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- One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two-

- No babe, no please? - One, two, three.

(tense pensive music)

One, two....

- [Anna] Babe, come on.

- One second, I just need to finish this.

- [Anna] You don't need to do anything, babe.

- I know, I know. (sighing)

- No, you don't work there.

You do not have to fix anybody's shelves.

(pensive rhythmic music)

Is it the exposure therapy,

is that what's making you spiral?

- I don't know, I guess.

- It's gonna be fine, Owen.

(camera snapping photo)

Can you just trust me, please?

- I know, you're right.

- See?

Breathe.

Don't forget, we got rid of the string of doom.

(abrupt dramatic tone)

No, no, no, no, no, don't throw it away!

Don't,

please, please, please! - Owen stop,

this is good for you- - Don't throw it away!

- This is good for you! - No, no, no!

Please, I'll do anything.

Please- - I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - Please don't do it,

don't do it!

(tense ascending music)

- That didn't leave your pocket for years,

but you overcame it.

- Uh-huh.

- And Owen, next to the string of doom,

your other compulsions? Walk in the park.

We got this.

(cupboard door creaking)

- Yeah, I don't feel like "we" got this.

- No babe, please.

Owen, this is important for me, for us.

Like if you can get through tonight, oh my God,

dinner on Saturday's gonna be the easiest thing in the world

with my parents.

(spoon stirring)

Is that what's worrying you, meeting my parents?

(deep string music)

(chaotic rhythmic music)

(ominous ascending music)

- No, of course not.

- Okay, good.

(gasping) Ooh, babe, can you get some vanilla ice cream?

I know you worry you can get frostbite from holding the tub,

that's like great exposure for you.

- Vanilla ice cream, sounds good.

- [Anna] Yay, thank you.

(abrupt tense music)

- Fuck.

- [Anna] What?

(deep tense music) (voices whispering)

- There's a Rocky Road in the vanilla section.

- Owen.

- I gotta move it.

- Owen no, don't do it.

No Owen, stop!

Think.

Tell me what moving the Rocky Road is gonna do.

(voices whispering)

If you say it out loud,

you can just hear how irrational the thought is.

- Are you crazy?

I don't wanna speak it into existence.

(tense music fading)

- Okay, I agree with that.

- With what, me moving it?

- No!

Owen, just resist the urges.

(voices whispering)

Please, for me.

(voices continue whispering)

(freezer door shutting)

(Owen breathing)

- I know, you're right.

Again, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

I love you.

- Walking away.

- [Anna] I'm so proud.

(deep ominous music)

(voices whispering)

- Um, is there anything else I can grab?

- [Anna] Um, I dunno, lemme think.

(scanner beeping)

(camera snapping photo)

(buttons clicking) (liquid bubbling)

- Psst. (scanner beeping)

(packages rustling)

(whistling) Psst, hey.

(deep tense music)

Hey, you're just gonna leave that ice cream there?

(tense pensive music)

- Um, hey babe?

- [Anna] Yeah Owen, I'm still thinking.

- Hey, do your fuckin' job, soldier.

- (laughing) You got the wrong guy, sir, I'm sorry.

- Wrong guy. (grunting)

Yeah, right, okay.

That's your bed, you sleep in it.

Coward.

- Hey babe, I'm just gonna pay for what I've got,

there's this crazy guy talkin' to me.

- Crazy guy, I'm the crazy guy?

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll see.

This fuckin' place.

Disorganized.

(tense pensive music) (text pinging)

- Are you still there, babe?

(Owen hyperventilating)

- Uh oh.

Hmm, it doesn't look so good.

You know, ya might be sick.

- No, no, no, I'm not sick,

I just get nosebleeds when it's hot or when I'm stressed.

- Uh, no, it could be the brain cancer.

I did warn ya.

- Sir, could you just, please, just give me some space?

Thanks. - Huh?

Yeah, sure thing.

Pussy.

(footsteps thumping) (Owen hyperventilating)

- Who are you talking to?

- The crazy guy, he won't leave me alone.

- [Crazy Guy] Hey, speaking of alone-

- [Reporter] Declare a state of emergency-

- That place looks familiar.

- [Reporter] Gas leak in the area.

Residents are being urged to evacuate immediately,

as it appears that the source of the gas leak

is coming from the house directly behind-

- Wait, is that...

Babe, is there a news crew outside of our building?

- Oh yeah, how do you know that?

They've been here all day, I don't know why.

(blinds clicking)

- Anna, I need you to listen to me right now.

- Yes Owen, I'm listening.

(phone buzzing)

(deep tense music)

- What the fuck?

I never wore that.

- The internet these days.

People do a whole lotta diggin'.

- Babe?

- Yeah, sorry.

Anna, I need you to get outta there right now.

- What?

- I think there's a gas leak!

