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Sold to paddle 42.

the Wassily Kandinsky,
"Gewebe."

Work on paper.
Starting at 360,000.

360.
Do we have 380?

380 to the gentleman
in the front.

We have 380,000 now,
ahead of you.

Do we have 400?

400,000 in the back.

Shit.

420 now...

and 440...

and 460.

We have 480,000.

Do I hear 500?

$500,000!

520 in the back.

540.

560--

and 580,000.

600,000!

- What are you doing?
- Shopping!

- What--stop!
You're overpaying.

- 620!
- Don't tell me what I'm doing!

- 640!
- 660!

- 680!
- Uh, sir, madame,

I will call the prices.

- Oh, stay out of it!
- We got it!

800!

- Are you nuts?
It's a work on paper.

- Eight...
- Oh, my God.

Hundred thousand dollars.

Last chance at 800--

- Sold--to me!

- You don't even like
Kandinsky.

- Neither do you.
- Well, tastes change.

Victoria didn't want a ring.
She wanted that Kandinsky.

- Oh, you're...
- Yeah.

- Whoa!

- Well, congratulations.
- Thank you.

- So are you two
gonna have a registry,

or is it just
the Metamucil website?

- Does Ovaltine

- make a wedding cake?
- All right.

- You two gonna allow
the Rascal scooters

- on the dance floor?
- All right, all right.

I get it.

Now my fiancée
isn't young enough for you.

- No, no,
it makes perfect sense.

I mean, you're a history buff.

You know, she can give you

a firsthand account
of the Civil War.

Okay.

- No, you're right.
I-I don't like Kandinsky.

But I do like leverage.

Oh, here we go.

I'll give it to you...

in exchange for the main stage.

- Deborah,
you're not gonna get--

- Just for one night
to film my special.

Oh.

You know,
you could've rented something

even better than the Palmetto

for much less
than that fucking painting.

- I know,
but I want the Palmetto.

I don't like
the way I went out.

I want a chance to do it again.

I know that it's occupied now,

so it's probably
a really tall order.

Sure.

I'll make it happen.

Thanks.

- You know, I would've given
you the Palmetto

if you just asked.

Yeah, sure.

You should see
if the caterer'll give you two

a discount if dinner's served
by 4:00 p.m.

- You know, Early Bird Special.
- This again.

- Are you done?
- No.

Pretty nice, right?

Whoa, two sinks.

And you can see the
fake Eiffel Tower from here.

It's the last unit available.

I got a hookup
with the manager.

Look at all this.

I could have a dinner party.

All I need is, like,
one single friend.

Relatable.

And I know you're taking
a loss on your condo in L.A.,

but you get so much more
for your money here.

- Yeah, well,
this is really nice,

but I think the one
that's closer to Deborah's

might make more sense.

- The one with
the open-concept bathroom?

Yeah.

- Maybe don't make
your life worse

to be ten minutes closer
to Deborah's.

- Well--

Oh, sorry.

- Oh, um--
- Oh, take it.

Oh...

- Hello?
- Ava, hey.

- Sorry for the random call.
- No worries.

- How are you?
- Good.

I actually
have a question for you.

So the girl
who was gonna do punch-ups

for me on my pilot
can't do it anymore.

So I was wondering,
do you have any interest?

- Oh, shit.
That's so nice of you.

And thank you, but...
I'm working for Deborah,

and I'm already back in Vegas.

- Ri--I totally get it.

But this is just a one-week
gig, nothing permanent.

We could have you back there
in no time.

Oh, um...

- I think
you'd be great for it.

- Could I, uh, maybe think
about it?

- Sure.
I'll email you the dates, okay?

Okay, thank you.

- Okay, bye.
- Bye.

- Yep.
Oh, yes, I get that.

All right, well, um,
you know what?

Life is short,
and life is long.

So, hopefully
our paths cross soon.

Okay, take care.

Bye.

- Motherfucker!
- Oh, good, you're off.

Which wallpaper do you like
for our new office?

This one's
technically wrapping paper,

but it's beautiful.

- Okay, we need clients
to justify having an office,

and we just lost another one
to Janet Stone.

- She's poaching everybody.
- Cunt!

Okay, partner,
what's the play?

- You know what? I'm just gonna
fucking call her.

