[alarm clock beeping]
[Beeping stops]
[Elevator dings]
[Door closes]
Good morning,
Kenneth.
You're
on deck early.
I finished the vp-2310
instruction manual, sir.
Why, look at that.
Ahead of deadline.
You should have e-mailed it
to the print shop.
I know,
but I'm ready
for another
assignment, sir.
This is our biggest job yet,
put us in the loop
for government contracts--
the big time, lots
of cost overruns.
What is it?
It's materials
for a user manual
for a federal
data-entry program.
Bureaucratic bozos spent
millions on the software.
Now no one can figure out
how to use it.
Dense.
Very complex.
When's the deadline?
3 weeks from now.
That's one week
to complete each volume.
It's all due
at the end of the month.
Not much time for
a project this size.
Well, the slackers
out there
haven't got enough grit
to pull it off.
Think you
can handle it?
Well, I, uh...
I better get started
right away.
Hold on. I got
something else for you.
Meet your new
word processor
and layout assistant.
Hi. I'm Lisa belmer.
Nice to meet you.
This is Kenneth,
best tech writer we've got.
Oh.
May I talk
to you alone
for a second,
sir?
Excuse me.
Sir, I'd really prefer
to work alone on this.
You can't do it solo.
Deadline's too tight.
You write the copy.
Let her do
the grunt work.
Sir, I really think
she'll slow me down.
I mean, what does she
know about publishing?
Well, she used to do
those kid magazines they
do on their computers.
But didn't we
have a deal? I--
finish the manual
by the end of the month,
and you get your bonus.
Make it work.
Yes, sir.
Man on radio:
It's a pretty tough commute
for those
heading home tonight.
Southbound i-5...
[Woman laughing]
[Woman moaning]
I found that
on my desk.
Huh.
Oh, she wants it, Ken.
She wants it bad.
She was made for it.
You know her?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
I could introduce you...
If you want her.
I wouldn't kick her
out of bed.
Oh, yeah,
she's a wild one.
Lets you do anything
you want to her.
[Slurp]
Anything.
So, do you
want
her?
Do you want to
f*ck
her?
Ha ha ha! You chump!
She's plastic. Ha ha ha!
I told you he
couldn't tell.
I mean, he's
plastic himself.
Oh, yeah, right, Jason.
You fell for it, too.
It's not even a real girl.
It's a deluxe sex doll.
I saw it on this website.
See? you design it
yourself.
You pick the parts--
all anatomically
accurate,
made from medical-
grade materials,
photo-realistic.
Jason:
it's too creepy.
Can't be real.
I bet it's a joke.
Yeah, maybe.
I mean, you'd think
it would plug in,
move or something,
like a hot box.
Well, that's the creepy part.
It's a doll. It just...
It just lays there.
Yeah.
You do all the work,
just like real life.
It's got silicone rubber skin,
ceramic teeth,
and real human hair.
Whatever happened
to sugar and spice
and everything nice?
Who needs that
when you've got
"soft openings
to accommodate your
every pleasure"?
Hey, Kenneth,
even you
could get lucky
with her.
It's even got
a spring-loaded arm
for hand jobs.
What kind of weirdo
is gonna spend
$10,000 on a sex doll?
Hey, you don't have
to take a sex doll
to go and see
the english patient.
Ha ha ha!
Um, heads up. Novak.
You have
something for me?
Uh...
I heard you're
really fast.
I thought I might
get a head start
on the new pages.
Thanks.
Oh, that's it?
What a relief.
I thought you
were gonna bury me.
It's very dense.
I have to organize.
Oh, I'm not
complaining.
I'm still trying
to figure out
that clunky
word-processor program.
Just can't seem to make
that computer work.
You're the star
technical writer.
Maybe you could
explain it to me or...
Uh...
Never mind.
I'll...See you tomorrow.
Wait!
Thanks a lot.
[Woman moaning]
Excuse me. Hi.
I'm Lisa.
I'm new here.
And I just wanted
to introduce myself.
Dotson.
Sheremy here doesn't believe me
about the sex doll.
Go ahead.
Show him the picture.
Marvels of modern
science, my boy.
It was here
this morning.
Where is it?
Sheremy,
where's my stuff?
It was right here.
What's wrong with you?
This is all you got?
You're behind
schedule already.
You used to be on time,
like clockwork.
The temp girl
isn't setting any
speed records either.
I'll catch up
this weekend.
It's just a very
complicated program, sir.
