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- Hey.

Hey, you.

Come here.

- Hello.

- You're here for the graveyard shift, right?

- Yes, I am.

- Sorry, my boss told me like five minutes ago,

I'm training someone tonight.

First time?

- Excuse me?

- First time doing security?

I can tell.

- You can tell?

- Yeah, noobs always give off a certain vibe.

Anyway, name's Lucas.

- I guess you gotta start somewhere, right?

I'm Hilda.

So yeah, I got my guard card

and I did those online training modules.

- So you survived all the ultimate time wasters?

Alright, well, let's get started.

Come on, I'll give you a tour inside.

- Okay.

- So this is our base of operations.

- And what exactly is all this?

- Your guess is as good as mine.

The client basically pays us to watch all this shit,

so who are we to complain?

It's basically free money.

Now here is our lovely state-of-the-art kitchen.

I stock it myself on occasion.

Only the best stuff.

Now here's a life hack for you.

These water bottles, they also function as a sink.

- Welcome to the guard room.

I'll clean it up later, just leave it there.

- When was the last time these floors were cleaned?

- Don't get too close to the floor, okay?

I've seen roaches and rodents run through there.

- Okay.

- Here, grab a seat.

- So, this is it?

- Well, yeah, what did you expect?

- I don't know.

I was picturing something different in my head.

Let me guess,

you're picturing something a little more high-tech?

A whole crack team of security agents

keeping their eyes glued on a wall of monitors 24/7?

You've been watching too many movies, kid.

Truth be told, this company does not give a shit.

- Well, I don't know,

but at least I guess I was expecting someplace cleaner.

- Yeah, well, you get used to the filth, honestly.

- So, what is it that we do here?

- You're looking at it.

Just keep your eye on the monitor.

Use this remote to switch through the different camera feeds.

You can use this or the main console right here.

- What's with the broken monitor?

Yeah, that.

Um.

We used to look at all our archive footage on that computer,

but we only have the live feed to work with now.

- What happened to it?

- Some homeless guy came through here and busted it up.

There's a whole camp of degradation people

living across the street.

They like to run through here from time to time.

- You know, I think advocates call them unhoused now.

- Jesus Christ.

Do these fucking advocates

and activists ever give it a goddamn rest?

I mean, back in my day, we called them what they were.

Tramps, hobos, degenerates, deadbeats, pieces of shit.

I mean, do we need to rewrite

the English dictionary every ten years?

Jesus.

- Yeah, it can be very hard to keep up with all that.

- Luckily, you don't have to worry about that too much.

I mean, you're working the graveyard shift.

Everything's closed during those hours.

Everyone's sleeping.

- And what do we do if there's an issue that happens?

- Sight phone.

We use this to make all our calls and receive all our calls,

give our, you know, hourly reports.

Speaking of which,

I think it's about that time right now we do our first report.

Why don't you follow me?

So what made you choose this lovely career path?

- I needed money.

- Yeah, don't we all?

Seriously, this line of work tends to draw in the weirdos.

- It was either this or customer service.

And I hate customer service.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I worked at McDonald's for two months and I almost lost my mind.

Do you know people can be really picky about their food?

I had this one guy complain

because there was a tiny onion in his burger.

Just eat the freaking burger, man.

One onion is not gonna kill you.

- People can be dicks.

You know, that's why I like working here, you know?

No manager breathing down my neck.

No co-workers bickering in my ear.

I get to be my own boss.

- It seems you can get lonely, though.

- Not really.

I tend to make all my family calls when I'm on the clock.

That way I don't have to do it when I'm, you know,

back at home with them.

Hey!

Yes, you!

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Hey! Excuse me.

- Sorry, man.

- You see a bathroom sign hanging down from that fence?

- I couldn't hold it.

Everything's locked.

What am I supposed to do?

- So you thought you'd just come over here and do it here?

- No.

- You think I like to smell your fucking piss

while I'm doing my rounds?

- No, no, not at all.

- How do you think that shit smells?

- Probably pretty bad.

- That's right, really bad.

Fucking terrible.

You fucking animal.

- Sorry, man.

- You have anything else to say for yourself?

- Sorry, dude.

- Come here, my guy.

If I catch you down here one more time pissing on my fence,

I'm gonna grab you by your fucking head.

I'm gonna piss down your goddamn throat.

We'll see how you like it, okay?

That's right, run.

You fucking run, asshole!

- Jeez, did you have to be that harsh?

- Got him to leave, didn't it?

Alright, so you're gonna want to do

a patrol every hour on the hour.

Make sure there's no suspicious activity going on out here.

And if you see any homeless people,

you kick their sorry asses out of here.

You're gonna take three pictures with this phone.

