One Moment Please... (2014) - full transcript

Today is a new day.

I release all things
from yesterday.

I release what
I ate, didn't eat,

and trust in the fact
that today is a new day.

I have control over pizza.

I have more power
than French fries.

I am all knowing, all trusting

that chocolate has
no power over me.

Chocolate has no
flipping power over me.

Today is a new-

Chocolate has
no power over me.



Fuck.

I am all knowing, all trusting.

Today is a new day.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus.

Today is a new day.

Chocolate has no power over me.

So,
all you need for today

is your "can do" attitude, your
willingness to feel that burn,

and your
"burn that horrible arm
fat" Lola rubber band,

and of course, as always, your
Lovely Lola Affirmations MP3s.

Okay, you super
rockin' body babes.

Let's kick some serious ass,



and ease our way down so
we can start our tummy blasters.

Count with me now, here we go.

And one, and down, and
two, and down, and three.

Good, feel the burn.

And four, and down, and five,
you love it, down, and six.

Don't forget to breathe.

And exhale.

And inhale.

Twenty-nine, let
me see that smile.

And up.

Twenty-eight, and down.

Twenty-seven.

Jesus.

Pulse up, suck,
suck, suck, suck.

And release.

And you're done with
your tummy blasters.

Please, don't do this.

Leon, he's your son.

He did this, Angela.

He made up his mind.

He did this.

This is his choice.

Get out.

One man.

Two choices.

Three people.

Four.

Forgetting who I am.

Yeah.

Shouldn't you be leaving?

Uh, yeah.

You know what
you're doing, right?

New, or not, I don't
fuck around.

Got it?

Can you believe Leon asking
me if he can come back home?

Come back home! I don't know
where the hell my damn son is,

and he wants to know if
he can come back home!

Hey, are you calling from work?
You know better than to call
from work when you're upset.

Call mom.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, shoot. I gotta go.

It's been two weeks.

You think I should
file a police report?

Yes, file a police report.

Can I have your location please?

Anyone there? Hello?

Yes, hello, can I have
your location please?

Where I am?

Uh, yes, ma'am,
where are you, please?

Three, one, two, two,
Carolwood Lane.

Okay.

Carolwood Lane,
the Mercy Building.
One moment, please.

Okay. You are all set.

Uh, please just remain calm.
Do not attempt to open the
doors, press the alarms.

Our technicians
will be there shortly.

Can I have your
location please?

Um, hi.

It seems like this elevator's
not working. It won't move.

Okay.

Can I have your exact
location, please?

Sure, um, ninth floor in the
Bank of the Nation building.

Thank you.
One moment, please.

Alrighty, you are all set.

Please don't activate the
alarms, open any doors.

Our technicians
will be there shortly.

Please, God, let
them be in my car.

What?

Please, not now!

What?

It's just not my day.

What, is it not working
now? I was just in it.

I don't know, man, I think
it was just on this floor.

Gotta get to the garage.
I need my files.

What the fuck?

Not moving.

OMG, they've been
working on this thing forever.

I'm about to be late for work,
this just ain't my day.

-This is so not happening.
-It's happening.

I'm so screwed!

Today is a new day.

I have control over gluten.

I have control over gluten.

Today is a new day.

I have control over gluten.

I release all things
from yesterday.

I release what I ate, didn't
eat, and trust in the fact
that today is a new day.

I have control over gluten.

I have more power than sugar,

and I am knowing and all
trusting that carbs have

no power over me.

All is well in my world.

All is well in my world.

Okay.

Welcome to Day Four.

You've almost made it
through another week.

Congratulations,
all you super doers,

super take charge of your
lifer's, super fighters, super
kick ass, rockin' body babes.

Today's focus is thighs
and b- b- b- b- buns.

So, all you need for today
is your "can do" attitude,

your willingness
to feel that burn,

and, of course,
as always, your Lovely
Lola Affirmation MP3s.

Okay, you kick ass,
rockin' body babes,
let's ease our way down,

so we can kick
some serious ass
on our thigh blasters.

Here we go, and two,
and three, feel the burn,
four, five, and six,

and seven, and eight,
and nine, and ten.

-Lengthen, make our way up.

Yes, here we go, let's
get these thighs and
buns going, and up-

Can I have your
location, please?

Um, yeah, I am stuck
in an elevator.

Okay, can I have
your location, please?

