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(Male Announcer reads text on screen)

(Musical jingle)

EVERETT: Fuck, Reggie, hold your end!

Hold your end, Reggie!

Yo, yo, wol' on a second there, bredrin.

Ah slip mi ah slip.

We got no time to slip, bro, come on.

Yo, just put it down for a second now, dawg!

We're two hours late, guys!

Please, can you pick it up here?

Fuck putting it down, fuck putting it down!

Everett, what are you, a fuckin' baby?!

Don't put that shit down! - Eric, what the fuck?

- Lift the fuckin' thing! - Guys, please!

Fuckin' lift that shit, bro!

Oh my Lord!

Are you gonna be able to fix that?

Yup, easy!

Fuck, I said come to me in a second!

Who the fuck you think you're talking to like that?

- Dad? - Everett! Just dip and flip!

Please!

- Everett! - Why are you yelling at me?

Bredrin, you can't hold your own weight!

- Yes, I can hold my weight! - So dip! And flip!

- [thud] - [fire alarm beeping]

Everett...!

Everett!

Everett? Hello?

[Everett gasps]

Power bar work order table client?

EVERETT: Hm?

Two-hour truck drive elevator shaft!

Yes, okay, it's okay.

- Everett! - [Everett gasping]

Uh, a few more things.

Black Chris quit, White Chris is stuck in Barrie

because Black Chris was his ride,

and Reggie is a no-show for the Bank of Oxford job

that started an hour ago.

Said he's opening a restaurant...?

Fuckin' Reggie and this Jamaican restaurant shit!

Sleepy, go start the truck!

[line ringing]

CARLA: Uh, two more things from Amir.

He said he's raising the rent, which is an extra 250,

and it's due today,

so he wanted to remind you this still wasn't paid.

Tell that shit-ass landlord mechanic my wheels still shake!

I'm not paying for shit.

- [Carla sighs] - Sorry, my bad.

REGGIE: [voice] Yo, wah gwan?

EVERETT: Reggie!

REGGIE: [voice] [laughs] Mi busy styll, but hear wah.

Leave a message afta...

Answer the phone!

Sleepy, start the truck!

[Sleepy snoring]

CARLA: [quietly] One more thing...

Your dad wants to talk about the business.

I'm not dealing with that guy today.

Tell him I'm downtown taking care of serious shit.

You can tell your own lie.

Carla, you're the secretary. Secretize that shit, please!

Come on!

He's actually downtown right now.

Hey, Dad.

[theme music]

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EVERETT: What's up?

Well, I'm selling Saunders & Saunders Moving

to Zenithon Logistics. [chuckles]

You're selling your company?

Let's just say the price was right.

How's business for you?

Good, good. Yeah, no, we're good.

We're busy, we're busy.

Got a lot going on, a lot of jobs.

Carla, call Reggie again!

Carla, may I beg you a favour?

Take Novacom, CopperCo, and Bank of Oxford

off your client list.

Dad, what do you mean?

Look...

I know we spoke of Shazam

taking over the rest of my clients when I retire,

but that's before the deal came into the picture.

And let's be real...

you don't live and breathe moving furniture the way I do.

Dad, I'm in a moving uniform!

I have a fuckin' team of lions on the road

taking care of serious clientele.

That I handed you.

Okay, obviously moving office furniture

wasn't my master plan, Dad, but I'm serious about this.

Look! - Mm.

Bank of Oxford is asking where the hell you guys are.

Yeah, we're on the highway, we're good.

Yeah... Sleepy? Sleepy!

Sleepy, wake the fuck up!

Look, one other thing.

I want to give your brother a job.

Eric doesn't wanna work here. I tried.

[scoffs] Eric!

Ricardo!

Ricardo?

- Lupita's son. - Oh my God.

Dad, that's your girl's boy, not my bro.

And he's in Cuba.

Look, he's here now. He got his papers.

I'd hire him, but I'm cashing out, guy!

You're gonna come up in here, flex your company's deal,

shit on my company, take back clients,

and then drop your Cuban stepson on us?

So, we cool?

At least let me keep the Bank of Oxford.

Then I'll hire your girl's boy.

Done.

REGGIE: [voice] Leave a message afta di beep,

an mi link yuh back quick an' fast.

EVERETT: Reggie, there's no way you quit on me

to open a Jamaican restaurant that's gonna close

in three months! Wake up!

