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[overlapping social media audio]

[overlapping social media audio continues]

[man on video] Down on the ground! I said down on the ground!

[overlapping social media audio continues]

[passionate moaning]

[passionate moaning continues]

You know you don't have to watch until the end, right?

It's obviously porn... just delete it and move on.

-I'm stalling. -What's your count?

19.

You better move if you want to hit your quota.

I'm just afraid of what's going to pop up next.

-It's better porn than murder. -Hmm?

It all sort of blends together.

[passionate moaning]

[sudden silence]

[mouse wheel scrolling]

[video/audio playing]

[woman in video breathing heavily]

[woman screams; sharp thud]

[car alarm in video blares]

[mouse wheel scrolling]

The job is easy...

You sit at a desk, you stare at a computer,

and you peruse social media, which is what you probably do all day anyways.

But here you'll be reviewing posts that have been flagged by users.

We call them tickets.

If a ticket violates our corporate mandated "Terms of Use"...

click delete.

If not, click approve.

That's it.

Some tickets are nonsense.

People being overly sensitive.

Others, well, they can be impactful.

I will walk you through a few examples.

Footage of a man killing a rabbit is animal torture and should be removed.

But footage of a man killing a rabbit and then eating it

could be considered culinary and should remain up.

Makes sense, right? Always consider intent.

Does the post condemn or support? Are we looking at something real or fake?

Satire or sincerity?

Nuance is key.

The next ticket is a little more complicated, so pay close attention.

[loud clatter]

I've got an idea: why don't I just burn the whole building down?

I can make this fucking place disappear.

All I need is some kerosene, a box of matches, and a can-do attitude!

Comments, questions, concerns?!

[loud clatter]

Should we do something? Calm him down? Call security?

Hello...?

He does this stuff all the time. It's how he copes.

To be honest, we're all kind of annoyed that he never actually follows through with it.

But welcome to the team, by the way.

[various social media audio]

[doctor] If you're using a tourniquet, don't tie it too tightly.

Blood pressure is good for making veins

appear in the skin,

but it also can push the needle out, make it harder for insertion.

[woman] Thank you, Aaron.

Another item that we know prospective nurses

are always interested in learning about

is just daily patient care...

Listen to this:

Is your name Chipotle?

Because I want to bury my face in your taco.

I can't.

You know those apps don't background check, right?

So? So, rapists use them.

Okay, well, I'm sweeping left on rapists.

Looks like the overnight shift enjoyed themselves again.

Jesus.

Like, do it in the bathroom or your car.

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Daisy, you haven't logged in yet.

-What the fuck?! -I'm about to! I'm about to.

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[social media audio continues]

[voices shouting angrily]

[man] You get paid to watch porn?

Not just porn, other things, awful things.

Not the kind of stuff you want to talk about on a first date.

Is everyone like horny all the time?

Some people seem to be, yeah.

But it doesn't affect you?

Eh, also not the kind of thing to get into on the first date.

Do you like it? I mean, that's what matters.

Uh... It's not what I pictured myself doing.

Just don't have any other options at the moment.

If you could do any job in the world...

what would it be?

A nurse.

-Really? -Yeah.

-Not an astronaut or the president? -No...

not interested, not qualified for that.

So go be a nurse.

It's not that simple.

There's school and applications and interviews and a test.

Take the test?

I did.

Still not a nurse.

Hmm.

Ha ha, yeah!

Okay? Huh?

Oh ho ho ho ho ho!

Ring!

What was that noise?

[glass shatters]

Where'd you get those?

Oh hey, uh, supply closet.

Wanna try?

-No, I'm good. -Sure?

You go fuck yourself then... Yeah!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Um... Can you be more specific?

Why did you delete that video?

Which one?

Oh, it's violent and disturbing, and the amount of blood is gratuitous.

-It was pinned to a news site. -So?

Come on, Daisy. We could get sued!

Freedom of speech is a real thing.

Okay, but freedom of reach is not.

What the fuck does that mean?

The poor woman killed herself. No one needs to see that.

Well, you don't write the guidelines. You follow them. Poorly.

Okay, well, sometimes the guidelines are wrong.

You haven't been here six months... you're talking out of your ass.

Next time you think you know better, try to remember: you don't.

In case you change your mind.

Before we get too deep into anything today,

I want to clarify a few changes to our revised terms-of-use packet.

