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Previously on Reaper...

My parents sold my soul to the devil,
I'm a bounty hunter for hell.

- You didn't tell Andi?
- No! I'm not gonna tell Andi.

If she knows, she'll think I'm a freak.
She'll never go out with me.

- Flowers aren't from me.
- No, they're from Greg.

I know you've been distracted
by all this Greg business,

I took the liberty to
dig up some dirt on him.

Well, you know, Greg's dating twins, ok?
2 slutty twins.

They're his sisters.

Someone gave me the
wrong information.

Who? Who would say that?

He's in the bathroom.

Oh, man. Look at that crazy.

Hey, these are all about the
world trade organization...

The G-8 summit.

Hey, wait.
What was this soul gonna do?

Sam! Sam!

Can I have this
after we capture him?

- Sock!
- Hey, who's out there?

This is a private residence!
I don't think you can be in here.

Leon, get out here!

Listen, I'm all better now.

I'm not killing
anybody anymore.

We can see your wall
of insanity, ok?

We know what you're planning.

No, no!
That's my thought board.

My therapist told
me to make it.

Do we have to come in there
or are you gonna come out?

Well...

Ok, then.

I want you guys to know

I've worked very hard on
my psychological health,

so what I'm about to do
is very difficult for me.

It's really going
to hurt my heart.

There's no freaking way
I'm going back to hell.

Well, this just keeps
getting easier and easier.

Season 1, Episode 6 - Leon
For www.forom.com

Wow. I'm not usually
a morning person,

but I kind of like knocking
a soul off first thing.

Get the rest of
the day to myself.

I knew that guy was
going down easy.

He came out, we sucked his ass up,
and boom, end of story.

Sock, I almost got killed.

Whatever. We've almost been
killed way worse than that.

Uh, Sam,

where's Gladys?

Can I help you?

- Yeah. Is Gladys here?
- On vacation.

- Do you know when she'll be back?
- No.

Is there something
I can help you with?

That?

I'm just wondering if
you want to take that.

Do I want your snow globe?

I mean, is there a place where
stuff like this gets turned in?

Sir, this is the department
of motor vehicles.

Right, right.

Is there anybody else
who could maybe help us?

Do you want his snow globe?

Yeah, I'll take that.

I'm just gonna come
back another time.

- Thanks, guys.
- Thank you.

Halloween

is an extremely
important holiday to me.

The one time of year
when a person allows

his feelings to take flight...

His wishes and desires

to be known to the world.

Ted, uh, you do realize
Halloween is still two days away?

Halloween is not a day, ok?
It's a season.

Which brings me to
my special treat.

Who wants to be our
lucky pumpkin? Huh?

Oh, come on, guys.

You get to dress up as
a beautiful pumpkin

and bring joy to children...
and pass out coupons.

You're not going to
be the pumpkin, Sock.

Racist.

Andi. Hey. Ouch.

- She still mad at you?
- Andi! Andi, come on.

Andi, yes!

You can be the pumpkin.

No. I really don't want
to be the pumpkin, Ted.

I-I'll be the pumpkin.
I'll... Me. Not her.

Ok. Sorry, Andi.

I guess Sam wants
it more than you.

Ok. I got something seriously
cool to show you guys.

All right. You ready?

Sock, stop messing
with the vessel.

Shh, shh! Ok. Do it!

Uh...what do you
want me to say?

It talks!

I know!

I know.
I heard it coming from Sam's locker.

How'd you get into my locker?

Oh, bolt cutters.

Look, I think I'm gonna hide
it in Ted's private bathroom

so he thinks the toilet's talking
to him. What do you think?

- No. We're not doing that.
- I'll do that.

Just leave it alone. Ok?
We don't want to break it.

Listen, I was just wondering,

any chance I can get out of
here for therapy at 3:00 today?

No, I am not letting you out.

Well, why not?

Uh, let's start with
the original problem.

Leon, you were an assassin.

You mean shooting
President McKinley?

Are you going to hold
that against me?

Yes, yes, I am.

That was a hundred years ago.

I'm completely over that now.

I've been out of
hell over a year.

- I haven't tried to hurt anybody.
- You shot at us.

Self-defense!