I'm at the corner
of Pine and Woodward.

Thank you.
One moment, please.

I'm sorry. Can I have your
exact location, please?

I said I'm stuck in an
elevator at the corner
of Pine and Woodward.

There is no fucking
exact location.

Excuse me?

Bitch, there is no
fucking location.

In order to assist you, um,
you need to, adjust your tone,

and tell me your exact
location, please.

Adjust my tone? I'm stuck
in a fucking elevator!

One moment, please.

Oh, hell, no.

He thinks I'm playing?

That's right, you better run.

You better watch your back.

Watch your back.

Oh, thank God that
vegan place is so close.

It's on Sunset, right?
'Cause I prefer the one
in Santa Monica.

I am so hungry.
I am, like, starving.

Ugh, I hope they have
a gluten-free option.

Oh, just wait! Wait!

Damn elevator.

Anyway, um, so, Colby,
I will be there in, like, ten.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, that's great,
my battery's dead,
that's just what I need.

It's the flippin' longest
day in the world.

I'll be okay.

I'll be fine.

All is well in my world.

All is well in my world.

What the hell?

Hello?

Anybody there?

-Hello!
-There ain't anybody there, man.

Somebody'll come soon.

It's nine-twenty, I-

It's nine-thirty.

My review is now.

This cannot be happening.

OMG.

OMG?

Why you talkin' like that? You
some kinda fag or something?

Oh, hell, no.

I ain't about to get trapped
up here with some- fuck.

This just ain't my day.

Mother fucker!
What the fuck is happening?
What the fuck is happening?

The fuck?

Ma'am, please don't worry.

We'll be alright.

Stay away from me!

Are you really a faggot?

You really a nigger?

Fuck, are you- listen
to this, mother fucker,
never, never, ever- look at-

See there's a camera in here?

Now what did you say, huh?

Just asked you a question
in the same derogatory
manner you asked me yours.

Well, you better
watch your mouth.

Best watch yours.

What, you lookin' for a ass
whoopin'? Is that what
turns you faggots on?

You call me a faggot again,
and I swear to God,
I will call you a-

That don't make no damn sense.

They're both extremely
derogatory terms that our people
have worked so hard to overcome.

Oh, what do you
mean, "our people"?

Right, right, yeah,
you chose to be black
just like I chose to be gay.

You ain't got nothin'
in common with my people,
you big sinnin' ass people.

Your people have never been
spat on, hung, or murdered.

No, your people have
nothing whatsoever
in common with my people!

Well, ain't this some
crazy white boy shit?

I know what the Bible says.

You people goin'
straight to hell.

- Seven,
last five. Five, suck it in.

Can I have
your location, please?

Oh, oh yes. Uh, sorry.

Bridge Street.

Five, one, five,
one Bridge Street.

Uh, what street was that?

Bridge Street.

Breesh Street?

Five, one, five,
one Bridge Street.

Uh, um, can you repeat
that? Your accent, I-
I don't understand.

Bridge Street.

One moment, please.

So, that's fifty-one,
fifty-one Breesh Street.

I- I- I'm sorry, that's not
showing up on my system.

Bridge Street.

Breesh Street?

Bridge Street.

Breesh Street?

Bridge Street.

Breesh Street?

Oh my God, Bridge Street.

Alright? As in London
fucking Bridge.

B- R-I-D- G- E.

Okay? We are stuck in an-
in an elevator at fifty-one,
fifty-one Bridge Street.

Okay? Help us!

One moment, please.

Okay, that's fifty-one,
fifty-one Bridge Street.

Please don't attempt to open
the doors, press any buttons.

Our technicians
will be there shortly.

Okay, shortly,
when is that exactly?

Um, just a few minutes.

Please relax, ma'am.

Bitch, how am I supposed
to relax when I'm stuck
in a elevator with a-

Stuck in an elevator
with a... ma'am?

Ma'am? I believe
you are saying?

Hey.

Is there a problem?

Uh, no, Gunther, I'm
simply doing my job.

I've been listening to your last
few calls, and I feel really
bad for these people, Trina.

Quite frankly, you
sound like a bitch.

Is there a problem, Trina?

I'm simply doing
my job, Gunther.

Does the fact that
you get to work from
the comfort of your home

not mean anything
to you anymore?

Do you wanna come back
into the office, Trina?

No.

I suggest you watch
your tone, then.

