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Down on the ground! I
said down on the ground!

You know you don't have to
watch until the end, right?

It's obviously porn...
just delete it and move on.

-I'm stalling.
-What's your count?

19.

You better move if you
want to hit your quota.

I'm just afraid of what's
going to pop up next.

-It's better porn than murder.
-Hmm?

It all sort of blends together.

The job is easy...

You sit at a desk, you
stare at a computer,

and you peruse social media, which is
what you probably do all day anyways.

But here you'll be reviewing posts
that have been flagged by users.

We call them tickets.

If a ticket violates our corporate
mandated "Terms of Use"...

click delete.

If not, click approve.

That's it.

Some tickets are nonsense.

People being overly sensitive.

Others, well, they
can be impactful.

I will walk you
through a few examples.

Footage of a man killing a rabbit is
animal torture and should be removed.

But footage of a man killing
a rabbit and then eating it

could be considered culinary
and should remain up.

Makes sense, right?
Always consider intent.

Does the post condemn or support? Are
we looking at something real or fake?

Satire or sincerity?

Nuance is key.

The next ticket is a little more
complicated, so pay close attention.

I've got an idea: why don't I
just burn the whole building down?

I can make this fucking
place disappear.

All I need is some kerosene, a box
of matches, and a can-do attitude!

Comments, questions, concerns?!

Should we do something? Calm
him down? Call security?

Hello...?

He does this stuff all the
time. It's how he copes.

To be honest, we're all kind of annoyed that
he never actually follows through with it.

But welcome to the
team, by the way.

If you're using a tourniquet,
don't tie it too tightly.

Blood pressure is
good for making veins

appear in the skin,

but it also can push the needle
out, make it harder for insertion.

Thank you, Aaron.

Another item that we
know prospective nurses

are always interested
in learning about

is just daily patient care...

Listen to this:

Is your name Chipotle?

Because I want to bury
my face in your taco.

I can't.

You know those apps don't
background check, right?

So? So, rapists use them.

Okay, well, I'm sweeping
left on rapists.

Looks like the overnight shift
enjoyed themselves again.

Jesus.

Like, do it in the
bathroom or your car.

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Daisy, you haven't
logged in yet.

-What the fuck?!
-I'm about to! I'm about to.

You get paid to watch porn?

Not just porn, other
things, awful things.

Not the kind of stuff you want
to talk about on a first date.

Is everyone like
horny all the time?

Some people seem to be, yeah.

But it doesn't affect you?

Eh, also not the kind of thing
to get into on the first date.

Do you like it? I mean,
that's what matters.

Uh... It's not what I
pictured myself doing.

Just don't have any other
options at the moment.

If you could do any
job in the world...

what would it be?

A nurse.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-Not an astronaut or the president?
-No...

not interested, not
qualified for that.

So go be a nurse.

It's not that simple.

There's school and applications
and interviews and a test.

Take the test?

I did.

Still not a nurse.

Hmm.

Ha ha, yeah!

Okay? Huh?

Oh ho ho ho ho ho!

Ring!

What was that noise?

Where'd you get those?

Oh hey, uh, supply closet.

Wanna try?

-No, I'm good.
-Sure?

You go fuck yourself
then... Yeah!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Um... Can you be more specific?

Why did you delete that video?

Which one?

Oh, it's violent and disturbing, and
the amount of blood is gratuitous.

-It was pinned to a news site.
-So?

Come on, Daisy.
We could get sued!

Freedom of speech
is a real thing.

Okay, but freedom
of reach is not.

What the fuck does that mean?

The poor woman killed herself.
No one needs to see that.

Well, you don't write the
guidelines. You follow them. Poorly.

Okay, well, sometimes
the guidelines are wrong.

You haven't been here six months...
you're talking out of your ass.

Next time you think you know
better, try to remember: you don't.

In case you change your mind.

Before we get too deep
into anything today,

I want to clarify a few changes to
our revised terms-of-use packet.

There's been some confusion
with a particular type of post,

and it's hurting
our accuracy rating.

Just because a ticket has a bad word
does not mean it has to be removed.