Leon, you're going
back to hell.

- Do no touch him.
- Oh, come on, Sam.

Why are you doing this?
Why do you care?

Because he's the
devil's bounty hunter.

You got that right, Sock.

This guy really does
have a stick up his ass.

Stick up my ass? What are you,
talking about me behind my back?

No, no, it was a joke.

But doesn't every joke
have a grain of tru to it?

Don't touch it.

Hey, what's up?

- Stocking the candy, huh?
- Yep.

All right.
Is that what we're doing now?

One-word answers?

Andi, come on.

I'm sorry, ok?

I didn't mean to
sabotage you and Greg.

I'm sorry I even got involved.

I was just-- I was truly just
trying to be your friend.

What can I do to
make this up to you?

I'll do anything. Name it.

- I just can't.
- Can't what?

It's not what you
said about Greg, ok?

It's what that said about us.

And if you could do
something like that,

then maybe our friendship
isn't what I thought it was.

Honestly, I just really don't

know how to be friends
with you anymore.

Oh. That's a problem.

I just--I can't.

What the...

Hello, Spike.

Perfect timing,

because my day didn't
suck enough yet.

Surprise.

What's up?

Very little.

O-kay.

This is gonna sound weird,
but are you all right?

Holidays always
depress me, Sam.

Holidays?

What? Halloween?

I thought you'd love
this time of year.

I detest it with every
fiber of my being.

Back when it was the Ancient
Celtic Festival of Samhain...

Now that--that was a holiday.

Dead rising from
their graves...

Damaging crops,
causing trouble.

Good times.

But now you hate it.

It's the
commercialization of evil.

The one day

when not a soul on
earth fears me,

or even believes in me.

I become a party gag.

A plastic mask.

It's only one day
out of the year.

Are you trying to make
me feel better, Sam?

Yeah. I guess I am.

How weird.

In any event,

I let hell take a
holiday on Halloween.

Then everything
grinds to a halt,

paperwork gets backs up.

A few days of vacation sets
me back a hundred years.

It's a nightmare.

Ahh. That's why I
couldn't turn in Leon.

The DMV demon was on vacation.

The whole thing makes me sick.

You want to hear a
really scary story?

This used to be
a slaughterhouse.

Turn of the century

they were butchering a
thousand head of cattle a day.

And when it rained,

the streets would
run red with blood.

- Ahh.
- Then in the 1940s,

a serial killer terrorized
this neighborhood.

Under the cover of night.

He chose easy victims...

You know, runaways...
vagrants... prostitutes.

He brought them all here.

They called him the butcher.

And this little guy,

he was on the torture team
for the butcher down in hell.

Spike may not look like much,

but can he make grown men cry.

So the butcher's on the loose?

He's already
claimed one victim.

And he's going to
try to kill again.

Here.

Police finally
caught the butcher,

but they never found
any of his victims.

There were rumors about what
he did with the bodies.

Oh, no!

She is crying her eyes
out on the inside, man.

Yeah, somehow I doubt that.

Oh, come on,

you guys can handle this.
You made a tiny little mistake.

She's gotta forgive
you sooner or later.

She doesn't trust me.
She thinks I'm a liar.

- I can't blame her.
- Yeah.

Oh, here, by the way.

Took him with me to
trivia night at the bar.

- What?
- Dude knows his history.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You took him out with you last night?
Are you insane?

Listen, you can't just
keep him cooped up

in your locker all day and night,
it's cruel.

Cruel? Sock, he's a murderer.

It was a mistake.
I realize that now.

It was all misdirected anger.

I wasn't mad at President McKinley,
I was mad at my father.

See? Therapy's working wonders.

Last night at the bar,

he was totally helping me through
all my mother issues last night.

- What mother issues?
- Well...

The breast feeding.

And how I never wanted to stop.

And Leon explained to me
that that is ok. I'm ok.

And I can help you too, Sam.

Tell me about your childhood.

My parents sold my
soul to the devil.

So. Ohh. Uh, well,

that's some abandonment
and betrayal...

And I'm gonna guess there
was a lot of bed-wetting.

- Ok.
- Listen, listen.

The point is,

Leon is trying to make
himself a better person.

