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10 Items Or Less script

Sorry. What was your name again?

Packy. Packy?

Yeah. Are we lost, Packy?

Damn it! Damn it! I had this nailed before.

I swear. Dude, we're gonna find it. Don't worry about it.

So you're driving for the picture?

Donny's my cousin. You know, Donny?

Ah, yeah.

I'm kinda like the all-purpose kind of guy.

Your cousin? Yeah.

And this is his first picture.

Yeah, you know.

I guess that thing we did in Bartoli's back yard doesn't count.

This is like his first film. Movie.

Is he good with actors? Does he like actors?

Uh--

You're kinda like the first actor I've ever met, so--

But I know he's ing so psyched that you're doing this.

You're playing the store manager.

Well, now, I haven't committed yet.

This is just research, you know?

Just take a look at the location.

Research, get a feel for the character.

So, Donny says you haven't worked in, like, four years

or something like that.

Well, not four.

It's a long ing time, right?

Well, I mean, you know, I've had--

It's not like I haven't had offers.

So you're back! You're in' back in business.

How does it feel?

Well, I wouldn't exactly call this "back."

Not "back" back, you know?

Not like "comeback" back.

Just a little independent thing.

Oh. Nicely under the radar.

I mean, if it flies, fine.

And if it doesn't, it won't even count.

It's like a blow job.

Yeah. Like a cinematic blow job.

No shit.

All right, this is so--

This is so ing uncool, I know. But I'm driving, so it.

I mean-- Hey, would you mind just doin' a little bit for me?

Any part. Any part is fine.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

The thing-- The book on tape?

You did this so well. Come on. Any part.

Anything, really.

Uh, no, no, no.

Chapter four.

Wait, wait.

Her ivory hand grasped firmly, the door swung open

with the hush of luxury.

And there-- I never did a book on tape.

Here you go! Her brim swept up,

her eyes filled with the glory, the spectacle that was Titanic.

Man. It's not me.

Modest motherer.

I'm telling you, it's not me.

The soles of his leather-- Of course it's you.

What else you been doin' for the past four years?

That's not me, man.

All right, first of all--

I would never-- I would never go that way.

I would never choose those rhythms.

You know what I'm saying?

You get a scene like that, you don't drop into those rhythms.

You don't play the obvious. You always go under.

Run it by me again. You want to play it again?

Yeah.

Her brim swept up, and her eyes filled--

No, see, he's all caught up in his reading.

He's totally disconnected.

I wouldn't-- I wouldn't have a--

"Earth received her step.

"Brim up,

"her eyes encompassed the glory,

the spectacle, that was Titanic."

Oh, my God! What?

So. This is-- Ground Zero.

You gonna remember how we got here?

Yeah, I'm down with the map, so it's no big deal.

So, how do you wanna--

How do you want to handle this?

Sneak me in through the back, maybe?

For what?

This is fine.

So, how long do you need?

You don't stay? No, I run.

Frickin' Porta Potties in Brea, wherever the heck that is.

You remember which way we--

No, I'm in' with you, man.

I'm just-- It's a joke. All right.

An hour or so should do it.

Okay.

Now, you will be coming back?

Yeah. Hey, good field trip, all right?

And man, seriously--

Put it back.

Yes, you. Put it back.

You're not gonna take it. You never do.

Stop squeezing the shit out of it and put it back.

I'm watching you, cabr髇.

You gonna pick it or do I?

Your mama didn't teach you how to count?

Let's go.

Fine. More for me.

Lee.

Come on.

$16.60.

Get a milk.

Vamos.

Oh. Oh. Shit.

Lee!

Can you not do that?

Sorry. I was just-- Watching, I know.

I saw you come in.

Is this bothering you?

I mean, am I bothering you standing here?

You are three feet from my face.

Sorry.

Well, where should I--

$24.50. No receipt.

Oh.

Give me that.

How do you do that? The numbers?

How do you-- You know before they even--

I'm terrible with numbers.

You got prices, you got totals.

How many can there be?

Do you have to train for that?

I mean, to remember all that?

Some special training? Yeah. Right.

I'm too A.D.D. I could never--

So you-- You really anticipate, right?

Oh, I mean, you're good. You're really good.

Wow.

Does the manager have to be that good?

I mean, with the numbers?

What about the other one? She that good?

I mean, she's not pulling in the customers.

Why, no. Not while she sits on her ass!

But then, I guess you don't have to work if you're ing the manager!

Kiss it.

Bitch.

That puta gets the gold lane and does shit,

and I carry the floor.

You tell me how smart I am.

I wasn't aware there were lane distinctions.

You are looking at them.

Ten items or less.

You been standing there.

You see one jerk not try to push the count, huh?

Always a fight.

So, this is the less desirable lane.

This? This is where checkers come to die.

Look at this. Look at--

Even the register sucks.

In Italy, they give long receipts to pretty woman as a come-on.

Toll-takers on the highway.

Sort of a projection of length, if you know what I mean.

Why are you here?

I was hopin' to see the manager.

But I guess he's not here.

I don't know. Why don't you ask her?

