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[TV news music]

REPORTER: [TV] We now go to Dan Bennett

with his report on this disturbing trend.

DAN: [TV] This morning, the RCMP intercepted

17 shipping containers being sent to Ghana

containing over 30 vehicles stolen...

ERIC: Hello? Okay. Yeah, yeah.

Just now, just now.

[loudly] Yo, Everett!

Everett!

- Everett!

Everett!

EVERETT: Shitting!

- Eric, he's making a poo!

ERIC: Okay, go buy the weed from Tyco! He's outside!

- Eric, buying marijuana, man, I...

I never do that in my life, man!

[car horn honks]

ERIC: Ricky, man, please, go! Hurry!

- Eric, who you think I am, man? Al Pacino?

[car honks again]

[car honking]

TYCO: You guys are takin' up my time

like I don't have tings to deal wit, bro!

Get in the whip! - Relax, man!

What, do you want to send me to jail?

What wrong with you, man?

- So then let's hurry up and deal with it, bro!

I been waitin'! - Okay, I help Eric on this.

- Get in the whip, bro! What are you dealin' wit, bro?

- The whip? - Get in the whip!

- Yo, next door, bro! Next door, bro!

What are you doin'? - Here?

This house here?

- You're really startin' to irritate me.

- I don't know what you want from me, Tyco.

I'm getting very nervous, man.

Why don't you just take the money like this, like in...?

- Get in the whip!

- I don't understand why you make it so complicated!

Just take the money! - We're not doin' that!

We're not doin' that! We're not doin' that!

We're not doin' that, bro!

We're not doin' that! Take the money, bro!

We're not doin' that!

Get in the whip and we do dat! Get in the whip and we do dat!

Get-- in-- the-- whip-- broski! [honking rhythmically]

Where you goin'?

- Do you...

- Bro, [indistinct] get in the whip!

Look at you, messin' up Everett's lawn!

[music blaring]

[muted music from outside]

[car engine starts]

[car speeds away]

- That was you honkin'? - No.

- You buy the weed? - No.

Mean guy, man.

Mean guy.

[theme music, "Let's Ride" by Choclair]

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CARLA: [sighs]

Hey.

Happy birthday!

- What's with the hoodie? Why are you in the dark?

- [quietly] This forging signature shit is killing me!

- Relax. Nobody's gonna know! - [sighs]

- Worst case scenario, you go to jail, I get the lawyer.

- Fucking shut up!

How did I let you talk me into this?

- I'm joking. It's fine. We're chill.

- What did Trisha say? - Nothing.

- We haven't heard back from Zenithon, either.

- Well there you go, you can wear your hoodie normal.

Look, Trisha calls me, I play stupid.

Zenithon calls me, "Whoops, sorry, guys.

"Misunderstanding. How much without the contract?"

They're probably gonna call here, though,

so you'll have to say that, and just, like, make it sound

professional and sick and shit. So, alright?

- Shit, shit!

EVERETT: Alright, alright, easy shit.

A tiny driving school is movin' out.

Where's Michael?

MARCUS: Ah-ah. Ah, yes, Michael.

Michael is doing volunteer work at the church today.

- Michael is volunteering? - Michael goes to church?

- What church?

- Uh...

Uh...

a church in Brampton.

- What church in Brampton?

[ominous music]

- Yes. - Forget it.

Uh, yeah, easy shit, man. Just a regular day.

Uh, probably 10 dollies.

- Not regular day...

Because it's this big guy's birthday!

- [all clapping] - [salsa music playing]

- Pow! Pow! [laughs] - Alright, Ricky, okay.

- Happy birthday! - Okay, that's enough.

Alright, Ricky, that's enough.

- Come in my shoulder, Everett, come on!

- Let go of my leg! Stop it, Ricky! Ricky!

- Bam! Bam! - Seriously! Seriously!

- Happy birthday, man! - No, Ricky, seriously!

No, you're doin' too much. You're doin' a lot.

Seriously, I don't need all that birthday shit.

- Bah, bah! - Alright, stop-- Ricky!

Now, stop it, stop it. - The birthday beating!

- Okay, stop, stop! - [breathlessly] Oh...

- It's not my birthday, it's a workday.

Let's get it. Let's load that van up.

10 dollies, couple bins.

- I'll meet you guys there.

- Hurry up. - Happy birthday to--!

- Okay, Ricky, Ricky, fuck it! Seriously.

- ERIC: How are we lookin'? - [gasps] Um...

- The fuck you so jumpy for? How we lookin'? How we lookin'?

- What? - I don't have much time.

How we lookin'? - For what?

- The surprise party. How we lookin'?

