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(narrator): Previously on the Z Suite.

- Well?

- I didn't see a Boppin' Burger anywhere.

Am I missing something?

- Doug and I are starting our own company

and I could use your help.

(exhaling) - Matt?

- If they've got that doofus handling clients,

I bet we could easily steal them back.

(rapping) - I'm not here just for a paycheck.

I'm here to show you that I'm a banging exec.

If you need a spanking I'm your ad daddy!

- So, Atelier doesn't have clients anymore.

(together): No. - And you guys do...

(together): Yes.

(laughing): That would be poaching.

- Potato, potato.

- I can't wait to see how this turns out.

(rhythmic music)

(elevator dings)

(grunting): I've got the worst emotional hangover.

Whoever said rejection is a great motivator was a liar.

- Mm-hmm. - I feel dead inside.

(both gasping)

- Big B, don't think differently of me,

I don't have my face on yet.

- Still looking like a snack, though.

- Juicy! Studying that vocab list, I see.

I know that's right.

(grunting, gasping in fear) - Oh, my god!

Did you sleep here?

(yawning): Uh-huh.

- Are you gonna get out of there?

- I'm... trying. Am I not moving?

- Okay. Our vibes are wack.

I mean, this whole mock commercial fiasco

is really throwing us off.

(sighing loudly) - I thought we fixed the vibes.

The llama and the churros...

- I'm still packing.

- No, I just found out that we lost three clients.

I mean, one fiasco is bad enough, but now two?

Can you imagine anything worse?

- My relationship with my father.

- Annabelle!

- Do you all wanna go over your schedule for today?

- No! Oh, my god, no. Clear that please.

We need to get rid of the bad juju.

Can you arrange for some masseuse to come into the office?

(gasping)

Oh, we're getting massages. (chuckling): Yeah.

- It's a great idea. Because if anyone needs a day off, it's you three.

- Mm-hmm. - Aww.

- Finally, someone gets us.

(rhythmic music)

(Elliot grunting, Kiska sighing, Clem snoring)

(elevator dings)

(gasping) (whispering): Diet Coke.

(rhythmic music)

(sighs) It's like, give up, girlie.

She's beyond delulu.

(shudders)

Annabelle, will you call security?

(keys clinking)

What?

(Elliot): Are they moving in across the hall?

- Looks like your national day of rest is over, girlfriend.

(theme song)

♪ Oh, oh

(Monica sighs)

- Ooh, this is such a sad little hubble.

Gotta lot of work to do.

- Yeah, but it's got potential.

I mean, I can see it already.

Chair! Another chair! Third chair.

(chuckling) That's all I got.

I can't believe the office space across from Atelier was open.

- It wasn't. I got Dean Musk's computers shut down.

I told his wife about his fling with a software consultant,

and so she's moving them to Amish country.

No more electronics for him!

- Welp, I hope he likes churning butter.

- Let's go over the checklist for tonight.

- Okay, the workers and the delivery

should be here soon.

(music box dings) - RSVPs?

- Nest, Nomnom, and Heritage Oats have all confirmed.

And George...

is coming! Ha!

Don't scare me like that.

George is the only one that matters.

If we can get Boppin' Burger, we will be back on track

to becoming a major agency.

- Which will be called?

- Marks & Garcia was taken,

so I went with Marks & Marks.

- Your name... twice.

I love it! (both laughing)

- Me too! - Yeah...

(Elliot): Excuse you.

- What are you doing here?

- Hello.

- What are you doing here? We've asked twice.

- Oh, um, I guess you didn't see the announcement in Ad National.

(suspenseful music, echoing scream)

(wheezing)

(coughing)

- Sorry. Bad photo.

- I don't think it's that bad.

Anyway, meet your new neighbors,

Marks & Marks Advertising Agency.

- Not... Marks & Garcia?

- It was taken.

- We're already off to a great start,

thanks to your colleague, Matt.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, she doesn't know. - Oh, I know!

I can't believe you don't know what we know

that you don't know.

- Thanks to Matt being so easily manipulated,

we have poached three of your clients.

Nomnom Almonds, Heritage Oats, and Nest.

They are all with us now.

(sighing)

(paper rustling)

If you'd like to see them or say hi or visit with them,

you can come to our open house tonight.

Oh, First Poke Glucose Monitor will also be there. - Yes.

- We hear they're in town, looking for a new agency,

and we're pretty confident they're gonna sign with us.

