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It's Showtime tonight
[Wayne] Previously on Black Monday...
I'm thinking I want Dawn to manage my career.
I was behind Black Monday.
Twenty minutes ago, someone confessed
to Black Monday, and they had a far more credible story.
I just wanted to thank you.
I mean , without you, I never would've known
about Amerisavings.
You're really going all-in, huh?
Bought the ring, closed on the house.
This is the exact street that I told you
-I always wanted to live on. -I don't remember that.
-Is that a painting of me? -Mm-mm, no.
I was fucking shot in the fucking chest,
and the fucking person who fucking did it
is still fucking out there,
and I'm the only one who fucking cares?
You are gonna love your new FBI-installed security system.
They also suggest that you get them a copy
of your enemies list ASAP.
I don't have a list of my enemies.
[laughter]
[line trilling]
-[Yassir] Hello? -Hey, Yass.
Let's have a boys' night, huh?
Nomi's out of town visiting a sick aunt.
She's got something called Pontiac Fever,
but her loss of bowel control is our gain.
One second, boss, okay? Hold on.
Hey, there, Dawn.
Uh, that is Mo on the phone
saying he wants to hang out tonight
because Nomi's out of town taking care of her sick aunt,
suffering from something called Pontiac Fever,
whatever the fuck that is.
So what?
You chicks lied to him
about his own fiancée's album release party?
I didn't lie. I told Nomi to lie.
So what am I supposed to tell Mo?
[phone ringing]
Dawn?
Hello, Ms. Management Music, Dawn Darcy speaking.
Hey, Dawn, are you home?
Oh, Congressman! Give me good news!
-Dawn! -What?
So should I tell Mo that I have Pontiac Fever,
-that it's going around? -No, dumbass.
Stay away from specifics and illnesses.
Take it from a master. Good lies are like bad photos.
As long as they're blurry and you're not in 'em,
no one gives a fucking shit.
So I am just calling you to congratulate you
on your full expungement.
That's right, citizen.
Your record is cleaner than a dog's balls,
so you can go back to plotting world domination or whatnot.
You really did it? Oh, wait, shit, shit.
Can you hold? I know we've had a rough go.
-No, no, no... -I have to thank you properly.
-A real quick way... -Just hold on.
-...to thank me would be to... -One quick second, okay?
-...help me track down Mo... -[phone beeps]
Dawn--fuck!
-I am so, so sorry. -Hello.
-Ms. Management Music. -Just give me one more second.
-Okay? Boss? -Dawn Darcy speaking.
Hey, Dawn. Wait, was that Yass?
I could have sworn I heard Yassir in the background.
Well, you were just on with him.
It could have just been some kind
of weird high-tech echo, you know?
Hi-techos, the cereal for nerds.
[laughs] I'm cuckoo for dying alone.
[phone ringing]
-Hello. -Keith Shenkar-Leighman II.
I need a favor.
Blair Pfaff Georgina, the first of his name.
I'm actually just running out to get my kids.
What's up?
Anyway, um, MoMo, uh, I have to go, okay?
I-I-I'll call you back.
O-okay, but real quick-- do you want
to come to a Kokomo show tonight?
I mean, Nomi is out of town, so I know you're not working.
I can't. I'm...
I'm sick.
Yeah, I've got, um...
Cadillac Fever.
-[mouthing inaudibly] -Nomi's aunt has Pontiac Fever,
and now you got something called Cadillac--
Is there some kind of GM pandemic going around
-that I don't know about? -[phone beeps]
Shit, hold on. Let me shake this.
-I fucking panicked! -My God, the master?
-I'm sorry! -You were so dog shit!
-Mo, Yassir? -Yassir?
-Mo? -Keith?
I keep hearing Yassir. You heard him right, Keith?
This phone technology is a pretty powerful thing.
You never know who's listening.
Sorry, I was trying to put Dawn on hold
'cause she's either fully dying or fully lying.
