(Announcer reading text on screen)
(Slow instrumental music)
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[upbeat dance music]
Excellent work, ladies.
Top notch!
Oh, would you look at that?
It's already 4:00 AM.
Okay. Okay.
[groans] Oh.
[loud groaning]
Okay. Okay. Let's go Mehdi.
Let's go Medhi. Let's go Medhi.
Okay.
[soft snoring]
Ah!
Oh shit.
Okay. Okay. Come on Medhi. Come on, come on, come on.
Oh my God.
Ugh.
[razor buzzing]
Doug!
Wow. What a night, eh?
[upbeat frenzied music]
[angry shouting] [upbeat frenzied music]
Fight the power!
Oh God.
Marcus: Medhi, again?
Did you fly too close to the sun last night?
Guilty as charged. [laughs]
These guys again, huh?
Protesting fossil fuels,
the usual.
You know, when I was a boy,
they said we'd run out of dinosaur juice by the year 2000.
Hmm. [chuckling]
And we're still pumping, baby.
[Todd chuckling]
Chelsea: Oh, you think that's funny?
The negative PR from the parade
gave Charles even more reason to close this place down.
Why would he close down a fully functional plant?
We start with accounting,
hopefully they can shed some light on this.
Are you sure that's necessary?
Of course.
The financials are everything.
What's the problem with the accountants?
I mean, they're alright.
[indistinct murmuring]
Hold up!
What'd you just say?
That your mom has soft hands?
No, the other thing, dummy.
Oh, Bennett...
guy woke up thinking he was on a space shuttle,
punched a nurse.
Alright then, let's get to the hospital,
start at ground zero.
Hold on. Substance abuse
and now a possible brain injury?
You don't just waltz out of the hospital after all that.
He's not your average human being.
He's more cockroach than man.
And if he's conscious, he could be anywhere:
like the legion,
the peelers, the casino.
[groans] What a mess.
Bennett's a liability on his best day,
but he has answers.
I understand but we're going to accounting.
Ah, I have to link up with my crew,
make sure they're set for the day.
I'll meet you up there?
Medhi? You in here?
[Medhi groaning]
Fuck Medhi.
Are you hungover again?
[Medhi hissing]
Todd: Well that answers that.
You're getting worse.
You know it's against policy to-
[drill buzzing]
Alter company property without-
[drill buzzing]
Oh, come on, man.
Don't be a weasel. Okay?
This-this is an improvement.
Engineering stuff.
Listen, I need you to do me a solid and watch my guys.
[drill buzzing]
You're just gonna sit there and sign permits.
Come on, man.
That weird guy on your crew who never blinks,
he creeps me the fuck out!
And your-your trailer smells like feet.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Do not let last night's decisions affect my crew, okay?
[Medhi laughing]
You're worried about my decisions, hmm?
You know, 30 years ago I decided to send my money
to a school in Bombay.
I know. And that institution specialized in engineering
and I decided to attend every class so that I could tell you:
your crew doesn't need a babysitter.
Thanks Medhi, you're the best.
Lights? - Stay awake!
Fuck you, Todd Stool.
[mischievous music]
Son of a bitch.
[mischievous music continues]
Marcus: There's off limits!
[mischievous music continues]
Marcus: Stop!
Now you're farther! Fuck!
[mischievous music continues]
[Marcus grunts]
Come to Daddy.
Oh yeah!
Hey baby, where's your little boy?
[Backwoods indistinct mumbling]
Dewey, flick it, you flick it!
Oh! Shit!
I'm probably gonna regret this but,
I wanna be just like you.
You mean you want to be a dude?
No. Training with you the other day
was actually pretty fucking cool, okay?
You're comfortable. You're confident.
You got this whole vibe going on.
I think the word you're looking for is "classy"?
No.
Maybe it's, uh, "experienced"?
Audrey: It's more than that.
It's like the way that you went about things, you know?
You weren't lost.
I want that.
Backwoods: I'm sure you do, my young apprentice.
Don't we all.
But why are you giving me all the honour?
What about those guys?
Is this? Is this safe to drink?
Whoa, don't drink tap.
Government adds fluoride as a mind-control agent.
And fish fuck in it.
What? You're serious?
Oh yeah. Let's get into this car crash right now.
Today you're tagging along with Dewey.
Dewey, Audrey. You know.
You'd be surprised what you're gonna learn from our boy.
Well, maybe not that surprised.
But anyways, look, the last couple of days,
you know you're learning the site,
how to work hard,
yada yada.
And now you're gonna learn somethin' different.
Where the fuck is Todd?
I am Todd.
What is that? Gimme that.
