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Previously on Black Monday...

I'll take your shares of Georgina.

- You want to fuck with me?
- Yes.

Unless your last name is Georgina,

anyone attempting a
takeover gets burned.

You are risking everything!

_

I don't care what anybody says, okay?

Al Pacino's performance
in Scarface was bad.

And you mean "bad" in,
like, a good, black way?

Duh, I mean, the guy's a
national treasure, right?

He makes Paul Newman look
like Paula Poundstone.

Hey, little known fact, Brandt... Hey.

Al Pacino's not actually Cuban.

So, when you do my story,

you got to promise not
to whitewash it, okay?

I don't want any light-skinned guys.

Give me, uh, like, Carl Weathers,

uh, uh, Lou Gossett Jr., Bill Duke...

- you know, chocolate brothers.
- Definitely, definitely.

You know, the untitled Oliver Stone

Wall Street project will
be an authentic portrayal

of a black man just trying

to break into this white boys' club...

Whoa, whoa. "Break in"? No, no, no.

A black man breaking into anything,

that's a terrible look, okay?

I mean, what's your tagline?

"From the street to Wall Street"?

Jimmy.

I'm joking. I'm in, Brandt.

So, while Nancy Reagan
is telling everybody

that AIDS is no big whoop,
I went long on condoms

because I knew that shit had legs.

This business... the good ones...

you stay on your toes, kid, okay?

You got to anticipate shit.

- You got to be able to stay one step...
- So I got you all some gifts

for my first day.

Now, I kind of had to eyeball
sizes, but if they don't fit,

no sweat, 'cause my-my fiancée's family

kind of owns the company, so, uh...

- It's pretty rad, huh?
- Hey, Mo!

You're never gonna believe this.

Georgina Jeans...

... takes three years off my ass.

Look at that.

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What a coincidence.

It's not a coincidence, Hawaiian Punchy.

- Dawn's right.
- I brilliantly orchestrated it...

... so Blair got busted for blow
down on the stock exchange floor,

so now his only fucking
option is the Jammer Group.

So, once he marries that Georgina chick

and we get those shares,
we also get cracker rich.

So I think the word for that is

"I'm a fucking genius"?
Is that what it is?

You're the walkin',

talkin' Stephen Hawkin'. I
been telling people that.

Yeah, I'm pretty happy about how
the whole thing worked out.

All you have to do

is fucking keep numb-nuts
in the dark, okay,

until he marries that chick,

- and then we're gonna...
- Hi, there.

Is there an orientation
video or a packet?

I just really need a computer
to get the algorithm going.

I was going over the numbers last night,

- and I realized what went wrong...
- Hey, hey,

what went wrong is that
you spent all night

going over numbers, okay,

when you can learn way
more about trading

from Raising Hell.

The Run-D.M.C. album.

Basically "It's Tricky."

Brandt, if you didn't write that down...

I'm loving it. It's great.

But maybe it could be the Talking Heads?

- W-we'll see.
- Speaking of talking heads,

you think I could maybe get
in for an interview here?

Yeah, great. Here, tell you what...

keep your fucking video
game away from my money

until you get some
real-world experience, okay?

Now, uh, boys, why don't you
give Blair here a tour?

- And you and I...
- Okay, here we go.

... are gonna do our thing.

Okay, y-you know what? Keep that on.

And then after the tour, uh,

- we'll, y-you know...
- Yeah?

- Yeah, meet the supporting cast.
- Okay.

And then we'll, uh...

- Pretty good plan, right?
- "Plan"?

It's more like a felony

followed by a bunch of dumb luck.

- Name one lucky...
- I can name a bunch!

You didn't know Blair
would storm back in here.

You didn't know you'd
bump into him after work,

and you certainly didn't know

that he'd be arrested
instead of your black ass

'cause... 'cause of your black ass.

The kitchenette's over there.

That's the window we throw stuff out of.

- Oh.
- And here's our menu binder...

of prostitutes.