- [Reporter] Authorities have worked tirelessly

around the clock to contain the leak.

- Nice try, Owen,

but you're not getting outta this exposure therapy, alright?

- Anna, I'm being serious!

(phone pinging)

(Owen grunting)

(phone pinging repeatedly)

What the fuck?

- Owen, you better not bail on me tonight.

- You do bail on a lot of important shit, Owen.

(Owen hyperventilating)

- No, Owen, Owen.

Wait, what was it about candles that triggered you again?

(deep tense music)

- Anna, no!

(explosion blasting)

(static crackling)

Anna.

(muffled screeching music) (Owen hyperventilating)

- See what you did, hmm?

(static crackling)

All because you're too chicken shit to do your job!

You're god-given duty to make the world right.

- I didn't... (stammering)

- (stammering) I didn't what, huh?

Now look, Anna, God rest her soul,

she didn't know what you do.

Nobody knows what you do, but I do.

(helicopter whirring)

- Who are you?

- Don't worry about that, okay?

That's top secret information.

All you gotta know is that your compulsions,

the consequences if you don't go through with them are real,

and only you can fix it.

- How?

(momentous string music)

- You know.

- The ice cream.

Now, let's get goin', alright?

'Cause this shit's about to end!

- Okay.

- Yeah, let's go!

- Fuck it. - Let's go!

(chocolate bars spilling) (Owen yelling)

- What the fuck is wrong with my leg?

- Let's go. (Owen grunting)

Owen, get up, get goin'!

(deep tense music)

No!

No!

- Owen, get up right now!

(Owen panting)

Jesus Christ, boy. (Owen grunting)

Double time, get goin'!

(voices whispering)

Let's go!

Shit's about to end means

Go fast, move!

(overlapping voices)

I know you can go faster than that.

(descending tense music)

(momentous string music swelling)

Come on soldier, get your shit done!

Go Owen, move, move!

Crawl like a man, not like a baby, Owen!

(momentous string music)

(voices whispering)

(freezer door shutting)

(overlapping voices)

(signal wavering)

(gentle pensive music)

(footsteps padding)

(deep ominous music)

- (panting) Okay, I did it, is that it?

- You did what you should have done before.

- Oh thank you, thank God.

Is everything back to normal?

- Not really.

I mean, what's happened's happened,

you can't reverse it now.

- Well, but the ice cream, I followed my compulsion.

- Yeah, ya fixed that, but what about the rest of this mess?

- Wait.

Wait, what do I do?

(Crazy Guy sighing)

(footsteps padding)

- There's nothin' you can do, soldier.

You fucked up.

(bell chiming)

- No, no, no, don't go! (panting)

(door shutting)

(ascending tense music)

(voices whispering)

(bell chiming)

- Ay this a motherfuckin' robbery!

Open that register right now, bitch!

(paper rustling)

Everyone get the fuck down!

- You heard him, get the fuck down!

- Oh my God.

(gentle pensive music)

- Hey, you!

(Owen whimpering)

Hey, you work for Scamazon?

- Yeah.

- Hey, where the fuck is my package, man?

- What?

I don't... What package?

- [Robber] I ordered a package three weeks ago.

- Three weeks!

- A motherfuckin' bidet.

I still ain't got that bitch.

You know how dirty my ass is right now?

Hey, I know you.

Ay, you that racist.

- What? No!

- That's... Is that?

(gentle pensive music)

- Oh yeah, yeah, that's the guy you showed me in the car.

- Ooh, in the car.

Yo, your shit is goin' viral!

- No, I'm not even like that, I swear,

that's not even me in the photo!

- You racist piece of shit!

- Piece of shit!

(gun rattling)

- [Robber] Hey, we should shoot his racist ass.

- I mean, yeah, let's do it.

(guns clicking)

(gun firing repeatedly)

(tense rhythmic music)

(tense rhythmic music slowing)

(droning ominous music)

(Owen grunting and panting)

(droning ominous music continues)

(ascending ominous music)

(gun clicking) (gentle pensive music)

(Owen breathing heavily)

(gun cocking)

(gun firing)

(high-pitched screeching noise)

- [Anna] Resist the urges.

Please, for me.

(freezer door shutting)

- (laughing) You're right, I'm sorry.

Walking away now.

- This is gonna be great, okay?

- I'll see ya at home.

(gentle pensive music) (footsteps padding)

(gum squishing)

Hey.

(items thudding)

(scanner beeping)

- That will be $11.11, sir.

- Make a wish.

(money rustling)

(voices whispering)

Keep the change.

(gentle pensive music continues)

(gum squishing)

(bell chiming)

(cars passing in background)

(siren wailing in background)

(swaying rhythmic music)

(lighter clicking)

♪ I put a spell on you ♪

(swaying rhythmic music continues)

(air whooshing)