Fuck this cooking shit, man!

You have a real job with real work here, brother!

Call Mike The Bike.

MIKE: [phone] Yeah, not today, Ev.

I got jury duty, buddy.

Brother, fuck the jury, man.

We have serious shit happening today, man, please!

MIKE: We're talking about first-degree murder here, Ev.

I'm getting murdered, Mike!

Still good for Wednesday, though?

MIKE: Yeah, 7 am at the shop.

Call Black Chris.

VOICE: [phone] The number you have reached is not in service.

What are you, 14 years old? Call Shaquille.

SHAQUILLE: [phone] Not gonna lie, yo, I got long-COVID, man.

You have COVID every fuckin' Monday and Friday!

You have Long Weekend Disease!

[Shaquille coughing]

That sounds pretty fucked up. You should stay home.

Call Carla.

[phone ringing]

Shazam Moving?

EVERETT: [phone] Carla, we gotta get our shit together, man.

We need some new good guys, bad! Quick!

Responsible, sharp, non-lying, awake, fast!

I've been saying we should reach out to agencies.

Carla, that's gonna take weeks.

We need new guys yesterday.

I mean, we can put an ad up on Frigslist.

It's fast, but full of sleaze-bags.

Fuck it, let's do it. Let's train the sleaze-bags.

So we're just a bunch of sleaze-bags now?

[quietly] Is that, uh, boss?

Uh, I'll... you know, I'll put a listing up.

We need independent thinkers, though, man.

I'm not here to babysit grown men.

Tell him rent... [whistles]

Yeah, sorry, Amir is here

just reminding me of the rent increase.

I believe he said an extra... 250?

AMIR: [sighs] Give me.

Man, tell that motherfucker he can't be walkin' up in our shit

like the Prince of Persia just doing shit!

Prince of Pers... Brother!

What's up with this rent increase, brother?

It's not nice!

Hard times for Amir.

You're not getting any more money from us, man!

You raise the rent how many times a month?

Everett, brother.

Amir fix Shazam car, Shazam trucks for so cheap, no problem.

Everett late on payment, Amir extend payment dates...

EVERETT: What are you fixing?!

My van is broken, my car is broken.

All you do is drive my shit!

Property value's increasing, my friend.

People want to rent from Amir for two times what you pay!

You want to move out? Poof!

Yeah, no poof, no poof. Okay, let's fix price.

150 instead of 250.

Oh, no fix.

I say Carla 275, and Amir don't budge.

Brother, you told Carla 250.

Okay, for you, special deal.

Alright. Alright, fine. Deal.

Every time at this time, he's runnin' up the stairs.

I think he's checking his wifey. Hold on.

Feelin' lucky. Ten bones, black whip.

Camera 2. Put it up. Put it up.

- You don't like money, huh? - Put it up.

On a white whip, though, that's what I'm sayin'.

Black whip. Watch this.

Come on.

There it is! Let's go!

BOTH: Woah-oah-oah! No, no, no...!

Nah, nah, nah, nah. What are you talkin' about?

That's not a whip. That's a cargo van.

Bro, that's a whip. A whip is a whip!

But that's a truck! A whip's not a truck!

Bro... so you telling me you can't whip a truck?

I'm sorry, bro! [laughs]

Oh, no, no, no, man. You're always cheating, dawg!

I never cheated, bro!

[talking over each other]

That's bullshit, dawg! That's not your bro?

Holy.

Ho-ly, what are you doing here?

What are you gonna do, arrest me?

Yeah, I could. I could. I could also tow your shit.

Yeah, man, one call, you're done.

- One! - Yeah, whatever, listen, uh...

You got like 5, 10, 15 minutes to help me out real quick?

- For what? - Yeah, for what?

Long story, but a couple guys flaked on me this morning

so I just need a quick hand at the bank real quick.

I can't leave my job for a job, bro, I'm at work.

I just watched you guys wrestle.

- Yo, we're securing. - Yeah, it's hard work.

Come on, man, let's go.

Everett, bro.

- Put this on. - That's crazy, bro.

Yo, hold down the fort, man. I'll be back in 15.

Alright.

- Hurry up. - Yeah, man, whatever.

If Boss asks...

I'm paying for parking.

Just be swift, dawg. I gotta drop a log.

[chuckles]

[wheels rolling]

Ow.