No, no. It's okay. It's cool.

What did you want with him?

I'm just doing a little research.

You're a cop?

No! Ha! No, no.

I'm-I'm-- Shitting you.

I know who you are.

You do? You are in that Ashley Judd movie.

You saw that? Blockbuster over there.

Only shit we see.

Yeah, well, I'm-- Mm, I know.

And you are? Your name again is--

Did I tell you? No, of course not.

Research for what?

A project.

What the hell does that mean, "a project"?

Uh, film. You know.

Little-- Uh, nothing I've committed to.

Just-- A movie.

Yeah. Then why don't you say so?

Scarlet. That's your name. Scarlet.

Yeah.

Yeah. Good strong name, Scarlet.

Beautiful name.

It's the lead in a movie name. Scarlet.

What would you possibly learn here?

Everything. Everything. What?

Well, for instance, do you know...

that you change hands every other customer?

You got this rhythm thing going. Are you aware of that? Hmm?

Are you shitting me? No!

No, it's just details. It's all detail.

That's all character is, behavior.

You have to build it.

For instance, this blouse that you're wearing here

under this smock?

That's a choice, right? That's specific.

What does it say to us, to the audience?

It says that she's here but she's not here.

She's doing it, but on here own terms.

You see what I'm saying?

Or, it's very uncomfortable. What have we got here.

Some sort of a poly blend?

Hard to say. It's not wool, is it?

I don't do well with wool. Sweat like a motherer.

Manager doesn't have to wear wool, does he?

Might have a problem with it.

Are all actors like you? Sadly, no.

Oh, Jesus. Lee.

Lee!

Is that him? Is that the manager?

Oh. Oh, the vest is great.

He's a standby. Deaf as a post.

Deaf! Yeah, he's-- Oh, shit.

How am I supposed to get out of here?

Put it back!

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Scarlet!

What are you doing?

You're doing a wonderful job, Scarlet.

Customers, please note the outstanding work

being done by our employee in the 10 items or less lane.

And you'll find there's no waiting in aisle number one,

where our full service checker is currently sitting on her ass.

Hey, off.

Why the hurry?

Because. I was supposed to get out of here 15 minutes ago.

And if I just leave Lee here,

the place will probably get robbed again.

Robbed? Like, "robbed" robbed?

Where do you think you are?

Really?

I'm sick of taking care of these children.

But wait. Are you going now?

Don't stay too long. The next shift doesn't speak English.

Well, wait a minute. Couldn't you stay a few more minutes?

I gotta go. Just five more minutes.

Aren't you supposed to get picked up?

There's some little autobus that comes, or--

Yeah, yeah. I don't know where the kid is.

He was supposed to be here an hour ago.

You think he's coming?

Do I know him?

Well, what if he's lost? So call him.

I-I forgot my cellphone.

Darn. So did I.

Use the pay phone, like the rest of America.

Well, see, the thing is, I--

I don't have a phone number for him. The little P.A. guy, he left,

and he didn't give me a phone number--

He told me he was gonna find me here.

So no ride.

No.

And there's no one you can call?

No. I don't know the--

I mean, it's just a shitty little production company, you know?

I haven't even committed yet.

So call home. You do have a home?

See? See?

A clear mind. Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh.

What?

I don't remember the number.

We had the phone numbers changed a week or so ago, but--

For security, and I-I don't remember.

You don't know your number?

What are you, 12?

You don't know your own phone number?

Not this week.

Can't you call a cab?

Think they'd take a card?

Diner's Club?

Are you kidding?

What? The rates are terrific.

Jesus.

What do you people do when you get in trouble?

Who do you normally call?

Manager.

Agent!

Hi. It's me.

The other me.

Ye--

Oh.

Oh.

Okay. Thank you.

Hi.

Is he in?

Really?

When?

Oh.

Right. Okay. All right. Yeah.

Thank you.

What?

It's no good. They're all gone.

It's a Jewish holiday.

Today?

Tomorrow. They've... stretched it.

Then who were you talking with?

The, uh-- the switchboard.

So, everyone else?

Gone.

They're all Jewish?

They are today.

Look... I don't know what to tell you.

I got to be somewhere.

I'm-I'm already late.

And I got shit I got to do first, and--

And if I leave you, you're gonna get yourself killed.

I can't believe this.

Okay. Shit. Okay, we'll get you home.

But I got shit I got to do first, so...

you're just going to have to come with me.

Hold this.

Ah, that's a hell of a trick.

Quick change between scenes.

Me, I can't put on two socks in an hour.

Oh, that's good on you, that blue.

That's my secret, you know?

Brings out that youthful glow in you, blue does.

Huh, that's not after-school wear.

What, a quick stop at the Red Onion?

Is that the action here?

A little wrinkled here.

Oh, damn it!

You forgot something.

What did you forget?

Fucking keys. You forgot your keys?

Not mine.

You forgot somebody else's keys.

Whose keys did you forget?

My ex-husband's.

Oh, you're not old enough to have an ex-husband.

How old are you?

Twenty-five. How old are you?

Old enough to have an ex-husband.