Now, the pictures could be of anything.

The trees, the buildings, the ground, the sky, your ass.

It doesn't matter because no one's ever gonna check the report.

- Then what's the point?

- Well, they might check it if something major goes down,

but honestly, it's just busy work to make it seem like

you're actually doing something significant here.

- So basically,

we walk around every hour and take three pictures, right?

- Yep, boom.

Pretty much mastered this job already.

So what in the hell is this?

- Is that somebody we know?

- No.

No one's supposed to be here right now.

Well, we should probably go talk to the son of a bitch, right?

Probably just some dumbass kids

dealing or doing drugs out of the car.

- Do we have to?

- Part of the job, remember?

Come on.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, fuck you!

See, my rule around here is they cut you off, you flip them off.

But he's not coming back.

Uniform does most of the work for you.

- Does scary things like this happen often?

- Scary?

Girl, this is the easiest money you're ever gonna make.

- Okay.

- So after every patrol,

you're gonna want to send your pictures to the main office.

Basically, all you're gonna put is, area secured, and hit send.

- And that's it?

- That's it.

So now,

we have approximately 56 minutes before your next patrol.

So...

- Wait.

What?

Are we allowed to drink on the clock?

Aren't you worried about getting chopped?

- Um, excuse me, Mr. Manager?

Is it okay if we have a drink?

I don't think he seems to mind.

Bottoms up.

- Okay, then.

So, seriously, this is all there is to this job?

- Pretty much.

I mean, you got it easy doing the graveyard shift.

It's pretty quiet for the most part.

Barely anyone calls the safe phone.

- Do they call the sight phone often?

- Very rarely.

There's this warehouse at the end of the street.

They like to complain about anything.

So usually I just take my time getting down there,

so by the time I do get down there,

the issue already resolved itself.

- Well, I guess just the act of calling the guard helps.

Right?

So, is there anything we need to do before we leave?

- No, not really.

I mean, we're just killing time

before the morning shift guard arrives.

Guy's name is Patrick.

Nice guy, but he's one of those foreigners.

Doesn't speak much English.

Speak of the devil.

What up, Pat?

- Hello, hello.

No fire. - No fire.

No homeless. - No homeless.

No car crash. - No car crash.

No break in. - No break in.

New guard?

- Yeah, this is Hilda.

She's doing the graveyard shift.

- Graveyard shift.

Yes, yes, good.

- Hi, I'm Hilda.

Nice to meet you.

- Good to meet. I'm Patrick.

- Nice kid.

- What was with the...

- Yeah, the handshake thing.

That's just something we do

just to confirm that the area is clear outside.

But don't worry,

you don't have to worry about that.

Usually it's no fire, no homeless,

no break in, no car crash type day.

So you're good, girl, all right?

- So you do pass on anything that happened

to the following guard?

- Yep.

In this case, not a goddamn thing.

So the floor is yours.

It was a pleasure training you, Miss Hilda.

I'm going to go sleep off this hangover.

And until next time, I bid you adieu.

- Yes, it was a pleasure training with you.

- Likewise.

So, place is yours.

I mean, do whatever you want.

I mean, hell, I can flick your bean for all I care.

Have at it.

- Have you seen how dirty it is in here?

No thanks.

I'll leave that for home.

- Hey, I'm just saying.

There's no one here to judge.

Except maybe God.

Peace.

- Bye, Patrick.

- See you tomorrow.

- No suspicious activity detected.

No suspicious activity detected.

Excuse me, sir?

You cannot be here.

I'm going to need you to move.

Sir?

You cannot be here.

This is private property.

I'm going to need you to leave.

Thanks for your cooperation.

- Rip your fucking head off.

- Excuse me?

- I'm going to rip your fucking head off!

- Sir, you can go anywhere else but not here.

Please move along.

- I'll kill you.

I'll fucking kill you!

- If you stay here, you're trespassing

and I will call the police.

Okay then.

- Good morning.

Well, hello.

- No fire?

- There was no fire.

- No homeless?

- Actually, yes.

There was one unhoused, yes.

- One unhoused?

- Yeah, you know, homeless.

- Good, good.

Homeless leave.

That I like.

- It was an old man.

Kind of creepy, but don't worry.

He left.

And there were no car crashes and no break-ins.

- Good, good.

You go home now? Sleep?

- Yeah, I need to catch up on some.

Have a good one, Patrick.

- You too.

- Bye.

- Hey!

You're going the wrong way.

- My favorite part of the day.

I get to go home and look at your beautiful face.

- Yeah, rub it in now that I'm just starting.

Why don't cha.

- And how are we enjoying our first few days

of this super important job?

- Well, it's been good.

