All language subtitles for Party.Down.S03E06.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG.eng

We shall have time
to talk at large of all,

but never yet.

Incest and murder have
so strangely met

of one so young
and so rich in nature's store.

Who could not say,

'tis pity she's a whore?

- Mr. Pollard.
- Pollard!

- Whoo!
- Come on, teach.

- Let's go!
- Mr. Pollard!

Come on!

Okay.

Great job, guys.

You really, really did so good.

Yeah. Very good.

The lights were very tight,
you guys.

Really nice.

Nailed it, Meuse.

Nice job.

Thanks, Mr. P.

I almost didn't need
to use the cards this time.

Yeah, almost. Frank,
great job with the cards.

Cloris, excellent as always.

Thank you. I did have one note.

Yeah, there's
an old theater tradition,

no notes on opening night.

Riley.

Oh, my God.

Riveting performance.

I am so glad you didn't
quit the play.

What?
That never almost happened.

Yeah, yeah. Okay, everybody.

Great job.

Okay, there is kettle corn
and Sprite in the courtyard.

You guys got real Sprite?

No, no. We've got...

store brand!

- Yes!
- Yes.

Let's go!

Store brand! Yes!

Hey, guys, guys, guys,
they're coming.

Surprise!

Congratulations.
You were so great.

Evie, what is this?

Well, it's opening night,

and I wanted to give you
an opening night party.

Congratulations,
um, author, author,

and here.

I mean, this is great.

This is lovely.

Wait, do I have to work this?

Well, cheers.
That was the most incest

I've ever seen
in a high school production.

You're welcome.

And the most murders.

Yeah.

Are you gonna miss all this, teaching?

- Uh, yeah.
- Yeah.

- Here and there.
- Yeah.

Well, in a few months,
you'll be overseas,

slipping on the famous
gray jumpsuit

of Colonel Joffro Barlorian.

- Joffro?
- Ha-hey, hey.

Henry, bravo.

- Hey, Ron.
- Great show.

- Thank you.
- Oh, my gosh.

- Thanks.
- It had everything.

I mean, action, romance--

They were brother
and sister, so...

- Oh, they were?
- Ron, I'm liking the suit.

Oh, thanks, man.

I got Bisno Studio business
stacked end to end,

you know, affiliates luncheon,
vendors luncheon,

other luncheon, so no more
getting my hands dirty.

I'm above it all now.

This is what
an owner looks like.

- Ah!
- Hey.

Brother and sister, huh?

Hold on a second.

Gene Sliebs,
world's greatest lawyer.

What? What?

What? How could that happen?

Joffro?

Short for Joffroton.

- Come on.
- It's canon.

Man, an entire
billion-dollar company

came and went in one month?

Well, at least you get
your idea back.

No.

No, it's vanished
into a spreadsheet

on the computer
of some hedge fund lawyer.

It's gone forever.

Bummer.

Hey, did you hear that I killed
my Lost Boys callback?

Yeah, from you, but I thought

you said someone else
got the part anyway.

Yep, Dean Jammers.

But they found
an old tweet of his

where he said that James Bond
should only be played by a man,

and the Internet spoke:
canceled.

Talk about karma.

Two more of the, uh,
free real Sprites.

Coming right up.

I start Monday,

and my manager's coming to take
the call and do the deal.

Hey, great play, huh?
So romantic.

They were brother and sister.

What?

Oh...

Did you know that?

Yeah.

So you're trending
for faceplanting?

Congratulations, right?

Yeah.

Real big numbers,
lots of new followers too.

Sorry, I'm not totally clear
on what you do or how it works.

Yeah, so I got
my biggest numbers ever,

and now I just have to build
on this new audience somehow.

So fall down more stairs?

Well, I'm gonna make more dance
and affirmation content

while I'm trying
to cross over somehow.

What is that?

This is my ticket out of here.

I have an audition at Hauteur.

Hauteur?

The extreme dining spot
for celebs and finance bros?

Yeah. Morally not ideal,

but the extreme pricing
would give me access

to things I can only
dream about here:

sloth milk, vampire squid roe,

eagle.

This whole time, I have been
skimming Ron's budget

for my audition piece.

$2,000 worth of saffron

threaded over a core
of mentholated wasabi

in a pinecone reduction.

Floral earthiness to sinus
devastation in three seconds.

Thanks, Gene.
I will look into it.

No, it's not your fault. Okay.

Lucy, can you get those out?