Ugh!

[Sleepy snoring]

CARLA: You're gonna work with me today.

[grunting with effort]

How does this even...?

What's with your hat?

Are you a security guard or something?

- No, I'm a mover. - [loud crash]

Okay, you'll have room for us at your storage facility?

Oh, yeah.

You have enough space for our stuff?

Yeah, no, we have room. Lots of room.

- Okay, 'cause... here we go. - Oh! [exhales]

Yeah, yeah, no problem. That's easy, easy, easy stuff.

- Easy? - Yeah, we got this.

Well, the service elevator was booked,

but that was two hours ago,

when you guys were supposed to be here.

No problem. Yeah, we can stair carry.

It'd be like a 40-minute job, easy.

- 40 minutes? - 40, nah, like 30.

30, 30, 30. Yeah, 25-ish. - What?

Well, which is it? 35, 40...

Yeah, closer to like 15. 15 minutes; it'll be quick.

[sighs] Okay, I hope so,

because we are two hours behind schedule, okay?

- Okay. Yeah, no worries. - Just get it going.

Yeah, we got it. Cool, cool, cool, cool.

Fuck.

[both muttering]

ERIC: I only have 15.

I told you I only have 15!

[wheels rolling]

[exhales]

Hello!

Are... are you Shazam?

Uh, I'm Carla.

Oh, shit, my bad, my bad.

Uh, this is Shazam, though!

Oh.

Who are you?

My... my friends call me Blaze.

What do you call yourself?

Blaze.

Uh, what did you tell us your name was?

Oh, Thomas.

[chuckling]

We're just gonna take a quick pic here.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Alright, uh, one, two,

and...

[shutter clicks]

EVERETT: Fuckin' Reggie has the Global Industrial bits.

The fuck is that?

These tables can't just be screwed out with any drill bit.

So, what are you doing?

I'ma try every fuckin' drill bit I got.

Hand me a Robertson. - Fuck is that?

- A square bit, man. - Ah!

Ah, bro, a fuckin' square screwdriver bit, man, come on!

- Ah...! - Brother.

The bit that goes into the drill!

Oh, oh, oh! Oh, fuck.

[drilling]

Alright, we good?

Uh, no, we're gonna have to handbomb it whole.

- What?! - Gotta handbomb it whole.

[drill bits and tools clinking]

Bro, this is like a thousand pounds!

- 900, 900. - Oh my God, bro.

Use your spine on three. One, two, three, spine...

[both groaning with effort]

Yeah, I've been moving for like a year now.

I'm comin from fuckin' Maury's Moving.

Fuck that guy.

Nice! What brings you over here?

Uh, they got bought out or somethin'.

I got tired of Maury's bitchin' anyway,

so I left before they fired me.

Awesome.

Well, we will just take a quick pic...

Hey, do you know what time it is?

I got a bus to catch. - Yep! It's 1:39.

Fuck!

[exhales angrily]

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

Alright, towards the door, towards the door!

Towards the door! Straight, straight, straight!

Watch your back! Watch your back, okay?

HASSAN: [voice] Yo, yo, Eric, where you at, man?

The boss is lurkin'!

Go in, go in, go in. Go into the frame.

Into the frame, leg first!

- HASSAN: Can you hear me? - Leg first!

What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?

Can we keep the shouting and profanity

to a minimum, gentlemen?

Yeah! No worries.

- Thank you! - [walkie-talkie chirps]

Come on, bro, I told you I gotta drop a deuce, man.

Hurry up. Yo, lemme know if you can hear this!

- [loud fart] - [indistinct swearing]

Yo, let me know if you heard that pup!

One motion, we're gonna push, lift, and hook, alright?

Yeah, push, yeah, okay, okay, okay!

- [loud crash] - Oh!

Fuck! Oh, shit.

- Fuck! - Okay, okay...

ERIC: Oh, fuck...

[thudding]

EVERETT: [quietly] Sorry, sorry, sorry.

[glass crunching]

Sorry. I'm sorry, guys.

Watch the wall, watch the wall.

Yeah, sorry, sorry.

[shutter clicks]

CARLA: So, Marcus and Michael?

You guys are a package deal?

MARCUS: Yes, yes, yes.

I have come together with my nephew Michael

in hopes of securing a respectable job.

Wonderful.

And where did you work before this?

- Don't worry about that. - Hey-hey!

