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[TELEPHONE RINGING]

- [RINGING CONTINUES] - _

[MACHINE BEEPS]

[HORST SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[IN ENGLISH] You have reached the award winning Eismann Gallery.

We will be closed due to an acute and unexpected infestation

from the 13th of the month until further notice.

[COUGHING]

[CONTINUES COUGHING]

Thank you.

[MACHINE BEEPS]

_

[CLIFF SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS IN PAIN]

I'm going to kill that motherfucker. [SIGHS]

[RITA] My bees.

My bees!

[GIBBERING]

[LAUGHING] My bees.

My bees?

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Oh, Rita!

Thank God, you're home.

Mickey.

You look a fright, what's the matter?

The long and short of it is

Isabel got run over by a tractor trailer.

- How awful... - I was gonna cancel the show

but then I'd have to eat the deposit on the theater and...

[CLICKS TONGUE] What do you say?

Can you take over the role of the Blob Lady?

Mickey, a cast is a team.

When one of our ranks falls, it's up to the others

- to carry... - It's a yes or no question, doll.

Yes! I'd be honored for the good of the team.

Thanks, kid.

[WOMAN] You're welcome.

[WHISPERS] Mother.

What are you doing here?

Saving your career.

What else?

[SCOFFS] I beg your pardon.

[MIMICS RITA] I beg your pardon.

Don't you dare

put on those airs with me,

Gertrude Cramp.

I hope you know

you weren't Mickey's first choice to replace that little harpy.

But I changed her mind.

Changed her mind, how?

I think we both know the answer to that.

[GASPS]

Bullshit!

What's up?

Nothing.

Um...

It's just...

when you said you live with a mummy,

I thought you were exaggerating.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, hell no.

If anything, I downplayed most of what I told you about this place.

Come on.

Yo, Larry!

You okay?

[SIGHS] Not since the early '60s, no.

[CHUCKLES]

Uh, this is Roni.

Hey.

Hello.

We'll just...

let you keep doing...

whatever.

We're looking for Niles, you know where he is?

[LARRY] Space.

As in, outer?

Mmm-hmm.

Any idea when he'll be back?

Come on.

Bye.

[SIGHS]

[RITA] My bees.

My bees!

My bees.

- My bees? - Hey, Rita!

You have got to try this frittata.

They will change your life.

[VIC] This is Roni, by the way.

- Hello. - Hi.

And which one are you?

Oh, my God, you're Rita Farr.

I'm sorry.

I'm Miranda.

- Hmm. - Apparently she's an amazing cook.

Where's Jane?

She's taking some time for herself.

Really?

I just can't believe I'm actually talking to you right now.

I'm such a big fan.

Oh, don't be nervous, dear.

Celebrities are just like regular people.

Well, not really.

What's with the get-up?

I'm preparing for a role in a local production.

The Cloverton beekeeper

has graciously agreed to let me shadow her today.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I also had to subscribe to her Honey of the Month club.

Are those pancakes I see?

I made them special for Dorothy...

as a peace offering.

I want her to know that

everyone in the Underground

wants to find a way to work through this, together.

- What's the Underground? - Oh, it's a place, uh...

inside Jane's mind.

Anyone know where Dorothy is?

[LARRY] Yeah, space.

- Chief's on it. - Oh.

I best be off.

Okay. Um...

Okay, I've seen a lot of shit.

But this...

y'all ain't right.

I wish I could say you get used to it, but...

[DOORBELL RINGS]

_

[LARRY] What is it?

It's a crate, Larry.

[SNIFFS]

Did anyone else just feel something weird go up their nose?

Or is that some status quo shit around here too?

- I felt it. - [LARRY] Yeah.

Okay.

- Let's open this bad boy up and see what's what. - Wait.

It says "do not open" on the front

and on the side...

and on the back.

Maybe we should wait for Niles. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm with Vic.

I... I can't explain it but it...

It feels like a really good idea

to open that crate.

Yeah. Me too.

Well, let's get this party started.

No, no, wait.

[LARRY] Is that the painting that ate Danny?

[VIC] Hold on.

Where's Mr. Nobody and the Beard Hunter?

That's too bad.

I was really looking forward to catching up with those guys.

[LARRY] Oh, yeah, that would have been nice.

[NILES] Slept all the way through our landing, didn't you?