Sackson, circulate.

Hi, Ron.

Aw, honey, I'm sorry I can't

be there with you tonight.

Oh, no problem.

I just had to decompress,
so here I am

back at the Meridian Campeche
Ayahuasca Resort.

Right, so I'm calling
because I spoke to my lawyer,

Gene Sliebs,
about some late bills,

and it turns out our vendor
invoices are not going to me,

but to a Gary Fiero.

Gary! My business manager.

Ah, he's a genius--

I think. I don't know anything
about business, so--

Sure, but the thing is--

It's time for your massage.

- Yes, yes, yes.
- Constance, the thing is--

Go ahead. I'm listening.

Thing is,
the bills should go to me.

Okay, and I was just wondering

if you knew what was up.

I'm sorry, Ron,
but as I mentioned earlier,

I have no understanding
of business.

I mean, you could
maybe ask Gary Fiero.

But ask him what?

Ask him why the bills
are going to him.

Wh-why the bills are going...

Barnabus, are you getting
all this?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Barna--

Ron, we'll get back to you.

Great, Constance.

Thank y--mm.

I'm-I'm trapped in a cartoon.

Sorry I missed the play.

Everyone's saying
it was so romantic.

How's Escapade?

Proms Away opened strong,

and now they've offered her
Madame Unusual.

- Hm.
- It's like a lady

who's also a wizard.

- Mm.
- Now we get to see

ol' Ted in action.

Oh, so she signed
with Ted Fine?

We both did. I'm meeting him

at the Red Lobster for a drink
after I help Kyle here.

Lydia, just in time. Okay.

This is the call.
They want me for Damian.

- Here we go.
- Ooh.

Okay, jeez,
I hope I still got it.

You got it, you got it,
you got it.

This is Lydia.

Okay, Gregory Rhodes
from business affairs,

for starters, you can shut
your ham flap

and stick that boilerplate deal
you're about to offer

up your sad anus.

Come on!

You're not talking to...

Mr. Pollard...

- Hey.
- ...this is so amazing.

Well, wait
till you see the cake.

Oh, there's cake.

Okay, everyone, party's over.

Oh, shit, Mittman.

The principal?

I thought you said
they were cool.

No, Principal Gordon's cool.

Vice Principal Mittman's

a hard-ass dickhead.

Come on, let's move it!

- Let's go.
- Hey, Marty.

- Ah.
- Hey,

didn't see you there.

Yeah, that's 'cause
I was home on my couch

with a Wild Turkey
and Guns of Navarone

when I got a call
about an alarm.

It's an opening night party.
It's a surprise for Henry--

So you just decided
to throw a party

on school grounds
with no permits or...

I didn't know that--

You needed authorization

to serve alcohol
on school grounds?

Well, yeah, now I can see
that that-that--

And you also hired
a catering company

to serve food
on school grounds--

fucking food!

You're saying food is worse
than the alcohol?

Clearly, you've never dealt
with the Food Service Union.

- Oh.
- Is that an offer

- or an ant's dick?
- Mackenzie!

I can't tell,
they're both so small.

Get your ass
off that bench and move!

I'm going easy on you, Pollard...

...'cause this is

your first play and all,
and you're probably

too clueless to know better,
so you're welcome.

Yeah, hi, Mrs. Gordon.

No, it's-it's nothing.
I'm taking care of it.

The worst.

- Are they all leaving?
- Yes!

- You okay?
- Yes!

I got it! I got it, baby!

- Whoo!
- Yes!

Oh, my gosh. Whoo! Yes!

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know anything
about food service unions.

I went to private school.

- Mr. Pollard?
- Hey, yo, Mr. P.

- Hey, guys.
- Hi.

So we have an idea to kind of,

like, keep the party going.

Okay.

Wait, so you want
to break back in?

You know, just for,
like, a afterparty thing.

I don't know,
Meuse has the keys

to the weight room
and alarm code.

I don't know. I--

I can get in big trouble.

You heard what he said
about the permits and stuff,

you know, and that's
huge liability stuff.

And I just got the company
back on track.

You know, I can't--
I'm sorry, I can't lose it now.

And he wasn't kidding

about the Food Service Union.

You know, they catch you
on their turf,

they will fuck your shit up.

Yeah. No, it's just,
you know, I just,

I don't know.
I got this acting job.

Might be my last chance
to hang out with the kids.

Henry, you got a gig?
You got a gig?

Oh, my--
and you buried the lede.