There's been some confusion with a particular type of post,

and it's hurting our accuracy rating.

Just because a ticket has a bad word does not mean it has to be removed.

Harassment or gratuitous profanity should always be deleted.

But users are allowed to curse if the phrasing is "artistic,"

such as song lyrics, or "commendatory"...

something like, You're my favorite person.

Oh! Oh!

Yeah, Bob. Yes.

Yeah, "person" isn't a bad word.

It's a fill-in-the-blank sort of thing. You get the point, right?

No, I don't. What if I fill in the blank with "asshole"?

-That's okay. -What about "asshole toucher"?

Nope. Too sexual. You should know that by now.

What about a racial slur?

All right, that's enough, Bob.

No, I'm being serious.

I come across this stuff all the time, and I never know how to handle it.

Like, what if I said, "You're my favorite Mick," or "You're my favorite dot head,"

or "You're my favorite cheese-eating moosefucker,"

which is a term for French-Canadian, I just made up.

You can't say any of that. This is a workplace.

But if it were in a ticket, we should approve it, right? Or...

Technically, none of those words are on our current banned phrases list.

Remember, we're not censors. We are moderators.

[male voice] Deep breath in...

[knock on door]

[man] ...hold it for as long as you can.

Then deep breath out...

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

-Hello. -Hey.

Can you keep an eye on Violet? I got called into work.

Um, I'm like very in the middle of something right now.

Yeah, I can, uh, smell it.

Okay, sure. Yeah, you can bring her over.

Can you give me a second to, like, clean up and open a window?

-Good idea. Thanks! -Yep.

You hungry?

Not really.

-Are you on Reddit? -Mm-hmm.

Oh, Reddit is for adults.

No, it's not.

Yeah, it is.

I've had an account since I was 9.

Okay, um...

Okay, let's make a deal.

You can stay up as late as you want, but no tablet and no phone.

What's the point of staying up late if I can't use my tablet?

Uh, unlimited movies and popcorn?

-Can I have beer? -No.

[Violet chuckles]

-Oh, my God. -[laughter]

-Do you want your stars? -Yes, please.

When I was your age, all we had were glow-in-the-dark stickers.

And they never worked.

It was actually kind of eye-opening.

Like, the job sucks, but it does protect people.

Yeah, like, knights in the shiniest armor.

We watch this shit so no one else has to, like little kids.

Yeah, kids annoy me, but yeah, I get it.

Well, we're just like the first responders of the internet, you know?

That's like my silver lining from now on, at least.

-I mean, it's a good mindset to have. -Do you think?

-Yeah. -I mean, me too. I just...

I thought it when I was violently high, so I wasn't sure.

Oh, by the way, I never asked. How was your date?

Oh, it was good. I think he was cute. He's sweet.

-Then you should call him. -Yeah, I should.

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[overlapping social media audio]

[blade rasps]

[no audible speech]

[no audible speech]

This in... just so...

Here, take the tourniquet off.

There's too much blood pressure. Makes it hard for the needle to go in.

-I saw that on YouTube. -Try to sit still, okay, ma'am?

-Okay. -Thank you.

And we're in.

Do you like your job?

Sometimes. Sure.

Do you see a lot of bad stuff?

Unfortunately, yeah.

Yes, I do.

Car crashes, overdoses.

But most of our patients are obese people

who think they're having a heart attack. So...

Did I have a heart attack?

No, sweetie, you didn't.

Okay, let's hook you up.

There we go. All set.

Mmm.

Trust me, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

Fainting is like a rite of passage at Paladin. We all do it at some point.

Everybody probably thinks I'm a pussy now.

Come on, nobody thinks that. And if they do, fuck them.

Literally, go sit on their face and thrust.

'Cause next week, it will be one of them on the floor for sure.

I feel still foggy.

That's like a hangover. It will pass.

You just need to get the bad shit out of your system.

-How? -Sleep it off.

How did I look when I fell?

Was it at least, like, cool and dramatic?

Bob tried to give you mouth-to-mouth, and I almost let him.

That's how bad you looked.

I took a video of the aftermath

whenever you're ready to laugh about it.

Yeah, I'm not quite there yet, but thank you for doing that.

It was fun. You were like:

[rapid gasps]

[crickets chirping]

[blade rasps]

[sharp gasp]

Hi, my name is Daisy Morris.

