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(Woman sobbing and sniffling)

(Woman talking in distance, indistinct)

(Paper ripping)

- (Woman): Menteur!

(Man speaking French on TV)

It's best...

(Woman sobbing)

C'est assez!

(Chair scraping floor)

(Woman continues sobbing)

(Footsteps)

(Door sliding open)

(Wind whistling)

Pardonnez-moi!

(Pigeon wings flapping)

(Woman gasping)

(Clattering)

(Tires screeching)

(Crashing)

(Alarm blaring in distance)

(* Sweet Rock n Roll by Vibrolux on radio *)

(Chuckling)

- ** Yeah, baby, wanna get in on the action... *

* I must say you cause a chain reaction *

* You got me so, little sister *

* My sweetest rock and roll *

* My sweetest *

* My sweetest rock and roll *

(Kate chuckling)

* My sweetest *

* My sweetest rock and roll *

* You hit me like a freight train *

* Rolling down a track, now *

* I need your love thing *

* I'm at the top of the stack now *

* You got me so, little sister... *

(Walkie-talkie beeps)

- (French accent): Hey, Joe.

Girl, Aisle 17. She's dumping stuff in her bag.

- (Joe): On it, Kate. Thanks.

- Sure!

- * My sweetest rock and roll *

* My sweetest *

* She's my sweetest rock and roll **

(Sighing)

- (Woman): Your cheque bounced, Nicky.

I'm not taking him!

- (Whispering): Oh, for fuck's sake!

Come on, you just cashed it too quick!

Come on! I'm gonna be late again!

(Sighing)

How am I supposed to pay you if I can't get to work

to earn the cash to pay you!

You fucking fool! God!

(Cody grunting)

(Cell phone beeping)

OK, I'm setting Cody down.

If you don't open the goddamn door, he's gonna freeze.

I'm leaving. I'll be back at 5:30 with the cash!

(Cody crying)

You want dinosaur? Here.

- I'm gonna call Social Services on you.

- Yeah, well, then you for sure won't be getting your money,

because I won't need a sitter.

(Cody crying)

(Whispering): Oh fuck!

(Sighing)

- (Woman): You have 2 refills left on your prescription.

The pharmacist would like to go over the side effects with you.

- (Irish accent): I've taken them before, love.

- There are many drug interactions with--

- It's fine.

Now, if you just look under my file,

you'll see it's covered completely under insurance.

It's under Simon Brunson.

Take care not to staple the bag shut!

(Telephone ringing)

- (Radley): I still don't get the concept.

- Well, it's basically the idea

that nothing can come to fruition

without having thought of it beforehand.

- OK, but that seems like wishing, though.

- No, it's not wishing. It's giving birth to an idea.

I'm putting myself in the frame of mind

in a few weeks I'm gonna be moving out of this office

and into something bigger and better.

Putting it out into the universe

and, of course, acting on it physically

will make it happen.

- OK...

So if I stuck a sign that said "Store Manager"

on my office door,

in a few months, I'd have your job?

- Well, I wouldn't be that overt about it.

These things are better kept to yourself

so that nothing can interfere with your plans.

You'll get to test my theory out in a few days,

because by Friday,

I'm gonna know if I'm the new regional manager,

so you're gonna have to suck up to somebody else.

- Well, good luck, man!

I hope you get it.

- Thank you, Radley.

- For both of our sakes.

- Indeed.

Could you get me some crack filler from the warehouse?

There should be some tubes of it somewhere in there.

I hate the look of an unfinished office.

- Uh, yeah, sure.

- Thanks.

(* Woman singing rock song on radio, indistinct *)

(* Muzak on PA )

- (Man 1 on PA): Today, in our electronics department...

(Toilet flushing)

- Pull your shirt up. This ain't some strip joint!

- (Man 2 on PA): Could an associate in sporting goods

call R-204?

An associate in sporting goods, call R-204.

- (Woman): Are you hiring for the Christmas season?

- (Man 3): Our store will be closing in 5 minutes.

For your shopping convenience,

Fairfax will be open at 10:00 tomorrow morning.

(Telephone ringing)

(Ringing continues)

- Shit!

(Telephone beeps)

Hello?

- Hey, man!

- Oh, Kev!

Took you bloody long enough to call me back, brother!

- I didn't wanna call until I had something concrete.

How are you?

- Oh, bored!

I had to take a bloody temp job being a store detective

because you fools took so bloody long to call me back.

So, give me some good news, huh?

- Make an appointment for a physical.

If you pass that, you can get re-evaluated in January.

- January. Fuck, man! That's 2 months away!

- You're gonna need to be

in perfect mental and physical condition.

We talked about this.

Look, I'll call you with your dates in a few weeks.

Um, you have fun catching batties!

(Panting)

(Telephone beeps)

(Glass breaking)

(Chuckling)

- So was that good for you?

(Sighing)

- I, uh, I just need a moment.

(Both laughing)

(Laughing)

(Door opening and closing)

(Sighing)

Hi!

- Hello!

- That was great.

(Laughing)

Uh, I'm--I'm just gonna take a quick shower.

- Yeah, sure.

- OK?

(Chuckling)

(Sighing)

(Door opening)

Honey, are you awake?

- I'm awake.

- Well, uh, I figured I could just bunk on your floor.

I promise I won't come near you.

- No, I don't think so.

- Oh, come on!

I could just scooch into a corner or something.

(Sighing)

- I saw you jerking off.

So you're faking now?

I mean, why did I even get naked?

What?

(Sighing)

What?

- I just wondered when the next time we're gonna be intimate is.

- I thought we just were.

James, I'm doing my best here.

- I know.

We just haven't had real sex in over a year

and maybe you could give me a hint.

- You want me to give you a fucking timeline?

(Chuckling)

So thrilled you think my life is amusing.

- Oh, come on! It's not like that!

It's just, sometimes it feels like

you think you're the only one who's suffering.

- She was my sister.

- Yeah, well, her stupidity has a long reach.

I guess I just wanna know

how long I'm gonna be in purgatory for.

- Get out.

(Sighing)

(* Deck the Halls on PA *)

- Will this be on your Fairfax card?

- Cash.

- You can get 15% off.

- No.

- Darla, when's my break?

I need to get out of here, like now.

- It's not for another 15 minutes, hon.

Can you hold it till then?

(Cash register beeping)

That'll be $19.98.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- You're looking worn, honey.

- You're late with your support payment.

- Oh, am I? Oh!

- I'm not running this stuff through.

You don't even pay for your child's clothes.

You can't buy some random chick bikinis.

- I'm paying. I get a lot of tips.

- Don't talk to me. He has another version of you every week.

- Screw you!

- She's just pissed 'cause she can't fit in them.

Just ring it through.

- Leave and get in another line.