Easy money, right?

But actually, there was this creepy unhoused man yesterday.

- So we ran into our first creepy homeless?

Congratulations.

Didn't take long, did it?

- He said he was going to rip off my head.

- That's a new one.

You let him try it?

- Not funny.

It got kind of intense.

I was worried something might have gone down.

- Don't be such a pussy, okay?

These homeless guys aren't going to do shit.

They're all bark, no bite.

- Yeah, I don't know.

They don't have much to lose.

- You'll get used to it sooner or later.

- I don't know if I want to.

- Well, anyway, I'm outie.

Peace.

- No suspicious activity detected.

- Hey.

Hey, you.

Security.

- Hello? Can I help you?

- Howdy, miss.

You must be the new guard.

- Yes.

Yes, I am.

- That's fantastic.

Always great to see a new face.

- Would you like some za?

I know you guards like to work real hard and all.

- I'm good.

Thank you.

- It's probably a good idea.

This za ain't that fresh.

- Um, are you trying to get through?

Because you know there's nothing here, right?

- Yeah, I have eyes.

I can see that all the buildings are closed.

I'm on my way home.

So, there's a laundromat just a few streets that way.

And I gotta get the steps in, you see.

- I'm glad you're getting your exercise in.

- So you're the replacement for the guard that just died.

How brave of you, girl.

- What?

Excuse me?

- You know, the security guard they just found

laying in the middle of the parking lot.

What was his name?

James.

- What?

I'm just hearing about this.

- I thought they'd tell you that

considering it's important information and all.

But, what do I know?

- How, how did James die?

- Well, see, that's the thing.

I don't know.

I think it was blunt force trauma

to the upper torso or something.

You know, I used to talk to James every once in a while.

So I'd ask him, but he's dead.

Yeah.

- Right.

- Anywho, I'll let you guards do your patrol thing.

I'll let you go.

- Hello?

Lucas?

Anybody here?

Hi, Lucas.

- How'd you know it was me?

- For one, we always work the same shift.

And second, I saw you walk into the room.

There are not too many places to hide.

- Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

- Well, maybe because somebody forgot to mention that,

I don't know, a guard died here?

- What, are you talking about James?

- Yeah, the security guard that I guess I replaced.

- I'm sorry.

I thought the manager would have told you.

- The manager didn't say shit.

How did he die?

- Well, that's the thing.

Nobody knows.

The investigation's still ongoing.

If you want my opinion,

I think he just tripped and fell real hard to the ground.

- I highly doubt that.

Didn't he have blunt force trauma?

- Yeah, but maybe he just hit the ground really hard.

- Did the cameras catch anything?

- No, the archived footage was all busted up, remember?

- Can we call the manager to get this fixed?

- You can try, but I guarantee

he's not going to answer his phone.

I've already texted him like five times already.

- The mailbox is full and cannot accept

any messages at this time.

Goodbye.

- Told you.

- Does this guy ever clear his voicemail?

- I think he keeps it full on purpose

so he doesn't have to talk to us.

- What if James was murdered?

- Probably was murdered.

You want my personal theory?

I think James got a little too cocky, a little too arrogant.

He went downstairs to teach those homeless guys a lesson.

Went out there with his chest all puffed out

and they weren't having any of it.

So they grabbed some lead pipes,

started beating him over the head with it,

pushed him up against the walls,

started bucking him up, kicking the shit out of him.

What?

- That's not funny.

- Look, I don't know why you're so concerned about this, okay?

I mean, all you have to do is watch the monitor,

see what's going on outside.

You'll be fine, okay?

If you're that worried about it,

buy some pepper spray and a knife.

I don't know what to tell you.

- Are you fucking serious right now?

I'm going to try the manager again.

- Yeah, good luck with that.

I'm going home.

- The mailbox is full.

And cannot accept this.

- Yeah, I told you that's not going to work.

- Fucking manager!

Take your shit!

Hey!

Hey!

Wait!

What the...

No suspicious activity detected.

- Sixth floor.

Going down.

- Hi, good morning.

- Hi, how can I help you out?

- I was wondering if you guys have a way

to get off some footage from this hard drive?

- Yikes! What happened to this?

- Unhoused people.

- Unhoused people?

Yeah.

Okay.

Well, what is it you're trying to recover?

- Video footage?

You see, there's this guard that died at my site.

- What?

- You work at Prospect Warehouse District?

- Yeah, that place.

- What happened?

- You didn't hear about the guy that they found

just laying in the parking lot?

- No.

What?

- And I was hoping

that maybe this hard drive can help the investigation.

- Okay, well,

I'll give it to IT and see what they can come up with.

- How did the investigation team even miss that?

