( door opening )
I'm really excited to see the Space Needle.
I really wanna see it.
I'll probably just pop over on break.
If anyone wants to come with.
We're in Bellevue, Sparky. Not Seattle.
And in the nine minutes you have between kissing babies
and shaking people's hands,
the only place you're gonna be popping into is the can...
to drop a deuce.
Drop a deuce, I don't see that on my itinerary.
What is that?
Morning, everyone.
Maury. Looking spiffy. Wow.
What's the occasion? Court appearance?
No.
Self-tape audition to play a pedophile teacher?
That was last week.
Beating the rush and picking out your burial suit.
No. No.
Gotta look classy for our special guest.
Do any of you ever check out the website?
Kent O'Grady is appearing at this con.
Kent O'Grady, Kent O'Grady?
- Yes. - Oh!
Wait, who's Kent O'Grady?
Wait, he's the guy from "Lord of the Tombs."
- Yes. - Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
On BBC, my aunt loves that show.
Who does he play?
"The Lord of the Tombs."
Whoa, title character.
Been there, done that.
"The Careless Campers,"
1989 wilderness safety instructional video.
Yours truly... was a careless camper.
Guys, come on. This is big news.
Kent O'Grady? He's the real deal.
Rich: Oh, please.
He's just another British jack hole who came to America
to take acting work from us.
You know, I'm so sick and tired of these buttoned-up twerps
swooping in and stealing away jobs
that rightfully belong to US citizens.
Russell Crowe...
I'm pretty sure he's Australian.
Javier Bardem.
Spanish.
Damian Lewis.
- Fucking Damien Louis. - Right?
You know who should be playing Americans on American TV?
Americans.
I ask you, who knows more about being American than Americans?
Canadians.
Rich: Besides them.
Kent: Your point is a foolish one.
Whoa. Wow.
- Are you? - Yes.
Yes, I am.
And you are?
Name's Rich.
Well, Richard.
It seems as though you believe
Americans have a proprietary right
to play themselves on screen, correct?
- I... - If we apply that logic
across the board then who pray tell should play the dead
on "The Stumbling Dead"?
Will only drug addicts
portray those afflicted by that horrible disease?
Must we find an actual murderer to simulate the taking of a life?
( grunts )
And scene.
You see, a true performer is able to embody a character
without actually being that character.
It's called acting.
Us Brits are trained on stage from a very young age
to do just that.
Whilst you Americans fritter your days away
appearing in toothpaste advertisements.
Praying for the day you'll land some soulless role
on the latest incarnation of "9-nil-2-1-nil."
"90210."
- Ah. - Oh.
Yeah. Guilty.
That's why our shelves are lined with your Emmys and your Oscars
and you haven't the slightest idea
what a BAFTA even looks like, let alone the chance to win one.
- Sue: Yeah! - Bravo!
Bravo!
Oh, and may I say, it is an honor
to have you here in our humble green room, Mr. O'Grady.
Join me, won't you?
Thank you, no.
I'm contractually provided with my own private green room.
Only it's called the lavender suite.
I'm really wandered in here in search of the loo.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to continue my quest to evacuate my nethers.
His mustache was so majestic.
He smelled like a fox hunt.
Talked like a real-life butler.
He made "shit" sound fancy.
For an asshole, he's not wrong about acting.
I'm not a careless camper but I had to be one
and I mean embodied one for the entire run of the shoot
or the context of the film was lost.
It was a brutal six hours.
( music playing )
♪ Looking for a sign
♪ Looking for a table set for fun ♪
♪ Set the alarm to exactly half past none ♪
♪ Just tell me when it's time for you ♪
Kent: Hello, everyone.
This is my first one of these conventions.
So please, walk me through this so-called, "meet and greet."
Should we meet first
or is it better to open the proceedings with the greet?
Ah... yes.
What's it like being better than us?
Aren't you also one of the paid performers here at this event?
No. No.
Yes.
Very well.
I don't think myself better than you or your countrymen.
However, your nation was once under the crown
whereas we have never served under your rule.
We consistently demonstrate a superior use of grammar
we exercise a more global perspective on politics.
But aside from that, and many, many other factors
we are all equal.
Great. Then I'll count you in for our group lunch.
Ooh, no, wait, hang-- A moment.
Bullocks!
Kent: He was absolutely crushed.
I've never seen a man so despondent.
So I said to him,
"Ricky, 'The Boardroom' just doesn't sound right.
Dumb it down. Make it reflect the average person
and their typical mundane existence.
Call it, 'The Office'."
All: Oh.
And the rest, my friends, is TV history.
Wow.
Maury: That's... oof.
I have a question, Mr. O'Grady.
- Excuse me, what are those? - Potatoes.
Yes, I can see they're bloody potatoes.
What kind of potatoes?
Um, I guess they're au gratin.
- Oh, may I? - Yeah. Sure.
When you're finished, would you pass them over here, please.
Okay, I'm good, I guess.
Good, huh?
( moans )
( groaning )
You gotta stop now.
- Yeah, Washington, just feelin' it. - ( applause )
I'm feeling it too. It's gonna be a great afternoon.
- I'm really excited... - How's it going, bud?
You ready? Feeling good?
I don't want you to sweat a thing.
You're gonna kill out there.
Quick heads up, the Washington crowd does smoke a lot of weed
so they're very, very high.
And that makes their reaction time a little wonky.