So, you took his keys?

His keys. My car. Ah.

How long were you married?

Still am.

You're still--

Can't afford the divorce yet.

Ah. Okay.

So, why the split?

Well, what do--

what do you think?

Uh, married too young or grew separately as people?

What?

He s other women and takes my car.

Got it.

Yo, ese! What's up, Hollywood?

Hey, man! How you doing?

Whoo hoo hoo!

See that?

Haven't done a movie in four years.

Ha! Star Mobile.

God, I feel at home already.

This your neighborhood?

Nice. Real... texture.

What do you think a place goes for around here?

I always wanted to get a place, you know, in the city...

that's just for meetings.

Where are we again?

This your place?

No. No.

Oh, check stand number one.

I need my keys.

Hmm. Tell Bobby I want my keys and the ing cash he owes me.

Tell him yourself.

Damn, it stinks.

The manager.

What the are you doing here?

Hey, you're supposed to be on the floor. Who the is watching Lee?

I don't know. Why don't you call the manager?

Give me my keys.

Who's this?

This is--

Hey. No, no. I know who he is.

What the is he doing here?

Research. Re-- research?

What, on you?

What are you, the new Ashley Judd?

No, asshole. It's a project.

Oh, a project, huh? Like a class project?

No, it's nothing I've committed to yet. I'm just-- just--

He can't get home, Bobby. He needs a ride.

Give me my keys.

He can't call someone?

They're all Jewish.

So they don't drive?

Well, what she's trying to say is, um, I-I forgot the numbers.

See, we had a little security issue at home

and we changed all the phones and--

Scarlet, Scarlet, what the 's with the getup?

Huh? Don't-- don't tell me.

You're going on that in' interview.

Interview? You've got an interview?

Scar, baby, we talked about this. Okay?

You really think anybody's gonna take some grocery hump seriously?

I mean, you've never even seen the inside of a in' office.

I'm sorry.

I thought she was the grocery hump.

Hey, at least someone got pregnant.

That cash was mine.

Now give it to me and give me the keys to my car.

You know, I saw you walk out with that load under your arms the other night.

You're gonna pay that back, right?

I did. For three years.

Hey, Scarlet... how's the Green Card coming?

Hey, Lorraine, have another beer for the baby, huh?

Come on. Come on, babe.

Give me my keys.

Bobby, give me the keys.

Hey, come on. Don't. Give me the keys.

Bobby, give me the keys.

Ow! Ow! What the ?

Get the off me!

What? Mi dinero.

Ow! Ow! God damnit!

Fuckin' bitch! Get off me!

Get the off me!

Ow! Ow! That in' hurts! That hurts! That hurts!

Here, take it!

Fucking get the out!

I'm all right. Cabr髇.

I'm all right, baby.

I'm good.

Th-- they're not armed, are they?

You in' bitch!

Oh! Hoo! Oh, my.

Uh, maybe the prudent thing at this point is ask if you're, uh, okay to drive?

You see an old Pontiac? Green, like her eyes?

Uh...

Yeah. Right behind us.

Good.

No!

You mothering cunt! You motherer!

Fucker! What do you think?

Go again?

Fuck you! I-I'd say you're good.

Fuck you, you ing bitch!

Fuck you, bitch! You motherer!

Aren't you going to do something, you ing pussy?

Get off the floor!

Fucker!

What? What's the matter?

Look at this. The whole thing was a mistake.

That's nothing. Nothing.

This is a fix. It's a-- it's a wardrobe change.

Don't worry about it. What time was th-- the thing?

Who's it with? Who--

What are we auditioning for?

And how am I supposed to get you home?

Fuck that. That's later.

What time's the thing?

At 4:00. 4:00. All right.

We got to get out of here, 'cause we got time to stop and--

Come on, come on, come on! Let's hit it.

Okay, now, this is what, this interview?

It's--

It's stupid. Aw, come on now.

I don't know.

Secretary. Perfect.

Office secretary.

Perfect.

It's, I don't know, construction company or something.

That's perfect. That's-- You're perfect for it.

You don't even know me.

Let me tell you something.

I may not know my phone number.

I might not even know what ing day it is,

but I know people.

I mean, the minute I see somebody, I know how to cast them.

I see the role.

Don't you do that? Hmm?

The minute I laid eyes on you, I said to myself,

D.A.'s office, E.R. intern, office manager.

Secretary.

Same thing, better billing.

I mean, I saw you four steps ahead of everybody else in that supermarket.

I saw you holding down the work of three people

because you know you're better than everybody else.

Am I right? Huh? Huh?

So what's a secretary but somebody who does the work of three people

while some other schlub gets the credit?

You know where we're headed here?

No.

Then shouldn't we stop and...

maybe ask for directions somewhere?

No directions. No directions.

I never ask for directions, okay?

Ah, see?

Perfect character choice.

Self-sufficiency. Rely on no one.

You remember where you got this blouse?

Uh...

No. S? Well, yes or no?

Quick. S?/i>, I think so.

Okay, take us there. Okay.

And don't stop for lights.

We got shit to do. Let's get to work.

