- That is just one of the color palettes
that we're considering right at the moment.
Anyway, this is what I've been thinking.
We start out in pitch blackness
and then suddenly, we hear Verdi's "Requiem."
Damien.
[dramatic orchestral music playing]
♪ ♪
A large sequined coffin is carried out across the stage,
set down gently.
Suddenly, our pallbearers strip off their suits,
revealing they are the Knicks dancers.
All--all short brunettes.
Okay, then I rise from the coffin, into the air,
decked out in a custom Schiaparelli
ball gag and straitjacket.
[laughs] What do you think? Because I'm gagged.
- Wow, wow, wow.
Lots of bells and whistles, huh?
- Oh, hi, Amanda.
If it's my safety you're worried about, please don't be.
We're in talks with Pink's aerial team.
- Oh, no, no, it's not your safety I'm worried about.
We need an audience. We need butts in seats.
- Of course. Of course.
- So we need to schedule your press conference
so you can announce your on sale date for your tickets.
- Oh, I can't do that.
- You busy?
- No, no, I'm not allowed to perform
or appear publicly until the day of the show.
- Well, no, everybody does something
to announce their on sale date.
Billy Joel drove his boat all the way around Manhattan.
- Wow. - Yeah.
Turns out you can get pulled over in the sea.
- Well, don't worry.
Me and my team will come up with something out of the box.
Believe me, we are total--total professionals.
- [muffled] Hi, Amanda. Mm.
[normally] I love your necklace.
It's really cute. - Oh.
- Just testing out the gear for my girl here.
Fits like a glove.
Oh, will you unbuckle me?
I gotta pee. ♪ And poop ♪
[upbeat music]
Hurry. - Wow.
- Damien. - Yeah.
- It's actually kind of an emergency.
- Mm. Okay.
- ♪ Been searching for a long, long time ♪
♪ I got to find my baby ♪
- Oh, this is so sad.
It's like the time my nanny
moved out of our house for good.
Ruined my high school graduation.
- I don't like this either, okay?
I love this office.
But we just can't afford it anymore.
- Honestly, boss, I don't think getting rid
of this place is even gonna cut it.
We're so in the red right now,
our bottom line looks like the soles
of one of those Le-boutins.
- It's Louboutin, but let me see.
Where are all of our Lassie fees?
- Garnished. Restitution for the victims.
- Motherfucker.
That dog--I hope it's dead. - [gasps]
- I'm sorry, but it cost us a ton of money.
It's bitten many people, including me.
I have a scar.
You know, short shorts are in for men right now,
and I can't even wear them. - Never mind the shorts.
Look at these expenditures, Jimmy.
5K a month for a pickleball membership--for what?
Bum knees and hip replacements with a bunch of geriatrics?
Not worth the dink!
Kids, if we don't tighten our belts,
I don't think we're gonna survive to Q4.
That's where we're at right now.
- Okay. We only joined for face time
with Winnie Landell--I'm gonna cancel that membership.
Okay? - Thank you. Good.
The least we can do.
- You do it--
put the big flap down first.
Put one big flap down and one big flap up.
Small flap down. Big flap down.
Scoot it--scooch it in.
Yeah, perfect.
The other way.
Yes, yes.
- Okay.
- Okay, the movers will get the rest of this crap tomorrow.
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
- I guess this is it.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
- Hi.
Um, I need to cancel my membership.
Last name is LuSaque. - Okay.
For the Schaefer-LuSaque account?
- Yes.
- Would you and your wife both like to cancel?
- She is not my wife,
and yeah, we both need to cancel.
- Uh, well, we'll just need three endorsements
from members in good standing to cancel.
- [chuckles]
You need me to get an endorsement to cancel?
- Yes. And a notarized signature
from you and your wife.
- Jimmy!
Oh, my God.
- Adele, hi.
- Bubbeleh, oh, mwah.
- It is so kismet I'm running into you.
I was just thinking about Gene's stand-up.