- Ring this through! - (James): Is there a problem?

- Yeah, your cashier won't let my girl pay for our stuff.

- Ah! Well, Nicole, I think it's time for your break.

- Thank you, sir.

- (Imitating Nicole): Thank you, sir! Oh!

Slut!

- Will this be on your Fairfax card today?

- I'm paying in change.

- I see.

There doesn't seem to be a SKU on this product.

Uh, I'll just have to call for a price check.

(PA beeping)

(Echoing on PA): Can I get a price check

on extra-small condoms to cash--

(PA beeping)

(Coins jingling)

- You shouldn't have done that, asshole!

- Hi! Find everything you're looking for today?

- He shouldn't have said that! He's the manager.

- Yeah, how do you know?

- I stole some shit there before when I was in high school,

like 2 years ago.

They're all cocksuckers!

- We should burn this fucking place to the ground!

- OK, let's do it!

- Are you serious?

- Yeah! Why not?

Come on!

- Now?

- You got something better to do?

- Fuck, I like you!

(Both chuckling)

(Sniffling)

(Alarm wailing)

- (Woman on PA): Fire alarm activated.

Fairfax Mall, 175 Ferry Cove Road.

(Alarm ringing)

- (Echoing on PA): This is a real alarm, folks.

It's just for a short while.

Take advantage of some great coffee across at Reid's Café

while we get this all taken care of.

Your safety is our first concern.

OK, guys, right towards the exit.

- You stay put until all of the customers are out.

Oh, it's a false alarm anyway.

- I smell smoke.

(Sniffing)

- Oh, it's nothing!

- Rhonda, Rhonda!

Call Joe, make sure he gets Kate out of the building, OK?

- Oh! Oh!

- Thank you.

(Alarm continues ringing)

- When the fire department gets here,

tell them the massive blaze is in a garbage can

in the men's changing room.

(Door opening)

- Come on, Kate. We gotta go.

- It's a fire in a can!

Look!

And it's out!

- James wants me to get you out of the building.

- Go tell the fire department it's no longer an issue

before they come in here and soak everything.

- Look we have to get-- Aw, shit!

Come on!

- My stuff is getting wet!

- Look, we gotta get out of here. Let's go!

- No, I'm not going outside with everybody.

I'd rather burn in the non-existent fire.

- I will grab you if I have to.

Come on!

- Franchement!

OK! Go first!

- Aw, come on, Kate!

(Man on truck radio, indistinct)

- Kate's still inside. I can't get her out.

- Thanks.

Hey, there's still somebody in the building.

She's in the office.

It's through the warehouse, up the stairs.

(Sighing)

(Alarm continues ringing)

- Hey! The fire is out!

(Talking, indistinct)

Hey! No! No, just don't touch me!

No, get away from me! Hey!

Hey! OK, I'm gonna walk!

Hey! No, stop!

You can't--

OK, I'm gonna walk! Come on, let me go!

No, you can't!

(Ringing stops)

(Whimpering)

(Gasping)

(Ringing resumes)

- There's nothing to see here, OK?

(Sobbing)

Everything's fine!

(Ringing stops)

(Sighing)

Wish breaking things made me feel better.

- Help yourself!

- I had to get everybody out of the building, Kate.

- Right. It could've impacted your job.

- Look, I didn't know they were gonna grab you.

I--

Would you just please come inside?

- Not right now.

(* The First Noel on PA *)

(Whispering): What the fuck?

(Sighing)

- Kate?

I tried to catch you before you came in.

- My stuff is all gone!

- They couldn't get the damn sprinklers off for hours

in this section.

The rest of the store is actually bone dry.

Here, we've got a broken pipe.

Uh, we've had to move you into our room.

(Breathing unevenly)

Just come in and take a look, OK?

You'll have your own out-of-the-way space,

and it's just until we can get all this fixed up.

I'll give you a couple minutes,

and when you get a moment, just come check it out.

- Yeah.

- (Man on TV): In sports,

the National Hockey League featured a busy 5-game...

(Man on TV, indistinct)

(Sighing)

- Thank you. Yeah, the police have been wonderful.

And thank you for the extension.

Bye!

What can I do for you?

- So, what did head office say?

- Well, thankfully,

they decided to postpone the decision about the job

until I've got the store back on track.

- Oh! Well, that--that's nice of them, right?

- Yeah, I'm taking it as a good sign.

Because they couldn't possibly have me fix their store

and then not promote me.

- No.

Well, here, um, this might help too.

Early Christmas present from me.

Um, actually, I got one for myself too.

It says "store manager."

'Cause you never know, right?

- You never know. - Yeah.

- Thank you!

- No problem, man!

- You made it.

You've got your own private space.

Look, no one will cross it.

I'll make sure that the guys go to the staff room

for all their breaks.

- Joe, I apologize for yesterday.

- We all understand.

- I need to start keeping my problems to myself.

- Kate, you know what? Don't worry about it.

- Do you mind if I'm in here alone

while I get the monitors set up?

- Sure!

(Sighing)

(Door closing)

(Key pad beeping)

(Car honking)

- One sec!

(Grunting)

(Bell jingling)

(Chuckling)

- Well, that's festive!

- Do you mind if I put up some stuff?

- No.

- James hates Christmas.

- Hello?

- Jesus! I totally forgot that you were starting today.

I apologize.

- That's all right. I can come back if you'd like.

- No! Welcome! It's my fault.

Uh, well, that's Kate. She's our eyes here.

- Hey!

- Hi, Kate.

- And why don't you just throw your shit in Locker 3?

You'll like it here. We get some good drama.

(Laughing)

- Great!

- I'm gonna need you to fill out some paperwork,

so I'll run and get that from Radley.

Make yourself comfortable,

and when I get back, we'll go on a store walk-through.

- Mm-hmm.

- Kate, I'm just gonna be gone for a couple minutes,

but I'll be right back, OK?

(Door closing)

- So you worked here long, then?

- Almost a year now.

My husband is the store manager. He's been here for 7 years.

- I should stay on your good side, then.

(Chuckling)

Anything funny ever happen on those screens?

- The whole human experience unfolds daily.

Sometimes it's even better than reality TV.

- Hmm!

(Exhaling sharply)

Are you all right?

- I'm gonna come back.

- OK.

Uh, I'll watch your screens for you, then.

- No, can you just not cross that red line?

Right there.

- (Man on PA): ** All the children shout out loud *

* They are waiting for Santa to come... *

(* Lyrics indistinct )

* For a ring-ding-a-ling Ding-ding-a-ding Christmas *

* And sparkling, magical Christmas *

* The most wonderful, marvellous Christmas... *

(Telephone ringing in distance)

(Sighing)

(Inhaling deeply)

- * While their family and friends *

* Make their way through the snow *

(Exhaling loudly)

* For this special time of the year... **

(Grunting)

- (Whispering): Goddammit!