Ok? He made mistakes.

Just like you made a mistake.

Doesn't everybody
deserve forgiveness, hmm?

You know what I'm saying?

Hey, Ted.

How come you didn't
dress up for Halloween?

Pumpkin costume is
in my office, Sam.

Thank me later for
having it dry cleaned.

The last pumpkin was
quite the sweaty betty.

Scare up some
savings at the Bench.

Scare up some savings
at the Bench. 30%...

I hate this costume.
It's so humiliating.

Well, I think you look like
a very pretty pumpkin.

- I look like an idiot.
- No, you don't.

You know,
Leon said that you might have

some self-esteem issues,
and I can clearly see that now.

- Enough with Leon already.
- Scare up some savings at the--

He's right though. Look at you.

You're embarrassed,

you're all afraid that people
will look you in the eye.

This is not the Sam I know.

Thank you. You're not helping!

You know what,
you are letting the pumpkin own you.

You need to own the pumpkin.

- You own the pumpkin.
- Excuse me?

- You own the pumpkin.
- I would kill to own the pumpkin, ok?

I would kill somebody to be
in your place right now.

Embarrassment does not
compute up here, Sam.

Matter of fact...

I think I might get into my
Halloween costume right now.

Sock? What are you--
what are you doing?

Getting into my costume.
I just told you.

Ah! I am underwear man.

I'm underwear man.

Give me the flyers,
give them, give them.

Listen to me, Sam.

Listen to me.
If someone tries to humiliate you,

all you need to do is just
look that person in the eye

and humiliate them right back.

Show them you're the cat's nuts.
You know what I mean?

Watch this. Hi, there.

Welcome to the Work Bench.
Happy Halloween.

Totally dominated that guy.
See? It's that easy.

You feel better about
being the pumpkin?

Yeah, yeah. I kinda do.

It's actually kinda liberating.

I can feel every littl breeze.

Let's check it out.

Come on, come on.

All righ, Sam. Open it up.

What is it?

- Some kind of thermometer.
- It's a meat thermometer.

You stab it into a pot roast,
turkey or something.

Right, right. The butcher.
Meat. Makes sense.

The butcher?

That's a pretty
good name. Yeah.

If I was a serial killer,
I'd want my name to be

something more effective
like murder man and killbot.

Well, it seems user-friendly.

Stab it into the soul's trachea,
no problem.

What's with the hell hound?

I think he's supposed to
help us find the soul.

So how do we nab the butcher?

Find his hide-out.

I don't know where the
devil took me last night,

but for a change, he gave me a
lot of background on the guy.

Good. Let's look him up.

We need the computer.

No.

Hey, they got some candy up front.
You want some candy?

Don't care.

All right. I tried. Come on.
You're out of here.

Type, Ben.

Found this on a serial
killer website.

"Barney Kirkwood,
a-k-a the Butcher of Ballard,

a particularly brutal killer,
active in the forties.

Nearly escaped prosecution because
the bodies were never found."

That's him,
that's who the devil was talking about.

Now they think he chopped up his
victims and fed them to his dogs.

- Now that's gross.
- You're supposed to be the helper, huh?

- Where is he?
- He is called the Butcher of Ballard.

And Ballard is only
a few miles away.

- Let's go.
- Yeah. Let's do it.

No, I think we're wrong.
This isn't where the devil took me.

Looks completely different.

I don't know, then if...

he's in another neighborhood,
we're screwed.

Look at that.

"Rebecca Cashman."

"Last seen leaving work at the
flower market two nights ago."

Wait a second. This is it.

This is where he took me.

You think he's still
got the missing girl?

I doubt it.
Said he'd already killed once.

But he's coming back tonight.

Thank god it's not
a full moon tonight.

Yeah, I would hate
to have to catch

the butcher under a full moon.

It's getting late,
we should head--

Have you seen Sock?

No, he disappeared as
soon as we got back.

Hey.

Hey.

- What's up?
- What? Nothing.

I was just remembering a really
funny thing that happened.

Oh, yeah? What?

Uh...I was just...
having a private moment--

- Little joke for myself.
- You have brain damage.

Maybe...probably.

All right. So, go on.

So, Ted hears my voice
coming out of his toilet.

