All language subtitles for Upload.S01E01.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.DDP5.1.x264-BLACKhHAT

What is the
reward for a life well-lived,

and an upload well-planned for?

The most perfect natural beauty

that man can design.

The best days of your life

could be after it's over.

What is the reward
for a life well-lived,

and an upload well-planned for?

Just wrote this,
so go easy on me.

Oh, this is me.

Getting off. Getting off!

This is my stop!

Got to get off.

Excuse me.

Hey, Nora,

attention on your work, please.
No music.

- Thanks so much, Lucy.
- I'll remember that.

Hello, Rechna.

No need to answer me yet.

The system is still processing
a lot of information.

But I'm going to count to three.

Try to count with me
in your mind.

One, two,

three.

Ah.

Oh, my God. Where am I?

It's all good, Rechna.

Welcome to upload.

There's an invalid syntax error
on line 682.

Yeah, what is that?

Ah, it's another no-pointer.

I got it.

Ah, yes, nailed it.

Okay, the class definitions
still need work.

God, no. I got to veg a little.
I'll see you later, buddy.

- No, dude, we are so close.
- Bye.

Car?

- Yes, Nathan?
- Clean camera lenses, please.

Begin cleaning.

You are 19 minutes from your.

Destin... ation.

Let's... go.

Shit.

Officer, it just started racing.

It was the craziest thing.

I will take it in
to be serviced ASAP.

I'm on my way to my mom's place
for Thanksgiving.

And could you imagine
if they were waiting for me,

and my car...

Mm-hmm. Car,

- what's your story?
- Lost consciousness

for a minute. Will update

anti-virus software now.

Yeah, you do that.

There's a human life back here.
Wow.

AI is just the worst, isn't it?

Okay, you can go now.
Take it in soon, though.

I don't want to see you again.

Oh, no?
What station you in... SoCal?

Should I call your
longtime girlfriend Ingrid

and tell her you will be late?

Okay. See?
That's not supposed to happen.

Bye.

God. It's called being nice.

Whose car are you anyway, huh?

Citibank's.

Who's making the payments?

You are.

Me. That's right. Let's go.

Hey, uh...

sorry I'm late, Mrs. Brown.

I had to get the cakes, and I...

Whoa. Ingrid, you're here.

Am I crashing something
right now?

Jamie, you're always welcome.

Come on.
Nathan, get him a chair.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

- What is she doing here?
- I know. I know.

I didn't think
it was a great idea, either,

and then she started crying,
and I can't handle crying.

Why didn't you warn me?

I could have had Thanksgiving
at Taco Bell.

Okay, yes,
she's a little entitled,

and she can be
kind of phony sometimes.

- But?
- But she's my girlfriend, so get used to it.

If she's inviting herself
to family Thanksgiving,

the next thing she's gonna
expect is a proposal.

Get used to that.

Super.

So wait...
This is called ambrosia salad?

Is it a dessert?

It's a salad.

Oh. Good.

- Mmm.
- So, Ingrid, Nathan says

you invited him to your
grandma's hundredth birthday.

- Wow. 100. Impressive.
- Well, she's in heaven.

Oh. Which one?

- Lakeview?
- Hmm.

Heard that's really beautiful.

Yes.

We are a Horizen family.

Unlimited data on both sides.

Upload's too expensive for me.

I'll be starting on a SIM card
until these two

finish their free version.

It won't take too long
if Nathan parties a little less

- and programs a little more.
- Mm-hmm.

Pay him a salary,
you can ask for a drug test.

Oh, yes! Mom! Got him.

- Uncle Nathan?
- Yeah.

Can you help me with my
classical dance homework?

Of course, honey bunny.

Oh!

Uncle Nathan!

I could dance for another hour.

Yeah. So could I.

No, you couldn't.

Oh, hi.

Hey.

We're, um...

we're done here, right?

You think they like me?

Yeah, you're so fuckin' hot.

What?

Uh, wait, what did you say?

Your family?

Yeah.

Your mom said
I was the first girl

you ever brought home
for Thanksgiving.

Oh.

Yeah, no big deal.

I think it's a big deal.

I feel very special, babe.

Cool.

You're welcome.

- Hey!
- Whoa!

Asshole!

You don't have "prioritize
occupant" on, do you?

Of course.

I care about us.

You don't prioritize
pedestrian, do you?

Park.

Sleep over tonight?

Uh, I was gonna go meet Jamie
pretty early tomorrow morning,

try and finish this thing up.