(Breathing deeply)

(* Lyrics indistinct )

(Door opening and closing)

Hey!

A lot of screens to keep track of there.

- Um, listen, I'm gonna be honest.

I have a thing with personal space,

and I'm not feeling too hot right now,

so if you could just keep back, that would be great.

- I can do that.

Don't worry. I take those too.

- You ready?

- Hi! Yeah, just chatting up our friend, Kate, here.

Bye!

- Hey!

- Hey! I was trying to be quiet.

- I took a sleeping pill.

I guess I didn't make it to bed.

- Hey, you want some coffee?

- Yeah, sure!

- So, I got some exciting news about the job.

- Oh yeah? Like what? Some new car allowance?

- No. Actually, yeah,

and also a new residence.

- What do you mean?

- Well, uh, they moved the job to Toronto.

But they're gonna take care of our moving expenses,

even show our house to buyers while we're gone.

They're gonna take care of everything.

- Was this always the plan?

- Well, think of the opportunity.

I mean, I'm sure there's support groups up there

or clinics or retreats or something.

You're gonna get all the help you need.

It'll be good for you.

- I don't wanna move.

- OK, um,

well, you know,

we don't have to talk about it right now.

Just give it a few days, think about it, let it digest.

It's not really even a reality yet, anyway.

- This isn't ideal,

but I have a little bit of a life here.

- It's not my fault the job changed locations.

- You still want it?

You'll be on the road up there, and I won't have a job.

They're only easy on me here because of your influence.

- I can do the same for you there.

- But it'll be with people who don't know me.

Here, I can get groceries.

I can pick up takeout. I have a few friends.

- I want you there with me.

But you gotta let this go!

OK, you just gotta confront this!

Grab the bull by the horns and deal with this shit!

- I'm trying!

- I've worked so hard to get us to the top,

and your shit is gonna bring us down again

and I won't let that happen.

- I want this for you. I do.

- Do you know how it would look if I showed up without you?

I've been so forthcoming to corporate about your problems,

and they have been more than accommodating.

They've helped with insurance for your meds.

If I show up there without you,

I'd look like an asshole, and you'd seem ungrateful.

- I want my life to stay the same.

That's what I want, for it to just be calm.

- What you need to do is stop indulging in your misery.

- Hey, you think I like this?

What are you doing?

Hey, I need those.

- No more crutches.

- Those are prescribed to me for a reason!

You can't leave with--

- Don't get any closer!

- James, come on!

- I want my fucking wife back!

(Kate gasping)

(Exhaling loudly)

(Tires screeching)

(Gasping)

(Exhaling loudly)

- I need to get in to see a doctor today.

It's for a refill.

Well, can you refer me to someone else?

No, I need them today.

No, I can't go wait in the Emergency Room for 9 hours!

Come on! It's just for a refill!

Ah, va chier, osti!

(Muttering indistinctly)

(Telephone beeping)

(Sighing)

(Busy signal)

Um...

(Grunting)

(Panting)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Engine revving)

- Could you be any later?

- Here.

- Why don't you come in?

Cody wants to see you.

- No, I can't. Crystal's waiting.

Besides, you know the kid's just gonna cry

when he sees me, anyway.

- Fine, whatever. It just better all be here.

- Well, it's a $100 short.

- What? This is already 2 months late as it is.

- Oh, come on, Nicole! Don't give me this horseshit!

- He grows, you know? He eats. He needs haircuts.

- Oh, does he?

- Yeah, he's not a fucking paper doll! Aw!

- Fuck you!

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Busy signal)

- (Whispering): OK.

(Whispering indistinctly)

(Knocking)

(Woman laughing)

(Sighing)

(Men and women laughing in distance)

(Grunting)

- Kate?

(Grunting)

(Whispering): What the fuck?

- The door was open.

- Can you get me some water?

Please?

- Yeah, sure.

(Simon groaning)

- What time is it?

(Whispering): Oh fuck!

- Um, just about 10:30.

There you go.

- Thanks.

(Sighing)

You mind me asking why you broke into my place?

- Well, I'm out of meds.

My husband told me we might be moving to Toronto,

and I didn't react the way he wanted,

so he took all my meds and drove off.

So I was hoping you might just give me a few pills.

I could pay you for them.

- I've been a lot of things in my life.

I've never been a drug dealer.

- I'm sorry. I don't wanna put you on the spot.

- No, hey, Kate, it's fine. It's fine, it's fine!

Take whatever you need.

As long as you don't pay me for 'em,

I'm not, you know, technically a drug dealer.

- OK, thank you.

(Pills rattling)

- Why don't you sit down?

- I was just stuck.

- I know.

- Yeah.

(Exhaling loudly)

Uh, I'm just gonna...

- Go nuts.

- Oh, sorry.

(Coughing)

There you go.

(Exhaling loudly)

I haven't been to someone else's place

in a very long time.

(Chuckling)

- If I'd have known, I would've cleaned up for you,

but I guess I should probably be flattered, right?

- Um...

- Maybe you should go through withdrawal more often.

You might get out of the house a little bit more.

Kate.

What are you gonna do?

- I don't know.

Don't know.

- I think you probably--

You know, you probably have to go to Toronto.

- And why is that?

- Well, because your husband obviously likes you well enough

to hijack all your meds.

- Yeah, I guess.

(Sighing)

- You want a beer?

- Uh...

- I'll get you a beer. - Yeah.

(Kate chuckling)

- All right. Hold on.

Here.

(Sighing)

- Um...

Yep!

- Nicole.

- Oh, yep! I filled that out.

- All right. Looks like you're all set.

- It says there to pay by credit card, but I have it in cash.

Is that OK?

- Absolutely.

And for future reference,

we usually ask our patients

to leave their children with a caregiver during a procedure.

- Oh yeah, of course.

Can you--can you just watch him?

Thanks.

Here. He likes this.

Take it. Take it.

OK, back?

(Gasping)

(Groaning)

It stings!

(Chuckling)

(* Carol of the Bells on PA *)

- (James): So, the water main comes just up from there.

(James talking, indistinct)

- (Whispering): Aw, fuck!

(Sighing)

- (Through earpiece): Uh, 2 kids.

Aisle 12. They're lifting speakers.

Simon, you're one aisle from them.

- Yeah.

- They're wearing hoodies.

Keep to the one with the backpack.

- (Simon): Hey, boys.

Let's look in the bag.

- (Kate on PA): Uh, Joe, Simon's got one kid.

The 2nd kid is running out the entrance.

- Come here!

- Fuck off!

Ow! Jeez, it hurts!

- Get up!

- Good job, man.

- Come on, let's go!