Dream well, dear girl.

I'll be back.

[BEEPS]

[WIND BLOWING]

_

[CLIFF] Fine!

I'll fucking walk.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

God damn, mother... Piece of shit.

I'm going to kill him.

I'm gonna kill him.

I...

am going...

- to kill... - [BIRD CAWING]

What the fuck?

Get back! Fuck!

I'm going to kill him.

I'm gonna kill that bird.

Then I'm gonna fucking kill him.

[RITA] Good morning.

Morning.

You must be the actress.

Actress, storyteller,

student of character,

pleasure to meet you.

Mmm.

Are they gonna have real bees on stage?

No, I don't think so.

Don't need the outfit, then.

A ballerina doesn't wear a tutu to a bowling alley.

Terrific point.

What you writing?

I like to take notes.

Every bit helps me prepare for my monolog.

Monolog?

The script you sent me only had one line.

"My bees".

Why say it in one line, when you can say it in seven.

There is so much more to your story, I know it.

Not really.

The only reason I'm in this...

Rhiannon, where you think you're going?

Don't forget that honey jar.

Got to get Mr. Fusco

something sweet so that you don't flunk biology again!

You really shouldn't do that.

- Do what? - That.

The honey.

Using bribery to open doors for your daughter.

[LAUGHS] Trust me, that girl's as dumb as shit.

Ain't no jar of honey gonna get her into Yale.

She's your daughter!

How dare you say that about her?

She's more than just a honey jar.

She is a person...

with hopes and dreams...

and potential.

Not bad, Ms. Monolog.

That coffee tastes like piss.

I'm gonna get a beer.

You want a beer?

- Mmm-hmm. - Yeah.

[SIGHS]

Everything all right, Larry?

Well, not really.

Look, I... I don't like to burden people with my problems.

But you seem like someone I can really open up to.

You know?

[SIGHS]

My grandson is in the hospital

and my family doesn't want me to see him,

mostly because I'm the reason he's in the hospital.

Hmm.

Your family will understand...

in time.

You just have to give them a little space.

[SIGHS]

Yup.

I should go visit them.

You could.

But that would be the opposite

of giving them space.

Ah.

Jane once told me

never to ask her other personas for favors...

but you just seem so sweet

and I really need to talk to Flit, right now.

Of course.

[WHOOSHES]

Hi, I'm here to visit Dex Trainor.

Sorry.

The family isn't taking any visitors right now.

No, it's okay.

- I'm his grandfather... - [OFFICER] Freeze!

- [LARRY] Oh, shit. - [OFFICER] Hands behind your heads!

[GUNS COCKING]

Get down on your knees!

One sec, I got an idea.

[WHOOSHING]

[LARRY SIGHS] Maybe this was a mistake.

Now my family hates me.

The Bureau of Normalcy is hunting me.

I could never just walk in to a hospital.

Unless...

Hello,

I'm Dr. Larry Trainor and I'm here to check on my grand...

Um...

- I mean... patient. - Patient.

De...

Dex Trainor.

Um, could you remind me where he's being treated?

Um...

Stat.

[GIGGLES]

[LARRY WHISPERS] Don't worry.

They're never going to see through our disguise.

[GUNS COCKING]

Um...

Flit?

- [AGENT 1] Oh, you gotta be kidding me. - [AGENT 2] Fuck.

Hold on, wait.

We can't do this right now.

- Why not? - Because we came here to try and fix you.

Well, yeah, but your...

grandpa...

dad...

friend, he's not here.

Remember?

- He's in space. - It doesn't matter, we don't need him.

He's actually a pretty bad scientist.

And I'm carrying around the most advanced AI system on the planet.

I could fix you myself.

[MIRANDA] What's up?

Well, Vic's just offered to perform surgery on me.

Like, himself?

- Oh, anything we can do to help? - [VIC] Hell, yeah.

- You're already dressed like doctors. - [GASPS]

You ready?

Booyah.

Booyah.

Should probably get you something to bite down on first.

- Good idea. - [MIRANDA] Hey, again.

Sorry, I know I'm new.

But are you guys absolutely sure this is a good idea?

Yes.

I've never been more certain of anything in my whole life.

It just seems...

that everyone, including Flit,

has been acting strangely, since this morning.

You're right, Nicer-Jane.

I have been acting strangely.

