Hey, bud.
Brought you some decaf hazelnut anti-matter.
Just a little treat for my ol' pal, the Doorman.
Headin' back down, by the way... Ahem.
You sure the Judge is OK with you going back to Earth so many times?
Oh, yeah, all good. See?
Still got the papers.
Shouldn't be long.
How are we doing, Steve?
I'm trying, I'm getting close.
Good, no pressure.
A-ha!
Someone just went down to Earth
and that gave me a back door to the Judge's system.
Now we can see everything that's happening with all four humans.
Excellent work, Steve.
Uh-oh, looks like someone's been cocooning again.
You know, it would be a real help if you let me know the next time you're about to--
Well, well, well...
looks like Michael's been caught with his hand in the human jar.
- Good one, boss! - Shut up, Glenn!
Morning, Teach!
Ready to discuss philosophy!
Obviously, I'm kidding, how was your date with Simone?
Spill it, sweetheart.
We had a great time. Thank you, again
for bullying me into asking her out.
Well, I owed it to you.
And, bonus, I realised I was practising virtue ethics
by helping the two of you bone down.
OK, not appropriate, also not a great understanding of virtue ethics.
- Well, we can agree to disagree. - But, if you must know...
it was very chaste, we didn't even kiss.
- Because you chickened out? - I did, yeah!
I totally chickened out and I am so mad at myself.
Well, hey...
Maybe it wasn't the right moment.
Knowing the two of you nerds, your first kiss is gonna be
while reading Plato in an MRI machine.
Oh, hang on.
Come with me.
Simone, what's the one thing Eleanor and I have in common?
You both have a complete disregard for my office hours?
- Sorry, Reginald. - Ah, no worries.
Look, listen, Eleanor is
- an Arizona trash bag... - Yep.
- Her words, not mine. - Totally.
Who has a complete disregard for ethics
and once told me that her greatest accomplishment was
breaking into Charles Barkley's house.
Mm, he was on the road, I snuck in through the doggy door
tried on all his giant shoes...
One of my top five Christmases.
Listen, the point is...
Eleanor and I have nothing in common
except that we both almost died and it made us want to be better people.
This is my thesis idea.
I will explore the effect of near death experiences
on ethical decision making.
I will get a group of people together who have had near death experiences
ask them ethical questions and see if there's any commonality.
That's great.
Why are you yelling it at me?
Because I need your help! You and your magic brain scan machine.
Oh, of course!
A joint study with the neuroscience department.
We can use MRI mapping to see if
a near death experience alters brain function.
There's something there, right?
Definitely, I love this.
Great. Also, I wanted to kiss you last night
but I chickened out, so I'm gonna kiss you now.
Good, yes, I want that, please.
Oh, sorry Reginald.
- What were you saying? - Um, that I can't come to class tomorrow
cos my grandma died.
Ouf!
Real mood ruiner!
Read the room, dude!
Bingo!
OK.
Oh, good, you're here.
Eleanor, meet the newest member of our ethical neuroscientific study
Tahani Al-Jamil.
Hello, Eleanor. Delighted to meet you.
Al-Jamil, oh... you're Camila's sister!
I am, yes.
If you want an autograph or something, I can probably arrange it.
Eh, I was never really that into her.
No offence.
Oh, I assure you, there is none taken.
So, how did you come to join our team?
Well, it's a bit of a story, I suppose.
It began about a year ago.
Well done, Tahani.
Who saved me?
Did anyone see who just saved my life?
- It was Camila! - No, it was a man, I think.
It was Camila!
- Camila! - No, it wasn't Camila!
It was someone over there.
Camila! Camila! Camila!
I had almost died.
In that very moment
I decided to change my life.
First I cleansed myself of all the worldly possessions that had been weighing me down
like anchors: the dresses, the jewels. I gave them all to good Will.
That's what I call Prince William. Since he'd married a commoner I...
assumed he knew some needy people they could go to.
Sure.
Then I deleted all my celebrity contacts from my mobile.
Goodbye, Bono.
Goodbye, The Edge.
