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Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm going
to have to ask you to move aside.

- The human.
- This weird temp agency called.

The Jolly Fats
Weehauken Temp Agency?

Is this the part I ask you who the hell
you are and what the hell you do?

You know how in comic books

there's all kinds of mad scientists,
aliens and androids and monsters

and all of them want to either
destroy or take over the world?

- In comic books, sure.
- It really does work like that.

Don't you want
to fight evil?

Monsters,
robots and aliens?

- Yeah, why not?
- Dub-Dub, who's your boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend.
He's my boss.

- Lacey Thornfield. Charmed.
- Delighted, ma'am.

- I'm a conceptual artist.
- Some have said that about me, too.

I heard you take care
of exotic problems.

I'm just the middleman.

No one is more firmly rooted
on the side of justice than I am.

You might find this
hard to believe,

but I too fight for the truth
and preservation of American values

in a concerned citizen
kind of way.

I'm just sayin',
one crime-hating gal to another.

Can't we just make
these charges disappear?

Your roommate was arrested
for indecent exposure

- in a sushi restaurant.
- As a form of protest.

It was like a free speech thing,
with skin.

Oh, come on.
Indecent exposure is a misdemeanor.

Her third one in
the past six months.

Yo, Wendy Watson,
I'm double parked.

Have you got the goods yet?

I don't know.
Have I got the goods yet?

Just sign.

I'm releasing her to your care.
That makes you responsible.

- You won't regret this.
- Huh, you might.

Hey, guys!
Did you miss me?

- The sushi eaters hear you roar?
- They certainly know I am woman.

Right on.

Thanks for springing me,
Dub-Dub.

Hey, why is there
no hugging back?

There's hugging back.
It's just accompanied by exhaustion.

And confusion.

Indecent exposure
at a sushi restaurant?

Yep. Mercury in tuna kills humans
and sushi eaters kill fish,

so no matter where you serve it,
how you serve it, spicy tuna kills.

Now connect the dots
to public nudity.

Girl's got
to fight the power.

Girl's gotta remember
she's not 18 anymore.

This isn't the campus police.

I spent a couple of
hours in the slammer.

Yeah, I dragged myself out of bed
to talk your way out.

Wendy,
I'm a confrontational...

Spoken word performance
artist. I know.

I don't complain when you
stay up late to paint.

Yeah, because when I paint,
you don't have to grease the cops.

Maybe you should find
a better way

to make a statement
than these pointless pranks.

Pointless?

You have no idea what it takes
to save the world, Wendy Watson.

- Too harsh?
- Yeah.

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The Middleman
Season 1, Ep 2

Find what
you're looking for?

If I needed to kill a man by
scrambling his molecular structure,

yes, but since what I really want
is a cup of coffee...

Hey!

Bloodshot eyes,
fatigue, crankiness.

Someone spent all night
sucking on a spliff.

No. Somebody was up late bailing
your roomie out of the slammer.

If that somebody was you, then that
makes Lacey the roommate in question.

Gosh, Sparky, did your
fancy computer tell you that?

- Is she OK?
- I don't know.

I wish I thought to ask.

Instead I just launched on some tirade
about responsibility and growing up.

And if we're gonna get into this,
I really need a double black-eye.

Caffeine is a drug,
Dubbie.

I'm holding the molecular
stun cannon.

Ida.

Sweet.

Can that thing
do a muffin?

Oh, don't push
your luck, junkie.

I like watching you
get the shakes.

Lacey was just doing
her protest thing.

Her heart's in the
right place, just...

I wanted to be supportive.

But when I opened my mouth,
my mom came out.

No, seriously. I might have
even said to buy a nice bag,

high heels, a push-up bra
and get herself a man.

- She's from Miami.
- Ah.

You'll make it up to her.

Not unless we have some alien weapon
that shoots the mercury off fish.

I was thinking more of
a sparkly card or a makeover.

Or we could use our computers
to hack into the police mainframe

and erase
her permanent record.

Katie-bar-the-door,
Dubbie.

We do not use our resources
to solve personal issues.

