10 Items or Less Page #2

Oh. Oh, the vest is great.

He's a standby. Deaf as a post.

Deaf!

Yeah, he's-- Oh, sh*t.

How am I supposed

to get out of here?

Put it back!

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Scarlet!

What are you doing?

You're doing a wonderful job, Scarlet.

Customers, please note

the outstanding work

being done by our employee

in the 10 items or less lane.

And you'll find there's no waiting

in aisle number one,

where our full service checker

is currently sitting on her ass.

Hey, f*** off.

Why the hurry?

Because. I was supposed to

get out of here 15 minutes ago.

And if I just leave Lee here,

the place will probably

get robbed again.

Robbed?

Like, "robbed" robbed?

Where do you think you are?

Really?

I'm sick of taking care

of these children.

But wait.

Are you going now?

Don't stay too long.

The next shift doesn't speak English.

Well, wait a minute. Couldn't

you stay a few more minutes?

I gotta go.

Just five more minutes.

Aren't you supposed

to get picked up?

There's some little

autobus that comes, or--

Yeah, yeah.

I don't know where the kid is.

He was supposed to be here

an hour ago.

You think he's coming?

Do I know him?

Well, what if he's lost?

So call him.

I-I forgot my cellphone.

Darn. So did I.

Use the pay phone,

like the rest of America.

Well, see, the thing is, I--

I don't have a phone number for him.

The little P.A. guy, he left,

and he didn't give me

a phone number--

He told me he was

gonna find me here.

So no ride.

No.

And there's no one you can call?

No. I don't know the--

I mean, it's just a shitty little

production company, you know?

I haven't even committed yet.

So call home.

You do have a home?

See? See?

A clear mind.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh.

What?

I don't remember the number.

We had the phone numbers changed

a week or so ago, but--

For security,

and I-I don't remember.

You don't know

your number?

What are you, 12?

You don't know your

own phone number?

Not this week.

Can't you call a cab?

Think they'd take a card?

Diner's Club?

Are you kidding?

What?

The rates are terrific.

Jesus.

What do you people do

when you get in trouble?

Who do you normally call?

Manager.

Agent!

Hi. It's me.

The other me.

Ye--

Oh.

Oh.

Okay. Thank you.

Hi.

Is he in?

Really?

When?

Oh.

Right. Okay.

All right. Yeah.

Thank you.

What?

It's no good.

They're all gone.

It's a Jewish holiday.

Today?

Tomorrow.

They've... stretched it.

Then who were you talking with?

The, uh-- the switchboard.

So, everyone else?

Gone.

They're all Jewish?

They are today.

Look... I don't know

what to tell you.

I got to be somewhere.

I'm-I'm already late.

And I got sh*t I got to do first, and--

And if I leave you,

you're gonna get yourself killed.

I can't believe this.

Okay. Sh*t.

Okay, we'll get you home.

But I got sh*t I got to do first, so...

you're just going to have

to come with me.

Hold this.

Ah, that's a hell of a trick.

Quick change between scenes.

Me, I can't put on two socks in an hour.

Oh, that's good on you, that blue.

That's my secret, you know?

Brings out that youthful glow

in you, blue does.

Huh, that's not after-school wear.

What, a quick stop at the Red Onion?

Is that the action here?

A little wrinkled here.

Oh, damn it!

You forgot something.

What did you forget?

F***ing keys.

You forgot your keys?

Not mine.

You forgot somebody else's keys.

Whose keys did you forget?

My ex-husband's.

Oh, you're not old enough

to have an ex-husband.

How old are you?

Twenty-five.

How old are you?

Old enough to have an ex-husband.

So, you took his keys?

His keys. My car.

Ah.

How long were you married?

Still am.

You're still--

Can't afford the divorce yet.

Ah.

Okay.

So, why the split?

Well, what do--

what do you think?

Uh, married too young

or grew separately as people?

What?

He fucks other women

and takes my car.

Got it.

Yo, ese!

What's up, Hollywood?

Hey, man! How you doing?

Whoo hoo hoo!

See that?

Haven't done a movie in four years.

Ha! Star Mobile.

God, I feel at home already.

This your neighborhood?

Nice. Real... texture.

What do you think a place

goes for around here?

I always wanted to get a place,

you know, in the city...

that's just for meetings.

Where are we again?

This your place?

No.

No.

Oh, check stand number one.

I need my keys.

Hmm. Tell Bobby I want my keys

and the f***ing cash he owes me.

Tell him yourself.

Damn, it stinks.

The manager.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Hey, you're supposed to be on the floor.

Who the f*** is watching Lee?

I don't know.

Why don't you call the manager?

Give me my keys.

Who's this?

This is--

Hey. No, no.

I know who he is.

What the f*** is he doing here?

Research.

Re-- research?

What, on you?

What are you,

the new Ashley Judd?

No, a**hole.

It's a project.

Oh, a project, huh?

Like a class project?

No, it's nothing I've committed to yet.

I'm just-- just--

He can't get home, Bobby.

He needs a ride.

Give me my keys.

He can't call someone?

They're all Jewish.

So they don't drive?

Well, what she's trying to say is,

um, I-I forgot the numbers.

See, we had a little

security issue at home

and we changed

all the phones and--

Scarlet, Scarlet, what the

f***'s with the getup?

Huh? Don't-- don't tell me.

You're going on that

f***in' interview.

Interview?

You've got an interview?

Scar, baby,

we talked about this. Okay?

You really think anybody's gonna

take some grocery hump seriously?

I mean, you've never even

seen the inside of a f***in' office.

I'm sorry.

I thought she was the grocery hump.

Hey, at least someone got pregnant.

That cash was mine.

Now give it to me and give me

the keys to my car.

You know, I saw you walk out with that

load under your arms the other night.

You're gonna pay that back, right?

I did. For three years.

Hey, Scarlet...

how's the Green Card coming?

Hey, Lorraine, have another

beer for the baby, huh?

Come on.

Come on, babe.

Give me my keys.

Bobby, give me the keys.

Hey, come on. Don't.

Give me the keys.

Bobby, give me the keys.

Ow! Ow! What the f***?

Get the f*** off me!

What?

Mi dinero.

Ow! Ow! God damnit!

F***in' b*tch!

Get off me!

Get the f*** off me!

Ow! Ow! That f***in' hurts!

That hurts! That hurts!

Here, take it!

F***ing get the f*** out!

I'm all right.

Cabrn.

I'm all right, baby.

I'm good.

Th-- they're not armed, are they?

You f***in' b*tch!

Oh! Hoo!

Oh, my.

Uh, maybe the prudent thing at this point

is ask if you're, uh, okay to drive?

You see an old Pontiac?

Green, like her eyes?

Uh...

Yeah. Right behind us.

Good.

No!

You motherfucking c*nt!

You motherf***er!

F***er!

What do you think?

Go again?

F*** you!

I-I'd say you're good.

F*** you, you f***ing b*tch!

F*** you, b*tch!

You motherf***er!

Aren't you going to do something,

you f***ing p*ssy?

Get off the floor!

F***er!

What? What's the matter?

Look at this.

The whole thing was a mistake.

That's nothing. Nothing.

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