Okay.

This is amazing.

It's Target.

Fantastic.

Target team member to home furnishings.

Target team member to home furnishings, please.

May I have a Target team member in infant wear.

Please, a Target team member in infant wear.

Ooh, ooh, ooh! Tch. Oh, no.

Look at these prices! Yeah.

How can they afford to do this?

I have to tell the office about this place.

Hmm. It's a well-kept secret.

Ah! What?

Designer t-shirts, eight dollars?

Do you know what this cost?

Huh?

You-- How much do you think this cost?

Oh, it's La Perla maxi-blend, right?

I'd say 80.

A hundred. Oh.

A hundred. Oh, that's pathetic.

You paid a hundred dollars for a t-shirt.

Oh, God, no. Not me.

Wardrobe department, the last movie I was on.

I get all my underwear through them.

But let me show you what you're paying for.

What?

Clint Eastwood taught me this.

See how the shirt cuffs right there at the middle of the muscle?

Look at that. Huh, see?

Mm. Makes me look 30, doesn't it?

Huh? Taller?  www.130q.com

Why is it you people make all the money and work so hard not to spend it?

Well, that's the game.  www.130q.com

I haven't shopped retail in years.

You have to learn these things when you're younger.

Oh, my God.

Look at the thread count on these.

- Magic Cloths two-pack for $21.99.

We're gonna go ahead and give you the second one for free.

Like I said, that's our standard package.

And until we run out of these mops, just let me know right now--

and I know you want one and you want one too--

we're gonna go ahead and give you that mop and that package

absolutely free today as a bonus gift.

So, like I said, "buy one, get one" is our standard package

until we run out of the mops.

Just let me know right now. And I know you want one.

Here, we're gonna go ahead and give you that mop.

Mm-mm, no.

Mm-mm.

Mm, no, no, no.

What?

The blue was working for you.

Don't throw the baby out with the bath water.

What is wrong with this?

Everything.

All right, forget the color.

Look at the shoulder construction. You don't need help like that.

You've got fantastic shoulders.

You go in there with this, you'll look like a linebacker.

You're too young to remember that picture.

Spent months trying to make me look like a sister.

You think I can buy off the rack?

Hell, no.

Couldn't even squeeze myself into a 14.

We had to do some very careful work.

By the time we were done, even the grips wanted to do me.

Here. Try this on.

Mm-hmm.

Damn.

Oh, that is wonderful.

Wonderful.

Oh, the Mizrahi. Very tasty.

Mm, might want to shorten the waist just a little.

Mm-hmm.

Dynamite. Dynamite.

Look at you ladies.

You're gonna get some tonight, for sure.

Is there anyone you don't talk to?

Why? I engage people.

I'm a connector.

Human interaction, it's the spice of life.

Pardon me, Tracey? Mm?

That's my daughter's name. Imagine that.

Same name as my daughter.

I bet they spelled it wrong too, didn't they?

They forgot the E.

Well, Tracey with an E... What pretty eyes.

Where could we find the cosmetics department?

Oh! No, no, no, no, no.

Now, now, a little schmutz isn't gonna hurt.

Pick up those eyes a little bit, hmm?

Where?

On the left, just past the auto parts.

Thank you.

I-I just love Barbershop.

So did I.

Now let's go raid the testers.

It's been years since I bought new makeup for my wife.

And the rest of this. Hmm?

How you plan on paying?

Go ahead and say it.

Thank you, Diner's Club.

Once more.

Thank you, Diner's Club.

Good!

Oh...

What time is it?

Never mind. Never mind. We're okay.

We'll have to do something here.

This is no good. This is terrible.

What?

We can't pull up to an audition looking like--

Interview.

Same pitch, better billing.

No, you've got to make an impression.

You pull up, you're on the runway before you can put it in park.

Oh, this is no good. This is filthy.

It's a car.

It's your entrance.

Look, offices have windows. Windows.

They see you coming, that's it; you're on.

Now, you cannot take the stage half-cocked.

We've got to get this to wardrobe.

Open up. Open up. Come on.

Which one's yours?

That one's mine. I mean, I'm with that one.

I got it. I got it this time.

I got it.

All right.

Good job.

Thank you.

Come on.

Oh, que bella.

It's me. Jody.

Aww...

Thank you.

It fits.

All right!

Look at us.

Now we're ready, Ms. Construction Office Manager.

How are you doing?

How does it look?

You want to puke.

Yep. Perfect.

No, really. It's perfect.

That's exactly how you should be feeling at this point.

What the am I thinking, huh?

What?

I've never seen the other side of the checkout stand.

So what?

I've never had a job where you're even allowed to sit down.

What are you-- What did you say you were, 25?

25? You're 25?

I was 30 before I got my first picture.

You're way ahead of the curve.

Nothing but time. Whole life ahead of you.

So let it start now.

Listen, listen, now. We can nail this thing.

Just got to get you focused.

Let's run it.

Okay? You want to run it?

The scene, the-- the thing.

We'll just knock it around.

Put it up on its feet.

All right?

You be you. I'll be whoever.