Kenneth, if you
can't handle it,
I'll get someone
else who can.
You do what
you need to do
to get your head
on straight. Do it.
Fast.
Woman's voice:
Oh...Hello.
My name is Nikki.
I want to fully embody
your desire.
What kind of girl
do you dream about--
full-figured?
[Woman moans]
Too cheap.
Nikki: exotic?
Too scary.
Nikki: willowy?
Yes. like that.
Nikki: I want
to be pretty for you.
What color eyes
do you like?
Kenneth: green.
Nikki: what kind of mouth
do you want to kiss?
Like this?
Do you like my breasts?
Oh, thank you.
Please give me arms
to hold you.
Now, my legs...
[Moans]
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
[Ring]
Hello?
Man: Mr. Kenneth
winslow?
Yeah.
This is
a telebanking
associate
from Concord
savings.
I'm calling
to verify
an overdraft
to your account--
an electronic debit
of $10,750
to modern leisure
appliances company.
Your overdraft
protection covers
your account
until the end
of the month.
At that time,
the balance must
be paid in full.
Ok. well, uh...
That should be fine.
I'm working
on a big project,
and I have
a bonus coming, so--
thank you for using
Concord savings.
[Dial tone]
[Beep]
[Knock on door]
What is in the box?
It's a refrigerator.
Kind of small
for a refrigerator.
"Modern leisure
appliance."
Never heard of them.
Be careful.
It's new paint.
[Voices approaching]
What's in the crate?
A new refrigerator.
Woman: oh.
We're about ready
for a new fridge.
Let's take a look.
We'll have to unpack it
to get it through the door.
Good idea.
I'll get the tools.
Hey, listen.
Watch yourself.
Living next-door
to the manager...
You never know
these days...
About
your neighbors.
There's something
freakish about that guy.
Just let me know
if he causes any trouble.
[Elevator dings]
Let's open the baby up.
[Door closes]
[Drill whirring]
[Bang]
[Kenneth moans]
I'm calling because I'm not
satisfied with the, uh...
Product.
Yes, I do still have
the original packaging.
Well....
Yes, it has...
Been used, but...
I understand.
Nikki: now it's time to arouse
your largest sexual organ--
your brain.
Fill me with your
erotic imagination.
Make me like someone
you want,
maybe like someone
you already know.
Oh. hey, uh...I still
haven't finished
the other pages.
You know, it's...
Nikki: what kind of music
does she like?
That word processor is
3 versions out of date.
Nikki: how does she dress?
What makes her happy?
What makes her hot?
Lisa: you're the star
technical writer.
Maybe you could
explain it to me or...
Right here?
In the typing pool?
It is after hours.
What if someone sees us?
Well...if you think
it will help.
[Alarm clock beeping]
[Beeping stops]
Where's Lisa?
Lisa's way behind
in her work.
She got in a row
with a supervisor.
Now she's in the head,
crying her eyes out.
I...i've got to
let her go.
Well...
but, sir...
I have a system
with Lisa.
Look.
volume one--
it's already
finished.
She just needs
to typeset it.
Too much drama.
I'll get you
another typist.
Sir, I really like
working with Lisa.
[Lisa crying softly]
Volume one. You can't argue
with results.
[Slam]
Where are you going?
You can't leave now.
We're just
getting started.
I can't get
anything to work.
I can't get
anyone to help.
Everyone hates me
because I'm a temp,
as if I want their
stupid jobs anyways.
I tried to catch up,
you know.
The supervisor wouldn't
let me stay late,
said I might steal
office supplies.
Can you...
Can you believe it?
Well...maybe I could
show you a few things
after hours, if you
think it would help.
Oh, I don't know.
I can't go back
there, you know.
Everyone
is so hateful.
I started out
in the typing pool.
I know what
it's like down here.
All right.
Run macro
after format.
You know, I did
desktop publishing,
'zines and stuff,
which is
why I thought
I'd be good here.
This is
so different.
What are 'zines?
Oh. uh...
Like a magazine.
You write
about yourself,
your hobbies,
anything.
It's kind of
embarrassing.
But 'zines
were the rage
in high school.
I don't know.
It seems
sort of naive
and self-implorive
now.
I'm sorry I had
that meltdown today.
It seems kind of
funny now, right?
All that angst over
instruction manuals
no one even reads.
What do you mean?
Well, think about it.
I mean,
all over the world,
there are vcrs
blinking 12 A.M.
One of the first things
people throw away.
Yeah. uh...