- Fuck...

Um, okay, so... - What you doin'?

- I've had a lot going on recently

and I may have forgotten about the plan.

Um, I think we should cancel.

- No, we're not cancelling. I can't do that to him. Sorry.

- Hmph! Everett has done worse! - Not Everett, Reggie.

I already fuckin' put the order in for the food.

And I'm not losin' my money.

And why is your hoodie tied so tight?

Why you movin' like this? You're movin' weird.

Okay, listen, I told Reggie I'd pull up around 3:30.

Blunts in the air by 4.

- Okay. - Just make it happen.

- Okay! - Yeah?

What if he asks why am I so excited about work?

What do I say then?

- I dunno, just say you wanna go home and honk it.

- Honk...? What? I wanna go home and what?

- Just come up with your own alibi. I don't know!

- Niggas don't say that. Nobody says that.

Who says that they wanna go home and honk?

- I've heard it lots of times. Like...

- Who says, "Imma honk it"?

- Every...? Everyone says that!

- Who the fuck says that? - [car horn honking]

RICARDO: Everett, look! Country 'Tyle!

We do a quick stop?

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- Watch the van, man!

- Sorry, brother. - Come on.

NAVEED: Oh, shit.

- Morning, brother. Morning, morning.

How you doin', brother?

- Hello, hello. - Yes, sir. How you doin'?

Oh... - Shit, I'm fine, I'm fine.

It's, uh, sweet-bitter today, you know?

- Last day, huh? - Yes. Very unfortunate.

You know, I run this here driving school for 13 years.

- Yeah... yeah, yeah. - And now, nothing!

- [thermos clanging] - Yeah, let's...

let's just get inside and get started, though, yeah?

Prop that door open.

- You know, these new people, they buy the building,

they raise the rent $3,000.

- Oof! - No warning, nothing!

- That's rough. - [thermos clanging]

- I say, "Shit, are you crazy? I can't afford!" Holy shit.

- You got too much stuff, man.

- Hold this, please. Hold this, please.

- Yo, let's just go inside? Yeah?

- Please, excuse this new bullshit security, okay?

[dramatic music]

- [sighs]

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- Okay. First name, last name, cell phone,

home phone, email,

contact, contact email, postal code,

sign-in time, sign-out time.

- Is this necessary every time?

- Why don't you go ahead and put your name down, Naveed?

- Please, put information down

before I do something I regret, okay?

- [quietly] Eric, I'm going to put a fake name

because I think this guy is police, man.

- You reserve the elevator for us?

- Let's find out.

[suspenseful music]

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- [sucking his teeth]

You didn't make a booking request.

- Let me make the request right now.

I need the elevator, please.

- Right now? - Right now!

- No.

- Mr. Boss, please!

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - Come on, brother.

We got a job to do, man. - Nope!

I can't just book an elevator the day of.

- This is bullshit! What is the reason for this?

- Security reasons. - Oh my goodness.

How can I go when elevator is a no-go?

[slams desk and sighs]

- You can take it up with the building.

- [slamming desk]

Oh, finally, somebody pick up!

You guys have done enough to me and this driving school.

I need the elevator today. I need it right now!

OWNER: [phone] Naveed, you've had the chance

to use the elevator for weeks.

All we ask is 48 hours' notice.

We've been nothing but patient.

- Liars!

OWNER: You haven't paid rent in two months,

and you forgot to book the elevator.

- Liars! - [phone ringing]

[suspenseful music]

- Shit!

[panicked breathing]

- [phone beeps] - [voice] Hi.

This is Scott from Zenithon Logistics.

I'm calling with a few questions regarding one of the contracts

you listed pertaining to the potential acquisition.

Please give me a call back at your earliest convenience.

- [phone beeps] - Shit!

[panicked breathing]

[fast-paced music]

[music stops]

- Mr. Bullshit, you can call my wife.

Ask if Naveed ever gives up.

[phone buzzing]

VOICE: Call from Zenithon Logistics.

- Oh, fuck...

- [suspenseful music] - [phone buzzing]

ERIC: Yo, what's goin' on? Are we good? Let's go.

It's cold, man. What are we doin'?

- Yeah, yeah. - Fuck off to you!

- Can we go? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- These pricks offer me the elevator, I say,

"Put in your asshole! Take to top floor!"

- Did they give us the elevator?

- No.

- Guys, stair carry, stair carry. Let's get it.

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- I'm not ready to go.

- Yeah, you haven't packed anything.

- 13 years ago, I open this driving school--

- Naveed, Naveed, sorry, sorry, brother, we gotta get packing.

- Yes, yes, sorry, sorry.

