All language subtitles for Miss.Nobody.2010.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].eng

Sarah Jane: For a long time,

I'd walk into work
convinced they all knew,

They saw right through me,
me and my innocent act,

Which never used to be an act--

It's who I really was.

I would never
do anything bad, ever!

I always imagined myself
having a simple life--

Find a nice guy, settle down,
live happily ever after.

Who would've thought

Looking for love
would be so tricky?

But like mom always said,

"Sarah Jane, ambition will put
you in an early grave."

That's me, Sarah Jane McKinney,

Administrative assistant
at Judge Pharmaceuticals.

Okay, I was a secretary,

Five years and counting.
I was good at my job,

And I even liked it
most of the time.

But you know what they say--

A job doesn't keep you
warm at night

Or make your heart skip a beat.

I was beginning to wonder--

Had my life been jinxed
right from the start?

When I was a kid,
I was mom's little movie star,

Which explains why she did me
up just like Audrey Hepburn

For the St. George's
beauty pageant.

Well, that's mom.

I tried to make her happy,
and for good reason...

Claire!
...My dad.

Claire!

The divorce papers clearly state
that I got rights!

Now, where's
my goddamn daughter?

Shh! Shut up.

Get off me!
Stop!

My mom believed in karma,

That we all got
what we deserved.

But me, I...

I leaned more towards
divine intervention,

My guardian angel.

St. George.

Dragon slayer,
patron saint of chivalry,

Knights, romance...

And justice.

but ever since then,

St. George
has watched out for me.

Take Frankie Sheftell.

I thought Frankie was
everything a girl could want--

Popular...

Athletic...

A serious hottie.

Oh, don't worry.
He survived.

He even asked me to marry him

Over a milkshake
at the dairy joy.

Mom was heartbroken when
he ditched me at the altar,

But really St. George
had sent me

Another blessing in disguise.

The blessing was
the salad girl from pizza hut,

And her name turned out
to be dick.

Was I unlucky in love?

You never really know.

I trusted my guardian angel.

St. George would guide me
to my knight in shining armor.

Please, please, please
grant me this wish.

Show me the right path,

And I promise
I will never let you down,

Never ever ever.

Honest.

I swear it.

I faced life at Judge
one day at a time...

With my bff,
Charmaine Abatemarco.

...Posted right there
on the board.

I says to myself,
"Charmaine," I says...

That's so Charmaine,
always with the big plans.

She had ambition.
I wish I had big plans.

You know what
I'm saying? Hey!

Hmm?

So I applied,
and I will not be denied.

You should totally apply, too.

I mean, I don't know
if you'll get it,

'cause I have more experience,

But you should definitely try.

Sarah Jane: Lie?
Claire: That's right, lie.

If you want this gig,
you gotta get

A little loosey-goosey
with the facts.

I know, but a master's
in chemistry?

Look, Judge Pharmaceuticals
is a drug company, right?

Well, if you want to be
an executive,

Vast right-wing conspiracy,
you gotta smell like one.

Yeah, but, mom, it's just--
it's so wrong.

What if they check up?

That's the beauty of lying,
baby, they never do.

They're too busy
lying to themselves.

Come on, honey, look,
do you wanna be like me,

Or do you wanna be like me?

Oh, Mr.--

No, mom, I got it.

Swallowed your dentures again!

Mr. Ketchum!
Mr. Ketchum!

There you go.
Cough 'em up.

Cough 'em right there.

That's our boarder,
Mr. Ketchum.

Mom was so tired of fishing
his dentures out of the toilet,

But he was a sweet old man...

Although his Alzheimer's
was definitely getting worse.

Uh, Mr. Ketchum?

Just once, why couldn't mom rent

To some young, handsome guy?

Mr. Ketchum?
Dorothy?

Mr. Ketchum! Hi.

I'm okay.

me too.

Thanks.

You okay,
Mr. Ketchum?

Okay, Mr. Ketchum,
let's go.

Upstairs, beddy-bye.

Go on, you old fart.

How he pays his rent,
I'll never know.

Must have some money buried
in the cellar, huh?

Oh, oh!
Oh, and Madame Curie,

"chemistry's" spelled
with one "m," not two.

Hmm.

"Dear Mr. Gabowski,
I have been

An administrative assistant
at Judge..."

I worked on that application
until 3:00 in the morning.

I told them
that I loved chemistry,

That I loved
Judge Pharmaceuticals,

And that I knew that company
from the inside out.

I didn't think of it as lying,

Just embellishing a bit.

Look, I omitted the part
about being nominated

For a Nobel peace prize.

St. George would grant me
some wiggle room.

Charmaine: Oh, my god.
What?

You got it!
No!

Yes! A junior executive.

St. George and I
were on our way up.

Secretary-wise,

I knew everybody
and everybody knew me.

There wasn't a xerox copier
I couldn't ink,

A bigalow's tea bag
I couldn't locate.

But that? That was
ancient history.

I'd moved up
to Judge Pharmaceuticals

Famed division four.

My first day
as a junior executive,

I toasted St. George
with a double-shot low-fat hazelnut latte

And fortified myself
with Estee Lauder

Perfume freebies at Nordstrom's.

Stop by confession first
or Nordstrom's?

Nordstrom's.
Mm. Sexy.

Constipated, period?
Nope.

Cramps, eczema, asthma?
No.

Mm. Ah-ha. So.

You gonna knock
'em dead or what?

Do I know you from somewhere?

Charmaine Abatemarco, honeybun.

Seventy-five words
per minute, coffee always fresh,

And don't you
dare forget me. Hey, Sarah Jane!

Don't you dare.

Oh. Uh, you must be
Miss McKinney.

Milo Beeber.

They didn't tell you.

Tell me?

St. Louis division
flew me in last Friday.

They didn't tell you.

Oh, a-all I know
is that I applied

For this job a month ago,
and Mr. Grabow--

Grabowski's been fired.

Oh.

Promotion's off.

Oh.

Um, I assume this is yours, yes?

Uh-huh.

And...

Yeah.

I'm being let go?

Oh, no, nothing like that.

You get to be my new secretary.

Will that be all, sir?

Um... Coffee.

Coffee?! He actually
said that?

Mm-hmm! Translation--
put up, suck up, or die!

But still, oh!
Ugh!

He's kind of cute.
Charmaine Abatemarco!

I'm just saying, you know,
he could be quite a catch.

What?