That bit he did about how every member of Fleetwood Mac
was always dressed for different weather--
so good.
- And he always said
if he hadn't been managed by your dad,
he would have been bagging groceries.
- Well, it's so nice to hear his voice now
in those Arby's ads.
- You hear his voice too?
- No--well, yes, in those commercials.
His voice is in those Arby's ads.
- You have to tell them. - Who?
Wha-- - My kids!
[line ringing] You have to tell them
that you hear Gene's voice too,
that I am not crazy,
and that I can live in my own home!
- Oh, Adele, I just-- - Laura, honey, honey,
Jimmy LuSaque hears Daddy's voice too.
[gasps] - I-I--oh, hel--hi, Laura?
Hi. - Mr. LuSaque?
- Yeah. C-could you hold on for one second?
I'll be right back. Um,
I might need an endorsement-- yes?
- Big old update for you. - Great.
- The passport we have on file expires within six months,
so you'll have to renew that first.
- I have to renew my federal passport
before I can cancel a pickleball club membership?
- Mm-hmm, and your wife's.
- She's not my wife. Okay? - Jimmy!
- I-I'm sorry, I gotta go save someone from a home.
Excuse me.
- Here. Yeah. - Sorry. Thank you.
Hey, Laura, it's Jim--yes.
No. No, no, no, my dad used to represent your dad.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Hi, I'm comedy icon Deborah Vance,
and here's the 411.
This huge corporation tried to cramp my style,
but I said as if.
So now I'm doing a show at Madison Square Garden.
So get your tickets today.
It's gonna be all that and a bag of chips.
And if you don't wanna come, honey, talk to the hand,
'cause the face ain't listening.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Cut, cut, cut, cut.
What--what was that? What was that?
All that and a bag of chips? That's not in here.
- I made a few changes because some of this dialogue,
I would never say.
- Well, I am Deborah Vance, and I would say that.
What I would never say is talk to the hand.
- Well, we're different Deborahs.
- Excuse me?
- I'm '90s Deborah.
You're current-day Deborah.
I wouldn't even know how to begin
to be a contemporary Deborah.
I'd have to get a new breastplate,
rethink my padding tits to taint.
- Okay.
I just need you to say these words
so that people will go to my website
and buy tickets to my show.
- What the fuck is a website? Clinton's in office.
Lady, what the fuck are you talking about?
You've lost me.
- Well, I don't care if I've lost you
because you're supposed to be me!
- If I'm not you, then why am I on the Atkins diet?
- Okay. All right. We're gonna shoot this again.
Scripted this time.
- Someone needs to gather her before I do.
- What did you say?
- Nothing.
Nothing.
Crusty old cunt.
- Oh, that is it. That is it.
- You're gonna hit a woman? - Hey. Hey!
- Well, if it's the '90s, it's encouraged!
- No! - Deborah, no!
I do not endorse Deborah-on-Deborah violence.
- You are fired!
- Fired? I quit!
And last I heard, you're gagged, bitch.
So good luck announcing your show without me.
- Let me go. - Deborah!
- Come on.
I'm gonna sue your ass! - Damien.
- I'll get Johnnie Cochran on you.
- Damien, get her out of here. - I'm going!
- Jesus Christ.
Chill.
- That was never gonna be bold enough anyway.
I have to do something myself.
- Okay, well, if you can't perform live,
we'll figure something else out.
- Call The Amazing Steven.
- What?
The magician?
No, not any more magic.
[upbeat music]
- Oh, my God.
- Good morning, J.
- Why are you here so early?
That's not very mi casa es su casa of you.
- Um, I never said this was su casa.
And I'm only asking because you usually
get to the office at 11:30.
- Also, your snacks suck ass.
Wet chicken and old stinky eggs?
- Those aren't snacks.
Those are my meals for the week.
That's labeled Tuesday dinner.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
Okay, I'm trying here.
These are the risks of working from home.
- It's a beautiful day.
- Oh, good morning. You're here too.
