All Over Me Page #3

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precautions like me.

Okay?

Oh...

I have his

cell phone number.

And?

I can call him.

And if he's conscious,

he can pick up.

Forget it.

l... I can't.

I need to tell

the police.

Look.

You just said you don't

know where he lives,

so where are you going?

I don't know.

You're gonna be fine.

Believe it, okay?

Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay.

It's springtime.

You should be out

on St. Laurent sipping gin.

Not doing a very good job

of looking out for your man.

The rest of the money's

not here.

I'm going to go

finish this.

You two are

staying here.

And if anything happens

to Paul while I'm gone,

you're both responsible.

- Yeah, but Aaron was...

- Both of you.

Got something

to say to me, Isaac...

you worthless

f***ing Neanderthal?

No.

Sir.

No, sir?

Aisle 7, please.

Wet cleanup on aisle 7.

What?

Your nametag.

Hey hey!

Coleman!

I mean, Coaldale!

You can't just

walk out like that.

Wow, you look exhausted.

It's understandable,

working two jobs.

Oh...

Penelope mentioned

seeing you in some outfit.

Hey, no judgment.

You gotta do what

you gotta do, right?

Just tell Penelope

I'm sick, okay?

If you ever need, like,

any protection

or a bodyguard for your other work,

you know where to find me.

God bless.

That prosciutto may

be a little off.

Good hiding,

by the way.

A real crackerjack.

Who would have ever dreamt

it'd be under your bed?

Aah!

It's funny.

Paul called you Celene.

Smart move,

lying to him.

I mean, who the hell

would want

to be dominated

by an Alberta?

Did you honestly think

I wouldn't find you?

Tell me where

the rest is!

My half a million!

What?

I don't know

anything about it.

You pay for this place

on a grocery store salary?

Are you telling me Paul didn't share

the wealth with his kinky sweetheart?

No, he didn't.

Is Paul okay?

I'm concerned.

Everyone goes through

a rebellious stage,

but he's making a lot

of poor choices lately,

lying to me, acting

like a dog.

One thing I've never

had to coach him on much is women.

He reminds me

of me at his age.

I mean, he's been in town,

what, a few weeks,

if that...

- and he's already swooned you.

- Ah!

Maybe I should call my

security detail...

- No.

Have them come over and teach you...

Another outfit of mine

you've ruined!

Who is this?

What are you doing?

Hold on a second,

Officer.

Cash money here.

We can settle.

# Tell your old friends #

# You're gonna leave them #

# Our bloodshot eyes wide... #

# No need to think when #

# This crew gets moving #

# Those pins and ball bats #

# Heartbeats

and head clamps #

# And your bad friends... #

Top shelf

in the spare-room closet.

Ankle cuffs.

Can you get them please?

Need a roll of tape too!

Any color's fine!

# Fight sense,

fight sense. #

- So, Alberta.

- Uh-huh?

Last night, when you

told me about the guys

beating on your friend

and you running away...

- Yes?

...you...

you forgot

to mention the part

where you stole

20 grand from them.

Yes, I did.

Sorry. Coffee?

And that you stashed it

in my home.

Black, thank you.

Again, sorry.

And that they had a way

of finding you,

and busting...

you're paying

for that vase, ass f***!

What I'm saying here

is that you didn't exactly

tell me everything.

You might find it

nitpicky, but to me,

having prior knowledge

of these things

would fall under

the category of "good to know."

I totally agree.

And Celene...

it won't happen again.

You... you said that

when you were seven

and I caught

you eating cat food.

So why'd you

take the cash anyway?

I don't know!

It was just a big

bag of money.

I just... took it!

How can you be so calm?

Why haven't you kicked

the sh*t out of me like you did him?

Oh, there'll be time.

Now, anything else...

we need to worry about?

Your boy toys

know where we are?

Let me go and I promise

they won't hurt you.

Pick up,

pick up, pick up.

Hey, it's you-know-who.

I don't care. Listen to me.

I need your home.

Indefinitely.

I'm leaving now.

Well, you'd better make

other arrangements

because I'm coming now

and I'm not happy!

Pack up.

Found a safe house.

You got a car?

I have Paul's car.

You took his

money and his car?

I had to make a getaway.

I'm really starting to enjoy her.

- Let's move.

- Don't be stupid...

Celene.

We can deal.

So do you want me to pack some

overnight clothes?

Any good reason

why he said my name

while looking at you?

Maybe he has

one of those lazy-eye things.

This is how

it all started.

I pretended

to be you.

I guess we should call

the police now, huh?

To report an identity theft?

I'm considering it.

Think about it.

We can get the bad guys

sent to jail,

and Paul will go

to the hospital.

We can split the 20,000.

Stop talking now.

The house was

trashed, total,

and you're talking

about what?

Well, won't insurance

cover it?

It's not my house.

It's a client's

place.

I'm house-sitting

for a year, poorly...

to save a bit

of money.

I guess that didn't work

out too well for me, huh?

I can barely cover

my own debts and...

f***!

I'll make this

up to you, I promise.

There's more money.

Just don't, okay?

I'm serious. The guy

in the trunk's convinced

that Paul ripped him off

and 20,000's only part

of half a million.

I don't have to explain anything to you.

- He's a new client.

- Okay, fine, I understand.

He's a new client but why did you

have to bring him here?

This is our private...

He's an extreme case

and needs extreme confinement.

I have... there are people

coming over.

Sorry. No.

I'm putting my foot...

Alberta, open that

door now.

# What's your safety word? #

# Empty glass #

# Empty glass #

# What's your safety word? #

# Empty glass #

# Empty glass #

# What's your safety word? #

# Please don't say it #

# What's your safety word? #

# Please don't say it,

what's your safety word? #

Do not touch that.

You even know

what that is?

Keys to your truck.

Give 'em.

If you're lucky,

I'll drop you off at a hotel.

Rene LeBlanc.

Hmm?

Local address.

Paul's maybe?

Celene?

Where are you going?

I need to know

who I'm dealing with.

I need this little inconvenience

that you brought to my doorstep

- to be worth my while.

- Celene.

Those brothers are crazy.

Let's just call the police.

Right, and hope they

let us keep the cash.

Hope that Rene here forgets to mention

the forcible confinement.

No. Stay put

and do not...

do not even think about

going in that room.

Are we clear?

Ugh!

My hands are burning,

so I sweat.

Help me up.

Please.

I have a handkerchief

in my pocket.

So tell me

about this money.

It's mine.

Paul took it.

Handkerchief.

You need to know

if your employee Paul betrayed you.

I need to know if my boyfriend's been

lying to me since day one.

He was my right-hand

protege.

Smart like me.

Taught him everything

about my club:

alarm codes, when the safe

was at its fullest,

and when I confronted

him about it,

he ran

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