Sweetie, look.
It wasn't but a minute ago

You were all set
to marry Frankie numb-nuts.

Remember him?
You wanted to start

Popping out little pygmies,

Grow an industrial-sized ass,
and settle down

For a nice long run
as a housefrau?

When that didn't fly, you set
your sights on the executive suites.

Why? Hey! 'cause you're
a survivor, right?

All I'm selling now
is survive more!

Combine the two
and become Mrs. Beeber,

Executive housefrau.

No, uh-uh, no way.

I don't even know
if this Beeber guy is even attracted to me.

Rule of thumb-- if the new boss

Is even the least bit game,

He starts with
the wandering hand disease.

At first, his wrist

Will accidentally dust yours.

This usually happens
after lunch--

Like, 3:00
at the latest.

By Thursday,
he'll find some way to stroke your cheek.

It's all very subtle at first.

He'll think it's you,
but it's not.

In a week, if he's
still hot to trot,

He'll chummy up with
an innocent backrub.

Bosses are the easiest
men to screw.

Sarah Jane: Char had a point!

He certainly was touchy.

On the other hand...

I mean, I have been half-fondled

And sexually harassed.

I needed some advice

From someone who knew about men.

As far as
the target gender goes,

This little number?

Guaranteed erection.

Mom, you want me to wear that?

Oh, listen, doll!

Sex-wise, men are obsessed
with four things.

Two of them,
like cow udders, fit here,

The third is a foul
and disgusting jungle,

And the fourth is some bizarre
fetish having to do with calf muscles,

Hence my all-purpose
come-fuck-me pumps.

Double bueno!

You'll be the ho
I always hoped for.

You know how every girl
has worn that one dress

That was just
an inch too short...

Or maybe four to five inches?

In any event, it seemed
to be working.

I was getting noticed!

I was on my way up.

Are you all right?

It's almost 6:00.

How's about you
go grab the files,

And, uh, we'll work
through dinner.

You like chinese food?

I love chinese food.

Good. I know
the perfect spot.

How about this hemorrhoid cream?

Stats say it's a top seller.

One mu shu pork
and three mai tais later,

I found myself drifting off.

Why are people needing
so much hemorrhoid cream?

Rear schmear.

But Mr. Beeber
kept talking work...

Write that down.
We'll bring that up.

...And I wanted him
talking us.

Rear schmear.
It's the whole rhyming thing.

It's like mom always said.

Best way to keep
a man interested?

Get him talking about himself.

Mr. Beeber? I-I can't
help wondering.

I mean, you have
this mile-long resume.

Why--

Why did I accept this position?

I mean, it kind of seems
like a step down.

No offense.

New job.

Gotcha. Bored.

No, new job. N-e-w j-o-b.

Nether, Everwright,

Wilder, Jejeune,

Ormsby, and Bardo.

See, back in St. Louis,

The head honchos
are entrenched for life.

There's no chance
for me to move up.

But... Here,

The right exec can gut
the competition

And move straight to the top.

New job.

"how does he plan
to do this?" she asks.

With this little blue pill.

Clarity.

Clarity.

It reverses age-onset senility.

Clarity has been
developed years ago.

It had only been tested
a little bit

And then mothballed
due to budget cuts.

The one thing
he was convinced of,

It was sure to be
the next wonder drug.

Maybe Charmaine was right!

Maybe this guy was a catch!

Business is like chess,
Sarah Jane. Yeah?

You always gotta think
three moves ahead.

Like, when I stole your job
and insisted you work for me...

I wanted you on my side.

You did?

The question is, do you stick
around and play my queen,

Or stay the pawn?

Queen sounds real nice.

Let's say we finish up
back at my place.

Excuse me.

All right.
It's right in here.

Oh.

Ah! Home base.

Make yourself at home.

Nice place.

Thank you.
I just moved in,

So please excuse the mess.

Mm.

Yeah, I made a killing
on a foreclosure sale.

Here you are.

To subprime bankruptcies.

To subprime bankruptcies.

Hmm! Uh,
just a second. Sorry.

Sorry about that,
but for a moment there,

I thought it was my fiancee.

What? fiancee?

Mm-hmm.

You-- you mean you're engaged?

Yeah.

Wait, we're not gonna date?

Date? You and me?
No, of course not.

Why not?

I mean...

Then why am I here?

It-- you're my secretary.

I always have sex
with my secretary.

What-- yeah.

Um--

It's--

Mr. Beeber!

The ladder!
I like it on the ladder.

Haven't tried it that way yet.

Get off of me!
You just get off of me!

Mr. Beeber.
Mr. Beeber!

Uh! Ooh!

Feisty.

Mr. Beeber, I said no!

Oh!

Mr. Beeber?

Are you okay?

Next day, it was there
on my face

For all the world to see...

Guilty.

Ah, there she is.

Sarah Jane McKinney?

Yes.
It was the police.

Put out your hands, please.

They'd found out.
I was sure of it.

Congratulations.
You've got your promotion. What?

We just flew in
from the head office to give you the news.

It seems that
Mr. Beeber's had,

Well, a rather
unfortunate accident.

no.

I-I hope he is all right.

An umbrella just, uh--

Right through.
Well, it's tragic, really.

But the good new is
is that you're next in line.

That is good news.
So look on the bright side.

His loss is your gain.

I finally had my promotion!

I did write a nice sympathy note

To Mr. Beeber's fiancee.

I was sorry for her...

Even if she was going
to marry a lech.

It didn't take a genius
to see that none of the execs

Had a clue about the horrors
of cellulite-- or cared!

In short, fat cells
push up against fibrous tissue

To form clumps of fat
called cellulite.

Cream-wise, nothing we have
puts a dent in it.

Maybe I wasn't as far
out of my league as I thought.

Meet Cynthia Bardo.

Ms. Bardo had been crated in
from the new England branch.

Her main expertise?

Sales, with a side order
of s-e-x.

Leonard Ormsby, marketing guru.

Leonard's wife had recently
given him an ultimatum--

Either he lose the blubber gut,

Or she'd divorce him
and marry his twin.

That's Joshua nether,
head of finance

And our resident
sexual predator.

He thought of himself
as a lady-killer,

But really all the ladies
wanted to kill him.

Then there was Pierre Jejeune,
public relations.

His superiors
thought he walked on water,

But to everyone else,
total bottom feeder.

Next up, Nan Wilder,
product development czar

And my boss.