- Yeah, and I got bad news.
- No, what is this?
- It's for you.
- Come on.
I can't handle this.
Oh, my God.
We are being sued by your dad.
- What?
- For $30 million in loss of commissions
for tampering with Bruno Fox? - [sputters]
All we did was offer him a residency.
It's not our fault that he was guilty
of vehicular manslaughter.
- We wanted closure for the family!
This is insane.
Oh, my God.
He's claiming emotional distress.
- My daddy doesn't have emotions!
- Not good, boss.
My Uncle Morty faced an emotional distress charge
when he botched a bris.
- Oh, my God. I'm gonna pass out.
- All right, this has gone too far.
We need to go and reason with your father right now.
- Well, you gotta hurry if you're gonna
make Deborah's stunt. - Yeah, come on. I'll drive.
We could stop at home, and I'll get my cattle prod.
- Why do you have a cattle prod?
- For foreplay, Jimmy. Come on! - Ooh!
You gonna eat those eggs? - No, those are my eggs.
Also, you're not eating them in the car.
- ♪ Baby, I want you ♪
♪ Baby, I need you ♪
- Well, there it is. The Cube.
- Oh, Damien, I need a little touch-up.
- Which do you like? - Oh, the Lancôme.
- Are you sure about this?
I'm sorry, it just doesn't seem safe.
- What choice do I have? I can't perform.
But The Amazing Steven can pick me out of the audience
as a "volunteer," you know.
It's not--it's not some run-of-the-mill
saw-me-in-half trick.
I mean, it's--it's The Cube.
- Are you sure you're gonna be okay in there?
You get claustrophobic in condos.
- I'll be fine.
I mean, they're gonna just hoist me up, you know.
I'll be there for an hour.
An hour for my hour.
And then I'll disappear
and I'll reappear at the Bellagio Fountain.
- [chuckles]
- How's that gonna work? How are you gonna disappear?
- When he's ready, Steven will activate
a hidden electrical panel in The Cube
that makes it look empty.
Then a prerecorded hologram of me looking fabulous
will appear at the Bellagio Fountain.
- Mm. - Et voilà,
I've magically transported.
- I'm sorry, I just don't get how this is
gonna help you sell tickets.
- 'Cause my hologram is gonna be wearing
a T-shirt that says MSG 9/11.
Tickets on sale now.
And then there's a QR code below that
where people can buy tickets as soon as the link
goes live at midnight.
- Did someone say sorcerer?
- Oh, Steven. - No, no, no.
- Deb, how are ya? You good? Been busy?
Are you ready to transcend the physical laws of this universe
in the 2018 Merlin Award-winning,
death-defying spectacle known only as The Cube?
- I've never been more ready.
- Deb, this stunt is going to be fucking mental.
- Okay, please. I've had enough magic, okay?
- Oh, okay. Nonbeliever. My favorite.
Pick a card, ranga.
- Pick one. - There we go.
- You know, we don't have to do this, okay?
- Okay, fine. That's fine.
- I recently had a very, very toxic experience
with a magician who I was trying to push further
into sex work, so please, I don't--
- All right. We don't have to do it.
- Oh, how'd you-- - What?
Where did you--hey, where did that--where did you put that?
What did you do?
Where did that go?
Was that a hologram? - No.
See you soon.
- Oh, my God. - It's amazing.
- He's incredible. I love him.
He's the best. - It's crazy.
Magic is real.
- Did he put it in his sleeve?
- The 405 at 5:00?
No, no, no, I'll take the chopper.
- Excuse us, we'll be in and out.
- Emotional distress, Daddy. Really?
- I mean, come on, Michael. Are you serious about this?
- When Bluto went to jail, I couldn't sleep for a week.
- Bluto? - Yeah.
- The client's name is Bruno.
- All right, there, there.
You see how messed up I am.
- [sighs] Come on.
You have all these in-house fancy lawyers.
We just have Corbin... - Bernsen.
- Bernsen from "LA Law."
