbbell
door crash,

that is my choice.

Your gig is up when the
building comes down,

and then what?

I'll burn that bridge
when I get to it.

- WOMAN 3: You have 60 days.
- Excuse me.

I know.

David adores you.

WOMAN 3:
He would've taken care of you for the rest of your life.

You haven't heard a thing
I've said!

Stop pretending the writing
isn't on the wall.

It's perfect.

Good evening.

We book room for the night.

Gia.

Mommy, when you die,
will I get your phone?

Ugh, let's go.

You're a little early.

I-- I-- I charge extra when
people come early.

No, no. No pay extra.

Where is the key?
Nothing in lockbox.

You're very early.

I haven't put them in yet.

MAN 3:
You can go now, please.

We will take good care of home.

- Where is the key?
- (HOLLY SIGHS)

- Key.
- (KEYS JINGLE)

(HOLLY SIGHS)

(DRAGGING STUFF)

Nice.

(KEYS JINGLE)

(UNLOCKS)

(♪♪♪)

(SHUTS)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SNIFFLES)

(SOBS)

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

(BACKGROUND CHATTER)

(PHONE DINGS)

SPIRITUALIST: (ON HEADPHONES)
You are here to enable the divine purpose

of the universe to unfold.

That is how important you are.

The more you're identified
with your thinking,

the less present you are as
the watching consciousness.

The stronger the emotional
energy change will be,

whether you're aware of it
or not,

if you cannot feel
your emotions,

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

You will eventually experience
them on a purely physical level,

as a physical problem
or symptom.

A great deal has been written
about this in recent years.

(PHONE DINGS)

SPIRITUALIST:
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(SIGHS)

may even manifest

as an external event
that appears

to just happen to you.

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

(SIGHS)

SPIRITUALIST:
Observed that people who carry a lot of anger inside,

- not being aware of it.
- Fuck off.

SPIRITUALIST:
And without expressing it, are more likely to be attacked.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

SPIRITUALIST:
...for no apparent reason.

They have a strong
inclination...

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(PHONE DINGS)

If you have difficulty
feeling emotions...

Fuck! God!

SPIRITUALIST:
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

What?

Who the hell are you?

SPIRITUALIST:
...peace are possible,

whenever a gap occurs
in the stream of thought.

Fuck.

SPIRITUALIST:
For most people,

such gaps occur rarely
and only accidentally.

In moments, when the mind is
rendered speechless,

some things trigger
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

extreme physical exhaustion,
or even...

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ah!

What the hell?

(♪♪♪)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

SPIRITUALIST:
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(SCREAMS)

MARILYN:
Turn your music down.

It's not music.

It's Eckhart.

Oh, Jesus.

You scared me to death,
Marilyn.

Do you know that when you Google
this place,

the first thing that pops up
is a bedbug registry?

I know.

Oh my God.

Why didn't you tell me?
Oh my God!

HOLLY:
All the reports were from 2017.

Everywhere in Toronto had them.

I'm itchy just thinking
about it.

Oh my God.

That is all in your head.

The sooner they knock that
shithole down, the better.

It's fine.

Okay, I finished Dad's
obituary.

I need you to uh, check it
for typos

and sign off on it.

Dad hasn't died yet.

I know, but when he does,

it'll be one less thing
to worry about.

Okay.

Oh, and I was thinking
about the hymns.

Yeah, well, as the executor--

When are you gonna stop with
the I'm executor bullshit?

I personally happen to
believe in open

and honest communication.

You started talking about
a funeral right in front of him.

Yeah, that's 'cause he has
no fucking idea--

Asking him what songs he
wants sung--

He thinks we're from the church.

In the-- in the service,
what kind of food

he wants served
at the reception.

Who does that?

Okay, I get it.

I'm sorry about David.

Your texts.

Your phone was lighting up
when I came in.

What?

Did you read this?

No.

(GRUNTS)

When's the last time you
actually visited Dad anyway?

I was there two days ago,
and I'm going again tomorrow.

Yeah. And what's with all,
the uh, yellow sticky notes

- stuck to everything,
- "For Marilyn" written on them.

Well, I don't want to talk
about this either,

but I have started going
through Dad's things.

I'm sure you have.

You know, if Dad owned his house
instead of paying off

all of your credit card debt,

then we could take
all the time we want.

But he doesn't, so we can't.

You really need more stuff?

If there is something
that I've already marked

that you feel strongly about,
I'm-- I'm open to discussing it.

Nan said before he even got
sick you started taking stuff.

Nan also claimed that Dad
promised her the French Limoges.

I mean, as if a cleaning woman
has any use

for French Limoges.

You know hoarding?

It's officially recognized
now as a mental illness.

Wow.

You still sticking your finger
down your throat

every time you eat a carrot?

I haven't done that in 20 years.

You know that.

You're always jealous, because
I've always been thinner--

- (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
- Than you!

You keep bringing it up
all the time.

Do you know what you put
our parents through?

Do you know how many times
I came home

and Mom was crying,
"What's gonna happen?

Where's Holly? Is she okay?"

Dad? "Ho-- Holly?"

Nobody gave a fuck where
Marilyn was.

