Cash for Gold

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the United States Army,

and a grateful nation...

...please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation

for your loved one's honorable and faithful service.

Ready... aim... fire!

Ready... aim... fire!

Ready... aim... fire!

- Hey. Uh, it's Grace. - Oh, hey, honey.

I--No, I hope I'm not calling too early.

Listen... ...I know I owe you a call.

I just don't have any shifts for you right now.

Um... just, like, keep me off payroll.

-I--I can work for tips. -You know I can't do that.

But...

-Come on. -I'm sorry, Grace. Off-season's always slow.

Yeah. Off-season and my tits aren't as big as Ashley's, right?

-Still not about your tits, Grace. -Yeah, okay. Thanks anyway.

Hey, how are you two doing?

Oh, we're good. We're great, thanks.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I'm such an idiot.

-Mama, what happened? -Hey, Bean.

Don't talk bad about yourself. We will get you another one.

-Is it my birthday? -Still a few weeks.

Will Papa know?

-Mm-hmm. -How will he know?

I'm stuck.

Hey. Just--look, you just fix this part.

The rest is easy.

Okay. Come here.

Blow out.

In.

Good job. Good boy.

I wanna make a snow angel!

Bean, no time.

Go. Give me your backpack.

Thank you. Climb up.

Casey, hey!

Gotta take it, Grace. Keys.

If I can't get to work, I lose my house.

Yeah, if I show up without this vehicle,

I'm gonna lose my job, so.

You want me to call Jim? I-- Noah needed new meds and...

Casey! Mama got this book at the library.

It's the whole world!

You sure are a smart one, Bean.

Damn it.

One week.

From today.

And that's it, Grace.

Thank you! Thank you so much!

One week.

Come on. Go, go, go. Go, go, go. Steps.

We were wondering if you were coming!

How is the Bean this morning?

- Hi, Gammy Boots. - Ooh!

Gampy Shelley, it's me.

- It's Noah. - Noah.

- Want to see Antarctica? - Listen, um...

Is there any way you can pick Noah up earlier today?

Shelley's feeling poorly again, and it's tough on his bad days.

I work until four o'clock. I don't--I don't really see

- how I get here before 4:30. - Where are you at today?

Tommy's. I still can't get any shifts at Dublin's.

It seems like walking a minefield, your working in bars.

Bean? Come say goodbye, I gotta go!

Hey, Shelley!

If I could get another job that paid anything close, I would do it.

I'm fine.

Listen to me. You gotta give Gampy Shelley some breaks when he's tired.

-Deal? -Deal. Love you, Mama.

Loved you first. Come here.

Mwah. Take Kitty. Go, go.

Guard this with your life. He gets his second dose at--

Three o'clock, I know.

My cell is busted, so if you need me, call work.

He might ask to see the Christmas video.

He was just really scared that with my phone not working.

Sorry.

Thank you, Boots.

- Hello, miss. - Hi.

Welcome to Cash for Gold USA,

where we're guaranteed to give you top dollar for your possession.

How may I be of service to you today?

Um... well, I really need cash,

and, um, I've got some gold.

Okay. You've come to the right place.

I'm confident I can make for you what you'll believe to be a fair trade.

Yeah, okay. Um, well...

I've got this. How much is this worth?

May I see?

Well, uh, it's impossible to say without weighing it.

It's only ten karats?

Uh, however this works.

The scale's in the back. One moment, please, okay?

I think it's...

If you take a look, the gold is ten karats, and, uh...

What do you think?

I appreciate your heart, my son,

but we are running a business, and not very well, at my best.

- It is probably for drug money. - -Well, how do you know that?

Hey, miss, uh...

$60 for you, miss.

- $60? - Sixty, yes.

That's actually, though, an antique.

My grandma gave it to me, so I'm pretty sure it's worth a lot more than that.

I'm sorry, miss. Gold doesn't always mean valuable.

-Are you sure? -I'm sorry.

Now, would you like to sell your jewelry to Cash for Gold USA?

Is that something you want?

Um...

I just really thought it would be worth a lot more than that.

-Okay. I guess it is what it is. -Okay.

I just think it sucks. I want you to know that.

Okay.

Here's, uh, 20, 40, 60.

And thank you.

-Have a nice day. -Thank you.

Listen...

it's worth a lot more than $60.

I might be in a bind, but I'm not stupid, so please don't try to jerk me around.

-I'll take it to the back and weigh it. -No, please. We--

-Ma-- -Please just tell me how much it's worth yourself.

If you go back there, that man, he's gonna yell at you to keep the price low.

My father doesn't yell at me. I make my own valuations.

I heard him yelling at you.

You're mistaken.

Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry. Just...

I don't wanna sell this.

My husband gave it to me when we were 18, and it's all I--

it's all I have left of him.

Will you please just tell me what it's worth?

It's worth nothing, miss.

-What? It's-- -I'm sorry, miss. It's worth nothing.

Go.

Go.

Please go.

I'm sorry.

Miss, miss. Uh, your keys.

Go.

Thank you.

What's this?

No, absolutely not, baba.

Should we continue to eat?

I understand, my son, that you have utterly given up.

But I, I would like to continue to eat.

Baba, we don't need anyone--

It's done.

-Baba-- -Walk that pittance to the bank.

Tea when you return.

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You're late.

I'm so sorry. I had to get Noah--

Don't you blame that little angel.

'Tis the season.

Oh. Neither. Thank you.

Come on!

You were 26 minutes late. I could just fire you.

That's a fine choice, Clarice.

-Who? -Rudolph's cute girlfriend.

This is the worst part of Christmas.

Okay, you're, like, some kind of wizard.

-Yeah. I'm very valuable. -Mmm.

You should put me on full time.

Well, and I only have so many shifts per week,

no matter how many times you bust my ass about it.

See what other magic you can make with this mess.

Gracie Dee! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

-Get over here. -Hey, stranger!

Aww.

Hey, guys.

- Hey, G. - What up, Joey?

Same old crap.

-How's my best girl? -Meh.

Yeah? How's the little Bean?

He's good. He's with Billy's folks.

Mmm. You getting along with Boots?

We're making it work.

Mikey, what do you wanna hear?

That's good. Well, you tell him that his godfather misses him a lot.

His birthday's coming up.

Why don't you come and tell him yourself?

How are things?

Uh, yeah, you know.

Work's a slog, but what are you gonna do?

Deer season was fantastic, though, so I am golden.

That is not what I meant.

Mikey!

You don't wanna know what I got?

-What'd you get? -I got an eight-point.

180-pounder big boy.

You let me know if you want some tenderloin, okay?

Mikey! Metallica, Aerosmith, what?

What? What do I look like, huh? The Grand Chancellor of Music?

Huh? Play whatever! We're not gonna stay long.