- You are unbelievable.

- Thank you.

(elevator dings) - Oh, and here they are.

Yes, come on in. This way. - Yeah.

- We've gotta go prepare for our big first agency party.

- Yes, so many things! (sighing)

- Feel free to come by!

That way. Thank you, thank you.

- Why are you going for First Poke?

All they do is come to New York to get wined and dined.

They never sign with anyone. They're like...

professional blue ballers.

- We're not gonna pursue them,

but now Kriska thinks we are.

- They don't call us Marks & Marks for nothing.

You are a genius! - Thank you.

(rhythmic music)

(suspenseful booming)

- You thought Monica was your friend?

What is wrong with you? She doesn't even like you!

- For the record, I'm really mad at her too, okay?

She said she was mentoring me.

- Mentoring? - Yeah.

- How old are you? - 33.

- DAMN!

Sorry.

I could fire you.

- Kriska, please! Okay, look, I've worked here for 10 years--

- DAMN!

Sorry. Again.

(huffing loudly)

Minnesota Matt, do you have any idea

the level of incompetence it takes

to lose three clients in one week?

I mean, do you?

- Yeah... somehow, I--

- I gave you a chance and you blew it!

And then you made me look bad and I never look bad!

Okay, maybe once because of the silent disco.

And then... again with the mock commercial, but that's it!

And obviously, on the day we'd have a burger!

I mean, it's a burger place!

It's in the name: Boppin' Burger!

Clearly, at some point, someone'd be eating a burger!

- Sorry? What's... happening right now?

- I'm not gonna fire you.

- Oh, my gosh. Thank you, Kriska--

- But there do need to be consequences.

- Are you gonna put me in stocks,

and have everyone throw excrement at me

while I wear a sign around my neck, stating my crime?

- What are you talking about?

No, I'm demoting to you to Office Manager.

- What? No, no, no. Please. Throw poop at me.

Who here has to take a shit? Anybody?

- Matt.

- What does an Office Manager even do?

- Buy office supplies and restock the bagel chips.

- What? I'll never be able to keep up with that!

Have you seen how many of those Bill eats?

The world doesn't have enough bagels to chip

to keep that bottomless dumpster satisfied!

Have mercy.

(rhythmic music)

- Oh, suddenly you're playing.

(sighing) Hey, I was about to win.

- Child, no you was not! (scoffing)

- We need to debrief. - Finally.

I've been really struggling.

You know, I used to love Lady Gaga, but lately,

I've just found her personality exhausting.

- Oh. - Don't tell any gays I said that.

- No. - I was talking about business.

- Oh. - I demoted Minnesota Matt.

- Is there a job lower than what he already did?

- Office Manager. - Ouch.

- I'd unalive myself.

- I cannot believe Monica and Doug, you guys.

They are awful, childish, and petty.

- Which, usually, I respect. But in this case, I do not.

- But on the bright side, I contacted First Poke Glucose

and secured a lunch. - Okay! Come on, new client!

- I just need to give Oliver something to think about

other than the fact that we lost three accounts.

- And you forgot to include a burger in the mock commercial.

- Really?

- What? I didn't want you leaving any motivation on the table.

- While I'm out, I want you doing anything you can

to disrupt preparations for their open house.

The less together they seem, the fewer clients they'll sign.

When they moved in next door, they declared war.

- Mm-hmm, you got it mama.

Time to sabotage.

- You kill them and I'll incinerate the bodies.

- Clem.

- Oh, did you wanna incinerate the bodies?

- Uh...

(rhythmic music)

- Okay the wieners are taken care of.

Lighting's been taken care of, so...

Oh! Of course, no self-respecting person

would ever throw a party without an open bar.

- I went to a wedding once with a cash bar.

I have to pretend your marriage is gonna survive

and you can't give me a free martini?

- Pigs! (both scoffing)

Oh, I still get a discount on hard liquor

for my short stint as a concierge.

- Oh. - But no rum.

Ugh. The last time I had rum, I spent 20 minutes

talking to a mannequin someone had thrown in the trash.

For the first 15 minutes,

I thought it was just ignoring me.

- What happened the last five minutes?

- I think the bar should go in the front of the room.

- Oh, I was thinking more in the back,

that way it kinda fills the room and we don't block the door--

(gasping) - What?

(shouting): Oh, nice rack! (gasping)

(whispering): I'm so sorry.

I turn straight in times of crisis.