It's just 13 years ago, I come to Canada as a Persian teenager.

I want to learn how to drive.

- [phone buzzing] - VOICE: Call from Trisha Mobile.

[suspenseful music]

- Naveed, Naveed, no time for talking.

- They increase the rent, I cannot eat!

- Can you handle this shit? I got a quick phone call.

- No, no, stop talking, bro. - You got this, you got this.

- Everett, Everett, it's not time for that!

EVERETT: Shazam Movers, Everett speaking.

- Guys, let's move quick, let's move quick.

TRISHA: [phone] Shazam Movers, Everett speaking.

- Trisha, come on, what's up? I'm at work.

TRISHA: Thought I'd say happy birthday!

- Oh!

TRISHA: Did you expect a call about something else?

- What? No, no, no, no, no. Thank you, thank you.

TRISHA: Okay, 'cause I also wanted to see if D reached out.

- D reached out? D? No, who's D?

TRISHA: Deez nuts, fucker!

- Okay, Trisha, come on.

TRISHA: Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry.

I just had coffee, I'm really hyper,

but I'm excited 'cause Bofa got approved.

- Bofa? What's Bofa?

TRISHA: Bofa deez nuts, fucker!

- Okay.

Come on, Trisha, I got serious shit goin' on.

TRISHA: Okay, okay, okay, I'm done.

Just calling to let you know that I'm sending over

the contract.

- Okay.

TRISHA: Oh... unless you already have the contract?

Unless you forged my signature and went behind my back

with my fake approval?

- [sighs] Fucking Carla, man.

She must have jumped the gun when you told me

about the contract you were giving us.

TRISHA: Nobody said it was yours, bro!

- That's what I'm saying! Carla fucked you.

- You fucked you. - I didn't fuck anybody!

TRISHA: Fuck you, and you better believe that

I'm Team Trini now, so fuck you.

- Trisha, I said it was Carla-- - [Trisha hangs up]

- Pssht!

[phone ringing]

EVERETT: She knows you forged her signature!

- We forged her signature!

- Hey, don't be sayin' that shit all willy-nilly.

You clicked it! - What did she say?

- Eh, I'm honestly more concerned with what Zenithon

has to say about this shit.

CARLA: Oh, shit, they just emailed.

[phone buzzes]

-"Shazam Movers Acquisition."

I can't even read it. We're fucked!

- Or... it could be a counter-offer.

- A counter-offer? Yeah, "Hey, Shazam.

"Heh, nice try forging a signature to steal $1 million.

"We'll just ignore that and offer you 20 bucks."

This company's a piece of shit. You're a piece of shit!

I'm a piece of shit!

This whole thing is a piece of shit!

- Okay, hey, maybe we just explain our situation.

Maybe they'll understand.

Fuck!

- These are corporate cucks who don't care about

anything but themselves.

They don't give a shit about you or me or our shit situation.

- Alright, well, if it's all bad news,

maybe we should deal with this shit later, man. Fuck it.

[loud bang]

CARLA: Yeah.

How much longer are you thinkin'?

- Not too much. None of that surprise shit, though.

- Heh, if you think I'm thinking about your birthday right now,

you're fucking on one!

[phone slams down]

[exhales]

- Okay.

EVERETT: Everything good?

- Yes, yes. Almost done, boss.

- [projector screen crashes] - Oh, shit!

This view, I'm going to miss.

- So you started the school all by yourself, huh?

- [sighs] Yes. - [sad music]

- 13 years ago, I come to Canada--

- Yeah, I got that part, I got that part.

- These people spit on history.

The blood, the sweat, the tears.

They feed off us [inaudible].

I take pride in what I built on this journey.

Remember the sacrifice I make and the elders before us make

so we can live a better life in this country.

Even if it's a small bullshit company I have,

it's all about the journey.

- That's right, man. I can relate to that, for real.

- Thank you.

May I ask you something?

- For sure, man.

- You feeling comfy? - [sad music stops]

- Maybe... you buy back the chairs?

- Oh, this? No, no, no.

We sold this to you for a reason, bro.

- We don't need it, we're good. - This is $100 chair!

- A hundred for this piece of shit?

Fuck this shit. A hundred?

- It's strong, good chair!

- For this, a hundred? A hundred for this?

- No way, man, no way. - It's a $300 chair.

- This is a piece of shit!

- [camera flashes] - SECURITY: Smile...

- [chair rolling] - Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa! Hey, hey! Picture time!

- I refuse! - You refuse?

What's up, Bruce? Say cheese for me, Naveed.

- [camera flashes] - Thank you!