Well, the guy, the meeting.

Piece of cake.

Okay? Come on.

Okay.

Okay. Here we go.

Okay.

Ready? Yeah.

All right.

Uh, good afternoon, Miss, um...

Morales. Miss Morales.

Yeah.

Well, it's very nice to meet you.

Thank you.

It's a beautiful blouse.

Now it says here that you come to us from Archie's Ranch Market.

That's that fine establishment over in Carson.

Is that correct? Yes.

Where you apparently ran the 10-items-or-less checkout counter

while everybody else did shit.

No need for modesty here.

That's right. Yeah.

That's good.

Well... tell me about yourself, Miss Morales.

Okay, uh...

I'm, um-- I'm originally from Spain.

You don't say.

I've worked in the grocery service...

industry for six years.

Mm-hmm. And, um...

Oh, I can't. I can't.

What? I can't do this.

No, no, no! No, this is stupid.

This is-- No, no, no.

This is good. That was good.

Oh, come on. We were-- we were in it.

This is what it's all about. This is the fun shit.

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Tell me about yourself, Ms. Morales.

Family?

Mm, not exactly.

Married?

I have a husband, but-- He's a real prick.

Extra-extra large.

What about children? Any kids?

No. No.

Planning on having any? Down the line, maybe?

I don't know if, uh, I'm--

Okay, that's gonna be possible.

Do you know, or you don't know?

Don't know.

Don't know for sure.

No, n-no--

But I haven't--

Because you haven't been knocked up by an extra-large prick.

Is that his fault or yours?

I-I don't know.

He's so busy banging door number two, how could you know?

Yeah, but they got--

Sh-She got-- So fast.

And that means you can't.

No. No, I don't--

Have you had yourself checked out?

No, no, but I'm going to--

Then how do you know?

It's--

What has this got to do with construction?

Ah! That's good. That's very good.

They-They really gonna ask about this in the interview?

Mm, probably not. What the--

Why are you doing this?

Curious.

Why are you so curious about me?

Wh-What do you care?

Because I see you. You're me.

Well, not as-as handsome, but--

I mean, look at yourself.

You're 25 years old, right?

And you feel as old as I did on my last birthday.

A busted marriage, a shitty job,

convinced already that you're barren.

You lookin' back from the warning track

thinkin' you've already given away the good shit.

And try as you may, you cannot convince yourself

that there's anything left out there for you,

so why keep playing?

I know.

I know.

I sit here in this car,

with somebody I hardly know,

in a section of town I haven't a in' clue where I am.

Don't know my phone number,

don't know what day it is.

I don't think I even have a real friend I could call.

And I realize that I could just...

disappear.

Just... disappear.

I don't have any friends. I know you don't.

I never had them.

Never, at no time.

And I know everybody.

I could be your friend.

No, you couldn't. Nah.

No, you'd just want to have with me.

Maybe you could.

Do you play tennis?

You'd come over, hang out at the house, meet the kids--

We could meet for breakfast once a week.

You know we will never see each other again.

Bullshit! Of course we will.

Don't say that. Don't-- Let's not say what is not true.

Not-- Not here.

You know, maybe we should just get you home.

Forget this whole stupid--

No, no. No. Uh-uh-uh.

That's not you talking. That's your blood sugar.

When did you eat last? I don't-- What?

What do you eat in a day?

I-- You do your protein in the morning?

See? That's it. Everybody forgets that.

Everybody.

You know who told me that? The Dalai Lama.

Protein fanatic.

Why do you think he's smiling all the time?

Big pork chop under those robes.

You can't expect yourself to deliver on an empty tank.

Right? You can't focus. You like lentils?

Okay. Okay. Where can we score some lentils around here?

Okay. Plan B.

Girl needs some protein. Girl needs iron.

Hi. I was wondering if you couldn't put together

a little veggie something for us--

I don't know, a little tomato, a little cheese?

You know, something simple?

Sorry.

You know what I like to do sometimes?

Mm-mm.

When I'm feeling stale, you know?

And I need to come back to work fresh?

British. I do everything with a British accent.

It's quite pleasant, really.

Clears the linguistic palate.

Breaks the monotony, the needless anxiety.

Do try it.

Mm-hmm? Yes, go on.

Pleasant. Quite pleasant.

I say. Spot on, old girl. Spot on.

You act all the time, don't you?

I suppose when one's a performer,

one does like doing the acting thing, yes.

You love it.

With every ounce of my magnificent body.

Then, why don't you work?

Why-Why don't you commit?

Well, that's--

That's the query, isn't it?

The Holy Grail.

I suppose it has to do with agents, lawyers, gardeners--

overhead.

Protecting one's quotes.

Dodging the creative bullet.

Judging, weighing, hiding.

Teasing.

Seducing.

Being seduced.

Too soon you realize you've been

sitting quite sportily on the sidelines for years.

Right, then. 10 items or less.

Ten things you hate in your life,

things you loathe.

I believe I've named mine. Oh.

Quickly now. Don't think. Oh. Oh.

Okay. Um, my feet.

Mm-hmm.