[coughs] I'm still here, MoMo.
Party line, getting the band back together.
This new shit is so dumb-- conference call,
call waiting, clock.
Can't a phone just be a fucking phone?
-[chuckles] -What do you want, Keith?
Mo, I want to give you, um... an engagement gift,
a-and I got to give it to you tonight, and--
So just tell me where you're at, and I'll come right over.
I'm across the street from Gray's Papaya. I'm--
Hey, K-man, you down for a boys' night?
Like back in our good old post-rug, pre-plug Miami days.
I mean, we keep trying to set shit right between us.
Do I got to stay on for this gay shit?
-Whoa. -Hey.
-No, no, I just meant I--
Yeah, we get it, and don't you dare hang up,
'cause I'm not done with your lying ass yet.
-[phone beeps] -And she hung up.
Look, Mo, I would love to hang out with you,
but if I don't take the kids tonight,
Shira's new boyfriend's gonna convert them to Mormon.
This is my, like, last, last chance.
I cannot fuck this up, so rain check, next week maybe?
I'm busy.
And weren't you just about to drop off my gift?
-That's my call waiting. -[line beeps]
Tell Dawnie to feel better. Okay, bye-bye.
You never know who's listening, huh?
You heard it, okay? He's at Gray's Papaya.
-Are we done here? -[phone ringing]
'Cause I don't like lying to a good friend.
Look, boss, I can't lie to you.
[weakly] I'm sick.
Yeah, I'm sick, too. Yeah, that bullshit got me.
[Blair] Uh, if that's your idea of lying or friendship,
-yoink a doink. -[knock at door]
-Coming. -One sec.
-Hold on. -[knock at door]
You lying piece of shit. You--
[line beeping]
Fucking technology!
[agent] Maurice Monroe?
Gents, can I help-- What the fuck is going on?
-You're coming with us. -Wait, who are you?
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Where am I? Get your fucking hands off me.
All right!
[door closes]
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Huh.
Well, this is gonna suck.
Let me out of this fucking room!
Tried that.
Hey, I want to talk to my lawyers!
-Tried that, too. -I got to take a fucking whiz!
We tried that, too, and then I just pissed in the corner,
but watch out for the dead rats,
also the live ones.
They were pissed that I pissed on their fallen comrades.
You telling me there's really no other fucking way
-out of this place? -One way in, one way out.
As far as we can tell, we're in one of those
terrifying, off-the-books NYPD black sites
you only hear rumors about.
I'm guessing 'cause, uh, nobody ever comes back.
[chuckles] They just told us to wait here, and they'd come
-and get us one by one. -No big deal, then.
Let's just wait here until they come back and get us.
-Are you fucking kidding me? -Ugh.
I'm a legitimate businessman! I pay taxes!
[laughter]
[laughs mockingly] You know what?
Only a group this fucked up could be in a situation
this fucked up and be all like, "Oh, no big whoop,
just your regular cop-napping kill room.
And, oh, by the way, don't relieve yourself
in the fucking rat cemetery."
Speaking of which, cue the Mourner's Kaddish
or whatever the fucking Mormon equivalent is,
because if I'm not at Shira's house
to pick up my kids in 16 minutes,
-I'm fucking dead. -Who cares?
I'm sorry, but isn't the bigger-ticket item
why the five of us are here?
Something we thought maybe you could explain, Mo.
Oh, so you think this whole thing
is 'cause of me?
You are the criminal of our group of friends.
That is some real revisionist bullshit,
-historically speaking. -[scoffs]
[Mo] Black Monday was on you two contortionist fucks.
Here we go.
Did you forget that you stabbed me
in the fucking back while butt fucking
the entire financial world
and throwing an elderly maniac off of a high-rise high dive?
That was you two, so maybe we're here for that shit.
And did you forget that I already went to jail
for that shit, for fucking you, Mo?
Oh, my God, this shit again?
Okay, I had to eat out my cellmate.