We call 'em 'tutes.

It makes it less sad.

That's gonna be in the movie, right?

- Uh, maybe, maybe.
- Nice.

And, uh, over there is our powder room.

- Oh, fancy.
- Uh, we just call it that

because that's where we
do blow, so not shits,

but you can bring as many
'tutes in there as you want.

The best way to remember is,

"Toots? Hmm.

'Tutes? Hmm!

Toots? Mm."

That was fucking hilarious, Brandt.

So that's three toots. Write that.

Well, I-I-I-I don't do
coke or, uh, 'tutes.

I'm sorry, am I saying that right?

I'm, uh... I'm engaged

and also a good person.
That didn't come out right.

- Oh!
- A thousand pardons!

Can you pass the Grey Poupon?

He's getting married!

Oh, guys, guys, come on.

Calm down. Blair's our future, right?

The kid should be showing us around.

Like Mo said, all you lack

is a little real-world experience,

which is why I want you
to fill this order

with our broker, Fat Fred.

Can't miss him. He's,
like, "yo mama joke" fat.

Um, well, uh, okay. Fill or kill.

- That's right. You see?
- Yeah.

This guy's already got it.

Get out of here. Have a
good time down there!

Ugh.

So what you don't know, Hollywood,

is that pit is insane.

Those brokers will yell out
whatever you hand them.

I wrote down "I'm fat"
on that slip of paper,

and when Fat Fred shouts
that out to the floor,

he is gonna smack

- the handsome off that kid.
- Oh, man.

It's a classic Wall Street prank.

And that, gentlemen, is
how you get in the movie.

Oh, nice.

Not to mention, the whole thing hinged

on you bumping into Blair with the coke

the guys surprised you
with for your birthday,

which also happened to
be Blair's first day.

Okay. First things first,

the security guard on the floor...

In my pocket, along with
a backup bag of coke.

And Chad's been tailing
Blair for months,

and there's only so many
places white people go.

I could've bumped into this
guy in an apple orchard

or at a puppet show

or at a place with a turkey
sandwich to die for.

Sold! Two and a quarter, sold!

Excuse me. Sorry.

Oop, pardon me.

Whoops. Sorry.

Uh-oh. That's gonna leave a mark.

Thank you. Oh.

- It's you.
- Hey.

No hard feelings about yesterday, okay?

I mean, in hindsight, would the
Celtics have drafted Len Bias?

I don't know.

It's for the best. Mo Monroe hired me.

- Two and a quarter!
- Twist!

Yeah, I'm down here filling
my very first order.

Let me do the honors.

Oh, I-I-I'm supposed
to fill it with, um...

with a broker named uh, uh, Fred,

who's a bit... Rubenesque.

- Fat Fred?
- Yes, yes!

Yeah, he's probably eating a lasagna

on the shitter right now, all right?

Look, I fill for Mo all the time.

Consider it my apology to you.

- Really?
- All right!

- Oh, my God!
- Calm down, Cinderella.

- Okay.
- Kid popped his cherry!

I get it. Haze the new guy.

Just like a cappella camp.

You call this hazing?

Tell that to my frat brother Blake

next time you're in Heaven.

Hey, Brian, I need you to suck my dick!

On a horse. At a John Hughes movie.

- In a John Hughes movie.
- Okay, I get it.

He's white, all right?
So you got him here.

Now what? How are you gonna
get Blair to just give us

his Georgina shares
once he's married, Mo?

I'm gonna form a father-son
kind of... you know, like

a reverse Diff'rent
Strokes or Webster...

and then he's gonna want to
join forces with me, okay?

It's pretty fucking simple, all right?

What if it doesn't work,
huh? What? What then?

We're stuck with 49% of a
dog that we can't sell

and crippling loans...

literally, because you borrowed money

from actual villains
who will cripple us.

I know what I'm doing!

You're probably just too hopped up

on Dexatrims and Lean
Cuisine to fuckin' get it.

Oh, God. You know what?