Harassment or gratuitous profanity
should always be deleted.

But users are allowed to curse
if the phrasing is "artistic,"

such as song lyrics,
or "commendatory"...

something like, You're
my favorite person.

Oh! Oh!

Yeah, Bob. Yes.

Yeah, "person" isn't a bad word.

It's a fill-in-the-blank sort of
thing. You get the point, right?

No, I don't. What if I fill
in the blank with "asshole"?

-That's okay.
-What about "asshole toucher"?

Nope. Too sexual. You
should know that by now.

What about a racial slur?

All right, that's enough, Bob.

No, I'm being serious.

I come across this stuff all the time,
and I never know how to handle it.

Like, what if I said, "You're my favorite
Mick," or "You're my favorite dot head,"

or "You're my favorite
cheese-eating moosefucker,"

which is a term for
French-Canadian, I just made up.

You can't say any of
that. This is a workplace.

But if it were in a ticket, we
should approve it, right? Or...

Technically, none of those words are
on our current banned phrases list.

Remember, we're not
censors. We are moderators.

Deep breath in...

...hold it for as
long as you can.

Then deep breath out...

-Hello.
-Hey.

Can you keep an eye on Violet?
I got called into work.

Um, I'm like very in the
middle of something right now.

Yeah, I can, uh, smell it.

Okay, sure. Yeah, you
can bring her over.

Can you give me a second to,
like, clean up and open a window?

-Good idea. Thanks!
-Yep.

You hungry?

Not really.

-Are you on Reddit?
-Mm-hmm.

Oh, Reddit is for adults.

No, it's not.

Yeah, it is.

I've had an account
since I was 9.

Okay, um...

Okay, let's make a deal.

You can stay up as late as you
want, but no tablet and no phone.

What's the point of staying up
late if I can't use my tablet?

Uh, unlimited
movies and popcorn?

-Can I have beer?
-No.

Oh, my God.

-Do you want your stars?
-Yes, please.

When I was your age, all we had
were glow-in-the-dark stickers.

And they never worked.

It was actually
kind of eye-opening.

Like, the job sucks, but
it does protect people.

Yeah, like, knights
in the shiniest armor.

We watch this shit so no one
else has to, like little kids.

Yeah, kids annoy me,
but yeah, I get it.

Well, we're just like the first
responders of the internet, you know?

That's like my silver lining
from now on, at least.

-I mean, it's a good mindset to have.
-Do you think?

-Yeah.
-I mean, me too. I just...

I thought it when I was
violently high, so I wasn't sure.

Oh, by the way, I never
asked. How was your date?

Oh, it was good. I think
he was cute. He's sweet.

-Then you should call him.
-Yeah, I should.

This in... just so...

Here, take the tourniquet off.

There's too much blood pressure.
Makes it hard for the needle to go in.

-I saw that on YouTube.
-Try to sit still, okay, ma'am?

-Okay.
-Thank you.

And we're in.

Do you like your job?

Sometimes. Sure.

Do you see a lot of bad stuff?

Unfortunately, yeah.

Yes, I do.

Car crashes, overdoses.

But most of our patients
are obese people

who think they're having
a heart attack. So...

Did I have a heart attack?

No, sweetie, you didn't.

Okay, let's hook you up.

There we go. All set.

Mmm.

Trust me, you have absolutely
nothing to be ashamed of.

Fainting is like a rite of passage at
Paladin. We all do it at some point.

Everybody probably
thinks I'm a pussy now.

Come on, nobody thinks that.
And if they do, fuck them.

Literally, go sit on
their face and thrust.

'Cause next week, it will be one
of them on the floor for sure.

I feel still foggy.

That's like a
hangover. It will pass.

You just need to get the
bad shit out of your system.

-How?
-Sleep it off.

How did I look when I fell?

Was it at least, like,
cool and dramatic?

Bob tried to give you
mouth-to-mouth, and I almost let him.

That's how bad you looked.

I took a video of the aftermath

whenever you're ready
to laugh about it.

Yeah, I'm not quite there yet,
but thank you for doing that.