Macro "l" to justify.
And function 6
to repaginate.
Done.
Then e-mail the completed
document to print shop.
It's so easy
when you explain it.
Everything's easy if you
just read the instructions.
Hmm.
[Typing]
I've been watching you
with the new girl.
Sorry, sir.
You startled me.
What exactly
are your intentions?
Intentions?
I see preferential treatment
over senior typists
in exchange for
after-hours fraternizing
in company offices.
Careful, Kenneth.
Even a temp
can sue this company
for sexual harassment.
But I'm not
harassing. I'm--
hate to give you
a citation.
You have
a spotless record.
I've always considered you
the model employee.
[Woman moaning]
[Elevator dings]
[Drill whirring]
[Drill whirring]
[Drill whirring]
[Drill whirring]
[Winch clicking]
[Wood creaking]
[Waltz playing]
Hmm.
Where did you
find this jacket?
Oh, some thrift store.
It creeps me out,
shopping
at those places.
I could be wearing
dead people's clothes.
The first thing
I'm gonna do
when I get a new job--
I'm gonna get
some new clothes,
and not just new to me,
but really new.
I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to stare.
Uh...
I couldn't help
but notice
your ensemble.
It's a very good
look for you.
No. it's not
too daring at all.
It's...
very professional.
I, uh...
I was actually
wondering if, uh...
You'd...like to go
to a movie with me
or something.
I never realized
how empty my life was
till I met you.
Now I don't know
how I ever lived
without you.
I'm so glad
we found each other.
[Kiss]
Print it.
One down, 2 to go.
You kids
make a great team.
Lisa, just toss that temp badge
and join us full-time.
You mean I'm hired?
I have a job?
Welcome aboard,
my dear.
Kimberly will set up
your paperwork,
your parking card...
Thank you.
Your insurance forms,
your...
Come on.
[Alarm clock beeping]
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
Weakly:
Kenneth...winslow.
Hello.
Hello?
Nikki, is that you?
[Intercom beeps]
Novak: Kenneth,
on deck.
Hey, Ken,
here you go.
Volume one.
Good work.
Thank you.
You're the best
copy writer
I've got, Ken.
I need you
in the bullpen,
and seeing
how you turned
this job around,
I owe you better.
Congratulations.
I'm promoting you
to editor.
What about the manual?
Well, you still got
to finish 2 volumes,
but you can work
in your new office
instead of
in the bullpen.
[Knock on door]
Come in.
Congratulations. I heard
about your promotion.
Yeah. I can't really
start editing, though,
until I finish
the manual.
Hmm. well, now we both
have something to celebrate.
You doing anything special?
I hadn't really
thought about it.
Why? Are you?
You know.
I do?
I told you.
When I got
a real job,
I am getting
new clothes.
Well...new to you
or really new?
A girl I know
shops at this place.
It's a very good
look for you.
It's very
professional.
Clothes.
New job.
New me.
I'll take it.
Hey, honey. Uh...
Sorry I'm late.
I, uh...Got home a...
Of course I appreciate
all you've done for me.
I...
Well, I got home
as soon as I could.
I...
I didn't know
you were so jealous.
[Beeping]
[Pushing button rapidly]
Ken, are you ok?
I tried to catch
you downstairs,
but I couldn't
keep up in these
heels. I--
[telephone rings]
[Ring]
It's you, isn't it?
Please,
leave me alone.
What do you want
from me? I--
[knock on door]
Can I come in?
You look
kind of stressed.
Do I?
Yeah. you've been
working too hard.
I think you need
to take some time off.
Yeah. I need
to finish volume 2.
Hmm.
It's for volume 2.
After all
you've done for me,
I wanted to help
you for a change.
Wow. it's clear.
It's simple.
You're better than most
of our staff writers.
I just tried to imagine
how you would write it.
I mean, it needs
some editing, but--
so edit. That's
your new job, right?
Well, I've...
Let me finish
volume 2.
You can edit
my pages on Monday,
and we'll still be
on schedule.
Oh...i don't know.
Come on. Stay home
this weekend.
Relax.
Do something
special.
[Changing channels
on television]
[Turns off television]
I, uh...
Need to talk to you
about something.
I think...
Maybe we should...
Slow down a bit,
give each other
some breathing room.
I...
Maybe...
[Swallows]
Even...
See other people.
You're wrong.
Lisa's
not like that.
I mean, you make it
sound so cheap.
She thinks
I'm special.
She understands me.
You...
