Man, daddy's office is empty all the time now.

Now what the fuck did you have, man, daddy?

What the fuck?

Hmm.

Gold digger's daddy really?

Easy.

Oh shit.

Young lady.

Might as well just put the petty cash back in its hiding place.

Go ahead.

Put it back.

I wondered who was hanging out in your father's office.

Yeah, actually, what are you doing here on a Sunday?

On a Sunday?

I'm working overtime.

I'm turning in the Mackenzie file a day early.

What are you doing here besides rifling through the petty cash?

I'm not.

I'm just, you know, in my dad's office.

Right, okay.

Yeah.

So now we're going to exit your dad's office since it is.

He's not here.

It's a Sunday.

Let's go.

Oh, he's not going to mind.

Why don't you tidy his office up?

Hmm.

Tidy it up to the tune of helping yourself to the petty cash.

You know, he's not going to be very happy when I tell him about this.

Well, he doesn't have to know, though.

That you came into his office on the weekend to try to look through the petty cash?

I think he is going to have to know.

No, I didn't.

What's going to happen if his assistant doesn't tell him?

His assistant?

No, you don't have to tell him.

I don't tell him if you don't.

It's not going to work on me.

It's not going to work on me.

I can feel it working.

I can feel it working, yeah.

Quite a lot.

This can't happen.

No.

You're getting a lot of trouble.

I don't want to tell him if you don't.

Oh, my God.

Oh, yeah.

I guess you're going shopping after all.

Go ahead.