It was fun. You were like:

Hi, my name is Daisy Morris.

I just received an
invoice for $2,200.

Okay, ma'am, I need
your insurance number.

No, my job does not offer
insurance, so I use Medicaid.

Then there is not
much that I can do.

Okay, but it's still $2,200.
How is that possible?

What we can do is...

Whoa, whoa, hold! An
ambulance ride is $900?

Why the fuck does
it cost that much?

Yeah.

Hey, Paul!

New guy, Paul!

What's your email?

Why?

Because I want to send you
an email, you fucking dope.

We're doing an office pool...

where we predict which one of us
is going to have the next meltdown.

That's pretty cruel.

Something to pass the time.

Right now you're the favorite.

-Me?
-Yeah.

-Someone thinks I'm going to piss my pants?
-Yeah, that was me.

Uh, you can't bet on
yourselves. Don't get any ideas.

You really are a dickhead.

Yeah, so, uh, so
are you in or out?

Paul? Out.

He's out.

Well, hello.

I figured you'd
take the day off.

I can't lose a shift.
I need the money.

You're right.

Goddamn it.

What?

Just my first ticket of
the morning is a beheading.

Oh, yeah. I've seen that one.

It keeps popping back
up. I don't know why.

But the footage is a little bit
blurry, so not too bad, right?

In order to find peace, you
must tame your thoughts,

quiet your mind,
focus on your loves.

Big breath in.

Hold it for as long as you can.

And big breath out.

Feel a sense of being
swell within your chest...

cradling, soothing.

And whatever's causing
stress in your life,

just forget about it.

Fuck you, you
podcast-making dick.

In order to find peace, you
must tame your thoughts,

quiet your mind,

focus on your loves.

Big breath in.

Hold it for as long as you can.

I'm getting a contact
high just looking at you.

Sorry.

At least lie. Do
me the courtesy.

Okay, I'm not high.
I'm very tired.

What do you want?

I want to send the hammer
ticket to the police.

On what grounds?

Kidnapping, torture, rape.

How do you know the act
wasn't staged and consensual?

Do you think that girl wanted
a nail bashed into her?

This is a fetish
video. It's gross, yes.

But it's just cheap special
effects and bad acting.

Did you hear her scream?
Did you watch it?

Like, did you hear that?

Daisy, we've been through this. If
we go to the cops and we are wrong,

that causes legal problems
for our parent company.

I will put it in writing that this
is coming from me and not you,

not the company.

-No!
-It'll be fine.

You did your job,
you clicked delete.

-End of story.
-I need to do more.

Then go volunteer at the
shelter. Don't be a martyr, okay?

And if this is bothering you
so much, talk to the counselor.

Really.

We received an anonymous
complaint about you.

Oh, yeah?

From who? Linda?
Fucking tattletale.

I... I just said
it was anonymous.

You can tell. Was it Linda?

Yeah?

Should I jump in to read it out?

Eh, give me the bullet points.

Well, your colleagues
are afraid of you, Bob.

'Cause I yell sometimes.

It's because of what you yell.

Look, work can be frustrating.
I get that, right?

But there has to be a better
way to manage how you feel.

Like what?

Well, use the tranquility room.

Yeah, when things get difficult

pop yourself in there for your
nine minutes of wellness time.

Mm.

-Mmm.
-Now, I know nine minutes sounds...

...short, but if you clear your head,
you'd be surprised how long it can feel.

Yeah?

You could try drawing
in a coloring book.

It can really take
your mind off things.

Yeah, yeah. I guess so...
coloring book, yeah.

You know, before I came here, I watched
a video of a kid getting molested.

I had to watch it for 20 seconds
because it's company policy.

Before that it was two people
having sex on a dead body.

And before that it was
some fucking weirdo

funneling Mountain Dew
into his butt hole.

Do you really think a coloring book is
going to erase all that from my memory?

To be honest, no, I don't. Okay,
I don't, but I do believe that...

making some sort of
sincere effort might help.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, the people out
there who aren't yelling,

the ones who are just taking it,

that's who you need
to worry about.

"I'm down here at Paladin..."
you get the idea."