- Fuck to your cheese! - Oh, wow, big words!

- Brother, brother, it's okay. - He's fuckin' push, push, push.

One day, little guy, he going to fuck dick you back!

- You're gonna fuck my dick? Wow.

- Come and have a seat! They can't make us leave.

Right, guys?

- Naveed, we're trying to leave, brother.

Come on, man. - Okay.

- You're doin' a lot, bro. - Requesting backup.

I have some noncompliant individuals

that won't vacate the premises. - Shit.

- Yeah, it's, uh, it's Naveed and Shazam Office Moving.

- Fuck your back! Fuck to your back!

- Brother, that's enough, that's enough, that's enough, brother.

Let's go. Okay, it's okay. It's okay. We're good.

We're good. Don't worry about it.

- No one fucks this dick.

["Crabbuckit" by k-os playing]

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[Carla sighs]

? It's high now ?

? So low it's high ?

? Like this, check it out yo ?

? Took a trip on a bus that I didn't know ?

? Met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco ?

? Said truth comes back when you let it go ?

? Seems complicated 'cause it's really so simple ?

? Walkin' down Yonge Street on a Friday ?

? Can't follow them, gotta do it my way ?

? No fast lane, still on a highway... ?

[song playing on radio]

? No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up ?

? No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up... ?

- Country Style comin' up, Ricky, you want?

[Ricky snoring]

- Guy's out. - [snoring continues]

? No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up ?

? No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up... ?

- Everett, we missed Country 'Tyle!

- No, I asked you.

- What you mean you asked me, man?

- Bro, I asked you and you didn't answer.

- When I'm sleeping, when I'm vulnerable,

that's when you wanna ask me? Okay.

- I said, "Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, wake up,

"Country Style, you want?" - Okay...

- Why are you sleeping in the first place?

You gotta do more work. - Okay, Everett.

? Check out the crabs in the bucket ?

? No time to get down 'cause I'm movin' up ?

? No time to get down 'cause I'm movin' up... ?

- Surprise! Heh.

[all clapping]

- What'd I tell you guys, man? Thank you, thank you.

- Happy... 13th birthday!

- That's sick. - Woo!

- It's great to be a kid again.

Alright, thank you, guys. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- That surprise, okay? I'm gonna say it.

- Alright, alright, cool, that's cool.

Alright, alright, alright. That's enough, Ricky.

Let's get to it.

- Alright, let's open this shit up.

If I'm going to jail, I'd like to know now.

- Yup. [sighs]

Phew.

- To prison. - To prison.

- Ah!

- Alright, let's read this.

13,000?

- Racism!

REGGIE: Bwoy!

Food 'dere.

- Reggie, what the fuck?

- Sorry mi late.

- You were supposed to go around!

- Oh...

Wah gwan, Ev?

- Wah gwan with you guys? What are you guys doin'?

What's this?

- [quietly] In here! - What? Alright.

- Okay...

ALL: Surprise!

[salsa music playing]

- What'd I tell you guys, man?

Alright, Ricky, Ricky. Ricky, Ricky, Ricky!

- Alright, people, good food tek long fi mek.

- Most on time you've ever been, man.

- Yuh bredda order dis last week.

- Oh. Oh, cake! Oh, man.

ALL: ? Happy Birthday-- ?

EVERETT: Alright, guys, guys, guys...

- [singing stops] - [blows candle out]

- Brother. For your birthday,

don't worry about the rent.

- What do you mean?

- Yo, cuz, hol' dis.

- What's this?

Why is it warm?

What is that?

Hol-lee...

[all exclaiming]

- This is sick stuff. This is sick.

- That's alright, eh?

- Wow! - This is sick stuff.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fuck de ol' drips, ya?

- Respect, cuz.

- Yeah, y'know, more life, cuz, y'know what I mean?

Happy G day. - Yeah, man.

Happy earthstrong, y'know what I mean?

Happy glo day, y'know what I mean?

Happy 365, broski. - Respect, man.

- To the moon and back, broski, y'know what I mean?

Money blessings, y'know what I mean?

All o' dat jazz. You get me? Y'know what I mean?

More tings, more money, more all o' dat.

Y'know what I mean? More [indistinct].

Happy solar travel ting, y'know what I mean?

Hey, broski, you know what it is.

- Yeah. - Till the day I die.

I got you! - Alright, bro, yeah.

- Any of these guys give you problems, you know I got you.

That's why [indistinct] with that, y'know what I mean?

- You've been giving us the most problems, though, bro, so...

- Bro, oh, my bad, broski, my bad about the--

y'know what I mean, the wall and of dat,

and the table and the VR, smokin' in the crib.