Oh, come on. I bet Ida's
just a doubleclick away

from making her permanent
record go bye-bye.

I'm a doubleclick away
from making something go bye-bye.

Oh, come on, why not?

Our mandate is to protect
the people from threats

infra, extra,
and juxta-terrestrial,

not to become consumed with the
mundane problems of everyday life.

Just this one time?

You let yourself become distracted,
next thing you know

a geological rift opens and the city's
overrun by three-toed hominids

who battled man
for dominance

while you've got your
tighty-whiteys around your ankles.

That happened to you,
didn't it?

Hey! Anybody want
to get to work here?

'Cause we got
hot donuts now.

Maybe you should
sit this one out.

What? Why?

Underslept.

Overcaffeinated.

Distracted.

I'm as serious as a Hefty bag
full of rottweilers.

A Middleman must remain
focused at all times.

I said I'm good.

Apparently there's been
a mudslide.

What's so weird
about that?

Inside a Chinese restaurant.

I'm sorry, but this is
a sealed area.

- We're waiting for the coroner.
- The coroner?

Oh.

I'm Dr. Kynes, this is Dr. Rabban
from the Ecological Task Force.

We think global
warming is to blame.

Al Gore just ain't whistling Dixie.

No, sir, he isn't.

- Were there any witnesses?
- Uh, just a busboy, he's in the back.

Why don't you go get him
while we investigate the site?

OK.

So, when do I get
one of those?

Try using your eyes.
See anything?

Aside from
the half-buried corpse?

Focus, Dubbie.

Don't let the 'feine
deaden your senses.

The 'feine?

Well, I see nothing.

Which is something
because there should be a statue

of a terra cotta warrior
on this pedestal.

Good. Make a note.

I need Ida to tap CHAD
for any information on our warrior.

- CHAD?
- Chinese Historical Art Database.

Or I could tell you
that our statue is a general

in the terra cotta army commissioned
by the emperor of the Qin Dynasty

and buried with him in 209 BC.

Color me impressed.

Color me focused.

I heard an awful sound,

so I ran out from the kitchen

and a huge wall of mud
just came out of nowhere,

overrunning everything
in the place.

And that's your boss?

Mr. Hsu.

What can you tell us about him?

He was your typical
small business owner.

Driven, hard-working, freakish
obsession with that warrior statue.

- Can you expand on that?
- Long hours.

Impeccable work ethic.
I think it's a cultural thing.

I meant the freakish
obsession.

Oh. Well, he mortgaged the place

to bring the terra cotta
warrior over from China.

Then he spent all hours
of the night burning candles

- and chanting in Mandarin.
- What did he say?

Dude, I'm like
third generation twice-removed.

I don't speak
a lick of Chinese,

but it sounded like

"Rise, be flesh,
and walk the Earth."

Could global warming
make that happen?

- Yes.
- Yes.

What are your thoughts
on how to handle this?

Are you quizzing me because
you think I'm not focused?

I'm quizzing you because I have
no thoughts on how to handle this.

You're at a loss?
That's a new one.

You might find what I'm about
to tell you shocking,

given my knowledge of aliens,
monsters and androids,

but I do have
one area of weakness.

- Brevity?
- Magic. The supernatural.

The dark arts.
Things that go bump.

Anathema.

We'll need to consult someone.

- Who?
- Our consultant, of course.

You are off today.

Hate it, hate it, hate it.

It's a disaster of
unmitigated proportions.

They look like
the "Addicted to Love" girls.

Roxy, this was your concept.

It stinks!

All right, boss,
we'll tear it down.

The devil actually
does wear Prada.

That's no devil.
That's a succubus.

You, get over to the hair, now!

To the models.

You stay here with Trevor
because certainly he is incompetent.

Should I kill it?

Stay your weapon, Dubbie.

Roxy Wasserman
is completely reformed.

Opened this place as a halfway house
for other reformed succubi.

Gives them a chance to get out of
the killing field and onto their feet.

This place is a halfway house
for soul-sucking demons

who sneak up on defenseless men
and seduce them in their sleep?

It's also a halfway house
for soul-sucking demons

who sneak up on defenseless women
and seduce them in their sleep.

