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Unfortunately, Mr. Sang cannot be with us today.

He was taken by the devil.

Have you ever heard of Viktor Kulzer?

Hilltech Industries?

He signed the same contract as Sang,

and he was found decapitated two weeks later.

That's your personnel file. I came by it in the records room.

- We have a records room? - Of course.

Every company I ever consulted at has a records room.

- Where do they go? - They just fall to the bottom.

What do you want to find when you stop falling?

He wants to make it! In two years,

Sang never took a single pitch I gave him.

- And then Patoff shows up... - He killed Mama Sang!

Wait, what?

God!

It... it was the parrot this time!

He loves it.

According to the flight manifest,

Mama Sang flew back to Seoul that night.

I'm sure he just filled a suitcase filled with money

and sent her on the first flight home.

- That's what I woulda done. - Where?

In your fantasy world

where you're suddenly running the company?

Hey. Show some respect. I'm a creator now.

Look at him. He can't get enough of it.

Well, your new biggest fan fired 23 people in the first week,

15 more people quit in protest.

Yikes. Well, who did we really lose? You know?

Ginger Pete, and Skinny Lips in art, I'm gonna miss them a lot,

but the rest of 'em, I didn't even really know 'em.

See you Monday.

Not if I find something better.

Well, today you're mopping floors,

next week, you're on fries.

- Goodnight, Mr. Patoff. - Craig?

- You're leaving? - Oh, it's Friday,

so everybody's just about to head out for the weekend.

- You have arrangements? - Nothing special.

My fiancée's got a work thing, so I was just gonna go

down the road and grab a beer,

- kill an hour or two. - A beer?

Do you want to come?

I'll need ten minutes to prepare.

I thought you left already.

He invited himself to Chimpers with me.

Friday night drinks with the boss?

Do you know what you're getting yourself into?

I'm just playing nice while he makes my game.

- Will you come with us? - I can't. I've got a date.

- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.

He's picking me up after he finishes work.

What? Who is he? What does he do?

- What are you, my dad? - I'm ready.

Craig?

Ah, it's just one drink. Have a good date.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

So, how are you enjoying the gaming industry, Mr. Patoff?

How many of these patrons

do you think we could realistically fight?

Excuse me?

In a brawl. Five?

- Um... - Six?

I don't know.

I've only been in one bar fight, and that didn't go my way.

One on one, or were you outnumbered?

It was actually just two hits. Him hitting me, and then me...

...hitting the floor.

He hurt you?

It was pretty bad, actually. My jaw was all...

They had to get it all wired up.

May I inquire as to the reason of this fight?

I was young and I thought that I was invincible.

Until the bigger guy took a moment out of his day

to remind me that I'm not.

I think I could fight four of them.

And with the element of surprise,

you could subdue the remaining three.

But this is just guy talk, right?

We're not actually thinking of getting into a bar fight?

- Forgive me, Craig. - I thought...

Mental puzzles.

I'm always running scenarios in my head.

All right.

Well, maybe you should drink more of your beer

slow that hamster wheel down a little bit, right?

Yes, let's enjoy our beers.

You mentioned a relationship earlier.

Yeah, Patti, my fiancée.

We're actually gonna make it official in September.

We're going to have a wedding with about 100, 150 guests.

How about you, you have any... you have a family, or...

Church wedding?

Yeah, that's kind of an issue right now,

'cause Patti's Catholic and I'm not.

I'm really more, Church of Nintendo, you know?

But in order to be at one of the venues of her choice,

I'm gonna have to convert to Catholicism,

which is a whole procedure, and, you know.

You... you would consider this, for the Catholic?

For Patti? Yeah.

I mean, it's just a couple months of brainwashing.

I think it'll be fine.

Now it gets interesting.

You know what? I actually...

- I have to go. - It's over already, our beer?

Yeah, Patti, she... she... I don't know if she has the keys

and I'm worried about leaving her alone in this neighborhood.

The woman who insists you adopt a faith you don't believe in

also expects you to open the door for her?

It's better than getting in a bar fight.

I knew we would have good banter, Craig.

Now, let's finish these and move on to the next place.

The next place? I actually have so much work this weekend,

I think I better be heading out.

You were generous enough to bring me here for a drink.

Now let me take you somewhere in return.

We're not going far.

Ten, please.

Top floor?

You're not afraid of heights, are you, Craig?

Not me, boss.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Your guest...

Of course.

Down to your underpants.

- What? - Ah, it's my fault.

I should have explained, there is a dress code.

Unless you feel that the rules were not made for you.

Craig.

There is someone I want to say hello to.

Order us some drinks at the bar.

Hey, what do you got on tap?

Pick a color.

Give me two blues.

Thanks. I think we're probably going to want to start a tab.

You don't belong here, do you?

Is it that obvious?

I came here with my boss, I think he must be a member here.

What did you do?

What do I do? Um, I write code for, uh...

No, I, uh, create and produce video games.

Milani.

This is my dear friend, Craig.

Hey, Milani. I'm Craig.

He's engaged to be married.

He's abandoning his beliefs for her.

To be fair, I never really had any to begin with.

Where did you meet her, Craig?

At work? Most relationships start at work, don't they?

Ah. It's actually not a great story.

I was getting something removed and she was the attending nurse.

What did she take off?

A benign, fatty lump.

It was behind my left shoulder.

It was about the size of a golf ball.

How romantic.

Carry a little piece of the one you love, everywhere you go.

I don't know that she kept it, but...

Um, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

I'll let you two catch up.

Uh, three more on your return.