I'm good... I'm good...

I hate you.

Women are inferior by nature,
and I don't care if you disagree.

Fake tits, fake
lips and fake ass...

Hi.

I'd like to report a crime.

Do you work at that
place off Route 90?

Paladin?

-No.
-Where'd you find this?

It popped up on my feed.

-Out of nowhere?
-Yeah, out of nowhere.

Was the footage filmed here in Leon
County or the state of Florida?

I don't know.

Well, I can only
investigate crimes

that occur within
my jurisdiction.

Well, you can watch
within your jurisdiction.

That's not a crime.

Well, maybe it should be.

"I know it when I see it."
You ever hear that expression?

Supreme Court? It was
about porn. This is porn.

No, it's violence.

Even if this video is real,
which I very much doubt,

odds are these guys are
worlds away from here.

Who do I talk to, then? Who is
responsible for things like this?

Look.

I find this video disturbing,
like any average person would,

but that doesn't automatically
make it part of my purview.

-I wish there was something I could do.
-You don't need to wish.

You're a police officer. You
can just go do something!

Unless there's a minor involved,

we can't arrest people for things
they watch with their pants down.

We're not the jerk-off police.

Well, you could have fooled me.

I'm calling you a jerk-off,
in case that wasn't clear.

Yeah, I get it. Thanks.

What?

I know!

I went to this bar where they
were doing this TikTok thing

where everyone had to wear
red, yellow, or green.

Red meant leave me the fuck alone, yellow
meant approach me, but with caution,

and green meant come over
and annoy the shit out of me.

That sounds like a good system.

Yeah, except for the fact that I
was the only girl wearing green,

so everybody was looking at me like
I had STDs reading on my forehead.

I mean, isn't that why we go out
to meet people and misbehave?

No, I came here to hang out with you.
I don't want to talk to strangers.

Me too, but I want to have a little bit of
fun, and I could use a partner in crime.

Nobody wants to be
a deviant alone.

I don't know, that sounds like
a tall ask for me right now.

No, it's not. You're 25, you're
good-looking, just pick a guy and smile.

I don't want to
hate myself after.

Do you hate yourself right now?

A little bit.

So the worst-case scenario
is the status quo.

Drink it. It builds character.

It gives you charisma.
It gives you personality.

This... this doesn't feel right.

No, like, can you just
push it, push a little bit?

-OK, I'll move my leg. Move away.
-Where?

-Oh, not good. Not good, not good!
-Yeah, yeah. I agree.

Do you have KY?

No, I do not have KY.
This is not the '90s.

Well, I think I think
you might be dry.

OK.

I mean, that happens
to lots of girls.

It's the alcohol.
Don't sweat it.

Besides, we don't
have to have sex.

We could do, uh...

We could do... other stuff.

Are you kidding?

I mean, I came all the way here
in the middle of the night.

You can go!

-Seriously?
-Yep.

What's the Wi-Fi password?
I need to call an Uber.

Fuck you.

Is the "F" lowercase or capital?

Fuck!

Bye.

Oh, what the fuck?

No, that's disgusting. Why
would you do that to yourself?

Hey, are you okay?

I just watched a guy, like,

cut his dick open and
eat a piece of it.

But I guess that's culinary,
though, and I should approve it.

Hey, hey, if you're gonna throw up,
try to actually do it in a trash can

because they charge for
carpet cleaning here.

I just uh... I
just need some air.

Okay, well, lunch is in 16 minutes,
so just try to hang on until then.

Not cool, Daisy. He was about to
drop. I would have won the pool.

That's cheating!

So where were you
before Paladin?

Graduate school for
computer science and coding.

Holy shit, you are...

tragically overqualified
for this job.

In my spare time I've been working on
an algorithm that can review tickets.

It, uh, tracks a percentage
of users that flag the post

and looks for trigger words
in the comment section.

It's pretty rudimentary, but...

They tried that,
but it didn't work.

This is one of the very few times where
people are more reliable than computers.

That seems illogical.

Yeah, but computers
can't feel grief.

Which is technically our only real job
requirement, if you think about it.