I just received an invoice for $2,200.

[woman on phone] Okay, ma'am, I need your insurance number.

No, my job does not offer insurance, so I use Medicaid.

[woman] Then there is not much that I can do.

Okay, but it's still $2,200. How is that possible?

[woman] What we can do is...

[woman continues indistinctly]

Whoa, whoa, hold! An ambulance ride is $900?

Why the fuck does it cost that much?

[laughing] Yeah.

Hey, Paul!

New guy, Paul!

What's your email?

Why?

Because I want to send you an email, you fucking dope.

We're doing an office pool...

where we predict which one of us is going to have the next meltdown.

That's pretty cruel.

Something to pass the time.

Right now you're the favorite.

-Me? -Yeah.

-Someone thinks I'm going to piss my pants? -Yeah, that was me.

Uh, you can't bet on yourselves. Don't get any ideas.

You really are a dickhead.

Yeah, so, uh, so are you in or out?

Paul? Out.

He's out.

Well, hello.

I figured you'd take the day off.

I can't lose a shift. I need the money.

You're right.

Goddamn it.

What?

Just my first ticket of the morning is a beheading.

Oh, yeah. I've seen that one.

It keeps popping back up. I don't know why.

But the footage is a little bit blurry, so not too bad, right?

[man] In order to find peace, you must tame your thoughts,

quiet your mind, focus on your loves.

Big breath in.

Hold it for as long as you can.

And big breath out.

[man] Feel a sense of being swell within your chest...

cradling, soothing.

And whatever's causing stress in your life,

just forget about it.

Fuck you, you podcast-making dick.

[man] In order to find peace, you must tame your thoughts,

quiet your mind,

focus on your loves.

Big breath in.

Hold it for as long as you can.

[birdsong]

[ominous music rises]

I'm getting a contact high just looking at you.

Sorry.

At least lie. Do me the courtesy.

Okay, I'm not high. I'm very tired.

What do you want?

I want to send the hammer ticket to the police.

On what grounds?

Kidnapping, torture, rape.

How do you know the act wasn't staged and consensual?

Do you think that girl wanted a nail bashed into her?

This is a fetish video. It's gross, yes.

But it's just cheap special effects and bad acting.

Did you hear her scream? Did you watch it?

Like, did you hear that?

Daisy, we've been through this. If we go to the cops and we are wrong,

that causes legal problems for our parent company.

I will put it in writing that this is coming from me and not you,

not the company.

-No! -It'll be fine.

You did your job, you clicked delete.

-End of story. -I need to do more.

Then go volunteer at the shelter. Don't be a martyr, okay?

And if this is bothering you so much, talk to the counselor.

Really.

We received an anonymous complaint about you.

Oh, yeah?

From who? Linda? Fucking tattletale.

I... I just said it was anonymous.

You can tell. Was it Linda?

Yeah?

Should I jump in to read it out?

Eh, give me the bullet points.

Well, your colleagues are afraid of you, Bob.

'Cause I yell sometimes.

It's because of what you yell.

Look, work can be frustrating. I get that, right?

But there has to be a better way to manage how you feel.

Like what?

Well, use the tranquility room.

Yeah, when things get difficult

pop yourself in there for your nine minutes of wellness time.

Mm.

-Mmm. -Now, I know nine minutes sounds...

...short, but if you clear your head, you'd be surprised how long it can feel.

Yeah?

You could try drawing in a coloring book.

It can really take your mind off things.

Yeah, yeah. I guess so... coloring book, yeah.

You know, before I came here, I watched a video of a kid getting molested.

I had to watch it for 20 seconds because it's company policy.

Before that it was two people having sex on a dead body.

And before that it was some fucking weirdo

funneling Mountain Dew into his butt hole.

Do you really think a coloring book is going to erase all that from my memory?

To be honest, no, I don't. Okay, I don't, but I do believe that...

making some sort of sincere effort might help.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, the people out there who aren't yelling,

the ones who are just taking it,

that's who you need to worry about.

[mimics submachine gun fire]

[mimics shouting]

"I'm down here at Paladin..." you get the idea."

I'm good... I'm good...

[overlapping social media audio]

[indistinct remark]

-[man shouts] -[woman, calmly] I hate you.

[man 2] Women are inferior by nature, and I don't care if you disagree.

[woman 2] Fake tits, fake lips and fake ass...