Nobody.

You always have to do that
because you're not even--

- What do you want?
- I--

I love that boat.

What stupid boat?

Because I was with him
when he built it.

Oh my God, the boat.

First, uh...

(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

Where do you put all the stuff?
Where?

Do you have a separate,
like--

I have a couple storage
rooms myself.

Yeah, no kidding.

I hide it.

HOLLY:
What is wrong with you?

MARILYN:
All right.

All right.

I got other coloured
sticky notes if you want.

Just don't use yellow.

There-- there's some pink ones.

I think I have a few left
of those.

HOLLY:
I don't wanna fight with you anymore.

But you're mean sometimes.

You bring out that in me.

And you always take
everything.

Why do you do that?

You're losing everything.
Where would you put it anyway?

(SIGHS)

(PLAYING HARMONICA)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(♪♪♪)

MAN 1:
Hello.

ASIAN WOMAN:
Hi.

(CHUCKLES)

MAN 1:
Hi.

(♪♪♪)

Hi.

Sorry, I was on a call.

I'm no limousine service.

Nobody's paying me to wait.

(SHUTS DOORS)

WOMAN 4:
It's not baseball, two strikes, you're out.

(KEYS JINGLE)

(♪♪♪)

HOLLY:
Oh, hey.

Are you my reservation?

I can't get any of these open.

HOLLY:
No. (CHUCKLES)

HOLLY:
You have the wrong lock box.

It was the one around
the corner.

- Oh.
- HOLLY: I have the keys.

Sorry.

(HOLLY SIGHS)

HOLLY:
I'm just gonna show you in super quickly,

and then I'll take off, okay?

(DOOR BUZZES)

HOLLY:
Your name's Tom, right?

Oh, uh, yes.

- Holly.
- Hi, Tom.

(DOOR BUZZING)

Why is it making that noise?

The-- the buzzer's broken.

(SIGHS)

Is it always just unlocked
like this?

No.
It'll-- it'll be fixed tomorrow.

(CLACKING)

HOLLY:
It's...

It's safe.

Okay.

Can I carry something?

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm fine.

Really just the-- whoa.

Sorry.

Sorry. I'm...

I'm sorry it's a brand new suit

and I just bought it
for tonight.

Uh, I have a date.

- HOLLY: Oh.
- It's my birthday.

Oh, happy birthday.

Thanks.

One of my arms is longer
than the other,

and I was--
I was just really worried

that they wouldn't have it
altered in time.

But they did.

Yes.

Yes, yes, they did.

(♪♪♪)

HOLLY:
I know what you're thinking.

but Rome wasn't burnt in a day.

Built.

What?

Nothing.

(SIGHS)

TOM:
Uh, well, I'm uh...

I'm cooking dinner for my date,

and then uh,
I'm uh, taking her flying.

HOLLY:
Oh, you're a pilot?

TOM:
Uh, I have a couple of planes I fly on a regular basis.

HOLLY:
That is so cool.

TOM:
Yeah.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(EXHALES)

HOLLY:
Oh. Oh, no.

We're-- we're not allowed
to use it.

It's-- it's kind of my fault,
so, I-- I can't really complain.

See, my-- my boyfriend--

I mean, my ex-boyfriend,
he got stuck

And he-- he's claustrophobic,
so he got a little freaked out.

(SHOUTS)

Get me the fuck out
of this elevator!

HOLLY:
He used to get bullied in school.

They'd lock him in lockers.

TOM:
Humans are the cruelest animals.

HOLLY:
Long story short.

Oh.

Sorry, I'm rambling.

Oh. I-- I-- I'd rather
listen than talk.

Really?

You must have a lot of friends.

Not really.

Oh, shoot!

Oh. Are you okay?

It's okay. Sorry.

Hi, Gloria.

Come in.

(DOOR SHUTS)

HOLLY:
Okay.

- Have a good birthday.
- Thank you.

Uh, checkout's at 11:00.

I'll uh, leave the keys,

and if you can put them back
in the lockbox?

- The one around in the corner?
- Mm-hmm.

HOLLY:
Oh, and have fun flying.

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

(BUZZING)

(♪♪♪)

(WATER DRIPPING)

(♪♪♪)

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Oh, hello Zena.

Um, may I-- may I take
your coat?

You certainly look uh,
scumptious.

Sorry.

You look-- you look--
you look nice.

(SIGHS)

Oh, hello there.

Come on in.
Can I uh, about a--

Can I-- can I take your coat?

Just finishing up this cucumber.

Uh, hi, hi, Zena!

Hi, Zena.

Hey, come on, come on in.

Can I-- here, let me--

I'll take that.

You look uh, yeah,
you look good.

Huh.

No.

Hey, girl.

(GRUNTS)

(TINKLING)

(FARTS)

(EXHALES)

This whole area needs
to be done.

(SPRAYING)

That's not enough.

And Kevin, you missed one.

(SPRAYING)

(COUGHS)

(SPRAYING)

(SIGHS)

(♪♪♪)

HOLLY:
Bryce?

(DISHES CLANKING)

HOLLY:
Bryce?

- Hey.
- Hey.

It's so dry in here.