- Yeah, do it.
I love this side of you.

- Okay.

- Ah, Jimmy.
I was waiting for your call.

But I don't have time to talk
because I'm going down

your client list one by one,
you piece of shit.

- Okay, you know what, Janet?
You listen to me. I'm--

- Hi, Janet! Kayla Schaeffer
here, you dirty bitch.

- Oh, my God.
- You know, me and you

can swing around
our big dicks all day,

but the fact of the matter is--

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah, she's fucking us
up the ass, no lube,

not even giving us
a little courtesy tug

before she jams her cock
in our guts.

What is wrong with you?

- Should we get lunch?
- Yeah, I'm starving.

You're hangry.

- So we closed
on Elaine's directing deal,

but she apparently doesn't fly,

so she's asking
that we reimburse her for gas.

Also, her rider is just
jelly beans and Dulcolax.

- Are you sure about her?
- Please.

When men are quirky,
they're eccentric geniuses.

When women are quirky,
they're jailed.

- Is that what's going on here?
She's just quirky?

God, I fucking hope so.

Oh! I got the Palmetto.

Amazing.

So I guess
the auction went well.

- Yes, it did.

- But Marty
seems to have lost his mind.

He's getting engaged
to that elderly French woman.

- Oh, did he get her a ring
or a Life Alert bracelet?

I know! I thought
he only proposed to women

whose hair was still steaming
from a flat iron.

Well...

Don't give me that look.

- That wasn't real.
- The diamond was real.

- We were drunk and in Monaco,
for Christ's sake.

Even if he was serious,

I had to prioritize
my business.

You can understand that.

I certainly can.

- Previously
on "The Amazing Race"...

Deborah?

- Oh, hi.
Come on in.

So I got a call

about a punch-up gig
that's a week long.

I was gonna say no, but Jimmy
thinks it's a great credit,

and it might be fun,
but, obviously,

I would never let anything
interfere with our work.

But it's just a week,
so I'd be back super quick.

- Why are you standing
so far away?

- Just to be
out of slapping range.

- What are the dates?
- Well, it starts the 20th.

And it's only a week.

- Oh, I just booked
the Palmetto for the 24th

- for the taping.
- Oh, God.

Never mind then.
Of course I'm not taking it.

Jesus, can you imagine
if I missed the taping?

No. God, no.

You should do it.

- What?
No way.

- You've seen the show
200 times.

It's ready.
The hay's in the barn.

It's--it's fine, really.

Well...

thank you.

- But only if you're sure.
- I'm sure.

And you should stay at my house
while you're there.

- Oh, thanks,
but I actually ran into my ex

when we were in L.A.,
and we've been texting,

so I think I might
stay at her place.

Oh...

Oh, speaking of houses,

I finally got a place here,
and it's ten minutes away.

- Oh, great.
I'll tell my lawyers--

one more asset
for them to go after.

It's just a rental, so...

Oh, sorry to hear that.

- You know, I actually think
we would do really well

on "Amazing Race" together.

Hmm.

- I could never fly coach.

- We'd make up time, though,
on the puzzles.

100%.

- And cut!

- All right, that's a cut.
- That's a cut!

- Her purse strap
fell in that one.

- Oh, it's okay--we can cut
around that, I think.

Ava, oh, my God, that blow was
so much better--thank you.

- Oh, good, and if you
can convince the network

to get on board with incest,

I actually have an incest joke
that helps the story a little.

This is funny.

- Okay, let's go again.
- Goin' again.

- Let's roll sound.
- Rolling!

- Hey, can you run this alt
to Gillian?

Copy that.

Ms. Vance?

Someone here to see you,
a manager.

- Oh, yes, thank you, Davis.
Show them in.

- Deborah!
- Janet.

- H-hey.

Wow, interesting vibe.

- Yeah, Mr. Ludwig
did a bit of a reno.

Wish it wouldn't be
so on the nose

for me to burn it down.

Well, I don't want to keep you.

I just wanted to pop in
and say, "Have a great show."

- Thank you.
I really need it to work.

Oh, it will, and...

we don't have
to, um, do this now,

- but you know why I'm here.
- Right.

Listen, I love Jimmy.

I think he does really well
in this business,

especially for a man
under 6'1".