MM, darling, give me kisses.

We're in a pantload
of trouble, Rox.

I see. It looks like you're wearing
Hitler's smoking jacket

and it looks even
worse on a girl.

I know!

We didn't come for
the fashion advice.

We're in need of
supernatural consultation.

My normal fee?

Step into my office.

A Chinese warrior,
you say.

Trevor!

I'm going to guess
it was a terra cotta warrior.

Buried with the emperor
of the Qin Dynasty in 209.

We already got that
from the placemat.

If you knew anything at all
you wouldn't be standing in my office.

You'd be running for the hills.

Trevor, come in
and meet our guests.

Watch your mouth
with this one.

Trevor here is just
barely reformed.

You know Trevor used to sneak up
on poor, unsuspecting women

in their sleep and do unspeakable
things to them with his cold, icy...

Hands.

Thank you.

What can I do for you, Roxy?

They have an Earth Elemental
on their hands.

Mmm, nasty.

Start gathering the items
listed on page 47.

An Earth Elemental?

Spirit that draws
its power from living earth.

Can manipulate or control
anything made of earth.

Hence your mudslide
inside a restaurant.

So he's like
the Magneto of mud?

Grapes of wrath, Dubbie.
Do you have any idea

how much of the earth
is made up of... earth?

Himself included.
He can take any form

as long as it's
made of earth.

And hide anywhere.

Gobsmack it, this is
why I hate magic.

Oh, don't make
such a fuss.

Water beats earth, MM.

I'll make you a vial
of aquatic banishment.

You throw it at him and
poof! No more warrior.

But the recipe is delicate.
I will need some time.

So we just hang out here?

No. You must stop the warrior
from completing its mission.

Which is?

Legend says
the terra cotta warriors

were created to have a fanatical
devotion to the emperor.

They believed the world would end
with the death of their liege.

If this one truly
walks the earth,

he will make it his mission to find
the last living heir to the Qin Dynasty

and take him to
the land of the dead.

That's it?

Well, that doesn't
sound so scary.

And release a hail of fire that will
rain down on Earth for a thousand years.

We get to your place,
go inside and pack a bag.

I'll wait outside.

Why do I need to pack a bag?

- OH. Look over there.
- What?

Those are your State Department-
recommended inoculations for China.

A healthy dose of distraction
would help the medicine go down.

We're going to China?

As soon as Ida gives us
the coordinates for the heir.

Let's hope it takes Mudman
a good amount of time

to figure out transcontinental
travel and passport control.

Why can't the Chinese Middleman
just take over the case?

Don't be ridiculous.
China is a Communist country.

A hero would be reduced
to the level of the common man.

I'm the only Middleman,
and you're the only...

- Sidekick?
- Right.

Just you and me against
all the bad things out there.

That's all that separates the
planet from a thousand years of fire.

I hear you.

And keep an eye on yourself.

The vaccinations may cause
drowsiness, paranoia,

and atypically vivid daydreams.

- Yo, Wendy Watson.
- Hey, Noser.

What are you gonna do
with the light fandango?

Not gonna let it distract
me from saving the world.

Wanna do cartwheels
'cross the floor?

Nope, I'm a guided missile
of purpose.

That truth is plain to see.

Oh, hang on.
She just walked in.

It's your mom.

And she agrees
that tuna kills.

Mom, hey.
Can I call you later?

Yes, mother. It is shocking
how much mercury is in fish.

You're right. It's very
important to get the message out.

Know where my puffy coat is?

I borrowed it.

Yes, I know I was cranky.

Did she tell you that
I bailed her out at 3:00 AM?

I'm still in the room.

After the longest day
at work ever.

What's with the repo, man?

I'm going out of town
for a few days.

Hey, Mom. I gotta go.

I'm doing
a job for Roxy Wasserman.

And I sorta owe Lacey an apology
for last night so...

OK, love you too.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

I was really tired last night
and...

I probably should've been
a little more patient...

I mean about working
for Roxy Wasserman.

Roxy Wasserman is single-handedly
keeping fur in style.