I thought we stopped having sex

when I dumped your ass, but somehow,

you're still fucking me.

Oh, that's what this is about?
Your hurt feelings, Dawn?

Because I broke up with
you? Well, guess what.

Go cry in a stall or something, okay?

This is a place of business.

And I am the goddamn head trader!

Of my company. It ain't
called the Dawn Group.

And it ain't called the Mo Group.

You named the place the Jammer Group,

like it's a fucking record label,

and nobody knows why!

It doesn't matter why! This is my place.

I can do whatever I want. I
can name anything I want.

Ah, watch this. This
chair is now named Sam.

Uh, the panther... this is Karen.

Your name is Tyrone.

The door's name is Chris, and
Chris would like to know,

are you in, or are you out?

I'm out!

Where you going, Tyrone?

Don't you fucking call me Tyrone again!

Where you going, Tyrone?

Do not slam Chris.

Don't slam fucking Chris!

Come back here and apologize to Chris!

PMS... happens every day

with this one, you know what I mean?

Dawn, what are you doing?

Nobody believes this fucking act, Dawn.

Stop it. You're not gonna quit.

Mo...

Fuck you. I quit.

Uh... you're fired!

Shit. "Quit." Y-you heard me, right?

I fired her before she quit.

What the fuck happened to you?

Ooh, shit, the pit ate you
alive, son, Sarlacc style.

- What'd you do, Keith?
- I pulled the "I'm fat" prank.

Didn't realize Fred would
get so handsy, though.

Oh, no, I couldn't find
Fred, but don't worry.

- I filled the order.
- What order?

One M F.A.T.... one million

of Federal Allied Titanium, right?

- Wayne. Wayne!
- Shit!

We're in at four!

Oh, fuck, the kid bought
a dog for four million!

Four million? That...

... tickles.

This guy can't even get pranked right.

- He's a fucking idiot.
- No, you're a fucking idiot, Keith.

- And you're fired.
- Oh, come on, boss.

Oh, you want some of this, too, Ronnie?

Guess what. You're fucking fired, too.

Get your shit and get out.

- But you were in my wedding.
- Right, Brandt?

Ain't called "show friends."
It's called "show business."

Wait, we're not in show business.

You're not in any business, Keith!

Get the fuck out of here.

Wayne, Yassir, dump that F.A.T. ASAP.

Blair, face-fuck the wall.

- On it.
- Hey, Brandt.

Let's take this in the office.
What do you say?

Anybody else embarrasses me

in front of my fucking movieographer,

you're gonna be living in Brooklyn.

Fix this shit.

Yeah, I've got quite the
opportunity for you.

Oh! What a morning.

Can I help you find something?

Uh, no, thank you. I'm fine.

Can I help you find something?

Uh, no, thank you. I'm fine.

Ooh, Chanel Number Five.

That's a lot better than
Jean Naté, am I right?

But $250?

That's just crazy, girlfriend!

Could you help me find something?

Motherfucker, really?

You see a name tag on my titty?

I'm gonna find whoever the fuck did this

and shove more titanium up their ass

than RoboCop's boyfriend.

Look, I'm sure this was just
a misunderstanding, okay?

There he is.

Oh, uh, you know what? Let's
deal with this upstairs.

- Wait. What? Wait. What?
- Keith! What's up, queef?

- You guys know each other?
- Yeah!

We used to share a desk

till Keith quit 'cause he sucked.

Anywho, turns out that Federal
Allied Titanium order

was a prank, so, uh, I'm
gonna have to insist

that you take the shares.

- I-it's only right.
- Done.

For your algorithm.

You give me that, and
I'll take all the shares

at three-point-five.

Ooh, F.A.T. is tankin'.

Somebody must've shorted it

when they found out you were
have a million-share fire sale.

But that's insider trading.

Down here we just call it
"trading." Is he for real?

Just take the fucking shares, Tyler.

- Come on.
- Or what?

There'll be hell "toupee"?