They're paying us for our pain.

That almost looks
peaceful lying there.

Yeah, almost.

What are you supposed to do
if it grabs a hold of you?

Fight. Yes.

I mean, they're
ambush predators,

so they're actually more
dangerous when you can't see them.

That's how they get you.

Just like we practiced.
Let's try it, okay?

Grab the collar...

Push forward, use momentum
to drive that knee.

Knee, knee.

Yeah, but "that" guy...
I ghosted him last week.

This guy I was
talking to at the bar,

I knew his ex-girlfriend. We
went to high school together.

But actually, I haven't
spoken to her in years.

I mean, she's just so fucking
annoying on Instagram.

She's just trying to be this
fitness influencer. She just sucks.

And her arms are fat.

It's like, girl, go do some push-ups,
and then you can influence me.

-You're not listening.
-Sorry.

Your turn to vent, I
know. I'm listening.

Vent? What do you mean, vent? I
don't give a fuck about these people.

Vent!

-It's vodka. Little vodka?
-I'm all set, thanks.

Do you by chance have a
gun that I could borrow?

What?

For like a day or two.

Why do you think I own a gun?

You seem like a gun guy.

Go fuck yourself! Go
fuck yourself in the ass.

It's not an insult!

You talk about flamethrowers
and bombs every day.

-How is this an insult?
-That is totally...

different.

Oh, okay. Sorry,
I didn't realize.

A gun isn't the sort of thing that
people just lend each other, anyway.

Well, I wouldn't know. I've
never even touched one.

I was going to... People
say it's therapeutic.

I was going to go to the
range and try it out.

Is this some sort
of cry for help?

'Cause honestly,
I-I got nothing.

No. It was just a favor, if
it wasn't too inconvenient.

Okay. I don't have a gun, Daisy.

-I don't have a gun.
-Okay.

-Yeah?
-Thanks anyways.

-Have a...
-Enjoy...

Thank you. You should do it.

Do what?

Shoot something.
Might feel good.

Okay.

Please don't! Please,
please, please don't!

Somebody help!

Yes?

You're a fucking scumbag.

-Excuse me?
-You heard me.

Yeah, I have no idea why
you would say that to me.

Aaahhh!

-What the fuck, lady!
-You made this!

-No, I didn't!
-You posted this!

You put this online for people!

-No, I fucking didn't!
-Then somebody at your house did.

-Stay away from me!
-Why are you lying?

You fucking posted it!
Why are you lying?!

-You fucking posted this!
-I am not fucking lying!

You know who's a
fucking scumbag? You!

What are you doing shoving
that shit in my face?

You're sick!

Was grad school really hard?

It wasn't so bad, but if
you treat it like a job,

you can pretend you're in
college all over again, you know.

Yeah.

Did you learn a lot?

I hope so.

You're probably really
good with computers, then.

Isn't everyone our age?

Well, I just assume you can do
things that most people can't.

I guess.

Like, you think you
could find someone?

-Online?
-Yeah.

Like, their address or...

their job or just
information about them.

I mean, you don't really need
computer skills for that.

That's just basic
internet stalking.

Well, the thing is, I only
know what he looks like.

I'm just asking for a name.

I know what you're asking
for, and I'm not doing it.

-Why?
-Because it's stupid and dangerous.

For you to tell me a name?

-What happens after that?
-Nothing.

Then why do you
want it so badly?

I...

I just want to look
him in the eyes.

Okay, so I give you the name, you
look him in the eye. Then what?

I'll just live
happily ever after.

Daisy, this guy's a maniac.
He will hurt you or worse.

-No, he won't.
-How do you know that?

Daisy, things will
get better, right?

Please, please!

Come on, name your price. I
will do anything! Anything...

Daisy, uh... I'm gay.

What?

-Like, I like dick.
-No!

Not sexually! Not whoring
myself out to you!

Okay, now you seriously have to
fucking help me for being a dickhead.

Fuck... fuck.

Aaahhh!

Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh!

What do you want?

Uh...

Another content
moderator had an episode.

This one was mild, so
I handled the fallout.