She was known to play favorites.

It's not a bad gig
if you can get it.

Last but not least,
Mr. Hale Everwright,

Division four's
big man in charge.

Apparently Mr. E. Had little,
if any idea what he was doing,

But that didn't stop him
from leading division four

With great,
albeit clueless, gusto.

There you have it--
n-e-w j-o-b. New job.

...Suppositories and wipes
are performing in the field.

Excellent.
Very good work.

Sarah Jane.
Sarah.

Jane.

Jane.

These psoriasis stats?

So, our butt plugs and wipes

Cause 10% of the public
to itch a twitch.

What do we care if it works
for the other 90?

Uh, well, in terms
of competition--

Pierre's right.
If this goop sues--

Better yet, sells--
then that's why we

Exist, isn't it,
to make profits?

Thank you for backing me
up on that.

Good job, Sarah Jane.

Their message was clear.

The game is dog-eat-dog.

Did I feel small?

Oh, yeah, so much
that I nearly confessed.

Charmaine, what I'm
trying to say is that

I might have done
something bad, very bad.

You gonna eat your shrimp?

Charmaine, I'm talking here!

Look, I know, all right?

You know?

Absolutely.

Did you do bad?
No doubt about it.

So your new challenge is
how fast can you score

Before wilder fires your ass.

Hold on. Wait.
I'm getting fired?

Sarah Jane, give me
a swig of your coke.

The game is hardball.

You gotta think
three steps ahead.

That's what Beeber said.

Beeber, Schmeeber.

The question is did he
leave anything behind that you can rip off?

He never mentioned
some new malaria drug,

Or, I don't know,
a spiffy new ointment? Clarity.

Missy, I think I'm being
plenty clear, right?

Enough career talk.

Hey, dish me.
Who'd you slay?

What do you mean?

Men, you nerdling!

Oh! Which exec did you set
your beady little eyes on?

Speak of the devil.

Johnny, god!
Hi, there.

What, baby?
Hey, Sarah Jane.

So, is it true what they say,

Execs, uh, do it better?

Cool breeze, lay off.

All right, Charmaine, come on.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

We only got an hour left.

That's Johnny, Char's husband.

Sorry.

They were trying for a baby...

Mm!

...But Char was still
sneaking the pill.

She said she liked
the extra attention.

Was I jealous of Char?

Maybe a little.

But I had Clarity
to think about.

The deeper I sank
my teeth into Clarity,

The more I was convinced
I was onto something.

With Clarity, older lab rats

Had increased their
cognitive abilities tenfold.

I mean, who wouldn't want
smarter elderly rats?

So, with my ad campaign,

Mouthwash sales could enjoy
an uptick of 3%.

Care to comment, Sarah Jane?

Um...

Why only three?

It's ridiculous, right?
I know.

Do you agree?
Yes, I do agree. I agree.

And now they're enacting laws so we can't
even conduct research on illegal immigrants.

I mean, American citizens,
okay, but foreigners?

I mean, how are we
ever to know if

These idiotic drugs
actually work?

It's crazy.

A surefire cure for Alzheimer's
would be my ticket to success,

But first I had to test it

On a living, breathing
human being...

And I had
the perfect guinea pig.

The following night
I slipped 10 milligrams

Of Clarity into Mr. Ketchum's
mushroom soup.

Uh, salty.

Oh, for christ's sake,
it's like caring for an infant.

Day one. Minor
motor control issues.

Mr. Ketchum?

Oh.

I couldn't let anyone
know I had Clarity,

So I had to do all my research
on the sly,

Keep Clarity under wraps.

It was a delicate balancing act,

So I prayed to St. George
for wisdom and patience...

Patience to deal with
my personal secretary,

L.J. Feffer.

L.J.! I'm expecting
a very important call from Miss Wilder.

Having a male secretary
was a nice twist,

But seriously...

L.J.: Hello?
Is there anything else?

The wheel was spinning,
but the hamster was dead.

Hel-hello?

L.J., are you
buzzing me?

No. Hello?

L.J.

L.J.?
Huh?

Did you--
no. Hello?

Buzz me?

Ugh.

L.J., who was that?

Who was what?

On the phone?

Um, I told her
that you were busy.

Told who?

Um...

Miss Wilder.

Miss Wilder?
L.J., she's my boss!

I was waiting for her call.

I said that was
a very important call!

Whoops. I didn't--
know that--

I guess that's my bad, hmm?

Is there anything else?

Yes. Staples
are for paper,

Not for pants.

I'll staple you. Stapler.

Miss Wilder?
Ah.

Sarah Jane.
Glad you stopped by. Come on in.

I'm having a bit
of a problem with your performance lately.

It's too good.

Gee. For a moment there--
threw you, huh?

Mm.
Damn it.

Now, orchids I can deal with,

But bonsais are so, uh, touchy.

May I?

Sure.

Yeah, you're killing
them with kindness.

Bonsai plants,
you have to have a deft hand.

Sort of, uh, flatter
them a little?

Exactly. Next time,
you just turn the nozzle to "spray."

The girl even knows plants.

Miss Wilder-- Sarah Jane--

Go ahead.

Well...

I just wanted to say,

Woman to woman,

That I think that you rank
right up there

With, like,
I don't know. Oprah.

Why, Sarah Jane!

Are you trying to kiss my ass?

Yes, ma'am, I believe I am.

Good. It shows spunk.
Have a seat.

Play the queen, never the pawn.

Mr. Beeber
taught me that.

Really?

Milo and I came up
in the company together.

We even had
a pet project-- Clarity.

Hmm. Actually, I-I barely
got to know him.

He was all penis.

Gotcha.

And I was a headstrong woman

In an increasingly
wussified man's world,

So we joined forces...

To get ahead.

After all, we all
want to get ahead,

Don't we, Sarah Jane?

Miss Wilder, I'm not
getting your drift.

Then why are you holding
my old Clarity files?

This? No.
No, no, no, you're mistaken.

You know what else I think?

I think that
you were with Beeber the night he died.

How can you-- no--

'cause that night,
Beeber texted me...

Your picture, and typed in

That he was about
to bed you down.

We were kinky that way.

See?

Mm!

We went to dinner...

That night, sure.

For work.

I-I just got confused--

So, you were
with him that night?

At dinner.
But not at his--

Then why didn't
you call the police?

Because he stole my job,

And--and I didn't think
that they would believe me.