Do you have any idea how many
animals die to make her clothes?

I've got a good mind to march
down there right now

and spray
the place with fake blood.

Lacey, no.

Famouse is not the sort of place
where you want to commit a felony.

Roxy Wasserman takes fashion
seriously, really seriously.

And I take animals seriously.
really seriously.

Please don't go down there.

That place, it's...
it's not human.

At least we agree on that.

I don't know how else to say this.

Just don't.
I work with Roxy...

Relax, Captain Day Job. I won't
tell anyone we're friends.

I won't call you
from jail either.

That's not what I mean,
Lacey.

Wait.

Do you guys know
where the furs are?

Hate it, hate it so much
I want to gouge my eyes out,

hate it so much I want
to gouge you eyes out.

Oh, good lord!

I ask for modern. I ask
for hip and what do I get?

What exactly is this?
It's like somebody's nightmare.

My label goes
on these rags, people.

Tell me how to fix it!

How about a fur coat?

Who said that?

What is your name?

Um... Uh... Lacey Thornfield.

"Um... Uh... Lacey Thornfield."

You're adorable.

Now tell me, do I look
like Margaret Thatcher?

A fur coat at a summer shoot?

Shut your eyes! Shut them!

Ignore every stupid thought of conformity
in that tiny little brain of yours

and I want you to visualize like as if
your life depends on your ability to accessorize.

Don't think! Imagine.

Pink tulle fairy skirt with rhinestone
embellished gold lam waist belt

and matching unicorn headdress?

What did you say?

- I'm not sure, ma'am.
- Brilliant!

Absolutely transcendent.
You're like Karl Lagerfeld with breasts.

You heard her, people. Fairy
Skirt and headdress! Go! Go!

Lacey Thornfield, you just landed
yourself a new job as my assistant.

But you already have
an assistant.

Betty, you're fired!

Stand by me, darling.

Not too close.
Back up. Yes.

More horsey, more horsey.

And tighter, tighter horsey.
There we are.

Come on, Lacey.

Pick up. Pick up.

- Pick up!
- Turn that thing off.

There's no way my cell phone
interferes with that thing's frequency.

I'm talking
about your mouth.

Lay off, Threepio.
I've got a serious problem here.

We are in the middle of an
operation.

How close are we?

I'm just finishing the STORC search.

Sperm Tracker Operations
and Reconnaissance Commander.

I'll have a location
for you in 40 seconds.

Dubbie, you have 40 seconds
to talk this out. Go.

Uh, well,

well, Lacey's been mad at me before,
but she's never ignored my calls.

I thought you solved
your female problems.

I don't think female problems means
what you think it means, but no.

Now, it's even worse.

Because of me, Lacey went to Famouse
to sling fake blood at the fur line.

You have to admire
her enthusiasm.

It's not a joke.
She could get arrested.

Again. Or worse.

Those succubi
are completely reformed.

As for the arresting, she's
an adult. She'll handle it.

She's like half an adult.

Hey! I've got an heir lock.

You need to trust Lacey.

Let me just try her
one more time.

And right now,
I need to trust you.

His name's Duncan.

The name of the heir to
the Qin Dynasty is... Duncan?

So where's
the next Emperor to China?

"Strengthen your brain"

What is the heir to the Qin Dynasty
doing in a school in the suburbs?

Physical education
by the looks of his schedule.

Can't believe you gave me
that shot for nothing.

You're not experiencing side
effects, are you?

- Drowsiness? ??? Vivid daydreams?
- Annoyance?

Let's go find his majesty
before that Terracotta Warrior shows up.

That mud-molding demon
could be anywhere.

...fifty daffodils to Shaddam
at the House of Corrino

and, oh, and I have people
working on a water elemental.

Is that a fashion thing?

Do I pay you
to ask questions?

You're supposed to get a drop of water
from each of the seven seas

and a hair from a water buffalo.

I want you to go down there and find
out how far they've come.

I already have the sea water
and hair of water buffalo.

Hair of water buffalo?
What kind of design is this?

One that will prevent fire from
raining on earth for a thousand years.

Someone thinks
a little too highly of her job.