Goodbye, The Edge's real phone number that even Bono doesn't have.
And most importantly, I put physical distance between me and my old life.
Book me a flight to Tibet.
I'm going to live in a Buddhist monastery.
I need to get out of the spotlight.
Copy that, I'll see what jets are available.
No, I'm flying commercial.
- OK, first class, I assume? - No.
I'm a woman of the people now.
Comfort plus.
And there, in that humble monastery
thousands of miles from the meaningless concerns of high society.
I embarked upon a quest for enlightenment.
I learned to embrace a life of simplicity.
I meditated.
I worked.
I gave back to Mother Earth
and I slept.
My soul had never felt so nourished.
Until one day, my former life came knocking at the open space
where a door would have been if we were given any privacy.
Yo!
Is that Tahani Al-Jamil?
Man, it totes is you.
What up, I'm Colby, Squalor News.
What are you doing in this monastery?
Oh, we're doing a new show about poverty, drug lords, gun running
weird ass restaurants, skateboarding and... oh, and also genocide.
It's called "Society Is Effed".
What are you doing here, though?
Is this where you came after your sister saved your life?
I am living here as a way to shed my desire for attention.
"Toight!" That's what's up. You gotta shed that, right?
But listen If you ever want us to do like
a monster profile on you and your monk junk
would be honoured AF.
I think people would be "supes" interested in what you're doing here. For real.
Look, here's my card. Think about it.
Of course I never called him to do that profile
because I didn't pursue a life of tranquillity to get in front of a camera.
I did it to get out of the spotlight.
And that's what my book is about.
Shedding your need for validation from others.
Publisher says you'll hit two million copies sold by next week.
Your "Five Hundred Eighty-Two Questions With" video was nominated for a BAFTA.
- Oh, that's fun. - Also, they want you for Oprah.
- Oprah's off the air. - No, they want you to take over for Oprah.
Also this investor wants to meet you.
I checked him out, he's legit.
Tahani!
Gordon Indigo.
I just have to say, you are so inspiring.
Aw...
- Namaste. - I mean...
you really have all these idiots fooled.
- Excuse me? - Listen.
I'm sure you're already rolling in dough from this incredible scam
but have you thought about merch?
Because we could, uh... we could partner here.
I made a fortune selling Nirvana orbs which is to say...
driving range golf balls that I painted silver.
- That's awful! - No, it's healing!
Wink!
I mean, you should be selling candles
prayer robes, meditation gum...
whatever crap you can think of
- cos these people will buy it. - That is quite enough.
And how dare you insinuate that I'm not authentic.
I've finished signing your headshots.
- Oh! Not now! - Miss Al-Jamil
it's OK.
You and I are the same.
I love what you're doing here.
You get to be rich and famous.
And not have to do any of the work of helping people.
But I am helping people.
- You need to go, right now. - Suit yourself.
Look, if you change your mind, I'm online.
Just google, "Crystals that prevent erectile dysfunction."
I'm sorry, but Miss Al-Jamil doesn't have time
to participate in an "ethical study" at some random university.
If you want to meet her, you can sign up for the "Get Out of the Spotlight" cruise
with special guests Deepak Chopra and Will.I.Am...
Hello?
This is Tahani Al-Jamil.
Oh, uh, hi. I didn't think I'd actually get you.
My name is Chidi Anagonye
and I'm doing an academic study on near-death experiences
and ethical decision-making.
- I read an article about you-- - Will it help people?
That's all I want to know. Will this help people?
Yes, I... I, I think so. I mean...
- that's the goal. - Send me the info.
I'll be there tomorrow morning.
Wow.
How had you learned about me, I wonder?
A professor I'd never heard of named Charles Brainman
sent me an article about you, said you'd be perfect for our study.
Well, welcome to Australia!
Oh, if you need a place to crash
while you get settled, my motel has a pull-out sofa.
Although, as I say that, and I look at you and your whole thing
realise that's absurd, and you should probably just get your own place.
Yes, I... I think that's, uh... best.
- But... but thank you! - Mm-hm.
Three down.
One to go.
