Nothing
The following is a true story.
Their names
Everything has been thoroughly
researched and verified.
Dave and Andrew
are best friends.
They'd been best
since they were 9 years old.
Andrew was an extremely
nervous young man.
He was afraid
of just about everything.
Dave was totally self-centred
and could never
get things to go his way.
Neither of them
And it wasn't long
before they realized
that their best chance of survival
was sticking together.
Tragically, Andrew's
anxieties grew worse
after his parents died.
Soon he became afraid
to even leave his house.
Like everything else
he attempted,
Dave's dream
of becoming a rock star...
was met
with unequivocal rejection.
Completely broke
and with nowhere else to go,
Dave moved in with Andrew,
who was himself
in desperate need of help.
With Dave there to provide
the basic necessities for living,
the support of a good friend,
and found employment.
And Andrew was able to stay
by working
[Laughter]
After a life-long struggle
with society,
Dave and Andrew
had finally found happiness...
together.
- I'm moving out.
- What?
- I'm moving out, with Sarah.
- With Sarah?
- Yeah, with Sarah.
Didn't I tell you?
- No.
- I'm pretty sure that I did.
- No. You didn't.
- I think I did.
- I swear! You didn't!
- And I'm telling you I did.
- You didn't!
- I did.
- Didn't!
You really didn't!
- Ah, I could've sworn I did.
Anyway...
- But you've only known her
for 2 weeks!
- What can I tell you?
We're in love.
- You can't leave!
- You'll be fine.
- No!
No, I won't! I'll kill myself!
[Sighs]
- You'll be fine.
- Why are you doing this?
- It doesn't matter.
- Yes! Yes, it does.
I just want to know
why you're abandoning me.
- I'm not abandoning you.
- Yes, you are!
- I'm moving on with my life.
[Traffic]
- But it's garbage day!
- Then you take it out!
- I can't!
- You'll be fine!
[Traffic, sirens]
Ladies.
- Come on, girls.
Don't speak to the strange man.
- Oh!
- Loser!
- Aw...
- I can do this.
I can.
I can do this.
[Airplane overhead]
[Truck's horn]
[Door closes]
Oh God!
Oh God!
Oh God!
Oh God!
[Woman on P.A.]:
Wire is what we are.
Wire is what we do.
- 'Morning.
- John Morfit, line 2. Line 2.
- [Man on P.A.]:
John Bigbutte,please call reception.
[People snickering]
- Hey, how'd you guys do that?
That's, that's great!
glued the chair to the floor,
but this - it's incredible!
Well done.
- That's just great.
Ah!
[All laugh]
[Sobbing]
- Hey, mister, are you OK?
- Ah!
- Mister?
- I... I...
I...
Iocked myself...
out!
- Don't worry.
[Airplane overhead]
- Hello?
Hello?
Hello? Little girl?
Hello?
Hello?
- It's OK, Mister.
You can come in now.
- Ah! Ah!
- What? Why?
Well, maybe it's
about the promotion?
I mean, I've really been busting
my ass around here lately, so...
- Uh...
yeah.
- That's probably what it is.
[Knocking]
You wanted to see me, sir?
- Dave!
Get your crafty ass in here!
You thirsty?
Want something to drink?
- No, I'm fine. Thanks.
- He's fine!
Heh-heh. I like that!
I like that!
So, uh...
You do know why
you're here, right?
- I think so.
- He thinks so!
That's great stuff!
Great stuff!
Who knew you had it in you?
- Well, l...
- Scrawny little ugly guy like you?
Little mousy guy,
hiding in the shadows,
eating cheese,
begging for crumbs?
Who knew?
But you're stupid,
aren't you, Dave?
- Huh?
- You're an idiot. A moron.
Jackass. Heh-heh!
End of the day,
you think it's morning.
- What?
- Did you think
we wouldn't find out?
- Find out about what?
About the promotion?
- Promotion?
For you?
- Well, I thought...
[laughs]
- You embezzle $27,369.27
from the company
and you want a promotion?
You're amazing!
- What?!
Hold on a second!
I didn't embezzle anything!
- Well, sure you did!
It's all right here.
- It's got to be a mistake!
- I don't think so.
I don't think
the authorities will either.
- Authorities?
- That's right, Dave.
Authorities.
I can get you?
- No!
No. Thank you. I'm fine.
- What about something to eat?
- No, really.
Everything's fine.
Maybe you should just leave.
- I don't know, Mister.
Maybe I should stay and look
after you for a little while.
I am a Fireside Girl.
- No. I just don't like
going outside, that's all.
And I'm not very
good with people,
if you just left.
- I'm going to make you
something to eat.
- No!
Please, just leave.
- A**hole!
[Fire-truck siren]
- You lost your job?
- Baby, they got nothing on me!
I'm clean!
- I can't believe this is happening.
- Don't worry. I didn't do anything.
Besides,
I've got much bigger news
to tell you!
- Oh yeah?
What's that?
- I'm moving in!
[Car alarm]
Look, I know the timing
of all of this is a little weird,
but I think it just depends
on how you look at it.
You were always complaining
about how we never had time
to see each other.
Well, now Andrew's
out of my life.
And as far as the job goes,
well, I can always
get another job.
Maybe I could work
at your place!
I could be a short-order cook!
and nights together. Huh?
Baby,
you're not moving in with me!
I'm moving in with you!
- I embezzled the money
from your work.
- What?
- I used your password
to get into the accounting software
at your office.
And over the last two weeks
wired $27,369.27
to an account in Zurich.
Can you hand me that?
- You did?
- I made sure
all the evidence points to you.
You should probably
get a lawyer.
Thanks.
- This is some kind of joke, right?
Baby, you love me.
- You're a loser, Dave.
[Police radio]
- Oh!
Argh!
Goddamn it!
Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it! Damn it all to hell!
- "Tonga is the crown jewel
of the South Pacific,
"a paradise not only
perfect for romance...
[traffic overhead]
"But also to bring out
the adventure in all of us.
"In fact, I just got back
a couple of days ago myself."
[Doorbell]
Ow!
Hello?
- Are you still there?
- Yes!
- Is something wrong?
- No, no. Nothing.
Just the, um... sunburn
from the vacation.
Yeah, you've got to
put the lotion on,
even when it's cloudy.
[Traffic]
Especially when it's cloudy!
[Doorbell]
Uh, well, I'll make
your reservations
and call you back
to confirm everything.
Thank you!
[Doorbell]
Yes?
- May I speak with you
for a minute?
Is this the man?
You are so f***ed!
I'll make sure you spend
the rest of your life in prison,
you sick son of a b*tch!
- What?
What are you talking about?
- No! No, I didn't!
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