Kid, give him the fucking algorithm.

- Let's go.
- I can't. I'm sorry.

There's got to be another
way to get your job back.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Keithleen got fired over this?

I didn't even know that
this day could get

any fucking better!

God damn, this is cool, like a McDLT.

I mean, you could call
it a dog-shit stock,

or I could call your wife,
tell her all about that trip

you and your nanny took
to sunny Bora-bortion.

- You remember that?
- Three and an eighth?

Come on, man, this isn't
Let's Make a Deal.

I'm not Monty Hall.
We're not being filmed

in front of a live studio audien...

No, no, I get that you get that.

Maybe then you should've thought of that

before your adventures in babysitters!

- We're down six figs.
- How did this happen?

Well, we were down five figs,
and then we lost more figs.

Word is out. The whole floor's short.

We're gonna lose the entire four mil

if we keep trying to
unload it piece by piece.

Look, our only hope is to dump it

into one of our big clients'
accounts all at once.

But Dawn is the only one
with accounts that big.

Fuck! We're gonna have
to tell Mo right now.

But if we do it in front
of Hollywood Square,

our asses are grass.

Check it out.

Let me tell you about the
time I got into a bidding war

with Emilio Estevez over a Basqui-yacht,

which is a yacht entirely muralized

by Jean-Michel.

How about that? Emilio Estevez.

That's a great idea for Blair.

- Hey, boss!
- What?

Um, remember how you told us
that everything you learned

about trading, you
learned from Run-D.M.C.?

Well, they just released a new
cassingle, and let me tell you,

I think it would be the perfect song

for your movie soundtrack.

Yassir, you are really
fucking trying me.

You got to hear it right now.

Oh, y-yeah, yeah, yeah. That's fresh.

- Can I hear it?
- No, but tell you what...

why don't we take a
little five to cool off?

And we're gonna get right
back in perfect harmony,

like Ebony and Ivan Reitman.

A million shares?

Classic! I quit my job an hour ago,

and you already need me to
get you out of some shit.

No. "Need"? I did not say the N word.

And by the way, I fired you.

- I quit. I quit. No...
- Yeah, run it back, Dawn, I...

- Is there a problem here?
- Can I help you find

- something?
- Yeah, there is a problem.

This one always loses her shit,

and then we make up in about a day.

But we don't have a day, Dawn,

so here's what we're gonna do.

Give me one of each of these skorts

- in a size four.
- Two.

Then give me that whole
wall of pumps in a six,

and you still fuck with pantsuits, Dawn?

- Yeah, I love them.
- Basically everything

in my field of vision so that we can get

this wonderful woman back to work.

- Bullshit.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I insist. I insist.

- Okay.
- Great.

Consider it my apology.

For what?

For... that you're mad, okay?

I'm not mad.

Tired.

I'm tired of the roller coaster.

Get the fuck out of here.

You get off on that roller coaster...

like that time we got off
on that roller coaster.

No, you got off on that roller coaster.

I was just screaming

'cause that guy in front of us
got hit by the fucking bird.

- Uh-huh, yeah, right.
- You don't get it, Mo.

Wall Street is not the roller coaster.

You are, and I'm tired
of hanging off the back.

I didn't hate your Blair plan.

I hated that you didn't tell me!

Look, I can call my guy,
Kurt Covington, right now

and stash all that fat
right in his family trust.

- Yes.
- All you got to do

is give me the piece of the
Jammer Group that I deserve.

This shit again?

Mo, make me your partner.

Or I got to go.

Where are you gonna go? Let
me tell you something.

All your white-boy
private-school friends,

they will summer with you.

Yeah, they'll fuck you,

but they are not gonna hire you.

All I want is a piece
of what we built...

for all the sacrifices,
all... all the abuse,

all the times I got called "Hot Coffee"

or was told to get coffee

or asked if I wanted cream in my coffee,

which is fucking gross.

You need me, Mo.

- Mm.
- It's okay to say it.

Say it.