[Blair] And I went to Congress.
I mean, I know it's not as bad as jail,
but it's not nearly as cool as you would think it was.
And I had to eat out every night.
Do you know how fattening that is?
The amount of butter I consumed?
Shut up!
[Blair] The point is they already closed the case
on Black Monday.
[Keith] Well, the case is still open on Amerisavings,
or do you not remember that time I thought
we were gonna die in the bank
and then we almost did die in the fucking bank?
Is that when you turned the retail bank into a blood bank?
Well, déjà Jew. It's happening again, okay?
-My people can sense death... -Your people.
...like a dog in a storm, and thunder is coming.
Let me tell you something--
your Semitic sense, right on point,
because if there was ever
a we-could-die-in-this-room room...
I mean, I'm not sweating it. There is no way I die here.
My landlady does chicken bone voodoo,
and she told me I actually die in a spaceship
from lung cancer, but still...
Look, guys, whatever shit we're in,
it must be deep if they're not afraid to punch a...
-Politician. -No.
I was gonna say a white boy,
but the real question is, why now?
All this shit, it's in the past.
And Blair, he just got my record expunged.
I'm clean.
And I only make records, so I'm clean.
We at the Leighman Brothers, we're clean.
Yeah, with the Lenny out of the picture.
Hey, I had nothing to do with that.
You might want to tell your tailor.
Or your hairline.
[laughter]
Oh, that's great. We're having a good time.
No, but Dawn is right. Why now?
Maybe we're just here 'cause the cops
are extremely racist and homophobic.
We're quite a tasty sampler. You almost can't blame 'em.
Black, Black, gay, gay, me.
But the only one of us that's been in hot water lately
is actually-- well, it's you, Blair.
-Yeah, not to point fingers... -Oh, point, point, point.
...but, Blair, you are the only one
who has had multiple attempts on his life,
so, clearly, you're wrapped up in some shady shit,
which is why everyone around you
dies mysteriously or violently, which reminds me...
-[Mo] Yeah. -[Blair] Fine.
Maybe this is about who's trying to kill me.
Well, it's not Dawn because Dawn and I
-are friends again. -Well...
Keith and I are friends anew.
-Yassir... Yass--Yass--Yass-- -Please don't do this to me.
-Yassir--one more time. -It's Yassir.
We are cool now.
So that means there's only one person
Machiavellian enough to pull this off
-who also wants me dead. -Oh, my God.
You're trying to make this about me again, Blair?
If it were me, fucker'd be dead.
-Mo don't miss. -[Yassir] Wow.
-That's your defense? -[overlapping chatter]
-That's true. -[Dawn] Not great.
-I, for one--I believe him. -Thank you, Keith.
But just to cross the I's here,
where were you the night that Blair was shot?
-Where was I, asshole? -Yeah.
-I was with Dawn. -Ew, really?
-Unfortunately, yes. -Okay, where were you?
With Larry.
Biblically speaking, I'm sure.
Not my type.
What about you, Yass? Where were you?
Motherfucker, I was in the suburbs
putting a bow on that house that you bought.
-Bow? -No.
Well, Mo, I-I'm--I'm confused.
I thought you said you just bought the house.
Um, well, no, Yassir is clearly confused
because I wasn't a homeowner then.
Everybody knows I just bought the house, you know, for Nomi.
So, sorry, Yassir, you don't have an alibi
unless you were doing something else at the time.
What else were you doing? Were you doing something else?
-What were you doing? -Yeah, I-I got confused.
I'm sorry about that, Dawn.
Uh, I was at home...
alone.
You know that's, like, the opposite of an alibi?
No, I was at Home Alone, the movie.
I was at a test screening for the movie Home Alone.
-Well, there you go. -[Dawn] Okay.
[Yassir] Was in a theater full of children,
the only adult there,
but we all equally had a good time.
I believe him. Case closed.
So we all have an alibi.
-Almost. -Oh, me?