- I don't know.

This seems like an important piece of evidence.

- Yeah, but I don't know.

I've been working there for just two weeks, so...

- Alright, well, I will give it to IT.

It may take them a couple days to process the information.

- That's fine.

Thank you so much.

- You got it.

- So, how is Prospect treating you?

- It's a job.

Pays the bills.

- At that location, are you,

do you have a partner, or are you by yourself at that location?

- I'm by myself.

- That must be pretty creepy then?

- It's not that bad.

You kind of get used to it.

The place is more filthy than creepy, to be honest.

- Filthy.

Um, well, just be careful over there, and...

Remember, if Prospect's a little too much for you,

you can always transfer sites.

- I'll be fine.

It's mostly quiet most of the time, so...

- Well, when it's mostly quiet, that's when you, um...

Keep your eyes and ears open.

- Okay.

So, I did go to IT,

and they're getting everything processed, looking into it.

It could take up to two weeks, a couple weeks.

Is that okay?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Is there anything else we can help you with today?

- Um, actually, yes.

Do you happen to have a smaller size of uniform?

Had to cut mine.

- No.

They've had to make some financial cutbacks,

and we are all just making do with the uniforms we have.

And I like what you've done there.

It looks good.

It's all good.

You're fine.

- Okay, thank you.

- Call or text for updates.

- Okay.

- Alright, bye.

- Woo!

What?

Hey! Hey!

Hey! You!

Hey!

Excuse me?

- Come on, come on, you coward!

I know you're here.

Come on!

Come on!

Are you hiding in there?

Come on!

Come on, you owe me big time!

Where are you? Come out, come out!

- Can I help you?

- Where is he?

- Where is who?

- Come out, come out, you coward!

You think this is funny?

Hiding from me?

Have you seen James?

- No, I have not.

- If you're still here in ten minutes,

and I still don't have my money,

I'm going to come back.

And kill you.

- Guess I'll be doing driving patrols tonight.

- Charlotte Grace and her family were looking forward

to celebrating wedding arrangements made with her fiancé,

James Spree,

until tragedy struck at Prospect Warehouse District,

where James was found dead lying in the parking lot.

The investigation of his death is currently still ongoing.

Unfortunately, this morning, the bodies of Charlotte Grace,

Nora Grace and John Grace were discovered in the family home

with gunshot wounds, the police said in a statement.

Apparently, the cause of death is suicide.

Officers found a note in the house from Charlotte Grace

mentioning she could not live without the love of her life.

According to San Jose County District Attorney Ron Origins,

there is no mention of foul play at this time.

- Hey, sleeping beauty.

It's shift change time, remember?

Sorry I ruined your nap.

- No, you're, you're good.

Let me, um, let me just clean all this shit up.

- Did you know that the family in-laws of James,

they all died?

- What is it now?

- Well, apparently after James died here,

the family he was going to get married to,

they all committed suicide.

- Okay, so?

- Okay, so, well, it's weird, isn't it?

- Girl, welcome to security.

It's full of weird shit going on

Speaking of which, there's a tent outside

you should probably keep your eye on.

- A tent?

- Yeah.

It's right outside the...

Let me just show you.

Here, the sight phone.

Come on.

These homeless shitheads mooching off our property once again.

Look at this shit.

They have the balls to set up a tent

and everything like they own the goddamn place.

- Did you kick him out?

- Well, I denta see him, but if you happen to run into him,

you kick his fucking ass, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Good girl.

- Hey, you okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

I'm just dealing with one bitch of a hangover right now.

- You okay to drive?

- Yeah.

I've made it home in a lot worse condition than this before.

It's just an average Tuesday for me, girl.

On that note, I'll let you have at it.

Feel free to throw this fucking monstrosity

in the dumpster when you get a chance.

And hey, don't you get killed out there.

Bad guys everywhere.

- Good night.

- The Binder.

Hello?

Anyone back there?

Anyone sleeping here?

Shit.

Hello?

Anyone here?

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck this.

- It's me, it's me.

- Patrick.

Woo.

- You?

Good?

- Yes.

No, yes.

You just caught me by surprise, that's all.

Woo.

- No fire?

- There was no fire, but...

I recommend you don't go out in the back today.

- Back?

Why?

- There's an unhoused who does not seem friendly.

- You report?

- Yeah, no.

Yes, I will make sure to put it in the app.

- Good, good.

That I like.

- Woo.

Okay.

Have a nice shift, Patrick.

And wait till the sun comes up to do the first patrol, okay?

- Yes, sun, warm.

Exactly. - See you tomorrow.

- Yes.

See you tomorrow, Patrick.

- No, we don't want what you're selling.