Say it.

When have you ever seen
me give anybody anything?

No, baby, it don't work like that.

You want something from Mo,

you're gonna have to fucking take it.

- Isn't it time for your dramatic exit?
- Yeah, it's a perfect exit line,

and I should've gone, but the
chick has my fucking Amex.

Dawn.

So I'm gonna see you back
at the office or what?

So are you guys in a band or something?

You're not gonna find it.

Then just give it to me, okay?

What, you think this
is why you were hired?

'Cause of your algorithm?

It doesn't even fucking work, okay?

You lost everything faster than
my bubbe on Kristallnacht.

Yeah, that's the point.

You saw what it lost in an hour.

I-I'm working on it,

but if I give Ty that version,

it could crash their
whole infrastructure.

- So?
- "So"?

That's unethical.

But I guess the guy
making Holocaust jokes

maybe wouldn't understand that.

Congratulations on your ethics,

'cause you just Holo-cost me my job.

I'm sorry, okay? I really am.

Do you want to know why
I really quit my job?

'Cause Ty found out that
I cheated on my wife,

and he blackmailed me.

Now, before you judge me,

marriage is a marathon.
You'll see, all right?

Shera and I were going
through a rough patch,

and I met this chick...
she was a total fox...

Justine Bateman body, Jason
Bateman personality.

But it was the biggest
mistake of my life.

Family Ties in more ways than one.

Really, guy?

That's your fucking closer
after blowing up my life?

Thank you. Thank you.

Uh...

- Where are you going?
- Home.

You know, the bullshit's better in LA.

Maybe it's the water.

Okay, but you're gonna miss
a master of the universe

working his magic.

Yep, that pretty much
sums up my whole trip.

- Hey!
- There he is.

Kurt, you flirt. Get in here, my man.

- How's the jizz biz, kid?
- Well...

Hey, you got carpal tunnel yet

from jerking off all those horses?

Well, it's called stud
farming, and, you know,

I don't... I don't personally
masturbate the horses.

Ah! Tell it to the judge.

Hey, Kurt Covington, meet Brandt.

Brandt is writing a movie about my life.

- No big whoop.
- Wow.

Uh, we're still in early development.

It's gonna get done.

You know, I was pretty surprised

to get a little audience
with the king here.

Usually Dawn handles all my...

Yeah, I don't usually meet
with clients anymore,

but I got to tell you Kurt,

when this titanium deal crossed my desk,

you crossed my mind.

But with the volatility of the dollar,

- we need to get into this thing...
- Yeah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Come on, Mo, I'm in, all right?

As long as Dawn says it's okay.

She's been my financial adviser

since I almost lost my lunch
money to a claw machine

back in, like, the fifth grade.

You didn't just say a
claw machine, did you?

- Yeah.
- God.

Brandt, write this down.

Okay, you know what?

Let's give Dawn a call right now.

Okay.

Hey, Dawny. Yeah, it's Mo.

Uh, listen, I got Kurt in the
office he... Want to say hi?

- Hey. Hey, Dawn.
- Hey, Dawn, that's Kurt.

So, yeah, we're looking
at this titanium deal,

which I know that you love for him.

I mean, hell, it was your idea.

So, uh, that bell is, uh,
gonna ring anytime now.

Yeah? Close this up?

... is what I expect you to say
when you get this message.

- Obviously leaving a message.
- Oh.

Oh, that was... oh, me, okay.

You started without me, I see.

We're actually almost done.

We just need you to break
out that old rubber stamp.

Ah, I wish.

I was late because I
was chained to my desk

running the numbers,
and, uh, Mo, you know,

as your trusted employee,

sadly, I-I do not recommend.

Ah, well, that's life
in the big city, right?

- Yeah.
- Hey, you know what?

Let's t-take a second. Just, um...

I got an idea... why
don't we step outside,

run these numbers again,

make sure that our deal doesn't work?

I'm sorry, what'd you say Mo?

What'd you say, baby?