But it's probably time to invest in
an emergency kit or a crash cart.

No, I just told you corporate
has their boots on our throats.

It's important that they think
Paladin is nothing but smiling faces.

If they find out people are
keeling over, they'll shut us down.

But we should keep our employees safe
while they're punching our clock, right?

There won't be a clock to punch if
we piss off the people that pay us.

-Do you want that on your conscience?
-No, of course not.

You should organize a happy
hour for team bonding,

whatever the fuck it's called.

A little distraction should
be good for everyone.

Cash bar.

Okay, I mean, I can
arrange something

for next week so
you could join us.

Yeah. I'd rather
set myself on fire.

Yeah.

I'm dancing.

Alright guys, cheers.

How do you say it in Singapore?

Uh, jiak-sai.

-What does that mean?
-It means eat shit.

-Seriously?
-Yeah.

-Yeah. Okay, eat shit, everybody.
-Jiak-Sai!

Did you just make up that name?

Okay, okay, Linda just
bought cocaine with Venmo.

What a world.

What a world!

-What's your worst?
-Huh?

What do you mean, worst?

That one that's planted
roots, kept you up at night,

popped into your head
on Christmas morning.

Don't you want a break?

Isn't that the
point of this thing?

Can we talk about
something else?

How could we?

-Mine's "Funky Town."
-Oh, yeah.

What's "Funky Town"?

It's a torture tape.

Super popular disco soundtrack.

Skin everywhere.
It's disgusting...

It actually happened like 10
minutes away from where I grew up.

That's why it bothered me, 'cause
this shit is closer than you think.

And you?

My brother was a Marine, so...

anything with soldiers...
really gets me.

-I'm sorry, that's sad.
-No, don't be sad.

He was a fucking...
a fucking... he...

Paul?

I don't know. I guess...
I don't have one yet.

-Not like you guys.
-Then get out!

And we all know what
Daisy's is, so...

how about we talk about
literally anything else?

Okay, sure, like what?

All right, girl, I
think I'm going to go.

-I'm going to stay.
-You're drunk.

I know, that's why
I'm going to stay.

Okay, so have fun, be safe,

and if Bob starts looking
fuckable, leave immediately.

-Bye.
-Bye.

This is why porn
is a good thing.

People get nasty urges, and
then instead of acting on them,

you watch a video, and then like
magic, the nastiness is gone.

Well, what if the opposite
happens and you watch a video

and the nastiness sneaks
in? What do you do then?

I don't know.

Watch another video.

But everybody keeps saying that it's
fake, but does it even fucking matter?

Because it's all I can think about,
and I can't shut the fuck up about it.

This ticket had two million
views before I deleted it.

That's two million people getting
off on someone else's pain.

Violence goes viral.
Always has, always will.

Look, I know the video
you're talking about.

You did a good thing
taking it down.

You've watched that video?

It popped up in my feed.

Out of nowhere?

You know how these things go.

We have no control
over what we see.

Right.

So, uh, I'm about to lock up,

but I'd be happy to continue this
conversation elsewhere if you want.

No, thank you.

Come on.

All this talk of porn, and it
didn't put you in the mood?

Well, I guess it did.

In a way.

-Should I get rough?
-Yes, please.

How rough?

As rough as you want.

Okay.

Aah! Fuck! What do you...? Aah!

Wait! Aah! Oh, God! Aah!

Stop! Aah!

Please! Wait! Stop! Stop!

Aah! Stop! Aah! Wait! Stop!

-The cops are here.
-Yeah.

What happened?

Someone working the
overnight shift had a stroke

or a seizure or something bad,
and nobody knew what to do,

which made a shitty
situation even shittier.

Oh, my God, that's
awful. Is he OK?

I mean, the management said he'll be
fine, but that's what they always say.

They don't want to give us
a reason to stop working.

Where did he sit?

There.

Yes.

Money from the pool.

Give it to him or
his kids or whatever.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Are you hungry? I can
make you grilled cheese.

No, thank you. That's
a very sweet offer.

I need to check something.

What happened to your
"no phones rule"?

This is just something with
work that I have to handle.

When's your dad back tonight?