Okay, sorry. Didn't- didn't
mean to have a tone.

Why do you people take
things so personally?

This is your job.

When people get upset

and take it out on you, is it
or is it not your responsibility

to do your job to the
best of your ability?

Yes. Of course, yes.

You need to have some
compassion. You need
to sound like you care.

You need to be there
for them. You need to
save them. That is your job.

How many times do
I need to tell you this?

I- I just don't think
it's right that we
get talked down to.

Oh, you don't think it's right
that you get talked down to?

Maybe you should take
it up with HR then.

Perhaps they wanna hear
what you have to say about
being talked down to.

Or, they have other people
who would appreciate this
job in this dismal economy.

Do you want a new job, Trina?

No.

Then do your job!

Your job is to be
there for them.

To save them.

-Your job is to care.
-I do care.

Gotta go, Gunther.

Is that really what you think?

That I'm going to hell?

Those smell good.

Don't speak to me.

I just don't understand how
somebody with your background
could be such a bigot.

-It just doesn't make
any sense to me.
-Boy, you better stop.

You're destroying
those beautiful roses.

You take 'em then! Damn it!

Yes.
Mm, feels so good.

And, exhale.

You know, back home
when I was a boy,

I used to eat a lot of oranges.

Those oranges back home
were the size of your head.

Yeah.

I used to sell them
on the train to town.

Every summer on Saturdays.

Yeah.

They were so sweet.

Very sweet.

Your, um, your accent,

it, uh, it sounds familiar.

I feel like I've
heard it before.

Uh, are you from Jamaica?

Oh.

-What, did I-
-Ai-yi.

You Americans are so funny.

Ai. Yeah.

Okay, well, then
where are you from?

I'm from Jamaica.

Yeah, man.

Jamaica, man.

Kingston Jamaica, yeah.

Really though?
All joking aside,

I am from South Africa.

Oh.

You been there?

I was born there.

Oh.

But, the way you speak.

You sound American.

Very American, eh?

Yeah.

Where are these people, anyway?

Hello?

Hello?

Reach, reach, reach,
reach, reach. Ah.

And release.

Can I have your
location please?

Yeah, we're still stuck
in an elevator at fifty-one,
fifty-one Bridge Street.

It's only been ten minutes.
Someone will be there shortly.

Okay, yeah, but we really need
to get out, so can you please-

Please relax, ma'am.
They'll be there soon.

See that?

We are from the same
country, but you,
she could understand.

I'm sorry, man,
but I'm a Christian,

and I don't wanna hear
about your boyfriend
and all this gay shit. Damn.

You don't understand.

I can't be hearing
about- no, it's my-

Just not the day, okay?

Damn.

It's just not my day, Lord.

As God is my witness,

I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me.

Can I have
your location, please?

Um, yeah.

I'm still stuck, and I'm
having problems breathing.

Okay, ma'am, I can
send emergency.

Can I have your
location, please?

I'm at the Mercy Building.

Three, one, two,
two, Carolwood Lane.

Oh, my God.
You're still there?

One moment, please.

This is dispatch at five,
zero, four, two, six.

We still have a woman trapped
at the Mercy Building location.

She has been there
for some time and is
having trouble breathing.

Please send
emergency right away.

Ma'am?

Ma'am, I- I'm so
sorry about this.

Please remain calm, stay
seated, don't try to open the
doors or activate the alarms.

Emergency will
be there shortly.

Okay.

Okay, please hurry.

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Hello?

Hello, Trina.

You been working on your tone?

Uh, excuse me. Gunther,
I have a- a woman stuck
at the Mercy Building,

and she's having
problems breathing.

Did you follow call
center procedure?

Yes, of course.

What do you want from me, then?

Um, I don't know.

Send our men to her right away
so the EMTs can get to her?

You're sounding hostile again.

I'm still not impressed
with your tone.

What's the problem, Trina?

There's no problem, Gunther.

I am just concerned
about this woman.

Just because you're
fat and all alone

doesn't mean you have the
right to take it out on these
poor, trapped people, or on me.

I'm joking.

Hilarious.

No, no, no.

Trina, you're a very
special dispatch agent.

That is why you get
to work from home.
You have seniority.

Not all dispatch agents
get to work from home.

I know that. That's not wha-

If you know that, then you
have to watch your tone.

Otherwise, do you
want a new job, Trina?

No.

I mean, let's face it.

