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My dear Allison,
where do I begin?

It's been 15 years since
I last laid eyes upon you,

my only child.

My remaining time
on earth is short.

I can't ask for forgiveness,

but if I can provide you with
some semblance of closure

I will die a contented man.

Please accept my invitation
to brunch on Sunday, June 6th.

Along with your fiancé.

Your loving father, Frank.

Asshole! Fuck.

I know, I'm sorry
babe. I'm hogging it.

No, not you... my father.

What? What father?
You told me he's dead.

He is dead... to me.

What?

Let me see.

Oh, Mr. Fancy Pants.

He's got a lot of nerve.

I don't know, it looks like
he sees the end coming

and wants to make
peace before he's gone.

It's gonna take a lot
more than Sunday brunch

to make up for
what he did to me.

When my mother died...

my loving father had me
shipped off to boarding school

just when I needed him the most.

So yeah, it would be nice to
see it from his point of view,

but I can't stick my
head that far up my ass.

And trust me, I've tried.

Alright. Come on.

We have the chance
to do it differently.

Better than our
parents ever did.

Yeah, all that sounds very
nice but as far as I'm concerned,

he can go to hell.

I'll never see that man again.

Are we in the right place?

Yep. Oh, honey...

It's going to be great.

I think this is a bad idea.

- Let's just get this over with.
- Yeah.

Holy shit. It's fucking
Wayne Manor.

You good?

I think we're gonna
get along great.

Hello, Frank.

Allison, it's
wonderful to see you.

You are the very
image of your mother.

This is my fiancé.

Ryan. Delighted to meet you.

Pleasure, sir.

Come in, please. Come in.
Excuse all of the paraphernalia.

Holy shh... Cow. This
place is really something.

The land and the house
have been in our family

for generation as I'm
sure Allison has mentioned.

Her room is right
up those stairs.

Just as it was.

Until it wasn't.

It's such a lovely day,

I thought we might dine outside.

I hope you both like
Wagyu beef and lobster.

Or is it still chicken
nuggets and fries?

I'm vegan.

Oh course, of course.

I'll have Cook prepare
something equally appetizing.

This is amazing. Right, honey?

Nothing but the
best for my girl.

Ok, skip the pageantry.

We didn't come
here to eat brunch.

Alright. Alright.

I'll get to the point.

I was an abysmal father.

You deserved all the love I
never showed you and more.

And there's nothing I
can do about my past,

but I beg of you, Allison.

Allow me to right a few wrongs

before I find myself
at Abraham's side.

I'm sorry, right a few wrongs?

I don't think that's
possible, Frank.

Anything is possible.
But I don't have time.

Maybe a month.

Allow me to gift
you your wedding.

Here, at home.
All expenses paid.

I've even chosen the
date, June the 27th.

Please, Allison, do this
for me and when I pass,

which won't be long,
they've assured me,

everything I have
acquired will become yours.

Thanks, but um, no thanks.

Oh...

There isn't gonna be a wedding.

Ryan and I are
planning to elope.

That's sensible.

Weddings are an incredible
expense these days,

especially on a
substitute teacher's salary.

I doubt you could even
afford the takeout menu.

Ryan, I'll be in the car.

Of course.

I... I should go.

Yes, yes.

Run, run back to your
poorly air conditioned hovel.

I'm curious, Ryan, do you
really love my daughter?

Yes.

Would you do anything
to keep her safe?

Yes, Frank. Of course.

Safe even from something
beyond your comprehension?

Well, I mean this is getting
a bit weird now, but yes.

That's three "yes"
s. Help me up.

There is something
I need you to see.

Allison knows nothing of
what you're about to see

and she can never know
what's behind door number one.

If you had a thousand guesses,
you would never come close.

What uh... what's down there?

Have you ever heard
of the Minhocáo?

It's a creature
that's been dwelling

beneath the surface of the
earth since the beginning of time.

Countless black eyes,

razor sharp mandibles
along with unmatched hostility.

That's what's down there,
Ryan. That's what's down there.

Ok.

You don't believe me?

Are you aware of the earthquake

that leveled Farmington
on June the 27th, 1926?

Yeah, I read about it, sure.

Rather unusual for the
Midwest, wouldn't you agree?

That's because the entire
earthquake story was a cover up.

Someone had forgotten
to feed the Minhocáo.

And there was hell to pay.

I have been his guardian
since I was 16 years old

and the time has come
for me to pass the baton.

If you really want what's
best for my daughter,

you will assume
this responsibility.

Oh, oh, ok. I... I don't follow.

In order for it to
remain dormant...

the Minhocáo must be
fed one live human being

on the same date every 15 years.

That's ridiculous.

Oh, no more ridiculous
than the hibernating bear

or the cicadas that appear
every 17 years like clockwork.

Shh. Ryan, shh.

If you listen carefully,

you can hear it beginning
to make its long, slow climb

to the surface.

I...

No. No!

Even if I did believe you,

sacrificing innocent
human beings, that is just...

That's crazy!

I'm sorry to hear that.

That forces me to
rethink my estate

and now you and
Allison will receive zero.

Zilch.

Nada.

Did I mention the yacht
in the Mediterranean?

You give it some thought, Ryan.

With one small sacrifice,

you and Allison can live
the life of your dreams.

She was right about you.
You are a fucking monster.

Yes, she loves you.

That's not enough. Love fades.

And when it does,
she'll remember back

to her privileged life

and she will resent
you for having nothing.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

And that sacrifice must be
made on your wedding day.

I'm sure you can find
someone on your guest list

who won't be missed.

Are you praying to the
air conditioning gods?

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

Uh... that you're rich?

- Because I'm not.
- Yeah, right.

My father hasn't been a
part of my world for 15 years.

No Christmas', no birthdays.
Who does that to their child?

An asshole. And he
owes you big time.

The house, the property,
that all belongs to you, baby.

Let's have the
wedding in the yard.

Like he asked.

Keep it small, 20 or so guests.

Babe, look at me.

There's no fucking way I'm
getting married in that house.

Looking sharp, son.
May I call you son?

Sure thing, Dad.

Breathe. Breathe in.

Last-minute jitters are normal.
This is a life-changing event.

Yeah.

For the first time,
Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Lee.

I'm sure you can find
someone on your guest list

who won't be missed.

Having second thoughts?

No, no. I'm ready to
go through with this.

Good, because I
hate to break it to you,

but you already said "I do."

So I did.

I haven't seen
Allison this happy

since her 9th
birthday party in Paris.

Woo!

Do they have Chucky
Cheeses in Paris?

Oh, Ryan, you are a card.

Look, so... how do we do this?

Simple.

Put this in their drink.

In less than a minute
they will become woozy.

Bring them down to the
vault and toss them into the pit.

The Minhocáo will do the rest.

It'll be fast and
painless, believe me.

They'll never wake
up, never feel a thing

and all will be right with the
world for the next 15 years.

My god...

And Ryan, Allison
can never know.

Y'all play Free Bird!

Hey, hey, yo, yo! Cousin Darryl!

Hey buddy.

You still working at
the laser tag place?

- No, it got shut down.
- No.

Bed bugs got in the headsets.
Those little fuckers complained.

You look stunning, my dear.

Thank you.

And thanks for today.

Oh, see? That wasn't so hard.

My only regret is...

your mother isn't
here to share it.

It's hard to believe she's
been gone 15 years.

I know.

It's sad.

Well hey, I, uh, got
you another beer.

Down that!

Here you go. Cheers.

My god. Ryan must be polluted.

I mean, he's actually
talking to his cousin, Darryl.

I mean, he hates Darryl.

So he does.

Well we get to...
Woah, woah, woah.

Hey, you ok?

Yeah, I just gotta...

Let's go in the house and
get some coffee in ya, huh?

- Darryl...
- Woo!

Come on, big
guy. Let's get you...

Alright, that's where
the real cash is.

So just gotta name it a
funny name like Big Vape.

Or Vaped.

Play something
with "vape" in it.

- Smart.
- What's in there?

It's uh, it's a mystery.

Yeah, after you. Go!

One more step. Yeah.

Get on there.

It's pretty cool, huh?

- Check that out.
- Woah!

Hey, you know what?

Maybe we should just...

Woah, woah, woah...

Woah!

Woah, woah, hold
on! Hold on! Darryl!

Darryl!!!

Is it over?

Yeah. It's over.

You did the right thing, son.
Believe me, he felt nothing.

And as for what you're
feeling, that too will pass.

Hmm.

Here, drink.

To the next 15 years.

- To Allison.
- To Allison.

Now, let's get back upstairs and
enjoy the rest of your wedding.

Wait. Wait!

What's happening?

It's the last dance
of the night, Frank.

Wakey, wakey...

Dad.

What is this? Where are we?

Inside the property line of
my great grandparents estate.

It was a real looker
back in the day.

Put your house to shame.

That is until 1926
when it all went kaput.

Allison, get me out of here.

Save your breath,
Frank. I know the truth.

Ryan explained.

When you first got
in touch, I was... livid.

I mean, I could have killed
you with my bare hands.

But Ryan has such a big heart,

he felt I should at
least hear you out.

And after brunch that day...

- Aww...
- We had some ideas of our own.

I opened my door to you, Allison

I welcomed you back
into my life, Allison.

Yes, you've been
very generous, Frank.

Generous to a fault.

I mean, you could
have approached anyone

with your little... problem.

But, being the major
league asshole that you are,

there's probably no one
left to answer your calls.

So you came to us.

Duh.

In a way, I'm glad Ryan
urged me to reconnect.

Mmmhmm.

Because, you see, I
finally found a reason

to cope with my
dysfunctional past!

The pit's cheaper than therapy.

You know, I was very surprised
that your pit was so small.

That must mean you
have one of the babies.

Which means that
right there is the mama.

You see, I made
a vow to my family

to never let her
roam free again.

That's right, baby.

Ryan told me all
about his Minhocáo

on our very first
date during mini golf.

Thank you, baby.

How it needs to be fed every
15 years for the safety of others.

Wait...

And I can't think of a
more deserving meal

than my loving father.

Oh, but you've gotten
it all wrong, Allison.

It wasn't a lie,
the... the wedding,

the will, it was all for real.

I love you, Allison.
I always have.

You lied about one
thing though, Frank.

Getting fed to the Minhocáo?

It's not painless.

- Nor is it fast.
- Oh, my god.

The Minhocáo holds
its food for 15 long years

while it slowly digests.

- No!
- Yes.

No, no, no, Allison. I love you.

If that's true, Daddy, then
answer one very simple question.

What's my married name?

Your married...

You have five seconds, Franko.

- Uh, uh...
- Come on, Frank.

- Smith.
- Ohh!

Johnson. Williams. Miller.

- Ah, Jesus, Frank!
- Spencer.

- Come on, not even close!
- Texan?

- Bye bye, Frankie Poo.
- Kennedy?

The DJ said it about 42 times.

It was written on
the fucking napkin.

Lee! Lee!

Son of a bitch, he got it right.

Lee!

Bye-bye.

Well, let's go.

Well, welcome home, Mrs. Lee.

Thank you, Mr. Lee.

I think there's some left
over cake in the fridge.

Well, I was hoping for
something else for dessert.

Dude! Best wedding ever!

You're never gonna
believe what happened.

I got stuck in a pit and I had
to climb out like the dark night

or some shit.

And it came to me
like a vision in the night.

The Vape Escape.

Wait, wait, wait.

If Darryl's still
alive, that means...

No, no, no!

Motherfucker!

It still hasn't been fed!

No!

I'm Sonia.

I know. Angela.

Your work is great.

I've seen it in
Timeless a few times.

That's kind.

Word of advice?

Roger Barton seems
like a mean bastard.

You just need to know
what he's looking for.

Want me to take
a look at your stuff?

Seriously?

Yeah, I would love that.

I've been trying to
get published for years.

Even as a kid, getting a cartoon
in Timelesswas like, the dream.

I've gotten close
a couple times,

but, um, I think I
don't have a lot of luck.

Luck is for people
without undeniable talent.

This one, I
wouldn't bother with.

Maybe three months ago.

The key is to be timely.

Oh, I thought that
was my best one.

Can't pay rent
with mediocrity, girl.

Remember, undeniable.

Yeah, no, um, it
was stupid anyway.

Anyway...

Well, that was a waste of time.

Sonia.

Great to see you again.

Please help me.

Stupid... stupid...

Good luck, friend.

You.

Yes, today. Thank you.

Speak.

Oh, my god. Angela?
It's Calvin from Centralia.

Calvin, I didn't know
you lived in Seattle.

Yeah, I'm the managing
editor. This is nuts.

Yeah. From your book
class to Timelessthat's...

Yeah, Roger's having
me sit in on these now

so more responsibilities,
which is nice.

But hey, look at you.

Ms. Most Artistic is now
a professional cartoonist.

That's great.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Professionals
usually get published.

How are the submissions looking?

He likes one so far. The
rest have been a bit grim.

It's a cut-throat business if
you've got the stomach for it.

Yeah.

Give me.

I like that one, Roger.

Too Beetle Bailey.

This is what we're looking for.

Timely. Expressive.

Left field of humor.

Conversational.

Fantastic stuff.

Sonia drew it right in the
room. The inspiration just hit her.

A true, singular talent.

Some homework.

Study Timeless'voice.

You can't pay rent
with mediocrity.

Oh, my goodness.
Did you turn her in?

No, they emptied the trash.
It'd be my word against her's.

Well, you know how
I feel about karma,

so I'm sure this Sonia will see
the nasty end of it soon enough.

It's just what it is.
It's a tough business.

Well, if cartooning
there doesn't work out,

you can always try
you old boss, hm?

I hope you left
things on good terms.

Uh, he accused me of
stealing out of the register

and not one person had my back.

I'm not going back there.

Well, you can always move
back and try to get a job

doing caricatures
at the roller rink.

I'm not gonna go back to
the job that I did in high school.

Honey, I love you.

I'm just saying there
are safer options.

I remember when
you were a little girl,

you would spend hours
drawing and drawing.

You remember you used
to draw all over my walls.

It didn't matter if it was
paper, crayons, markers.

You were always drawing.
This is what you wanted to do.

It really pains me to hear that
you aren't doing it anymore.

Or you're not...

Oh, was that your drawing?

I must have been confused
because it has my name on it.

I'm just so busy drawing
for dozens of publications,

I can't be expected to
remember ever little doodle I see.

Give up.

You're a loser. You're weak.

Go back to whatever dead
cornfield you crawled out of.

Your mother's right.

You don't have what
it takes to make it here.

Too long.

"At some point during
her commute home,

"authorities gathered
Sonia must have slipped

"and hit her head
rendering her unconscious.

"City worker followed a
trail of sewer rats and blood

"to Sonia Wicks' corpse where
her eyes had been eaten away."

What?

Sonia was supposed to sign
the publishing agreement today

for her piece.

No agreement, no cartoon.

Do you really think
she slipped and fell?

I have no clue. But
Roger's back at it.

You got some new stuff?

Yeah. Just feeling
kind of nauseous.

Awful circumstances, I
know. Well, if you're ready.

Hey, um, I'm really
sorry about Sonia.

Let's get you in there.

Gimme.

I'm sorry, I have to step out.

The crossword department's
having an emergency.

Down or across?

Well... Angela, I'm impressed.
You've taken my direction well.

Congratulations.

I believe I've found
next month's cartoon.

This has earned us a drink.

The good stuff.

Thank you, Mr. Barton,

you have no idea how
much this means to me.

We will need you to sign
a publisher's agreement.

Of course.

But, before we proceed,

there is one thing I need to
make this partnership official.

You're going to fire Calvin.

What?

You are going
to fire him for me.

Why me?

You have the opportunity to
work in the number one magazine

in the Northwest where
your work will be seen

11.3 millions
monthly subscribers.

Top agents, managers
and firms across the country

will know your name.

If you want that,

you will look your friend
in his sad little eyes

and say every horrible
word in this termination letter.

Uh, no, this, this is insane.

No. This is a test.

Timelessisn't just a magazine.
It's my blood and bones.

My legacy.

You and Calvin have a history

so I need to be assured that
you will be loyal to Timeless

and everything it stands for.

Okay. Very good,
alright, thanks for the chat.

Mr. Barton, your 6:00PM
has been moved to Friday.

I can't. I can't do this.

Publishing agreement?

Go on home, little mouse.

You failed.

Are you ok?

JB, double.

Too Beetle Bailey.

Fucking pig.

Sonia drew it right in the room.

The inspiration just hit her.

I can't believe this shit.

You can't pay rent
with mediocrity.

Go on home, little
mouse. You failed.

Pig.

You want to talk about it?

Some people deserve to rot.

I hear that.

Don't let em get you
down. That's how they win.

It's on me.

Thanks.

- Hi.
- Hey

I was just about to call you.

Um, I just wanted
to say goodbye.

I'm leaving.

You're the only good
person I met in this business,

so, I'll never forget that.

Angela?

We're publishing your cartoon.

I don't know if you
heard, but Roger died.

Freak accident.

Oh, no. Really?

Yeah, everyone's just in shock.

But, between you and me,

no one upstairs is
mourning all that much.

So, now, they made
me Editor-in-Chief.

I was gonna call and tell you

but I've been in
meetings all morning.

Wow! Wow, that's... wow.

I also wanted to talk to you

about working for
Timelessfull time.

No more freelance stuff.

Health insurance,
paid time off, the works.

I mean, if you want to, that is.

Calvin, that's, I don't... I
don't know what to say.

Say yes.

You made it.

Ok, yes.

Ok, let's do it. Oh, my god.

Great, great!

We go to print today

and I am late for a
meeting, so if it's ok with you

we'll deal with the
paperwork tomorrow.

Ok.

We're gonna do
great things, Angela.

Um, hey, let me take
you to dinner at least.

Tonight? My treat.

You're on.

Sir!

The lady you were talking to.

Yeah?

Right after that
man took a header,

she took off right out of
here and left her things.

Oh, yeah, I can take em.

She seems in a
better mood today.

What do you mean?

She said some
people deserve to rot.

Hi, honey.

Mom, I finally got published!
Timelessmagazine.

Oh, my god. I'm so
proud of you, Angela.

Thanks.

You stayed true to yourself,
and unlike all those others,

you didn't have to
cheat to succeed.

That's exactly right.

I'm so proud of you, Lord
knows you've worked so hard.

This is amazing. Let
me get your father.

Oh, and, I have a date tonight.

Oh, really? Look at you.

Tell me all about him.

Ok, hold on.

Is he cute? Is he tall?

Does he write or does he draw?

- Hey.
- Tell me more.

You were there when Roger died.

You can't do this to me. I
need to hear, I need to know.

Mom I gotta go.

Um. I don't, uh, I
don't understand.

When I told you,
you acted surprised.

But you saw it happen.

I didn't act surprised. I did?

Well I was just-hey, do
you want some champagne?

I... this day has
just really been...

Ok.

Angela, what is going on?

It's just a doodle.

I was angry.

At Sonia?

Yes. She stole my cartoon.

She drew it in Roger's office
right after I showed it to her.

So she died right
after stealing from you.

That's what you're telling me?

This is ridiculous. What
are you accusing me of?

I'm not sure yet. But
you're hiding something.

Who in this whole world is sad

that those two assholes
are dead, huh? Not me.

Things are finally turning
around for the both of us.

You know you got here
before I could get changed.

Give me one minute and
then we can celebrate, right?

Hey, Angela!

Let me in, Angela,
please. Talk to me.

Angela!

Calvin, you're ruining this.

Let me in!

Tonight is a good night.
You were so nice to me.

Please talk to me.

Just go away! Go away!

Angela, please.

You won't talk to me,
I'll go to the police.

I mean it, Angela!

Open this fucking door.

Open this fucking door!

Let me in, Angela.

Tell me what happened.
What did you do?

Open this fucking door!

Angela, please.

- I'm sorry, Calvin.
- I mean it, Angela!

I can't let you take
this away from me.

Angela, please!

Calvin?

Uh, uh...