'Sup, bud!
I've been lookin' for you!
- Oh, sorry, are these your rocks? - No.
Look, my name is Zack Pizazz
international talent scout.
I've been tracking your dance troupe, man.
I think you really got the goods!
I want you to come on down to Australia
and start a new crew. Alright, I'll pay for everything.
May have a few other obligations, but basically...
Uh, thanks, but no thanks, man.
I'm done with dancing.
But... wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa... you... you heard what my name was, right?
- Zack Pizazz? - My life is just kinda messed up right now.
I had a really tough year.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Want to talk about it? I'm a pretty good listener.
Well, my year...
started about a year ago.
Pillboi? I can't breathe and I'm freaking out and I'm almost out of whip-its!
- Pillboi! - Buongiorno! Buongiorno!
Yo! What happened?
I couldn't breathe. The snorkel must have been broken!
Yo, that sucks!
- You ready to get back in there? - No, man!
We're not doing this no more.
I almost died trying to rob a Mexican restaurant.
I have to change my life.
I know what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna win this dance competition.
So you didn't see any other posters there?
No, don't think so, why?
It doesn't matter, continue.
Homies, I almost died yesterday.
But we've been given a second chance.
Three months from today, on this very stage, in the Carmen Electra Auditorium
right here at the Smith & Wesson Performing Arts Centre
and "A.T.V." Repair Shop
we are going to win this...
dance competition.
How? You ask.
By working. We are going to eat, breathe, and vape dance.
I want you thinking about dance 24/7.
That means every day you think 20 thoughts about dance
for seven minutes.
And if you can't promise me that you'll give this dance crew everything that you've got
then you can walk out that door...
right now.
- Yep, OK. I'm out. - What?
Come on, Donkey Doug! After all we've been through?
Listen, you know you're my boy, but this sounds like a lotta work. Good luck.
Pew pew!
Donkey Doug out!
Damn. That's a tough blow.
But, now that those guys are no longer members of our crew
we can legally rob their houses!
No, Li'l Peanut! We're gonna do this the right way.
No more crime! And if you don't like that, you can walk out that door...
right now.
Wh--? Gah... Come on...
We still got like thirty-five people, so...
let's get to work.
Quick announcement.
Will the owner of a 1998 Toyota Tercel
with golden pythons painted on both sides
license plate "GOT MILF" please see an usher?
Your car has exploded.
Alright, y'all ready for the next act?
Please give it up right now for "Dance Dance Resolution!"
In the six-year history of this competition
no crew has ever received a perfect score from our judges.
That changed tonight.
But before we get to that, "Dance Dance Resolution"
has been disqualified.
What? No!
- Why? - Because you have 40 people on stage.
The limit is eight.
Also one of your members tried to carjack me on my way in here.
No, that was Donkey Doug
and he's not a part of our crew anymore. We win. We win.
We win! We win! We win!
No, again, you are disqualified.
And the winner is...
"Panther Blood"!
And the winner is...
"Suck Monsters".
And the winner is...
Nobody. All teams are disqualified, due to violence.
OK, well...
We're out of rent money, so...
remember that thing I said about "no more crime"?
That's over now, go do crime.
- Yeah, he just confessed to the robbery. - Dammit!
That was easy!
Look, please let me go.
I only did it to pay rent for my dance crew's rehearsal space.
Oh, well then you're in luck.
We only arrest people for robbery if they don't have a reason.
Sorry it took me so long to bail you out.
Nah, it was my fault.
I shouldn't have used my one phone call to prank the police department.
Man, a year ago I almost died
and I'm exactly the same as I was before.
- A failure. - You're not a failure.
You're a dreamer.
Look, I like my job at the old folks home.
Those old biddies are sweet
and sometimes they give me what they think are candy
but are really loose Vicodin.
But when I'm with you, I feel like the sky's the limit.
I feel like someday I'll be able to buy my own Vicodin.
And it'll never turn out to actually be laxatives.
Thanks, dawg. But if my life ended today
what would my legacy be?