- Let's go, Speedy.

Let's go out back, wait for the cops.

- You're fucking killing me!

- Enough!

- What the hell is that?

It fucking hurts, you freak!

- Chief!

- (Chief, Irish accent): We'll, uh, be seeing you soon?

- Yeah, yeah.

Keeping in fine form.

- Good stuff!

(Chuckling)

(Cell ringing)

- Ben, where the fuck are you?

- Hey, it's--it's--

Look, we can't come and get Cody right now.

Why don't you just put him in a cab and zip him on over?

(Noisy crowd in background on telephone)

- Forget it.

(Cell phone beeping)

(Chuckling)

(Simon sighing)

- (Simon): It was an eventful day!

- Nice catch!

(Chuckling)

- He was a little shit.

(Chuckling)

- Are you going to the Christmas party?

- Uh, I don't know. Are you going?

- Yeah!

No. No.

No, I'm just gonna stick around,

go grab some takeout and watch a movie.

You can stay if you want to.

- Hmm! What you watching?

- Les Amours Imaginaires.

It's a Quebecois film.

I've seen it, like, 100 times.

- Well, that's an endorsement.

- It's a beautiful film.

- Well, if you're staying,

do you mind if I just mess around in the warehouse?

- No, sure!

- Great!

- OK, well, have fun!

I'll be back, but I'm locking you in.

Hmm? So don't set off the alarm, please.

My eyes are watching.

No funny business!

(Chuckling)

(Approaching footsteps)

- Hi! I'm so sorry to bother you.

I'm Nicole. I live just down the hall.

I'm supposed to be at work, and my ex has totally bailed on me.

So I was just wondering, if I give you my baby monitor,

could you keep an ear out for some son, Cody?

He should be out cold.

- I don't know!

- I'm gonna be home before midnight,

and really, you don't have to do anything.

Just go to bed, and he sleeps through the whole night.

It's just if anything happens,

the key's under the mat.

It's Apartment 11.

- OK, then.

- Oh my God! Thank you so much!

You rock!

(Whispering): Oh my God!

(Static and feedback)

- That'll wake him!

Oh! Oh!

(Static stops)

(Sighing)

(* Electronic dance )

- Can you turn it down for a minute? Thanks!

(Music stops)

- (Man): Aw, man! Turn it back on!

(Exhaling sharply)

- Ladies and gentlemen,

on behalf of your store manager, James Ascher,

myself, assistant store manager, Radley Weil,

and the rest of your administration,

Happy holidays, everybody.

(Employees applauding)

Um, a few rules for tonight, all right?

One is that we have a zero-tolerance policy

about uploading pictures from our store and its functions.

(Employees groaning)

All right? That's just cause to be fired,

so, uh, don't even go there.

Uh, take as many tasteless pictures as you want.

Just keep them to yourselves, OK?

- (Woman): Turn the music back on!

- Also, we have--

- OK, send them a memo at the store, all right?

Don't kill the buzz at the party.

- Gotcha. Gotcha.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, your manager, James Ascher,

would like to wish you a Merry Christmas,

so give it up for James Ascher.

- Thank you!

Well, Merry Christmas, everybody.

You'll see that Santa has gifts for all of you.

(Employees exclaiming)

And I'd just like to thank you so much for all your hard work.

You make me look really good.

- (Woman): Aw!

- Thank you. Enjoy your party!

(Chuckling)

- Whoo!

Did you actually buy gifts for everybody?

(* Partyology by The Arka Teks on stereo *)

- Why don't you go sit on Santa's lap and find out?

- ** This is how we do *

* This is how we do *

* We've got degrees in partyology *

* We all got... **

- Aw, come on!

- Here you are, Kate!

When are you gonna come to the front door?

- How much do I owe you again?

- $24.50.

- Keep the change.

- Oh, fine!

Next time you come to the front door! Our restaurant beautiful!

- Thanks, Mei!

(* Alive Again by Champion on stereo *)

- ** You're driving me *

* Alive again *

* You're driving me *

* Alive again *

* No harm to me *

* In all your hands *

* No lines to cross *

(Exhaling sharply)

* No lines to gain *

(Grunting)

* You set me free *

* And we let it be *

(Exhaling sharply)

* No harm to me *

(Grunting)

* You're in, you'll see *

* You're driving me *

* Alive again *

* You're driving me *

* Alive again *

* We all exceed We all pretend *

* Then again *

* We die in peace *

(Grunting)

* No worries at least, yeah *

* Release, release me *

(Clattering)

* You drive me all wrong *

* You're driving me *

(Security system beeping)

* Alive again *

(Beeping stops)

* You're driving me *

* Alive again *

* Alive again... *

- (Simon): Kate!

(Simon grunting)

- Oh my God!

Right here!

Just wait!

I'll get that thing!

OK! OK, you can jump down!

(Both panting)

* You're driving me *

* Alive again... *

Are you OK?

No, I'm not kidding. Are you OK?

(Laughing)

That's not fun--

(Sighing)

- I'm sorry.

- OK, you don't do that again.

- I didn't do it on purpose.

(Panting)

(Simon laughing)

* Alive again *

- You s--

You scared me the shit out of me.

* Alive again **

(* Never Wrong by Miles Jones on stereo *)

- (Woman): Do you guys want anything?

- ** I just gotta *

* And it goes on and on *

* Pop another bottle and the champagne's gone *

* Turn up the song *

* You don't know what we on *

* And it goes on and on *

* Pop another bottle and the champagne's gone *

* We can never be wrong *

* You don't know what we on **

- (Woman): Hi!

(* Miles Jones rapping on stereo, indistinct *)

- Merry Christmas, Mr. Ascher!

- James!

- I never got a chance to thank you for that day

where you were so awesome with my ex.

- No problem!

- Can I get you a drink?

- Um, no, thank you. I've reached my quota.

I wouldn't want to be inebriated in front of the staff.

- Well, you can sneak a shooter.

- Hey, uh, you could get me one.

I mean, having the staff see me loaded makes me look

like I'm on their level, you know?

(Chuckling)

- We're not on the same level?

Cheers!

- Thanks!

Whoo! That was strong!

Thank you.

- No problem.

- Hey, don't go anywhere.

I--I--I'll be back in a few minutes.

I, um, I gotta go request a song from the DJ.

We're friends.

All right? Don't go anywhere.

- (Chuckling): Oh my God!

OK, I know you already saved me from my mistake of an ex,

but if you could tell me how to get away from Mr. Weil

before he gets back here, I would be very, very grateful.

(Chuckling)

(Knocking)

- Hi!

- Hi!

- OK, uh, so I just want to be upfront.

I'm--I'm married,

so I don't want my wife finding out about this or anything.

- Yeah, it's OK.