My marriage.

Mm-hmm.

My clothes.

Slow people.

Asking directions.

Paper and plastic.

Lies.

Money. No. Needing money.

Needing.

Okay.

Ten items or less.

Ten things you fancy most in your life.

Oh.

Ten things you would keep, if you could only keep 10.

Okay, okay. Um.

My car. And it's a wonderful car.

Thank you.

My nephew.

My toaster.

The tree behind my house.

Wind.

Music. Any music.

My hair, when it's raining.

Mm.

That's only seven.

Yeah?

Your turn. Ten item or less.

Keepers. Mm-hmm.

My wife. My kids.

Their friends.

Coffee at 5:30 in the morning.

A really good bowel movement.

No extra takes.

Uh, all 88 ivories.

Sex.

The written word.

Breathable cotton.

And... strong endings.

That was 11.

I know. But the sign says 10.

I know.

Oh. You know, you are just like everyone else.

You just have to push it.

Didn't you? Oh, shit.

Don't laugh! I'm sorry.

Eat your protein. Yeah.

Come on. Remember. Dalai Lama.

Yeah.

So you repeat after me, okay?

Mm-hmm.

My turn, yeah? Okay, your turn.

Listen. Um.

So what did I say? What did I say?

Oh, it's a long story. Okay.

It's a-- Okay.

Yeah? Al pasar la barca means,

I'll pasar the boat. The boat.

The boat cross in front of you. Oh, okay.

At the passing of the boat. Uh-huh.

The man in the boat say, the beautiful girl.

"All beautiful girl come be with me without money."

Okay, beautiful girls don't pay to get on the boat.

Yeah, but the beautiful girls say,

"I'm not a beautiful girl.

"I don't want to be a beautiful girl.

I want to pay."

Okay. That is the story.

Okay. All the beautiful girls can come on the boat for free,

but the girl says, "I don't want to be a beautiful girl."

Yeah. I'm gonna pay.

I'm gonna pay.

Okay. Okay.

All right. Remember now.

Good pace, okay? Good pace. All right?

Job's already yours.

Yeah, okay.

Nice and erect.

Shoulders, shoulders. Beautiful.

Beautiful.

That's amazing.

Do you realize you make a transfer every two and a half seconds?

You could put a Swiss watch on it.

I mean, without ever even moving your--

It's wonderful.

You made me want to be a woman.

I have that effect on people.

Are you studying me now to play an office worker?

Oh, no. No. My friend's up for the role.

She's in there now.

Yes.

I have no idea.

Not a clue. Bull.

He didn't say a thing.

Maybe it's mine.

Maybe it's not.

But I did it.

But you did it.

And one thing I do know.

What's that?

I'm never setting foot in that market again.

See?

Strong ending. Strong ending.

You're makin' me so proud.

Ten items or less.

Ask me again. Keepers?

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Ten items or less.

This.

Okay.

Now you have eight.

Can I have another?

As many as you want.

It's not my lane anymore. I'm retired.

Yeah.

Guess-- Guess it's time, huh?

You got some idea where we're going?

Not a ing clue.

Not a in' clue.

Hey, you can always make a stop.

Like the rest of America.

Can you tell me how to get to Brentwood?

Hey, Big D! How do you like the ride?

Race you to the next light.

I'm callin' his wife. No, you're not.

Yeah, I am.

Oh, don't tell me you forgot which one's yours.

No, I'm pretty sure this is the one.

You sure? Mm-hmm.

'Cause I don't want to hear on the news you got your ass shot off.

No.

No, I think we're good. Yeah.

Okay.

Think you can find your way back?

You could always stop and ask for directions.

Got it. Thank you.

Look, um...

I'd love to hang, but...

...it's a school night.

And I got work tomorrow.

You do?

I do.

You do?

I do.

Your class project! That's the one, yeah.

Oh. You're gonna commit.

Well, uh--

Say it. Say the word.

Say it: "Co-- Co--

Com-mit. Commit.

Oh, qu?bueno.

Congratulations. Well!

Not even sure the damn thing is gonna go.

Director's so young, he hasn't even been born yet.

Nonetheless.

This is our pact.

We live--

"We live.

We work.

"We work...

We're just getting started.

Just getting started."

We'll never see each other again.

Never.

Ol?

Easy Build Construction. Good afternoon.

Oh, uh, Mr. Holcomb?

Oh, ah, yes, sir. The plywood order.

But there was-- There has been a terrible traffic mix-up on the 405.

It should be on its way soon.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Beautiful.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen, this two-pack here

sells for 21 .99. Right.

But we're gonna go ahead, and we're gonna give you--

We'll give you the second one absolutely free.

Plus, the mop. Plus!

Right, for those of you who let me know right now--

You gotta cue 'em, okay? "For those of you who let me know right now."

And always be nodding your head.

That's really, really important, because it's almost like hypnosis.

Like, you nod your head, they nod their head.

Okay! So--

They're convinced that it's a good price, and they're gonna buy it.

Okay.

Never do anything negative.

And you always say, "I know you want one and you want one too."