- He and my mom dated briefly, and he remembers a lot
of law stuff from the scripts. - Wow.
- We have who we have. - They fought a lot. Whatever.
- We have who we have. - It doesn't matter.
Look, I know you hate me, and I get it, and that's fine,
but this is gonna destroy Kayla.
Is that what you really want?
- No, it isn't.
Which is why I have an offer for you.
- Okay, great. Whatever. What is it?
- If you allow Latitude to absorb Schaeffer & LuSaque,
I'll drop the lawsuit.
- Hell no!
- Why would you even wanna do that?
- I told you when I cut Kayla off,
you're sullying the Schaeffer family name,
and I'm sick of it.
You're blacklisted all over town.
You work out of a hovel on the East Side.
You're a joke.
A joke that I don't find funny.
So I suggest you take my offer
because it's the best you're gonna get.
- Uh, yeah, you have a brain worm, honey,
'cause we're not doing that.
Not after all the blood, sweat, and tears
I put into that company.
- Wait, we'll-- we'll think about it.
- What? - We'll consider it.
- Well, you better do your considering in a hurry
'cause there's a clock on this offer.
It's 24 hours, starting now.
- Okay, we'll-- we'll be in touch.
- 24. - Okay.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[suspenseful music playing]
♪ ♪
- Ladies and gentlemen, kings and queens,
are we ready for some magic?
[crowd cheering]
Before you is a cube.
A cube that will be suspended 100 feet
above the Las Vegas Strip.
And in it, a volunteer who will be magically
transported to the Bellagio Fountain.
So who here is brave enough to make history?
- Me!
- Oh, you with the blonde up-do.
Yeah, come forward.
[crowd cheering] Oh.
Oh, it's Vegas' own Deborah Vance.
How fortuitous.
Let's ride!
[crowd cheering]
♪ ♪
Deborah is now 100 feet above the Vegas Strip,
and what's going to happen while she's up there
is going to be amazing.
[whooshing]
[oohs and applause]
Uh, no, that's--that's not part of the illusion.
- It's another blackout!
- Shit.
- What the--
[chuckles nervously]
Um, oh, shit.
Shit. Hey.
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello.
What the hell just happened?
- I don't know.
It looks like the power's gone out in the whole city
except for hotels with generators.
- And glass cubes?
- No.
- Um, well, maybe--maybe you should lower me, then.
- Well, we can't, because the-- the cranes are electric,
so we would need power to-- to bring you down.
- You gotta-- you gotta get me down.
- No, we can't, Deb.
- I'm stuck up here
until the power comes back?
- Correct.
- This is not amazing, Steven.
- Don't say that.
- There is no way, okay?
I know we don't have a lawyer in a pinstriped suit
or, you know, a profitable business.
So what? Who cares? - [sighs]
- We will take out a loan on your house
or sell your sperm or ask Deborah for money.
- No way are we asking a client for a loan.
If we can't stay afloat on our commissions,
we don't deserve to be in business.
[car beeping]
- Shit, we are running out of battery.
- Wait, what? - Fuck.
- Are you kidding me? How?
- I didn't charge the car, okay? There.
I cannot keep up with all the rules of this horrible machine.
- It's an electric car,
and there's only one rule: plug it in at night.
Didn't you see, like, a warning light or a beep?
- I'm driving, Jimmy, please.
- I know you're driving. - I can't look at every--
every gadget and button in the car.
- It's--oh, my God.
- You are losing your voice from yelling at me.
- Kayla, we are an hour from Vegas,
and Deborah's already up in The Cube.
- I miss my diesel Porsche.
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, gorgie girl, I got onto the fire department.
- Oh, thank God.
- Unfortunately, they don't have a ladder
that can reach you, and even if they did,
they're busy with other emergencies
'cause of the outage.
Since you're not injured, they said you're not a priority,
which I think is unfair.
- I'm a celebrity.
If I'm not a priority, who is?
Nations topple when we lose respect for our icons.