Homer: Alright, just don't plough it back too quick.
Audrey: That's straight caffeine.
Holy fuck!
Mix some fuckin' water in there!
Ugh!
[Taser gasping]
Today I am Todd
but with, uh, better skin.
And, uh, smarter and a lower BMI and nicer hair
and a nicer truck.
And, uh, just a generally more pleasant demeanour.
As for the day's work,
continue with what you were doing yesterday.
If you've already completed it,
just, um, do it again, but better.
And no questions.
Who are you?
I'm Audrey.
Backwoods: That's Audrey, Todd's sister.
I paired her up with Dewey.
Ah, congratulations.
For what?
For not looking like your brother.
I had a very busy morning
and I forgot where I parked my truck.
I need you two to find it.
Should we look in the ditch?
It's somewhere in that direction.
[Lena grunting]
Hope you brought an umbrella.
Bev: You have to come with us next.
Barb: We do the craziest stuff. I went on a water slide one time.
Chelsea: Sounds like it gets pretty wild.
Barb: Oh, we go pretty hard.
I got stuck in a ball pit for like 30 minutes one time.
Bev: Ew.
Oh, glad you could make it.
Everything alright?
You know this piece of shit?
I mean, professionally.
Barbara.
Asshole.
So we're still using that name?
You've got some real smelly balls coming in here
after what you did to my bestie.
What did you do?
Nothing. It was a misunderstanding.
[Barb laughing] [Bev gasping]
You unbelievable bastard!
That's rich.
Bev: Son of a bitch.
Barb: We were supposed to get matching tattoos.
I got mine and when it's his turn,
Bitchy McBitch got cold feet.
Bitch.
We were day drinking,
it sounded like a good idea.
By the time it was my turn, I'd sobered up.
Drunk Todd and Sober Todd don't see eye to eye
on body modifications. Sorry.
You can go to hell.
You left me out to dry and you know it.
Here.
De-stress.
I dunno why you're making such a big deal about this.
It was four years ago and I offered to pay for the removal.
Chelsea: Okay, I understand that you two have history,
but we can't let it cloud the current problem.
Now if you could provide some clarity
about the discrepancies we were talking about earlier-
Barb: Uh uh.
That jerk-off gets nothing. - Yeah, nothing.
Bev: Nada. Never.
Zilch. - Sorry.
Not gonna happen.
Or if you don't cooperate I could just fire you.
[both laughing]
Our union loves wrongful dismissal cases.
Barb: Loves them.
Chews 'em up every day.
What do we need to do?
More like, what does he need to do?
You want the financials?
He gets that tattoo.
And in the same place that I got mine.
And we're not saying shit until then.
Chelsea: Guess you learned your lesson about dating colleagues.
It wasn't all bad.
I mean, Barb's a good one.
I just don't like needles.
Well you better get over it.
You know any tattoo shops in town?
Who here knows how to tattoo?
Todd: Great.
That guy.
This car got recalled for faulty airbags.
Basically decapitated a dude.
This is your brother's truck.
Oh, you probably already know that.
I assume he gave you a ride today?
You sure know a lot about cars and who owns them.
What do you drive?
Oh, is this one yours?
It's a long story.
DUI?
Okay, it's a short story.
[Marcus yelling]
What the shit is this?
Bird feed?
[birds cooing] [tricksy music]
Ah! What the fuck?
Aw, come on-
Ow! Shit!
Fucking asshole birds.
[quirky playful music]
Backwoods: Ah!
[playful music continues]
Audrey: What the fuck is going on?
Taser: Dammit! Shield me! Shield me!
It's everywhere!
Audrey: Get me inside!
[playful music]
Ewwwwww!
Holy shit!
Fuckin' birds!
[groans] I'll give you all the money on me if you go away.
[breathless] Protestor.
She did something with the birds.
I think she laced the bird seed with laxative.
How does making birds shit themselves
help save the environment?
Well how did she get in?
Marcus: Don't look at me, man.
I think I got some in my mouth.
I hate birds.
More than I hate condoms.
Yo, Bareback.
You know nature shit.
How do people deal with these things?
Well, they shoot them or they trap them.
Some companies deploy "critter prickers".
Or we could call in a falconer.
Smart answers only.
Backwoods: Well they are sensitive to ultrasonic frequencies,
makes them think a predator's around.
You ever ate one?
Of course I have.
Well, if what nature dude says is true,
I can deal with these shit rats.
I need access to the PA system.
What are you gonna do,
throw up on it?
Barb: Oh my God, that is disgusting.
It doesn't even say my name to be honest.
Yeah, it kind of says barf. - Yeah, it does.