- But he's not cutthroat.

Yeah, well, he's a sweet kid.

- Sure, but he doesn't have
the resources

to support you on his own.

Think about it.

As good a saleswoman
as you are--

and you are fucking lava--

without the QVC machine
behind you,

would you be able
to sell as many products?

You're not wrong.

- Oh, anyway,
I-I don't want to distract you.

But I think
we should talk after.

I've got some big ideas.

Okay, sure.

- That's what I want to hear!

All right! You're gonna kill it
out there, girl.

Ah, thanks, Janet.

- No, your bikini wax
is not a company write-off.

- It was just the back.
- Kayla.

Okay, fine, but my trainer

said that anything
can be a write-off

if you just think about
business while it's happening.

- That is absolutely not true.
You need to fire that person.

- No way.
She's a write-off.

- Jimmy.
How was your trip in?

Were you able to get
a good seat on the Greyhound?

- Ha ha.
For your information,

I'm actually
United Premier Platinum,

and I had a delicious
in-flight bistro box,

- thank you very much.

Okay, little miss fuck stick,

what in the name
of the Devil's uncut dick

- are you doing here?
- Oh, my God.

- Same as you.
I'm here for Deborah's taping.

We just had a lovely chat.

She's so sweet.

- I know.
- Hmm.

Told you I was going
down your client list.

And I finally got to the Vs.

Enjoy the show.

Nice ass, by the way, bitch!

- Kayla!
- What?

It's--She's gorgeous.

Here we go.

- Well, hello.
- Hey, Jimmy.

I-I'm kind of
in a pre-show mode.

Can we catch up after?

- Of course, yeah.
Um...break a leg.

Thank you.

- She means both of us.
Come on.

- Excuse me. Excuse me!
- Oh, excuse me!

- VIPs coming through.
Check the pass.

- Why can't we go down
the other aisle?

- Because we're VIPs
and people need to know.

- Oh, I like your jumpsuit, girl.
- This don't make no sense.

Okay, here we go.

I want you to get B-roll
of the crowd filing in.

Oh, wait, wait.
Hold on.

I-I forgot my contacts.
I can't see shit.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh.

- I'm kidding! You guys
are so fucking serious!

- Oh, my God.
- It's a comedy show!

You wouldn't have lasted a day
with Andy Kaufman.

He ran my dog over as a bit,
and I loved it.

Okay!

- Ladies and gentlemen,
please take your seats.

The program will be starting
momentarily.

- If you think about it, our
seats are way better than hers,

'cause it's, like, center--
we have a bird's-eye view.

- Hmm.
- You know?

- I'm so sorry, sir,
but there's no outside drinks

- in the theater.

Oh.

- Casino comps me this ticket.
That's the way they treat you.

- Bullshit, right?

- Should've seen
Criss Angel again.

Not a good time.

Hey.

- Wha--
what are you doing here?

- Oh, I left
that punch-up gig early.

Well, I forgot I had tickets
to Cirque du Soleil,

and it's the weird sex one,

so I really don't want
to miss it.

- But I'll probably watch
your taping first,

you know,
since I'm here anyway.

I'm glad you are.

Me too.

This dressing room is ass.

- Okay, showtime.
Everybody ready?

Kill the houselights.

Bobby, frame up, please.

- Whoo!

- Okay, "A" camera,
let's settle in for the wide,

and, Sal,
let's bring out our girl

in three, two, one,

rock and roll.

Ladies and gentlemen,

returning to the Palmetto
for one special night,

please welcome to the stage

the one, the only
Deborah Vance!

Wow, thank you.

It's true.
It's true.

Yeah, and, of course, it's hard
to lose a husband and a sister

at the same time.

But it makes
Christmas shopping way easier.

And I don't--I don't excuse
what they did.

But in some ways, there really
was nowhere else for them to go

except toward each other...

because it was all about me
and my career.

There was no space
left in my marriage

or in my relationship
with her...

anywhere.

That's what I do.
I take up too much space.

I did it back then,
and I still do it today.

I take up space
in every room I'm in,

on my tour bus,
on the icons float

at the Vegas Pride Parade.

But, you know,
I love taking up space,

which is painfully ironic,

because as
we've established here,

I am
a high-functioning anorexic.