But I think I know why.

Roni,

I know we haven't been dating very long,

I mean, we only slept together two and a half times...

but I just can't pretend anymore.

I love you.

[LARRY] Aw!

Cut me open, you big softy.

[KIPLING] Oh, you fucking twats.

You did it, didn't you?

You opened the box.

The one that's marked "do not open"

on the front,

the back and the sides.

All caps.

Underlined.

I thought it was more of a suggestion

as opposed to a hard rule.

Anyone else infected?

Infected? With what?

- The love bug. - The love bug.

[SIGHS IN EXASPERATION]

Scants.

The painting was crawling with them

when we traded it to Horst Eismann,

although we didn't know it.

Now, that old Swiss bastard's entire collection

is crawling with the buggers.

Only way to clear 'em out

is to kill the queen.

If I don't,

Eismann's gonna feed my ass to a zombified alicorn.

- What? - Uh, first of all...

Nice butthole?

Really makes your eyes pop.

And second, what exactly are Scants?

Niles has an old Templar slideshow in his study.

It'll tell you everything you need to know.

Now, just sit tight

and watch telly till Mommy gets back.

All right, loves?

God help you morons.

[BEEPS]

- [MAN ON TV] Scants and You. - _

Have you ever seen a Scant?

Well, I have.

And I'd like to tell you all about them.

Scants are pink humanoid pests.

Odd-looking fellows, aren't they?

Scants adhere to a social hierarchy

similar to bees.

There's a queen

and the faithful drones that serve her.

Just how do they serve her?

I'm so glad you asked.

Scants place bad ideas in your head.

When your brain accepts the bad ideas as good ideas,

a pink viscous substance

- called Idyat secretes from your ears. - [LAUGHS]

Idyat, however, is only visible to Scants.

The Scants harvest the Idyat

and refine it into its most potent form,

known as Uma Jelly.

The queen then feeds upon the Uma Jelly,

which gives her a variety of extraordinary powers.

The only way to clear a Scant infestation

is to kill the queen.

If you discover a Scant infestation,

under no circumstances

should you approach it

unless you have the proper equipment.

Becoming infected by Scants is extremely dangerous,

as the bad ideas will compound and lead to death...

dismemberment...

and more death.

Thank you for your kind attention.

We here at the Knights Templar

hope you have a wonderful, Scant-free day.

[MIRANDA] This makes so much sense.

You guys are infected.

Mmm, I don't think so.

- What? - [RONI CHUCKLES]

You were about to operate on Roni.

He had a lab coat on.

[VIC] Good thing we did.

Now we can help Willoughby kill the Scant queen.

- Yes! Great idea. - Vic. Larry.

I applaud your heroic spirit.

But I think it's best if we sit this one out.

Miranda.

You're great.

Like, really, really great.

You are so great.

But we're gonna need more of a can-do attitude from you.

Okay.

- We'll do it. - Yes!

But, before we go into that painting,

we should come up with a plan, first.

Yeah.

[MIRANDA SIGHS] Okay.

Guys?

[WIND BLOWING]

[VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

[BIRD CAWING]

[VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

[ANIMAL GROWLING]

Fuck, fuck!

Fucker ejects me into space?

What kinda person does that?

Asshole person, that's who!

Has no business looking after a kid.

None!

I ought to do Dorothy and the entire planet a favor

by killing the shit out of him.

Yeah, first I'll eject him into space,

then I'll find his stupid body,

rip off his stupid head

and take a mother of all craps down his neck-hole.

Except I can't shit anymore.

Shit! Okay. New plan!

Eject him into space, find his body

and a Great Dane with giardia,

have it take a shit down his neck-hole!

Yes!

Revenge by Marmaduke.

It's happening!

[POWERING DOWN]

The fuck?

What the fucking fuck?

Okay, okay, it's stuck,

first time something like this has happened.

[BABBLING]

Okay.

Here we go.

[GRUNTING] Come on.

Move, you stupid asshole legs.

Motherfucker!

Seeing one's mother as a sexual being is traumatic enough.

Seeing her get rigorously boffed by one's producer

- is a whole other basket of cheese. - I'll bet.

Look, I'm no big city headshrinker.

But the way I see it,

you're suffering from a whopping case

of imposter syndrome.

Believe me, I'm aware.

What I can't figure out is how to...

just move past it.