Todd: Oh, seriously?
It doesn't say barf.
Goddamnit, Barb.
So Todd held up his end of the deal
where's the documentation, reports, receipts?
Oh. - Oh, yeah.
We don't really handle the accounting anymore.
Excuse me?
Bev: Yeah, we just do payroll.
Lots of payroll.
Yeah, Bennett's been handling the accounting for,
I dunno, years?
How many years?
Barb: Three and a half.
Three, four. I dunno.
While, yeah.
We just saw the top sheets, never the work.
How do we get the work?
I mean, we have his laptop.
He told us to take it if anything happened to him, but...
Bev: But the only one with the password is...
Bennett? - [in unison] Yeah.
Todd: Are you shitting me?
Then why the fuck did I get a tattoo?
Boogie! - Oh.
Barb: Geez.
Con artists.
[quirky playful music]
Yeah. Yeah.
Fuck you birds.
[loud static humming]
Operator Phil: They're leaving! [laughs]
Now, boys, if you don't mind,
Papa needs some shut-eye.
Operator Phil: Looks like it.
Backwoods: Fuckin' waste of good meat if you ask me.
But it worked!
Ah, that can't be good.
[electricity crackling]
That wasn't me.
Taser: Fuuuuuuuuuck!
[alarm beeping]
Holy shit!
Yeah, that's not good.
Medhi, get up! Get up, you fuckin' drunk.
Let's go, on the move!
Stop traffic.
Medhi: What?
[alarm beeping]
Steph: Alright everybody,
I know it sucks,
but power outage means we shelter in place
till we get the all clear.
I can still smell it.
It's not rotten eggs, it's like regular eggs.
Last time we had a lockdown,
we were in here for five hours.
It's back when I was on the, the tools.
I'm on probation now.
It's a long story.
Audrey: Drinking?
Dewey: Anyway,
operators took their sweet ass time.
Conceited little pukes.
Think they're so important.
It's-it's just button pushing.
Please stop talking.
Dude.
I'm just trying to pass on some knowledge.
The social hierarchy.
They don't teach this stuff in trade school.
Where did they teach you that?
Jail?
Is this normal?
Everyone's pretty relaxed.
Behavioural conditioning.
Oldest trick in the book.
Perfected by government spooks in Afghanistan in the mid 80's.
Now that you mention it,
I, I have felt more and more detached these last few months.
Oh, thank God.
Chelsea: Accounting isn't accountable.
Bennett is what we're left with.
Is there someway we can sneak offsite?
Not possible in lockdown.
Safety applies to everyone regardless of their position.
Guys, this day has been something else, okay?
I've been following Dewey around and then I got shit on.
At least it's not permanent.
Ah, your coveralls look good on you.
Thanks. Yours too.
Well, um, I like your shirt.
That's what I meant to say. Did you get it at the mall?
Oh, I haven't seen this much shit
since my septic tank ruptured.
Well, you've obviously never been to Burning Man.
One giant litter box.
Ah, well, tripped the breaker.
Yeah.
[everyone groaning]
Steph: Yeah. Okay. I know, I know.
Team, we're back at it.
Bird guano is toxic.
So please change your clothes and/or shower.
I mean, do shower at least once this week.
Thank you.
Well, you better get back with your crew.
Yay. More Dewey and his Dewey stories.
Sorry.
And I might be late so can you catch a ride with someone?
Okay, great.
This day just gets better and better.
[soft music]
[Dewey slurping]
I guess we better get back to finding Medhi's truck.
Relax, Todd's Sister.
Nothin' new after two, nothin' more after four.
Besides, I haven't even told you
about my journey into the trades.
Nuh uh. No.
All good.
See the angle of these flare headers?
They're at a fifteen. Huh.
If we change this diameter to 16 inch
we can redline this bitch 24/7.
But that means the flare tip will need...
modifications.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪
Guys, come check this out.
[soft suspenseful music]
The nerds only gather outside Mehdi's office
when he's doing something important.
Historic.
He's about to revolutionize the industry.
That guy?
He's been hungover all day.
That's when he does his best work.
Being hungover is his sweet spot.
Medhi Chowdry.
Welcome to the 2030s your beautiful bastards!
Yes!
Marcus: Oh fer fuck sakes.
That's Medhi's truck.
Man.
This guy is so fucked.
He has no concept of right or wrong.
Well, I'm a new face and I'm up to date
on my conflict resolution training, so...
Todd: I once corrected him on what day it was,
the fucking guy threw a chair at my head.
That's, uh, creepy.
I can hear everything you're saying.
Look, if it isn't the baglicker himself.
