APPA: You like working at Discount?

JUNG: I hate it. I can’t stand working there. It’s just, with my record, it’s . . . um . . .

Beat.

APPA: I think of you, Jung. I think of you lots of time. Every day. You was very smart kid. Good looking. Natural leader. Lots of girl like you. Good at sports, music, lots of thing. You was so full of . . .

JUNG: Potential.

APPA: Yah, potential. Could be best, I always dream like that. Could be best. But that is my dream, not you dream. (Beat.) If Sonam don’t become NHL superstar, don’t get angry, it’s okay. You can still be proud of him. You understand?

JUNG: Can I work here, Appa? What do you think of me working here? I could stock, clean, y’know, go to KBA, do the wholesale pickup, research all the best prices in town. You wouldn’t have to pay me that much and you could always cash out. I don’t have to handle the money. What do you say?

APPA: Take over store.

JUNG: What?

APPA: Take over store, Jung.

JUNG: What? You want me to take over the store?

APPA: Yah.

JUNG: You giving the store to me?

APPA: Yah.

JUNG: Seriously?

APPA: Seriously.

JUNG: No, Appa, seriously?

APPA turns to JUNG with tears streaking down his face.

APPA: This is my serious face.

JUNG: Store’s probably worth a lot of money. You could sell it and retire. Why do you want to give it to me?

APPA: What is my story? What is story of Mr. Kim? My whole life I doing store. This store is my story? No. My story is not Kim’s Convenience. My story is you. And Janet. And Umma. And Sonam. You understand? (JUNG nods his head yes. APPA gets the pricing gun and offers it to JUNG.) Change price. Make two dollar. That’s good idea. (JUNG takes the pricing gun with both of his hands.)

APPA exits to the back.

JUNG goes behind the counter, adjusts the numbers on the pricing gun, and begins repricing the cans.

Lights slowly fade to the sound of the pricing gun.

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