A fat, lonely woman with
a high school education.

What else could you possibly do?

Hilarious.

Jokes, Trina, jokes.

I love this joking with you.
So much fun! Right? So much
fun we're having together.

Right?

Right.

I cannot be late to my
meditation class tonight, Colby.

I am so sorry, but you
know how much it helps
centers me, and, you know,

connects me to
a universal source,
which I so need right now

because this internship
is like, so not what I'm
supposed to be doing.

I never knew that
the Reiki experience
could be that intense.

Like, OMG, I just, I'm so
more aligned with my true
path than, like, ever before.

...has no clue about the
deeper meaning of life.

I mean, she's just
so disconnected,
totally ungrounded.

I just, I find it hard to
believe that anyone could
be that, like, oblivious

to the obvious universal truth.

Yeah, connection.
You know? I'm like, I don't
know what to think about that.

All is well
in my world.

It's funny.

You know?

I know it isn't
funny "ha-ha," but

funny that this isn't the first
time that I've received roses
meant for somebody else.

Charlene gave 'em to me.

Gave 'em back to me.

I picked her up
for senior prom.

I was so excited I got
to borrow my mom's car.

My parents were so confused.

I told them everything.

'Bout the rumor.

How it was true.

That's the last time
I ever saw my parents.

And the last time I received
roses meant for somebody else.

Until today.

The roses part, I mean.

I always liked roses too.

Favorite flower, actually.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me!

Come on, don't you have
a special lady in your life?

Come on.

Play.

It'll help kill the time.

She loves me.

Hm.

She loves me not.

She loves me.

She loves me not.

He did this, Angela.

He made up his mind.

He did this.

This is his choice.

Oh Lord.

Mom.

Please look at me.

Mom.

I'm so sorry.

You can leave now.

Get out.

I'll just be in the bedroom
if you need anything.

Bedroom? I said get out.

Get outta my house.

-Angela, look, I know-
-Get out!

You alright?

Of course.

Did I ever tell you the story
about my first year in college?

I'm sorry, Gunther,
but I'm not really in the
mood to hear one of your-

Fine, alright, geez.

Yeah.

You gotta tell me, though,

why didn't you go to college?

You're not very smart,
right?

Hilarious.

Um, no, seriously, though.
Tell me. Wh- why- why
didn't you go to college?

I didn't qualify for financial
aid, and I couldn't afford it.

I've told you this
many times, Gunther.

What do you think is going to
happen when foreigners are the
only ones who are rich enough

to go to our top universities,
Trina? Hm? What happens then?

You realize that
is what's happening.

What's going to
happen then, Trina?

I- I don't know.
Why are you asking
me? Why are you-

Maybe then everyone
will be just like you.

Working in a call
center, from home,

fat and alone,
on their computers,

on social sites all day,
liking pictures and shit.

Just like you.

You're America's future, Trina.

It's hilarious.

Oh, I love this joking
with you, Trina.

Lesson for Day Five.

You are here for a reason.

The reason is not your job.

The reason is not to eat.

God didn't put you here to gain
weight, to turn to blubber,

to be an obese, fat pig
or a victim that gets attacked.

You are here for a reason.

Repeat after me.

I am here for a reason.

I am here for a reason.

Food is not the reason.

Food is not the reason.

You are not a victim.

I am not a victim.

I am a fighter, a survivor.

I am here for a reason.

I'm a fighter, a survivor.
I'm here for a reason.

All is well in my world.

All is well in my world.

Make sure to repeat this
chant throughout the day.

Remember, you are
here for a reason.

Where these people at, anyway?

I know, right?

I already missed my meeting.

I think that they were gonna
make me full time today too.

We could really use the money.

My boyfriend and I

have... Yeah, well, anyway,
I- I could really use the money.

Where were you going
with these roses, anyway?

Apologize to my wife, Angela,
for a fight we had weeks ago.

She still won't let
me come home.

Women.

Sorry.

Fights suck.

My boyfriend and I are...

You said Angela?

I know an Angela that
works on the twelfth floor.

Yeah, Angela works on the
twelfth floor at that medi-

I totally know her.

She's my boyfriend's
mother, she's Bernard's m-

You claim to be South
African, but you don't
recognize my accent.

How can you not know?

I'm sure you must have heard
black South Africans speak.

Right?

Right?

Okay, my mother and I left
when I was ten years old.