[overlapping social media audio]

[sirens wail]

Hi.

I'd like to report a crime.

[woman screaming]

Do you work at that place off Route 90?

Paladin?

-No. -Where'd you find this?

It popped up on my feed.

-Out of nowhere? -Yeah, out of nowhere.

Was the footage filmed here in Leon County or the state of Florida?

I don't know.

Well, I can only investigate crimes

that occur within my jurisdiction.

Well, you can watch within your jurisdiction.

That's not a crime.

Well, maybe it should be.

"I know it when I see it." You ever hear that expression?

Supreme Court? It was about porn. This is porn.

No, it's violence.

Even if this video is real, which I very much doubt,

odds are these guys are worlds away from here.

Who do I talk to, then? Who is responsible for things like this?

[sighs] Look.

I find this video disturbing, like any average person would,

but that doesn't automatically make it part of my purview.

-I wish there was something I could do. -You don't need to wish.

You're a police officer. You can just go do something!

Unless there's a minor involved,

we can't arrest people for things they watch with their pants down.

We're not the jerk-off police.

Well, you could have fooled me.

I'm calling you a jerk-off, in case that wasn't clear.

Yeah, I get it. Thanks.

What?

[Ava] I know!

I went to this bar where they were doing this TikTok thing

where everyone had to wear red, yellow, or green.

Red meant leave me the fuck alone, yellow meant approach me, but with caution,

and green meant come over and annoy the shit out of me.

That sounds like a good system.

Yeah, except for the fact that I was the only girl wearing green,

so everybody was looking at me like I had STDs reading on my forehead.

I mean, isn't that why we go out to meet people and misbehave?

No, I came here to hang out with you. I don't want to talk to strangers.

Me too, but I want to have a little bit of fun, and I could use a partner in crime.

Nobody wants to be a deviant alone.

I don't know, that sounds like a tall ask for me right now.

No, it's not. You're 25, you're good-looking, just pick a guy and smile.

I don't want to hate myself after.

Do you hate yourself right now?

A little bit.

So the worst-case scenario is the status quo.

Drink it. It builds character.

It gives you charisma. It gives you personality.

[beat-driven music plays]

[no audible speech]

[man grunting]

This... this doesn't feel right.

No, like, can you just push it, push a little bit?

-OK, I'll move my leg. Move away. -Where?

-Oh, not good. Not good, not good! -Yeah, yeah. I agree.

Do you have KY?

No, I do not have KY. This is not the '90s.

Well, I think I think you might be dry.

OK.

I mean, that happens to lots of girls.

It's the alcohol. Don't sweat it.

Besides, we don't have to have sex.

We could do, uh...

We could do... other stuff.

Are you kidding?

I mean, I came all the way here in the middle of the night.

You can go!

-Seriously? -Yep.

What's the Wi-Fi password? I need to call an Uber.

Fuck you.

Is the "F" lowercase or capital?

Fuck!

[man] Bye.

[soft gasp]

[gasping]

[intriguing music rises]

Oh, what the fuck?

No, that's disgusting. Why would you do that to yourself?

Hey, are you okay?

I just watched a guy, like,

cut his dick open and eat a piece of it.

But I guess that's culinary, though, and I should approve it.

Hey, hey, if you're gonna throw up, try to actually do it in a trash can

because they charge for carpet cleaning here.

I just uh... I just need some air.

Okay, well, lunch is in 16 minutes, so just try to hang on until then.

Not cool, Daisy. He was about to drop. I would have won the pool.

That's cheating!

So where were you before Paladin?

Graduate school for computer science and coding.

Holy shit, you are...

tragically overqualified for this job.

In my spare time I've been working on an algorithm that can review tickets.

It, uh, tracks a percentage of users that flag the post

and looks for trigger words in the comment section.

It's pretty rudimentary, but...

They tried that, but it didn't work.

This is one of the very few times where people are more reliable than computers.

That seems illogical.

Yeah, but computers can't feel grief.

Which is technically our only real job requirement, if you think about it.

They're paying us for our pain.

That almost looks peaceful lying there.

Yeah, almost.

What are you supposed to do if it grabs a hold of you?

Fight. Yes.

I mean, they're ambush predators,

so they're actually more dangerous when you can't see them.

That's how they get you.

Just like we practiced. Let's try it, okay?

Grab the collar...

Push forward, use momentum to drive that knee.