- Johnny, you read my mind.
Stay right there.

Push in, slow...

slow.

Not that slow, buddy.

Yeah, bingo.
You got it.

Damn, I'm good.

- And that same year,
the Vatican came after me,

because they said
I called the Pope a pedophile

on national television.

I-I didn't.

I called him a pedophile-phile

because he loves
being around pedophiles.

It's different.
It's different.

- Oh, hey.

- Yeah, so then...
- Hey, you--you all right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- My sponsors started
pulling ads from my tour.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- What's the matter?
- Hey, sir.

Everything okay?

- He's seizing!
- Oh, shit.

- He needs help. Call 911.
- Oh, Jesus. Okay.

Has anyone called
the paramedics?

Has anyone called for help?

Somebody call the paramedics!

- What the fuck is going on
down there?

Sal, talk to me.

John, go get the medic.
Go get the house medic.

Tara, do not turn
the houselights up.

- It'll be all right.
It'll be all right.

I'm sure they're on their way.

- Down here.
- Okay, here they come.

Shit!

- It's all right, everybody.
I-it's all right.

He's--he's being taken care of.
They'll take care of him.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Not to worry--

we got trained professionals
taking care of him now.

He's in good hands.

Everybody stay calm.
Please stay in your seats.

Just--please.

- Check the pupils.

- Yeah, I'm getting--dilated.
- What's the reading?

- Is he okay?

- I'm calling it--
8:47.

It'll be all right, yeah.

- He's okay!
He's okay, folks!

Oh!

How 'bout that?

Thank God!

All right, we're back, baby.

Okay, I need a close-up on C
and a refill.

Bobby, finally,
a frame I could use.

Welcome to the show.

- Thank God.
Thank God.

Yeah, not the first man
who's faked his own death

to get away from me.

- Not the first.
- I'm so glad he's okay.

- No. Dead.
Absolutely dead.

- Anyway, so my sponsors start
pulling their ads...

- Oh, my God.
You crushed.

- That was amazing.
- It got scary for a minute.

And I'm just, uh,
so glad that man is okay.

Yes. I am as well.

Yeah.

Your dad would be proud of you.

Wow.

Thank you.

- Whoo!
- Great show.

- Deborah, girl!
- Hey!

Think they liked it!

Deborah, a triumph!

It is gonna cut
like butter, baby.

- Oh, thank you, honey.
Champagne?

- No, I got Clamato.
- Okay, all right.

- Whoo!
- Cheers! Whoo!

- Whoo!
Bravo, Deborah!

Not news to me,
but you are a star.

Handled the right way,
this can be huge for you.

- I think it will be handled
the right way,

because I have excellent
representation with Jimmy.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- So thanks for coming
all the way out here,

but I think
it's time for you to go.

- And just so you know,
I'm sticking with Jimmy, too.

- I don't know who you are.

- And guess what, sweetie.
You're never gonna!

- Well, no,
I would like for her--

You will not know her!

- I would like for her
to know who I am eventually.

- Oh, there you are.
Aren't you coming in?

Yeah, yeah.

I was just taking a second.
But you did great.

They loved you.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

I mean...
it was kind of hard to hear.

You know?

I-I just--I can't believe
you never told me

any of that before, you know?

It was one thing
to find out all that stuff

about you and Dad--
it's another thing

to find it out
with 3,000 other people.

- Yeah, I don't know why
it's always been easier for me

to tell things to strangers.

- Well, therapy's just talking
to one stranger in private.

- Well, my insurance
doesn't cover it.

What can I tell you?

- Yeah, well,
it's not as expensive as IVF.

- Oh, yeah.
How's that going?

- Good.
Good, you know?

Three weeks out
till our next round.

Although, I don't know,
seems like being a parent--

pretty tough.

I-I always thought
that you just didn't even try.

But after tonight,
I'm finding out you did try

to be a good parent,
and you still fucked it up.

So I'm kind of scared
that I'm going to, too.

You will.

It's impossible not to.

But it's worth it.

Hey, look, I wore
a good-luck charm tonight.

Oh, my God.

That's a D'Jewelry 2019.

- It's gonna be in the special.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

It turned my wrist black,
sweetie.

- Oh, that's--that's
really good for you.

That's the iron.

- Uh-huh.