So all that remains is 30
bottles of Tahiti Water.

That's yours, Lacey.

Tahiti Water? That stuff
is terrible for the environment.

It's the only water in the world
with the mineral content I need.

Don't you care
about your carbon footprint?

Is it anything like the footprint
I'm going to leave

on your young, arrogant derriere
if you don't do exactly as I say?

Why is she so mean?

See the way she looked at me?
I thought she was gonna kill me.

I doubt it. Roxy hasn't killed
since the early 80s.

- I'm Lacey.
- Trevor.

You're different than the
assistants Roxy usually hires.

It's 'Cause I have a soul.

- Really?
- Shocking. I know.

I want this job for one reason.

I want to see where they keep
the furs.

You like fur?

I have a thing for fur.

Make Roxy Wasserman happy and
you might just get your wish.

Keep a watchful eye
for our Warrior.

Yes. Because he can control
the very earth with his mind,

and there's earth everywhere
on the Earth, I get it.

You underestimate
the enemy at our peril.

We're in a public school,
there's no earth here, just blacktop.

Which one looks like the heir
to a royal dynasty from the far east?

Allow me.

Red rover, red rover,
send Duncan right over!

He's the heir
to the Qin Dynasty?

Hands Across America,
that's unexpected.

Terracotta roof!

OK, MM, I defer to you on
this one 'cause I got nothing.

Duck and cover, Dubbie.

Roxy said only the Vial of
Aquatic Banishment can kill this dude!

You may want to come with us.

There are just way too many
copies of Terminator out there.

OK, Let's go!

Son, We don't have a lot of time.
I must be blunt.

That warrior wants to serve you up as
a ritualistic sacrifice to the underworld

because you're the heir
to the Qin Dynasty.

We'll either be destroying
the Warrior with a supernatural weapon

or delivering you to an international safehouse
where you'll assume a new identity.

How are you
with foreign languages?

- That's our supernatural
consultant. Excuse me.

Roxy? It's The Middleman.

In a bit of a sticky widget
so let me get right to it.

Is he some kind of superhero?

- Something like that.
- And what are you?

Ever hear of Robin the Boy Wonder?

Yeah. He sucks.

So you didn't know you're
the heir to the Qin Dynasty?

Roxy just finished the Vial
of Aquatic Banishment.

What's your address?

Uh... 1965 Caladan Lane.

Are you smoking terracotta?
We can't take him home.

The Warrior will
track him there.

Elemental my dear Watson.
Right into our trap.

1965 Caladan Lane, Roxy.
And make it snappy.

We can't let the Warrior
beat us there.

What in the gosh darn heck?

Can you give me
just one second?

Lacey,
what are you doing here?

Aren't you supposed
to be in China?

We had a change of plans.
I've been trying to call you.

Sorry. I've been too busy
to take personal calls.

Roxy Wasserman hand picked me
to be her personal assistant.

Apparently I'm Karl Lagerfield
with breasts.

She sent me here
to deliver this bag.

What? But you despise Roxy Wasserman
and everything she stands for.

I thought you'd
be glad I got a job.

You're the one
that told me to grow up.

Hello, Lacey.

Hi, Wendy's boss.

Apparently You have something for me.

This is for you?

Ah, my toner, wonderful.

You can never be
too kind to your skin.

It is, after all, the largest and
most sensitive of the body's organs.

I got the Tahiti Water
for it myself.

Tahiti Water?

You have fundamental issues
with bottled water.

My skin thanks you kindly,
Lacey. As do I.

I hate to delay you
any longer, Lacey.

I'm sure Ms. Wasserman must
be eager to get you back at the office.

Right. Job. Right.

Bye bye, Wendy's boss.

They took her soul.

- I told you, those succubi are completely...
- Her metaphorical soul.

what is she doing working
for a furmonger?

I guess this development is upsetting
but I must remind you to...

Delay any emotional reaction until
we've safely delivered the Earth from peril.

I got it without the lecture.

I'll grab the heir.

You think our son is the heir
to an ancient line of Chinese rulers?

And is currently being hunted by
a military Zealot born of clay made flesh

and bent on taking him
to the Underworld, yes.

