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[ominous music]

?

[car door slams]

?

- What're we doing here, man?

It's, like, 4 o'clock in the fuckin' morning.

- I know, Ricky, I know. I'm sorry, okay?

It was a pop-up job,

but you really need to put out the cigarette, okay?

- Where's the building? - We're building, Ricky.

- We're building? - We're building.

We're elevating, we're moving up, okay?

We'll talk about it later, but you really need

to put that cigarette out, okay?

[dramatic music]

I need you to remember something

that happened this morning, Ricky.

Remember we were driving,

and the engine was humo , smoking,

and we pulled over, and the engine burst into flames?

Fuego , oh!

- You just made that up, Everett.

- No, Ricky. I know, it's real. You remember. Here.

- Ah, no, no, no. - No, Ricky, look!

Look, look, look, look, look! We didn't do it!

It's okay! We didn't do it!

- No, no, no, Everett. No, no.

EVERETT: Don't stop breathing! Don't stop breathing!

- [coughing] Everett! - Don't worry, Ricky!

Just get it on the dash, all over the dash.

- Everett, I get some in my eye!

I get some in my ear!

Okay, that's enough for me, man!

- Fuck, Ricky, yo, can we get a cigarette?

-S . - Come on, quick time!

I need a cigarette. I need a cigarette.

- Here. - [lighter flicking]

RICKY: Oh!

EVERETT: Ah, let's go, let's go, let's go!

RICKY: Okay... You gonna take it?

EVERETT: No, I gotta do one more.

RICKY: Oof!

?

Fuck, one more. One more.

- Why you not smoking? You're just doing for fun this?

Everett, you gonna waste another one of my cigarettes?

- What's the big deal? What is it, $3 a pack?

- What do you mean? It's not free!

- I'll give you 75 cents. - I wish it was free!

I could smoke a little bit more!

- [van ignites] - EVERETT: Oh, fuck!

Go, let's go!

- No, no, no! - No, let me drive!

- I'll drive, I'll drive, I'll drive!

Rapido , Ricky, before she fuckin' blows!

[loud explosion]

? Money can't buy me happiness... ?

- That's why I'm tryin' to explain, my friend,

where the van is. I had to go to work.

It was my work van. My employee had to pick me up.

- [quietly] Everett... - Ricky!

[quietly] It's fine, it's fine.

[normal voice] Okay, so what happens now?

Okay.

Okay, any time.

Okay, bye-bye.

[sighs] Okay, they just gotta do a criminal investigation

then we're all good. - No, because what if they-

- No, Ricky, what? What if they what?

It's fine. We got in an accident.

Insurance covers accidents.

- It was not accident. We put it there.

- Put the what? - The gas in-

- The gas what? We didn't do nothin'.

- Forget it, yeah.

- I got your back if you got my back.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Okay. - I have a new uniform like mine.

- Yeah? - For you to go with the new van.

- Okay. - To go with the new warehouse.

Did I show you the new warehouse?

- No...? - Look.

- Lemme see that. - New warehouse, new office.

This year we elevate.

PRINCE: Hey, fellas! Fellas!

- Hey, what's good?

- What are you sayin'? What are you sayin'?

- Good, my brother. - Pleasure to meet you.

Prince. - Everett.

- Nice to meet you. - Good to meet you, sir, yes sir.

- You got the, uh...?

- I got your 15 large here. - Oh, respect, respect.

- There you go, it's all there. You're not gonna check it?

- I trust you, I trust you. - Okay.

[dramatic music]

- [voice echoing] Prince.

[dramatic music]

- Remember... I seen your face, fucker.

[voice echoing] Chico.

RICKY: Prince, yeah.

- What's your name? - Uh, Eddy.

- Ricky, Ricky. Ricardo.

- "Ericardo," yeah. Some people pronounce...

- Nice to meet you.

EVERETT: Yeah, shake the man's hand.

- Hey. - [intense music]

- Yeah, nice to meet you. For the... first time.

[intense music]

EVERETT: Alright, let's get to that whip.

Van time, van time. [snaps fingers]

- Alright, lemme show you to your baby.

EVERETT: [whistles] Look at the nose on this thing.

PRINCE: Sexy, ain't she, huh?

- Said it's brand-new, right? - It's brand-new.

But yo, I just wanna make sure you're aware of the rules.

No refunds, no returns.

EVERETT: Oh, yeah. Anyways, are we good or...?

PRINCE: Yeah, we're good, bro.