10:30.

Um...

Okay, I have to go to
my office real quick.

-Right now?
-Yeah, yeah, just for one hour.

I'll put a movie on, and
I'll be back when it's over.

But I'll be by myself.

You'll be just for a little
bit. I'll lock the door.

You will be totally
fine, I promise.

I know I'll be fine,
but I'll get bored.

Welcome.

This is it. We got
some coffee over there,

some candy and stuff here.

And that's my favorite
corner right there.

Where is everybody?

On the way.

First off, sign these and
no stage names, alright.

Everything's got to match
your driver's license exactly.

We do everything
above board here.

Also, do you know this guy? He
owes me money for my license.

Oh, there's no phones
allowed in here.

Sorry. Company policy.

Okay, I'll go put it in my car.

Yeah, well that one's locked.
It closes automatically.

We can't have people just coming
in and out of here like that

while the cameras are
rolling, so we keep it locked.

Okay, can you unlock it for me?

Not until you signed the forms.

I'm not signing anything.

Do you want some socks
for those cold feet?

No, seriously though, I mean if you
leave without finishing your paperwork,

I can't let you back in.

Why?

What's the other option?

Sign forms, hand me your
phone, and make two-fifty?

I choose door number one.

Have a great evening
then, beautiful.

Aaahhh!

Violet.

Hi.

-You left my 10-year-old alone?!
-I'm so sorry.

Sorry doesn't really cut
it. You weren't here!

And you didn't bother to text me, which
is both selfish and fucking stupid.

What can I do to make it right?

Nothing.

Please leave a
message at the tone.

Hi, it's Daisy.

Um, calling you back finally.

Sorry, it took me ten
whole years to do that.

Um, I wanted to see if
you were busy this weekend

and if you wanted to hang out.

Um, yeah.

So I'll be waiting to
hear from you, or not.

So, either way is good.

Okay, uh, hope you're having
a good one. All right, bye.

A patient with AB
negative blood type

cannot receive transfusions
from which blood types?

AB negative recipients
are positive incompatible,

so A positive, B positive,
AB positive, and O positive.

Correct. Ten points!

Is it bad that I don't
know my own blood type?

That's not ideal.

Well, shit.

Oh, that is disgusting.

What is it?

Decubitus ulcers?

Oh, those can get nasty.

Yeah, I could never do this.
I'm already traumatized.

Well, I don't know if I can do it either.
Right now I'm just looking at pictures.

Well, I believe in you.

Did you hear that?

My neighbor does
chores on the weekend.

I can't listen to this.

Uh...

You get used to it.

Mm-hmm.

-No!
-Where are you going?

Tell this guy enough with the
handyman shit for the day!

-Why?
-Because it's driving me fucking crazy!

Hello! Stop, fuck off.
There are people in here.

Stop it, asshole! Fuck you!

Are you okay?

I am now.

Is there anything I can do?

Yeah, you can have sex with
me, so I know that I can.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Hey. All right, where
did you get those?

-Online.
-That simple, huh?

That simple.

Can I try one?

Sure. They're from a
shitty website, so...

they're probably sugar pills, and
they don't do anything, but yeah.

-Can I try two, then?
-Sure.

Yeah.

Thank you.

-You should swallow the pills.
-That's just how I do it.

Yeah.

I miss you too.

Can I talk to Mommy?

Well, you left in a hurry.

I did.

Joy was pissed.

I, uh... found a name.

Look, I don't know what you're
planning on doing with it,

and...

to be honest, I
don't want to know.

But if you think it's gonna
help in some way, so be it.

Just, uh...

Don't get hurt. Alright?

Once ground zero...

Just a reminder: that guy's banned
from pretty much every platform.

Enjoy looking at him.

Okay.

And, by the way, clean
your neck, please.

Okay.

Not sure what that has
to do with anything.

She's starting to
fucking lose it.

Holy shit.

You know what? I don't think
anyone is going to recognize you.

You did.

Yeah, 'cause I was there, I
remember what you were wearing.

I can barely see your
face in the video.

So was it like kind of
self-defense or kind of?