That could be why you get
nosebleeds.

Could be.

What are you working on?

BRYCE:
Calculating the biometric air pressure

in relation to the preloaded
measurements

that will surpass
the physical limit

of my turbine's main
force field.

Cool.

Oh.

When did you get a fish?

BRYCE:
Right after you left me.

HOLLY:
Hello.

What's his name?

Her name...

(SNIFFLES)

Is Family.

(HOLLY CHUCKLES)

Oh, the train set looks great.

Thanks.

But where are all the people?

BRYCE:
Actually, I prefer it without people.

HOLLY:
Why?

Well, people hurt.

Hey, you know what?

I think we should do
your audition.

Uh, no.

No, I don't-- I don't--

I don't want to.
I don't feel like it.

Holly, Marilyn's gonna put you
on her show.

You gotta knuckle down.

You gotta be serious.

This is a good chance.

You-- you need a plan B.

Plan B is suicide.

- BRYCE: Really?
- Mm-hmm.

I don't like it when you talk
like that.

Come on.

Where are all your clothes?

BRYCE:
They're around.

Most of them are in the bathtub.

I set everything up for you.

Did you bring your sides?

HOLLY:
No.

- Come on.
- HOLLY: What?

Let's go.
It'll be fun.

Can we have quiet time?

BRYCE:
Sure.

or a hummus or something?

Hello, Family.

(♪♪♪)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(GRUNTS)

Man, you're killing me
with smell.

When last time you wash feet?

(RADIO STATIC)

Would you please either just
tune that in

or shut it off?

It's a piece of shit van

Only way keep it quiet,
turn the dial.

Give you tunnel carpal syndrome.

(SHUTS DOOR)

Many men can do this job.

(RADIO STATIC)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TRAIN PASSING)

(♪♪♪)

HOLLY:
And the radioactive plutonic particles divert

paradoxically from Neptom's
solar atomic nucleus.

BRYCE:
Pow!

Pow!

(MIMICS EXPLOSIONS)

You need to come in as soon
as I say my line.

BRYCE:
Huh?

Press stop.

BRYCE:
Okay.

(BEEP)

BRYCE:
But why did we stop?

That was such a good one.

Believe me, you're fantastic.

You're doing such a good job.

Except don't do that googly
thing with your eyes,

that's not good.

But we need another one.

Good.

And let me be the judge
of the cutting.

I'll be the judge of
the cutting.

You need to cut as soon as
I say my line.

Alright, Holly, show me.

Which line?

"The radioactive plutonic
particles divert

paradoxically from Neptom's
and solar atomic nucleus."

Oh, okay, that line.

Okay.

You know what?

Like, let's do another one.

(TRAIN PASSING)

(CLICKS LIGHTER)

(PIPES CLANKING)

What the...

(EXHALES)

(CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(EXHALES)

(PIPES CLANK)

(TRAIN PASSING)

(EXHALES)

HOLLY:
Sorry I got mad at you.

Yeah, I'm sorry I messed up
your audition.

You are so talented,
you know?

(BRYCE SIGHS)

HOLLY:
Thanks for letting me stay.

BRYCE:
You're welcome.

(HOLLY SIGHS)

You know what?

What is all this crap?

This is my crap.

It's my--

(CHUCKLE)

Don't poke me.

I'm not poking you.

- No, don't.
- Okay.

You know, I don't like that.

Alright, alright.

I'm going inside.

Okay, alright.

Don't lock me out.

(BLOWING)

HOLLY:
Can you help me with this?

BRYCE:
Oh, no, no, no, no.

(BRYCE CHUCKLING)

so I don't have to do what
you say anymore.

Don't make a French fry
sandwich when you're on a date.

BRYCE:
I'm not on a date.

No, I-- I mean,
if you ever are again.

I'm never going on a date
again as long as I live.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Might get lonely.

Get?

Come on.

Hey, it's your favourite.

(GIGGLES)

Knew you were gonna...

You know you want it.

Come on, honey.

- No.
- Why not?

I might not have to stay
here the whole night.

Kevin said that if I uh,
gave it eight hours,

I could go back.

(SHUTS DOOR)

Wow.

What's it like?

What's what like?

To live in that solipsistic
brain of yours?

I don't know what that means.

Self-cantered, self-absorbed,
self-egotistic.

Wow, okay.

You know what?

All you ever think
about is yourself.

What?
That is so not true.

This happens to be a very
difficult time for me.

What? I'm losing my home
and my income,

and the man that I thought
I was gonna marry

is obsessed with Filipina porn!

I have a lot to figure out.

Yeah, well, you know what?

Do you ever think about what
I do for you,

how long it took me to set
this place up for you?

Y-- yes.

BRYCE:
Right.

Not to mention the two
and a half hours spent

on your stupid audition.

Oh, well, I'm sorry
that I'm such a burden

on your lonely life.

Hey, what are you doing, Holly?

- What?
- Those are my turbines.

It took me a month just to
get the balance right.

And you're just bashing
them around.

HOLLY:
It is so cluttered in here, it's totally crazy.

BRYCE:
It's not crazy.

Everything is exactly where
it needs to be.