(rhythmic music)

(laptop dings)

- I mean, it says it's not a virus.

Maybe you did win free airbuds.

I say download it. Yeah.

- That's what I was thinking too.

(grunting)

- Oh, hi. Hi!

Wow, it looks... um...

real different in here.

Glowing, kind of like underneath a car at a bad part of town.

(hissing)

No need to make feral animal noises at me, Clem.

I'm just here saying hello... to my former colleagues.

Hi, Bill, how's your mom?

- Ready for me to move out.

- Don't talk to her, Bill.

- I also couldn't help, but notice this beautiful

piece of art in the window.

Is that yours?

- Yeah. - I saw it and I thought,

that feels like Clem to me.

- I mean, it is.

- I think it was inspired by classic Greek painting.

Am I right? - Um, I've like, seen some cartoons about them.

- Do you know Zeuxis?

He was a master of realism and had an ability to capture

the human form at its most whole.

- Mm-hmm. - Mixing feminine and masculine.

Kind of bringing them to light against the shadow of the world.

Is that what you were going for?

- Yeah. No, totally. I mean, I think, you know,

subconsciously that was the goal. Absolutely.

- Oh, I could tell. Are you selling it?

- In exchange for money or...

- That is the meaning of selling, yeah.

- 25 bucks. - Two grand.

- Are you for real? - Yeah, I love it.

- Oh, hell no.

- Monica wants to buy Girl with Tatas.

She picked up on the feminist themes that I explored

that I didn't even know I was exploring.

- Bitch, please. I was born at night not last night.

She just wants that out.

- Oh! You! - Ten grand.

- Elliot, it's ten grand. I could buy a boat lift.

- You don't even have a boat. - First things first. The lift.

- Get out.

Before I call my witch and she curses your ass.

- You're trouble.

- Oh, it's about to get ratchet in here.

- No cap. - Mm-hmm.

- Okay. - Did I do it?

- Absolutely, yeah.

(rhythmic music)

- Okay, maybe we'll do this. One hand.

- Carla, it's better if you just use one.

(Kriska gasping)

(Carla): Oh, yeah. Okay.

Oh! Look at that! Okay, do I just put it all in?

- So, you're getting ready to launch a new glucose monitor.

Well, I've done some preliminary research on its capabilities

and I would love to share some ideas on how we can promote it.

- Okay, well, eat up, missy because this is a team effort.

Oh no, I'm already so full. But thank you.

- Well, we'll be eating until we get mercury poisoning.

(gasping, laughing) - Carla's out tonight!

And if you wanna work with us, you'll do the same.

- Well, call me an old school thermometer

and give me that mercury.

(laughing): Oh, no, no, no. Just one.

When in Tokyo, you know.

I think that's how they do it here, so.

- Of course.

- Stab. - Smash it, yeah. Get in there.

Yeah! - Mm-hmm!

(laughing) - Eat up, girl! Yeah.

- I wanna be professional, obviously,

but maybe a little flirty, like,

(in a Texan accent): "Hey, George. Well, how are you?

How's that pie I sent you?"

- Did you just do an accent? - No, I'm being sexy.

- Maybe just tone it-- - I have not lost my touch. I'll tell you that.

- And that's not what I'm saying--

- Oh, good. You're back from lunch.

We're gonna set up the bar over there.

- Don't you worry, little lady. We'll get you set up, alright.

- Excuse me? (sensual music begins)

What is... happening? - Wow!

I don't know, but I don't hate it.

(giggling) Are they from TaskRabbit?

- Excuse us, gentlemen. We have a party to plan.

- Oops, I dropped some money! - This...

This was a distraction sent by some former colleagues.

You don't have to...

Not quarters, Doug. That's insulting.

(restaurant din)

- Even though I have sushi sweats...

I actually would like to invite you both

back to the office.

We could chat further and you can sign.

(gasping): Oh, my gosh! Is that karaoke?

Okay, I don't wanna get too wild and crazy,

but dare I say, we sneak up and sing a song...

or five? (laughing)

- What's my go-to on the count of three? One... two... three.

♪ Total eclipse of the heart ♪

(laughing)

- Karaoke.

- If you say it how it's spelt, it's Kara Oke.

Who I went to high school with.

She was valedictorian. Very lovely girl.

- Oh, yeah.

- She's dead now.

(wheezing)

(rhythmic music)

(elevator dings) - Okay, let's get this table where we want it.