Or should I say boot licker?
Bennett, good to see you back in the land of the living.
My apologies for the language, Miss...?
Chelsea Nakamura.
I'm the new site manager at Conch Industries.
So if you're the new site manager,
then that means...
you were passed over.
So Mr. Bennett, Randy.
We've come here because we need your help.
Do you know a Duan in plastics?
I suspect that Duan is of Asian descent?
Bennett: No, he's Korean.
And you think because I'm also Asian
that he and I would get along?
You should give him a chance.
You deserve to be happy.
Look man,
we need the password to your laptops
so we can open the accounting documents.
Oh, I see.
You didn't come here because you cared.
You came here because you wanted to use me.
No, that's not true, Randy.
I do care.
You'd cheat on Duan.
Haven't you fucked the refinery over enough?
For once do the right thing.
What's the password?
You know what I'm gonna do, Todd?
I'm gonna bang your sister.
And not in some creepy way.
I'm gonna take her out for dinner.
Wine her and dine her.
Todd: Yeah?
Yeah. I'm gonna be your brother-in-law.
I will wed her.
I'll be at every family gathering,
every holiday,
every funeral and childbirth.
I can't wait to see your best man's speech.
That's fucking it!
Bennett: It's going to be great.
[groaning] Oh God!
Ah!
GOD!
Give us the numbers or I swear on my mother's grave,
I will tear your dick inside out.
Give us the fucking numbers!
[tense music] [Bennett groaning]
This looks like fun.
Where'd you hide Dewey's body?
Oh, he's alive.
He's probably the most annoying person alive.
I didn't learn anything about gauges
or flare stacks or cool shit.
I swear this whole fucking day
has been a lesson in tolerance.
Mmhmm.
You got a ride home?
Todd's Sister. 4:00 PM.
It's time to roll?
Looks like you're sorted.
Bye. - Please, no, no, no.
We never even found that guy's truck.
It's in God's hands now.
[Medhi groaning]
Oh, there are my bloody keys.
You almost fucked me today!
Oh, well, Marcus, you're-you're a handsome fella,
but you're not really my type.
I seen the security footage.
Mmhmm?
Wanna guess how the protestor got in?
Ahhh, let me see...
a parachute?
Ah... teleportation?
Pogo stick?
Ahhh... magic?
Magic?
No!
Bro, she snuck in the back of your truck.
What?
Man, this frat boy party shit ain't gonna last.
You've created a lot of work for me today.
The paperwork?
And the cops?
This is my job!
Okay.
What if my boss starts asking questions?
Look, just, I don't know. Tell him the fucking truth.
You sure you want that?
Man, people love you around here.
The "Myth of Medhi" has spread coast to coast.
Look, if you can't handle this shit,
you gotta say somethin'.
[mumbles] Okay, I will.
Oh! Fucking birds!
Chelsea: We don't talk about this.
Todd: I can still feel it in my dick.
You remember the code?
[in unison] 8 6 7 5 3 0 9.
You, ah, wanna come in for a beer?
I feel like we've earned it.
No, I'm gonna get cracking on these financials.
Your sister lives with you?
Yeah. She does for now.
Audrey: This is the throttle.
These are the brakes.
Todd's Sister, it's my bike.
Audrey: Well, learn it.
I'm sure Audrey wouldn't mind.
Yeah, maybe just for one.
Dewey: Old Figure Eight here.
Hey, the Toddfather!
Dewey.
[thudding] Dewey: Oh dear God!
Todd: Holy shit, Dewey! You good?
Oh, yeah. Super good.
Just took a sharp turn there.
The drive-your driveway's not to code.
That's, like that slant,
the town maybe could take a look at that.
Yeah, the driveway.
Dewey: Okay, I'll see you guys tomorrow!
Okay. Off to the hospital for a tetanus shot for Dewey.
Red nail got him good.
[mysterious music]
You think you and your crazy fucking girlfriend
can just pull start my dick and get away with it?
I'm pissin' at a 45.
I might have been in a coma,
but I heard everything you said, Todd Stool.
You were gonna let me die.
Your dick is next!
[Bennett laughing] ♪ Oh, eight six seven five three oh nine ♪
♪ Eight six seven five three oh nine ♪
♪ Jenny Jenny you are the girl for me
♪ Oh, you don't know me but you make me so happy
♪ I tried to call you before but I lost my nerve
♪ I tried my imagination but I was disturbed
♪ Jenny I've got your number
♪ I need to make you mine
♪ Jenny don't change your number
♪ Eight six seven five three oh nine ♪
♪ Eight six seven five three oh nine (five three oh nine) ♪