If anyone saw how you live,
they would think

that you were totally insane.

That's hilarious coming
from you,

who lives in a closet
and pees in a jar.

I'm my own boss.

I can do what I want.

I don't have to answer
to anyone.

Yeah, well, I'm an inventor.

I see the future.

I see things people don't see
right in front of their eyes!

Global Federation
of Atmospheric Regeneration?

I'm saving the planet.

What planet?

Planet Bryce?

You live in a fantasy world.

Peter friggin' Pan.

Oh, well.

(SLAMS DOOR)

Bryce.

Bryce, open the door.

Go away!

HOLLY:
Bryce, open the door.

No.

HOLLY:
Bryce, I'm sorry.

BRYCE:
Leave me alone.

(SIGHS)

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
...whereupon the interior minister ordered

as an assassination attempt.

There have not been any arrests.

Either...

(CLOCK TICKING)

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
The International United Federation of Journalists

continue to voice grave concerns

over the violent attacks
against those in the press

who dare to speak out
against the government.

Over the past year,

authorities have further
tightened control of the media.

Journalists across the country
have faced increased--

(CLICKS BUTTON)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Yes!

Yes, of course!

Thank you.

Uh...

(SNIFFLES)

Okay.

Uh, yes, hi.

Uh, emergency, please?

(BRYCE GRUNTS)

Are you awake?

No.

Hello. Yes, um, I was wondering

if you could check
for me, please,

if-- if a-- a woman was brought
in there tonight?

See, she's uh, she's--
she's missing.

Well, no, she's-- she's not
missing, she's...

I fear she may have been
in an accident.

Um, Zena?

I-- I-- I don't know what her
last name was.

Is. No.

No, I meant...

No, I, I meant, I meant is.

She can't be dead.

That would be uh, that would
be too awful.

Oh yeah, she was--
she was supposed to meet me.

We had a date.

A date?

Oh.

But I-- I really can't see her
not showing up.

We uh, we had this--
this connection.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.

BRYCE:
You're forgiven.

I'm gonna try to be
a better person.

BRYCE:
Mm.

Good luck with that.

Yeah. No, I--
Yeah, I know--

I understand--
I understand that.

Yes.

No. Uh, I understand.

But s-- yeah, but, but see,
I-- I-- I-- I-- I prayed.

Yes, I was-- I was praying.

I was praying on my knees
to God,

and...

Um, yes?

God?

(CALL ENDS)

Hello?

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

(RINGING DIALTONE)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Mom, it's Tom.

Hello?

Uh, pardon?

Can you call my number,
please?

Hel-- who is this?

It's Tom.

Huh?

- Tom.
- Who?

Tom, your son.

Who is speaking, please?

(SIGHS)

I don't think anybody is there.

No.

God.

(EXHALES)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, hello?
TOM: (ON PHONE) Mom.

Yeah, uh, somebody has just
called me from this number.

Oh my God.

(PATS)

(BACKGROUND TV CHATTER)

(♪♪♪)

Bryce?

BRYCE:
Hmm.

I-- I need to talk to you.

BRYCE:
What?

What am I gonna do?

Everything's gonna be alright.

It's not gonna be alright.

It's-- it's g-- it's--
it's just gonna be,

it's gonna be horrible.

BRYCE:
Come on.

I thought I was doing okay
with-- with how I was handling

everything,

like you said, so that I could
live in the present

and not worry so much about
the building coming down,

and what I'm gonna do,
and how I'm gonna live,

and how I'm gonna survive.

BRYCE:
No, no, it's okay.

And no, and even when all
that went down with David,

I didn'-- I didn't freak out
or-- or s--

or-- or yell or scream
or break stuff.

Well, that's great, right?

Isn't that great?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

I sent him a text when,

when-- when-- when--
when you were in--

- in the bathroom.
- BRYCE: Mm-hmm.

Will-- will you read it

and-- and--
and tell me what you think?

I don't think
that's a very good idea.

Please?

Alright.

Let's see this text.

Okay.

"Fuck you, David."

No, out loud, so I can hear.

"Fuck you.

Fuck you, David."

Did you send this?

Just keep reading.

"Fuck you for wasting
two years of my life.

Fuck you for lying over,
and over,

and over, and over
about your stupid fucking porn."

Are you sure you want me
to keep reading this?

Just keep-- please.

"Fuck you for following
stupid bimbos on Instagram

who spend their life posting
photos

and videos of themselves

for dumb fucking fuckers
like you."

He did that?

That is so déclassé, man.

"Fuck you for making me
listen to you drone on,

and on, and on about your
stupid fucking boring life."

You know what?

Like, boring.

"Fuck you for being a selfish,
self-absorbed fucking

selfish asshole.

Fuck you. Fuck you."

Okay, okay. Come on.

- "Fuck you."
- No, no, no, no.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck--"

Okay, just stop.
No, stop.

"I hate how you made
my life so dark."

(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

Hey, here.

At least I tried to make your
life a little bit brighter,

didn't I?

- Didn't I?
- Yes.

And you know...

...you know,
you know what the--

the doctor thinks, don't you?

The doctor thinks that you're
going to be okay.

You're an interesting case.