Oh, what was I doing? Oh, I remember.
I had a meeting with a high-velocity bullet
straight through my fucking chest.
I'm the only one who almost died, Dick Face-y!
-Twice! Na-d'oy! -Exactly, almost.
Seems pretty clear to me
that the only one who's profited from all
of these near-death experiences is you, Pfaff.
You know, that's actually a really good point,
'cause didn't a therapist who just happened to know
all your secrets just mysteriously get electrocuted?
Eh.
And a pastor who had you in his back pocket
-got shot in the face. -Okay, come on.
Huh, not so na-d'oy, now, is it?
Oh, Blair, all the shit you've done--
there's nothing I wouldn't put past you.
Don't you mean after all the shit
you've done to me, Maurice?
[chair clatters loudly]
Oh, we're gonna do this, huh?
[chair clatters loudly]
Guess that black eye is getting lonely--it wants a twin.
-All right. -Okay, I'll kick my chair, too.
[chair clatters loudly]
Pfft.
[Mo] Look, you want to do this shit,
let's fucking do this shit.
Where were you, Blair, when all those bodies
were dropping around you?
-Where was I? -Okay.
No, I'm sure--I mean, you were right there, of course.
That's the entire thing about near-death.
Yeah.
The proximity of you to death is--okay, that's clear.
I'm saying all those bodies
standing between you and your career.
I mean, come to think of it, shit, Roger,
your even-- fucking your dad died
while he was beating you!
-[gasps] -Ooh.
Oh, my God, I may talk a big game,
but remind me to stay out of your way, killer.
You really are a monster.
-Yeah? -Oh, we're gonna do this shit?
-[Keith] Whoa, hey! -[Dawn] Hey, come on, guys!
[agent] Pfaff, you're up! Now!
Just go.
You're lucky.
Yeah, I really dodged a bullet.
[agent] Come on, break it up.
Okay, I'm coming! I'm an American Congressman.
[agent] Shut the fuck up.
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Out.
Apologies, sir.
I'm just trying to make this look legit.
Yeah, I'm good.
Yowza, that was a close call, Congressman.
I'm glad we got you out of there when we did.
Yeah, well, I was just staying in character.
Well, then the Tony goes to you, sir,
because you sure had me fooled.
-[Blair chuckles] -[truck door closes]
Oh, speaking of fooled, I can't believe
they don't realize we've got the entire place wired.
-Here, check it out on these. -Thanks.
Is that a toilet?
Yeah, that's for shitting and pissing.
I know the old gay Blair just ain't what he used to be,
but once in a while, I get a glimpse of who he was.
That kid just doesn't deserve
whatever they're doing to him right now.
That kid grew up to be a sociopath, Dawn...
one that we've all had a motive to kill
from time to time, even you.
And I'm not the one behind all that crazy shit,
but let me tell you, I will freely admit,
that motherfucker is highly murderable.
-[Dawn] Yes. -[Keith] Piece of shit.
[Yassir] I just don't like him.
Uh, Agent, that collective murmur
was basically a confession.
Now, get to grilling so I can get to the bottom of this.
[splutters] No can doodle.
Liaising with the NYPD to kidnap your friends--
sorry, suspects-- already puts us
in a gray area human rights-wise.
All we can do is scare 'em, try to get 'em talking,
hope something kind of shakes out.
Awesome.
So, uh, kids, I can't help but notice
how you're looking and feeling so well.
Oh, come on.
So again I ask you, where's the party at?
And I swear to God, if you lie to me--
Okay.
Mo...
...the truth is... I was trying this on--
We were headed to Nomi's album release party.
-We're sorry. -What the fuck?
-What did you say? -That's what the truth is.
-That's not what I meant! -Her record release--
Fuck!
Fucking Nomi lied to me. Look, you know what, Dawn?
I don't know if it's jealousy or whatever the fuck it is
that's making you drive this wedge
between me and my woman, but you need to knock it off!