I mean, who am I?
I'm a nobody.

Why don't we just
call the police,

You know, tell them
your little story,

And see what they think.

No, no, no, please don't.

Were you at his place or not?

You killed him, didn't you?

Miss Wilder, you have
to understand.

He fell off of this ladder

And landed on
this cheap umbrella.

You mean my housewarming gift?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Please, you have
to understand that.

I swear. Just--

Don't call the police.

Call the police?
Now?

Why on earth would I do that?

No. no, no,
no, no, no.

No?

I'll tell you what
I'll be wanting.

You'll be giving me
80% of your paycheck

Each week in cash.

You can leave now.

I had a difficult
decision to make--

Give in to
Miss Wilder's demands,

Electrocute her
at the water cooler,

Or trip her on the subway.

Tough choices.

A sign!
St. George was with me.

"...Mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,

And I will dwell in the house
of the lord forever."

It would be Miss Wilder's
fondest wish

That would you fill in
at her desk, Sarah Jane.

"fondest wish."

Still, I began to get
this feeling

The other execs
didn't like me very much.

I needed guidance
from a higher source.

Look, St. George,
I know you just gave me a sign,

But when I saw
those execs eyeballing me,

It really got me thinking
that maybe

That legless George guy
was just a coincidence,

So no offense, but I'd
really like another sign,

Just, you know, to confirm
that I'm on the right track.

Did I under-do the candles?

No? Good. Okay.

Claire: Sarah Jane!
Sarah Jane, we have mice!

Don't just sit there!

Come and help me catch
the little bastard! On, no!

Aaah! Aaah!

Aah! Aah!
Oh, my god.

St. George!

Uh, no, ma'am,
knight in shining armor.

Oh! Oh, my god.
I completely forgot.

Baby, meet
Detective Sergeant Bill Malloy,

Our new boarder.

Um, um, Sergeant Malloy,

This is my daughter,
Sarah Jane McKinney.

She's an executive.

Well, Sarah Jane, it's, uh,
it's very nice to meet you.

Detective Sergeant Bill Malloy.

Mrs. Detective Sergeant
Sarah Jane McKinney-Malloy.

It was as if my dreams
were finally coming true!

I'm not rushing.

And you're flushed.
Why are you flushed?

It's my rouge.
Your rouge? Who the hell says "rouge"?

Excuse me, sorry.

What's with all the smirking?

I'm not smirking.
Ach!

I'm not.
Holy shit, it's a guy.

Shh. It's not a guy.

Char... It's a guy.

I was like a fire hydrant.

I-I couldn't shut off.

I was so excited that--

I feel embarrassed
even saying this,

But I felt like
I was gonna faint.

Yeah!
No kidding. Faint.

Anyway, I told Charmaine
everything I know

About Sergeant Bill Malloy.

He was a cop, but suspended.

He'd gone too far
in this gang-related drug investigation.

D.A.'s turf, he'd said.
D.A.'s turf?

I mean, how cool is that?

Claire: Is everything
all right in there?

I'm all right.

Day 30.20 milligrams.

Increased energy
and coordination.

His captain had
to put him on ice

For a while to simmer down.

On ice! I mean,
don't you just love it?

Oh...

Hi.

Hi.

Pierre: Ms. Abatemarco,
I've seen better handwriting

From a dead baboon--
not alive. Dead.

Now, if I were a member
of, say, a state crime lab,

Maybe, maybe, I could
deciphering your scribbling.

But I am not a member
of the state crime lab.

Um, sorry. Mm...

A zib of baila?

No.

Um, Ballcock?
Bal-- ballyhock?

No.

Bla-- blaylock?
Mr. Blaylock?

Blaylock.

Blaylock.

Excellent. That was--
that was perfect.

The only problem is
here I needed to speak

To Mr. B-b-b-blaylocke
yesterday!

But I couldn't speak
to Mr. B-b-b-blaylocke

Yesterday, because I mistook

Your fucking message
for a fucking doodle.

Because no one in
their right fucking mind

Would ever interpret
your fucking handwriting

As even remotely linked

To the English fucking language!

A few things
about Pierre Jejeune--

Public relations was his vehicle

For trading inside information.

Even the mayor
was in on the action.

And he liked to sample
the secretarial buffet.

Podophilia, it's called.

He also liked to watch.

Billed his late-night
interoffice

Popcorn porno parties
to his expense account.

Get out.
You're fired.

Um, excuse me.

But, uh, Charmaine,
L.J.'s moving

To Mr. Everwright's desk
next week, so you're hired.

Um, but Mr. Jejeune,
he just--

Charmaine. I said...
You're hired.

Now, get your stuff and go.

Okay.

Wow. So, you like
to play games, McKinney.

You think you got
Clarity now? Well, fine.

Why don't you take your...

Frisky little breasts
back to Miss Wilder's office

And you can conjure up
your little schemes.

But when you're all
by your lonesome,

Remember this--

We're not friends

Anymore.

♪ tra-la-la la-la... ♪

♪ la ♪

When he mentioned
Miss Wilder and Clarity

In the same breath,
I knew he'd sent the fax.

If I learned anything
at Judge Pharmaceutical,

It's you have to think
three steps ahead.

Nether, you dirty dog!

Nether and Jejeune
had this running gag.

One would give the other
the hottest porn of the week.

Then the recipient
would xerox his naked butt

And leave it on the other's desk

As a token of his appreciation.

Ooh.

♪ tra-la-la la-la ♪

♪ la ♪

I've been bad, father.

Mm. How bad?

Well, let's see.

I have argued with my mother...

I've been prideful,
vain, unkind,

And I killed a few people.

You killed a few people?

It wasn't premeditated, though.

Well, maybe sort of?
Does that count?

And these murders,
where did they take place?

In a dream?
Work.

Work.
Mm.

Your boss?
Yes.

And others you've
come in contact with. Yes.

And because you don't like them,

Or hate then, even,

It's your fault
that they die. Yes!

Sarah Jane, you have always had

A very vivid imagination.

Yes.

Oh, well, um...

How come you
haven't been caught?

St. George.

St. George?

My guardian angel.

Oh.

Father Grisham, how else
do you explain

Mr. Perfect
becoming our boarder?

And-- and old Mr. Ketchum
progressing so nicely on Clarity?

I mean, don't you see?
There is a pattern.

So, I just figured
that if I came in here

And I cleared the air a little,

That maybe things
could get back to,

You know, normal.