Knee, knee.

[audio continues indistinctly]

[plonk]

[toilet flushes]

[running footsteps]

Yeah, but "that" guy... I ghosted him last week.

This guy I was talking to at the bar,

I knew his ex-girlfriend. We went to high school together.

But actually, I haven't spoken to her in years.

I mean, she's just so fucking annoying on Instagram.

She's just trying to be this fitness influencer. She just sucks.

And her arms are fat.

It's like, girl, go do some push-ups, and then you can influence me.

-You're not listening. -Sorry.

Your turn to vent, I know. I'm listening.

Vent? What do you mean, vent? I don't give a fuck about these people.

Vent! [soft laughter]

-It's vodka. Little vodka? -I'm all set, thanks.

Do you by chance have a gun that I could borrow?

What?

For like a day or two.

Why do you think I own a gun?

You seem like a gun guy.

Go fuck yourself! Go fuck yourself in the ass.

It's not an insult!

You talk about flamethrowers and bombs every day.

-How is this an insult? -That is totally...

different.

Oh, okay. Sorry, I didn't realize.

A gun isn't the sort of thing that people just lend each other, anyway.

Well, I wouldn't know. I've never even touched one.

I was going to... People say it's therapeutic.

I was going to go to the range and try it out.

Is this some sort of cry for help?

'Cause honestly, I-I got nothing.

No. It was just a favor, if it wasn't too inconvenient.

Okay. I don't have a gun, Daisy.

-I don't have a gun. -Okay.

-Yeah? -Thanks anyways.

-Have a... -Enjoy...

Thank you. You should do it.

Do what?

Shoot something. Might feel good.

Okay.

[urgent music rises]

[urgent music continues]

[retching]

[girl screams]

[girl] Please don't! Please, please, please don't!

[girl gasping]

[terrified screams]

[girl] Somebody help!

Yes?

You're a fucking scumbag.

-[scoffs] Excuse me? -You heard me.

Yeah, I have no idea why you would say that to me.

-[hammer strikes nail] -[woman] Aaahhh!

-What the fuck, lady! -You made this!

-No, I didn't! -You posted this!

You put this online for people!

-No, I fucking didn't! -Then somebody at your house did.

-Stay away from me! -Why are you lying?

You fucking posted it! Why are you lying?!

-You fucking posted this! -I am not fucking lying!

You know who's a fucking scumbag? You!

What are you doing shoving that shit in my face?

You're sick!

[huffs]

[plonk]

[plonk]

Was grad school really hard?

It wasn't so bad, but if you treat it like a job,

you can pretend you're in college all over again, you know.

Yeah.

Did you learn a lot?

-I hope so. -[both laugh]

You're probably really good with computers, then.

Isn't everyone our age?

Well, I just assume you can do things that most people can't.

I guess.

Like, you think you could find someone?

-Online? -Yeah.

Like, their address or...

their job or just information about them.

I mean, you don't really need computer skills for that.

That's just basic internet stalking.

[both laugh]

Well, the thing is, I only know what he looks like.

I'm just asking for a name.

I know what you're asking for, and I'm not doing it.

-Why? -Because it's stupid and dangerous.

For you to tell me a name?

-What happens after that? -Nothing.

Then why do you want it so badly?

I...

I just want to look him in the eyes.

Okay, so I give you the name, you look him in the eye. Then what?

I'll just live happily ever after.

Daisy, this guy's a maniac. He will hurt you or worse.

-No, he won't. -How do you know that?

Daisy, things will get better, right?

Please, please!

Come on, name your price. I will do anything! Anything...

Daisy, uh... I'm gay.

What?

-Like, I like dick. -No!

Not sexually! Not whoring myself out to you!

Okay, now you seriously have to fucking help me for being a dickhead.

Fuck... fuck.

-[hammer strikes nail] -[woman] Aaahhh!

[Daisy gasps]

[sighs]

-[hammer strikes nail] -[woman] Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh!

[Daisy sighs, sniffles]

[soft gasp]

[computer blurps]

What do you want?

Uh...

Another content moderator had an episode.

This one was mild, so I handled the fallout.

But it's probably time to invest in an emergency kit or a crash cart.

No, I just told you corporate has their boots on our throats.

It's important that they think Paladin is nothing but smiling faces.

If they find out people are keeling over, they'll shut us down.