- Wait, wait.

Hold on a second.

I'm not here to sell anything.

I'm just wondering if I can ask you if James lived here?

- James?

How did you know my son?

He doesn't owe you anything, does he?

- No, no, no.

No, actually, I never met James.

And I'm so sorry for your loss.

I just work where he used to and...

I don't know.

Something about his story just called out to me.

Is it okay if you tell me more about him?

- I got nobody else to talk to, so...

Sure, come on in.

- Thank you.

- Go and have a seat.

- Thank you.

- Sorry.

I don't have any milk.

So there won't be any dunkin' today.

- You're fine.

I prefer these cookies dry anyway, so...

- Well, I was worried you might be

another one of those debt collectors

sent here to harass me again.

But I'm glad you're not.

- Debt collectors?

- Yeah.

You see, when my wife, May, died, James's stepmom,

it really messed poor James up.

He was really into poker.

It started out as an innocent childhood game.

We'd gamble with Oreos,

and he got so good he would win the entire bag.

And then he would sit there and eat them all in front of us

as sort of as a victory celebration.

Just a good family fun time.

But his gambling addiction got the best of him over the years.

And soon he started gambling with money he didn't have.

And when you start owing people you really shouldn't,

well, that's when things get dicey.

- Wait, um, how much money did he owe?

- I don't know, but it must have been a lot considering

some of the things those so-called debt collectors would do.

They would sit out in front of their house and honk their horns

every hour and the hour all night long.

One morning we wake up and our tires are all flattened.

Another time they call his cell phone

so often he has to turn it off.

We couldn't get a hold of him for days.

- That sounds awful.

I'm so sorry.

The only good thing to come out of his death

is he took those debts to the grave with him.

Although there's still a few of those guys

who come around asking.

- So you think these debt collectors

had something to do with his death?

- I wouldn't be surprised if they did.

If only he'd gone to his wedding that day

instead of going to work.

- Excuse me, he went to work on his wedding day?

- He did.

I got this video.

Sent to me from his girlfriend, Charlotte.

- Are you being serious right now?

- Wait, are you filming me right now?

What are you...

- Yes, because you're acting crazy.

We can't reschedule our wedding.

It's in five days.

Why can't we just do it?

- It's just financially,

I don't think now is the right time.

- Okay, so you want to work at that shitty site

on the day of our wedding.

Why are you prioritizing that over our wedding?

- Hey, I need the money.

Okay? Then... - For what?

For what, James?

I would think our wedding day would be more important to you.

- Hey, hey.

We're going to have our wedding.

- No.

No.

Fuck that and fuck you.

This is not happening.

We're not changing this wedding.

- So, she tried to go ahead with the wedding

and James didn't show.

He decides to go to work instead.

- And that's the night that he died?

- Yeah, it is.

I tried to convince him to go forward with the wedding.

I thought it might do him good

to have something positive to focus on his life.

But a part of me thinks it's his fate.

His punishment for ghosting Charlotte.

- And then, Charlotte's family?

- Off themselves a few days later.

It was brutal.

Poor girl, her heart was broken.

And her parents losing their only child,

you really can't blame them either.

- Yeah, but still, to do that...

- No parent wants their kid to die before they do.

Trust me.

But enough about the past.

What's someone like you working at a place like that?

- Well, it's a job.

- That place always rubbed me the wrong way.

If I were you, I'd be looking for another job.

- Thanks for the advice.

- I'm sorry.

Just be safe out there.

- Hey.

Hello, there.

- Hey, this is the girl of the hour.

- You're the guy from the office, right?

- Yeah, yeah, my name's Lance.

Nice seeing you again.

- Likewise.

- Lance here was just doing a site check.

- Just checking up on him, making sure he's doing his job.

Slacker.

- Please, if there's any slacking going on around here,

it's this guy.

You know, I once caught him looking at porn in the car before.

- Yo, dude.

Hey, like I said, keep it between us.

Stop telling everybody.

- Who cares, man?

No one's getting Me Too'd here.

You think management gives a shit.

- Part of the job is to make your own fun, right?

Not in that way, but you know what I'm saying.

- Right.

Yeah.

Anyway, how is the site today?

Is that tent still there?

- The tent.

Yeah, well, I didn't see it on my way in,

so I guess Patrick took care of it,

so you're in the clear tonight, girl.

- That's right.

And remember,

if this site is just too creepy for you,

you can always, if not more, you know,

encourage and recommend it,

just transfer out to another location that's better like that.

- Well, that's good to know, but you know what?

I think I'll stay for a little while.

This warehouse district is so close to my house

that I have a very nice commute.

- Well, on that note, I'm outie, 500.

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Have fun.