Okay? We didn't have
a choice. We had to go.

Okay?

No choice? Impossible.

You people always have a choice.

You know, a few years after
Mandela became president,

things in my neighborhood
began to change.

And not for the better,
okay? For worse.

You see, my father's bottle
shop was getting burglarized
almost every single night,

and the police oftentimes
wouldn't even show up for hours

because these new
policemen were black.

You see?

So, you're the piece
of shit father that stopped
payments on his tuition?

You know he might
not graduate?

Do you know what he's
been doing for money?

Angela can't make
the tuition on her own.

Do you- do you have any fucking
idea what this is doing to him?
He's completely given up.

He's lost, he-

He won't even talk to me.

Of course Angela won't
take you back, won't
take those fucking roses.

She's worried sick about him.

I'm worried sick! He's
completely torn up about this.

I can't-

I can't! Fuck!

We'd just returned from my
ten year birthday celebration

when the neighbors came to the
gate and told my parents that
the robbers were at it again.

My dad, just being so fed up
and angry, he grabbed his-

his gun, and our dog, Lex,
and he sped off in the car.

Before my mother and
I even knew what had
happened, it- just- it,

it happened so fast.

So fast, it- My mother
and I didn't know what to do,

so she told me to go into
my room and stay there.

So, I went in my room,
and I took off my brand
new, pink birthday dress.

And I put on my pajamas,
and I brushed my teeth,

and I peered out
through my bedroom door,

and as I watched my
mother call for the police...

Just nothing.

I watched as she tried
to fix the phone.

Again nothing.

It must have been after
midnight when the police
finally came to our gate.

And I ran to the window
and watched as my mother
talked to the policeman.

I, I saw her scream
before I actually heard it.

Her entire body just froze.

It felt like a year before I
finally heard her say "No, no."

"Oh, my God, no."

Daddy!

Daddy.

I too lost my father.

At the age of ten.

Special Branch.

I'm so sorry.

It's alright.

- Seven, and six.
- I'm here for a reason.

Smile it out, four,
and three, and two.

I'm a fighter.

-One. And breathe.
-Fighter.

Here we go. Get going.

-Fighter.
- Let's get those buns
going. And up.

Good. Feel it up.
Squeeze that butt.

Bathing suit butt.

Lift it up.

Suck it in.

And ten, eleven.

Good. Add the head.

And go.

And up.

And up.

Good. Squeeze.

And squeeze.

And pulse.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two, one.

Good, let's pulse
it up to the side.

Get that piriformis
going. And up.

All of those little sags
we hate out of the sides
of our jeans, pulse it.

And pulse it.

And pulse, hold it up.

Now, up, up from
your high spot.

Squeeze. Feel the burn.

Yes, you love it!
Ten more times.

-Eight, seven, six,
four, three, two, one.

And, stretch those buns.

-And release.
- Hello?

Alright, so where was I? Right.

Who needs an education anyways?

We Americans
are great Olympians.

Hey, maybe, maybe if you get
fired, you can be an Olympian.

Uh, what's your, what's
your favorite sport, Trina?

I don't have a favorite
sport, Gunther.

Trina.

Gymnastics.

I- I like gymnastics.

Hm.

Yeah.

Gymnastics.

But what's the one
with, uh, that?

- Th- that'd be-
that could work.

Can I have your
location, please?

Anybody there? Hello?

Hello? Anybody there?

Fuck it.

Hello?

Hello? Anybody there?

Hello?

Trina.

Why do you people take things
so personally? Maybe if you get
fired, you can be an Olympian.

Oh, yes.

Oh. Oh. Mm.

Oh shit.

All is well in my world.

I am so worried about Bernard.

Look, Angela, don't you think
the two of you should maybe
work together to find him?

You know, sometimes
I don't even know
why I bother to call you.

Work with Leon?

He's the reason we're
in this situation in the
first damn place!

You know what? Maybe if
you weren't such a shut-in,

and you actually came
out of your apartment,

maybe you could just be useful
and actually help me! Shit!

All is well in my world.

All is well in my world.

Exhale. Drop. Breathe.

You are not a victim.

And down.

And exhale.

And down. Good,
that's- we got forty.

You're almost there.

Now thirty-nine.

And down.

Thirty-eight.

And down.
Oh God, oh yes.

I know this is hard.

Ow!

But you can do it, you
kick ass, rockin' body babe.

Can I have your
location, please?