- Oh! Whoa! Holy shit!

Uh, sorry, I haven't been laid in a long time.

(Sighing)

- Oh!

- She works at the store,

so we can't really talk there or anything.

- Do I know her?

Is she-- Do I know her?

Where does she work?

- Security. She works watching the security cameras.

- It's a good thing we're not at the store, then.

- Yeah.

Oh, fuck it!

(Moaning)

(Computer beeping)

(Speaking French)

- (Simon): So fancy!

You've got your own private theatre in here.

- (Kate): I like it in here at night.

I can wander all over like a normal person.

Help yourself!

- The only thing not normal about you

is your love for something that looks like squid.

- That's really good.

- Sure it is.

(* Know My Name by Kandle *)

** Didn't know it was done *

* Got the hint as I watched him run *

* You should've saved me some *

* Got a head start Now go *

* Catch him easy 'cause he's too slow *

* Say I told you so **

(Woman speaking French on TV)

- What?

(Laughing)

- You know, you can touch people, right?

- No, I can't.

- You can.

- No.

- Mm-hmm.

You touch everything else, right?

- Yes.

- Right. So it's not that you can't touch anything,

it's that it can't touch you back.

- No. - No?

- No, I don't think so.

No, it's not the same thing at all.

- How is it not the same?

- I don't know. I just--

I don't react the same way. That's it.

- Hmm! Wait.

Try this.

I'm gonna put my hand right here.

OK?

- You want me to poke your hand?

- I'm not gonna move it. You just go on.

I won't even look, right? You go ahead.

- You're pissing me off. I'm not gonna do that.

- Come on, do it!

- No! I can't!

- What's wrong with you?

(Chuckling)

No, I'm just kidding!

- I can't do it!

- We'll jack you up on meds after.

I've got a bag full of meds, right?

Just do it!

Come on.

- Just poke it?

- Quick as you can.

(Sighing)

- OK.

(Clearing throat)

(Chuckling)

Why are you laughing?

- I'm not. Sorry!

(Sighing)

See?

Do I need to get my meds?

- No.

(Clearing throat)

- There you have it.

There you have it.

(Sighing)

(Chuckling)

(Sighing)

- You know who needs to get laid? Rhonda.

- Why would you even say that?

(Laughing)

God! I'm gonna bleach that out of my mind!

God, you think any of the staff notice

that I'm not at the party yet?

- Trust me. They're having way more fun without you.

- (Man on stereo): ** So delicious *

* You're so delicious *

- (Woman): * Give it to me **

- How did you lose your arm?

- Uh, on the job.

There was a fire in this mechanic's garage,

and there was tools and metal and everything,

and it just blew up,

and cut my arm clean off.

- Well, that's crazy.

- Yeah! You know, what's even crazier

is that when I woke up after the surgery,

they, uh, they had to tell me that my arm was missing.

I could still feel both hands.

They had to tell me which one was gone.

- When was that?

- Uh, 6 months, 6 months ago.

- That just happened!

- Yeah! Quick healer.

I'll be back to work in no time

after they run me through some tests

and make sure I'm able-bodied,

but I'll be back.

- That's why you're climbing shelving.

- Exactly.

- But what are you gonna do if you don't get it back on?

- It's not gonna happen!

- I don't understand.

- You don't understand what?

- My sister's death was over a year ago, and I'm...

I'm just still wrecked.

- Hmm! Look, I know you think you're messed up

or fucked up or whatever,

but most of the guys I work with,

they've got what you've got

in, I don't know, one way or another, so...

I think the thing that you've gotta remember is that...

that your, uh, your mind is just trying to protect you

from--from what can hurt you.

So if things can't touch you, they--they can't hurt you.

I don't know.

I think if maybe you just allow yourself

to feel the feeling you have

and then just, I don't know, let it go...

maybe you'd get some of that control back.

- But I feel in control now.

- You know, we could try this thing.

Some of these guys I work with,

they've have seen some really fucked-up shit.

They have them do this thing called flooding.

You know, you make a recording about what happened,

and then you can play it over and over again

until it doesn't mean anything to you anymore.

- I don't know if I want it to mean nothing.

- No, it's not what I meant.

I just...

You know, it doesn't--it doesn't carry as much weight.

(Siren wailing in distance)

- Oh shit!

(Keys jingling)

(Sighing)

(Whispering): Come here!

Oh! Oh!

(Cooing)

Hey!

- (Girl): Mommy!

- Hey!

Hey, what are you doing here?

- I wanna go home!

- Um, we're gonna call your mommy, OK?

No, you stay there, OK? Wait for me just a second.

Right, um...

(Whispering): There you go.

OK. No!

(Chuckling)

No, you--you don't touch me, OK?

OK, you come with me.

We're gonna call mommy on the phone, OK? Come!

OK!

Come!

- (Officer): Yeah, this happens every once in a while.

(Man on police radio, indistinct)

- Listen, thanks for your help. Yeah.

- I'll get the door.

- OK, have a Merry Christmas!

- Happy holidays.

- Bye-bye!

- Take care.

(Exhaling loudly)

- It's a good thing that you checked!

Can you imagine being 3 years old and lost in the dark?

- Thanks for coming back.

- Hey!

You helped that kid!

(Sighing)

- Hey!

- If you get that job, I'm going to Toronto.

(Door closing)

(Sighing)

(Grunting)

- (Whispering): Oh shit!

(Grunting)

(Telephone ringing)

(Panting)

(Ringing continues)

(Grunting)

(Answering machine beeping)

- Simon, it's Janice from Dr. Dawson's office calling.

We had a cancellation,

and I know you wanna come in as soon as possible.

It looks like we're going to have an opening for you

right after the holidays on January 2 at 10:15.

Please give me a call to confirm. Happy holidays.

(* Deck the Halls on PA *)

(Music stops)

(Door opening)

- Ah, here he is!

- Hey!

- You did it!

Christmas season is officially over.

(Sighing)

- I'm exhausted!

- A brutal few weeks?

- Yeah. I can't help feeling like I forgot something.

- You sent in the payroll?

- Two days ago.

- Then it's probably hunger.

There's a tourtière in the oven.

It's nearly ready.

(Oven beeping)

Hey, just wait!

I have a present for you.

- What is it?

- No moving.

Put your left hand out.

- Nice present.

- You can't touch me.

Only I can touch you.

- You should be proud of yourself.

- I've been practising.

- I realized what I forgot.

I--I gotta go back to the store. I'll just be an hour.

- You're going back?

- Yeah, I'll be quick. I'm sorry.

- What are you gonna do,

call corporate so they think you never leave?

- Hey, that's actually a good idea!

Uh, save me some food.

- OK.

(Sighing)

- (Whispering): "And Santa Mouse said: 'Let's be friends.'