But yo, just wanna make sure, yo, like,

if you're gonna whip it in fuckin' Newmarket,

fuckin' Aurora, King City,

yo, just keep it chill over there

'cause it's kinda hot, right?

But, like, yo, it's not- the car hasn't been acclimatized

to that area, you know? Those ends.

So just keep it local, still.

Like when you're driving, right?

Make sure you fuckin' put your indicators on.

- Yeah. - Stop at the stop sign properly.

Don't do any rolling stops. If you get pulled over,

yo, it's gonna mess up your demerit points, everything.

You're gonna get fucked up. You don't want a ticket.

- Oh, I got you, yeah. That's what you're sayin'.

- I got you. You don't want a ticket, bro, trust me.

MAN: Yo, keep back! Move it quick! Come on!

- Be sure to fuckin' buckle up and shit like that, right?

[tires squealing]

- Alright, boys! Fuckin' strip it, eh?

Strip that shit and fuckin' get her in for paint!

Let's fuckin' go! Quick time, still, eh?

- Whose baby seat is that?

PRINCE: The client wants it reupholstered.

EVERETT: Oh, oh, oh, oh.

- Yo, here! Cheers, brother. Chico .

EVERETT: Oh, wicked. PRINCE: Let's celebrate!

PRINCE: Champagne? EVERETT: Yeah, yeah.

EVERETT: Oh no, I'll drive it. PRINCE: Here you go!

Alright, gimme your phone! Lemme take a picture!

- [tires squealing] - [honks horn]

-Well, as far as preliminary interviews go,

I'd say you passed with flying colours.

- [horn honking outside] - So, we'll book a follow-up

followed by a-

- [doorbell ringing] - Yo, Eric!

Let's go, bro! It's 9:00 AM!

- Uh, amazing, yeah!

Um, listen, hey, all that sounds good to me.

I'm free when you guys decide on-

- [doorbell ringing] - Eric!

- Uh, we'll talk, Tracy!

EVERETT: Eric !

- [doorbell ringing] - EVERETT: Yo, Eric! Eric!

ERIC: My bad, my bad! I'm comin'!

- Yo, Eric! - Yo.

Quick, five minutes.

- Where's your work shit? What are you wearing?

- I was just finishing an interview quick. What?

- Dawg, fuck this interview shit, bro!

You're a mover. Just move. Face it.

- There's gotta be more to life than moving, Everett.

You sound like Dad.

- You have an opportunity here, just move.

- Okay, and let me move, get changed.

Ten minutes.

[door thuds open]

- Yo, cro, ten minutes of your time. Come?

EVERETT: 'Kay, fuck. Lemme change quick.

TYCO: So, Everett, that's what I'm sayin',

you swing our guy Kaveh the loot,

he takes this dutty basement

into a dutty business and now you're rakin' in, what,

like 10, 20 Gs a month off the StayRover, easy.

- That's how much people are makin' off StayRover?

TYCO: Trust me, cro. CLOUDY: Absolutely.

Full renovation ting, a lot of passive income

and generational wealth. - Yeah.

- So, what am I holdin' there? That's my- that's my return?

TYCO: That's you and your investment, cro.

- Which is how much?

CLOUDY: [quietly] So, yo, right now I'm thinking...

maybe I'm [indistinct]...

- Why you guys whisperin'?

[Tyco and Cloudy murmuring]

- Bruh, how you leavin' out your potential investor?

BOTH: Six bands.

[dramatic music]

- Why you squirming, cro?

- Bro, six bands, one shot's kinda steep, no?

- You gotta spend bones to make bones, cuz.

- You gotta put your bread where your mouth is, cro.

- Then you gotta pitch in too, then, cuz.

- Nah, this is your crib.

- But yeah, you're always at the crib.

- This is your crib. I'm doin' you a favour.

- Man, what do you mean? How much are you puttin' in?

- Huh? - How much are you puttin' in?

- Cro, honestly, the presentation

was set up so we just pitched to you.

EVERETT: Bro, I have 2,500 max.

You guys figure out 2,500, we'll make Eric put in 1.

[tense music]

[Tyco and Cloudy murmuring]

BOTH: Bless.

TYCO: That's proper. CLOUDY: There we go.

[talking over each other]

TYCO: Man, I'm your fam.

- Why you sayin' I have 10 minutes?

What the fuck? Is this a loom meeting?

Yo, what the hell? Shazam on the pants?

- Yeah, yeah. - Love the pants.

- Holy, this is sick, bro.

- A lot of money, this one.