It might help if you saw things

through your mom's eyes, for a minute.

I highly doubt it.

Humor me. See,

what people don't realize

is that their moms

are just as stupid as they are.

But because they squeeze the human being through their pee-hole...

they expect them to be super-human.

My, what a way with words you have.

A mom can love a kid to the moon and back,

but it doesn't mean that she knows how to express it

in healthy and constructive ways.

So, when your mom boffed...

that producer...

she didn't realize that she was shackling you

with chronic self-doubt.

I believe she did it because she loved you.

Oh, so that's it?

We're just supposed to endure the toxic stupidity of our mothers?

Well, you could...

give her a call and tell her how you feel.

Ugh, she's been dead for ages.

- Oh. - She went peacefully in her sleep.

Unfortunately.

Well, in that case, you need a surrogate.

For what, precisely?

To yell at, dummy.

To say all the crap that you want to dump on your mother.

You want me to yell at you?

No, not me.

"My bees".

You want me to scream at your bees?

It ain't gonna hurt their feelings none.

You can't believe how cathartic it is.

Sometimes I think that's the only thing that's keeping me

from killing that dumb-as-shit kid of mine.

[MIRANDA] Hey!

Hey.

I know I'm new to the group...

and I don't know how you handle...

things like this.

[LARRY] Well, typically we just kinda wing it

and everything works out.

And, uh, under typical circumstances

I'm sure that's a fine way to go.

And... [SIGHS] I'm sorry to keep harping on this,

but you guys are infected with bad ideas.

So, any strong urges

you might be having

- are probably not good. - [MAN] Shh!

Beard Hunter?

Cyborg!

- How the heck can you see me? - Hey, wassup, man?

- Oh. - How you doing?

- How am I? - Yeah.

Uh, well, you know, I've been stuck in this friggin' painting,

being hunted by tiny pink eunuchs.

So...

how are you?

Amazing, I'm in love.

- With her. - Okay. Yeah.

If we can just keep it down, for cripes' sake,

it's, uh, a little sketch in here.

Hey, where's Mr. Nobody?

Oh, yeah, I would love to meet him.

Yeah, well, you know, he got a gig

on some animated bullcrap.

So, haven't seen him since.

Are you infected, too?

[SCOFFS] With Scants?

No way, Jose.

So you thought it was a good idea

to just paint the front of your body?

Pardon me, gentlemen.

[CLEARS THROAT] Listen, little lady.

I'm a self-trained shinobi warrior.

And a semi semi-professional, Fortnite streamer.

Okay.

So, if anyone knows how to stay hidden...

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Oh, shit.

Scants.

Get behind me, quickly.

Quickly, quickly.

- Quicker than that. - [SCANTS] Beep!

- Help her, she's slow. - [SCANTS] Beep!

Don't move, if they see us, we're all dead.

- [INHALES SHARPLY] - [SCANTS] Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Uh, excuse me.

- [WHISPERS] What're you doing? - [SCANTS] Beep!

[LARRY] Excuse me.

Hi.

I'm Dr. Larry Trainor.

No.

No, that's not right.

Don't worry, guys, I got this.

Name's Vic, aka Cyborg.

We're a rag-tag group of misfit superheroes

hoping to kill your queen.

Can we follow you to your hive?

Guys?

We should start running.

- Beep! - Beep!

- Beep! Beep! Beep! - [RONI] Nah, it's cool,

they're totally gonna let us follow them.

Because they're taking us hostage.

Come on, you guys.

Keep up.

- Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! - Okay.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Can't fucking move!

Can't fucking kill the Chief if I can't fucking move.

[CAR TIRES SCREECH]

Can't get my fucking moving fixed if I fucking kill the Chief.

- Fuck! - [CAR DOOR OPENS]

Whoa.

No way.

A talking statue?

I'm not a fucking statue.

I'm a fucking robot.

Whoa, robot?

Can you move?

Not at the moment.

I don't know, dawg.

Sounds like something a statue would say.

[CLIFF GROWLS]

- What the... - [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

- [CHUCKLES] Lit. - Hey, uh... my dude.

Could I use your phone?

Maybe so, my friend.

Yeah, maybe so.

But first, could I get you doing a quick shout-out

to my boy Double Grapes?

He's gonna trip.

What? No!

Dude, just let me use your fucking phone.