- Okay. - I think you should be on the other side.

- Well, no. We have to flip it over, you know?

- I don't think this is the way gravity works.

- Yeah, stay right where you are.

- Oh. Hi. Can I... can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm here to check out a report about two people

smoking crystal meth?

- I... I don't know what you're talking about.

Me neither. I've never smoked meth in my life.

That's not true. I actually did once. At a warehouse party.

Yup, somebody handed me this thing

and it looked like crystal meth, and I was like,

"Is that meth?" And they were like, "No, it's not."

And then I smoked it and it was meth.

- Okay! Doug. - Well, this place is a mess,

and you both seem jittery.

- Sir, we are preparing for a party.

- A meth party?

- No!

(scoffing)

(clicking tongue): I see what's going on here.

(laughs) Nice try, Danny.

But do security guards wear tear away pants?

- Hey! (both grunting)

Come on!

- Step away, sir!

(taser gun buzzes) - Hey! Oh! Doug!

(in a high-pitched voice): Monica! Monica... Monica,

I'm peeing. I want to stop but I can't.

♪ Together we can take it to the end of the line ♪

♪ End of the line

♪ Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time ♪

♪ All of the time!

♪ I don't know what to do ♪

(computer dings, key tapping) - Hey, girl!

- Hey, I'm still working on First Poke.

If I don't vomit, I think I'm close to making a deal.

- How are things there? - Good.

We're really giving it to the two dummies across the hall.

- Okay. Hopefully, I'll be done soon.

- Kriska, leave them. - Mm-hmm.

- This is taking so long, Rihanna's gonna drop another album before you get back.

- I am not leaving until I close them.

Have Annabelle text me a contract

so I can have them sign it on my phone. And--

(cheering) Oh, my god.

Stacy just took her bra off. I gotta go.

(call disconnects)

- Okay. Let's get serious.

Who's gonna tell her that she is not a hat person?

- Mm-hmm. I'll do it, but I have to start with you.

(gasping)

♪ A total eclipse of the heart ♪

♪ Heart

- Woo! Woo! Good job, you guys! You crushed it!

Woo-hoo! (laughs nervously)

Now, let's talk business.

- Oh! We gotta keep this party going!

And you know what the best place to keep a party going is?

(together): Time Square! (cheering)

- No, no, no. Please, I'm wearing open-toed shoes!

- Well, bring them along because we're walking there. Let's go!

- Don't forget your bra, it's expensive. - Where's my bra?

(rhythmic music)

(elevator dings)

(party din)

- You know, I gotta say, despite everything

this party turned out... (buzzing)

splendid. (chuckling)

- Yeah.

- Although, you know, my pants are still kind of damp.

Kind of still dealing with the residual zaps from that...

(buzzing)

...stun gun. - Oh.

- I'll get through it.

- Honey.

- Would anyone care for some Weenies and Balls?

- Ahem. Excuse me, hi. What is that?

- Weenies and Balls, ma'am.

- I did not order those.

- Weenies and Balls?

(playful music)

- Weenies and Balls.

- No.

- Yeah, turns out it was a mannequin.

Although, I probably shouldn't be telling that story

at a professional setting, so if you could just...

- Hi. Excuse us.

- Uh-huh? - I need you to go around

the room and pick up all the trays, very discreetly.

- Why? - Well, because...

(dramatic music)

(moaning)

- Oh, my god! (both laughing nervously)

- Oh, that's a great one. - Yes!

(buzzing)

(clearing throat) Thank you, I'll take that.

Such a shame, these were delicious.

(buzzing, grunting loudly)

(clattering)

(Monica gasps)

(grunting in pain)

Oh! Monica! (farting)

- I'm here. - Oh, Monica, I farted.

(Doug): Monica?

(Elliot and Clem laughing)

- Oh! - Mm-hmm.

- How did you get the password to the building security feed?

- Let's just say that Olivia Rodrigo

breastplate still has some pull around these parts.

(together): Mm-hmm. - What's up, guys?

- Ah! My eyes! - Minnesota Matt,

if you don't drop these damn lights!

- Yep, sorry. (both sighing)

What are you doing? Working on a campaign?

Maybe I can pitch something and you can just listen to it?

You don't have to write it down.

Or, or you know, you can tell me what

you're pitching and I'll go work something up myself,

and we can collaborate!

(grunting): No!

Why don't you go make yourself useful and go organize

that drawer with the sauce packets in it or something?