Come on, what did you--
what did you get, actor boy?

Ah.
Colonel Barlorian...

- What?
- ...of Star Saga.

That's amazing.
That's amazing.

- Yeah.
- You got Colonel Barlorian?

- Yeah.
- Colonel Barlorian is one of my

all-time favorite characters

in-in the Star Saga
extended universe.

- Really?
- Yes, man.

But he's just basically
like an administrator.

Yeah. He keeps shit running.

- O-okay.
- Okay, without him,

it all fuckin' falls apart.

Holy fuck, man. That's amazing.

So we're talking about, like,
a last hurrah kind of thing,

like, a... like, a...
like, a one last ride.

Yeah, I guess so.

Damn it. Goddamn it, Henry.

- You motherfucker.
- Yeah?

You know what?

- Fuck it.
- Yeah.

This is the Ron Donald...

- Fuck it, baby.
- ...I'm looking for.

- Let's do it!
- There he is.

What're we doing?
Tell me what to do.

Okay, so the library.

Yes.

- Down and dirty, DIY style.
- Yes.

This has theater party vibes.

What's the weirdest one
you had?

A theater camp cast party
of True West.

Two guys in a tent.

Awkward.

Hey, you wanna talk awkward?

I once slung d'oeuvres
at a wrap party

for the German touring company
of Starlight Express.

Just vodka and silence.

The premiere of Guyote,
the display coyote got lose

and cornered Robert Pattinson.

Oof.

- Oh.
- Hey.

Hey.

- All right.
- The wrap party

for Hardier Boys was amazing.

It was at Hauteur.

Every Jonas brother was there.

You've been to Hauteur?

- Oh, yeah.
- What's Hauteur?

Oh, it's this
super-exclusive restaurant

in a converted blimp hangar
in Carson.

Like, you can't get
a reservation.

They have to invite you.

The eagle was amazing.

Is it true you're
in the new Lost Boys reboot?

Oh, yeah.

I play, uh,
the bad boy vampire Damian.

I start Monday.

That is so cool.

Yeah, I know.

So much for the idea
of justice in the universe.

He's back on top,
and my best idea

is lost forever.

So come up with a new one.

That one took me ten years.

So start now.

What, just start over, again?

Not start over. Continue.

The struggle never stops.

Persevere.

Hard sci-fi's very conceptual.

New ideas
don't just grow on trees.

Ooh! Okay, a guy realizes
that he's actually a robot.

Uh, Blade Runner.

See?

Wait, that guy was a robot?

Yes.

Hey, uh, Mr. Pollard.

It's Vice Principal Mittman.
He's back.

Mittman.

That fuckin' guy.
I thought he left.

So do we evacuate?

- Shit.
- I'll deal with him.

No, Ron, come on.

Now, come on, Henry,
okay, this is your swan song

before you're off
on your new chapter, okay?

Let me deal with this jockamo.

I don't want you to get
in trouble.

Little ol' me? You see,

I'm just
a catering company owner

who's doing a sweep
after an event.

That's all I'm doing, okay,
so just wait for my all clear.

Thanks, Ron.

All right.

Well, now we, uh...

...we let the kids have
a little fun.

Oh.

Ooh-ooh-la-la, check it out.

Hey, what's a swan song?

Is it what it sounds like,

or is it, like,
symbolism or something?

Oh, shit, shit. Oh, shit.

Hey, Constance.

Thank you so much
for calling back.

Of course, Ron.
So I talked to Gary.

He said,
and I'm paraphrasing here

because I don't
understand business...

- Uh-huh.
- ...at all,

- but long story short...
- Right.

...I own the majority stake
in the company and--

What?
You own the majority stake?

How could this happen?

Well, apparently your lawyer,
um, Janae?

Gene. Gene Sliebs!

Well, he filled out
the forms wrong.

Oh, shit. God, that's it.

Okay, Constance, could-can...
c-can you just get back

to Gary Fiero
and fix this mistake?

Oh, God. I'm sorry, Ron,
but my ayahuasca's kicking in.

- Ah.
- Ooh.

I got to get back to you.

Damn it.

Why, why, why?

Why, indeed?

Looks like you could use
some of this.

It's good shit.

Mm. I knew you were an actor.

I just never realized
you were such a theater dork.

Mm. Yeah.

- Yeah.
- I mean, like,

Kyle probably decided
he should be an actor

'cause he was
the handsomest guy in his town.