- Yeah, they're not cheap. - Everett get this one for me.

- Huh? - Yeah.

He buy it for me.

- Holy, man. - Dawg, what, they're not cheap.

What am I supposed to do?

- Well, like, why does...

You know?

- What? - Why?

What the fuck?

- Bro, I just signed a lease on a warehouse.

Shit's tight.

- You just showed us you had bread, cro.

What do you mean shit's tight?

- That's different loot. That's business loot.

- Okay, okay, I like dat. I like dat. Yeah, okay.

- Yeah, whatever, man. Let's just go see this warehouse, man.

- Alright.

CLOUDY: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, yo, yo, Eric, Eric.

You owe me a stack, eh?

- No, I don't. - No, yeah, you do, still.

- What? How?

- Bro, how about you run to the bank

and get me my mooch, nigga?

- Aren't you on house arrest, bro? Like, what?

- Alright, bro, you're lucky I'm on housie

'cause I'll come over dere and pack this yout'.

- Bro, your ankle's vibrating right now.

[buzzing noise]

- Fam, you gotta think like an investor, yo!

- That's not even real Burberry, bro.

[Tyco yells angrily]

CATHY: Kitchen comes with toaster, microwave, fridge,

coffee maker, water dispenser.

- This is bless.

CATHY: We've got foosball machine,

and all vending machines are free.

Uh, don't use the one on the end

if you have an allergy to peanuts or legumes.

ERIC: Bro, free soda?

EVERETT: I'm telling you, bro.

[all commenting excitedly]

- And... this is Shazzum!

EVERETT: Yeah, "Shazam."

- Just this?

- No, like, this and that, all the other stuff.

CATHY: Uh, well, everybody has access to outside this office,

then this room is exclusively for you guys.

- Wait, who's everyone?

- Everyone else who shares the used workspace.

- Shared?

[people talking in the background]

ERIC: Oh my God, bro.

EVERETT: I thought...

Call Carla.

EVERETT: Alright, new space, new contract, same rules.

Alright, we're stuck with Telegen for 15 years,

so pull your pants up for now.

It's a shitty fuckin' deal, I'm not gonna lie, but it's work.

- You say new space or no space?

- That's what I'm sayin'. - No space- I mean, fuck!

New space, Hassan. Fuck.

- And who's he?

ERIC: I was literally just about to ask that.

DOUG: What's up, guys? I'm Doug, or Dougie.

Doucher to my son.

But, uh, I worked for Gorman's out West,

and then they kinda ate a big old plate 'a shit

so now I'm here.

- Alright, well, welcome to the team and shit-

- I work hard, I love to, you know,

make plans and crush cans.

I got a pretty sick KDR ratio.

Um... I got my back if you got yours.

That kinda stuff.

- Carla, you do braid? - HASSAN: Mikey!

- My girl Deb actually went through a pigtail phase

when she retired.

- Carla got her vacation braid up. What?

- Your girl's retired? - Oh, yeah, man.

- Alright, Carla, update.

- Actually, it was the trip of a lifetime.

- Carla, work update. - Irie, irie, me got you.

- That's racist.

- Culture. - Yeah, that's also racist.

- Okay, so, uh, Telegen needs 25 computers

moved to storage, 25 cubicles dismantled,

and some files organized.

- Mm-hm. Alright, Ricky... What do you wanna do?

- Uh, I'll do the files, Everett.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- That's what you want? - Yeah, yeah.

- You guys smell gasoline, or...?

- [ominous music] - No one smells gas.

- Is there a prayer room?

- You can't just pray when you get back?

- No. - Alright, fuck.

Just find a room, make it quick, alright?

ERIC: What's up with Ricky getting the easy job?

EVERETT: Easy job?

- And these sick slushie suits. Like, they're pretty deadly.

EVERETT: Forget about the slushie suits right now.

They're on their way, bro.

- I asked about that this morning, actually.

- Wheels on the road. You guys are running late.

- Where're you goin'?

- I gotta figure out this tiny office shit.

[Eric kisses his teeth]

CARLA: Likkle more, likkle more. Move it, boys.

ERIC: Woke up at 5:00 AM for this.

DOUG: I hope so. Cracked a couple beers by 6.

- Oh my God.

Oh, he's swamped with the boxes.

- He's swamped, yeah. - This is crazy.

- This is it.

DOUG: There's like 10 people.

VERONIKA: Nine. We're goin' all AI.

- More like EI.

- So, we've been getting picked off one by one by one.

- Where is everybody?

- But it's fine. - We should probably start.