There's obviously been
a huge mistake.

That thing came after me, Dad.

It would have killed me if this
guy didn't go T-2 on his ass.

Don't say "ass"
in front of company.

Say "ass" all you want, Duncan.

Our company was just leaving.

Honey, maybe we should listen
to what they have to say.

But this is insane.
Isn't it?

Jessica?

Duncan, you know how Mommy sometimes
takes long international business trips?

Yeah.

Well, sometimes
Mommy gets lonely.

And one time she drank a lot of plum wine
during her trip to Shanghai.

Oh, no she didn't.

Tell me she didn't.

Sometimes her husband forgets
how to make her feel attractive.

Now that we've settled the boy's
lineage

let's move on to more
pressing matters.

The Boy Scouts called.

they want their family
counseling Merit Badge back.

Would you excuse me?

Dad? I'm being hunted!

I am gonna need
so much therapy.

Hey. I know this Dad stuff
is a lot to handle.

Is that your job?
To talk me down?

Well, I understand
where you're coming from.

My Dad disappeared
when I was 14.

I don't know if he abandoned me
or if he's dead.

- That sucks.
- Totally.

But I get what it's like to have
a lot of questions about your Dad.

I'm gonna make sure
you live to get yours answered.

He's just ordered us
to give him the heir.

I told him it's not going
to happen.

Just throw it.

Ashes to ashes
and dirt to dirt.

Shouldn't he be melting
or something?

It'll be a cold day in hell before I
destroy the Earth with bottled water.

Like anyone's gonna
know the difference.

I just had an
atypically vivid daydream.

Duncan! Duncan!

Where's our son?

Roxy Wasserman.

MM, darling,
how much do you love me?

Did you get a direct hit?

Did the Terracotta Warrior
die magnificently?

What?

Where are you now?

On our way.
We should be there in...

one minute 54 seconds,
give or take.

Garbage truck!

Seatbelt please.

The life
you save may be your own.

Yes, Roxy, I'm looking forward
to seeing you too.

OK, buh bye.

"Buh bye?"

A boy taken from his parents
and a thousand years of fire

and that's all you got?

I see no need to forgo simple
courtesy,

and it doesn't seem
to be raining fire yet.

It just one of those rare times I'm thankful

the road to the
underworld is long, burdensome.

Does she know
it's Lacey's fault?

Now is not the time
to cast blame.

It's not even Lacey's fault.
It's mine.

For driving her into that den
of fur, succubus, and anorexia.

We can talk about it after we've
liberated the world from certain doom.

- Stop doing that.
- What?

"Don't talk
until the world is undoomed."

"You can't cry until you've
reached the international safehouse."

"You have 40 seconds
to save your friendship."

These rules exist for a reason.

Why?

I don't have time
to explain right now.

Everything's under control,
darlings.

We're whipping up a
new Vial of Aquatic Banishment.

It was all the fault of that vapid
and useless new assistant of mine.

Hey. That's my roommate
you're talking about.

Wait. Where is she?

Gone.

Good. Wait. Gone where?

- You didn't...?
- She's been dealt with.

Define "dealt with."

Wendy. Roxy would never...

I said "define dealt with."

Your sidekicks's got spunk, MM.

Relax, sidekick.

I fired her.
See, everyone's a winner.

Shall we get to work?

The Warrior will take the old
road to the underworld.

It's long and inefficient.

Stupid ancients and their
mistrust of modern technology.

That means we still have time
to cut him off on the road?

Yes. If you're up for battling
unspeakable horrors

that no mortal has ever survived,
then by all means,

cut him off on the road.

You should hold all questions
until the end of the demonstration.

The new route was created
this century.

It's modern, comfortable,
and most important...

direct.

- Then that means...
- Yes.

- Means what?
- You know the danger.

- It has to be done.
- What has to be done?

Your sidekick will be a
hindrance. You must go alone.

- Go where?
- I can't go alone.

Somebody has to hold
the Vial of Aquatic Banishment.

Oh. Yes. Your hands will be full
with the Scythe.

What Scythe?