But, they're out there. Trust me.
I can assure you, I'm not concerned.
Okay.
Good.
( squealing )
I hope everything's okay back there?
Are you okay?
I'm doing my stage vocal warm-ups.
You know you'll be using a microphone up there?
- ( squeals ) - Oh, God. All right.
( grunts )
- Yeah. - ( grunting )
- This next... - ( squealing )
That-- That doesn't sound human.
Oh, I know what this is.
This is our next guest.
We just met him. He's a dashing chap.
And let me tell you something.
We just had lunch and the man loves potatoes.
He went to town on those things. He really did.
In fact, I've a new nickname for him and it's Kent O'Gratin.
( audience laughs )
So give it, up. Warm welcome, remember.
Kent O'Grady, everybody.
( applause )
Kent: Good afternoon, everyone.
Good afternoon. So great to see you all.
Oh my, look how many of you there are.
Wow. This is delightful.
I thought he was gonna slap me in the face with a leather glove
and challenge me to a dual.
No, seriously, I think I really offended him.
Rich: Like I should be thanking you.
You branded him.
Giving a man a nickname, is an American rite of passage.
Oh, please, your intro sucked.
That whole potato bit... ha!
Hi, Sue.
What are you doing?
I was doing my taxes,
what the fuck does it look like I'm doing?
Seriously, if you'd introduced me like,
I would've punched you in the teeth.
Mr. O'Grady wants to see you in his room.
- Okay, let's rock and roll. - Just Rob.
( knocking )
Darling, enter.
Wow.
You brought a lot of scarves for a one-day appearance.
These aren't scarves, Robert.
They're ascots.
Guess so.
Naive.
So innocent.
So childlike.
Perhaps that's why I feel so safe around you.
Oh, cool.
Um, listen, earlier when I introduced you on stage
I-- I just want you to know,
I-- I was totally just going for the joke.
Silence.
It is I, who needs to speak.
When you publicly marked my potato consumption
I was justifiably incensed.
- Yeah, I didn't... - But then, it hit me.
You, simple, little you,
with those wide, piercing, rabbit-like eyes
have seen through my facade.
I have?
When I was gorging myself on that starchy, cheesy goodness
I wasn't doing it because I was hungry for food.
I was doing it because I was starving.
I mean, that's pretty much the same thing.
Starving for truth.
For roots.
For home.
For my... my mother's favorite potato recipe.
My mother... who lives in...
A condo?
Missouri.
My mother lives in Missouri, Rob.
My whole family does.
What a kawinkydink, I'm from Missouri.
What part?
Rob, I'm American.
I'm as American as you are.
I've been living a lie. A lie that can't continue.
You found me out. Who's next?
Who in this house of cards I've built around myself
is gonna come crashing down on me?
I can't handle the pressure anymore.
I'm gonna fling myself from this tower Rob.
And end it all.
We're on the second floor.
Don't try and talk me down.
I only wanted you here so you can bear witness.
So that you can get every detail correct
when you write my biography.
Why would I write your biography?
Farwell, Rob. Remember me fondly.
What the hell is wrong with this thing?
Rob: Those hotel windows don't open.
Why?
I think to keep people from trying to kill themselves?
That is asinine.
God. Oh, no.
- Okay. Um. - ( grunting )
Look, man. No one's gonna care that you lied
about where you're from.
Rob: Look, I mean,
even the fact that you even fooled people into thinking
you're from a completely different country,
that's-- that's pretty damn impressive.
( gasps )
Oh, God. I couldn't breathe under there.
What were you saying about my being impressive?
I-- I was just saying that, you know,
rather than looking at this
as a desperate attempt to hide who you really are,
Rob: you should think of it as an incredibly long acting job.
One that you are really, really good at.
By Jove you're right.
I knew you were the right man to bring in to talk me down.
Happy I could help.
- Robert. - Yeah?
In medieval times, the actual time period,
not the pseudo-restaurant with the equine performers.
Soldiers would carry with them into battle a piece of cloth
soaked in their woman's scent.
In its musk, they found strength.
Hmm.
Fun, little, historical tidbit.
Oh.
Oh, okay. We're doing--
- Allow me. - I don't know what this is.
That's-- ( giggling )
No, it tickles.
Yes. You can go deeper into the pits.
That tickles, I'm very ticklish.
Oh. Okay.
Now you shall be with me always.
Okay, fun. Good stuff.
Well-- Oh, whoa, whoa, golly.
Where did that even come from?
Oh, okay.
Okay... I don't quite know
what we're doing here.
Is this a...
And now I shall also be with you.
This is good. This is really fun.
Look at the time. I better get back down there.
Okay.
Let my essence give you strength.
It definitely giving me something.
- Blame the musk. - Will do.
Hell of a weekend, Robbie.
- As always, Richie. - Mm-hmm.
You know, it's kinda sad
watching Maury get Kent's autograph.
Yeah, even sadder that Kent asked him to pay for it.
Yeah, sadder, sadder, that Maury actually paid.
Whoa, Mr. Fancy Pants.
What's this?
Oh no.
- Are you kidding me? - No, put that back.
Is this a fan gift?
Yeah, you have no idea, Rich.
Wow.
- Oh, don't do that. - What is that?
- No, don't do that. - No, I know that smell.
Yeah, I bet you do.
No, seriously. I recognize this.
Smells like a fox hunt.
( music playing )