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[electronic humming]
[high-pitched whine]
[mirror cracking]
[ice crackling]
[wind rushing]
[faint music plays]
[ Wizzard: "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day"]
[pots clanking]
[turns music off]
I was just getting into that.
What are you doing?
Roast potatoes.
- We're doing Christmas. - Christmas.
Christmas Day, December 25th. You've heard of it?
No work today, so, uh... the bottle's on the table.
I know we didn't have decorations last year. But, uh...
I couldn't find them last year.
They're only supposed to have stored essentials here.
I think it's kind of adorable someone thinks tinsel is essential.
I figured it'd be good for us to have a... a meal.
A drink. Talk?
- Good for you or me? - Come on. What has it been,
five years? How many sentences have you said to me? Three?
- [sighs] - I mean, I'm exaggerating... a little.
But, come on, there is a little bit of a conversational drought happening here.
- My ears need water. - I'm not big on conversation.
- Practice makes perfect. - Maybe I'll bore you.
Buddy, look, at this point,
being bored by anything other than snow would be a relief.
So come on.
Chit-chat.
Conversate, something.
Come on, for me.
- for Christmas. - What do you want to talk about?
Why are you here?
No one ends up here
without things going to total shit for them back out there.
It's a job, not a jail.
Often one and the same thing.
So...
...what went wrong for you out there?
Nothing.
Bullshit.
It's not an interrogation.
What about you?
An icebreaker. You're learning.
- What went to shit for you? - Sure you don't want that drink?
Did you talk your way into trouble?
In a roundabout way.
I talked to people.
- Made money from it. - Why? What were you?
Some sort of, um, Los Angeles drive-time DJ?
I was not a DJ.
More like a guru.
Oh, don't say you were a spiritual guru.
I was decidedly not a spiritual guru.
[musical notification]
[man] Hello, Harry. I'm patched through now. How are you doing?
[Harry] Sorry, I'm not quite dressed yet.
[man] Don't worry, that's why I'm here.
Just show me what you're planning on wearing
and we'll take things from there.
- How about this? - Doesn't work.
It's boring blue and you're not boring blue. Not tonight.
All right. Which one of these is good?
Like I said, white shirt with a black tie
with a slim-cut grey jacket.
Classic, timeless. Smart.
- I don't usually do jackets. - You don't usually do anything.
And sort out that hair, because...
OK. [exhales]
Remember those breathing techniques we talked about, OK?
You're going to do fine.
It's going to be fine.
[loud music playing]
[indistinct chattering]
- She's cute. - Yes.
Not out loud.
Absolutely.
You need to pick your spots when you want to talk out loud. OK?
OK. The function room is in the back.
Trust me, if you walk in there like you belong,
- no one's going to say anything. - OK.
So what were you running, some corporate espionage outfit?
Romantic services.
Boy meets girl thanks to...
...in-the-field assistance.
You coached dorks whilst they cruised singles bars.
Singles bars are depressing. We'd do regular bars and clubs.
But at Christmas time...
...we'd gate-crash office parties.
See, there's this dynamic to Christmas work parties.
All the attractive women
have been surrounded by regulation office ass-clowns
for the whole year, and now they want to let their hair down.
According to the pop psychologist.
So I know how the mind works.
[man] Now, don't stand around like a lamppost.
Walk over to the bar.
Remember. Always move with purpose.