I'll make it worth your while
in the morning.

Yeah, okay.

Good.

We need egg powder
and a can of toast.

Super.

Thank you.

You lack iron.

Buy some spinach.

Aggressive chain restaurant.

Panera Bread's stock
is soaring after buying

Facebook earlier this year

and opening
its new upload, Aeon,

with a record-setting
50 million souls and visitors.

Aeon, the first
digital afterlife

to offer Las Vegas-style

entertainment and gambling,
will be...

Car, see the parked truck?

There is no
parking space ahead of us.

Yeah, I know.
It's illegally parked.

Data shows no vehicles.

Well, we're headed
right for a truck.

You might be drunk. Again.

Oh, fuck you. Manual override.

Manuel. I don't see
Manuel in your contacts.

Manual override. Stop.

- Override...
- Stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop now!

Overridden.

Has anyone seen my coffee order?

It's a nonfat iced latte.
It says my name on it.

L-U-C-Y. Lucy.
Has anyone seen it?

No.

Ooh, young.

And cute.

No, he thinks he's cute.

App start-up.
Vintage motorcycle.

Come on. What a douche.

Well, I would be happy
to slide down that pole.

- How'd he die?
- Car accident.

You mean the motorcycle?

Says car.

Weird.

Well, I'm uploading
my fifth old lady in a row.

Fun.

- We got this.
- We so got this.

With this idea?

I'd invest in you and me.

Hell, yea...

Memory file damaged.

Hmm.

That's weird.

Broken ribs on the right side.

Punctured lung. I need a
surgical consult, - I'm so sorry.

- Stat. Any drug allergies, Nathan?
- No.

I'm fine.
I really think I'm fine.

- When's your birthday?
- It's on the brif of Febinary.

Oh, God, you're not okay.
I should have waited for you.

- I should go home.
- Sit down, please.

Okay.

His vitals are dropping.
We're losing him.

We really want to upload,

and I don't want
to miss the window.

- Is the paperwork all filled out?
- No.

Heaven sales rep to the ER.

- What?
- Can't upload a dead body.

Oh, man.

We got to get a move on now.

- Someone's going to heaven?
- Horizen Lakeview, please? -No.

I need to start
with the Horizen ID.

Yes, Ingrid Kannerman.
Capital P,

- "panorama," ampersand, 2002.
- No.

I really don't think
we need upload.

I'm feeling pretty chill.

- Vitals are still going down.
- She's wrong.

Baby, don't try
and tough this out, okay?

Now, you could just
old-fashioned die,

or we could

be together forever.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You know that I think

you are so amazing.

- You...
- But...

- But, uh...
- But what?

But forever is just, like,

so long to think about.

Okay, so you would rather die
than be with me?

- Is that what... Is that what you...
- No. No, no.

- You would rather die than be with...
- No, no. Don't cry.

Please don't cry. Oh, just... Oh.

There's people around.

No, of course
I want to be with you.

- Hit accept.
- What?

What the hell am I accepting?

Our terms of service.

You can't just accept it
without reading them.

Well, you can't use our service

without agreeing
to the terms of service.

Have you never gotten
an app ever?

Fuck.

What are my chances here?

Unless your system rallies,
you're currently dying

of a punctured lung. I'm sorry.

This is insane. I'm only 27.

What do you want to do?

Upload's that way,
OR's the other way.

Hey.

Just sign the thing, okay?

Don't do it.

- There's still sex, right?
- Uh, yeah.

The VR suits are amazing.
You can change your avatar,

boost levels, stimulation
you wouldn't believe.

Super. Okay, where's my mom?

- I got to talk to her.
- Mm, that's disgusting.

- Not about that.
- Well...

- Grow up.
- Nathan, please.

We are out of time.
Just do the right thing

and make me
the happiest woman in...

Oh, fine. Fine.

- Whatever. Yeah.
- Oh! Yeah?

Oh, this is gonna be so great.

- Super.
- Heading to UR Two.

This'll be great.

If not, it's only eternity.

Hello, I'm Abel.

I'll be
your scanning technician.

This won't hurt.

So, once the shutters
are up to speed,

scanner will start recording.

I'm jealous, man.

Lakeview is plush.

This thing.

- What's that for?
- It's just for storage.

Have fun.

Can we just hit the pause button
here for a second?

Please look forward at the spot

in front of you.

Oh, thank God. Mom!

Upload complete.