"And that is how the story ends,

"as Montague held in his paws

"the proof that there is a Santa Claus.

"Santa is a friend who's true,

"and I believe in him, don't you?"

- Where you going?

- Get some smokes.

- Oh, get me a pack.

- Give me the money first, and I will.

- Make it my Christmas present.

- I wouldn't spend that much money on you.

- Here, get him some smokes!

Get me a scratch ticket, something with purple on it.

- OK, I'll be back in a bit.

- Hey, don't let Santa's reindeer shit on you

on your way.

- I'm getting you menthol!

(Grunting)

- (Male sports announcer: ...hits the corner!

In front, all alone!

He shoots, he scores!

(Chuckling)

(Crowd cheering on TV)

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

- (Whispering): I'm such a fucking idiot!

(Engine starting)

(Screaming)

Oh, you fucker!

- Surprise!

- If you're looking for a quickie,

it's gonna cost you double on Christmas Eve.

- Even if I got a present for your kid?

- No, then you would get it for free!

Did you really?

- Yeah, it's in the store. Come on!

OK! Let's get the present and go to a hotel.

(Gasping)

- Wait, Nic! No, no!

- What? What? Chase me!

(Nicole laughing)

(Security system beeping)

Come on, pussy!

(Sighing)

- Nicole!

Nicole!

Nicole!

- Oh, this is great!

- Nicole, come on! Where are you?

We gotta go.

- You're really horrible at this game.

- Nicole, come on. We gotta go.

Quit messing around.

(Giggling)

You're a bad girl!

- What are you gonna do to me if I wore this home?

- In 10 seconds, you won't be wearing it,

so you'll never find out.

(Nicole giggling)

- (Speaking French):

(On recording): Trois petits chats, trois petits chats.

(Sighing)

(Man on TV, indistinct)

- How old do you think I am?

- 28? 27.

- Good guess!

- So you're 27?

- No!

- I mean, I could just look it up in the employee records.

- Don't!

- What do you care, anyway? You're beautiful.

- Really?

(* Guns Blazing by Cobra Ramone *)

- Don't move.

** I've got you grounded *

* Like a bridge without a cable *

* I've got you fighting over me like Cain and Abel... *

(* Lyrics indistinct )

* If you want me, get in line *

* 'Cause I will never be your girl *

* I will never be your girl *

* My fuse is short like a firecracker *

* That you would light... *

* My brakes are loose *

* Like the whores you bring home every night *

* Boy, you can't handle all the truth... *

(* Lyrics indistinct )

* If you want me, get in line *

* 'Cause I will never be your girl *

* I will never be your girl *

* I will never be your girl *

* My anger's exploding like a kamikaze airplane *

* My guns are blazing like a man with no hell to pay *

* And when you realize that I rule the world *

* If you want me, get in line *

* 'Cause I will never be your *

* I will never be your girl *

* I will never be your girl **

(* Lyrics indistinct )

(Music stops)

(Sighing)

(* Humming )

- What do you think?

- It's pretty cute.

Come on, I gotta get home.

(Sighing)

- If you get that job,

I think that you should take me with you to Toronto.

I'd go with you in a heartbeat.

Screw your wife!

- Come on!

I couldn't even imagine what she'd do

if she found out about us.

- What, you think she'd kick you out?

- Uh, who knows?

She has Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

I mean, I don't even know what's gonna set it off.

I'm always tip-toeing around the house,

even with the smallest things.

- How did she get that?

- Her sister killed herself.

- Ooh!

- Yeah, her husband was cheating with another woman,

got her pregnant

after they'd been trying to have kids for years,

and then he left her.

(Sighing)

- Well, I mean, it happens, you know?

- Yeah.

Kate watched her die.

She jumped from a 7th-floor balcony.

(Sighing)

- That sucks!

- (Whispering): Yeah.

- But it's not your fault.

(Sighing)

- ** Rhonda, why don't you start us off today? *

- Of course. Yes, of course.

* 1873, that's when Fairfax came to be *

- (All): * We love our work The days are fun *

* Because Fairfax makes us number one *

* We have store pride to the max *

* We're proud to work at Fairfax **

(All cheering)

- (Radley): All right, Rhonda! That was awesome!

- (Rhonda): Nicole.

- (Woman): Happy New Year!

- Adjust your attitude, girl.

I've been here more than 20 years.

- Hey, man, um, there's a call for you.

- Are you serious?

- Not everybody who works here thinks it's beneath them.

- (Chuckling): OK!

(Computer beeping)

- (Kate): Good morning!

Let's start with a perv in ladies' wear.

He seems to be lifting women's panties,

and he has them down his pants.

Uh, can you make sure he doesn't make it

to the men's change rooms?

Last time was nasty.

Oh, and please tell recovery to throw them out?

Thank you.

There are some strange people in this world!

(Sighing)

Hey!

- I got it! I'm the new regional manager!

- Holy shit!

- Yeah! Yeah!

I mean, I had my doubts, but Radley was right.

- Well, he would love to hear that.

- And he's not going to.

(Laughing)

- Well, I guess I have to start packing, then.

- Well, there's some training, and hoops to jump through,

so need to panic quite yet.

- OK, panic on hold.

You should go call your mother.

- I'll call her.

- I'm proud of you!

- (James): Whoo-hoo!

- (Whispering): Oh shit!

(Sighing)

(* Kate humming )

- How much pain is it giving you?

- Not too bad. The meds work well.

- I'll write you another prescription, then.

- Great.

- You're feeling healthy otherwise?

- Yeah, tip-top.

- Do you need to see the occupational therapist?

How is the arm fitting?

- It's fine. It's comfortable.

- It'll start to get a little loose

once the rest of the swelling goes down.

- OK.

- Your blood pressure is excellent.

- Great.

- You've healed extraordinarily well.

I'm gonna say you're good to go.

- Fantastic!

- Janice will have copies of your physical

in the mail in a few days.

- Great! I'll let my chief know I'm ready to get back to work.

- Let me help you there.

- You need to tell our friend Rhonda to back off.

She was totally rude to me today.

- I don't think I'll do that.

- OK, thanks!

- You know, when your ex came through the checkout line

with his little trophy teenager,

I thought you handled yourself really well,

but today you disrespected half of my staff,

and I can see you stole the shirt you modeled for me.

- As a souvenir!

- This store's like my home.

I spend most of my life here.

I think a lot of it and the people who work for me.

It just bothers me that you can be so insulting.

- Oh, come on! That cheer is so fucking corny!

- You know, maybe if you changed your attitude,

your life wouldn't be so hard.

- Thanks, Rhonda.

I don't think some "sis boom bah" cheer

at the start of my workday

is gonna improve the reality of my life.

Oh, and I heard you got the job in Toronto.