- Right, yeah.

Everything looks good over here.

Actually here for once, so I'll be heading out.

You good, though?

- Yeah, thank you.

- Everything?

- Yeah.

Bye, boys.

Excuse me, miss, you cannot go up there.

Hey, miss, can you hear me?

Hello?

Are you kidding me?

What the?

No way.

Nope.

- I cannot accept any messages at this time.

Goodbye.

- Dammit!

- Fucking prick.

Fucking prick.

Fucking prick.

You can't hide.

You can't hide from me.

You took it.

You took it.

Fucking prick.

You fucking prick.

- 911, what's your emergency?

- Hi, hi, yes, this is the security guard

from the Prospect Warehouse District.

Please, I need backup now.

There are two unhoused people that are very aggressive.

Please, come. - Okay, remain calm.

I'll dispatch someone now.

- Thank you.

- Just stay

- So I did a perimeter check and I checked the roof.

Everything seems to be clear.

Did you happen to see where these people went?

- No, I was locked in the bathroom.

- I see.

So did these unhoused people actually try to harm you

or did you just get spooked?

- Didn't you see the axe there?

- An axe? No.

And I didn't see any rope either.

- So what do we do?

- I could take a report with your statements

but seeing as there's no property damage

and nobody got hurt, we're just going to have to let this go.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

Homelessness is a very complex social problem

that is very difficult to enforce.

My advice, always remember your escape routes.

Keep a safe distance

until you feel comfortable with the situation.

Most of the time it's unhoused people will leave on their own.

- Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you for coming anyway.

- Sure.

I'm going to head out.

Are we good here?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Have a good day miss.

- Hello, hello.

Cop here.

Bad news?

- Yeah.

Aggressive unhoused people.

- Aggressive unhoused, yes.

Bad, bad indeed.

TV computer good?

- TV computer?

- Yes, computer.

Cracked.

Bad cracks.

Very aggressive.

But door locked.

How get in?

No clue?

- You mean the monitor?

Yeah, the monitor is still there

and the busted computer is in the room too, so...

- Yes, yes.

Still there.

Morning time.

Hope for peace.

No fire?

- Hey, Patrick, did you see any unhoused person

when you were coming?

- Unhoused?

- Did you see anyone out there?

- No see, no see.

Parking lot clear.

No fire? No fire?

- No fire, two unhoused, no break-ins, no car crash.

Good night.

- Yes, night end.

Morning begin.

- Whatever.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- I'm so close.

So close.

- Lucas?

Lucas?

Lucas?

- Please!

- Give me my fucking money.

Give me my money!

- Get off me!

- Hey.

Hey.

Stop it, right now.

Stop it.

- You're fucking dead, man.

- Where the fuck is my money?

I want my money!

- Fuck you!

- Hello, police?

- Yes, I'm calling from the Prospect Warehouse District.

We need backup now.

Thank you.

- Yo man, I'm just trying to get my money.

I've got bills to pay.

- You think this situation is unique to you?

- Look, just tell me where James is and I'll be on my way.

- You'll be on your way, alright.

Downtown to get booked.

- Hey, you okay?

- Yeah, I'll be fine.

Just hope that asshole gets what he has coming to him.

What are you doing wearing my hat?

Get your dirty ass head out of that.

- Okay.

But, hey, what happened?

- Nothing.

I was in there minding my own business, doing my job.

Suddenly this guy comes in,

starts saying fuck you this, fuck you that.

Starts demanding money from me, then starts roughing me up.

I had no choice but to defend myself.

- Yeah, I mean that was scary.

- You think that's scary?

This whole place getting a little too scary for you?

Because I hear the Amazon warehouse is hiring.

- Hey, I'm tougher than I look, okay?

Did you know the first time I watched my first horror movie,

I had overhyped so much how scary it was going to be,

that by the time I saw it, I was disappointed.

- Okay, big brave Hilda?

Think you're hot shit now?

- So you like being scared?

- Well, I can't deny it's a little exciting.

But hey, really, I'm glad you're okay.

- Well, I'll give you some credit.

The last female I trained here lasted about four days.

- Wait, really?

- Yeah, I guess spending the night alone and getting catcalled

by the homeless was a little too much for her.

- I get that.

- All right, so is there anything else

you guys want to add to your statement?

- You know, if you want my honest opinion,

I think he might be on something.

You know, like some hardcore drugs.

Might want to check him for tracks

before putting him back on the street.

Just to be safe.

And you, miss?

- Um.

Yeah, I just came into work, saw them fighting, and called you.

- All right, well, do you want to press charges on Mr. Carter?

- Does he have any money?

- From what I've seen, no.

- Never mind.

- All right.