Hello, Nathan.

I'm not expecting you
to answer me yet.

The system is sorting through
a lot of your information,

but I'm going to count to three.

Try to count with me.

One, two, three.

Welcome to upload, Nathan.

You made it to Lakeview,
you lucky duck.

I want you to think of yourself.

The "I" in the sentence,

"I think, therefore I am."

Okay, cool.

Just gonna grab that.

That'll be your password.

Or passthought.

I'll always be able to use that

to recognize you.

Now, remember kindergarten?

The alphabet song?

Think that for me.

Yeah. Good.

Now think of

the color blue.

Light blue like a clear sky.

Dark blue like a mountain lake.

Yellow sunshine.

Forest green.

Brown wood.

Perfect.

I'm feeling pins and needles.

Why do people always set it
for Australian accent?

Say again, please?

Pins and needles.

There we go. That's
a lot better voice for you.

Yours is nice, too.

Yeah, pins and needles

is just the program
finding your nerve endings.

Do you see anything?

Some kind of old-fashioned room.

Looking over a lake.

Beautiful trees.

Whoa, a shark swimming
right towards me.

What? Okay, no,
that's not supposed to happen.

Kidding. Kidding.

Sense of humor. Nice.

Um, so, welcome to.

Lakeview by Horizen,

the only digital afterlife
environment

modeled on
the grand Victorian hotels

of the United States and Canada.

Hope it's not too
Ralph Lauren for you.

I mean, it was
never really my thing,

- but it's kind of cool.
- Yeah.

Uplifting views,
healthy pursuits,

timeless Americana.

Are there slaves?

What? Are... are you serious?

- I just...
- One, this is just a design scheme.

And two, that's not even
the right period.

Lakeview is open

to all races, religions,
genders... absolutely anybody.

I see you've selected

"nondenominational charismatic.

"Christian" as your creed.

That means, for you,

the little chapel
east of the hotel

will be a Pentecostal church.

For someone else,
the same building could be

a mosque
or even a bowling alley.

- I'll take the bowling alley.
- I can make

that change.

I'm just gonna need
your Horizen password.

Um... uh, BrunoMelrose18.

Your first dog
and the street you grew up on?

You used your porn name?

Pretty poor security
for a coder.

Excuse me?

Uh, it didn't work.

Your charges are going

to an Ingrid Kannerman.

Oh, yeah.

Well, there's lots

of free activities. I mean...

Hike up to a gazebo.
Swim in the lake.

Take a class.

Uh-oh.

Nathan?

Nathan, are you okay?

Yeah. Yep.

I don't know. No. No.

Hey.

Don't be embarrassed.

It can be really hard.

To die, I mean.

Especially when
you're young and hands...

um, healthy.

Unexpected uploads

often have trouble adjusting.

But remember, they froze
your body, so who knows?

You... Maybe one day,
they figure out

how to put you back in.

Yeah, thanks.

What's your name?

Well, you're supposed
to just refer to me

as your angel.

Are you... are you alive
or dead, too?

Or... some AI?

I'm not allowed to say.

Sorry.

But anytime you need me,
I'll be here for you.

Just ask,
and I'll be right in your ear.

Okay. Angel.

All right,
you are all connected now.

Do you look real to yourself?

Ten fingers and toes?

- Pretty seamless.
- Great.

Well, explore. Enjoy.

You'll meet your fellow uploads.

Just let it sink in
how lucky you are.

This is the first day

of the rest of your afterlife.

Yeah. Yeah.

Cool. Thanks.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

You're still here. Cool.

This was a big day.

You died and were reborn.

That's a lot to process.

Yeah, it is.

Tomorrow will be better.

You'll see.

Just get some rest.

Yeah, there's no way

I'm gonna be able
to fall asleep.

Aw.

- You think it'll take?
- Don't know.

What's the rejection rate
for the unprepared?

- Mm.
- 40%?

For me, it's 60.

I've been written up
so many times.

She was right.

Oh, my God, this is fantastic.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Yes, water pressure.

Oh, my God.

What the hell is this?

Angel?

- Yes, Nathan?
- Holy...

shit.

Hey, man. How-how
did you get in my room?

All right, don't freak.

- Okay.
- When you call

for an angel, you get an angel.

It's just VR so I can visit you
in person, you know?

Get the full effect.

- You good?
- Yeah. What happened

to the girl from last night?

- Hmm?
- Oh, it's not her shift yet.