Run the numbers again,

make sure that our deal doesn't work.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, yeah.

Let's do that.

Thirty percent, name on
the door, valet spot.

Zero percent, your name on a tag

that you wear on a uniform

when you are valet
parking my car in hell.

- Okay.
- Okay, wait...

I'll double your bonus, Dawn,

but don't get fucking greedy on me.

Don't talk to me about greed.

Greed is... good Lord!

Are you trying to hide behind a lamp?

- No...
- Really?

Uh, can you just keep going?

This is exactly the shit I need.

And this is exactly the shit
that I don't need ever again!

Okay, hold it, Dawn. Hold it.

Five percent, no name,
parking spot, but on G4...

you know, the one that smells
like post-game Detlef Schrempf.

Twenty-five percent...

... name, slightly smaller font, G2.

And what's a Detlef Schrempf?

Oh, you know what?

Excuse me, Dawn. No deal.

- Kurt.
- Kurt.

Unfortunately, you
know, we were talking,

and we don't think the F.A.T.
is right for your portfolio.

- Dawn's right.
- I am?

- I am.
- Yeah.

Y-y-you're the best
analyst on the street,

and if you say you've
been chained to your desk

working every angle, then I trust you.

Ah, workaholic.

I didn't even take lunch. I'm starving.

Come in.

Quite a shopping spree today, ma'am.

So we wanted to hand-deliver
these personally.

Huh. Wait a minute, you
bought all that stuff today?

- Well, uh...
- I'm so confused.

I mean, if you were out there shopping,

when did you have time
to crunch those numbers?

The fundamentals must have improved

when you were out there
buying skorts and pantsuits

- or whatever the fuck that is.
- Nah, no, no, no, no, no, no...

What do you say, Kurt?
Let's do this thing.

15 minutes to close, buddy.

You know, in my business,

this is what we call a sticky situation.

All right, 15 percent, name on
the letterhead, G3 or below.

Ten percent, no name,

G-O fuck yourself.

Ty, don't you remember

when you used to be me... uncorrupted?

It's not too late for you to...

to change and make the new you me,

which... which is really the old you.

So, in a way, you're not changing

by changing back into who we are.

Just take the shares, Ty.
Do the right thing.

Oh!

Let me "do the right thing."

You cost a man his job
today for the second time.

Oh, he told you about that, huh?

Yeah, yeah. How do you sleep at night?

It actually is difficult,
because, you see,

every time I close my eyes,

I see Keith in the supply closet

chowing down on the
Sparkletts delivery guy.

Told you... Keith quit 'cause he sucked.

Are you saying that Keith is a... homo?

Oh, I thought he told
you about the affair.

Whoopsie, did I let the
cat out of the fag bag?

Who cares? Fucking fairies, right?

Up top, Care Blair.

You know what?

Here's your algorithm.
You deserve it, Ty.

Pleasure doing business with
you, Retardo Montalban.

Look, even if I would go 15
percent... which I won't...

how are we gonna get him
to take the deal now?

We both look like fucking idiots.

You can do what I always do.

Kurt... he didn't come from money.

He married it, so when I
need him to buy something,

I just suggest that we
call his wife, Sandra,

and we see what she thinks.

Of course he refuses.

God forbid it ever looks like
you guys need a woman's help.

Come on, Mo, just give me my 15 percent,

and I can go in there,
and I can close this.

Nah, but thanks for the tip.

Watch this.

Kurt.

Sorry, we just can't seem
to get on the same page.

Here's what I think we need to do.

Let's give Sandra a call.

Right? I mean, she's
gonna have to sign off

on this deal anyway,

and I think she's really
gonna be fired up about it.

And if I know old Sandy, she's
still gonna be fired up

by the time you get home,
if you know what I mean.

My wife is dead.

I'm gonna get that.

- Yeah?
- I did it.

I got Morgan to buy those F.A.T. shares.

- No shit.
- Well, actually,

Keith and I got MoStan to
buy the F.A.T. shares.