Normal.

Well, uh, Sarah Jane,
this killing business--

When you visualize
the act, does it relieve stress?

Yes, father.
Yes, it does.

Good. Then...
Continue your course.

And, uh, say ten hail marys

And get back to me in a month.

My dad was a cop.
My granddad was a cop.

My granddad's granddad
was a cop.

Yeah. So,
genetically speaking,

We're talking a long line

Of very suspicious people.

Must be doing something right,

'cause the department
lifted my suspension.

I'm working homicide now.

Homicide, really?

Yeah. In fact, I was
just handed a case.

One of your, uh, Judge execs,

Pierre Jejeune.

Really?

Yeah. Electrocuted
bare-ass on a copier?

You mean it wasn't an accident?

Well, yeah,
in the movies, maybe.

In real life?

You know, detective, I get the
feeling that you like to play games.

You're a clever girl,
Sarah Jane.

I'll give you that.

What else will you give me?

A word.

Checkmate.

I'm sorry, officer,
but checkmate

Has two "c" s in it, not one.

Not tonight, doll face.

Dorothy!

Day 72, 35 milligrams.

Increased motivation.

Decreased inhibition.

He gonna be okay?

Yeah, he does that all the time.

All right, 'cause
those are my slippers.

I liked bill,
and I think he liked me.

Was he my knight
in shining armor,

Or was he the "check"
in "checkmate"?

With Jejeune's old job,
I was now at the center

Of Bill's investigation,

But I also had my pardon
from Father Grisham.

St. George, he always
had my back.

Ah! Our P.R. Princess
has arrived!

Sarah Jane, let me give you
the blow-by-blow

Of the Halldice conference.

L.J.!

Um, a) we go in gangbusters.

High energy.
Lightning in a bottle.

Charmaine, b).

Sarah Jane delivers the PowerPoint
presentation and the big spiel.

Mm-hmm, and finally c).

If the fish are biting,
there will be

A perfect lull after
you're done speaking,

At which point I want
you to say nothing, as in nada!

Let them come to you.

And if they don't bite?

In that case, there'll be

A much longer, deadlier silence,

At which point Morty

Will hop onto his trusty steed

And save fair damsel Nell

With such an incredible
line of horseshit

Even Charmaine'd buy it.

Tah-dah!

Morty Wickham had been flown in

To help me get a handle
on my new job in P.R.

He'd been Jejeune's protege.

Morty had been passed over
for Jejeune's job

On account of
a minor drug habit.

ooh.

I didn't have to worry
about him hitting on me.

I wasn't his type.

You getting this down?

I'm typing as fast as I can.

Morty, you're the one
with the charisma.

You give the speech.
Oh, nonsense.

You're charming and fresh-faced.

Besides, if you need help,
I'll be right in the front row.

Don't you sweat it, baby.
I've got your back.

Every year, our company
sponsored the Halldice conference.

Top executives flew in
from all over the country.

We presented
our newest products,

Laid out marketing strategies
for them by day,

And interns by night.

It was my big debut
as head of P.R.,

My chance to make
a good impression,

To be taken seriously,

Not just some other blonde bimbo

Trying to get ahead.

Judge would be the first
to promote homeopathic bandages

Saturated with honey
instead of antibiotics,

Which would occupy a place

In every medicine cabinet
in every home

Across America.

Honey-soaked band-aids?

Gee, folks, sounds
kind of strange to me.

Um, is there a problem,
Mr. Wickham?

Yes, Miss McKinney.

Excuse me, Sarah.

Prescriptive antibiotics

Are this company's bread
and butter.

Are you really proposing
that we forsake

Our loyal doctors and hospitals

For some touch-me,
feel-me, granola-inspired

Do-it-yourself kit?

"gee, doc, Tommy's got
a flesh-eating virus."

"buy a honey-soaked band-aid."

"gee, doc, little Buffy’s chemo
spiked a fever."

"apply two honey-soaked
gauze pads

And call me
in the morning."

I mean, come on, people!

Not only is this ludicrous,

It's idiotic!

I mean, what the hell
is honey anyway?

Bee vomit!

I think St. George
would agree.

Morty had not been
very chivalrous.

This just in--
a tragic fire broke out

In the boroughs this evening

When a faulty gas line erupted.

Firefighters wrestled
with that blaze

For over an hour before
getting it under control.

Unfortunately, the fire
did claim the life

Of the homeowner, identified
as Mortimer J. Wickham,

A rising executive
with Judge Pharmaceuticals.

In other news tonight...

Hey!

Did you guys hear that?

News said some,
uh, exec from Judge

Just bit the dust--
Mortimer Wickham.

Morty? Are you kidding?

Char and I worked with him.

Not anymore. Gas leak
blew him to bits.

That makes four.
Four?

Yeah, Beeber, Wilder,
Jejeune... Now Morty.

Well, I heard that
they were all accidents.

Four accidental deaths
in ten months?

So, what are you saying,
John, I mean, we're jinxed?

All I'm saying is
statistically speaking--

Doesn't add up.

Maybe we shouldn't
go back to work. I mean--

No, no, no.

Yours truly is on the case.

As soon as I get
a handle on this Jejeune thing,

I'll know what's what.

However...

Just maybe, the three of you
are gonna die...

From dancing.
Come on, baby.

When I was four years old,
I was scared of my own shadow.

You were?

Yeah, crying
every day and night,

And my old man, right,

Big porterhouse of
a cop, he says to me,

"hey, billy boy,
we're going to Florida,

"and you'd better be
ready to fly.

Any crying,
there's gonna be trouble."

So, for six
incredibly long days,

I was completely terrified.

Because you were sure
you were going to cry.

Because I didn't
know how to fly.

You know, Sarah Jane...

People aren't
who they seem to be.

All the garbage, all the lies

A cop has to deal with?

Sometimes I feel like
I'm still trying

To grow those wings,
rise above it all.

Bill, do you think
I'll ever fly above the clouds?

You stick with me, kid.

I'll fly you to the moon.

Or put you in jail.

So...

Sarah Jane,
it was a real pleasure.

Bill, it was
a real pleasure, too.

All right. You sleep as snug
as a bug in a rug, okay?

Bill.

Listen, Sarah Jane,
I'm an old-fashioned guy,

Okay, and when the time is right,
we're both gonna know it.

Yeah.
Yeah?