- True.
Let me see if I can work my magic. [chuckles]
- Stop. - Sorry. I'm gonna hand
the walkie-talkie to your girlfriend here.
- She--
- Hey, just sit tight. It'll be okay.
- Look, Ava--Ava, I gotta get out of here.
My makeup is melting.
I look insane. - Oh, okay.
Well, you know, Pamela Anderson doesn't even wear makeup.
- Do not mention Pamela Anderson anymore!
I am trying to beat crash-out allegations.
I do not need to look like a freak show
dangling 150 feet above the Strip!
- Okay, okay. Don't worry, okay?
The crowd is dispersing.
Everybody's focused on their own emergencies, okay?
Just stay calm.
Chill.
Go to your happy place.
Neiman Marcus, 90% off.
- Okay, okay.
- Excuse me, doll.
Great news, Deb.
I have a mate who's part of Cirque Du Soleil,
and they have one of those big bouncy trampolines,
you know, the handheld ones.
You could land on that if you're willing to jump.
You would have to sign a pretty massive waiver.
Thoughts?
- Jesus!
No... [volume decreases]
- Yeah, okay. She's not a jumper.
That's fair.
- You're looking skinny, though, up there.
Skinny bitch.
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
- Come in, Ava.
- Go for Ava.
- I have two things to say.
One, if I ever get out of here,
we need to take a vacation.
- Okay, like, do you mean like last time you said
let's take a vacation and then we did nine shows a week
at a Singapore casino, or...
- No, a real vacation.
- Okay.
I'd love to.
And--and what's two?
- I have to pee. - Oh, shit. Okay.
Well, The Cube looks like it's at a slight angle.
You could go in the corner and let Miss Gravity do her thing.
- Oh, my God.
- Totally a bad idea.
What about your shoes?
- Absolutely not.
I'm not gonna urinate in my shoes.
- You got a better idea?
- This has to be the stupidest thing I've ever done.
And I went on a date with Saddam Hussein.
- Wha--you told me you said no.
- Well, I lied. It was the '80s.
He was good then.
You'd have loved him. He was bisexual.
- Huh.
- Do you think this is karma,
you know, for all those Baby Jessica well jokes?
- Uh, no, it's not karma.
I would say it's probably climate change.
You know that thing I've been banging on about.
Blackouts are gonna happen more and more.
- Why do I do this to myself?
- Um, because you told the world and Amanda Weinberger
that you were gonna sell out MSG, so you needed eyeballs.
- I could have just, you know,
posted a screenshot of a notes app or a photo
or made the Katya video work.
Something less insane than this.
- Well, you needed to break through and grab attention,
and they put a muzzle on you, so you did what you had to do.
You know, I think you do your best work when you're
backed up against the wall-- or cube.
- [chuckles] Yeah.
How ironic.
I've been trying to make my obituary less embarrassing.
Now it'll probably say Deborah Vance died
next to a shoe full of her own piss.
- [chuckles]
At least it's a funnier one.
- I've just--I've been trying so hard to not seem crazy.
[crying] Now I seem extra crazy.
- Deborah, you don't seem crazy.
You are crazy.
- Hey!
- You got in a glass box,
and you're hanging from the sky
above the Las Vegas Strip to promote a comedy show.
You're crazy for your work,
and you will do anything for it,
and that is fucking cool.
So fuck it if anyone sees you.
- [chuckles]
- Also, no one's paying attention,
for the most part.
There's a lot of other stuff going on,
and blackouts don't last long.
You're not in that much danger.
[dramatic music]
- But what if people thought I was?
- What?
- Okay, get Damien. Get my phone.
Call Danny at Channel 6 and get Mayor Joe.
- Oh, okay.
- Now!
- Damien!
[grunts]
[both grunting and groaning]
- Are you pushing?
- I am pushing.
- I need a break. I'm sorry.
- Okay, okay, take a break.
[both breathing heavily]
- I can't do it.
I can't give in to my dad.