But we should keep our employees safe while they're punching our clock, right?

There won't be a clock to punch if we piss off the people that pay us.

-Do you want that on your conscience? -No, of course not.

You should organize a happy hour for team bonding,

whatever the fuck it's called.

A little distraction should be good for everyone.

Cash bar.

Okay, I mean, I can arrange something

for next week so you could join us.

Yeah. I'd rather set myself on fire.

Yeah.

[Ava] I'm dancing.

[laughter and chatter]

Alright guys, cheers.

How do you say it in Singapore?

Uh, jiak-sai.

-What does that mean? -It means eat shit.

-Seriously? -Yeah.

-Yeah. Okay, eat shit, everybody. -Jiak-Sai!

Did you just make up that name?

Okay, okay, Linda just bought cocaine with Venmo.

What a world.

What a world!

[low, throbbing music]

[female vocalist sings]

-What's your worst? -Huh?

What do you mean, worst?

That one that's planted roots, kept you up at night,

popped into your head on Christmas morning.

Don't you want a break?

Isn't that the point of this thing?

Can we talk about something else?

How could we?

-Mine's "Funky Town." -Oh, yeah.

What's "Funky Town"?

It's a torture tape.

Super popular disco soundtrack.

Skin everywhere. It's disgusting...

It actually happened like 10 minutes away from where I grew up.

That's why it bothered me, 'cause this shit is closer than you think.

And you?

My brother was a Marine, so...

anything with soldiers... really gets me.

-I'm sorry, that's sad. -No, don't be sad.

He was a fucking... a fucking... he...

Paul?

I don't know. I guess... I don't have one yet.

-Not like you guys. -Then get out!

And we all know what Daisy's is, so...

how about we talk about literally anything else?

Okay, sure, like what?

All right, girl, I think I'm going to go.

-I'm going to stay. -You're drunk.

I know, that's why I'm going to stay.

Okay, so have fun, be safe,

and if Bob starts looking fuckable, leave immediately.

-Bye. -Bye.

This is why porn is a good thing.

People get nasty urges, and then instead of acting on them,

you watch a video, and then like magic, the nastiness is gone.

Well, what if the opposite happens and you watch a video

and the nastiness sneaks in? What do you do then?

I don't know.

Watch another video.

But everybody keeps saying that it's fake, but does it even fucking matter?

Because it's all I can think about, and I can't shut the fuck up about it.

[Daisy sighs]

This ticket had two million views before I deleted it.

That's two million people getting off on someone else's pain.

Violence goes viral. Always has, always will.

[dismissive laugh]

Look, I know the video you're talking about.

You did a good thing taking it down.

You've watched that video?

It popped up in my feed.

Out of nowhere?

You know how these things go.

We have no control over what we see.

Right.

So, uh, I'm about to lock up,

but I'd be happy to continue this conversation elsewhere if you want.

No, thank you.

Come on.

All this talk of porn, and it didn't put you in the mood?

Well, I guess it did.

In a way.

-Should I get rough? -Yes, please.

How rough?

As rough as you want.

Okay.

Aah! Fuck! What do you...? Aah!

Wait! Aah! Oh, God! Aah!

Stop! Aah!

Please! Wait! Stop! Stop!

Aah! Stop! Aah! Wait! Stop!

[sharp cry]

[Daisy snoring]

[no audible speech]

-The cops are here. -Yeah.

What happened?

Someone working the overnight shift had a stroke

or a seizure or something bad, and nobody knew what to do,

which made a shitty situation even shittier.

Oh, my God, that's awful. Is he OK?

I mean, the management said he'll be fine, but that's what they always say.

They don't want to give us a reason to stop working.

Where did he sit?

There.

[knocking on door]

Yes.

Money from the pool.

Give it to him or his kids or whatever.

[door closes]

[cartoon music plays]

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Are you hungry? I can make you grilled cheese.

[sighs] No, thank you. That's a very sweet offer.

I need to check something.

What happened to your "no phones rule"?

This is just something with work that I have to handle.

When's your dad back tonight?

10:30.

Um...

Okay, I have to go to my office real quick.

-Right now? -Yeah, yeah, just for one hour.

I'll put a movie on, and I'll be back when it's over.

But I'll be by myself.

You'll be just for a little bit. I'll lock the door.

You will be totally fine, I promise.

I know I'll be fine, but I'll get bored.