- Jack.
- But I was with them.

Got it.

I can see it, oh, my God.

Teen Henry is
bald cap Willy Loman,

crushed by the American Dream.

Oh, those were the days.

None of the bullshit
and the shitty auditions

and constant rejection.

- Agent never calling.
- Hm.

It's just the company
and your craft,

and if you're lucky, you get
buzzed at the cast party

and make out
with Blanche Dubois.

- Ooh, I can see the appeal.
- Yeah.

You know, if you wanted
to get even luckier,

we could wrap this up
and head back.

Eh, I think we give it
a little more time.

I mean, if we're gonna do this,

it's kind of a last hurrah
for everybody, so...

If we're gonna do this?

Uh, when.

- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So he wrote the names
backwards?

Gene tries, you know.
He's just... not good.

But you're lucky.
You're the principal.

You're the boss.

Oh, vice principal.
I'm bad cop.

Oh, yeah, hard-ass.

Yeah.
The principal, Mrs. Gordon,

can be groovy, the cool one,

you know, doing the nicknames

and the dunk tank
at the fun fair.

What a good sport.

Ah, it is fun
when they do that.

Meanwhile, I'm stuck handing
out suspensions and detentions

and yelling at the fuck-ups
to get their shit together--

except Principal Gordon's kid.

He's off-limits.

- Oh, he's a fuck-up?
- Oh, I got him on shit

that would get him expelled.

They never let you do
the-the dunk tank?

They let me do it once.

But no one bought tickets.

The kids would just walk up
and push the button,

and in I'd go.

You know, I should have
just stayed a teacher.

Kids liked me then.

Hey, Marty, Marty, look at me.

Without you, I would not be
where I am today, okay?

All those fuck-ups who you told
to get their shit together?

I was one of them.

What?

Let me show you something.

Oh, you don't have a foot.

No.

No, that's my old party buddy,
Kevin Cathcart.

He got high
and he crashed a van,

and this could've been me,

you know,
if not for Mr. Duddis,

vice principal,
James Rolf High.

And I'll never forget
his words.

He said, "Ron,

stop being such a fuck-up
all the time."

And that turned you around.

- Yep.
- So that's--

Yeah, I mean,
I partied, you know,

pretty hard for the next 10,
12 years, but...

...then I kind of got

my act together, you know,

and then I-it went
a little sketch after that,

but then, um,
I straightened myself out,

you know, for a couple
of years, and then

- kind of went sketch again...
- All right.

...for just a little bit,
like a month or so.

And that time, it seemed like
it could go either way.

And then I straightened out,

and then I stayed
straightened out,

and now, Marty,
I own my own business.

But then your lawyer put
the wrong names.

Yeah, well, I'll fix that.

But it was all thanks
to a vice principal.

So thank you.

You're welcome.

- Good luck, Ron.
- Oh, thanks, Marty.

- Good night.
- Yeah.

What's going on over there?

N-nothing.

Ah. N-nothing.

Oh.

Everyone's taken over
by aliens.

Body Snatchers.

A drug where you end up

in someone else's
consciousness.

Three Stigmata
of Palmer Eldritch.

Space travel depends
on a rare--

Dune.

Look, we got to face facts
here, Norman--

- Frank.
- Frankly,

there's no ideas left.

I had the last one.

Everything from here on out
is just reboots of reboots

until the end of time.

So my TV process is,
I do a deep study of my sides,

and then I study
the call sheet--

Wait, wait, hold on.
What's a call sheet?

Oh, I just got mine for Monday.
Do you want to see?

So it's just, like,
a sheet, you know.

They list the different scenes
of the day, who's in them.

Cool. Wait, what are
these little numbers?

Oh, they give each actor
a number,

like, in order of importance.

You're number seven.

Oh, Damian should be,
like, one or two.

He's the bad boy.

You looking for Damian there?

Um, Kyle Bradway, that's you.

Right?
Damian Senior, number seven.

Damian Senior?

Oh, shit.

I'm the dad?

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Yes.

I needed this.

I really did.

Whoa, guys, what is going on?

What--come on.

What are we doing, you guys?

- Marty, Marty, Marty--
- Well, Pollard, you are

determined to have a little
cast party, aren't you?

- I'm impressed.
- Okay, Mr. Mittman--

Are you in trouble, Mr. P?

Should we clear out?

Mr. P.

They used to call me Mr. M.

Okay.

- Oh, Riley!
- Riley.

Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Mittman.

How you doing, Riley?

A little wobbly,
but the fundamentals are sound.

All right.

Little too much fun?

I tried some champagne.

Guess it kind of
snuck up on me.

Yeah, that's why I never
touch the stuff.

Just milk for me, please.

Well, hey, you know,

you did great
in your first play tonight,

so I understand if you're
a bit too exuberant.

Really, you...
you've got it, kid.

Look, I've never...

been so proud,

and I look forward
to your next performance.

Looking forward to it?

Yeah.

Aren't you, like, leaving?

Where'd you hear that?

Just some of the kids
were talking about it,

like it's your swan song.

Is it true?

Maybe, but, you know,
I'm not the point.

You are the one
with the talent.

You can do anything
you set your mind to.

Right. If I feel okay,
can I go back in?

Sure.

Just maybe no more champagne.

Wow, uh...

guess the cat's out of the bag.

That probably wasn't how
you wanted to break the news.

- We should probably get back.
- Mm.

Yeah, they're probably
all buzzed and making out.

I hope so.

♪ My answer, ah, ah ♪

♪ Yeah, to all
That use me stuff ♪

♪ I, I, I, I,
I want to spread the news ♪

They're having fun.

♪ That if it feels this good ♪

♪ Getting used ♪

♪ Oh, you just
Keep on using me ♪

Oh, my God.

Mittman plays guitar?

Yeah.

He's actually
a really cool guy.

♪ Ooh, baby, baby,
Gotta use me up ♪

♪ Baby, baby, use me up ♪

So good.

I know that song's a little
before your time, kids,

but the message remains valid.

Don't let the man use you up.

- Whoa.
- Aw, man.

Principal Gordon.

Mr. Pollard,
what's going on here?

- Yeah, um--
- So, Marty,

you tell me this is dealt with,

and then I get a call
from the janitor?

I thought it was.

Okay, you kids, I need you
to clean this place up.

You two, my office.

Uh, sure, yeah.

Uh, oh, I-I'm just gonna go.

Don't say anything,
don't say anything.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God. Wait, is that--

oh, no!

Mm. Mm. Mm.

I can smell!

I can smell again!

I'm cured!

Oh, baby!

...whether you know
about it or not.

So see me Monday after school,
okay, Pollard?

Yeah.

Marty.

Shit.

You're fired?

Henry, I'm sorry.

No, it's not your fault.

Whole mess was my idea.

Well, at least you have
something lined up.

Hey, let's get out of here.

Let's go somewhere.
Let's just get properly drunk.

I might wait,

try and talk to Gordon again.

To Gordon? About...

About keeping my job.

And not go away, as in...

Stay here.

And not go to Tunisia,

and not play Colonel Barlorian
in Star Saga,

and not go with me?

I thought this was
what you wanted.

It was.

Right? Sorry, I'm confused.

I mean, there was a time
I'd have killed

to go off to Tunisia
and play Colonel whatever--

Barlorian, Joffro Barlorian.

But that didn't work out.

Right.

And I started over, and...

...I don't know,
I mean, this is amazing.

It's like a dream come true.

- You know?
- Don't say fairy tale.

But I have a life here,

and I don't think
I can start over again.

Well, we should, um...

get your job back.

Let me just...
let me talk to her.

- No, Evie, you don't have to--
- No, no, no.

I mean, I'm sad about this,
but I'm not a villainess.

Well, it's just that
it didn't go so hot last time.

No, I got this.

- Hi, Principal Gordon, if--
- Actually, Pollard,

disregard what I said earlier.

We'll just call this
a warning.

I'll see you Monday as usual.

- Wh--
- Her dumb kid.

All the shit she covered up,

I was like, "Uh, I got photos
and security videos,

"and I have the
superintendent's phone number.

You're not telling me
what to do."

Plus, I figured you should
probably keep your job.

You're a pretty good teacher, Pollard.

You remind me of a young me.

Well, there's that.

- Evie, I'm sorry--
- Don't be.

I get it.

You're doing
what's right for you.

I'm doing what's right for me.

And maybe in a couple years
I'll have an indie,

and I'll rope you back
into acting...

- Mm.
- ...if you're interested.

A Far Cry Two.

A Far-er Cry?

I have two months.

I mean, I'm not leaving today.

Yeah.

Let's make it count.

Sure.

No reason you can't
come by after, right?

I don't know,
sometimes I wonder

why I don't fire Gene Sliebs.