- You think I wanna go back to Latitude,
a place where if I come in early, they call me a loser?
And if I come in late, they say I was jerkin' it?
No, I don't.
- So why the heck are we doing it?
- For our clients.
I mean, do you wanna fight this thing
because you think it's the right thing to do
or for your ego? - Ego!
- Okay, well, look, we don't have the funds to fight it.
And even if we did, it's not the right thing for the talent.
We're blacklisted.
We can't get new business.
If we go back, at least we'll be protected
by the Latitude name.
And more importantly, our clients will be protected.
- But then--but then Latitude gets to be the winners.
And my dad gets to keep us under his big thumb.
It's not fair.
He's been doing this to me my whole life,
and now he's doing it to my best friend.
You do so much for Deborah,
and you're not gonna get any credit.
He's gonna get all the credit.
Is it really worth it?
- [sighs]
You know, when I was a kid, I loved TV and movies.
It's all I wanted to do, but...
I'm just not creative like that.
My talent is helping talent.
When they win, I feel like I've won.
But the only way that we can do that now
is if we go with Latitude.
- Okay.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- I'm sorry Schaeffer & LuSaque didn't work out,
but it was really fun while it lasted.
- Do you wanna know why I got into the business?
- Why?
- To hang out with you.
[melancholy music]
- Thanks.
- I love you. - I love you too.
- All right, pull it together!
We gotta get this car to the charging station.
♪ ♪
Also, my hammies are really sore.
I'm gonna need you to rub out my ass later.
- Okay.
- [yells]
Deborah, here we come!
[funky music]
- Breaking news,
disgraced comedian Deborah Vance is trapped.
- Breaking tonight, former "Late Night" host
Deborah Vance is trapped...
- Sources on the ground tell us there's no way
to get her down.
- And we'll keep you updated with the latest.
- Citizens of Las Vegas, it brings me no pleasure
to announce that my very dear friend Deborah Vance
is hanging precariously above the Strip
with seemingly no way out.
I've reached out to the fire department
and the police department.
I reached out to my strong friends
at Thunder Down Under to see if they could catch her,
but they left me on read.
This is a time-sensitive situation
that we are in right now.
If the power doesn't return by morning
and then that scorching Vegas sun
rises on that glass cube,
Deborah's gonna be fried like an egg in less than 30 minutes.
She's gonna be burned alive. [crowd gasping]
But I want everyone to rest easy
because if that were to happen or if she should fall,
I am prepared to shoot while she's in the air
before she hits the ground.
She's not gonna be suffering in a vegetative state
for months and months.
She's gonna be dead before impact.
'Cause I love her. And I love you.
God bless and God bless America.
Your microphone smells weird.
[helicopter rotors whirring]
- Oh, look at her.
She's looking faint and frail.
Ladies and gentlemen, this might be another woman
dead on the Vegas Strip.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Oh, she's announcing tickets for her new show.
Good idea.
[crowd cheering]
[Diana Ross' "The Boss"]
♪ ♪
- I'm stayin' alive, y'all.
[crowd cheering]
- Y'all is back. What is that about?
♪ ♪
- [laughs] Wow.
Wow. Would you look at that?
She's still working to entertain you.
She's always a consummate professional.
Now, if she were gonna live, I would definitely
wanna go see her at Madison Square Gardens, am I right?
But she's not. She's definitely gonna die.
- ♪ Love had to show me one thing ♪
- Wow. Boy, she's sexy, huh?
Oh, you know what? I'm fairly certain
that's a traditional clown Mexican dance--
or Mexican clown dance. I hope I didn't offend anybody.
We love our Mexican community in Vegas.
- ♪ So sure ♪
- Okay. Where are they? - Excuse me.
I'm so sorry. - Okay. Sorry, sorry.
People, sorry, sorry, sorry. - Pardon me. Excuse me.
Hi. So sorry we're late. - Hi.
- I know we missed all the action.
Are you guys... - Sorry we missed the action.