- No, I do have a really good--

- Begone! Office Manager, go! - Just leave. Bye.

- Ugh! Guy lost us three clients. It makes me nauseous.

- He's so strange. - I know.

(scoffing)

We can still see you.

Even clearer now.

What are you doing? Go! - What?

- God, this guy. It's like... - Yeah...

(gasping): Boppin' Burger!

Mister Boppin' Burger!

(rhythmic music, gasping)

(upbeat music)

(sirens blare)

- Okay. This has been amazing. Time of my life.

Better than the time I got voted best looking at a high school

I didn't even go to, but I need to get back to the office.

And before I go, I want you to sign with me, now.

Like, right now. Please.

- I'm impressed with you, Kriska.

You know, no one's ever spent the whole day with us before.

(indistinct chatter)

Yup.

We'll go with Atelier! Aw, yeah!

- Really? - You got us!

- Okay, you can sign right here with your finger.

This is great! And I promise, I will not let you down!

Now, you don't have to go to Monica's open house!

- Monica Marks?

We don't know anything about that.

- She said she invited you. - Well, she didn't.

She hasn't spoken to us since Stacy tried to pry Bon Jovi's

guitar pick out of a display at the Hard Rock Cafe.

- I just wanted to own something his fingers touched.

- You know, I think we got the reputation

of being ad agency blue ballers, but the truth is

we just haven't met someone yet who wants to actually spend

the time with us and prove that they are willing

and wanting to represent us.

- Unbelievable.

- Just checking in.

Wanted to make sure things are doing well for you over there,

considering everything that's happened.

- How do you mean?

- Oh, gosh, awkward.

Um, Atelier just lost three clients to us

because of some mishandling,

but I'm sure it was just some growing pains.

- Clients are leaving? I wasn't aware.

- No, well, if you haven't experienced any issues, then...

- There was a misstep with the mock commercial.

- Oh, that's unsettling. - Mm-hmm.

- Well, and I don't know if you've seen...

(sighing)

- Is that you?

I didn't seen the face before.

- Well, obviously, it's their attempt to intimidate me,

but unfortunately it's a very public display

of their immaturity and inexperience and...

my breasts are far more symmetrical than that.

But at the end of the day, you have to do what's right

for you and your business.

Oh, Kriska. What timing. You smell like Times Square.

- George, hi. Lovely to see you.

Oh.

- Yeah. Her breasts look nothing like that.

- Right. - He's guessing.

- Well, maybe this is a good time as any to say that

I've decided to open up the campaign.

- W-what do you mean?

- I need to reevaluate my options.

Each of you will get a chance to pitch

and the best idea wins the campaign.

- George. Can we talk for a moment?

- Nothing to talk about.

Look, I loved your initial ideas,

but we both know you've been floundering ever since.

Don't get too excited Monica.

We have great history, but lately you've been off.

Crashing a bat mitzvah?

Humiliating yourself online?

Why don't you leave that to divorced women posting

pictures of their new tattoos?

- You don't need to worry about me, George.

I went to therapy one time and I fixed myself.

- I'm hoping one of you can do I what I need

to get my message across to Gen z.

- Absolutely. - Okay?

I need younger people to start buying my burgers

before my old customers die from heart attacks.

- Yes. Of course - Understood.

- Have a good night.

- Ahem.

(elevator dings)

- Well.

- You know, I could forgive manipulating Minnesota Matt,

moving across the hall, and pretending to be nice

while your fangs hang out,

but to resort to stealing my clients?

You're supposed to be Monica Marks,

a major name in advertising.

I mean, I thought you were someone who wanted to inspire

the younger generation of women.

- I think feminism is being treated equally

and earning your success.

(scoffing) Those clients were never yours.

You rolled out of bed one morning

and had the luckiest day of your life.

You were just at the right place at the right time.

I think we both know the clock is running out.

(muffled) - These are to die for.

♪ I'm only a woman

(giggling) - Wait, wait, wait.

- What are you guys doing?

- Before you say, congratulations...

- It's over.

♪ And I weigh too much (together): What?

I don't think she liked her.

(tsking) No...

♪ I thought I might die alone

♪ But I had never, never, never, never, never ♪

♪ Never, never, never, never

♪ Never, had never met you

♪ So baby be good to me

♪ I got nothing to give you, you see ♪

♪ Except everything, everything, everything, everything ♪

♪ All the good ♪

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