Oh, well, why don't you?

Just...

he did me a favor once.

Well, then who owns
the company?

Uh, to be honest,
I have no idea.

Food Service Union.

They really will fuck you up.

Well, no regrets.

I knew the risk.

So in the script where it said,

"Better watch
what you're saying, son,"

it meant his actual son.

What'd you think it meant?

Well, I thought it meant, like,

"Better watch
what you sayin', son."

I mean, come on, it's like,
think I could play a dad?

You think you've got problems.

My new followers just want
to see me get hurt.

Do you know how to fall
down a flight of stairs,

like, on purpose?

Yeah. Just commit.
You got this.

Oh.

It's Constance.

Constance, hey.

- Hey, thank God.
- Ron, so good news.

I finally have some clarity
on this whole situation.

Oh, great.

It's like, time is a sphere.

- Wh-wh-what?
- It doesn't really exist!

No, Constance, did you talk
to Gary or-or what?

Hey, Lucy.

Sorry Ron ate
your saffron ball.

Just make a new thing.
Get a new idea.

Persevere, yada yada.

Yeah.

I guess maybe you're right.

Right,
because you were right...

when you told me that.

Thanks, Roman.

Okay.

...human anymore,

and-and I couldn't
remember my name--

Constance, did you talk
to Gary, or wh-what happened?

Ron, if you only knew
what a lie everything is--

- Constance!
- What a lie.

- Who owns the company?
- Oh, Ron.

- Who owns the company?
- We'll never know,

and it doesn't matter.

Constance,
who owns the company?

Just keep the buffet stocked

and the affiliates happy.

Any requests from talent come
through me and my staff.

Your people are not
to interact with talent.

- You got it?
- Got it. Seen but not heard.

Not even seen.

It'll be like
we don't even exist.

- Excellent.
- Okay.

Can you believe it, Henry?

Finally,
a Hollywood industry gig.

I mean, I feel like things
are turning around.

Yeah, my English students
are doing their reading.

My ex-wife hasn't called.

You know, I was checking out
the cheese layout.

Ice-T's assistant says
I look like an old Zac Efron.

Zac Efron!

Tell your theater kids that.

It's just
the inspiration we need

for the State
Thespian Conference.

Oh, State Conference
sounds big.

Yeah, we're premiering
Medea there next month.

- The kids are super excited.
- Wait till you tell 'em

that your boss met
Ice-T's assistant.

Now don't forget your headset.

This is Party Down 2.0--
wireless.

Sackson, do you copy?
Come on-come on, man,

you got to have your headsets
on at all times.

Uh, ma'am, excuse me,
sorry, y--

- Holy shit.
- Holy shit.

- Casey?
- What are you do--

- You work here?
- I thought you were

- in New York.
- I was.

I mean, part-time,
just for alimony.

- Oh, shit, sorry.
- It's okay.

Um, yeah, I'm not... I am...
I am in-in New York.

I'm just here for this junket
for my show.

Oh, yeah, right,
The Stabilizer.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Uh, how's that going?

It's so terrible.
I fucking hate it so much.

Oh, no. Oh, no.
- Yes, like, with every fiber

of my being.
I want to drink all of this

and blow the entire thing up.

- Sorry
- Just ruin everything.

Miss Klein.
Oh, Miss Klein.

Take this.

Is there anything
that you-you need or--

No, I just was looking, uh--

Because, you know,
they said after last time,

just one drink,
and that's all--

All right. That makes it--I...
you know,

you get buzzed, call a producer
a sex pest one time--

And I distinctly told
your superior

that waitstaff is not
to interact with talent.

- Right. Yeah, of course.
- Wow.

I'm sorry for, uh,
interacting, ma'am.

Sure. That's not necessary.

Henry and I,
we used to work together.

- We're old friends.
- Interesting.

Great. Well, you got to...

Okay. Anyway, great to see you

- again.
- Yeah, you-you too.

We should definitely
hang out...

- Yeah.
- ...next time I'm in town.

Okay.

Which will be very soon,

because I'm about
to quit this fucking thing.

Thanks.

Uh, yeah. Okay.

Roman, Roman,
do you copy?

God, it won't work
if I'm the only one on comms.

Hey, guess who I saw
in the hall.

Casey Klein.

Casey Klein!

I was not expecting that.

- Yeah, me neither.
- Sackson,

do you have eyes on Roman?

Roman.
Roman, get on the goddamn--