- I mean, I think news bloopers
are funny, you know?

Okay, can we go out tonight?

- Sure.
- I'm down.

- Yeah, I want
to get fucked up.

- Wow.

- Okay. Sure.
- Okay.

- Wait, where's Marcus?
- Oh, I don't know.

He said
he had to go see someone.

Hi.

Hi.

- Sorry for the random stop-by.

Is everything okay?

- Yes.
Yes, everything's fine.

- Wait, doesn't Deborah
have, like, a big show tonight?

- She does,
but I don't have to be there.

I was hoping
that we could talk.

Sure.

But I should let you know
that I am seeing someone.

- Good.
That's good for you.

That's--

I obviously was not ready
for a relationship.

- Yeah.

- Well, I'm down to talk as
friends, if that works for you.

- Honestly, I think
that's exactly what I need.

Well, that
and extensive therapy.

- Some hypnosis.

- Little electric shock--
- Okay, you're not that bad.

- Here, come in.
- Thank you.

- By the way,
your mom's been texting me.

- Wrestling stuff.
- Yeah.

- So now how it works is I'm
technically your manager, too.

Hmm, is that how it works?

Deborah, you have a sec?

- Yeah, I'm just putting shrimp
under his pillows.

- Cool.
Uh, maybe tomorrow

we could talk
about re-pitching networks.

- No. I've been thinking
about that,

and I have another idea.

Every product
I've ever offered here,

every necklace, every lip kit,
every quilted bootie

is something
I would buy myself,

because it's something
I believe in

and I can't sell it to you
if it's not.

So trust me
when I tell you

that I've never believed
in something more

than what
I'm offering you today.

This product
not only has my name on it,

but it is me entirely,

and the reason it's so special

is because it is my special...

- Whoo!
- "My Bad."

It's my life story--
the highs, the lows,

the time the China trade wars
stopped shipments

of my Mrs. Claus
self-sealing cookie jars.

Oh, that was horrible.

- Wasn't that
a little bit of hell?

- Horrible. Oh, God.
- Yeah.

And like all my products,
with the rare exception

of the jean-ish leggings
last fall,

I've road-tested it myself.

I've taken it all over
the country, and it works.

It's what I've always wanted
to say to you, the truth,

whether I like it or not.

- So let's go!
- Yes!

Okay, now, Deborah,
what if some of our viewers

do not have a DVD player?

- Oh, I'd say get one.
It's the future.

But it will also include
a downloadable link

for your adult children
to stream.

That is wonderful.

Okay, well, we have
already sold 2,000 units.

- We only have 50,000 units...
- What?

Um, available today.

We are absolutely flying here.

I am getting word from
our producers--oh, my gosh--

that this a record for units
sold in under five minutes.

- Wow.
- We are on track

to sell out,
ladies and gentlemen.

We're getting
into Slanket territory.

That's incredible.

Thank you.

- I guess
there is money in DVDs.

- I just loved it.
You know, it's been a minute

since I've seen an actual
DVD box, and I miss 'em.

- Oof.
- Ooh!

I am so excited to tell her.

Honestly, this is
the best part of the job,

you know,
delivering good news.

Makes all the stress worth it.

Totally.

- Hi, Jimmy.
- Hey, Deborah,

- I have great news.
- Everyone wants it, bitch!

- Whoo!
- Kayla.

- I-I-I'm sorry.
What are you saying?

I was saying...

every network is in.

They all want to acquire
the rights.

We are gonna have
a bidding war.

- Boom.
- Plus, "Variety"

- wants to do a cover story.
- What?

- And "The Wall Street Journal"
is interested in a feature

on the whole
"bet on yourself" approach.

- Okay, sweetie, thanks.
That sounds good.

Um, but I'm right
in the middle of a meeting.

So got to go.

Oh, um, okay.

Bye.

Hello, all.

I just wanted to say that we
are so incredibly excited

to be the home
for Deborah Vance's

hilarious, provocative
new special.

Yeah.

And now I would like
to introduce the living legend,

Deborah Vance,
to say a few words.

Deb.

- Hi, everybody.
Thank you.

Thank you so much for coming.

I really want to thank
the network

for taking a chance on this--

once it was already successful

and there was
literally no risk.

I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.