Did you want some coffee?

How about something
a little stronger?

Genie. Uh, Moscow Mule.

Actually, we have those
on screen 127,

if you, uh... want one.

No, I'm-I'm okay, thanks.

All right.

Later, gator.

Ooh.

Cool.

Settling in okay?

Oh. Yeah.

Are you both, uh...

- Dead?
- Yeah.

Yup. Thank God
we both had time to upload.

High school sweethearts.
First man I ever kissed.

Oh. Soul mates. That's awesome.

That's what it's all about.

Love beats death, two-zip.

Cute.

So, upload. I mean, I feel
completely real and alive.

The programming depth is insane,
and I'm a coder.

Oh, cool. What do you program?

I...

I-I don't remember.

Uh, different things.

Things? A man of mystery.

You, uh, want to go for a hike?

- They have some beautiful trails around the lake.
- Yeah, maybe after breakfast.

Uh, if I don't want to use
the minibar, is there breakfast

- that's included, or...
- Yes. In the dining hall,

it's amazing.

They have maple bacon doughnuts.

Maple bacon doughnuts?
Point me in that direction.

What the hell was that?

There he goes, folks.

New guy comin' through.

Can I help you?

No. Ye... uh, I'm...

I'm sorry,
it's, uh, my first day.

You're wondering
about my avatar.

They used a photo of me
from 1961.

Although it might be my sister.

That's me. 10,300.

Morning. Gum?

Orbit gum, sir? No?

Oh, you're gonna
love this one, trust me.

Ma'am, would you care for
a piece of Orbit spearmint gum?

- Sugar-free.
- Fucking ad-bots.

Good morning.
Would you care for a piece

of Orbit's new
Wintergreen Wonderland

flavor-fixed gum
with healthy sorbitol?

Now with twice the sorbitol.

Have a good day, sir.

Ingrid.

Hi. Yes, hi.

Oh, my God. How's it going?

It's okay. Where did I get you?

Oh, I'm...
I'm just at a friend's.

So, is it amazing?

- Yeah, it's really cool.
- Yeah?

The water pressure
is incredible.

I mean, I'd rather be alive,
obviously,

but... it's something.

You know a month has passed
since your accident?

I miss your body.

Oh. I miss my hair.

There's something off
about my hair here.

Yeah. Your hair looks different.

Spiky.

Is this weird? It's...

We'll get used to it.

Yeah, just pretend
I'm on a business trip.

For, like, the next 50 years,
until I can join you.

- 60 if I eat right.
- Then don't.

I had ice cream for breakfast.

Don't talk dirty to me.

Oh. Hey. Can I get
your Horizen password?

I can't charge anything
to my account here.

Well, um, I set something up
so I get this little text alert

whenever you want
to charge something.

And I just like knowing
what you're up to.

You know, it makes me feel
closer to you, so...

Show me the lake.

Uh...

What?!

Fucking gorgeous, babe.

That's amazing.

- Yeah.
- Ingrid!

Oh, my God.

Oh. I am so humiliated.

I probably look like
a total fucking wreck.

- It's been really difficult.
- No, you look strong like a goddess,

like a hot survivor.

Oh, my God. Thank you so much.

Hey, babe, I just ran
into my pube stylist,

so I gotta drone.

- You don't have any pubes.
- Yeah. I know.

She's amazing.

I'll call you later, okay?

Hey, if you need
anything at all,

I am here for you.

Utterly.

- Just the password.
- I love you.

Uh, hey, whoa, hey, um...

we-we... we've never
said that before.

Well, I'm not worried
about scaring you off now.

Mwah. Talk later, babe, okay?

I hope you're hungry.

I'm printing
a Jamie Oliver steak design

he tweeted this morning.

Oliver's only
on Google Samsung, so...

I know you didn't
have this for lunch.

Uh, speaking of work, Dad...

we've had a ton
of upgrades lately.

Stuff you'd really like.

There's a casual pub
on the cellar level.

It's got darts.

I mean, beers from everywhere.

With my employee discount,
I think we could swing it.

It'd be so
smart to lock in such a good deal.

Dad.

Sorry, honey. No go.

I could be your angel.
Like, we could hang out.

I can't.

- Why?
- Mom's waiting for me.

Oh, come on. You don't believe
that old stuff.

It doesn't make sense,
but it's how I feel.

How can heaven
not have your mother in it?

How's the steak?

I think your fat cartridge
might be low.

Ooh.