Yeah yeah yeah.

In the meantime, you just
keep flirting with me.

Night.

Good night.

Me, I would've jumped his bones,

Cop or no cop.

Mom--

Oh, Mr. Ketchum!

Uh, I'm okay.

Oh, crap.

Fairly serious stroke.

We're doing everything we can.
Try not to worry.

Worry? If it was up to me,

I'd let the old turd
break his neck months ago. Mom!

I can't believe he's getting by
on just his social security.

Mom, will you just stop it!

When you're off
having your fancy lunches,

I'm home all goddamn day...
That wheezing sounds quite deep.

...Boiling his vegetables, dirty underwear,
and sheets... See me after.

I'm fine, doc.
I said see me after!

...Change his diapers?
No fucking way!

Mrs. McKinney, is
this about the bill?

The bill? Doctor, it's 5:00
in the fucking morning.

I got pee puddles
all over my goddamn house!

Um, Mrs. McKinney,
I'm working open shifts now.

I might be able
to help you out some.

Thanks.
Yeah.

It's true, I couldn't breathe.

Breathe?

Was it because I was scared
of falling in love?

Arms up.
Breathe.

Did I fear being hurt again?

Or was it because of those--?

Cough.

The things I'd done.

See, doctor, it's nothing.

Mm-hmm.

Tell me, have you
been anxious lately?

Holding something in?

I'm a little tired.

You can put your arms down.

No problems in the workplace,
people stressing you out?

Hmm-mm.

Because asthma can be
emotional in origin,

Sort of a chain reaction thing.

I'm prescribing
a new medication for you.

Foururadol.

But it is not--

And I can't emphasize
this enough--

It is not to be mixed
with aspirin products.

Gotcha. No aspirini,
no problimi.

Combining the two can be lethal.

Huh.

You know, Sarah Jane,

All those people dying
at your work's got me thinking.

Yeah, Bill?
What about?

I mean, four execs
in ten months?

It's like Johnny said,
the odds of that happening...

I don't know if you ever
heard of some gay guy

Being blown up in his own house,

Or some idiot being electrocuted

Bare-ass on a xerox machine.

I looked it up.

No one's been hit
by a train in years.

I mean, isn't it just
a bit coincidental

That Beeber's phone records
show him text-messaging Wilder

The very same night he died?

But you never found
Miss Wilder's cell phone, right?

No, actually, I did.
On the subway tracks.

It was all mashed up.

Still, the, uh, lab thinks
they can recover the chip.

And another thing--
death by umbrella?

That doesn't strike
you as strange?

You mean, Beeber?

Hot-shot executives
just don't shish-kebab

Themselves on
their own rain gear. It doesn't happen.

Well, I don't-- I mean, maybe--

It's possible--
I barely knew him,

But I don't know,

Maybe he just slipped
off of his ladder.

I never said he had a ladder.

I must've heard that at work.

Yeah.

What?

I don't know.
You like your bouillabaisse?

It's delicious.
How's yours?

Oh, fantastic.

I'm in real trouble,
St. George.

If Bill's onto me,

Then I'm gonna need
to make a move.

But if I make a move
and in the process

Realize that Bill's not onto me,

He might in turn
realize what's up,

And then he will be onto me...

And I like this guy.

Oh, I want this guy.

So, I guess...

What I'm saying is...

I would like a miracle, please.

Now.

Okay, maybe not a miracle...

But a sign, at least?

All right?

I needed a way out of this mess,

And there,
in that purifying rain,

It came to me--

I needed a fresh start
with no strings

And no trail.

I needed--

It's a win-win.

A fall guy.

...With my buddies
at ortho blue,

We manufacture, we distribute.

Their logo, their liability.

Plus, we just put up
half the money.

Eh, Josh, these test results--

Increased heart rate,
liver complications, stroke?

Yeah, nobody
said it was perfect.

Have you run this
by the Chicago office?

Milo Beeber did last fall.

Milo Beeber?

Yeah. It was his pet project
over at ortho.

He even came up with the name.

You guys ready? Clarity.
Clarity.

And you said it causes stroke?

Exactly.
The potential damage to customers is--

4% tops. Six, maybe
five deaths per annum...

Right.
...Provided they overdose.

And the upside?

Upside! Big upside!

Salary bonuses, stock options,
promotions all around.

People, it's not perfect.
Nothing is.

I say we go for it.
Hands?

Nether wanted Clarity?

Oh, he could have it.

Joshua nether,
a walking, talking,

Sexual harassment machine.

Like they said in Rome,

Live by the sword,
die by the sword.

Nether would never know
what hit him.

I had his number...

...All of his numbers.

Social security number,

Mother's birthday, and password.

I took the funds
he controlled for Clarity

And transferred them
to accounts I'd created.

Pretending to be his wife,

I withdrew
all those diverted funds,

And pretending
to be his girlfriend,

I booked two
first-class tickets to Moldova.

Oh, FYI? Moldova has
no extradition treaty

With the United States.
I looked it up.

Oh, that-- no, no.

This was my absolute
last date ever

With anyone whose name
wasn't Bill Malloy.

I just prayed that bill
would never know

What I've done
in the name of love.

Mom, let me call you back.

I'm, uh, rockin' and rollin'.

Home, James!

I couldn't keep
this up much longer. Something had to give.

Here comes the airplane
into the hangar.

That's right.
Big open...

Sadly, it turned out
to be Mr. Ketchum.

swallow
'em down, Mr. Ketchum.

Here comes another
lovely, lovely bite.

Here we go. Mm!
That's a good boy.

Okay. You ready?

Day 97.
Breathing discontinued.

With Mr. Ketchum dead,
it was like mom...

Was ready for a close-up.

Well, it would be
her first full-fledged wake

She'd thrown in years.

Hey, Bill!
Can you zip--

Where are you going?

I know what you've
been up to, Sarah Jane.

What? Bill!

Honey, these roses--
with or without the baby's breath?

With. Bill!

Ah! Mr. Ketchum.

So, lady, where
would you like him?

In the parlor
by the open window.

Bill had discovered the truth!

My fall guy
had to fall-- and fast.

Sarah Jane, let's
do it right now!

No!
Yes!

No!
Yes!

Joshua, we'll get caught.

No, we won't.
Now.

Besides, you have to go
sign those contracts.

Right.
Right?

Now, I gave you
the address, didn't I?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Right?

And I want you...

To cab out there.