You know what? Talk about revisionist history.
It was your woman that ordered the McDLT.
[Keith] Wait, McDLT?
What the fuck does McDonald's
delicious bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich
have to do with any of this shit?
Well, you know how they keep the veggies and the meat
-in separate compartments? -Yeah.
Well, that's how Nomi wants her love life with Mo
and her career with me-- separate, to keep it fresh.
-[Keith chuckles] -And what happened
to you, Yass, huh?
I thought you were Team Mo Better Jazz, Yass.
You always kept it on the level with me, man.
You--I mean, Jesus Christ, you were my only friend
-when I was on the run. -Your only friend?
I moved to Miami for you,
and you fucking locked me in a safe.
You know why they call it a safe, Keith?
Because it keeps things safe.
[Yassir] I am your friend.
You wouldn't have even been able
to do the Amerisavings thing without me.
-That was you? -Hey--Now, hold on.
You fucking snitch!
[Keith] Fuck, now I'm late to pick up my kids.
This is great.
I'm officially a deadbeat dad now.
Great.
Well, they were talking about who tried to kill you
until they tried to kill each other.
-You know what this is? -A total waste of time.
My mom and my stepdad. Yeah, same exact shit.
It's like they needed something to fight about,
except, uh, their Nomi
was my dad's second family in Ottawa.
I don't care.
One of them is trying to kill me.
Can't you do something?
[sighs]
Send in the last party guest.
Are you fucking kidding me?
[Wayne] Good evening!
[all] Wayne?
Where have I been, you no doubt conject.
Excellent query.
After my brush with the law,
the only job I could get was a limo driver.
Driving around this wretched city,
I became obsessed with mending the wounds
I inflicted on this broken world.
And I stopped doing a shitload of drugs on the daily.
[Keith] Huh.
As my mental acuity grew,
I spent my time volunteering at a woman's shelter,
helping victims achieve street justice
in a cool, feminist Equalizer kind of way.
Eh, that'd be a good show.
Now, as far as society is concerned,
I am the very model of a modern major minority.
I think I speak for everyone, when I say, huh?
What the fuck is all of this? [chuckles]
We haven't seen you for almost a year, Wayne,
and you come in here looking like--I mean, Jesus Christ,
where's the Wayne that I used to know who'd pull his dick out
and wave it around in a very offensive manner?
At least that guy I understood.
All right, speaking of dicks,
-where's our Congressman? -Cops got him.
They beat the shit out of him
before he got here, too, black eye and everything.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
[Wayne] So have you figured out why we're here?
We thought to find out who tried to kill Blair.
Or who Blair tried to kill.
Or did kill.
Well, we all have alibis, so there's no mystery to solve.
On the contrary.
By my count, there are three obvious mysteries
in this very room.
Which would you like me to solve first?
One, why is Dawn fidgeting with that ring on her necklace?
Two, who orchestrated this haunted house charade?
And three, who shot Blair and killed his colleagues?
Three, I say three.
Yeah, number three is the sexier headline,
but I'm gonna roll back to número uno.
Dawn, what is that ring?
I'm sorry? Come on--Fuck this.
Mo, I'm really not in the mood, okay?
That's why it's purple.
It's a mood ring, and purple means
I'm over it, so move on.
It's not because it's an amethyst?
Actually, I'm--I'm--I'm not familiar with that stone.
You're not familiar with your own birthstone?
Get off my fucking ass
and stop asking me the dumb questions!
That's Nomi's engagement ring.
I'd recognize it anywhere.
It took me forever to find the fucking thing.
What I don't know is why it's around your neck.
What I don't know is why you bought
Nomi a birthstone for February
when she was fucking born in June.
Because our love was born in February.
Don't change the subject, Dawn.
No, I was still in prison.
They let me out February 28th,
which means you met Nomi March first.
-Okay, so I was wrong. -Yeah.
I'll ask you again. Why is it around your neck?
