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you. My name is Tom Weaver.

I work on the 15th floor. Loftin.

I recognize you from the building.

-You work on the sixth floor, right?

-No, I don 't.

We must have shared an elevator. Or

something. Your name is Beth, right?

I 'm sorry.

This is really... awkward.

My car died.

So, I 'm stuck down here.

The stairwells are locked up and

the elevators, you need a pass card.

-And you don 't have a card?

-I do. I left mine in my office.

I was wondering maybe if

I could borrow yours for asecond.

-I 'm sorry, I can 't do that.

-Oh, I understand. I understand.

It 's two AM, I 'm asking you for your

pass card. I know how this looks.

You have no idea how it looks.

Wait asecond.

No, I 'm not trying to scare you.

I just need a lift up to security.

-lf you can drop me off.

-No, I 'm not dropping you anywhere.

-I don 't know you.

-Beth, I 'm in trouble here.

There 's a truck down here

that 's trying to kill me.

Holy sh*t!

He thought I'd blow the whistle.

He hired somebody to take me out.

Sh*t! Beth, listen, I cannot get

stuck down here. You understand?

I've got a couple of hours

to fix a big mistake!

-Please, I just want to go.

-Go where?

There 's a truck out there that 's

not gonna let you go anywhere!

I gotta get out of this garage!

Wait! Wait!

What do you want from me?

Tom...

What'sthe matter?

Nothing.

Stillthinking about tonight?

That must be some deal

you're closing.

It's just nerves, you know?

I' II be fine.

You're gonna be great tonight.

Like you always are.

Eddie! If you can hear me,

call the police!

Oh, Christ.

Is this your car?

-No.

-Good answer.

Oh, hey, it 's not what you think.

I... do repos.

Bank foreclosed on this baby

yesterday. I 'm just taking her back.

What happened to you?

It 's a long story.

I gotta get out of this garage.

-I'll pay you for a ride out of here.

-Hate the stairs, huh?

Let me just get her started.

Go in the back, grab my ignition

crank. It 's long, blue handle.

Thanks.

See what happens when you

interrupt a hard day 's work?

You stupid...

Oh, Jesus!

Help me!

Start... the car...

start the car...

Start the car?

-Wires, ignition.

-Which ones, which ones, which ones?

That 's okay. Hey!

You 're gonna be okay. Hey! Hey!

What 's so exciting out there?

You 're acting weird, Tom.

Are you somewhere else right now?

No. I 'm right here.

Let 's just make sure.

What the...?

-Would you relax? It 's just Eddie.

-I don 't want to complicate things.

Oh, come on. What 's a little

complications between friends, huh?

Besides, I think that it 's your wife

who's doing all the complicating.

We're just leveling the

playing field. That 's all.

What 's going on, Tom?

I gotta meet Gavin.

Nothing.

Is he stillhittingon that girl

at your office?

What 's her name?

Rebecca?

What? Are you afraid

we 're gonna get caught?

First of all,

Ithink she's got her eye on you.

The way she's hanging all

overyou at the Christmas party.

I want everything from life.

I want the finer things.

You can't really blame her, though.

You're quite the catch, Tom Weaver.

-What about Victor?

-What about him?

-Do you still see him, right?

-For the moment.

Has he ever cheated on you?

-Why would you ask me that?

-Has he?

What difference does it make?

How would it make

you feelif he did?

Relieved.

How would he feel if he knew

that you were here with me?

God, ifVictor knew Iwas here...

he 'd go f***ing crazy.

He 'd kill me for sure, Tom.

He'd probably killus both.

Victor!

Who 's there?

-Son-of-a-b*tch.

-Victor...

Listen to me. I

want you to call the police. Now!

All right, step out of the car.

Come on.

Game 's over, pal. Get out.

Whoa! Stop right there!

Put your hand down!

I said I want you to call

the police now!

I'll use this gun!

I swear to God I will.

All right.

Take it easy, pal.

I'll call the police.

You just stay right there.

Come on!

To the best years of our lives.

-The future is ours.

-Didn 't you say that last year?

Well, what can I say?

That 's why God created optimists.

To be something in this world, you

have to be a believer. Right, Tom?

-lf you say so, yes.

-Oh come on, don 't be so modest.

Look around. There 's not a guy that

wouldn 't want to be in your shoes.

I envy you. I really do.

To the new house. A brighter

future and your beautiful wife.

Spoken like a true player. You gotta

know it by now. Tom's a pragmatist.

Tom's a graduate of the school

of the glass half empty.

Is that right? The guy I know

is one hell of a risk taker.

Trust me.

He plays it safe.

And that 's why I love him.

What about you, Molly?

What do you believe in?

I believe in doing

whatever it takes.

-A girl after my own heart.

-Two years too late, Gavin.

Oh, never say never, Tommy boy.

You see, that 's the problem. Today

everybody 's looking for ashortcut.

-Love or money, Moll.

-What?

What would be harder to give up?

Love or money?

-Ask me tomorrow. I gotta pee.

-lt 's money. Admit it.

You 'd give up love for money.

-You 're drunk.

-Tell me I 'm wrong.

Well, Tom gives me love...

and soon we 'll have

all the money we need.

-ls that right?

-Yes, that 's right. Tom has a plan.

-Tell him about your plan, honey.

-Got a master plan, do we?

Something like that, yeah.

Well, a good plan 's hard to beat,

right, Moll?

Right now, my plan 's to go to

the little girls' room.

-Well, she's really something.

-Yes, she is.

So you got a master plan, do you?

Oh, it 's no plan, really.

It 's more like a five-year strategy.

Well, I 've got like

a five-hour strategy.

But it requires a partner.

Somebody, uh...

smart, aggressive.

Somebody who likes

the finer things.

Know anyone like that?

We should talk.

My plan could change your life.

Hello?

-Hey. Wanna dance?

-Uh, maybe later.

Come one, Tom, it 's Christmas!

-What happened to your spirit?

-Why don 't you have another drink?

Okay.

But let me tell you something first.

I always get what I want, Tom.

Always.

Bye.

-Fantastic. Are you happy? Good.

-Excuse me.

What was that?

-What?

-That thing with Gavin.

-I was helping you.

-You were flirting with him.

He likes you. He helps you.

Which helps us.

I don't want that kind of help, okay?

Come on, let 's go home.

No, I want to stay. I 'm having fun.

Apparently, you are too.

Who 's she?

That 's Rebecca.

She 's a secretary.

Oh, the one that Gavin 's always

talking about. She 's pretty.

-She likes you.

-She 's not my type.

Am I your type?

Definitely.

Sounds good to me.

Come on, Tom. Share the wealth.

I don 't get to see her that often.

Can anyone hear me?

-Can anyone hear me?

-This is Eddie, head of security.

-Who's this?

-Thank God. It 's Tom Weaver.

Mr. Weaver. Damn sir,

you sure do work a Iot of 0T.

Listen to me. You gotta call the

police right now. You understand?

-Didyou say the police, sir?

-God damn. I said, "call the police!"

There 's a truck down here

that 's trying to kill me!

Truck?What truck?

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