So I saw a tent behind the warehouse.

I secured it for evidence, but I believe it's his.

Is there anything else?

All right, well, I'm going to take him downtown

and hopefully get him some help.

You two, stay safe.

- Thank you, officer.

You have yourself a good night.

Thank you for your service.

- Thank you.

Well, this is our way to start the shift.

- Yeah, glad I don't have to spend the night here.

- Lucky you.

- Mañana, Hilda.

- Bye.

Hello?

Go for security?

- Hello?

This is the owner of Warehouse 13.

Can you come down here, please?

- What is the issue?

- We've got a disturbance that needs to be dealt with.

- What is the disturbance?

- We've got a person here that needs to be dealt with.

Please come.

- Okay, I'll be right there.

Hello, miss?

Are you okay?

- Tell me why!

Why did this happen?

Why take him away from me?

- Do you need help? Or...

What the heck?

- Um.

Hello?

- Hey, sorry, did I wake you?

No, you don't. - I just got off shift.

It's fine.

I have to get up in like half an hour.

Anyway, you're good?

What's up?

- Yeah, I just wanted to check how things

were going with the hard drive?

- I haven't actually looked into that yet, but I will,

later today.

- I'm gonna hit the sack.

- Lucky you, you get to get into bed while I have to get out.

- At least you don't have to deal

with any crazy unhoused people.

- That's true, the unhoused,

that is a hard part of the job.

Hopefully you meet some chill unhoused people.

- Actually, I did meet one.

She even offered me some pizza.

Not very fresh pizza, but pizza nonetheless.

Anyway, I'm gonna let you enjoy your warm bed.

- Okay, I will give you a ring later.

We should go out for drinks, too.

- Um.

Yeah, that sounds fun.

Okay.

Good night, I mean, good morning. - Good morning.

- Hello?

Lucas?

Guess he's not working today.

What the fuck?

Shit.

Hello, this is security.

Anybody here?

This is security.

Is anyone here?

- Hi, Hilda?

- Hello?

- Hi, are you at Prospect Warehouse District right now?

- Um, yeah, I'm on my shift right now.

What's up?

- Okay, um, just a little update on your file,

um, it did actually go missing.

- Wait, what?

- You know what, it's okay,

because before it went missing,

we did upload the video to the cloud, so we're all good.

- So you were able to retrieve the security feed video?

- Yes, we were.

Um, but just a question.

Um, is Lucas on site with you right now?

- Well, weird thing is, I didn't see him today.

Nobody was here when I got here.

- You know, you might just want to just go home.

Just get out there.

Go home.

- Wait, what is the reason for that?

- What are you doing here?

Stay back!

Don't come any closer! - Sarah?

Stay back! - Is something going on?

- Back! Stay back!

No, stay back!

- Sarah? Sarah?

Sarah, are you okay?

Patrick!

Hey! Patrick!

Hey!

Patrick?

Don't go inside!

No!

Patick!

What?

- Die, die, die, die.

Die.

- Is this the guard?

- No.

No.

- Figures.

- What?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

- Hey, girl! Do you do VIP parking now?

Because that's pretty rad.

- Did you see a red car just drive by?

- Red car? Nope.

I haven't seen any cars.

Just yours.

- Wait, what?

But they drove through here just seconds ago.

- Nope.

I'm pretty sure I would have noticed it.

I'm like the god of auditory perception.

I can hear a mouse squeak from a mile away.

- Shit, shit, shit!

- Thought my ex had a sailor's mouth.

What's got you at a pretzel twist?

- I gotta go.

- That's, wild.

Today's youth.

- Hey, Lance.

How'd our girl do tonight?

Yeah.

Well...

This is awkward.

- Lucas, what the fuck are you doing in my house?

- Well, where is Lance?

He's only supposed to scare you.

- Scare me?

- I guess it's my fault for trusting that guy.

Always did have an act to fucking shut up,

clumsy-ass bitch that he is.

- It was you!

You killed James!

- Hey, now that was an accident.

- An accident?

- Yeah.

The guy was wandering around the parking lot,

completely in the dark.

He should have been watching where he was fucking going.

- You were drunk, weren't you?

- Yeah, you could say that.

But you can also say that's just an average Tuesday for me,

so not really my fault.

If you want to point fingers and blame someone

for being drunk that night, it should be James.

- Then what about the security footage?

- Do you have any security footage on this site

that I can review?

- We did, but like I said,

the computer that held all the archived footage got destroyed.

Um, as you know, officer,

we have a very bad homeless problem in this area.

Sadly, some derelict wandered in and destroyed our property.

We only have the live feed to work with now.

- And you didn't see anything while you were driving out?