You're so happy on the outside
and so dark on the inside.

(CHUCKLES)

But you're still one of
my absolutely my favourite,

favourite person, Holly.

- Aw.
- Just know that, okay?

I think you're the best.

Really?

Honestly.

You're-- you're gonna be
alright.

Don't say that.

Okay.

BRITISH NARRATOR:
Prairie voles, turtledoves, and certain species

of lizards mate for life.

This lizard couple was
monogamous for over two years,

until the male was killed
by a motorcar.

For five days, the female
stayed by her mate's side,

until she died herself
from dehydration.

(BELL BUZZING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(DOGS BARKING IN BACKGROUND)

(TRAIN PASSING)

Oh, fuck.

Hey. Maggie, did you see
my guy from last night leave?

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Uh, I-- I slept in.

HOLLY:
It's okay.

Don't worry about it.

(SIGHS)

Um--

HOLLY:
Uh--

- Oh.
- Oh.

Yeah, I was just about to
put the keys back.

- I'll take them.
- Sorry.

Thanks.

Oh, how was your birthday?

Wonderful.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Okay.

(♪♪♪)

(MUSIC PLAYING IN CAR)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(♪♪♪)

MAGGIE:
Miss.

Hey, miss.

Miss.

Hmm?

What are you looking at?

My building.

That's your building?

- Yeah.
- Aw, fuck.

Nice building.

I think so.

Got any change?

Uh, no.

Sorry, I don't carry money.

MAGGIE:
You know what?

Actually, that's my building
right now.

You know how I know
it's my building?

'Cause I pissed on it,
and I gotta get back.

It's my mom's birthday
tomorrow--

- Not my problem.
- And I'm going--

I know it's not your problem.

I'm not saying
it's your problem.

Why do you gotta be such
a stuck-up twat, right?

All I'm asking for is $5.

You got a car.

You got a building.

I need $5!

And so you know what?

You need to give me 5 bucks
if you wanna look

at my building.

(SOBS)

(PLAYING PIANO)

(♪♪♪)

(SOBS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Go away.

(KNOCKING)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

What is all this racket about?

Sorry, I didn't realize
I was making so much noise.

Um, I'm here to meet Tom.

He's not answering.

Who?

Tom.

(KNOCKING)

What is that in there?

It's a cake.

How long are you going to
keep this up?

I'm sorry.

I just, um...

...he should be in there.

We had a date.

GLORIA:
Mm-hmm.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Oh.

(♪♪♪)

(PLAYING HARMONICA)

(BEATBOXING)

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Just get in.

Yes.

Yeah.

Get in.

- MAN 1: Good morning.
- Good morning.

(SHUTS DOORS)

(KID MAKING NOISES)

(CHUCKLES)

What are you watching
over and over and laughing?

Nothing.

Here, see.

That's-- in the green hat,

that's my-- my brother's son,
uh, Shafiq.

That's him dressed
as Luke Skywalker.

(CHUCKLES)

We didn't really know
what Halloween was

till we came here, you know?

Where is he now?

I sent him back,
and my brother, too.

Uh, it's been a year now.

We haven't heard anything.

(BACKGROUND RADIO CHATTER)

Ugh.

Holly, is it your birthday?

What?

No.

Thank God.

Okay, where have you been?

I have been knocking
on your storage room door

for like two nights.

Gloria made Kevin spray
the basement.

I was-- I was here last night,

and the night before
I slept at Bryce's.

Ooh, slept with
or slept-slept?

Slept-sleep.

Mm.

Well, I've been texting you
all morning.

Oh, God.

Stop acting like this!

- What is wrong with you?
- What is wrong with me?

I'm losing my home
and my income,

the man I thought I was
gonna marry is--

is obsessed with porn
and my dad's dying.

He's not dying.

Oh, now he's not dying?

He died.

What?

Well, I sent you a text,
so you could come in time.

Why didn't you call?

Because I thought you'd get
the text in time.

Well, I would've gotten
a phone call in time.

The phone would, wou--
would ring, I'd hear it,

I'd answer
and I'd come right away.

I'm sorry you didn't check
your texts.

I thought everybody did.

Look, he wouldn't have died
with you in the room anyway.

He wouldn't have wanted you
to see him that way.

When?

I don't know,
about an hour ago.

They're-- they're gonna
pick him up.

They said we can visit him
when they clean him up.

(LICKS FINGER)

(CLOCK TICKING)

Why is there a clock
in your tub?

I don't know.

Oh, hey, someone left
you a cake.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Where are you going?

Holly, where are you going?

I don't want him to be alone.

He's just a body now.

Oh.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Holly.

Holly!

Ah!

Ah.

What is all this racket about?

Why don't you get
a normal-sized mat?

Oh!

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(KID MAKING NOISES)

(VLAD & WIFE CONVERSING
IN RUSSIAN)

(LEAVES CRUNCHING)

Yeah.

Alright.

That's great.

Um, do you think I could just
borrow the leaf blower

for a second?

I'm paying you to do the work.

Not to build tree castles.

No. It's-- Please.

It'll really make the boy's day.

Please?

- Yes?
- Then take it.

Yes!