I assume before they even raise their hand they want one.

They're already there.

"Here's what you're gonna take home."

You just assume that sale.

Okay. So, so--

And so you-- Uh, we sell these for 21 .99.

But as an introductory offer, we're gonna give you, uh,

you buy one, you get one free, plus, we're gonna give you the mop.

No, no. No, no.

We're not gonna give them the mop.

First, you need to nod your head.

Nod your head.

That's really, really important.

Okay, so you go ahead, and take home the first one.

Take home! Take home.

They're already buying.

Yeah, you're buying this.

Take home the first one, and we're gonna throw in the second.

21 .99--

We give you the second one for free.

The second one absolutely free.

Buy one, get one is our standard package.

And then, for those of you who let me know right now--

Then, for those of you who let me know right now--

No, no. Raise your hand. It's real important, okay?

Just leave this out on the table. You don't have to hold it.

Okay.

10件或更少，10 Items or Less

Here's a movie that falls into a category titled "Under the Radar and Straight from the Heart." I have now forgiven director Brad Silberling for making Moonlight Mile, the painfully melodramatic weeper from 2002. The Lemony Snicket film helped get him back into my good graces and his latest, Ten Items or Less, has decided matters. This low-budget, unpretentious film is as charming as any 2006 release, and it proves that the class of Morgan Freeman and the fire of Paz Vega can carry a motion picture.

Plots don't get much simpler. Freeman is playing a veteran actor who's doing research for an upcoming role. Although never identified by name, let's call the character "Morgan Freeman." Vega plays Scarlet, a cashier who doesn't give a damn about her job. When it's time for her to go home, she realizes Morgan has a problem: his ride hasn't arrived, and he's lost in L.A. He doesn't remember his own phone number, he doesn't have any friends to call (his agent and publicist are both unavailable since they're Jewish and it's a Jewish holiday), and he doesn't have any money. Scarlet agrees to drive him home, but he has to accompany her on a few urgent errands first. This allows Freeman to experience the wonders of Target, among other things.

About 60 of the movie's 82 minutes feature no one other than Vega and Freeman. As they drive around Los Angeles, they discuss life, self-respect, and a bunch of other topics. They get to know each other and, in the process, find out a few things about themselves. Scarlet gains the confidence to quit her despised job and interview for a new one. If she doesn't get it, it's no big deal - she'll try again. Morgan decides to get back into filmmaking (he has been semi-retired), even if it's only to star in an indie production.

Ten Items or Less recalls Lost in Translation and Before Sunrise, but without the romantic aspect. Like the characters in those films, Scarlet and Morgan have only a limited time together. During that time, they develop a surprisingly strong bond, but when the day is over, they will never see each other again. However, where love blossomed between Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy, and ual tension arced between Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray, the relationship between Morgan and Scarlet remains platonic.  www.130q.com

Ten Items or Less is not landmark cinema nor is it deeply thought-provoking, but it's smart, funny, knowledgeable about life and people, and a crowd-pleaser (at least for those who don't expect action scenes). Freeman oozes charisma and Vega couldn't be more alluring (even wearing the supermarket smock). There's instant chemistry between the two actors and it never evaporates.

If every sliver lining has a cloud, in this case the latter is supplied by the MPAA. The close-minded curmudgeons at the ratings board have awarded the film an R because the word "" is used several times. It's unfortunate because this is a perfect motion picture for teenagers who are serious about movies (as opposed to teenagers who only spend their dollars on the latest blockbusters). Irrespective of what the MPAA might claim, Ten Items or Less is a pleasant experience for viewers of all ages.

10件或更少，10 Items or Less

Hanging around the store, he becomes fascinated with cashier Scarlet (Paz Vega, the maid in "Spanglish") and her caustic -- and apparently adorable -- manner at the till. Despite his benevolent badgering (which would make any normal person call security) and her confrontational nature, Scarlet warms to the visitor. A few hours later, when she checks out and he finds himself without a ride home, Scarlet offers to give him a lift.

It's clear from the outset that writer-director Brad Silberling is bent on forcing these characters into an unconventional friendship, no matter how unlikely and nonexistent their character -- or actor -- chemistry. Freeman, who normally waltzes through movie scenes with ease and confidence, acts so relaxed and endearing, he comes across as forced. And Vega is reduced to cliched Spanish firebrand rejoinders. Just as counterfeit is their bonding, as they discover a mutual fear of commitment (the actor is coy about agreeing to the role; Scarlet is conflicted about an upcoming job interview) and, in the car, kill time by naming 10 items they love and hate about their lives. Making movies like this should have topped both their "bad" lists.