I was...
holding it for her while she performed,
and I just-- I forgot to give it back.
[scoffs]
I used to lie, too, when Shira would ask me,
"Why are you not wearing your ring?"
And I'd be like, "Oh, I left it at the gym,"
or, "Rings on men are so gay,"
or, "I left it at Jim's, who's so not gay."
Shut the fuck up, please. And I'm not lying.
Then why didn't you just say all that in the first place?
Because I've just had a really bad day
where I'm, like, in extras holding
in the fucking Exorcist.
Jesus, let me, like, try to breathe!
[imitates ragged breathing]
Wait.
How did it take you forever to find the ring,
when you've only known Nomi for a few weeks?
Getting warmer.
Why did you buy Nomi's ring before you met her?
I don't know what you're asking me exactly.
And why was it an amethyst?
Hot, hot, hot.
And why did Yassir put a bow on your new house
on my favorite street the day that I was supposed
-to come home from prison? -Mm.
Oh, shit. That was a painting of me!
Oh, my God, saying it out loud
is finally what helped you put it all together?
You were gonna propose to me?
Again.
Hey, cops, please come take me away.
I did it. I killed everybody!
No need for a trial. Just shoot me in the face.
Put me out of my misery.
Do you think they still have a chance?
I don't think you're gonna have a chance to cop a feel
until you start acting like a fucking professional.
Guess I should get to it, shouldn't I?
We sure did learn a lot tonight about you
and how truly hated you are
by all the people who know you best.
I wouldn't say that.
After hearing you double-crossed Mo...
Well, for a good reason.
...and sent Dawn to prison...
All those circumstances were beyond my control.
...the suicides on Black Monday...
That was a very sensitive day.
...I would say, in my professional assessment,
that you sound like a real piece of shit.
Okay.
But, uh, the one thing that I couldn't shake
was what Mo said about all the folks
who stood in your way, so I had the boys
do a little, uh, database digging.
Fucking technology.
Your dad died of a heart attack, right?
Yes. Suddenly.
But the autopsy said that they found glass
in his intestines, pancreas, and kidneys.
The guy was a fucking snow globe.
[chuckles]
Well, I guess it's true what they say,
we all eat so many things without knowing it.
-Hair and spiders and whatnot. -According to who?
Exactly-- the World Health Organization,
that is who, so I think we could
probably just rule out my decades-dead dad
from the suspect list, yeah?
Problem is, we just can't rule you out, can we?
What the fuck is this? This a setup?
It wasn't until all your dirty friends
started smelling a lot cleaner than you.
Throw him back, fellas.
-You want your confession? -No, no, no!
Go get it yourself, Congressman.
[Blair] Okay.
MoMo...
Why didn't you tell me?
-The truth? -Yeah.
You'd already made up your mind.
I just felt like the lie
made more sense at the time, you know, for you.
[door opens]
-I had no idea-- -[Blair] Hey, Mo!
If I'm so highly murderable, take your best shot.
Let's do this.
Wait a second. You were listening to us?
I thought you were getting your fucking dick lopped off.
Yeah, I was listening to you.
And by the way, you're a horrible father.
You make Bill Cosby look like Cliff Huxtable.
-We all know he's a rapist. -[Dawn] I do.
My cousin did crafty on Ghost Dad...
Are you saying Bill Cosby is a rapist...
...and they called him Pill Cosby...
...or Cliff Huxtable is the rapist?
Yeah, I guess he does talk about Spanish fly a lot.
Whoa! Bill Cosby is a rapist?
-I have to get rid... -Wait a second.
[Yassir] ...of my entire sweater collection.
You set this up.
You fucking set me up to betray Mo?
Wait, you--hold on, wait a minute.
-No, okay. -[Mo] Betray Mo?
So that's why you were trying to find out
where I was so bad, K-man.
Yeah, so you could have Blair's goons scoop me up?