Thank you. Thank you.

He'd be really happy, you know?

Sorry.

Ah!

(LAUGHS)

You wanna try it?

- Try it, try it, try it.
- Whoo-hoo!

Do it here.

(GIGGLES)

Yeah, when you do it,
there's like a...

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(CHUCKLING)

♪ A life will travel far
and wide ♪

♪ Love is leading
with open eyes ♪

(♪♪♪)

Aww.

(SNIFFS)
Hm.

Smells nice, huh?

Thank you.
Keep them here safely.

I will cherish this.
Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

(DOGS BARKING IN BACKGROUND)

Why don't you have
your work boots?

Uh, I guess I don't have
any right now.

BOY 2:
You need boots if you're gonna be a tree buster.

(CLANKING)

I am a Jedi.

I'll fight the dark side.

Why do you look sad?

I'm not. My...

My eyes are cold.

Can eyes get cold, like noses
and ears do?

Yes. Yes, they can.

Where's your home?

How come you don't know
where your home is?

Well, uh, I live in a building
that is not my home

and they could tell me to
leave at any time.

When I'm finished,
that can be your home.

Thank you.

Now, come on. Are you
gonna help me with this or what?

Yeah, let's do it.

(♪♪♪)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

I am so sorry for the delay.

Uh, there was a slight
mix-up.

Uh, we both thought the other
was coming.

HOLLY:
Wait. Uh, you rented my loft.

Yes. Hello.

Was this your father?

My sincere condolences
for your loss.

What happens now?

Um, I have a stretcher out
in the hallway

that I will transfer him onto.

And then, I will put him into
the back of my car

and I will take him to
the funeral home.

HOLLY:
Do--

- Do you want some help?
- Oh, no.

It's um, it's much easier
if I do it myself.

Thank you, though.

Okay.

And there we go.

(JOINTS CRACKING)

TOM:
Okay.

(UNZIPS BAG)

There.

(ZIPS BAG)

(THUMPING)

HOLLY:
I was expecting a hearse.

Oh, no.
We don't use those anymore.

(♪♪♪)

Bye.

Oh my...

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

Okay.

(GRUNTS)

- (THUD)
- Oh.

Okay.

(GRUNTS)

(SHUTS DOOR)

There wasn't a mix-up.

HOLLY:
What?

There wasn't a mix-up.

- and pick up your father.
- HOLLY: Okay.

I just didn't wanna go out
in the world today.

I know that feeling.

I slept so soundly
in your loft.

See, I live with my mother,
and uh,

she can be a real handful.

Anyway, I'm so sorry I kept
you waiting all this time.

HOLLY:
No, it's okay.

It-- it-- it gave me more time
with him.

She didn't show up.

Who?

TOM:
My date.

I bought this new suit.

HOLLY:
It's a-- it's a nice suit.

She never showed up
to my birthday.

Oh my God.

Yeah, I know.
It's terrible.

No! No!

There-- there-- there was
a knock,

but I didn't wanna talk
to anyone.

Then in the morning,
my sister came in with a cake.

I think it was your
birthday cake.

Why did your sister have
my birthday cake?

She brought it in from outside.

I think your date left it.

She must've had the wrong day.

You have to call her.

I can't.

She probably thinks you
stood her up.

- Really?
- Yes!

- Call her.
- No, no, I can't.

I--

My-- my sincere condolences
for your loss.

- Okay.
- I...

No, it's...

Please call her.

Please.
It must've been her.

It's the only thing that
makes sense.

Will you call?

Uh, sure.
Give me your phone.

Will you call from yours?

Uh, uh, well,
but wouldn't that be weird?

'Cause like how would
I have her number?

Please call her.

(WINDOW WHIRS)

Just take a deep breath.

Okay.

Okay. Uh...

Hi, hi, Zena?

Hi. It's-- it's Tom.

Tom?

Oh.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Yes, yeah.
The-- the-- the B&B lady.

She uh, yeah, she found
your cake.

You must've felt terrible.

Yes.

Uh-huh.

Yes, yes, of course.

(♪♪♪)

(WATER DRIPPING)

(♪♪♪)

Holly.

Oh my God, there you are.

Oh.

I have been looking for you
everywhere!

Do you have any idea
what time it is?

Come inside!

Oh, God.

Whoa.

Oh.

I have been calling
and calling you.

Now you called.

Come on, it's freezing.
Come inside.

I hope there's a heaven
or something.

I'm sure there is.

Come inside.

You know you don't believe
any of that stuff.

Did you close his eyes?

Yeah.

I don't know.
I thought that's what

you're supposed to do.

I opened one.

Oh, that is fucked up.

- Come on.
- HOLLY: No, I did--

I wanted to see it
one last time,

but it just looked--

It looked white and dead.

Is that Dad's ring?

Yeah.

Did you see his soul leave?

You know how, how they--
they-- they say that afterwards

you-- you can--
you can feel the soul leave

or-- or-- or see it?

Did-- did-- did you feel that
or see anything?

I don't think so.

Well, it would be something
that you would know.

It would be--

Yeah, I think I had a few other
things on my mind.

Obviously.

Uh...