- [yawns loudly] - Um, okay!

So, who's packing computers and who's my file guy?

- I'll probably pack something, alright.

- No, no, not cool. - I'm the file guy.

I do the files.

[scanner humming]

VERONIKA: Okay, so, this is what we're workin' with

since Marino broke our big guy last week.

[shredder buzzing]

- Okay, that's good.

- So, this room has about 30,000 files,

and then whenever you're done

we'll move you on to the next one,

and that one's about 70,000.

- The... - Mm-hm.

And we've got a couple more rooms like this one.

RICKY: Wow...!

[quietly] Shit!

- 30,000, 70,000? - Yeah, give or take, yeah.

- Exactly just how long that one gonna take?

Because my boss, he gonna come pick me up after,

so I'm just want to understanding... for timing.

- No, no, sorry, you're not gonna finish this all today.

No. No, no, no. This will take months.

Telegen's got you guys for 15 years, right?

- Mm-hm. - Mm-hm!

- 15 years.

- That's plenty of time.

Alright?

- Go, file guy! - [chuckles] File guy!

ECHOEY VOICE: 15 years...

CATHY: Nope, I can't reverse a deposit after it's deposited.

- But it is literally in your back room.

- Nope.

- I realize he paid six months-

- Nope, nope.

- But he didn't realize it was a shared space.

- Nope.

- But we're barely through the first day.

- My hands are tied.

- Well if you would uncross your arms...

[Muzak playing in background]

- No.

- There is barely enough room in that likkle

fucking office to fit a bloodclaat chair!

- Carla? Are you dat? - Uh...

Hey, Mr. Saunders! What are you doin' here?

- Uh, just brought a new desk to say congrats

on the new office. Where's Everett?

- I'm not gonna lie to you, fam.

Day three of this Ramadan thing, man.

Fastin' is way harder than it looks, man.

It's killin' me.

- You just started. You just gotta lock in.

It's just a mental thing.

You just gotta push through. Grab a cable.

HASSAN: You can't just say it's a mental thing.

- Hold that.

- You don't know what it feels like.

- [sad piano music] - Bust, marved, parched,

all at the same time. Dyin', man.

- What else you gonna do, just chill all day?

- I mean, I'm workin'. I'm here.

- You're chillin', bro.

- Right, but you're doin' such a good job, you know?

- [piano music stops] - But yo...

- Yo, bruh.

- I'm gonna go pray, somewhere.

- [kisses teeth] What? - Yeah.

Don't worry, I'ma pray for the both of us.

- Quick, though, bro. Please.

- VERONIKA: [sighs] Aw, Eric. - [loud thud]

- Fuck, shit, fuck! Oh, sorry, you scared me there.

- Sorry. I was just reminiscing.

Eric Richards used to sit here.

- Oh.

[ominous music]

- Are you smelling bacon bits?

- No, but you know what?

I am actually sniffin' out a new job,

so if any of your departments are hiring right now-

- We are firing right now. - Ah... ah.

- Scaling down by expanding into...

[quietly] AI.

- Oh. Ow, fuck!

- Yep. - [cell phone pings]

- Oh! Not MT!

I don't wanna fire MT!

- Who's MT? - Marino.

MARINO: [laughs] I love it!

This job is the easiest job in the world!

- It's okay. I think he's drunk.

MARINO: [laughing]

I'm drunk half the time, and nobody knows it!

- Wish me luck. - Good luck.

- Hey, Marino. Hey. - Hey.

- Can I just borrow you in my office?

- Yeah, that's fine, that's fine.

Guys, I'll be right back. I'll finish this story, alright?

- Yeah, I mean, I know it's tight, but it's just like,

you know, a temporary office.

It's not like the "office" office.

It's the office before the office.

- So, you choose to rent a co-working space

and a likkle office? Or was that a mistake?

- No, yeah, that's all we need.

- So, why Carla down there cussin' out for the deposit?

- Oh, fuck.

Yeah, Carla. Carla fucked it up.

She just kinda jumped the gun and got this office space,

but I'm workin' on lining somethin' up.

I think, yeah, we got a spot.

- So if you can't handle that business,

how you gonna handle the rest of the business?

- Good, Dad. I'm handling the business good.

- [phone buzzing] - Look, big business call.

- Hmm.

- Trisha, talk to me.

TRISHA: [speaker phone] Yo, bitch.

You guys down for some bitch work for 3K?

- Alright, Trisha, we'll talk. - [hangs up]

You know how it is.