And he says, god, is that you?

And I said, yes, Ted.
This is god.

And I've got Abe
Lincoln with me

and we both think you're
a huge douche bag.

And then he started
crying, going,

ooh, ooh, honest Abe,
please forgive me.

S, uh, so,
what does the butcher look like now?

I don't know...

What is it? What is it? Whoa.

Lassie's going nuts.

Oh, Sam, is that you?
Are you playing a joke?

It's not funny.

Look!

I got to stab it!

Go, go, go!

Sam. Listen, Sam,
what do we do?

- I have to get close enough...
- But that's insane, Sam!

Just wait. Maybe it went away.

- Maybe it thinks we left.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- It's coming!
- Stab it, stab it now.

- I got to do something.
- Do it now, Sam. Do it now.

Look out!

Aah! I dropped it, I think.

I lost the vessel!
I lost the vessel!

I'll see you in hell, buddy.

Spike.

Oh my god.
You're the number one.

You are the champion! Ahh!

I've never been so afraid
in my entire life.

- What was it?
- The butcher.

Hell must've turned
him into some kind

of dog monster or something.

Pretzels for the hero, huh?
You saved our asses!

- Take that, take that.
- You know,

I'm gonna have to get
up close and personal

with that thing if I'm
ever gonna capture it.

- That's suicide.
- Tell me about it.

I have an idea.
You're gonna hate this idea but...

Tell me. Anything. Right now.

All right.
I say we ask Leon for help.

- No, no!
- Why? Sam!

We wants to help us.
He knows things.

- He's an escaped soul, too.
- You brought him?!

What? He waited in the car,
he's fine.

Listen, listen, Leon.

Leon, just tell him
what you told me. Go.

I was just saying,
I think I know this "butcher" guy.

He used to hang with
some friends of mine.

Right, right.
All the bazillio of people in hell,

and you knew this guy.
The one guy we're looking for.

Sam, I can tell you're
under a lot of stress,

and that must be
difficult for you--

Stop talking!
Why do you listen to this guy, huh?

Why? Do you have a
better plan, Sam?

Sam, maybe we should really
consider letting him help us.

I mean,
maybe he really is rehabilitated.

- Man, come on.
- Even god forgives sins.

I mean,
and if you're truly repentant.

If you're truly changed,

I mean, is it fair that you
spend an eternity in hell?

I can't believe--

I can't believe this.

Leon has to go back to hell.
Okay? Period.

Excuse me! Hi!

I need somebody to take this soul!
Can you, uh--

Can you send someone up please?

No? No, hey, listen.

I need--I need somebody
to take this soul.

I'm gonna kill him!
Can you get the devil for me please?

I just need to
talk to the devil.

What are you doing? No.

Have ever you thought about
some anti-anxiet medications,

Sam, or yoga,
or maybe journaling?

- I mean, that's--
- Shut up.

What the...

Well, don't look so surprised.

You're the one that
wanted to talk to me.

Can you-- Can you go?

Oh, please with the modesty.

I'm like a doctor, Sam,

it all looks like
you awe meat to me.

Hey, listen, as a friend,
I got to tell you,

you're losing it, man.

Take him to hell.
Please. Take him away.

There's nobody down
there to give him to.

You just have to wait
until Halloween's over

like everybody else.

Just one more day.

Well, can't you just hold
on to him then till then ?

- What's the big rush?
- He won't stop talking.

He's making me fight
with my friends.

I just--I really
need him to go away.

How's the girl?

- She's not talking to me.
- That's what I thought.

Sam...

if I can impart to you
one piece of knowledge,

just one kernel of truth

that I've gleaned over the
entirety of my existence,

it would be this:

Betrayal is the defining
trait of humanity.

Your friends will
always let you down.

The girl will always leave.

- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.

And your so-called friends
are proving my point.

You're not angry at Leon.

You're just upset
because you're realizing

the weakness of your species.

The most untrustworthy,

unreliable creatures
on this earth...

except for bears.

I know this is a hard
lesson for you to take,

and I'm sorry I have to
be the one to teach you.

But it's best you
understand now.

You know, in a way,

I'm the most trustworthy
person you know.

And that's just sad.