So I guess you can afford to be in my face

'cause things are going well for you?

Let's see how long that lasts when your wife trips out.

- Can I get you some tea or water?

- No, thank you. I'm fine.

- You must be so thrilled this day is finally here.

- I sure am! Yeah, yeah.

- Now, they've sent me some forms for you to fill out.

- OK.

- And we'll get to that afterwards,

but you need to know up front

that although they will know my evaluation

of your emotional stability,

they will not know of anything that is discussed here.

- Great!

Well, I'm an open book, so you just go right ahead.

- All right, then.

- Nicole, you can go on break now.

- Thanks.

(* Muzak on PA )

- Hi there!

Are you shopping for your daughter?

- No!

You're new?

- It's my 2nd day.

This here is the junior section

and women's wear is over there.

Those sizes might fit you better.

You know how we've got hips that the kids don't have.

And there might be some good sales.

We had a flood last month.

- Yeah, no, thanks.

I'm not really into floral prints, so...

(Scoffing)

Fucking cow!

- Simon, most times after a trauma like you've sustained,

patients experience episodes of rage.

How have you coped with your anger towards your injury?

- I wouldn't say so much anger as just frustrated, you know?

I can't really do a lot of the things I used to be able to do,

so that's a bit frustrating.

(Sighing)

- Hi, Kate!

- So, beyond the physical,

what about your connections with others?

How are your friends? How are they coping?

- They've been good, you know? Supportive.

Some of the guys came by the hospital after it happened,

and, yeah, I'd say they've been really supportive.

- And after?

- Well, I haven't really seen them that much afterwards,

but that's my own choice, so...

- So you don't want to see them?

- No, I wouldn't say that.

It's just, you know, I'm getting well.

I don't want them to see me struggling.

- Hey!

- Employees are not allowed in here.

- You're Kate, right? - Mm-hmm!

- You're James' wife?

- Yeah, James' office is down the hall.

- Good to know!

Look, um...

Oh, right! Sorry, you need a lot of space, don't you?

- Do you have a girlfriend, Simon?

- (Chuckling): Why? Are you asking me out?

- Have you been intimate since the accident?

(Sighing)

- Um, no! No, I haven't.

(Sniffling)

- Would it make you feel uncomfortable

to have a partner see you in an intimate setting?

- Naked?

Uh, probably! Yeah.

- Look, I'm just not the kind of person

who usually sticks her nose in these sort of things,

but when I see somebody hurting,

I just need to step in, you know.

- (Chuckling): Oh, but I'm fine. Thank you!

- (Scoffing): Oh, I know you are!

I'm talking about James, OK,

and the fact that you are ruining his life.

- How do you think your body looks now?

- Look, I don't want to be a jerk,

but, um, how does this apply to me getting my job back?

- It's relevant to your mental health, Simon,

not to your job.

- I just don't know if you'd ask a 400-pound woman

these sorts of questions

if she was looking for a job at the grocery store.

- No, absolutely not!

But as a rule,

firefighters are very body conscious, aren't they?

- Some are. Yeah!

- James has worked really hard to become regional manager,

and you're gonna fuck it up for him!

- OK, no, uh... Who are you?

- Oh, it's because of your little hissy fits!

You know, you have him right under your thumb,

so he can't move a muscle,

because he's so afraid that you're gonna off yourself

like your sister.

- Excuse me?

You know, you can be fired

for illegally accessing personal records.

(Laughing)

- Oh my God! It was James who told me.

(Panting)

We're fucking!

- Look, if I need to get laid

in order for me to get my job back...

- (Laughing): No, no, no!

- 'Cause I will! I'm happy to do it.

- (Laughing): No, no!

- Oh, what's the matter, honey?

You gonna off yourself now

because your man's been slipping it to me?

Because you know what,

it might help out our situation if you did!

Yeah, you know, it's really interesting

that your sister's husband had to go and fuck somebody else,

because I guess both you people--

- That's actually it for my questions today.

I think I can make an assessment based on our time here.

- So you'll be recommending me, then?

Right, you're not allowed to say.

I am getting my job back, though, so...

(Air whooshing)

(Breathing heavily)

(Air whooshing)

- (Woman on PA): Paging Dr. Mackenzie.

Dr. Mackenzie, call switchboard.

(Sighing)

- She's been the same way all night.

She hasn't said a thing to me.

- There's nothing I could see that would set her off.

I mean, nothing!

- I--I mean, it must've been the new job!

She seemed to be coping.

- No, I know!

(Sighing)

- Now, I gotta go to training.

I gotta cancel.

- No, no, no! You should still go.

Look, if she's gonna be here, she'll be well looked after.

And I can check in on her.

- All right, I'll think about it.

- Yeah! - Thanks!

(Toilet flushing)

(Children's cartoon on TV in distance)

- (Woman on PA): ...you have a visitor in the main lobby.

- Thanks!

(Sighing)

Look at the state of you!

(Sighing)

I came by to tell you I passed my test.

It turns out I'm not crazy.

(Scoffing)

You were supposed to come by today

and watch me do my physical.

Cheer me on. Remember?

Kate?

- Well, let's say I understand my sister's point of view now.

- You just gave up, didn't you?

(Crying)

He deserves to have his balls lopped off.

(Whimpering)

You know that, right?

Look at me.

Please!

(Sighing)

What happened to your sister...

was an awful thing.

No, it was a fucked up thing!

But you don't have to do the same thing to yourself.

Because, Kate, that guilt, it's killing you!

(Sniffling)

- What am I supposed to do, Simon? Hmm?

Get back on the horse like you did?

What's my goal, exactly?

Be better in bed? Get knocked up?

- (Nurse in distance): Sounds great!

I'll see you next weekend!

You OK, honey?

- Yes!

- Here.

All right.

I'll be back to weigh you in 20 minutes,

then you can have your lunch later in the common room.

We don't bring it in here.

- Hmm...

(Sighing)

- Xanax?

- No. Ativan.

- Nice.

Can I say something without you getting upset?

(Sniffling)

I think you need to leave your husband,

and you need to start your own--

(Sighing)

Right...

My test is at 1:30 at the South Hall

if you wanna get your ass out of bed.

(Exhaling loudly)

- Hey!

- Hey! Hey, um, do you wanna come over tonight?

I, just... I wanna talk to you about stuff.

- No, um...

- Oh, OK!

- No, you can come out to my house.

I'll call you later.

- OK! - Bye!

(Sighing)

- Ready?

- Yeah. Let's go.

(Panting)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Grunting, panting)

(Grunting)

- (Man in distance): Simon, you did good!

(Chuckling)

- (James): Hi!

- Hi!

(Chuckling, exhaling loudly)

- I gotta go to Toronto for a few days.

You wanna come with me?

- (Laughing): Really?