Please?

What up, Double Grapes?

It's me, Robotman.

Congratulations on making bail again.

One love.

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.

- [PHONE RINGING] - [WOMAN MOANING IN DISTANCE]

Shit, let's try another number.

Whoa.

One shout-out, one call.

Are you fucking kid...

What up, Thunder Nuts?

Sorry to hear that your stepmom is allergic to cats.

Tell her Robotman said, "Go fuck yourself!"

One love.

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

Clara? Clara, don't hang up, it's...

[BUMP] Hi, you've reached

Salty Bump's Bar and Restaurant and Taco Shop.

- Bump? - Our operating hours

- are 8:00 a.m. to 2:00 a.m. - You gotta be kidding me.

Closed on Sundays, for Jesus.

[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS]

Hey, Clara, it's Cliff.

Your dad.

Your real dad.

Not that folksy asshole on your answering machine.

You know what?

You had the chance to have me in your life

and you fucking threw it away.

I'll probably die here on the side of the road

just like you wanted.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not cut out to be a father.

I'm just a robot.

A statue,

a piece of trash.

So don't bother throwing a wake at your shitty bar for me.

Oh, wait, that... That came out wrong.

- [PHONE BEEPS] - Oh!

Oh, man.

Bro.

That's some rough shit.

Give the phone back! I need a do-over.

Look, man, sometimes you need to know when to take the L.

You know what I'm saying?

One love.

Hey, come back here!

Give me that goddamn pho... [SCREAMS]

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

Holy shit.

Holy shit!

Whoo-hoo!

One more chance.

One more chance!

One more chance!

One more chance!

One more chance!

One more chance!

One more chance!

[RITA] Well, this is a bit melodramatic even for me.

- Oh, Mother. - [BEES BUZZING]

If you could see me now.

How the mighty have fallen.

Who was once on the cover of Vogue?

Fine. Who was on the inside cover?

Inside back cover.

And you know what?

That should have been good enough, shouldn't it?

I did that.

And I did so much more.

[SIGHS]

Without any help from you.

I'm sure you thought you deserved credit.

You don't!

I gave you enough.

I solved all of your problems.

And who's going to solve mine?

Me?

[SIGHS]

I wouldn't even know where to start.

How am I supposed

to fix something inside of me that you broke?

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[BEES BUZZING]

This was supposed to be cathartic.

[SCOFFS]

[NILES] What is this?

You're here, aren't you?

My love, you're here?

I can sense you.

I came all this way.

I need to speak with you about our daughter.

Our daughter.

She's...

She's extraordinary.

She's amazing every moment.

Her kindness...

her purity of spirit.

I thought I needed to protect her from the world.

But now I fear I must protect

the world from her.

She is dangerous

beyond measure.

Please.

I've tried everything.

I need you to understand that.

Now I fear I must do something awful.

If you know

of a better way, please tell me.

Show me.

She's your daughter, too.

[CANDLEMAKER] The mother cannot hear you.

The child belongs with me.

No, no, she does not!

Not whilst my blood runs in her veins.

Not whilst her mother's blood...

The mother is gone.

Soon the father will join her.

I endure...

You are just...

a passing nightmare to her!

I was here before you, Father,

and I will be here long after you are gone.

You speak of the mother as if you know her.

You are a fool.

Just as the mother gave birth to the child,

the mother gave birth to me.

You speak of her ancestors, Father.

Who do you think created me?

No! [ECHOING]

It can't be, it's not possible.

What did that monster mean when...

he said your people created him?

Why would they curse her like this?

How could you do this?

How could you do this

to our little girl!

[SCANTS BEEPING IN BACKGROUND]

[KIPLING] Lovely tent, lads.

Yo, Kipling,

you made it.

Hey, where's your butt mask?

Don't need it.

Got 'em exactly where I want them.

Unless they kill me, I'll initiate my plan.

Damn! They'll never suspect that.

[FANFARE PLAYING]

Hmm.

There you guys are.

Welcome.

Are you all settled in?

All right.

Let me explain what's about to happen.

It's all very simple.

As we speak,

the machine you're hooked up to

is draining a substance called Idyat,

from your quaint little brains

and converting it into a resource that we call...

Uma Jelly.

[ALL IN UNISON] Uma Jelly.

Uma Jelly is pure,

uncut enlightenment.