And I got a ton of that
real-world experience

you were talking about.

It is tricky.

Right, Mo?

Mo?

Hey, so, um, where were we?

Uh, you were just intimating

that I should make love to my wife,

who exploded three years ago.

- Dawn, what am I doing here?
- Mo, what are we doing here?

Six minutes to the close.

If we're not gonna do
this deal, I got to go.

For real?

For real.

Listen, Kurt, my condolences, okay?

I am not a people person.
In fact, I hate them.

But numbers...

I hate them shits, too.

But do you know who's
really good at both?

My partner Dawn.

Why else do you think she's
got 15 percent of my company?

Whatever you two decide.

Ah...

yep.

Kurt, let's, uh...

- let's do this thing, okay?
- Okay.

Voilà.

So I guess you do need me.

Nah. Guys made a mess.

You had a mop. That's it.

Dumb luck. And I'll
tell you something...

you fucked up, Dawn, 'cause
I would've gone to 20.

Yeah?

You fucked up, 'cause I'd have took ten.

Well, that didn't end how I expected.

- Yeah.
- I guess, uh,

Dawn's pretty good at being
one step ahead herself.

Eh, not exactly.

Anyway, what do you think?
We got a movie here or what?

- Yes! I love it.
- Great.

I mean, it's just like I said, you know?

It's the story of this black underdog

just trying to break
into that boys' club.

It's gonna be one hell of a
movie about Wall Street.

- You're goddamn right it is.
- Yeah, yeah.

Just not for me and Oliver.

- What?
- We're not gonna do it.

But I-I'll... I'll tell
you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna take all those
notes I was taking,

hand them over to my buddy Mike Nichols,

'cause he's also doing a
movie about Wall Street.

- Oh!
- Yeah, it's called Working Girl.

Don't worry... I'm gonna
make him promise me

that he's not gonna whitewash
Dawn's story either, okay?

Dawn's story?

You're seeing this whole
fucking thing wrong, okay?

She didn't win. I won.

The guys got rid of the shares.
I didn't have to give her shit.

I just did that... you know, 'cause...

What, 'cause you actually need her,

but you can't admit it?

Okay.

But isn't that the kind of
fucking tortured-hero shit

that you guys jack off to?

No.

No, that's just, uh...

... sad.

♪ We're coming to the edge ♪

♪ Running on the water... ♪

Hey, Brandt?

Fuck off!

♪ Let the river run ♪

♪ Let all the dreamers ♪

♪ Wake the nation ♪

♪ Come ♪

♪ The New Jerusalem ♪

♪ Silver cities rise ♪

♪ The morning lights ♪

♪ The streets that meet them ♪

♪ And sirens call them on ♪

♪ With... ♪

And I promise, I'll get to that

in just a few moments.

And believe me, as a farmer, I intend...

♪ With a song ♪

Hay down here where the
goats can get at it.

♪ It's asking for the taking ♪

♪ Trembling, shaking... ♪

- Hello, Doctor.
- Hello, nurse.

♪ My heart is aching ♪

♪ We're coming to the edge,
running on the water ♪

♪ Coming through the
fog, your sons and... ♪

Hey, boss.

Didn't want to hit you with
this in front of Joe Hollywood,

but we are bleeding money by the second,

and Dawn's clients are the
only ones that can stop it.

Sorry, we know you and Dawn

have a whole Moonlighting will-they,

won't-they sexual tension...

or I guess it's more
of a "are they still?"

I mean, everyone assumes
yes, sexual intercourse.

Jesus, Wayne. Point is, we need her.

- ♪ Taking... ♪
- Wait.

You and Mo?

♪ The sky is the color of blue ♪

♪ You've never even seen ♪

♪ In the eyes of your lover ♪

♪ Oh, my heart is aching ♪

♪ We're coming to the edge,
running on the water ♪

♪ Coming through the fog,
your sons and daughters ♪

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♪ It's asking for the taking ♪