You see, this is why you cannot be running the streets

up to no good.

You can't even look at the nice lady

and tell her your past work experience.

Look, I'm just here for some extra likkle loot

in between my wops.

In other words, I'm just trying to make money.

[Marcus laughs]

[Carla chuckles nervously]

[phones ringing]

You good?

EV'S HEADSET: [voice] Call from Baby Gurl Less Than 3.

Answer!

No, nigga, I gotta get back to fuckin' work, come on!

Hey, baby! What's up, baby?

NICOLE: [phone] [shouting in Spanish]

"Hey, baby, hey, baby. What do you need?"

What do I need? [shouting in Spanish]

- No, no, no, no, no! - [loud crash]

NICOLE: [phone] Everett!

ERIC: I tell you one thing,

I'll never get into office moving.

- Welcome to my world. - Fuck that shit.

How'd we even get that shit in there?

- [walkie-talkie chirps] - In pieces.

Ah, fuck that shit.

Ah, ah...

[walkie-talkie chirps]

HASSAN: [voice] Yo, Eric, where you at, man?

Flippin' the boss is lurkin'.

Yeah, broski.

We just finished. I'm, uh, I'm on my way back.

- [walkie-talkie chirps] - BOSS: [voice] No, no, Eric,

it's not your bro, it's your boss.

Remember me? Caroline?

- [walkie-talkie chirps] - Ah, no. Uh, no!

Uh, I just, uh...

- [walkie-talkie chirps] - BOSS: Yeah... [indistinct]

Yo, my shirt, my shirt!

Ah, fuck, fuck! Fuckin', fuckin' shirt!

BOSS: [Indistinct]. I wonder what they're up to.

But they must be working hard. - Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Aah, aah, aah, aah!

Catch you at home, man.

[sighs heavily]

- Hello...? - Hello, um...

Is Evair� hea?

What?

Uh, Evair�, Evair�.

- Uh... what? - Uh, Evair�.

Evair�. He's here?

Um, are you look... are you look...

Sorry, are you looking for a person?

Uh, yeh. Evair�, Evair�.

Um... Ev-er-eh.

Uh, broad guy, a strong guy.

My Spanish is so bad.

Very gentle eyes, though.

You look at him and he's... - Oh.

...seduce you a little bit! [laughs]

[laughs awkwardly]

Um... I'm sorry, I just...

I'm gonna need a keyword to latch onto.

Um, why are you here?

Eh, moobing. I am here,

I am just arriving for the moobing job.

Are you talking about the Frigslist listing?

Uh, Friglas, who's that?

Um...

For the... the moving...? The moving job?

- Yes! - Ohh!

Oh, the moving job.

The moobing job! That's me! That's why I here!

Okay, uh, alright, so we'll just take a quick picture,

uh, grab your phone number, ask you a few questions,

and we'll call you back. - Perfect, perfect!

EVERETT: Not in a million years.

That's my dad's Cuban stepson.

I'm not hiring that motherfucker.

What am I, an English tutor?

Okay, but he's probably the best of the batch.

Yeah.

Maury's Moving got bought out by Zenithon too?

Seems like everyone is.

Except us.

By the way, how much did your dad get for his buyout?

He wouldn't tell me, but...

the motherfucker has sweet clientele,

sweet reputation, legitimate books.

Probably like a fuckin' million dollars or something.

Am I gonna have to look for a Frigslist job?

Nah, nah, nah. You're good.

Maybe just skim.

Open a couple bookmarks.

I just wonder if they'd ever consider us for a buyout.

They'd probably rather crush us than buy us, but...

it is not too late to turn it around.

Mm-hm.

We should also stop smashing glass doorways

to help our case a little.

They called about that?

Fuck. What'd they say?

Well, they have insurance.

But they'll probably put us on ice for a while.

- Look. - [inspirational music starts]

I think we swing this shit, man.

I think we take these sleaze-bags,

train 'em, tighten up.

No more noob shit, no more accidents.

Elevate.

We go pro.

Maybe we sell out like my pops one day

for a fuckin' million dollars.

[inspirational music stops suddenly]

- 750! - [music starts again]

Maybe a bit...

425 area.

- 250. - 250.

SLEEPY: Ahh!

We about ready to go?

Sleepy, the day's done. Go home.

Sleepy, home time. Home.