Bottled evolutionary potential, not...

from concentrate.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

[GULPS]

Wow.

[RONI] Oh, wow.

[SCANT QUEEN] Mmm.

Thank you, thank you.

No, seriously, thank you.

Once we drain all the Idyat from your brains,

each of you will shit your pants and die.

So, thank you.

[MAN 1] Hey, don't make any sudden moves, man.

- [MAN 2] Hey, hey, please... - [MAN 1] Give me your backpack.

Take it off right now, get it off...

- I'm taking off the backpack! - I will shoot you...

- I will shoot you right now! - Please, don't.

[ARGUMENT CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

[THUDDING]

[RITA] I'm sorry, did that sting?

Holy cow.

I feel amazing.

Seriously, I've never had Uma Jelly

this potent before, I'm tingling.

You chickadees must have some truly, deeply,

terrible ideas.

However so tragic,

you're each other's worst idea.

Like...

a duck being friends with a lobster.

- Damn straight. - [GUFFAWS]

She was right,

you don't belong here.

Your biggest mistake is thinking that you can stay.

Wow.

That's amazing, you nailed me.

Oh, darling, I wasn't talking to you.

I was talking to that poor little...

stray

living inside you.

Doesn't matter how many times

you summon her, Willoughby.

She'll never love you.

She's a talking horse

and she has no torso.

You don't know that.

You don't need a torso to have a heart.

[SCANT QUEEN SCOFFS]

Interesting.

I've never met someone...

who displayed an immunity to our Scantification.

- What's your name? - Miranda.

Miranda.

What's your secret?

I mean, I know there's a bad idea in there, I can smell it.

Perhaps one of the worst

ideas of all time.

But somehow, you're keeping it from me.

We just need to squeeze it out.

[WHOOSHING]

[SCANT QUEEN GASPS]

[HISSING] Eat...

shit.

- My water bed broke! - Beep, beep, beep.

No!

Somebody, get the patch kit!

[SCANT QUEEN SCREAMS]

[SCANTS SCREAMING]

Shall we go home now?

- You know what? - I think...

I should...

- probably just... - No, screw that nasty ass...

earwax-eating freak.

Like, who is she to say it's a bad idea for us to be together?

[SCOFFS]

Well, she's the queen of bad ideas.

So, I'm guessing she kinda has an authority on that subject.

Look, if we want to do this, then we should just do it.

I like you.

A lot.

So, what do you say?

I thought you said you loved me?

- But that was when I was... - So you didn't really mean it?

[LAUGHS] I'm just fucking with you, dude.

Aw, thank you for trying to let me down gently.

Okay.

Oh, that was, uh, before when I, uh, uh...

Well, yeah, so you think you're a comedian now, huh?

- Oh, I bet I can be one. - Is that right?

Give me something to laugh at.

I gotta go.

You coming?

I'm going to wait for Niles.

Call me later?

We'll see.

Can I help you, sir?

Um...

Uh, yeah, the patient who was in this room, Dex Trainor...

Checked out this afternoon.

Was he, uh...

How was he?

I can't tell you anything specific...

but we don't tend to release people who are still sick.

Thanks.

Cliff?

Clara?

Your friend Vic let me in.

Wh... What are you doing here?

I got this in the mail.

The man...

Niles Caulder...

he really do all those things to you?

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

I don't see what the big deal is.

I saved our asses a hundred times before.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

You know what Miranda doesn't do?

Pout, like a little bitch.

Holly.

What's wrong?

Have you seen...

Scarlet Harlot?

Not lately...

but she's a bit of a night owl.

Why?

She didn't show up for book club...

and we read that new dinosaur memoir

and she was ever so keen to discuss it.

I'm starting to get worried.

[JANE] Scarlet?

Are you here?

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

_

The fuck?

Why is your station closed?

[SIGHS]

_

Talk soon, my love. [KISSES]

[NILES] ♪ Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter ♪

♪ Girls as sharp as her are somethin' rare ♪

Oh, fuck me.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Hello, Kipling.

I...

I, um...

So this is...

that call, then.

[NILES] It is.

[KIPLING] When?

[NILES] I need one more day.

Then...

What will you do with her?

You don't have to worry about that.

I just need to know...

where and when.

I'll make sure it's done.

[MAN] Greg, move your head!

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