Why would you
do that?
Please, please.
Ok, listen.
I'll do anything
you say.
Just please
don't tell her
about us, ok?
Let's stay up.
[Kenneth sobbing]
Man on telephone: Modern leisure
appliance technical support.
May I help you?
Kenneth: there's something wrong
with the doll you sold me.
It's out of control.
It's telling me to do
these terrible things.
Please, just tell me
how to turn it off.
Man on telephone:
Uh, sir...
Yes, dear, I'm coming.
Kenneth, what are
you doing here?
You're supposed
to be relaxing
this weekend.
What are you
holding?
Chinese food.
Lisa: well, when i
first came here,
I felt totally
out of place,
but now it's all
going great.
But...then there's
something else?
Well, just getting used
to the grind, you know.
Growing up.
Nothing special.
Tell me. We're
the only ones here.
Mmm.
Work is so...Cold,
you know, impersonal
compared to school...
Especially art school.
It's like we don't even
really matter as people.
We're just tools, robots.
I feel that way
all the time.
I could disappear,
and no one would even notice,
as long as novak
met his deadline.
No one really cares.
I care.
I know.
I'm glad.
[Choking]
You're insane.
No! you don't know
what I want!
I want Lisa!
That's horrible.
Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up!
I told you,
it's over between us.
Novak: a couple of weeks ago,
she was ready to jump ship.
Think she's got what it takes
to make a tech writer?
She's very good,
and I've been
training her after hours
and weekends.
She has a real talent
for tech writing.
2 down.
One more to go.
Carry on.
Dotson: come
right over here.
Lisa: ok.
I have a d.S.L.
On my Internet.
So if you ever
want to use that,
just come on over.
Oh. ok.
Lisa: oh, yeah?
Yeah. I think there's,
like, apple Martinis and stuff.
Hey. uh...
What's up with him?
We're ahead of schedule.
So I was wondering
if you might like
to have dinner tonight.
Yeah. sure.
That...That...
That would be great.
Yeah?
The Chinese food place
right around the corner--
it's still open if you...
You always eat
Chinese food?
No. I'm...I thought
you liked Chinese food.
No, no, no.
I do. I do.
Just, you know,
not every day.
You need variety.
Yeah. I, uh...
I don't know
much about food.
Oh. oh, I see.
So you're
a virgin. Hmm.
Hmm. well, relax.
I am an experienced
foodie.
I will take care
of you.
Let's see...
Let's do
something exotic.
How about Indian
food? My treat.
Sure. I want
to try everything.
[Inaudible]
Would you like
to come inside?
Yeah.
[Keys rattle in lock]
I...didn't have
time to clean up.
I wasn't
expecting company.
It's all right.
Drink?
Sure.
[Waltz playing]
Here you go.
Thanks.
Cheers.
What's in your mouth?
My tongue ring.
You never noticed.
No. um...
Well...
Um...
That's
my guardian angel.
You did this to me! You!
Why do you keep following me?
Why won't you let me go?
It is over between us!
Over!
[Sitar music playing]
[Kenneth shouting]
Let me go, please.
Please.
[Sobbing]
Bitch!
[Muffled shouting]
[Music stops]
Kenneth: you!
I told you
to leave me alone!
[Punching]
It doesn't feel
very good, does it? Huh?
I'm gonna make you
like Lisa.
[Drill whirring]
And a tattoo
on your chest.
[Dialing]
[Telephone rings]
Computerized voice:
Please leave a message.
[Beep]
[Beep]
[Banging]
[Saw whirring]
[Waltz playing loudly]
[Sniffs]
I just wanted
to apologize
for the other night.
Let's just drop it.
This girl Nikki
I used to see
a long time ago...
She stalked
and att*cked me.
Last night just...
Brought back
memories,
and I was
too ashamed
to tell you.
I'm...i'm sorry, Kenny.
I had no idea.
I just...Nikki's
gone for good.
I just don't want
to lose you.
Come on.
Are the indicate
functions
in the category menu
or the select menu?
That's a data-entry
question.
Volume one...
I can't even remember.
I'll look it up.
Volume one seems
like such a long
time ago.
So much
has happened
since we started
this project.
I know.
Novak: whoa.
Pardon me.
I was just going
to tell you
how pleased I am
with your work
on the manual.
Thank you,
Mr. novak.
Is there
anything else?
Get back to work.
[Laughing]
"All my love, Nikki"?
What...what is this?
We...we're wearing
the same clothes, Kenneth,
and the same hair.