You fuckin'- you undercut the competition.

- [scoffs]

- Alright, I gotta go.

Excuse me.

Thank you for the desk.

- [laughs]

Oy!

- Come in, come.

Yeah, sit. Take a seat.

- [laughs] - Alright.

Well, sorry to call a meeting on such short notice, Marino.

- No, it's fine, it's fine. Is everything alright?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You were in Vegas?

- Yes. - How was it?

- Well, I don't remember too much of it.

- Uh-oh! - [both laugh]

- I remember some tequila necklaces.

- Yeah! - And some shots of scotch and...

- Oh, oh... ooh! - And then I was home.

- Yeah, was your- did your wife-

was your wife there? - No, she wasn't.

- Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.

- Yeah, she doesn't like comin' because I gamble too much.

- Oh. Ooh! - And maybe drink too much.

- Oh, yeah, well... it's Vegas, you know?

- You know what they say, what happens in Vegas-

- Stays in Vegas. - Excellent, excellent.

- So, you must miss her!

- Uh, not really.

- No? - No.

I see her quite a bit.

- But you're here so much.

- Love my job. Love being here.

Yes.

- You do? - Yes.

- Okay. [laughs nervously]

- [ominous music] - Okay.

Okay, okay...

- Um...

- Okay. Well... uh...

- What is this, Veronika? What- what is happening?

- God, I hate that they're making me do this.

- Who?

- You're being let go.

- What?!

That's bullshit! You can't do this!

- I'm so sorry, Marino. I totally understand.

- You know what? I made my bones here before you were born.

- Hold on. Okay?

Because I have something.

I think you're gonna like it...

Here, it's here.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Marino, Telegen thanks you for all your years

at the company.

[ominous music]

Thank you for your service.

- What is this? A fucking pin?!

Know what? Fuck your service!

I'll take my drink.

[door slams]

[beyond door] We're all fucked!

- [sighs]

Aah! Oh my God! Jesus!

- Sorry, my bad! Quick prayer break.

CARLA: [on phone] Yeah, this Cathy girl

is not budging on the deposit,

so consider all that money burned.

- Fuck!

Alright, man, fuck those motherfuckers, man.

I had some solid banter with Prince.

I'ma go return this van, get the money back,

and we're back up.

CARLA: Who the hell's Prince?

EVERETT: Prince!

- [banging on door] - Prince!

Prince! I need my money!

Fuck.

CARLA: [on phone] This one is only 2,000 a month

but it's half the size of our last warehouse.

- Carla, explain to me how that's supposed to work.

CARLA: I don't know! I wasn't the one who paid

six months' rent on an overpriced shared fucking space.

- Alright, fuck, just- Carla, just get it, man.

Just get it. Fuck it.

- Alrighty, Ricky, how we lookin'?

- Oh, I'm doing good, yeah!

Really, really good. Muy bueno.

[shredder buzzing]

- Hey. - Hey!

- Um...

Were those files scanned?

- Eh? Which one is that?

- [laughs nervously] Um, the ones...

the ones you just put through the shredder?

- Yeah, yeah, that one is shredding.

Don't worry. Yeah, relax.

- Yeah, I know, I know. But were those files scanned?

[ominous music]

- Yeah, I scan it. Of course! - Okay.

- You know me! - Yeah!

- Yeah! Come on! - Okay. Okay, good.

Telegen doesn't fuck around.

Mm-hm.

If they'd fire us like it's nothing...

they'd fire Shazzim in a heartbeat.

Mm-hm.

- Okay. - Okay!

- Okay!

- Okay, I think you're done for the day!

- Yes, perfect! - Okay. Bye, file guy.

- Yes, that's me! - Okay. [chuckles]

- I'm the guy!

- [chuckles] - RICKY: Woo-hoo!

- Hi, Everett.

- How was it?

- Yeah, man, it's a good day today.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- It's exciting. - Very!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - I'm excited, man, yeah!

- Okay, good. - Mm-hm.

- [sad piano music] - [clears throat]

Listen, I know you got a lot on your mind,

and with what we had to-

- Oh, no, no! - Yeah-

- I'm not thinkin' about that! - Yeah, no, no, no, me neither.

Me neither, me neither. You're right.

- It's okay. - I'm not thinking about it.

It is okay. I'm not thinkin' about that either.

You know, I was thinkin' about how hard

you've been working since you started with us and, uh,

I kinda feel like it's about time for Ricky to get a raise.

[sentimental music]

How 'bout a $1 pay bump?