Oh, sweet...

mother of God, yes.

Yes.

Ooh!

- Hey, waiter!
- Oh, one second, sir.

Waiter, more coffee.

Bup-bup-bup!

Maple bacon doughnut.

Thank you, Zach.

Bread.

All right, bacon...

and Canadian bacon.

Oh, chocolate chip pancakes.

French toast?

Yes.

That's what I'm talking about.

Oh...

It's 10:00 a.m.

Breakfast is over.

What? No.

No! No!

Come on.

- It's not even real food.
- Oh, oh, oh,

oh, fuck!

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!

Oh...

- Can I try?
- Yeah.

Cool glitch. I don't even know
why I'm hungry.

I mean, there's
no real reason to eat.

The first uploads
didn't shit or eat.

Didn't even have eyelids.

All went psychotic in a week.

Yikes.

You got to believe it's real.

'Cause once the weirdness
gets in your head,

guys get drawn to the torrent.

That's the data stream
between here and the real world.

Poor bastards jump in
trying to get back.

Can they?

No, they all get blown to bits.

My angel has me working
on deep breathing

and meditation.

Be here. Now. Stay connected.

I'm Nathan, by the way.
First day.

Luke. How'd you buy it?

Self-driving car crashed.

- Seriously.
- Oh. Holy shit.

That never happens.
Supposed to be foolproof.

Sure are. How about you?

Oh, uh, lost my legs in Iran,

spent five years
in a wheelchair,

and then one day just wheeled
my ass under a scanner.

Oh. Suiscan.

But look what
I'm working with now, huh?

- Hey-yo.
- All right.

- All right.
- That's where it's at.

Hey, good news,

Mandi... the water's
almost warm tonight.

Lucky you. I haven't had

hot water in a week.

- Hey, can I check Nitely on your phone?
- Be my guest.

I'm so done with that app.

Well... almost done.

Ooh. They're matching you
with some real hotties.

I get nothing
but busboys and meth addicts.

I thought you said
the algorithm was amazing.

Mm. The last guy was fun.

He was up for anything.

And the lack of teeth proved
to be pretty bomb, actually.

No way.

Anyone else ever do this?

Yes, sir.

I don't know who you are, Henry,

but I dream about you
almost every night.

Why?

What you say if I told you

that notebook used to have
a lot of stuff about me in it?

I would say that makes
a lot of sense.

You erased me from your memories

because you thought
you were holding me back

from having a full
and happy life.

Sounds good, guys.

Yeah, like nails
on a chalkboard.

Weird.

Hey, guys, Lou Crayz here.
Whassup?

Okay, I'm coming to you live
from Lakeview.

So this is the view of the lake,
which is one of my faves, man,

'cause they spent, like,
beaucoup bucks

getting it just right.

It's lake-y as hell.

Now, the water feel
is just kinda "meh,"

it's kinda grainy.

And the sun on the ripples,
it's a repeating GIF,

and it repeats, like
a little too fast

to be like "mwah,"

but other than that, man,

it's dope as hell.

You got to check it out.

Okay, that's it for now.

Don't forget to like,
comment and subscribe.

All right.

Hey, man, um, I've seen ads
for Lakeview for years.

Where is everybody?
I thought this was supposed

to be a super popular spot?

Well, yeah, th-they're all here.

You can only see five floors
at a time.

Like, what's your suite number?

10556.

Okay. Check it out.

You're on floor 10,500.

And we all use the same map.
So, like,

there's a million people down
there on that lake right now.

And you can tell
because the frame rate drops.

Mira, mira, mira.

Oh, yeah.

Eh, it just kind of looks off.

There's something kind of off
about you, too, man.

You wearing a wig or something?

No. God, no. No.

It's-it's not my normal hair.

They programmed it wrong
or something.

It's driving me nuts.

- Yeah, well, sometimes...
- At home, I use

this natural sculpting cream
and anti-frizz pomade,

but here you're at their mercy,
I guess.

- Right. Well, they...
- Ugh.

A wig. What?

You are hilarious.

- It's not a wig. It's...
- All right, man.

Oh, no. No, it's this place.

This fucking place!

Mr. Brown.

- Mr. Brown.
- Ugh, come on.

- Piece of gum?
- Ah, no.

No. Thank you.

Keep it together, man.

I'm trying.

Gum. Orbit gum.

G-G-G-Gum.

G-G-Gum.

- G-Gum. Gum.
- Mr. Brown.