Sounds good.

- Hey. How was it? - Artificial limbs in Moscow.

What was that company you were talking about?

Hilltech. Patoff had a contract with their CEO,

Right before Sang signed his deal.

Yeah, well, I think he may have shipped

some of their merchandise over with him.

There's this woman here, um... Melanie or Malorie...

Fuck! I can't remember what her name was, but I'm gonna ask her.

Wait, wait, slow down. Where are you?

I don't know. I'm...

It's very blue here, and beautiful.

I mean, everyone here is so beautiful, like,

nines and above. And the coat guy!

- Are you drinking? - A little bit.

I had one beer and one sip of blue, okay? Sue me.

Anyway, she knows him, this Melody... Fuck.

That's not her name either. What was her fuckin' name?

- What's she like? - I wanna say,

ventriloquist dummy, but I probably shouldn't.

I'm gonna flirt with her and see what I can find out...

Okay, love you too.

Craig, be careful.

Hey.

Did your friend leave?

Perhaps we have to accept

that we're not the most attractive men here, Craig.

So, consultancy work must really pay well if it brings you

into places like this, huh?

I offer a very simple service,

and I work towards the betterment of my client's needs.

For that, I'm generously compensated.

What... what did Sang need?

Did he need more money, or more likes?

Unfortunately, I'll have to leave you for a while, Craig.

I made a promise to help a friend.

Shouldn't take very long.

Although, if I had assistance...

You want me to come?

I'm enjoying your company so much, Craig.

Why let it end?

Whoa, whoa, wait.

- My clothes. - Oh, we're coming back.

Ride up front. I sent the driver home.

What's this favor we're doing?

Delivery.

Wait, what?!

What... What the fucking hell?!

What the fuck is going on?

Who is that?!

- Don't touch! - Ah!

- Stop the car! - I can't do that, Craig.

We need to help him!

I don't think that's advisable.

What's happening to me?

You're having a panic attack, Craig.

Oh, please stop the fucking car. Stop the car.

That won't help you.

You need to control this, instead of this controlling you.

Stop the fucking car! Stop the car!

There you go.

All better?

Would you like some music?

I haven't yet asked, what is your taste?

Are you all right back there?

Oh, I think their mouth will be taped shut beneath the...

what is it, a bed sheet, a table cloth?

We need to pull over to check if he can breathe properly.

He could be choking under there.

But if we remove the sheet, then he may see

- where we're taking him. - Where are we taking him?

A boat?!

Mr. Patoff, sir, I'm not comfortable with anything

that's happening here. I don't know why you thought

that I'd wanna be involved with any of this, but I don't.

To be fair, Craig, the fault's not entirely with me,

but perhaps shared equally between us.

- Wait, what do you mean? - When I asked you to help me

on an errand, you didn't declare your history of panic attacks.

I don't have a history of panic attacks.

How did he look?

Who?

Was he still warm?

Mr. Sang?

Well, I...

I know this must be awkward, but you have my word.

I won't share anything you tell me.

One friend to another.

Did you feel him leave the room?

Mr. Patoff, sir, could we please stop the car? Please.

Well, I can't do that. We're on a bridge.

Before I tell you what I'm about to tell you,

you have to promise me that you won't panic again.

I'll try.

Our passenger back here is responsible for the death

of our imperious leader.

The kid!? You kidnapped the fucking kid?

Okay,

whatever you're thinking of doing, please don't.

You'll find a knife in the glove box.

- Look and see. - I don't want to look in there.

May I remind you

that we work for the betterment of Mr. Sang's interests.

Sang? Sang is dead.

Then revenge would surely be in his interest. No?

He didn't know what he was doing.

You can't hold a child responsible

for something like that.

Who, then? Who do we blame, Craig?

His parents. or schools, or the bullies, or social pressure,

or refined sugar, or vapor trails, or...

...us.

We are responsible for the death of Mr. Sang?

I mean, we didn't pull the trigger, but, yeah,

we sort of handed him the gun.

How long have we been on this bridge?

You're breathing too fast, Craig.

Am I?

You need to confront these fears.

I need to get off this fucking bridge.

Where's the Craig who stood up to that brute in the bar fight?

- He broke my fucking jaw! - But you faced him.

As you will face this. Now breathe with me.

In...

Out.

In...

We are instructed to stop for gas.

Hey, it's Elaine.

Leave a message.

This isn't what I wanted.

Whatever happens, I want you to know that.

Come on... fucker.

Ah. Uh...

What the fuck?

- Where are we? - Uh...

Where are we?!

We're in, uh, Long Beach.

Frank Florez.

If you want to know what he's made of, find Frank Florez.

My friend, Milani, has been struggling with substance abuse

for many years.

I had left her in a rehabilitation clinic in Moscow

but somehow she found her way here.

My aim was to send her home, complete her treatment.

Now, of course I knew she'd put up resistance,

addicts always do.

But now, as a direct result of your actions,

Milani is alone on the streets of Long Beach,

looking for drugs.

You lied to me.

I had to test your loyalty to Mr. Sang

to know if we truly can be friends.

And?

Let's just say

I won't be relying on you in a crisis.

You look nice.

Haven't seen that on you before.

Oh, uh, it's a loaner.

Hmm. Good night?

Yeah. Just got a couple beers after work,

I didn't want to wake you.

You should wear that on Monday.

- Monday? - Church.

We're meeting Father Stollen.

Ah, we'll make a good Catholic boy out of you yet.

Hey, it's Elaine.

Leave a message.

We work for a sociopath. Call me.