Welcome.

This is it. We got some coffee over there,

some candy and stuff here.

And that's my favorite corner right there.

Where is everybody?

On the way.

First off, sign these and no stage names, alright.

Everything's got to match your driver's license exactly.

We do everything above board here.

Also, do you know this guy? He owes me money for my license.

Oh, there's no phones allowed in here.

Sorry. Company policy.

Okay, I'll go put it in my car.

Yeah, well that one's locked. It closes automatically.

We can't have people just coming in and out of here like that

while the cameras are rolling, so we keep it locked.

Okay, can you unlock it for me?

Not until you signed the forms.

I'm not signing anything.

Do you want some socks for those cold feet?

[light laughter]

No, seriously though, I mean if you leave without finishing your paperwork,

I can't let you back in.

Why?

What's the other option?

Sign forms, hand me your phone, and make two-fifty?

I choose door number one.

Have a great evening then, beautiful.

[door buzzes]

[soft gasps]

[spray hisses, man cries out]

Aaahhh!

[coughing]

[cartoon audio plays]

Violet.

Hi.

[knocking on door]

-You left my 10-year-old alone?! -I'm so sorry.

Sorry doesn't really cut it. You weren't here!

And you didn't bother to text me, which is both selfish and fucking stupid.

What can I do to make it right?

Nothing.

[retches]

[line ringing]

[woman] Please leave a message at the tone.

[beep]

Hi, it's Daisy.

Um, calling you back finally.

Sorry, it took me ten whole years to do that.

Um, I wanted to see if you were busy this weekend

and if you wanted to hang out.

Um, yeah.

So I'll be waiting to hear from you, or not.

So, either way is good.

Okay, uh, hope you're having a good one. All right, bye.

A patient with AB negative blood type

cannot receive transfusions from which blood types?

AB negative recipients are positive incompatible,

so A positive, B positive, AB positive, and O positive.

Correct. Ten points!

Is it bad that I don't know my own blood type?

That's not ideal.

Well, shit.

Oh, that is disgusting.

[chuckles] What is it?

Decubitus ulcers?

Oh, those can get nasty.

Yeah, I could never do this. I'm already traumatized.

Well, I don't know if I can do it either. Right now I'm just looking at pictures.

Well, I believe in you.

[faint, distant hammer pounding]

Did you hear that?

My neighbor does chores on the weekend.

[faint, distant hammer pounding]

I can't listen to this.

Uh...

You get used to it.

Mm-hmm.

[faint, distant hammer pounding]

[hammer pounding]

[woman screams]

-No! -Where are you going?

Tell this guy enough with the handyman shit for the day!

-Why? -Because it's driving me fucking crazy!

Hello! Stop, fuck off. There are people in here.

Stop it, asshole! Fuck you!

Are you okay?

[sighs]

I am now.

Is there anything I can do?

Yeah, you can have sex with me, so I know that I can.

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

[door slams]

Hey. All right, where did you get those?

-Online. -That simple, huh?

That simple.

Can I try one?

Sure. They're from a shitty website, so...

they're probably sugar pills, and they don't do anything, but yeah.

-Can I try two, then? -Sure.

Yeah.

Thank you.

-You should swallow the pills. -That's just how I do it.

Yeah.

I miss you too.

Can I talk to Mommy?

[speaking native language]

[overlapping social media audio]

[dog whimpering in video]

[blows land]

[dog whimpering]

[weeping softly]

Well, you left in a hurry.

I did.

Joy was pissed.

I, uh... found a name.

Look, I don't know what you're planning on doing with it,

and...

to be honest, I don't want to know.

But if you think it's gonna help in some way, so be it.

Just, uh...

Don't get hurt. Alright?

[bottle cap clatters]

[mysterious music rises]

[indistinct voice speaking]

Once ground zero...

[voice continues]

Just a reminder: that guy's banned from pretty much every platform.

Enjoy looking at him.

Okay.

And, by the way, clean your neck, please.

Okay.

Not sure what that has to do with anything.

[laughs] She's starting to fucking lose it.

[muttering]

Holy shit.

You know what? I don't think anyone is going to recognize you.

You did.

Yeah, 'cause I was there, I remember what you were wearing.

I can barely see your face in the video.

[sighs]

[worried sigh]

So was it like kind of self-defense or kind of?

No.

[no audible speech]

[Bob] No?