Hello?

-Mm, feels so good.
-Damn.

Where did you go?
You missed another call.

- Ah. Exhale.
-Yeah, I- I'm sorry.

Sorry about that.

It's alright, just don't
let it happen again.

-And open up.
-Okay.

Ah.

What is that?

-Are you watching porn?
-Yeah.

Oh God. No. No.

This is not porn.

Ah!

Whatever. Um,
just wanted to let you know
that everything went well

with the Mercy Building
lady, and that we're
waiting on dispatch

for the, uh, the- the
Bridge Street order.

Okay. Thanks.

Did I ever, um, tell you
the story about my days
as a long-distance runner?

I- I'm sorry, Gunther,
I'm not really in the mood
to hear one of your stories.

Fine, fine.

What do you got going
on this weekend? D- do
you ever go anywhere?

I don't know. Nothing.
W- why are you asking?

Don't you think it's sad? Huh?

You have nothin'
going on in your life.

Just this job.

And your television.

Watching.

Watching whatever
it is you're watching.

It's not porn.

Geez, Louise. I'm kidding.

Hilarious.

Did you need anything else?

Best watch your tone, Trina.

Hello?

Come on. Hello?

Oh, my God.

Hello?

Hello!

You bitch!

Do you want
a new job, Trina?

Maybe if you weren't
such a shut in, and you actually
came out of your apartment...

- Bitch!
-And up.

You're not very smart, right?
Just because you're fat and all alone...

I know these bands
are tight. They're tight.

- Hello? Somebody
please help! Hello?
- So tight.

Amazing.

A fat, grown woman?
What else could you possibly do?
Best watch your tone, Trina.

- Kick ass
arms. Pull. Pulse it. Pull.
- Somebody please help!

Hit that wall and squeeze it up.

And up. Last twenty.

Twenty, come on,
feel it. Nineteen.

You missed
another call.

Eighteen,
oh, amazing. Yes!

You have nothing going on in your life.
Just this job.

I don't even know
why I bother to call you.

- You're not very smart.
- - You bitch!

Fat and alone.

Help us!

Yes, two,
and one. Good. And breathe.

And pulse.

And down.

And exhale.

And down. Good,
that's- we got forty.

Almost there. Now thirty-nine.

And thirty-eight.

And release.

Ease your way down. Oh.

Mm. Ah. Mm.

Yes.

Ah, yes.

Mm, feels so good.

Mm. Mm. Ah! Ah.

Oh.

Ah.

Ah, yes.

Mm, so good.

Ah.

Ah!

Yes.

Oh! And five,
and suck, and suck.

Lesson for Day Five.

- You are here for a reason.

The reason is not your job.

The reason is not to eat.

God didn't put you here to gain
weight, to turn to blubber,

to be an obese, fat pig or
a victim that gets attacked.

Make sure to repeat this
chant throughout the day.

Remember, you are
here for a reason.

What did I tell you about
handling your business?

Okay.

Okay, then.

Are you sure?

Get out.

You're doing good. And six.

Feel that crease and your buns.

Bun-

What the fuck? Wh- what the fuck
do you want? What are you doing?

Oh shit! Oh, shit, I'm s- I'm
sorry! Sorry, I- I- I- I'm- I'm
having monitor problems.

I don't- I- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Yeah.

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Yes, ma'am, I can hear
you. Can I have your
location, please?

Uh, I- I- I don't know, um.

I'm next to the
restroom in the mall.

Okay, which mall?

On La Cienega.

Thank you, one moment, please.

Hi, this is dispatch at five,
zero, four, two, six.

I have a woman trapped
with a child in an elevator
at the Beverly Center.

Uh, she's by the restrooms,
doesn't know exactly where.

Uh, please make rounds.

Ten four.

Ma'am?

Uh, yeah, hello?

Hi, I have security in the
vicinity making rounds.

Someone should be there shortly.

Please be patient.

Oh, oh. Thank you.

How are you?

What do you want?

Did I ever tell you the story
about my long lost love?

Gunther, I'm not in the mood
to hear one of your stories.

I have a lady with a baby stuck.

-Just listen.
-Gunther! I'm not-

She was a- a very
sweet, sweet girl.

-Gunther!
-Oh, and beautiful,
just beautiful.

Uh, we met in college.

I was studying business, and,
uh, she was studying science.

She, uh, um, her dream was
to get into medical school.