No.

Goody. Midnight.

Happy Halloween.

Happy Halloween!

Scare up some
savings at the Bench.

You want a scare--no,
you don't want to scare up...

- Hey, Andi.
- Hey.

- You on break?
- Uh, no.

Ted wants you to go
to the loading dock

when you're done here to
help with a shipment.

Ok. Great.

Wait! Uh...

Are you going to any
Halloween parties tonight?

'Cause I was thinking...

You know, I think that

we should just talk
about work stuff. Only.

From now on.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, great. Yes.
Let's talk about work.

Tonight, have a couple beers.
I can practice

my sales pitch on air
conditioner filters.

I think it might change the
way you look at the world.

No, Sam.
Work talk should stay at work.

Because those are
the new rules.

I... I think those
rules are stupid.

Ok. Well...

It's not about what
you think, Sam.

Why not?

Andi! Why not?!

Son of a bitch.

Sock! Leon's gone! He got out!

Ok, ok. Don't be mad.
All right?

Hands up.

Hi, Sam. Did I scare you?

Say him you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm here to help.

Take it easy! Hey! Guys, guys!

Everything's cool here.
Everything's cool.

No, no everything is cool!
What is wrong with you?

Sam, I said don't be mad.

And I said,
do not to touch him!

See, guys, when you play the blame game,
nobody wins.

Stop, stop,
stop with the stupid therapy crap, ok?!

Sam, he is trying to help us.

Ok, Sock, Sock, my man.

Listen, I am
Sam's responsibility.

Hey, you know what?
How about-- how about

- I prove myself to you?
- How are you going to do that?

Well, you know,
this guy that you're after,

mainly attacks at night.

My theory is,
he's a day sleeper.

- So?
- So, you find him during

the day when he's sleeping,
the element of surprise.

Boom, you've got him.

And you know what?
If I'm wrong, if I'm wrong,

I'll go get back in
that vessel myself. Ok?

No complaints,
and if I'm right...

Well, we're work out,
you know, what my reward is.

I'm bringing the vessel.
One stupid move

and you're going
back inside. I'm...

Let's go for a ride.

So... you guys been
friends a long time?

Guys, this makes me sad.

I feel like I'm the source
of all this conflict.

Can you please
just stop talking?

You know, I just--I just feel like--oh,
here it is.

It's coming up right up here.

A chinese restaurant?

The soul is at a
chinese restaurant?

It's not that easy.

I mean, I got to, you know,

talk to my people,
find out where he is.

And--and, um...
I should probably go in alone,

you know,
being seen with hell's bounty hunter

might be a little bad
on my street cred.

You understand?
Right? All right.

Hey, Leon, grab me some mu shu,
will ya? Leon!

Never mind!

I'll just starve.

This is ridiculous.
I'm going in.

No, no, no, no, no, hey!

Listen, if he wanted to escape,

he would've as soon as I
let him out of the vessel.

Just sit tight.
He's trying to help us. Trust me.

No, Sock.
Clearly, I can't trust you.

Why--why will you not
just give him a chance?

You didn't let him out
to give him a chance.

You let him out because
you thought he was funny.

All right, ok, maybe that did

play into my decision on that,
all right?

But I just think--
no, Sock, don't think!

Ok? You never think!

You play with a hula doll
and almost get us killed!

You spend more energy
trying to fit 75 gumballs

into your mouth than help me!

It's not cute anymore, ok?

It was a hundred gumballs.

100.

Oh, god. Leon needs a nap.

Where's the butcher?

Uh, oh.
You know how to get to the pleasure pit?

- The strip club?
- Yes, sir.

I got a hot tip.

Oh, I hate the way you squeak

through your nose
when you breathe.

The stuff you put
in your hair makes

you smell like a pixie's ass.

Your mutant pinky toe.
Your one bushy eyebrow.

I hate the way you put
ketchup on macaroni and cheese

everytime you eat it.

Oh, and you wear mandles.

You said the mandles were ok.

I lied, Sam.

Mandles are never okay.
I was being nice.

Hey, guys.

Guys, you got one more stop.

We are really close,

and, oh, um,
could we drop off Cinnamon?

- Her place is on the way.
- