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- Previously on Blunt Talk...
- Oh, no.

Well, Gardner said they're either looking
to cancel the show or suspend you.

Take these.
It's a kind of speed.

I gave you three Ambien
and not three Provigil.

Doctor thought you might
need this to wake up.

And so I ask you,
the American people,

to wield the most powerful
weapon there is.

The truth.

- [Crew gasps]
- Oh, my God!

Major?

Major?
Don't leave me.

Blunt Talk - S01E02
Experience Shame and Anticipate Punishment

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HARRY:
Major, don't leave me.

Major, don't leave me.

Major.

Harry.

[Whispering]
Oh, thank God.

Are you all right?

That was magnificent.

There was showgirls
and feathers.

And I saw my mother's face
in a looking glass.

It was all
so beautiful.

Oh, it's all right,
everyone.

I'm fine.

Oh, fuck,
we're still on the air.

[Clears throat]

My dear viewers,
I think I may just have had

a near-death experience.

If so,
then I'm happy to report

that in heaven there's
a lot of dancing and joy.

However, I think, and I'm sure
you would all agree with me,

it would be prudent
to take a commercial break.

I remain
and always will be

Walter Blunt,
right here, right now.

[Crickets chirping]

You've had
quite the day, Major.

I'm proud of you
for not dying.

Thank you, Harry.

The gods, you know, have
given me a second chance.

I mean to make
the most of it.

Now it's time to rest.

What did Shakespeare say?

Sleep that knits a scarf
around your neck like a noose.

No, Harry.

"Sleep that knits up
the raveled sleeve of care,"

The death
of each day's life,

"sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds."

No, you're right, Major.
There's no mention of a scarf.

But you get my meaning.
Time to rest.

So have a sip
of mother's milk

and it'll be night-night
for the major

and night-night
for good old Harry.

But I am serious about
this second chance business.

I saw myself tonight
as a child.

And I realized never having
met my own father,

I need to be a better father
to the American people.

And, of course,
to my own children.

Worthwhile goal,
sir, but...

No, I need to revitalize
Blunt Talk.

I have to take care
of my viewers.

And I have to take
care of you, Major.

You had
a terrible shock.

Now, please,
take your medicine.

[Sighs]

All right, Harry.
You know best.

[Exhales]

That's much better.

So...

let's put our cares away,

have a peaceful,
restorative weekend.

Mmm. Now, what would you like
me to read to you tonight?

We have Rabelais,
Winnie-the-Pooh, and the Koran.

No, no. No reading tonight, Harry.
I'm too tired.

Just pass me
my eye mask, please.

- Thank you.
- Very good, Major.

[Sighs]

Good night, Harry.

[Whispering]
Good night, Major.

[Birds chirping]

How's it looking, Major?

I'm losing sensation
in my right calf muscle

and would like
to sit down.

Not yet, Harry.
Just hold still.

The sun is very specific
at the moment.

The way that it's glinting
off of your bald spot,

it's just like something
out of the Renaissance.

- I have to capture it.
- Righto.

[Grunts]

For God's sake!

Oh, sorry about that.

Can I sit
down now, Major?

I'm losing sensation
in both calf muscles.

Oh, sit down, Harry.
And quit your whinging.

You must be the new neighbor. The renter.

Thanks.
I'm Ronnie.

You have destroyed my painting
with your carelessness.

- Sorry.
- It's 8:00 in the morning.

Don't you think it's a bit
early for volleyball?

No, it's not too early.

We've been up
all night on MDMA.

You know, Jolly Molly.

[Cheering]

All right.
There you go.

That's quite the nudist
party you're having.

You seem to be having
a party yourself.

Who's the talent
sitting on the marble?

What do you mean,
talent?

I saw what that boy
has between his legs.

- And what of it?
- I produce high-end erotic films.

I'm always on the lookout for an
everyman with a cock like that.

It's my holy grail.
Who is he, your boyfriend?

- No, he's my man.
- Your man?

My man! My valet.
What do you think I mean?

[laughs]
I don't know.

[Phone ringing] But if Red ever
wants to make some extra money,

here's my card.

Yes? Rosalie.

You sure?

Yes, all right. Bye.

Harry, get dressed. We've
got to go to the studio.

Hey, it was nice
meeting you, neighbor.

And by the way, I saw how you stood
up to those cops on YouTube.

You are a white
Rodney King. A hero.

I do not consider my conduct
that evening to be heroic.

And going forward,

keep your volleyballs
your side of the hedge!

[Scoffs]

Dumbass doesn't even
know what gold he's got.

Hey, I'm serving.

ROSALIE: It's a massive hurricane, Walter.

They baptized
her Gina.

It's gonna be
a huge story.

And I want you there.

It makes landfall
in Galveston tonight.

Bob, I'm a newsman.
I'm not a weatherman.

Okay, yes,
you are a newsman.

But you are also
the news

and I want to keep
your momentum going.

You were terrific
last night.

Almost dying, best thing
you've ever done.

Oh, thank you.

How are you,
by the way?

[Blender whirrs]
Oh, I'm fine, but...

Good, putting you in a storm
is going to show the world

that you are fit
and sane.

[Blender whirrs] Well, of
course I'm fit and sane.

Which is the rea...

Which is the reason why I
should not be wasting my time

standing in the rain telling
people I'm standing in the rain.

My viewers are expecting
something more from me.

- Like what?
- Answers. Insight.

Revelation.

Hey, on the street
they're calling me a hero.

A white Rodney King.

I'm supposed to like
the sound of that?

Oh, well, actually, it was
only one deranged individual.

I do not care. You are going to Galveston.

I agree with Bob.
You should go.

Thank you. I gave you a
second chance last night.

I can take it away.

Bob giveth,
Bob taketh.

Juice?

[Knocks]

- Hello.
- Hey.

- Here's your coffee.
- Thanks.

I can't believe
he's going to Galveston.

I can't believe
he's still alive.

Don't tell Walter,
but that was actually

OxyContin
in my Ambien bottle.

Oh, he's an ex-Marine.
He can handle it.

I don't know if he can
handle prison, though.

The Jewish lawyers
are all over it.

Oh, good.

So you have no problem
with what I just said?

'Cause I'm Jewish.
You know that?

- Morning.
- Where'd you get those mugs?

All I found in the kitchen
were these paper cups.

Oh, and Jim's sushi from
yesterday, which I ate. Sorry.

That wasn't from
yesterday.

Harry, find out
where Galveston is.

- Texas, Major.
- Texas?

Oh, Lord. I thought it
was the title of a song.

I can't believe
you sided with Gardner.

You know how I feel
about the weather.

This isn't just about
the weather, Walter.

This is climate change.
This is mass extinction.

It's end days.

And Anderson Cooper's
gonna be there.

Really?

Well, these are biblical
times environmentally.

And Anderson isn't
the only silver fox

who can look good
in a rain slicker.

Silver fox?

A man's head
is not the only place

he grows hair, Rosalie,
as you well know.

Now, first things first,
I want to thank you all

for supporting me
during my crisis last night.

It's okay, Walter,
we're absolutely...

But let's pretend
we are in Stalin's Russia

and erase it from
our collective memory.

- Can we do that?
- It was very upsetting, Walter.

I don't know
if we can forget about

you collapsing 'cause of
the drugs I gave you.

- Jim. Nyet.
- You almost died.

- Nyet!
- Got it, Stalin's Russia.

Good, thank you.
Now, Martin,

you're coming with me
and Harry to Galveston.

Why?
Am I being punished?

No, it's because you are
crafty and resourceful.

And that'll be good
on a mission like this.

Now, the rest of you
will run things from here.

But why are you
going, Walter?

I thought playing a
weatherman was beneath you.

I'm going, Celia,
because last night

I promised our viewers
I would tell them the truth.

Now, this freakish storm
is the perfect backdrop

for talking about what we are
doing to the environment.

But the truth about climate
change is devastating, Walter.

No one wants to hear
we're committing mass suicide.

Exactly, so let's also
give them hope.

I might have died
last night.

From now on, I want to
be in the hope business.

Yeah, but I'm not sure that hope
and truth go together very well.

Just start Googling
and see

if there is any hope out there
that might also be true.

Come on, Martin. We've got
to find rain slickers.

Yes, Major.

[Airplane soaring]

[woman speaking over P.A.]

Do I have time to go to the
men's room before boarding?

Uh, yes,
that should be fine.

Thank you. Harry, I'm going to the loo.

- Yes, Major.
- Martin, stay where you are.

Move along.
Move along.

- All clear, Major.
- Thank you, Harry.

[Muzak playing]

Oh, shit.

[Toilet flushes]

[Groans]

[Clears throat]

Sorry, pal.
Loo's off-limits.

[Toilet flushes]
Oh!

Fuck.

WOMAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
now boarding all groups.

All groups can now board.

[toilet flushes]

For God's sake!

[Wails]

Oh, thank you.

Have a good flight.

[Toilet flushes]

Shit.

Damn it!

[Groans]

Oh, God!

Oh, ah!

Shit.

Shit!

Oh, fuck!

Come the fuck on!

Oh. Oh. Ah.
[dispenser humming]

[Panting]

No!

Major?

Come on, Walter.
Pick up.

Pick up, Walter.
Pick up.

Oh!

Damn.

Yes, Martin?

What?
You're on the plane?

- Shit! Harry!
- Shit.

We're here!
We're here!

Oh, thank God.

I am so sorry. There's no boarding.
The plane is closed.

That's not possible.

You said I could go.

I know, but we boarded
very quickly.

It's the last flight to Galveston.
We need to get it out.

You must open the gate
and let us on board the plane.

- I can't do that.
- Yes, you can.

You see, I have to be
in Galveston tonight.

I have a very important
broadcast.

Ooh, I'm sorry, Mr. Blunt.
It's a federal law.

But I don't care about
asinine federal laws!

[Softly]
I must be on that plane.

I'm sorry.
Thank you.

- My dear...
- I'm sorry. Thank you.

- My dear...
- I'm sorry. Thank you.

I need air.
I can't breathe.

This is a disaster.

We have to be adults.

I'm calling Gardner and telling
him you missed the flight.

No, it's too humiliating.
It's too unprofessional.

He'll cancel us.

I'm only one day
into my comeback.

Oh, It's all right, Walter. Everyone
misses flights once in a while.

I once brought
a gun on a plane.

No, Celia,
this is different.

I keep undermining
myself.

Something is wrong. I never
used to be this reckless.

You've always
been reckless.

But you were
better at it.

Oh, Harry, this is a crisis,
not a social gathering.

Tea is essential during a crisis, sir.
You know that.

Look, I know this is nuts,
but... never mind.

No, no, no. Jim, what is it? I'm desperate.

I will take anything.
Come on, spit it out.

Well, we could make it
look like you're in Galveston.

- Okay, what do you mean?
- Fake it in front of a green screen.

Like when Cokie Roberts pretended
to report from Capitol Hill.

Oh, yes, I remember that.

Oh, and I remember...
Oh, Cokie.

All legs,
no common sense.

Yeah, that's Cokie.

So, my idea is that
we'll have Martin

send us the footage and then
we'll just put you in it.

But we will need someone
who has a studio.

And someone who
can keep their mouth shut.

Someone discreet
and dishonest.

There's lots of people
like that in LA.

But how many have got
their own green screen?

Harry, is that you?

Why is there a red slash
across your...

very large, beautiful,
otherworldly penis?

I'm the muse.
Ask the artist.

That is not an intentional
red slash, Celia.

My work is figurative.

That was caused by...

someone discreet
and dishonest.

[Chuckling]
Hey, come on in.

I appreciate you
paying in cash, Walter.

These are dark days
for us.

The mandatory condom laws
have made it impossible

to shoot in LA.

Pun intended. That's all
well and good, but...

So, I'm trying to stay local.
I refuse to outsource to Vegas.

I am loyal to my people, but the
health department is after my ass.

I'm sorry
for your struggles,

but our interest
is in your green screen.

- We have to get to work.
- Of course.

But there's something else
I need from you. Drink?

No.
What else do you need?

One of my actors got the
drip and there is a scene

that we have to shoot today, so I need Red.

- No, absolutely not.
- Red, what do you think?

- Can you speak for yourself?
- You want me to do what?

I want you to make love to a beautiful
woman in front of a camera.

- Not possible.
- But why?

I'm unable to enjoy sex.

At the moment of congress,
I experience shame

and anticipate punishment.

Harry, you never
told me this.

Well, I've never been asked to be
the star of an erotic film before.

Supporting, actually. But a great role.
Meaty. Lots of pathos.

Doesn't matter. The answer,
I'm afraid, is still no.

Well, then the deal's off.
I need the money,

but getting someone like you on
film is more important to me.

You can't be serious.

I am.
I believe in what I do.

I bring people joy!
What do you do?!

[Softly] Harry, how bad can it be?

My career is at stake.

Remember the Falklands.

Do it for the lads.

Whom might
I be making love to?

Sylvia, come in here.

Yeah, Ronnie?

I'll try to overcome
my issues, Major.

Forgive me for being
the only sane person here,

but this has got fuck-up
written all over it.

You wanted me
to cover this storm.

Yes, in Galveston. Not in a porn
studio with a green screen.

Do I consider this
to be ideal? No.

I have been betrayed by the FAA
and modern bathroom technology.

Now get on board, Rosalie.

What do you two have for me?
Anything hopeful?

Um, not exactly hopeful.

They're finding microplastics
in the ocean's food chain.

And if we try to get
off fossil fuels,

the Saudis and the oil companies
will start a massive war.

Yeah, in 30 years, Alaska's
gonna be the new Miami Beach.

And eight-year-old boys
are wearing bras.

Why, because of obesity?

No, because
they have breasts.

Pharmaceuticals
in the water table

are affecting puberty
and gender patterns.

Good Lord.

Isn't there anything hopeful that
I can offer the American people?

Anything uplifting?

Well, there's a family in LA, in Topanga,

living in a harmonious,
zero-waste manner.

I mean, they're hoping that by having
no impact, they'll have an impact.

Yes, that's what I need.

A shift in consciousness
at the grassroots level.

Celia, that is a message
I can work with.

Watch out
for that cable, Walter.

RONNIE:
We have a problem.

Red is weepy and won't take his Viagra.

Says if he can't do it naturally,
then he won't do it at all.

Oh, shit.
He's too prideful.

[Chimes]
Oh, that's Martin.

He's arrived at Galveston.

He's gonna meet the local
crew at the marina.

And Shelly's standing by
in the control room.

Yes, right,
what I want from you...

Did you hear
what I just said?

Red is upset. You have to do something.

I am about to tape my opening
salvo on Hurricane Gina.

I cannot hold Harry's
hand right now.

Take down the green screen.
This shoot is off.

Are you
blackmailing me again?

Yes, I have to deliver this
picture to the Asian market.

I need this scene.

For God's sake,
be reasonable.

Take the green screen down!

Rosalie, Celia,
go and talk to Harry.

Try and cheer him up.

You want us
to fluff Harry?

Just fluff
his confidence.

I don't know what else
to suggest.

I could try
talking to him.

You know, just two guys
talking around a campfire.

Forget Harry.
Walter, I'm calling Gardner.

No! I would rather
go out like this.

A fool's mission
is still a mission.

And maybe this illusion
will work.

I have to lie
to tell the truth.

All right, Walter.

If that's what you want.

Celia and I
will take care of Harry.

And, darling,
lose the hat.

What's the matter, Harry?

What's at the root
of all this?

Don't know.

My mother.

She liked things clean.

Her hands were always
red and chapped.

There was also
the war.

I heard you were
very brave in the war.

Not really.

I've just never
been much for sex.

Oh, you poor dear.

No, it's all right,
actually.

I have alcohol
and gambling.

My happy plate
is more than full.

I just thought you should know that
I am genuinely attracted to you.

- You are?
- Yes.

In college I had a thing
for all my professors.

So did I.
I loved them.

But I never did
anything about it.

Did you really not?
That's ironic, isn't it?

'Cause you're a porn actress.

And 'cause I absolutely
did all of them.

I mean, pretty much. And sometimes
you'd knock and there was no one in...

So, you remind me
of those professors

and I see this
as my second chance.

[Moans]

Ronnie said
this was a good part.

As I stand
in this biblical deluge,

the city in a panic,

all I can think
is that this storm

is yet another
frightening reminder

of our
environmental crisis.

Microplastics in the ocean,
disappearing coastlines,

and the sissifying
of young boys.

But as someone who you saw

nearly die last night,
let me tell you

that we must
not lose hope.

If we all change
in some way,

the ripple effect
will be enormous.

What I am calling for,
America,

is a shift in consciousness

at the grassroots level.

But it has
to begin with you.

Because as these
torrential rains

bear down on us, our
leaders are doing nothing.

Nothing!
They're...

-
Just singing...

Cut! Shut off the water.
Stop. Cut.

What's the matter? Why did you stop?
It was going beautifully.

You didn't tell me you were gonna
do a dance number, Walter.

It just came to me. I was
thinking outside the box.

Anderson Cooper would
never be this creative.

It won't go over well. People are probably
going to die during this hurricane.

I am doing this
for those who will live.

That's...
That's ridiculous.

Oh, fuck!

The health department
is here!

- What if I did the dance and no singing?
- That's even worse.

Jim, I'm just disappointed in you
that you don't understand this.

The dance is ironic.

It's a commentary on the failure
of our leaders to do anything.

- It's meant...
- Oh, my God, Walter. Martin just texted.

They've downgraded Hurricane
Gina to a Category 2.

ROSALIE: And Gardner
texted "Bring Blunt home."

They're going with regular
Saturday night broadcasts.

It can't be true.
My call to arms.

The dance. Has the weather gone so mad

that these storms
can no longer be relied on?

You, campfire,
you're young. Run.

Bring these condoms to Red.
The health department is here.

Are you saying Harry
is not wearing a condom?

Yes, that is what
I'm saying.

Run, Jim, run!

[Sighs]

I'm sorry you didn't get to cause
a shift in consciousness, Major.

Oh, that's all right,
Harry.

There will be other
opportunities.

I'm only sorry you didn't get to
consummate with that young lady.

It wasn't meant
to be, sir.

My life's pattern
held true.

I experienced shame
and anticipated punishment.

Well, I will pay
your fine

and have your record
expunged.

Thank you, sir.

Now, what would you like
me to read to you tonight?

We have The Once
and Future King,

The Interpretation
of Dreams, and the Koran.

Oh, God, still pushing
the Koran, Harry?

Yes, Major. I think it's
important that you read it.

I know, I know.

And we will start
tomorrow, I promise.

But tonight I want
only pleasure.

I want The Once
and Future King.

Very good, Major.

"The governess was
always getting muddled"

with her astrolabe.

And when she got
specially muddled,

she would take it out
on the Wart

by rapping his knuckles.

She did not rap
Kay's knuckles

because when Kay grew
older, he would be Sir Kay,

the master of the estate.

The Wart was called
the Wart

because it more or less
rhymed with Art,

which was short
for his real name.

Kay had given
him the nickname.

Kay was not called
anything but Kay

as he was too dignified
to have a nickname

and would have flown into a passion
if anybody had tried to give him one.

The governess
had red hair

and some
mysterious wound

from which she derived
a lot of prestige

by showing it to all
the women of the castle

behind closed doors."

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