Sure, I did a wheelie on a dirt bike through an entire Waffle House...
and I was once interviewed on the news for finding a foot on the beach
but, yo, other than that I have no truly great accomplishments.
Bro...
Bro, I'm only saying this because I love you.
Do you want a Vicodin right now?
So I walked out of that bar
came down to this wharf
threw a rock at a snake
met a guy named Zack Pizazz
talked to him about my crazy year that I've had
which started when I was locked in a safe...
No, that was me.
I'm Zack Pizazz.
- We're caught up now. - Oh, yeah.
A year ago, if you had asked me
to run a dance crew in Atlantis--
- Australia. - I would have said "yes", for sure.
But now, and I know this sounds crazy...
but I'm starting to think there might be more to life
than amateur street dancing competitions.
It's funny, but I know exactly what you mean.
My goal in life used to be completely different too.
I used to rep this crew called... "The Demons."
- Wow. - I remember you guys!
Didn't you all die when someone brought a hammerhead shark into your hot tub?
Different demons.
The point is, I had to leave my old crew behind
you know, but I met new friends, who helped me become...
a better person.
Look, I know this group of people who are also searching for meaning.
They might be able to help you find what you're looking for.
What do you think? You wanna meet them?
Yeah, that sounds great.
Do we have to leave right now?
My friend gave me a pill that I realised one second ago
was definitely a laxative...
No, go, go!
Well, that is the last time I'll need to head back down there.
So, to thank you for your help
I brought you back something from Earth.
A little token of my appreciation.
It keeps your anti-matter warmer, for longer!
- It's a frog! - Yeah.
- There's a frog on it. - Yeah.
Right there, it's a frog!
Oh, man, it's great. It's classic.
Oh, this guy's a jumper, you can tell.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Wow, that... really went over big.
How's Jason? Is he still cute?
- Uh... he looks about the same. - That's sounds cute.
- Hi, guys. - Oh...
- Hey. - Long time no see.
- Yeah. - How's it going?
So good. I mean, everything is going according to plan
and nothing is going differently from the plan.
Yes, that's a very not weird way to put it.
- I'm just stretching my legs. - Oh.
Just binged like 300 episodes of NCIS
- Ooh! - You know, I'm not a human woman
that Mark Harmon can "get it".
You know what I'm sayin'?
Speaking of human cutie pies, how's that Chidi doing?
Oh, sorry, Judge. Let me just...
Oh, hey! You know what you would love
- if you like Mark Harmon? - Uh-huh?
"Stealing Home". He is very sexy in "Stealing Home"
according to the private thoughts of more than seven million Caucasian women.
Oh, hot tip! Thanks y'all.
- You guys wanna come with? - Ooh...
We can watch together, I can whip up some nachos...
I am incapable of eating, so...
Suit yourselves, party poopers.
Huh, party poopers!
I guess it'll be just me and Mark, then.
Naughty, naughty!
Oh, boy. Michael, we almost just got busted.
Yeah, but we didn't and more importantly...
Jason just arrived in Australia.
The four of them are finally together. Oh, we did it, Janet.
We got away with it.
So, this is our MRI machine.
Oh, don't... don't touch that.
Each of you will get a chance in here eventually.
Hopefully, none of you's claustrophobic?
Claws-naphobic? Who would ever be scared of Santa Claus?
Oh, the Jewish.
You from Florida?
- Jacksonville. - Yeah!
That should be fine for me. It's roughly the same size
as Nicole Kidman's cryogenic anti-aging chamber
and I've never had a problem in there, so...
I'll be OK, too.
It kinda reminds me of the home tanning booth I lost my virginity in.
Wow. I cannot wait to take a look at these three brains.
Oh, forgot to mention. There's one more person who will be joining us.
Seems like a really interesting guy.
He was almost run over by a train a few months ago
heard about the study, emailed me last night.
This doesn't make any sense.
They're all there.
What's going on?
Oh, no.
- What is it? - Something bad, Janet, something
very dark...
and evil.
Oh, yes. Come on in.
Everyone...
- this is Trevor. - Hey, guys.
It is so great to meet you.