No, that was not--No, he told me he wanted to call you
-to tell you good news, right? -I just heard you!
-Good news, he said to me-- -Wait!
So that's why you were the only person
that was taken out of here for questioning?
-[Wayne] Brava. -Holy shit.
- I knew, once he had a black eye,
that it was his ruse.
A true black eye wouldn't appear
until hours later, not until the capillaries
leaked into the surrounding tissue,
but for a former theater kid with a small bruise kit,
he could make it look convincing...
and fetching, I might add.
-Thank you, Wayne. -Yeah, thank you, Wayne.
And you, you really think that one of us
is behind this thing, trying to kill you?
[scoffs] You really do need a checkup from the neck up,
'cause if you keep this shit up, one of us really might.
Oh, Mo, Dawn just wanted to be friends, huh?
Let me tell you something.
Me not marrying Dawn was the best thing
-that ever happened to me. -Oh.
-Wait, wait, what? -Okay, no, no, not like that.
Don't let him fuck us up. That's not what--
You know what? Fuck you, Blair.
-No, no, no, fuck you, Mo. -Fuck my life.
Fuck 'em all. Remember that?
You wish I would have married your ass,
which is why you asked three times.
That's some simple-ass hat trick shit.
No, I'm glad you said no to me,
because if you'd said yes,
I would have never met the love of my life.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-Yeah, that's right? -That's right, Dawn.
And it drives you crazy.
That's why you stole her from me.
I didn't steal her. I saved her from you.
You wish that we had had the same kind of relationship
that Nomi and I have.
Is that why Nomi asked me to hold on to her ring?
The real reason is 'cause she doesn't want anyone to know
she's fucking engaged to you.
And scene!
Congratulations for telling each other lies.
Let me tell you something.
There is a long history of labels
making their artists seem single for record sales.
-Yeah? -Want some examples?
Give me a fucking break. I'll come up with some.
I'm on the spot. I don't have anybody.
Yeah, 'cause you're fucking wrong.
The truth is it's got nothing to do with her being engaged
and everything to do with her being engaged to you.
It's you, Mo. It's fucking you.
If you were young and cool, you'd help her career.
-But you're not. -[Keith] God damn it!
This group is so fucking easily distractible!
Okay, we are here because this guy set us up,
and he's the reason I'm not gonna see my kids again.
And the reason that I'm gonna miss
Nomi's album release party.
Yeah, you're the reason that we are gonna miss
Nomi's album release party!
Which is still very upsetting to me.
[Blair] Okay!
-It's upsetting to all of us! -So what?
Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm just so tired
of feeling like I'm the bad guy.
You are.
[Keith] Oh!
Man down!
Back the fuck up, Mo!
-[Keith] Finally, someone-- -Fuck you!
-I feel like you don't-- -What the fuck, Yassir?
-Wayne, this is for the ladies! -[door opens]
-Fuck all of y'all! -[agent] Hey, that's enough.
You're all free to go.
[agent] We only have the black site till nine,
so scram.
[Dawn] And shut the fuck up!
-[Yassir] Jesus. -[Dawn] Little bitches.
[Keith] What the fuck did I do?
'80s synth music
I was on my way to the Met to drop off a big wig
when the cops jumped in and made me drive here,
but at least I can drive you guys home.
There's plenty of room for everyone.
I'll pull it around.
Hey, Wayne, you said you, uh, knew
who tried to kill Blair and who killed all the others,
-the last mystery. -Absolutely.
The killer's obviously--
Hey, check this out-- a remote lock/unlock.
[chuckles] Isn't that rad?
Fucking technology.
[car beeps]
-[Dawn screams] -[Yassir retches]
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
Tell me lies
Tell me, tell me lies
Oh, no, no, you can't disguise
You can't disguise
No, you can't disguise
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
Tell me lies
Tell me, tell me lies
Oh, no, no, you can't disguise
You can't disguise
No, you can't disguise
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
Tell me, tell me lies