And be there what time?
3:00.

Room.
Eleven.

Go.

Go!

I'm going.

Seducing a self-proclaimed
stud monkey

Was far easier
than I anticipated...

And, frankly,
far more nauseating.

Nether took the bait, all right,

And was trying
to swallow it whole.

I typed nether's confession...

Forged his signature
and planted some stolen cash...

I borrowed mom's Lincoln...

Picked up supplies,
concocted my poison...

Let's see.
50 milligrams of Clarity

Had been too much
for Mr. Ketchum...

So I'd use 5,000 for nether.

You know, it's like
mom always said--

When entertaining, better
too much than too little.

Let's rock.

Joshua: Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

One more.

Mm!

Joshua...

To us.

To us.

Uh uh uh!

Drink up.

Mm.

Do you like your oysters?

I love 'em.

Yeah?

Do you want some more?

You make me want
to cry. Come here.

Why don't you have
another oyster?

Who needs the oyster
when I have the pearl?

Look, look, look, look.

Open up. Open up.

Mm.

Oh!

I didn't know
what would kick in first,

The oysters or the Clarity.

It was the oysters.

Yeah.

Whoa! Oh.

Hey, I never said
I was a virgin.

Ooh! Gah! Uh.

Ooh!

Oh, Sarah Jane!

Darlin',
come here. Look.

You won't believe this!

April Nagata,

Daddy's parole officer!

Oh, it's nice to see you.

Isn't it a shame?

And look, Mr. Tippet!

Mr. Ketchum's boss
at the funeral home.

Finest goddamn hearse driver
that I ever had.

Drunk 24 hours a day--
oh, sorry, father.

Uh.

Hey.
Oh, thanks.

Hi, Char.
How are you?

Food's a class act, S.J.
Best wake this year!

Yeah, your mom even
busted out the champagne.

Yeah. Okay, um,
and this is my newest friend,

Snooks Cunningham.

Snooks recently underwent
a sex change operation.

How's long's it
been now, Snooks?

Last Thursday.

So, old man Ketchum.

In the end, how did
the son of a bitch go down?

Fightin'?

To the last.

I think he use Dorothy.

My son's his spitting image.

Really. Huh.

Mom?
Mm?

Uh, how's
Mr. Ketchum?

Well, last I looked, honey,
he was still dead.

Um, just a minute.

Good day.
It's Father Grisham.

Hi.

I haven't seen you at church...

Or has your St. George
replaced me?

I've-- I've just been busy.

Killing people again?

You mean old Mr. Ketchum.

Mm.

Have you ever heard
of hubris, Sarah Jane?

Exaggerated pride
or self-confidence.

No.

You, father?

Mm.

I'll leave you to your thoughts.

Bill?

It's over, kid.

End of the line.

You're going to arrest me?

See, that's not funny.

Oh, I know.

What are you doing?
What? What?

It's freezing.

You know,

If I hadn't seen it
with my own eyes,

I never would've believed it.

I mean, you...
You, Sarah Jane.

I mean...
Me?

Don't-- don't-- don't
play games with me.

Okay? We both know
what's going on here.

Well, you've gotta understand.

The first time
it was an accident.

That's what you call it?

An accident?

Yeah.

You got the nerve
to dine uptown with that scumbag...

Huh?

...And call it
an accident?

Which scumbag?

What-- oh, god.
Oh, Jesus!

Son of a bitch!

There are others?

No. Maybe.
Which?

Who? What?
Huh?

Listen.
What?

I saw you, you understand that?

I saw you get out
of the car with him!

Who?
Who? Well, you know--

One-- one of your execs
on my list.

Uh, Nether, okay?
Last Tuesday night.

Right?
Oh.

So, babe, uh, romance-wise,

You and me?
We're history, okay?

Oh, oh. Bill, wait!

Nether and I,
we just work together.

That's it.

It was just business, I swear.

Are you lying?

No?

Really?

I swear.

Damn it!

Stupid temper.
Bill!

Stupid. I just--
don't. Don't.

I just thought-- I know, I know.

But you gotta learn to trust me.

What's that?
What?

What's this?

Uh, that's why I came in.

To wrap it up.

It's a ring. For you.

Hmm.

It's okay.
We'll get it resized.

Sarah Jane...

Do you remember when,
uh, when I told you

That when the time
is right, we'll know?

You know what?
What?

That time is right now.

Really?

Ah!

♪ 'tis you, 'tis you
must go and I must bide ♪

♪ but come ye back ♪

♪ in summers
in the meadow... ♪

Under the circumstances,
things were working out

Better than I could've expected.

I had the perfect man,

The perfect job,

And with Nether six feet under,

The perfect alibi.

"I embezzled the money
and the others found out,

"so I killed them one by one.
Don't try to find me.

I've flown off to an island
far, far away."

Sound like, uh, sound like him?

Um...

Who was this?

Oh, Nether. Uh...

Yeah, that guy.

Could be. Could be.

Sarah Jane, did you hear?

You mean Nether?

Yeah. Can you believe it?

Maybe I was next, Bill.

Yeah, maybe.
Just, uh--

Boy, I don't know.

You know, a guy that meticulous,

You know, a guy
willing to murder

In order to keep
the money he embezzled,

A guy like that doesn't just
leave 30 grand in his office.

And then there's the "l" thing.

The "l" thing?

Yeah, he spelled
"sincerely" with two "l"s,

You know, but when I checked
his other papers and stuff,

There were no mistakes,
not a one.

Really?

Oh. Captain calling.
See you later?

You can count on it.

Okay, kid.

Captain?

The "l" thing.

Who was sending the notes?

Ormsby?

My fellow asthmatic
used the same inhaler as mine.

Foururadol was never to be mixed

With products
containing aspirin...

Like clarity.

And since he only
drank bottled water,

He was an easy target.

Bardo. Well, it would be
the simplest thing in the world

To set her up
as a victim of a sex crime.

In fact, if it
didn't kill her...

She would probably enjoy it.

Mr. Everwright.
Now, let's be real.

He was a few clowns
short of a circus.

No way it was him.

Father Grisham.

I'd actually confessed
to Father Grisham.

But it turned out
he was no saint himself.

And Bill was getting
closer to the truth.

The noose
was starting to tighten.

But you said
he left the country.

Yeah, but maybe he didn't.
Policeman's ball.

Policeman's ball.

I got him boarding
a plane to Jamaica,

Right, but he never gets off.