The Scythe of Muadru.

That's the question
you answer?

She can handle it.
I have the utmost faith in her.

- She's like her roommate.
- I take that as a compliment.

- Vapid and useless.
- Am not.

See. There. It's settled.

- She's going.
- Going where?!

All Succubi report to your
stations.

We're opening the door
to the underworld.

Lacey! Lacey!
Wait! Are you OK?

I can't believe Roxy Wasserman just canned me
for trying to save the environment.

- It's her loss.
- I'm so mad at myself!

Why'd I have to pull
that stunt with the water?

So much I wanted
to accomplish here.

Anything I can do
to cheer you up?

No.

I need my Dub Dub.

What's that?

It's my best friend.

Who I'm sort of
fighting with right now.

She's kind of always there
to bail me out.

Sometimes literally.

Are you sure
there's nothing I can do?

Actually, I can think of one thing that
would make me feel a whole lot better.

The Scythe of Muadru allows
the living to navigate the Underworld.

If I let go for a second,
we'll be stuck there for eternity.

Which is why your job
is so important.

Hold the little girly bottle.
Hand it to you when you need it.

I got it
the first three times.

My redundancy is only a reflection
of the importance of this assignment.

The Underworld is
full of temptations,

personal and emotional enticements
that would tax the strongest of mortals.

You think I can't handle it?

- I think...
- I know what you think.

I've Been hearing it all day.

"Saving the world
requires focus."

Look, I'm a multitasker.

Ability to defeat evil and deal
with emo at the same time.

It's like my superpower.

Personally, I've never had emo
that didn't interfere with the job.

I find that hard to believe.

I mean,
that you've ever had emo.

Ann Arbor High School, 1991.

Oh, jeez. Way to reach
for a recent example.

Fred Butler was a quarterback
with a bright future.

Big Ten scouts were coming
to watch him play.

He was running a play against Adrian.
Game was in the bag.

One of his line men couldn't
wait to run off the field.

That was you, right?

I had a gal cheering
for me in the stands.

Before the game
she'd given me a mix tape.

- Is "mix tape" a euphemism for...
- No.

The play was called,
the ball was snapped.

All I could think about was
that haunting Bryan Adams song,

and how much I loved the girl
who'd given me that tape.

That's, uh...
kinda sweet I guess.

No, Dubbie. It was pathetic.

Your words. Not mine.

Fred was my man and I was
supposed to have his back.

But instead, I'm whistling that
stupid song from Robin Hood.

The next thing I heard was the sickening
wet crunch when his knee hit the turf.

Fred had three operations before
we graduated high school,

but he
never played again.

You can't be sure
that was your fault.

No. But I am sure
I could have prevented it.

Life sometimes scatters you.
It happens.

Not since then.
And not for us.

I will always give you
100 percent.

I hope I can expect the same
in return.

The Underworld awaits.

Powers of the world beneath,
spirits of the dead,

powers of the planes beyond,
spirits of the restless,

grant us passage through your realms!

Grant us strength
in our journey!

grant us courage
in this travail,

grant us speed
in our crossing,

grant us fortune in our quest.

Open the door!

Open the door!

Open the door!

This is the underworld?

So all those temp jobs
really were hell on earth.

- What do you mean?
- It was a joke.

You know, because this is
supposed to be the Underworld

but instead, it looks just like
a boring old office building.

Sands of Zanzibar!

You see an office building?

Yeah. You don't?

I see a field. Wild.
Overgrown. Barbaric.

Look over there.
A feral rabbit.

Seriously?

No. I see an office building.

Wow. Somebody's funny
in the Underworld.

Which way?

I'm not sure.

We'll have to ask
at the information desk.

What's in all those files?

- Heard of The Book of The Dead?
- Sure.

That was version 1.0.

Now the dead are catalogued in
a proprietary system of files.

Much like our own
Dewey Decimal System.

So there's a record
of everyone who's ever died?

For being an infinitely massive
vale of shadows and mystery,

this place is surprisingly
well-organized.

Dangnabit. Service down here
has gone to pot.

Have you been helped?