10件或更少，10 Items or Less

Featuring an extraordinarily loose performance from Morgan Freeman that's just as effective as anything he's done before, 10 items or less is a slight yet thoroughly satisfying comedy/drama revolving around the one-day relationship that forms between a Hollywood star (Freeman) and a scrappy supermarket clerk (Paz Vega). Writer/director Brad Silberling (Moonlight Mile, Lemony Snicket) has shed his glossy tendencies in favor of a distinctly indie vibe, infusing the film with a free-wheeling and jittery sensibility that generally matches the lighthearted tone of his screenplay. But really, it's Freeman (and to a lesser extent Vega) who deserves most of the credit for the movie's success; the lack of plot never becomes the distraction that one might've anticipated primarily due to the enthusiasm with which Freeman tackles his apparently semi-autobiographical character (there's a recurring joke involving Double Down, an Ashley Judd thriller that keeps popping up in clearance bins). 10 items or less is ultimately nothing more than a fun, 82-minute slice of escapism, which can certainly be a welcome change of pace when trapped within the confines of downbeat festival fare.

10件或更少，10 Items or Less

Brad Silberling's "10 Items or Less" is less a full-fledged movie than an extended sketch, a chance for two actors -- Morgan Freeman and Paz Vega -- to stretch out and loosen up. But the bare-boned simplicity of "10 Items or Less" is more a strength than a liability. Even in the most elaborate overplotted and overworked movies, sometimes we get the greatest joy from simply watching two actors riff, jostling and glancing off each other's lines like restless molecules trying to make order out of chaos. That's what Freeman and Vega do here, and their rapport makes the picture around them feel pleasingly casual. Particularly as the big holiday movies draw nearer, their marketing strategies ringing louder than Godzilla's footsteps, it's nice to see a bit of intimate, offhanded moviemaking that focuses on actors, as opposed to stars.

Freeman plays a character known only as "Him," a successful actor who has been getting fewer and fewer roles over the years, and who's also finding it harder to commit to the roles that do come his way: The Hollywood runaround has exhausted him, and we also get the sense that his withdrawal from the system insulates him from failure.

But he doesn't want to be a has-been, either, and now he's reluctantly considering a role in a small indie movie: that of a night manager in a sleepy, rundown supermarket. To research the role, he drops into a tired old grocery store in Carson (a Los Angeles suburb that's worlds apart from his Brentwood home), a joint so desolate that it would take a major force of will -- or the deepest desperation -- to shop there. The guy working the meat counter is fast asleep; two children play indifferently in the aisles, as if they couldn't be bothered to find a more cheerful setting; and one of the cashiers (played by young actress Anne Dudek) has her foot propped up near her cash register, the better to paint her toenails.  www.130q.com

The employees and the store's few customers eye the actor with mild curiosity, partly because they know he's famous (even if they can't quite place him) and partly because he's the only black guy around (they're all Latino). But mostly, they ignore him, leaving him to explore the ghostly aisles on his own. And eventually he notices that the store's other cashier -- the one who's not engaged in toenail painting -- is doing all the work. A harried but efficient worker bee with the name Scarlet emblazoned on her smock, she works the line that has been designated for customers with 10 items or less, and she taps the keys of her old-fashioned adding machine with authoritative precision. In this store of somnambulists, she's the only one awake, and she's a stickler for detail: If a customer should come through her line with 11 items, she whisks the offensive surplus away, to be returned to the meager shelves.

The actor is fascinated by this vision of efficiency and determination, and he strikes up a conversation with her. Impatient and exasperated by his probing questions -- he may be a movie star, but he's a naif in the real world she's forced to live in -- she tries to ignore him. But his helplessness and his eager friendliness wear her down, and the two sidle into an uneasy friendship that, even though it may last for just a day, subtly changes the shape and texture of their lives.

"10 Items or Less" is a road movie of sorts, even though its road is pretty much limited to Los Angeles. (Then again, like all major American cities, Los Angeles is many worlds in one.) Silberling, whose last picture was the stylish but disappointing "Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events," is simply having fun here, and the movie's informality draws out some of his best qualities as a director. He and his actors pull off some breezy little fillips that might not fit into a more studied, structured picture: When the actor and Scarlet pull into a car wash (she's on her way to a job interview that could change her life, and, urging her to treat the interview like an audition, the actor dissuades her from arriving in a dirty old car), he charms the attendants, in a wordless montage, into polishing extra sparkle into her old Gremlin. They're all momentarily distracted by a communal TV, on which "The Yearling" is playing. As the young Claude Jarman Jr. hugs his pet fawn, Silberling's camera pulls back to reveal the actor and his new friends, all of them tough-looking Latino guys, clutching their hearts and dabbing at their eyes.

Freeman and Vega have a sweet, relaxed rapport here. Vega's performance is charged with spiky vitality, and she shows us how Scarlet's façade of cultivated toughness masks her own fears. And watching Freeman, in this unstudied but deeply felt performance, is simply bliss. He gets some wonderful sight gags (as when he follows an ancient, shuffling store employee from aisle to aisle, mimicking the man's every shaky move). And while wandering through the store, he comes across a video of one of his old movies. (It's called "Double Down," and in a sly nod to the way art imitates art, its cover features stylized likenesses of Morgan Freeman and Ashley Judd.) There's a bright orange sticker proclaiming "Marked Down!" affixed to the box, which the actor surreptitiously attempts to peel off. It's a small gesture that speaks volumes not just about the size of the typical actor's ego, but about the necessity of having an ego in the first place. No one wants to be left on the shelf.