What if he just wants us
to think he split, huh?

Policeman's ball.

So, you think
he's still in town?

Yeah, he could be.

I tracked him down to a hotel

The day he supposedly
got out of dodge, right?

Seems he diddled a chick
in that room first.

Policeman's ball.
A motel?

No, hotel. 11:00 a.m.
Downtown Marriott.

I didn't get a fix
on the girlfriend,

But Nether was
definitely there. Policeman's ball.

Oh, god, then he did me
later that afternoon.

Policeman's ball.

Pretzel for the lady, please.

Thanks.

Still, the best part
of my theory?

I'll bite. Is what?

Nether always wore
his cell phone, right?

Never went anywhere without it.

I'm not sure I follow.

Well, see, if we
track down his cell phone,

We can send silent messages
for up to 96 hours, right?

You locate the frequency,
you locate the cell phone.

You locate the cell phone,
you locate Nether.

Connect the cell phone
to Wilder's,

You've got yourself a case...

In theory, anyway.

Come on, sweet knees.

I had to dig up
Mr. Ketchum's coffin

And find that cell phone
before Bill did,

And I needed that cash
I'd hidden inside

To pay off my blackmailer.

And to think, management thought
you were smarter than me.

Charmaine?
W-what are you do--?

Payback for stealing
my promotion.

You're my blackmailer!

Ooh.
What are you--?

I'm the one who started you off
on your little crime spree.

Oh, you...
Followed me here?

I told Beeber
you were an easy lay.

But I'm not-- I said shut up!

I also clued in Miss Wilder.

And Morty, too?

Yeah, sure, I teed up
Morty. Why not?

What I didn't count on was that
you would actually start enjoying yourself.

No, no, but Jejeune!
Jejeune-- Jejeune was my idea.

Oh, please, you
stupid little bitch.

I'm the one who sent
the fax of you and Wilder.

Not that jerk!

I even had Johnny
blab to a few cops

That your mom had a room to let.

Figuring what, that a cop

Would pick up on--
on all those deaths...

At work.

Yeah, and zero in on you.

That's good.
Yeah.

And you making Nether
the fall guy?

I mean, that was just--
that was just a bonus.

Now instead of just revenge,
there was money to be had.

I would like
that money, Sarah Jane.

Now!

Fine.

You're a bitch!

What?

Get me the money!

Aah!

There! That blackmail note
on the window.

Did you like my printing?

Remember when your dad died

For beating up your mom?

I do.

Your mom said daddy boozehound

Had a head-on
with a cement truck,

But you said you knew different.

You said it was
your guardian angel,

St. George, that he'd
come to save you.

Well, hon, where's
your guardian angel now? Huh?

Hey, Sare!

Where's your saint now?

Hey, Char!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Aaah!

Yes, uh, we did recover
a cell phone

We believed to be Miss Wilder's.

As it turns out,
it was another commuter's.

Had Charmaine Abatemarco
been having an affair with Nether?

Well, uh, we did trace them
to a certain motel,

So that seems to be
the case, yes.

And then, what, they argued over
her share of the embezzled money?

That is a scenario
that we're pursuing,

That Miss Abatemarco
killed Mr. Nether,

Hid him and the money
inside the coffin,

Returned later to dig it up,

And either somehow slipped
or jumped from the belfry.

Uh, Detective.

Uh, your name.

Is that with one "l"
or with two?

M-a-l-l-o-y.

On the home front,
mom finally got around

To cleaning out
Mr. Ketchum's belongings.

It turns out she was right

About Mr. Ketchum having
a secret stash.

Her thrift shop days were over.

Whoo! Whoo!

And in a surprising twist,
a change of management

Not precipitated
by my gentle touch,

Mr. Everwright
just plain old retired,

And the board rewarded
Mr. Ormsby for years of--

Well, just for years.

And I inherited

Not only Ormsby's
plum marketing job,

But also his
very cool corner office.

Are you taking
a smoke break out there?

Let's go.

Thank you.

You know, I'm not loving that.
Not loving it.

Let's try it back over
on the other side.

That's what you guys get for
slacking, you know what I mean?

Things were perfect.

That's good.
That's good.

You guys like the dog here?

But then...

I do.

Bill called.

You know, Sarah Jane,
I've been thinkin'.

Yeah, Bill?
What about?

About that ring you gave me.

I feel like I've, uh,
seen it somewhere before.

Really.

In the, uh, store window
next to this one.

oh!

Come here, kid.

St. George, patron saint
of chivalry

And major dragon slayer,
had come through for me again.

I was a successful executive,

And I had my knight
in shining armor,

But not without a price.

So, I tried to compensate
where I could,

Atone for my sins.

Oh, hey!
Hey hey hey hey!

Coffee's ready and, uh,
you have three calls.

Good morning, by the way.

Later.
And, L.J., just water.

I decided to recommend
L.J. Feffer for a promotion

To give him the opportunity
I'd had,

But without all the dirty deeds.

It was the least I could do
for St. George.

Dear Mr. Ormsby...

My time at Judge Pharmaceuticals

Has been the most rewarding
experience of my life.

This company has offered me
the unexpected opportunity

To work my way up
the corporate ladder.

On that note, I would like
to recommend a bright young man

For our new entry-level
executive position,

My assistant, L.J. Feffer.

Thank you.

Ooh.

Mm!

L.J.
Yeah?

I wanted to say that I think
you're doing a terrific job.

Oh, the, uh--

You were out of water bottles,

So... I just stole

One of Ormsby's
from the kitchen.

Forward thinking.
I like that.

Though at first glance,

L.J. Might seem more
expendable...

Hey, L.J.!

Yeah?

"expendable." does that have
an "a" in it, or an "I"?

Um... Hold on.

Just looking it up.

"expendable. Used up
or consumed in service."

Uh, e-x-p-e-n-d-a-b-l-e.

Okay. Oh, oh, wait.
Hold on.

Wait a second.
What was that again?

E-x.
E-x.

P-e.

P--

"x."

L.J.?

Yeah.

That water that you got
from Mr. Ormsby's water jug.

It didn't, by chance, have
an "x" marked on the top?

Would I do things differently,
knowing what I know now?

Would St. George
not have killed the dragon?

I'd never be a saint,

But we can't start over.

There is no past.

There is no future.

We only have now.

The rest, like mom
always said, is karma.

We get what we deserve.