- Oh, you're alive.
- Yes. And hoping to stay that way.

We're looking for a Terracotta
Warrior and his boy hostage.

I hate the living.

And we'll be skedaddling
out of your way posthaste

but not until we resolve some unfinished
business with our warrior friend.

You just missed him.
Thousand Years of Fire Room.

Guns of Navarone!
How did he beat us here?

Upstairs. End of the hall.

Better hurry.

Let's roll, Dubbie.

I need you to look
someone up for me.

His name is Peter Watson.
He's my Dad.

Peter Watson?
Sure. Piece of cake.

Or maybe you'd like me
to find a specific Joe Smith.

'Cause that's not at all
inconvenient.

I know Watson is an
annoyingly common name. OK?

Believe me. It's my cross
to bear too. But please.

Look, I know you're dead.

Or something, so you probably
don't even have emotions.

But please try to understand.

I was 14
when my father disappeared.

I've spent my entire life
wondering if he's still alive.

This is my Holy Grail.

This is my Rosebud.
This is...

Not working on me, hon.

Oh.

Can't kill the dead, can I?

No. But you're funny.

Oh, what the hell.
What was the name again?

Peter Watson.

Was he by any chance
with the Luftwaffe?

No. Uh, he flew a DC-3.
Fixed wing. American.

OK.

Dubbie! Now! The Vial!

Dubbie?

OK, here we go.

- You found it?

- I found the right year.
I'm close.

Wendy!

Wendy!

Wendy!

I think I have your answer.

Where the hell did she go?

Watson, I need you!

- I'm sorry. I was...
- Let's go! Move!

Come on!

Don't look back!

Dubbie!

Dubbie, Now!
Come on!

Throw it!

She's gonna blow!

I don't know about you,
but I need some chocolate.

I said chocolate, people!
The good kind.

- I want my Dad.
- I hear ya.

- So.
- Yeah.

Do we need to post-mortem?

It may have an unfortunate
double meaning

but I assure you I mean it solely
in the recap sense of the word.

You were right.

I let
personal stuff get in the way.

Wendy, it's one thing to set
aside a fight with your roommate,

but some things walk
beside you your whole life.

The world could have ended.

But it didn't.

You came through in the end.
That's all that matters.

So what now?

It looks like we have
all the time in the world

if you'd like to have some kind
of emotional breakdown.

Kinda numb right now.

But I appreciate the offer.

You know,
all this Middleman stuff.

I think my dad
would have been proud.

Maybe he still is.

I didn't think I'd hear myself
say this, Trevor,

but I really love these furs.

It's just so great
we're getting to keep so many.

Thanks for helping me carry
them out.

- I don't know how...
- He sucked her soul out! Son of a bitch!

Wendy? What are you doing?

Uh... I got these for you.

To apologize.

And to tell you how much
I admire your soul.

Maybe I should
give you girls a minute.

- Are those really for me?
- Uh, No.

They were kinda sorta
to smash Trevor over the head

for luring you into
a soulless life of fur-wearing

because that's totally not
who you are in any way.

- You'd do that for me?
- I am your best friend.

A girl could go to prison
for braining a guy.

I know, I just get so mad

when I see people doing the wrong thing
I have to take a stand.

I just wish my best friend
would understand that.

That's why I love you.

- Ladies.
- Uh...OK.

Why are homeless men
walking around in mink?

I have to
show you something.

When Roxy Wasserman
offered me a job,

I figured all I had to do
was hang in there long enough

to get to the fur room and go
all Carrie Prom Night II.

but after Trevor finally
got me into the fur room

I started thinking about
everything you said.

And I thought, WWWWD.

WWWWD?

What would Wendy Watson do?

So...

The minks already lost their lives.
I can't do anything about that.

But I can make sure their ultimate
sacrifice is used for good, not evil.

You still committed grand larceny.

You stole all
those furs.

I talked Roxy into donating them.

You did?

Yes. She was so busy she barely
noticed I was still in the building.

She told me to take the furs because
the world's going to hell anyway.

- Oh, Lacey, that is so...
- Mature?

- ...awesome.
- I know! Give me a hug.

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