- No, it was just a normal night like any other night.

Um.

But now that you mention it,

I do believe I saw James drinking on his way in.

- He was, was he?

I hate dealing with drunks.

Well, shit,

maybe karma just got him for drinking on the job, right?

- That's what I said.

- Well, I'm going to write this up

and I'll contact you if I have any questions.

Have a good night.

- Thank you, officer.

I always appreciate your service.

You stop by anytime for questions, okay?

- You destroyed the computer

to prevent anyone from seeing the footage.

- Well, no shit I'm going to destroy the computer.

I've got to cover my tracks, right Velma?

- But then it wasn't completely broken.

- Look, it doesn't matter if it was broken or not.

I would have been in the clear

if you just minded your own fucking business.

- So it was Lance who took it then?

- How the hell did Hilda get ahold of that hard drive?

- I don't know, man.

She's smarter than she looks.

It's surprising, I know, trust me.

But what are we going to do?

- Fuck!

Alright, well you have access to that office, right?

You can get your hands on that hard drive?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

After, after hours

when everybody's done and the end of my shift,

there's usually nobody there, so...

- Alright, good.

- I can get it.

- Okay, good, good.

- One thing.

Hilda,

she's going to follow up on this, yeah?

- Yeah, I know.

The girl's a pain in my ass.

She thinks she's Nancy fucking Drew.

If we can just get her transferred to a new site somehow.

- Love that idea.

Great idea.

Easier said than done.

How are we going to do that?

Any bright ideas?

- You up for a little fun?

- You do know that it's pointless.

The data was recovered to the cloud.

- Yeah, I know.

Which is why I made a quick stop at the office tonight.

Hence why I didn't show up for my shift.

- Hi, Hilda.

Hi, are you at Prospect Warehouse District right now?

- Yeah, I'm on my shift right now.

What's up?

- Okay, um, just a little update on your file.

Um, it did actually go missing.

- Wait, what?

- But you know what, it's okay.

Because before it went missing,

we did upload the video to the cloud.

So, we're all good.

Wait, so you were able to retrieve the security feed video?

- Yes, we were.

Um, but just a question.

Um, is Lucas on site with you right now?

- Well, weird thing is, I didn't see him today.

Nobody was here when I got here.

- You know, you might just want to just go home.

Just get out of there.

Go home.

- What is the reason for that?

- What are you doing?

- Sarah?

What's going on?

- Hey, don't get any closer.

Don't get any closer.

Stay back!

Stay back!

- Sarah?

- Don't worry about the cloud, okay?

It's clean.

Nothing but sunshine up there, darling.

- What happened to Sarah?

- Well, I don't think you want to know.

Because the same thing is going to happen to you.

You are the last loose end that I need to take care of.

Who the fuck is that?

- Um,

I... - Come on.

Move.

You expecting company?

It's 4 o'clock in the fucking morning.

Alright, so what we're going to do,

we're going to be quiet as fuck.

And we're going to leave, okay?

Getta your fucking ass up there.

Go.

Who the fuck is out there?

- I don't know.

- Don't fucking lie to me, Hilda.

- I am not.

I don't know who they are.

- Don't move.

- You took him.

- I'll kill you, you fucking bitch!

Back off!

- You took him!

You took him away!

Finally found you.

- You took him away from me!

- No! No!

No!

- What? You?

What the?

- Is it finished?

- Yeah.

We finally got him.

- Well, it's about damn time.

- Yes.

I can finally see him again.

- Let's not keep him waiting any longer.

- James would be so proud.

- I know.

- Let's go.

- We're coming.

- Hey, girl.

How's that security life treating you?

- You know, I just turned in my two weeks today.

I think it's time to move on to a different career path.

- I'm proud of you, sis.

You deserve better.

- Don't we all?

- Say, what happened to that other guy

that was wandering around?

The one who was drinking a lot?

- I guess you could say...

He was chopped.

- Chopped?

Well, I guess you can only drink on the job

so much until you get caught.

- Hey, do you have any extra za slices today by any chance?

- Hell yeah, sis.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.

- Please leave your message.

- Hi, manager.

It's me again, Hilda.

Um.

You haven't responded to my emails or texts,

so I was just calling to let you know

I won't be coming in next week since, you know,

I turned in my two weeks.

I don't know if you guys do recommendation letters,

but it would be nice to get one.

By the way, the police officer came by asking about the guard,

Lance, you know, that got run over by a car.

I told him there was no security footage he could review,

so maybe you guys want to get that computer fixed eventually.

Yeah.

He came to the conclusion that it must be a drunk driver,

but you can read that in the police report I put into my report.

Okay, um, yeah, thanks, I guess.

Good night.