Don't do that.
Don't bug your eyes out at me.

I'm sorry,
but I just think it's weird

that you would say
it's fucked up that

I closed his eye.

It is fucked up.

Oh, and it's not fucked up
that you stole his ring?

I didn't steal his ring.

Did you take it before
or after?

- After.
- (CHUCKLES)

I didn't want anybody else
to take it.

You know what?

Yeah?

Fuck you. I'm--

You know what?

I wasn't-- I'm not hiding it.

Um, I'm wearing it.

Yep, you sure are.

(TRAIN PASSING)

And this was in the drawer
by his bed.

I want you to have it.

- Thanks.
- (HOLLY CHUCKLES)

I don't want you to have this.

(BOTH GASP)

You know, by the time the
funeral guy arrived,

Dad was already stiff.

(CHUCKLE)

HOLLY:
It was super weird.

MARILYN:
He wasn't when I took the ring off of him.

Ew.

Oh, God.

Come on, let's go.
You're freezing.

Let's go, come on.

- I did your laundry.
- What?

Yes, I did something nice
for you.

HOLLY:
When's the last time you did laundry?

MARILYN:
I don't even remember.

(♪♪♪)

HOLLY:
When I'm honest with myself, I'm in a bit of a rut here,

obviously.

- BRYCE: Here you go.
- Thank you.

Sorry, are those Mom's pearls?

What?
You know they are.

She gave them to me,
because you took all the rubies

before you put her in that home.

Thank you for coming today.

WOMAN 3:
I always loved your dad and I can never stay mad

at you for more than a day
or two.

But really, don't you think
she should find herself

a husband?

(BELL BUZZING)

I better go to the bathroom.

I did not put our mother
in a home.

HOLLY: Hello?
It was a retirement community.

MAN 4:
The keys aren't in the lockbox.

She loves golf.

And she gave me the rubies.

HOLLY:
Check-in isn't until 4:00.

Now I'll be down in 10 minutes.

Oh, shoot, shoot, shoot.

- What?
- HOLLY: Oh, shoot!

Wait a minute.

So do you have somebody coming
right now?

Apparently, she does.

Totally forgot.

(BELL BUZZING)

Oh my God.

Stop buzzing!

I know you're there.

Oh, God.

Did I sound like a bitch?

No, not at all.

You sounded like a librarian
who hasn't had sex

in 400 years.
(CHUCKLING)

WOMAN 3:
Oh, God.

Get up.

- We gotta go.
- Wait, where are we going?

HOLLY:
I don't know.

I'm not going anywhere.

(SCREAMS)

Bryce!

What?

What did you do to the toilet?

BRYCE:
Oh, um, you know what?

Close the lid,
pretend you don't know.

No, I can't do that.

You have to get it out.

BRYCE:
No.

HOLLY:
It's yours.

BRYCE:
Oh, God.

(BRYCE GRUNTING)

Hello.

Hi!

You must be my super host.

HOLLY:
Hi.

saving you having to come down.

(HUMS)

Ooh, a swing!

(SIGHS)

Whee!

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

You are walking on
a very thin line, little lady.

I told you, you're not allowed
to rent to third parties.

Why do you care?

We're all outta here
in a few weeks.

GLORIA:
This is your final warning.

Or what?

- Don't push me.
- HOLLY: You--

I am just trying to
make a living!

- GLORIA: Hmm.
- I'm not hurting anyone.

GLORIA:
Well, don't you talk about--

so she won't tell the owners

that I sleep
in my storage room.

What?

- Oh! You are such a liar.
- GLORIA: Hmm.

HOLLY:
And I know that you knew I was in there

when you made Kevin spray.

- Wait, wha-- what?
- HOLLY: No!

I am tired of her-- her Spanish
mafia blackmailing bullshit.

BRYCE:
Alright.

That is racist.

You're just this pathetic,
invisible, lonely woman

everyone feels sorry for.

Holly, that is enough.

Oh, here we go.

"Oh, my life's so terrific.

I-- I love my husband.

Everything's so great.

Meanwhile, we all know
he can't stand you.

Okay. I'm so sorry that you
watched my sister lose her mind.

Oh, Miss America here.

Pretending to give
a flying fuck about somebody

other than herself.

Limoges.

You know, ugh...

This, please.

You prance around here like
the Queen of Sheba.

(CHUCKLES)

that nobody even watches,
we should all bow down

and worship you.

I watch it.

I love it.

Thank you.

I loved when you killed
the rebel base.

I thought that was
the best episode.

Thank you.

Like your audition.

Oh, that dialogue is
impossible.

Nobody talks like that.

"Penelopiad, radioactive,
plutonically?"

The radioactive plutonic
particles divert paradoxically

from the Republic of Neptune.

Okay? Okay?

And all inhabitants on Tara
will suffer a fate unknown

and unseen by mere mortals
since the time

of the Nucleonic Wars that
had severed the solar system.

But be brave,
my fellow Tararians,

for we shall overcome.

We few, we happy few,
we band of brothers.

Ah!

You always have to be the
centre of attention!

Dumbass jumpsuit.

Look at what she's wearing!

What are you,
the fucking fashion police?