- Ah... - You like that? Come on!

- You don't have to do that.

- Come on, Ricky! - Everett, come on.

- Come on, you got my back, I have your back.

- No, no, don't do that. It's okay, man.

- Come on, it's all your hard work, man.

- No, no, no. - Okay, I'll take it back.

- No, no, I'll still take it!

- Yeah, you fuckin'... - [laughing]

- Yeah, don't worry, man. That's all you, bro.

Oh, shit, man. Oh, fuck, Eric.

Be quiet about the raise, okay? Don't tell him.

- Yeah, I be quiet, yeah.

- What's good? What's goin' on, boys?

- What's happening?

ERIC: Holy, the super slushie bros, eh?

What are you guys talkin' about?

- Nothin', man. - Nothing, man.

- Huh?

- No, not talkin' about nothin'. - Just shooting, yeah.

Yeah, just... - I was just walkin' out,

you guys are laughin' and talkin',

I get in the car and it's just quiet now?

- Ah, we weren't talkin' about nothin'.

What, Ricky, we were talkin' about somethin'?

- We talk about nothing, Eric. Relax, man. Oh my gosh!

- All these questions, grillin' us out the gate.

What, bro? We're just having a conversation about work, bro!

It's nothin'.

RICKY: He's an investigator. Sorry. Wow, man.

- We're not talkin' about nothin'!

- On the case, this guy!

- Yeah, where's your fuckin' detective badge?

RICKY: [laughs] Relax, Eric!

- You guys are talkin', I get in the car,

you guys aren't talkin'.

It makes me think you're talkin' about

shit I shouldn't be involved in.

- We're talkin' about nothin'. It was just work shit.

- How you're saying you're talkin' about nothin'

but you're talkin' about somethin'?

You're saying you're talkin' about work.

That's somethin', no?

- It's a whole lotta fuckin' nothin'.

That's what we're talkin' about. Nothin'! Just work!

- You're clearly lyin' to your blood.

- I don't gotta tell you shit.

We're just talkin' about nothin'.

It's nothin' important. What do you mean?

- So, you're gonna lie to your blood?

- What do you mean?

- This is your bro or somethin'? Like, I don't understand.

- I don't understand what the fuck you're on about!

Dawg, we're not talkin' about anything!

It's nothing. It's nothing!

- Wait, what were you just talking about?

- Fuckin' work! It's nothing!

- So now you're talkin' about somethin'!

You're talkin' about fuckin' somethin'!

[red-tailed hawk call]

[Everett kisses his teeth]

- Everett, you think it's okay we go to Country Style

on the way or...?

- It's not the time to be asking that type of shit, Ricky.

I'm not gonna lie.

[Middle Eastern music playing]

[saw whirring]

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- Dawg, what the fuck, man? - KAVEH: Ahh!

- Oh my God.

KAVEH: Habibi ! Shabab !

Welcome to my palace! You like that?

- What the fuck is this?

KAVEH: Question...

Where you want me to put the furnace?

- What do you mean, where do you want me to put the furnace?

Dawg, where the fuck is my furnace?

- Man, it's just in the side.

- Yeah, why is it not inside the house?

Where's Cloudy?

- [sighs] I'm Kaveh.

Cloudy, he's called me.

He bring me here.

Wallah , this place is a piece of shit.

Your plumb is fuck.

- Now it is. - Yeah, and your electrical...

- [pull chain rattling] - Double fuck.

- It works. - It works.

- Barely. - Dawg, nobody asked you

to gut the fuckin' basement, bro!

- Cloudy, he say, "Go for it."

- Fuck what Cloudy says, bro, it's our house!

- It's gonna be amazing!

I'm gonna fix the electrical.

I'm gonna fix the wall. I'm gonna fix the insulation.

I'm gonna fix the frame. Brand-new copper pipe.

You like that?

- We already had that. - Yeah!

- Oh my God.

- But don't worry, I'm gonna fix the plumb.

- You said you ripped the plumbing out?

- Habibi , how bad you have to make shit?

- So, I did a day's worth of work...

- Bro, he's fuckin' crowning right now.

- I'm crowning. - Ooh...

- Me too. Turtling.

- Well, shit right here, man! - [ominous music]

- Okay, how about... Wednesday?

EVERETT: [echoey voice] Look at my auntie's basement, bro !

CLOUDY: [echoey voice] It's gonna be amazing!

TYCO: [echoey voice] What could go wrong, man?

[ominous music]

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[fire crackling]

[fire extinguishers whooshing]

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