- Yeah, of course!

I mean, I'm going alone and...

You think you can get somebody to look after Cody?

- Yeah, yeah! Totally! Yeah!

- Great!

(Laughing)

- You think you'll ever have kids?

I mean, do you want kids?

- Yeah! Of course! I think kids are great.

All the best executives have kids.

- I have a message for you from your husband.

- Oh, you can throw it out.

- It says he's going away.

- Where?

- I'll leave it here.

- Chief!

- Good to see you, son!

- How are you, sir? Kev?

- Hey, man! Good to see you!

- Take a seat. - Yeah, it was great!

- I've just reviewed your training tape.

- And?

- And it's nothing short of amazing.

- (Laughing): Right? Right? Great!

Yeah, I've been working real hard to get back here.

It's been my main goal, so...

- Glad to hear it.

- Yeah!

- Well, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?

- Right! - Kevin!

- The force wants to give you a new title,

a bigger payday and better hours.

- (Laughing): Wow!

Well, you know, I don't need to be coddled.

(Chuckling): The boys will have a field day.

I don't mind the shit pay and the late hours.

(All laughing)

(Panting)

- We want you in Investigations.

It's a step up,

a promotion fitting someone who's setting an example.

We'd send you for training right away.

- I appreciate the gesture,

but I wanna be fighting fires like I was before.

If you want me to set an example,

that'd be the way to go.

- But it's a promotion. It's better pay, better hours.

- Kev...

- Trust me, Simon, your union's gone to bat for you,

but the force feels that under duress

you might not be able to fulfill your duties.

- Really?

- The well-being of the force has to be considered.

- This is not a promotion. This is pity!

- No! No!

- I've done everything,

everything you've asked me to do.

I just passed every fucking test you gave,

so what do you want me to do?

What else am I supposed to do?

- Simon? - What?

- Could you put the mask on, please?

- Why?

- 'Cause I'm asking you to.

- Fuck, this is stupid!

- Here...

- For fuck's sake!

I need more practice!

It's like a glitch, like a kinked hose or something.

- A kink in a hose can cost lives, Simon.

- Look, you're getting insurance payout, a new job.

- I don't care about that!

I've done everything you've asked me to do. Everything!

And the only 2 people holding me back are you 2 assholes!

- Hey! - What?

This fucking dickhead can have a job, but I can't?

- You're being given a job!

- No! I fucking earned one.

- We're hearing you, Simon.

Now, will you please sit down,

so that we can discuss this in a civilized manner?

- Chief...

fuck you for leading me on.

- Well, that was fucking brilliant! Jesus!

(Birds squawking, cars passing)

(Cell phone buzzing)

(Barcode scanner beeping)

(* Muzak on PA )

(Panting)

(* Muzak becomes distorted )

(Panting)

(* Muzak returns to normal )

- Jesus!

- Sorry!

- Oh shit! It's too small this way!

(Talking indistinctly)

- Whoa! Look at that! Dude!

Dude, stop! Look at that guy!

You think he's gonna jump?

- $5 he pussies out!

- (Chuckling): Would he splat apart when he hits the water?

That'd be awesome!

- Jump! Jump, fucker!

- (Both): Jump!

(Audio squealing)

- (Joe on walkie-talkie): Kate? Kate, are you there? Kate!

(Sighing)

Kate?

(Walkie-talkie beeping)

- Yes, I'm here.

- Donna said she saw you.

Are you OK? Look, I'm coming right up.

(Sighing)

- No! No, you can't come up. No, I'm fine! I'm gonna be fine, OK?

- I'm going to the pharmacy

to get us some of that calming tea.

I'll be up in 5 minutes, and we'll have a good chat, OK?

- OK.

- Yeah, asshole! Jump! Jump!

- Fucking jump!

- Jump, fucker! Jump!

(Mouse clicking, audio squealing)

(Panting, whimpering)

...you could do in your life! Jump!

- Come on, jerk! Everybody--

Come on! - Shit!

- (Both): Oh shit!

- It's the security guard!

(Keyboard clicking)

- Yes, I know. I understand.

No, I don't know. Yes, of course! Absolutely!

- I'm just gonna get some tea.

(Men and women laughing in distance)

Holy shit!

(Men and women laughing)

- Hey, Mr. Ascher! - Hey!

- I didn't know you gave such personal service

to your employees!

(Laughing)

(Inaudible)

- Jesus! Oh no!

Why are they not-- Why are they not turning off?

- They're locked!

- Where--where are they locked?

- The keys are in the security office.

- (Man on PA): Attention, Fairfax Associates,

it's time for the safety check of your area.

- Sorry, I'll just be one second.

What's going on?

- Oh, well, look at you with your clothes on!

- What's your problem?

(Men and women exclaiming)

(Nicole gasping)

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh!

What-- Well, turn it off!

Where's the-- Where's the--

- I can't reach the off button.

- What-- Jeez!

- You're disgusting! You look like a porn star.

(Men laughing)

Hey! Get! Get! Go on!

Get!

- (Nicole on video): Yes!

(Nicole and James moaning on video)

- Open the door! Open the door!

- The key's broken off!

- Open the fucking door! - The key's broken off!

- What's wrong with it?

God-fucking-dammit! Open the door!

- Fellas, what's going on?

- Fucking Radley, get out of here!

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(* Know My Name by Kandle *)

** Didn't know it was done *

* Got the hint as I watched him run *

* You should've saved me some

* Got a head start, now go

* Catch him easy 'cause he's too slow *

* Say I told you say so

* Digging up in the yard

* Pushed him down while he's caught off guard *

* This shouldn't be so hard

* Now, it's time to learn

* Tie him up as I watched him squirm *

* I had to be so firm

* Now beg, oh, please

* He's getting down on his knees *

* But you don't even know my name *

* Beg, oh, please

* He's getting down on his knees *

* But you don't even know my name *

* Walking down by your grave

* Scream for your mother Won't you behave *

* You knew I'd never cave

* And I didn't know it was done *

* Got the hint as I watched him run *

* You should've saved me some

* Now beg, oh, please

* He's getting down on his knees *

* But you don't even know my name... *

(Cash register beeping)

- Your restaurant is beautiful!

- I told you!

(Door opening and bell chiming)

* I thought that I told you not to lie *

* I thought that I told you... *

- Hey! - Sorry, I'm late!

- Oh, that's fine! Um...

(Exhaling loudly)

- So, that's the soup!

- Thank you! Lovely!

- Yup!

- Well, cheers, big ears!

- Oh! Cheers!

(Both laughing)

Well, let's see with you with this one, then.

- Mm-hmm!

* I thought that I told you not to lie *

* I thought that I told you not to cry *

* I thought that I told you goodbye **

Closed Captions: Vision Globale