No, but there is a risk,
obviously,

supporting an elderly,
messy bitch comedian.

But enough about Bill Maher.

Um...

I'm joking.
Bill and I are old friends.

We vacation together.

Anyway, uh, but I really want
to thank my team,

who always had my back.

Love you.
And my amazing director--

where is she?
Elaine Carter--there she is!

Elaine Carter.
She did an amazing job!

Amazing job.

And I especially want to give
credit to my co-writer,

Ava Daniels,

who pushed me
and never let me quit.

Thank you, Ava.

So cheers, everybody.
Have fun.

Don't drink and drive.

I don't want to be
upstaged tonight.

Thank you.
Thanks again for coming.

Amazing.

- Hi, you killed it, lady.

Iconic!

- Really!

- Thanks.
- I have some people

that I need you to talk to.

That is Simone--she's one
of our head executives.

Okay, say hello, and this is...

Hmm. You know,
they're having a party

for you down there.

- I thought
you weren't drinking.

Ah, what else am I good for?

We fuckin' did it.

We did.

- We did.

So, moving forward, I can
extend your health insurance

six months and offer
three months' severance.

Ha ha, funny.

Wait. What?
You're not serious.

I am.

- Are--you're firing me?

Are you fucking kidding?

Why?
Things are good.

- Wha--
- Things are good.

And they could keep being good
for a very long time.

That's the problem.

You need to make space
for your own work.

- Come on.
I know what you're doing.

You're pushing me away
because you're afraid.

- Those people,
they want you right now.

They won't forever.

You got to take advantage
of that.

You got to be a shark.

You got to do
what's best for you.

- I get to decide
what's best for me.

- You didn't take credit
for the special,

- and you should have.

- You left
that punch-up job early.

- I came back for you.
- That's my point.

And what
about that screenplay idea?

Have you even started on that?
Have you?

- Wha--I've been busy, and
my Final Draft is corrupted.

- And I would keep you busy.
It's like you said.

I'm gonna keep working
until the day I die.

Do you know how old
you're gonna be when I'm 109?

- Please don't make me
do math right now.

You're the one
with all the stories.

What do I even have to say?

That's the thing.

You got to go figure it out.

I told you...

you're just like me.

You got
your own mountain to climb.

But we're--
we're good together.

I don't want to be here.
I--

I want to be wherever you are.

- I got to get back.
- No, wait, whoa!

Deborah, that's it?

We're not gonna talk anymore?
I won't see you?

Oh, you'll see me...

in court.

Hey, Jimmy, what's up?

- Hey, how's the new place?
- Uh, it's good.

I-I'm actually kind of excited

to reenter subletter culture,
you know?

We got no ties, no rules,
no ability to paint.

Uh, so I have some good news.

That pilot
you did punch-ups for

was just picked up to series,

and apparently
a bunch of your jokes

ended up in the final cut,
and they called to ask

if you're available to staff.

- Seriously?
- Yep.

The job is yours
if you want it,

as long as you promise
not to leave early again.

Amazing.

- Also, I have some news
from Deborah.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

She called this morning.
She's dropping the lawsuit.

- Oh, that--that's great.

- Amazing, right?
Isn't that a relief?

- So that court date--

- Yep, stricken from the record
or whatever.

You don't have to
worry about it.

- Congrats.
- Thanks.

- Uh, anyway,
what else do I have for you?

Oh, would you be interested

in doing a half-day round table
for "Ice Age 12"?

Are you familiar
with the "Ice Age" universe?

They need a lot of women
in the room.

They want a female perspective

on the female woolly mammoth
character they have.

- Mm-hmm.
- It's spelled H-O-A-R,

and you might want to pitch
an alt on that.

You know,
sounds problematic to me.

But what do I know, you know?
I'm just a manager.

Although
I do have good ideas.

You know, it was my idea
to do Fandango.

- So you put on
a gorgeous dress.

You're all ready
for a night out on the town,

but no one to zip you up?

- Ugh.
- What do you do?

You hook this ingenious
little device to your zipper.

Just a one, two, three.

- Voilà.
- Look at that.

- Isn't that cute
and convenient?

- It is,
and you don't need anybody.

All you need is yourself.

- You may not know
what the night

has in store for you,
but at least you know

you're ready
for whatever comes.