Who wears that to a funeral?

I wore black!

Fuck you.

Unbelievable.

You know what?

- MARILYN: Whoa, whoa!
- You wanna know what's in here?

You wanna know what's in here?

French--

French friggin' limoges.

Scavenged from my Dad's
china cabinet

while his body was still warm.

- Can I have that, please?
- HOLLY: No!

You care more about these
friggin' dishes.

(SCREAMS)

MARILYN:
Holly. Uh-huh.

Ho-- Holly?

Don't, don't.

(DISHES SHATTER)

Opa?

(SCREAMING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(SHATTERS)

Excuse me.

Bye, Holly.

Hey! Marilyn!

Wait up!

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

(PIECES CLATTER)

(♪♪♪)

♪ To live in a place you
never call home ♪

♪ You look for a space
where love is all yours ♪

♪ To live in a place you
never call home ♪

♪ You look for a space
where love is all yours ♪

♪ To live in a place you
never call home ♪

♪ You look for a space
where love is all yours ♪

♪ Live in a place you never
call home ♪

♪ You look for a space
where love is all yours ♪

♪ To live in a place
you never call home ♪

(♪♪♪)

(BEEPING, WHIRRING)

(♪♪♪)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

HOLLY:
Oh my God.

(EXHALES)

Did you come here to break
something else?

Look, I'm sorry that I didn't
call you when Dad died.

HOLLY:
Ugh, no, you're not.

You know, this happens to be
a very difficult time for me.

Unbelievable.

You have no idea how hard
life is,

Miss "I'm-a-famous-actress

and I have two cars
and I have a driver,

and I--

and my makeup done,
and I get my toes fixed--"

And I work my fucking ass
off just to stay in the game.

Yeah, well, good for you.

- (THUMP)
- What? What is wrong with you?

Wake the fuck up, Holly.

- (THUMP)
- HOLLY: Stop hitting me!

You live across the street
from a refugee centre.

Yeah, I know.

- MARILYN: Do you?
- What? What is it?

- Ow!
- Do you? Look out your window.

Little Miss
"Oh-my-life-is-so-hard."

Okay?

Stop hitting me!

You need to have gratitude!
Oh, stop it!

You're not sleeping
in a bomb shelter

and having to cook squirrel
for breakfast.

You have everything that
means anything in this world.

You have your health.

You're funny.

You're smart.

You have friends who care
about you.

Like Bryce.

He'd do anything for you.

He's my best friend.

And you have me.

I know.

MARILYN:
Do you?

Don't get sentimental on me.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

(SIGHS)

Okay.
Move your skinny ass.

Help me get this shit
into the car.

Oh.

Why do you need more
toilet paper?

The apocalypse.

It's coming.

This is insane.

Okay.

Okay. Keep going.

- What?
- Back up, go.

HOLLY:
Oh my God.

(♪♪♪)

MAN 1:
(SPEAKS URDU)

I love you, too, man.

Hi.

Hi.

(♪♪♪)

♪ A life will travel
far and wide ♪

♪ Love is leading
with open eyes ♪

(♪♪♪)

- MARILYN: Stop!
- BRYCE: Okay.

MARILYN:
No, you're gonna scratch everything.

I got this, Marilyn.

I'm pretty good.

Pretty-- I got it.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

- What?
- Hey! Slow down!

Whoa, no!

What?

- What's wrong?
- You knocked that!

- Bryce!
- I got it!

Let me take it out
and I'll repo it.

- No, why would you do it?
- I'll repo-- I can do it.

- Marilyn, I--
- Wait. What?

- Whoa.
- How are you putting this in?

Oh, fuck's sakes, man.

Okay, hang on. Hang on.
I know-- I know what to do.

I know what to do.

- There, that's better.
- Yeah, that's pretty good.

Whoa!

Can you put that all the way
in the back of the truck?

Sure.

BRYCE:
Uh, Marilyn?

Oh.

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

Hey.

No, no. The-- the piano guy
is running late.

Um, no, no,
I'll meet you there.

Yeah, no, no, you guys
go ahead.

Sure.

(CHUCKLES)

I can see you.

Okay.

Yep.

Thank you.

(PLAYS PIANO)

(♪♪♪)

TOM:
Okay, dip it down. Dip it down.

No, up, up, up.

Good.

Good.

Zena.

This is amazing.

This is amazing.

- ZENA: Oh!
- You're good at this.

- (CHEER)
- (LAUGH)

Wooh!

(♪♪♪)

(BACKGROUND BEEPING)

(♪♪♪)

Ah.

(CLAPS)

Excellent!

God, help me.

(LAUGHS)

No!

No!

Just, hey!

(SPRAYING)

Okay.

I love it.

No, I know.

Yes.

(♪♪♪)

(CHUCKLE)

- Oh, you're still here?
- (CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

It's funny, too. Yeah.

♪ It's just a start

♪ A rhythmic beating heart

♪ Alive

♪ What is that sound?

♪ What hidden powers lie

(♪♪♪)

♪ It's just a start

♪ A rhythmic beating heart

♪ Alive

♪ What is that sound?

♪ What hidden powers lie

(BEEPING, WHIRRING)