No. No.

Taking the stairs.

Orbit gum. Gum.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So I got this friend
who's having a party

in a sick loft on Friday night.

He's got, like, a thousand
Dopanols, I've seen 'em.

Yeah. No, it's not for me.

Hey, you-you should go out
sometime.

You know, get a little
fucked up, have some fun.

I go out plenty.

Just not gonna be tripping
with you in some loft.

- I'm not there yet.
- Oh. No.

Okay, I get it.

I guess a nice guy
can't win with you.

I guess I'm stuck
in the friend zone.

Okay. Bye, friend.

Be here now.

Be... here...

mm, now. Mm.

It's all good.

Gonna live forever.

Oh, God.

Damn.

Son of a... bitch!

Nora, are you in there?

Your new boy is freaking out.

The hot dude... he's hiking up
near the torrent.

Shit. Thanks.

Hey!

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit.

Hey, Nathan, wait up.

I remember that voice.

So it's your shift now.
You know, you work

for a really fucked-up thing.

This is a bad idea.

The ads make it seem great,
but it is fucking monstrous.

Okay, so maybe not
the best first day.

And, I mean, these rules
that don't make any sense.

I mean, I farted,
which is already, like, why?

Just a weird detail.

And it was like someone spritzed
the room with cologne.

Okay, well,
it's supposed to be heaven.

- How is that heaven?
- Well,

if you're stuck in an elevator

with another guest...

And this is
a small thing, maybe,

but what the hell
is going on with my hair?

How does this even happen?

I swear to God, it's like

someone's fucking with me
on purpose.

I'll be right back.
I'm just gonna take a look

over that edge,
maybe I can see home.

Wait. You realize if you jump
in that thing,

you don't go anywhere,
you just disappear,

and there's nothing left
to re-scan.

Maybe that's my tough luck,
but it's how

- it's supposed to go down.
- Oh, so you're super

old-school religious, too.
You agree with Neil Beagly.

- Who's Neil Beagly?
- He was a 16-year-old boy

who died of a fucking UTI
'cause he refused

medical treatment
for religious reasons,

you agree with him?

No, that's fucked up.

- Exactly.
- But I did die.

Okay, what was the first thing
I asked you to think of?

I don't know.

My ABCs?

No.

Yourself.

I think, therefore I am.

Hey, that "I" didn't die.

That's consciousness,
and that's what we're

in the business
of keeping going.

All right, why do you think
it feels weird

and unnatural here?

Because your consciousness

can think and compare
with your memories.

That's still you.

You know, doing what
you always did,

thinking and being alive.

And I'm sure
there are plenty of people...

Including me, for one...
That are glad you're still here.

You don't even know me.

Not yet, but I'd like to.

I get it. You know,
this isn't perfect.

And maybe you were
led to believe it would be,

since the marketing mentions
heaven, like, a dozen times.

But it's kind of better,
isn't it?

I mean, maybe the imperfections

make it more like life,

'cause life isn't perfect.

But life is the most
magical gift there is,

and if there's God,
he's amazing,

because he gave us life
and the gratitude

and creativity to keep it going
as long as we possibly can.

You're good.

Yeah.

You're a living person.

Yeah, AI doesn't talk like that

with pain and passion. Soul.

- Maybe.
- Maybe.

Is this what you look like
for real?

You're not some old woman
or a dude or something?

No, this is me.

I mean, my avatar has makeup on,

my hair's nice and I'm not
in sweatpants,

so a little better than normal

but nothing else is tweaked.

Good for you, then.

You're really pretty.

But I'm not allowed

to know your name.

No.

I could get in trouble.

It's a policy.

Yeah, it's a policy.

My name's Nora.

I live in Ozone Park, Queens.

My apartment's about as big

as your bathroom,
but I'm at work now,

which is in Dumbo, Brooklyn.

It's a really cold day,

and the bitch
a couple of desks down

is taking forever to finish
a tuna sandwich

that I'm seriously considering
chucking out the window.

Nora Antony.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

Can we go home now?

Yeah, okay.

So what's your favorite smell?

I don't know.
Fresh-baked cinnamon rolls.

Ew, you weirdo.

Smell it.

Smell it.

Oh.

You sick genius.

MAN (OVER P. It's 6:00 p.m.

Day shift is over.

I'm out.

Hey, you want to grab a taco
from the taco drone?

Nah. I got carne asada
all over my hair last time.

Ooh.