You...you wanted me to be like
your ex-girlfriend?
The stalker?
No.
All along,
you just wanted me
to be like Nikki.
You never cared
about me.
You were
just using me?
All the help
here at work,
it was just a game?
That's not--
how do you explain
this, huh?
What's your story
of this--
you wanted me
to be like...
A rubber sex doll?
What kind of
a person are you?
Please don't
do this to me.
I'm sorry. Please.
I'll do anything you say.
You stay away
from me.
Lisa--
what the hell
is going on?
It looks bad, you being
her immediate superior.
I've got to protect
the company
from any
harassment claims.
That's a demerit.
It's on your permanent record.
Any further contact
with miss belmer
will be grounds
for termination.
But I need her help
to finish the manual.
Move on, sailor.
Find a new girl.
Woman's voice on computer:
Thank you.
Please stay on line
as we process your order.
Transaction denied.
Credit limit exceeded.
[Dialing]
Man: customer service.
How may I help you?
Hello. modern
leisure appliances?
Hi. I'm calling from
accurate technical
publishing.
We write
instruction manuals,
and as
an introduction,
we'd like to revise
your current manual,
free of charge.
[Indistinct]
Oh. well, I notice
your current manual
doesn't cover certain
operating problems,
certain complications.
[Indistinct]
Of course, I'll ne--
we'll need a sample
model for resear--
thank you very much.
I know it's just
an oversight,
but your rent is due.
I have to charge you a late fee
if you don't pay soon.
[Answering machine beeps]
Man: this is a message
for Mr. Kenneth winslow
from Concord savings.
Your overdraft
is now due.
Second man: This is Steve
from the print shop.
I'm still waiting
on those files.
Novak: Kenneth, I've got
too much riding on this project
for you to screw it up.
Watch it.
It's your job.
[Tape rewinding]
[Elevator door opens]
[Alarm clock beeping]
Kenneth: I usually
don't ask,
but I was wondering
if you could advance me
the bonus
you promised.
Bonus?
These pages
are unusable.
They're incoherent.
For the last week, Lisa
has been rewriting your work.
I can't carry you
anymore.
But you promised me
my usual rate and a bonus.
Kenneth...
You're fired.
We need to talk.
I need you. It's--
you shouldn't
be here.
At least speak
to novak.
Get me my old job
back, anything!
Even the typing pool!
You're not
gonna help me,
after everything
I've done for you?
[Elevator dings]
[Thud]
[Sitar music playing]
[Dialing]
[Ring]
Honey, can you get that?
[Video game on television]
Doris!
[Ring]
[Beep]
This better be
important. I'm busy.
It's radley,
the manager downstairs.
Yeah.
what do you want?
I don't know exactly,
but I saw something
very suspicious.
I don't know if it's
a m*rder or a sex doll.
Hey, I'm
off-duty, ok?
If this is for real,
call 911.
If this is some
pervy joke,
I'll bust you
for making
a false report.
Never mind.
It's probably nothing.
Weirdo.
How's your head?
Lucky I wrote
that first-aid manual.
What...what do you
want from me?
I just think
we need to spend
some time together,
just to work
things out.
What about
Mr. novak's manual?
He's probably
looking for me right now.
Everything's
on schedule.
It's easy to write
now that we're
back together.
I can just e-mail it
to the print shop
under your account.
It's like you said,
no one will
even miss you.
Come here.
Relationships
are a 2-way street.
I'm doing
all the work,
and you're not even trying!
I think you need to take
some time off to relax,
just think
about things maybe.
[Whimpers]
Shh!
Shh. maybe
he'll go away.
[Muffled screams]
It's gonna be fine.
Hello?
Anyone home?
[Muffled screams]
Who is there?
Oh, my god.
Hurry. he's somewhere
in the apartment.
Calm down.
I'll call the police.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
You shouldn't
be here.
Kenneth: sorry.
I didn't mean
to hit you like that.
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
Nikki, is that you?
I made such a terrible mess
of everything.
I miss you so much.
I just want to make things
right between us.
Is there any way
that we can just start over?
What should I do?
Ask me anything.
Ok.
[Muffled screams]
[Waltz playing loudly]
[Saw whirring]
You know, Nikki and i
thought we were all alone,
until we found others
who were just like us
on the Internet.
They taught me all about
bone plastination,
how to preserve your body
for Nikki.
You know,
everything's easy
if you just read
the instructions.
Nikki is really...