No.

Okay. What do you want me to do?

I don't know. It's your ticket, not mine.

It doesn't break any of our rules,

so deleting it might bring more attention.

I don't want to get you into any trouble.

Maybe I deserve to be in trouble.

Daisy, it's not you.

It's this fucking place, it's not you.

It's got a lot of views. The guy never filed a police report.

I checked, so you're probably in the clear.

Still, though, it's so fucking ugly.

"Girls boss destroys." [light chuckle]

[Bob] Yeah, it's ugly.

[woman cries out]

I went on a date... or I tried to.

But I got upset, and I left.

We're-we're supposed to talk about work-related issues.

Yes, I left because of a ticket.

Okay, and what specifically about this ticket

made you do that?

It bothered me.

Can you explain why?

Sometimes vocalizing an image

stuck in your head can help root it out.

Well, you make that sound easy.

Just give it a go.

Um...

Mmm. People want to hurt people.

Okay, so in this video there was an act of violence.

Yes, and it made me want to hurt someone too.

I see.

You know, sometimes when I go for a run, um,

to pump myself up, I daydream about getting into a fight,

defending my wife, punching some jerk for accosting her.

It's quite a common fantasy, but it's not a healthy one.

It's actually quite selfish putting someone else in a position of danger

to make myself feel empowered.

But if that actually happened, you wouldn't be putting her in danger.

You'd be protecting her from it.

Sure, but my point is, in these situations,

we tend to ignore the victim and focus instead on the villain.

We funnel our energy into revenge or justice

or whatever you want to call it, and we develop a hero complex.

But you're not the hero here, Daisy. This isn't some detective story.

You're just a regular person doing a regular job.

Yes, thank you.

But maybe the girl in the video wants that guy to suffer like she did.

It's what I would want.

[clears throat]

You have an impulse, yeah?

To take action, which is a wonderful thing.

Unless that impulse is to do something not wonderful.

-It is not an impulse. -What is it then?

I try to forget, and I keep getting reminded

over and over, and I know it sounds crazy,

but it feels like the universe is telling me:

"Go find this guy!"

Because it feels like our fates are intertwined,

and I can't feel free until I fucking do something about it.

But that's simply not true, Daisy.

How do you know that?

Because if it were true, you'd be talking to him now, not me.

-[voice on telephone drones] -[knock on door]

Just a sec, wait. What?

I quit.

Your employee contract requires two weeks' notice

before resignation takes effect.

If you don't oblige, we'll take it to court.

Two weeks it is.

[urgent music rises]

[urgent music continues]

No!

Fuck! No!

Fuck! Aah!

Poor guy.

[man] Fuck!

[indistinct shouting]

[man shouts indistinctly]

[urgent music continues]

[urgent music slows]

Don't fucking do it, bro.

[woman screaming]

Okay, I get it.

[distant siren wails]

[door opens]

[man] Daisy Morris?

Tell me something you learned at your last job.

Well, I was in tech, and while I learned nothing about computers,

it taught me a lot about people.

Because that's what the internet is. It's just people.

And for a while my biggest desire was to help these people,

which is why I wanted to be a nurse.

[man] Yes, that's why many young men and women enter the field of medicine.

I'm sure you hear this all the time, but...

we think we need to devote ourselves to something noble and altruistic.

Something that makes our lives meaningful and important,

but this job taught me that not everyone deserves...

help.

Some people deserve the opposite.

I realize that's not the best thing to say in a job interview,

but what I'm getting at is:

I have learned how to hold myself and others to task.

That's a good skill. Very good.

Another thing I learned:

There are three types of people:

people who make the world better,

people who make the world worse,

and people who watch.

Most people, they watch.

That's it. That's all they do.

I would rather be one of the other two.

Let me make sure I have this correct:

You'd rather make the world worse than do nothing?

Yes.

Okay, now you lost me.

Well, bad things happen no matter what.

And sometimes the only way to stop a bad thing...

...is with another bad thing.

You know, I'm not sure I agree with you there.

Well, I figured you wouldn't.

-Is that right? -Yeah.

As interesting as all this may be,

I don't quite understand how it pertains to the question I asked.

Or our meeting. Or a career in your desired field.

Oh no, it's related.

Well, you might think so, but I'm not seeing it.

Trust me, it's all related.

[sinister music rises]

[objects clattering]