No.

No?

No.

Okay. What do you want me to do?

I don't know. It's
your ticket, not mine.

It doesn't break
any of our rules,

so deleting it might
bring more attention.

I don't want to get
you into any trouble.

Maybe I deserve
to be in trouble.

Daisy, it's not you.

It's this fucking
place, it's not you.

It's got a lot of views. The
guy never filed a police report.

I checked, so you're
probably in the clear.

Still, though, it's
so fucking ugly.

"Girls boss destroys."

Yeah, it's ugly.

I went on a date...
or I tried to.

But I got upset, and I left.

We're-we're supposed to talk
about work-related issues.

Yes, I left because of a ticket.

Okay, and what specifically
about this ticket

made you do that?

It bothered me.

Can you explain why?

Sometimes vocalizing an image

stuck in your head
can help root it out.

Well, you make that sound easy.

Just give it a go.

Um...

Mmm. People want to hurt people.

Okay, so in this video there
was an act of violence.

Yes, and it made me want
to hurt someone too.

I see.

You know, sometimes
when I go for a run, um,

to pump myself up, I daydream
about getting into a fight,

defending my wife, punching
some jerk for accosting her.

It's quite a common fantasy,
but it's not a healthy one.

It's actually quite selfish putting
someone else in a position of danger

to make myself feel empowered.

But if that actually happened, you
wouldn't be putting her in danger.

You'd be protecting her from it.

Sure, but my point is,
in these situations,

we tend to ignore the victim and
focus instead on the villain.

We funnel our energy
into revenge or justice

or whatever you want to call it,
and we develop a hero complex.

But you're not the hero here, Daisy.
This isn't some detective story.

You're just a regular
person doing a regular job.

Yes, thank you.

But maybe the girl in the video wants
that guy to suffer like she did.

It's what I would want.

You have an impulse, yeah?

To take action, which
is a wonderful thing.

Unless that impulse is to
do something not wonderful.

-It is not an impulse.
-What is it then?

I try to forget, and I
keep getting reminded

over and over, and I
know it sounds crazy,

but it feels like the
universe is telling me:

"Go find this guy!"

Because it feels like our
fates are intertwined,

and I can't feel free until I
fucking do something about it.

But that's simply
not true, Daisy.

How do you know that?

Because if it were true, you'd
be talking to him now, not me.

Just a sec, wait. What?

I quit.

Your employee contract
requires two weeks' notice

before resignation takes effect.

If you don't oblige,
we'll take it to court.

Two weeks it is.

No!

Fuck! No!

Fuck! Aah!

Poor guy.

Fuck!

Don't fucking do it, bro.

Okay, I get it.

Daisy Morris?

Tell me something you
learned at your last job.

Well, I was in tech, and while I
learned nothing about computers,

it taught me a lot about people.

Because that's what the
internet is. It's just people.

And for a while my biggest
desire was to help these people,

which is why I
wanted to be a nurse.

Yes, that's why many young men and
women enter the field of medicine.

I'm sure you hear this
all the time, but...

we think we need to devote ourselves
to something noble and altruistic.

Something that makes our lives
meaningful and important,

but this job taught me that
not everyone deserves...

help.

Some people deserve
the opposite.

I realize that's not the best
thing to say in a job interview,

but what I'm getting at is:

I have learned how to hold
myself and others to task.

That's a good skill. Very good.

Another thing I learned:

There are three types of people:

people who make
the world better,

people who make the world worse,

and people who watch.

Most people, they watch.

That's it. That's all they do.

I would rather be
one of the other two.

Let me make sure I
have this correct:

You'd rather make the world
worse than do nothing?

Yes.

Okay, now you lost me.

Well, bad things
happen no matter what.

And sometimes the only
way to stop a bad thing...

...is with another bad thing.

You know, I'm not sure
I agree with you there.

Well, I figured you wouldn't.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

As interesting as
all this may be,

I don't quite understand how it
pertains to the question I asked.

Or our meeting. Or a career
in your desired field.

Oh no, it's related.

Well, you might think so,
but I'm not seeing it.

Trust me, it's all related.