Bredda, you know it's love!

Yeah, huh? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- ALL: Yeah. - [clapping and cheering]

ALL: Yeah! Yes, yes!

ALL: Speech, speech, speech, speech, speech!

EVERETT: Alright, alright, alright.

Um...

I gotta go.

- What? - What?

- Yeah, I gotta go home and shit.

I got some shit to deal with, me and Carla.

- [loud hip-hop music] - [laughter and screaming]

RICKY: Boss, you know, in this time working here,

you my co-worker, my boss.

But, man...

you are like my brother now.

- Hmm!

- You know, I appreciating you, man!

You know, you guys know how I used to, uh,

getting school every day? - No.

- I used to having, um, a bicycle.

- Say what?

- No wheels in the front...

no wheels in the back.

Just like dat.

And in the... in the concrete, sliding, sliding...

And when I working here--

- Ah-ah, Ricky...

What are you talkin' about?

CLOUDY: The man's sayin'...

Everett puts food on de table for all these youths.

Everett's the big dog a' dis table.

Whether you realize that or not.

[indistinct]

Mm-hm! - Mm-hm.

- Even dis place is shit.

So what?

Mans reach here and break bread every single day.

It's home for mans.

- Yup!

- That's what you're sayin', right?

- Yeah... Yeah.

MIKE: Hmm, fuck yeah.

Dude, I fuck with you guys honestly more than my own kids.

Low-key. - Damn, Mike.

- Imma be real with you guys, man.

I was plannin' on sellin' this bitch an' everybody in it, man.

- Ah-ah... - But it wasn't in my heart.

- You were about to sell us?

- Oh! - Boss!

- What da fuck? - I said my heart wasn't in it.

- Ahh, this guy's movin' sneaky.

- How I movin' sneaky? I was just weighin' my options.

- Zenithon didn't offer that much, anyway.

- What would you sell us for? - At least a million.

- [indistinct] - But that wasn't the offer.

CARLA: Well, no... 13,000.

HASSAN: Ahh.

- It was a million with the contract we thought we had.

- We thought we had a million-dollar contract?

- Are you serious?

- Guys, this is all hypothetical shit.

I'm just sayin' all this shit you're praisin'

is worth $13,000.

- [someone sighs] - [someone sucks teeth]

- Man, let's reply to that email, Carla, fuck it.

MARCUS: Ah-ah.

EVERETT: I've got some thoughts, man.

MICHAEL: Okay, okay.

- Dear bitch-ass Zenithon Logistics fucks...

- ALL: Yeah! - [applause]

ERIC: Okay...! Okay!

- Shazam isn't yours to buy.

ALL: No, sir!

RICARDO: That's our boss. Boss!

- Add some. - Uh... [clears throat]

You can shove that email up your ass.

ALL: Up your ass! [cheering]

[all yelling]

- Up your fuckin' ass! Hey--

"You niggas think it's a game?"

ALL: Yeah!

[cheering]

- Let's... let's go with "bitches."

ALL: Yeah!

MIKE: Misogyny!

- When you're ready to step your bitch-ass beans up,

send that email... - [phone buzzing]

- And we can really talk.

- And that is how you stand on business!

ALL: Yeah! [cheering]

- Alright, get down, get down, get down.

Alright, tuck that in the Drafts

and we'll tone it down on Monday.

- Um... I, um... I sent it...

when you said, "Send that email."

- What the fuck, Carla?!

VOICE: Police, freeze!

Oh, chill.

Happy birthday, loser. Here's your contract.

- What? - It is what it is.

I get why you guys fucked me over.

You hand that to Zenithon, you get paid,

I get pros on the job, I get paid, everybody's happy.

[phone notification pings]

EVERETT: [echoey voice] Dear bitch-ass

Zenithon Logistics boss...

- What the fuck did I just read?

ERIC: Oh, shit...

- We kinda just called Zenithon a bunch of bitches.

- Why would you send this?

- Carla sent it.

- Well, this all could have been avoided

if you didn't take so long to reply!

- No one told you to forge my signature!

- Bro, it's a million. A mill's a mill.

What's the problem? - Well, divided by 15 years.

- Okay... - 66,000...

- You don't need to do that. - Divided by 12 months...

- Put that away. That's okay.

- Five and a half. Yeah, it's okay.

Divided by 30 days.

- Not even two bills a day. - So what?

You can't spell "a million" without a couple Ls.

- How come you didn't give this to Trini-T?

- They passed. - What?

- They weren't down for the bitch work

and I needed someone to sign off.

- You forged my signature?

- Maybe!

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["Let's Ride" by Choclair]

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