RICARDO: You should only have...

never three girlfriend, only one.

ERIC: Who's that?

Fuckin' Dad's girl's son.

Wassup, brothers?

EVERETT: What are you doing here?

RICARDO: Uh, my mother boyfriend telling me

you guys have a moving company.

I get a job with you moving company, uh,

so now I guess I'm going to sleep over here with you guys.

- Sleeping here? - Yeah!

ERIC: He's working for your company?

Brother, the move isn't for another three days.

- Yeah! - We don't need you here yet.

No, no, is no problem, man, is no problem!

I only have a couple of things over there

I can bring inside fast, very fast.

[sighs heavily]

First room on your left, bro.

You are the best, man.

My brother!

EVERETT: Don't call me that.

Dawg, you're smoking a bogie? What the fuck?

What's up?

They let me go, for helping you with that table earlier.

Damn.

ERIC: Listen, man, you have some extra hours or whatever, like,

I'm down to help out, temporarily.

I don't wanna get caught up in the office moving shit, man,

just need to get back on my feet.

EVERETT: Yeah.

I could use all the help I can get, honestly.

RICARDO: So sorry, guys.

- [clattering] - Watch the railings, man.

- [clattering] - Heh-heh, sorry, guys!

Watch the railings! Your rice cooker, bro.

RICARDO: Oh, this one is important.

EVERETT: Watch the glass! ERIC: Yo!

EVERETT: Watch the glass, bro!

[car approaching]

CLOUDY: Your crib looks like a trap house!

ERIC: Oh, here we go with these fuckers.

CLOUDY: [laughs] I didn't wanna say it!

- Come off the grass, man! - [rap music blaring]

Your driveway is chippin', bro. What!

So I park on the grass, like...

This fuckin' guy.

EVERETT: Say hi to your cousin. ERIC: That's your cuz, man.

EVERETT: Here we go with this guy, man.

Stayin' patrollin' has you fuckin' stressed. What up, fed?

Yo, why you keep callin' the man a fed, bro?

Leave him alone, bro.

'Cause your bro's a fuckin' fed.

Brother, I work security, not police.

And now I'm neither.

Got fuckin' fired, bro.

Broke nigga! [laughs]

Fuckin' loser.

Whatever you say, buddy.

[Indistinct].

Pull up your pants, man.

Yo, fed, report this!

Yeah, right, yeah, you're probably smokin' a reggie.

Pussy!

Are you fuckin' stupid?

I'm tumpin' strains you'll never pronounce in your life, cro!

That guy's a clown, cro!

Straight up. Look at him.

Yo, fix your porch, nigga! [laughs]

Watch out.

Dawg, where you goin' with chicken?

ERIC: Bro, bring our chicken back.

TYCO: Grow up!

- Yo, hey man. - Grow up!

Swing me, uh, the keys. I need the house whip, fam.

You can't be in and out the crib

like you don't already have a crib!

- Aunty said what? - [sentimental music]

- Oh my God. - This is a family crib, okay?

You guys come here and take up the house for, what,

three, four years now. This is my crib too!

So then pitch in on the hydro bill once and a while!

Not even!

That's your guys' business.

Yo, here's your hydro, cro!

[laughter]

I'm like a dragon, bro.

Straight outta Game of Thrones.

[Cloudy laughs]

EVERETT: Dawg, you have a whip. Your ride is right there.

Why do you need the house whip?

Mans are really not gonna swing me my aunty's whip?

Oh my God.

Bring it back, dawg.

Don't forget to fill it back up with gas, man.

TYCO: Here's your gas, cro!

[laughs] Pump that!

Yo, yo, pump that!

Yo, yo, yo... show him what I taught you last week.

This guy was... yo, he coulda went D1 but he hurt his big toe.

CLOUDY: Let's run a quick 2-v-1, bros vs cuz.

Nigga, just leave!

Yo, do a step back!

CLOUDY: Guys are tryna play?

TYCO: Do a step back!

- [glass shatters] - [Tyco laughing]

The fuck, man?!

TYCO: Shazam that! [laughs hysterically]

- Shit. E, you got dat? - Yo, fuck this crib, dawg!

Straight. Straight goods, bro.

Man, give me one of them fuckin' bogies, man.

Fuckin' Brampton guys, bro. These guys are losers, bro!

[laughter]

["Let's Ride" by Choclair]

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