Wake Page #2

the rumors about what happened.

What happened?

- TYLER:
Where's her ring?

- IRVING:
Uh, what ring?

She had an engagement ring

on when she came in.

Uh, we'll look in her list

of possessions,

but she has to have any jewelry

she was brought in with.

Well, that's the thing.

She doesn't have all the jewelry

that she was brought in with.

We'll be happy to look

into that with you

at the funeral home after the service.

You better believe it.

Oh, okay.

Can you do me a favor

and just come in with me?

I mean, it'll only take a minute.

You know what?

I really have to be getting home.

I know. I know. I'm sorry.

But I have to get her ring back.

Tyler, I can explain.

It was an accident.

I, um...

- Oh, good.

- I'm so, so...

I... I... oh, I have

something in my eye!

You okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm totally fine.

I just need to get it.

You know what?

I'll meet you there in a second.

- Okay.

- Okay.

You know,

this never happens.

The ring is on the list,

but for some reason...

Well, let's go in and look.

We'll go in and look.

[Sighs]

[Door opens]

[Sighs]

- Hi.

- Hi.

Sorry.

You got a minute?

I want to ask you something.

I'm a Pisces.

[Chuckles]

You're quick,

in more ways than one.

Name's Varnez.

[Door opens]

Ah, just the person I was looking for.

Sorry, not interested.

Let's go, please.

[Engine revs]

Don't you want to know who he is?

I don't think I can take

any more surprises this evening.

Irving acted all concerned,

checked his records,

said the ring was logged,

doesn't know what happened to it.

Criminal.

Well, maybe he's telling the truth.

She loved that ring

more than she loved me.

She never took it off.

I brought her in with it.

I know it was on her hand.

Man.

You were...

...with her when she... died?

I'm sorry.

That must have been terrible.

I'm a little bit parched. Thirsty?

[Sighs]

Let's just drop all the grieving

conversation for a second.

Do you have any pets?

I have a high-strung roommate

with an eating disorder.

Does that count?

It might.

[Chuckles]

How about you?

I have a short, portly dog

of questionable disposition.

- Terrier?

- French bulldog.

I wanted a Scotty growing up.

But we never had any pets.

That's crazy.

We've got laws against that in Texas.

Every kid has to have a dog.

Where did you grow up,

anyway?

San Diego.

There's lots of open space there,

lots of yards.

Well, my parents

just thought it would be... untidy.

Well, that's for sure,

because I can't wear anything

for more than 10 minutes

before Randy slobbers all over,

puts his dirty paws on it,

and, on his very worst days,

bites a damn hole in it.

It's obscene.

Do you see your parents a lot?

Well...

The truth is, no.

I hardly ever see them.

I never see them.

That's too charged a subject

to discuss with a stranger, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, we're strangers.

Tyler Cormier.

Carys Reitman.

You know...

I never even... heard a word

about you from Anna,

not even a whisper.

You know what?

About that, I, um...

No, it's okay. I mean,

Anna and I both had our own secrets.

I guess she just wanted you

to be one of hers.

It's getting late.

[Sighs]

[Footsteps]

I thought you were out of town

with what's-his-name.

We broke up.

Typical.

Did I scare you?

No.

You're gonna have to try

a lot harder than that.

Nice black dress.

Funerals again, huh?

You're never gonna feel anything.

You're broken inside.

Get over it.

We're roommates

in lease obligation only.

My personal life

is none of your business.

- Ghoul.

- Puritan.

- Vampire.

- Pollyanna.

[Horn honks]

[Sighs]

I'm completely hung over.

Hair of the dog, bro.

Hair of the dog.

- Hey, Carys.

- Mm.

Good morning.

Hey, there.

So, how are we doing?

Good. We'll be done

for dress rehearsal next week.

RYAN:

You have a good weekend?

Yeah, it was great.

Well, I think they're

rehearsing the ending today.

Mm-hmm.

RYAN:

You know, your favorite scene?

The tragic, heart-wrenching,

soul-killing ending?

Mm.

[Aspirator sucking]

[Door opens]

- [Screams]

- [Gasps]

Please tell me

you were stealthy coming in.

Like a ninja.

You know that now

that my boss thinks you're a corpse,

we're probably gonna have to find

a different place for us to hang out.

You were right

about that funeral yesterday.

I probably shouldn't have gone.

There was, um... an accident.

What do you mean,

there was an accident?

I was leaning over her...

Anna... and...

...she just reminded me of...

I held her hand, and her, um...

No.

- Her ring just...

- Don't say another word.

...slipped off in my hand.

Have you lost your mind?

Her henchman of a boyfriend

came in here

and threatened to take us

to court until we're so broke

we end up burying our clients

in burlap sacks.

You have to understand.

It's not his fault. It's my fault.

Exactly, and now I'm

gonna get fired because of it.

Why?

You didn't do anything wrong.

I'm the reason you were there,

trespassing at the funeral,

where you just so happened

to steal some very expensive jewelry.

Wait, calm down.

I thought we could just

return the ring.

- Return the ring?

- Yeah.

Just give it back to her.

Back to Anna Williams...

...the dead girl

who we buried yesterday?

You know, you've got

all the equipment.

- Couldn't we just...

- Couldn't we just what?

Dig her up and then slide

the ring back on her finger?

Do you know how much

that equipment costs?

Could you imagine

what would happen

if her family came to visit

and her grave was above ground,

and you and I just happened

to be giving back her jewelry?

That's it!

We go in the middle of the night!

Stop talking right now.

We cannot return the ring

to the dead girl.

Now, you're gonna have to get it

and give it back

to her family or her fianc

or whoever you like,

and explain yourself.

Okay, well, how am I gonna do that?

I can't just be like, "Oops,

look what I found in my pocket."

I can't just find the ring here.

The family will think we're thieves.

I know it's strange,

but corpse-robbing funeral homes

actually don't get a lot of business.

[Sighs]

[Doorbell rings]

[Sighs]

[Gasps]

Uh, Carys?

Hi.

It's... weird that I'm here, isn't it?

Weird? No.

But you

slammed the door in my face.

It slipped.

How did you find me?

I... I looked you up.

You have a very unique name.

- Can I come in?

- In here?

Sure. Sorry.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Oh, have a seat.

Thanks.

[Sighs]

You know what?

It's good that you're here, actually.

It is?

There's something I need to tell you.

Have you ever had

an unusual hobby?

Well, I like to needlepoint.

[Laughs]

Okay, I'm gonna start over.

My sister died young,

younger than Anna.

Oh, wow,

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

That must have been so hard

for you to go to Anna's funeral.

I mean, first your sister,

and then your good friend.

That's why you were acting so funny.

You know what?

About that, um...

Stop. You don't

have to explain anything to me.

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