- Okay? - Yeah, we are.
I mean, there was a minute there where
she was doing the dougie, and The Cube
was swinging back and forth.
We thought she might plummet to the ground.
- Did big numbers online, though.
- She was fine. You two cool?
- Yeah. We're all right. - Yeah.
- Oh, you are officially now a client of Latitude,
as Schaeffer & LuSaque has been acquired by them.
- Well, are you still my manager?
- Yeah, of course.
- Then I don't care.
♪ ♪
- Deborah! It's me, Kayla!
You look great!
She looks like shit.
- Kayla. - What?
- She doesn't look great. - No, she's looked better.
We've been through a lot.
We had to push a car halfway here.
- What? - And we still look good.
- Oh, yes.
- Yes.
[crowd cheering]
- Yes! Yes!
Get me down!
- Let's get her down! - Get her down!
[crowd chanting] Get her down! Get her down!
- 120/80. That is perfect.
Okay, she's got perfect blood pressure.
- It's the Garden.
- Oh, okay. - [gasps]
- You have Deborah.
- Well, open me up a big can of alphabet soup
because I need to eat my words.
Deborah Vance, you have sold out
Madison Square Garden, sister.
- Oh, my God. - What?
- Oh, my God!
- I did? Already? - Mm-hmm.
In ten fucking minutes, baby.
Looks like your stunt worked.
I guess the only thing that sells besides sex
is watching a multimillionaire almost die.
Anyway, see you in New York City.
[all cheering]
- Let's go!
- Oh, my God. That's insane.
- Ten minutes.
- Miss Vance, I think you should have some electrolytes.
- Oh, honey. No, I'm off sugar.
- Deborah. - What?
I have to be bikini ready for our vacation.
- You meant that?
- I did.
- I'll take it.
Thanks.
- Congratulations, Deborah.
You deserve it. - Thank you. Oh, my God.
both: 25,000 seats.
- [screams] - Now I'm scared.
- Ava. - Oh, are you all right?
- Mm. - Honey.
- Oh, holy crap!
- Oh, my God.
That's the--
- It's the two of hearts!
It's the two of hearts!
- ♪ You ain't nothing but the devil ♪
♪ Ah-ha ♪
- ♪ You ain't nothing but the devil ♪
- Oh. Look at this place.
- So, Michael, I just want to make sure
that our clients are taken care of
and that Kayla and Randi are set up for success here.
- Oh, yeah, they'll be well taken care of,
all of them.
But you, I...
I'm not so sure that we should put another white guy
in a senior leadership position.
You know, optics. I mean, you understand.
You love all that woke shit.
- I do.
But yeah, I'm easy. You can put me at any desk.
- Well, we weren't thinking exactly a desk for you.
- What were you thinking?
- You're gonna love this.
[Samia's "Bovine Excision"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Diet Dr. Pepper, Raymond Carver ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Sitting in the bathtub while they're knocking ♪
♪ I wanna be ♪
- Got some mail.
- ♪ Untouchable ♪
- Here you go.
- ♪ I wanna be ♪
- Good morning.
Hey there.
Okay.
- ♪ You took the door off its hinges ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Doll eyes red in the litmus ♪
♪ I felt the pea ♪
♪ Can I eat it? ♪
♪ I felt the pea ♪
♪ Can I eat it? ♪
♪ Picking leeches off white underwear ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Neck, back, inscrutable stare ♪
♪ I wanna be ♪
♪ Impossible ♪
♪ I wanna be ♪
♪ Impossible ♪
♪ Fred flirts with the bartender ♪
♪ ♪
♪ "We met last year here, remember?" ♪
♪ She says, "I'm old ♪
♪ But I'm not dead" ♪
♪ She says, "I'm old ♪
♪ But I'm not dead" ♪
♪ Rice wine, lime-flavored Lays ♪
♪ Passing go to sit in driveways ♪
♪ Clad in leopard, clutch the banister ♪
♪ Twirling like ♪