Gunther, I'm sorry,
I'm not in the mood.

Do you want a new job, Trina?

From what Bernard has told me,
I guess you weren't always

a total piece of shit father.

Actually, you were great.

You were a great father.

Bernard once told me
that his fifth birthday was
the happiest day of his life.

You bought him his first bike.

Do you remember that day?

I remember.

I remember because
I never had a bike, and
I wanted him to have one.

I remember working overtime
to buy him that bike.

I wanted him to have
all the things I never had.

I wanted him to be somebody.

He could've been somebody.

Bernard is smart.

He's hardworking, had faith,
just like we raised him to be.

He could've been anything.

Me and Angela promised
ourselves we would
give him everything,

so he could become anything.

So his kids could b- become
anything, and their kids.

He went and chose
to become, become a...

I will never forgive him.

He's the one that broke up
the family and turned into
the worst kind of a sinner.

I don't know where I went wrong.

So, um, Mr. Whatever
Your Name Is,

thanks for the trip
down memory lane.

But that child
is no son of mine.

Father,

let me

be

who

I-

Fuck!

Whoa.

That's it. That's it. Oh.

Yeah.

Yeah. Fuck you.

Oh shit.

Oh.

Oh.

Hey dad.

Yeah?

Fuck you too.

Man, I loved you.

I fuckin' loved you, man.

It's cool, though. It's cool.

I don't need you, obviously.
Look at me now!

Look at me right fuckin' now!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit.

♪ Morena boloka ♪

♪ Setjhaba sa heso ♪

♪ O fedise dintwa ♪

♪ La matshwenyeh ♪

♪ O se boloke ♪

♪ O se boloke ♪

♪ Setjhaba sa ♪

♪ Heso ♪

♪ Setjhaba sa ♪

♪ Afrika ♪

Eh.

Mm.

Yeah, eh.

Mm.

Hm.

Uh, stuck in an
elevator, and you...?

Yeah, stuck in an elevator too.

Mm-hm.

I see you speak some Sotho.

Yeah, only, only,
only the basics, man.

-Yeah.
-Mm.

My parents, being
in the struggle,

thought it was important
that I knew as many African
languages as possible.

Silly, really.

No, not silly.

You're South African.

Yeah.

Mm.

Bretta, you're an African woman.

Why do you go to these places?

What places, Sipho?

Uh, every day, you're
speaking of, uh, meditating,

cleansing.

One day, you were even
talking of, uh, healings.

If cleansing is what you need,
if healing is what you want,

go home.

Visit your father's grave.

Pray to your ancestors.

You'll be cleansed.

You'll be healed.

Go home.

Home.

Home.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, yeah.

Um, we're supposed
to meet in front of the,
uh, library on campus.

Um, but I got tied up in
class with my professor.

Um, we're discussing my major.

I- I respected him, just
wanted to know his opinion.

Um, by the time I got to
the library, it was closed.

It had gotten very late,
it was dark, there
was no one around.

So, I'm heading
back to the dorms.

And I hear this rustling
in the bushes.

No, don't touch me! Get away!

Babe, it's me, it's
me, wha- oh, my God.

You're bleeding.
What happened?

Where were you? Don't touch
me! Where the fuck were you?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my Go-

I was supposed to be her first.

I wasn't.

Oh.

Well, wh- what happened
to her after that night?

Um, she- she- she dropped
out of college after that, and
broke off our engagement.

A year later, she called me.
She wanted to see me.

Um, I hardly recognized her.

I mean, the attack
completely changed her.

She became a shut-in.

She rarely left the
apartment, and she gained
a bunch of weight.

I mean, it looked like a
hundred pounds to me.

But I didn't care, though.

I really didn't. She
was still so beautiful.

She wanted to know where I
was, why I was so late, and,
um, why I didn't protect her.

She said it was my job to
protect her, and she...

I didn't know what
to say. I mean,

I didn't save her.

She's right, you know.

No. You had no way of knowing.

Did you tell her that?
That it wasn't your fault?

No.

I never saw her
again after that.

Well, not in person, anyways.

You gave up on her?
You were engaged.

I don't know, she just-
she just didn't want
anything to do with me.

Anything to do with that night.

I was just an awful reminder,
that's what she said.

An awful reminder.

Do you still love her?

Last I heard, she completely
changed her life.

I mean, complete transformation.

Lost all the weight,
um, became a fitness
guru, or some shit.

Her name was Lola.

Holy shit! I don't know
why I just told you all that.

Oh, my God.

Geez, Louise.

Hilarious.

What do you mean, she
became a fitness guru?

Last I heard, she,
she got some help,
lost all the weight, and I-

got some DVDs or something, now.

Apparently, everybody's doing
her- her- her, uh, workout.

I don't know.

Oh.

Um, you know what? Why don't
you- why don't you go ahead
and, uh, log off early today.

We- we've- we got
everything under control.
Just enjoy your weekend.

Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That- thanks for...

Yeah.

Oh, thanks.

Why are you so-? Okay.

Thank you.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Welcome to Day Five.

You made it through
another week.

Congratulations, all you super
doers, super fighters, super
kick ass, rockin' body babes.

Today's focus
are thighs and buns.

-So, let's ease our way down.
- - Thanks for calling twenty-four hour Pizza Palace,

One moment, please.

And get ready
to do some serious,
kick ass thigh blasters.

Thanks for holding.
May I take your order?

Yes, hi.

Hey, Trina.

Would you like your usual?
Large pepperoni, extra cheese,
side of garlic bread?

- You are here for a reason.
-Yes, thank you.

The reason is not your job.

The reason is not to eat.

God didn't put you here to gain
weight, to turn to blubber,

to be an obese fat pig,
or a victim that gets attacked.

You are here for a reason.

Repeat after me.
I am here for a reason.

God made us all
in his perfection.

God would never make a faggot.

That kind of shit,
humans made up.

But God made Bernard
in his perfection too.

He would never choose this.

Why, in- in the last year
of school, would he suddenly
choose to lose it all?

Well, somebody chose.

Yeah, the devil.

The devil's got a hold
of my son, Lord.

Please, let him be delivered.

You just gotta pray, son.

He just needs the Lord, is all.

Please, God.

My son done turned gay
and with a white boy.

Oh, Lord,

let him please be delivered.

♪ Mm-hm ♪

♪ Mm-hm ♪

♪ Mm-hm ♪

♪ Savior ♪

♪ My, my Savior ♪

♪ Won't you hear my humble cry ♪

♪ Lord, Lord, Lord ♪

♪ While the world
And others talking ♪

♪ Do not pass me by ♪

♪ Please don't pass me by ♪

Dad.

Bernard?

Son?

...number thirty
Broad Street 1022.

One floor to third floor.

Welcome to Day Five.

You made it through
another week.

Congratulations, all you super
doers, you super take charge
of your lifer's, super fighters,

super kick a-

Liar!

Oh Lola, let's see what
you have to say today.

Oh, I know. Today's a new day.

Mm.

Bullshit!

Her name was Lola.

God didn't put you
here to gain weight,
to turn to blubber,

to be an obese fat pig,
or a victim that gets attacked.

Became a fitness guru.

Her name was Lola.

Her name was Lola.

Oh, yeah.

Fucking Friday! What else?

You are not a victim.

You are here for a reason.

She became a shut-in.
She rarely left the apartment.

The attack completely
changed her.

Me too.

Me too.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Sorry, Lola.

Sorry.

Me too.

Me too.

I know these bands are tight.

So tight.

But it feels amazing.

These are non-victim,
fighting, kick ass arms.

Pull, pulse it, pull.

Crack that walnut,
squeeze it up.

And up. Last twenty.

Twenty, come on, do it,
nineteen, eighteen.

Oh, amazing, yes!
And pull, and pull, pull.

Open it up, and up, open it up.

Squeeze it. Last five.

Five, and four, oh! It's-

Lifeline. What's going
on with you today?

-How are you feeling today?
-Crisis Lifeline.

This is Leon.

You're not alone.

Crisis Lifeline.
This is Maria.
I am here to listen.

It's never too
late to love, ma'am.

So, why'd you come today?

Crisis Lifeline.
This is Ken. I'm here to listen.

Lifeline.

I'm here.

- What's going on with you today?
- -I understand.

- How are you feeling today?
- -You're not alone.

Crisis Lifeline. This is Leon.

I know.

What's going on?

I think I was nine.

- What else do
you remember?

I don't know, it-

It's okay.

Okay.

It was a good session.

See you next week?

Yes. Next week.

Good.

Thank you.

Oh, wait, wait.
Hold the elevator, please!

Thank you.