The only one...
That understands me.
You know,
it's not enough
just to talk to her.
I need to be
with her, hold her.
So I'm gonna
give her your body.
[Ring]
[Ring]
Nikki?
Uh, nothing.
Excuse me.
Nikki...
Honey, you know
she means
nothing to me.
We...we were
just talking.
I e-mailed it
to the print shop.
They know what you did.
Don't you understand?
They're gonna call the cops.
They'll be here
any minute.
You have to stop!
Just stop!
Stop!
Nikki warned me
about girls like you.
Nikki is not alive.
She's just a doll.
She isn't real!
She's not alive!
She's not real.
She's not real.
Listen to me--
[muffled screams]
Just because
she's not alive
doesn't mean
she isn't real.
[Muffled]
please! no! Please!
No!
[Beeping]
[Muffled screams]
Yeah, yeah, put it
in Betty's file.
Right there.
Knock it off.
Shape up.
You jokers could take
some pointers from Lisa belmer.
What?
the cute girl?
I thought
she quit.
Quit? she finished
the manual...
Right on schedule.
[Telephone rings]
Where is she?
We haven't
seen her all week.
All week? Well, where did
these come from?
[Drill whirring]
[Indistinct
radio transmissions]
The owner's
totally freaked.
Last week, somebody
tossed a mannequin
in the same dumpster.
Like a...Some kind
of rehearsal.
This time,
it's a real body.
[Flies buzzing]
Ooh. it's a small
world after all.
You know the corpse?
The manager of my
apartment building.
Wow. maybe the neighbors
saw something.
No. they're a bunch
of degenerates.
Hold it. I know the guy
who lives next door.
He's, like,
a regular Joe.
[Muffled screams]
[Telephone rings]
Computerized voice:
Please leave a message.
[Beep]
Man: Kenneth winslow,
this is detective Martin quinley
with the Los Angeles
police department.
Do you remember me?
We're neighbors. Ha ha ha.
Anyway, we were talking
just a few weeks ago
when you got that new
refrigerator. How's it working?
Well, you know that oddball
apartment manager.
Well, he got himself
k*lled,
and since you live next door,
i figured I'd call
and see if you noticed
anything unusual.
I had my suspicions
about that guy.
He didn't seem right.
So, better be careful
until we get this
sorted out.
Thanks for your help.
And have a nice day.
He's probably at work.
Maybe we should check out
the body's apartment.
May be some clues.
Yeah. why not?
It's on my way home.
I'll surprise
the missus.
You had lunch yet?
I have to empty
a few major arteries
to let you out
and pour Nikki in.
[Muffled screams]
She hasn't been here.
Maybe she e-mailed her work
directly to the print shop.
This embalming fluid
will end your suffering
and preserve
your beauty for Nikki.
Relationships
come and go,
but plastination
is forever.
Aah!
She sent the first
file Tuesday night.
She sent a new file
yesterday.
What file?
Aah!
[Siren]
Forget it. That thing's
giving me a headache.
[Siren stops]
Besides, radley's
already dead.
What's the hurry?
What do you mean, 2 whole days
before I can report
a missing person?
No one's seen her all week.
Here's
that new file.
Hold it.
Jesus Christ.
Screw them.
Screw the cops.
I don't need them.
I can take care of myself.
[Sobs softly]
k*lling...k*lling
is too good for you.
I'm gonna show them
what you really are.
I'm gonna lock you up
in that box
and deliver you
to the police myself.
Aah!
Uh...
You knew what you
were doing to me!
You studied it,
planned it all out, huh?
Everything
you did to me!
Now it's your turn!
Die, you sick f*ck!
Die!
Looks like we got here
just in time.
You ok, buddy?
Kenneth, back already?
What about
your medical leave?
I just wanted to get
back to work, sir.
It's horrible
what happened--
Lisa holding you c*ptive
in your own apartment,
e-mailing her work
so she could stay
and t*rture you.
She always seemed like
such a...Nice girl.
A little
high-strung, though.
Well, there's no way
that the company
could have known.
We're as much the victim
here as anybody.
Of course.
Uh...i was going to
mail this to you,
but since
you're here...
A bonus.
Just like I promised.
Welcome back, sailor.
[Door opens and closes]
Woman: Nikki is
a very lucky girl.
Well, you're always
buying flowers for her.
She's very lucky
to have a guy like you,
someone who really knows
how to treat a girl,
how to make her
feel special.
That's real romantic.
Love Object (2003)
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