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With you I want to go, want to go

Music is my sanctuary

Music is my blanket

I see only what I want to see

I'll be only what I want to be

Yeah

My blanket covers me

Yeah

Check it

Now, as a youth, man, I was body poppin'

breakin' on the lino

Traded in my lino for a pad and a biro

Used to stand in line

so as I can sign my giro

But now my ends are meeting

in the best way that I know

And the beats that go boom

See the music I consume to

escape the doom and gloom

All the beats and melodies

that keep realities at bay

But what happen when the record's done

and start to fade away, fade away

Alone within myself again

I try to veil away my pain

The dirty grey

surrounding me 'round

And now I hear no sounds

Doctor, what is it?

Jack, you have gastric cancer.

How much time do I have?

It depends on your will to live.

Yo, excuse me.

Calm down, man.

This is my last stop.

And your nose is bleeding.

Okay, well,

after carefully reviewing your

application, Mr. Doolittle,

I regret to inform you

that we have denied your

request for a loan at this time.

But I filled everything

out just like you requested.

Yes.

When your father passed away,

he left a lot of debt.

I'm afraid, without a substantial payment,

we have no choice but to

begin foreclosure proceedings

at the end of the month.

Hello, Mrs. Wilson?

Hey, this-this is Qwerty from the mortuary.

Why are you calling?

No, I-I was wondering-

I know I promised no

payments till after New Year,

but I was just wondering if-

if there was anything you can

offer in the next few days,

that would-that would

be hugely appreciated.

Richard got laid off.

It's Christmas,

and I haven't gotten the

children anything yet.

I don't think-

All right, no, you know what?

Forget the call. Forget the call.

You keep the money,

and you buy your kids some gifts.

You make it a good Christmas for 'em.

Thank you, Qwerty.

Your father would be proud.

All right, no.

You're a fine young man.

Yep, you have a good night, Mrs. Wilson.

All right.

Oh, Christ, I'm sorry.

You-you scared me.

I was driving by, I saw the lights in here,

so I thought it was open.

No, we're actually closed.

We open at 10:
00 in the morning.

Okay.

I need a coffin.

I need it tonight.

And I'll pay you cash for it.

It's kind of- it's peaceful in there, huh?

What do you think?

Sorry.

I'll take it.

All right, sir.

It's a-it's a great choice.

You won't be disappointed.

I have another request.

Oh, we can customize it

with anything you want.

In the past, we even put

a complete sound system

with speakers in.

No, no, this-this is-

No, no, I like the coffin.

It's just that it needs a body.

Oh, we're a full service mortuary, sir.

Has-has the deceased been embalmed yet?

No, he's-he's not dead yet.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Sir, please-

Please, I don't want any trouble.

I know this is an unusual request,

but I need you to take this gun

and put a bullet inside my heart.

No, perhaps you've been drinking.

Please, everything is-

everything's gonna be all right.

- I can pay you.

- No.

I got $50,000 cash.

What, you don't believe me?

I'll show you.

I'll show you; it's in my car.

This can't be happening.

It could all be yours.

I know you have problems.

I heard you on the phone.

We all have problems.

You help-you help me with

mine, I help you with yours.

No, keep it.

Please, please. Please, sir.

Sir, in my-in my profession,

I see death every day,

some by accident, some by sickness,

but some through despair.

These are the ones

I wish I could have helped.

Help me.

Help me by pulling this trigger.

Please.

Come on, please.

Please, I need your help.

- No.

- Please.

- Go ahead.

- I won't do it.

I won't kill you. No.

Why?

It's easy!

I and my father are one?

But can you feel my pain?

Can you feel my pain?

Hi. Hey.

Hey.

How's it feel to be my husband?

Today, I must say that I'm

the happiest man in the world.

Let me show you.

Let me show the kids.

Hey.

I love you.

I love you too.

Charlie?

Sorry to wake you, but we're

- we're closing down soon.

Here.

It's on the house.

Just hope it might cheer you up.

You have a few minutes, so...

or I could pack it up to go for you.

You want to share it?

Share it with me?

Oh.

It's tempting, but I have

this new dress for the holiday

that I'm determined to fit in.

Want to know my secret?

I hang it over the dining

table to help motivate me a bit.

It's good, huh?

Isn't it?

We bake 'em fresh here every morning.

I think they're good.

I don't mean to be nosy or anything,

but what's a man like you doing at this hour

passed out in a diner?

I had a really hard day.

Big smile like yours,

you expect me to believe that?

Yeah, just right here.

Okay.

Yeah, just right up there.

I like the lights.

I did it myself.

Yeah?

I like the different colors.

Yeah.

Yeah, I've always loved Christmas.

You live there a long time?

About a year, since my divorce.

You don't really have to talk about that

if you don't feel like it.

I don't-

Well, we- you know, we grew apart.

You know, you wake up one

morning after 13 years,

and the feeling's gone,

and, you know, you try to hang in there,

but there's really nothing you can do.

But we both agreed that, you know,

we didn't want to grow old

taking up each other's space.

You guys still talk, then?

Not for a couple months.

Do you-

do you want to come up, 'cause I'm just-

I live there alone,

and I don't have any cats,

in case your allergic.

I, um...

I don't... I don't think I should do that.

No, you're probably right.

It's late.

I mean, you're probably really tired anyway.

Can I ask you something?

How come you picked me up, gave me a ride?

I don't know.

I don't-I don't know why.

I don't know.

Okay, I hope you don't mind.

I just haven't-

I just, you know, haven't

kissed a man in a long time.

I just forgot how good it feels.

Okay, thank you for the ride.

Maybe I'll see you around.

Okay.

- Yeah!

- Whoo!

Hey, you're late again.

Get down there and get dressed

and get on the f***ing stage now.

We need to talk now.

Well, lookie, lookie, Cookie.

No, don't stop.

It just got a lot more interesting.

So come on and join the party, sweetcakes.

We are on lesson number 3,

the day you were absent.

Oh, no, you did not touch the 'do.

Oh, yeah.

F*** your 'do, and f*** your whores.

Who you calling a whore, you little b*tch?

I don't see what else-

No, no, no, Cookie, Cookie, Cookie.

Go upstairs.

We'll finish up later.

All right.

So...

What are we talking about here, Johnny?

I don't understand. Tell me-

We're talking about my son.

We're talking about my son.

I cannot work on Christmas Eve.

I have to be with him.

Your son needs you to work,

and he needs you to work very hard.

Don't you f***ing tell

me what's best for my kid.

I swear to God.

The kid would not know the difference

whether you're there or not.

Goddamn it.

Johnny, I have been easy on you,

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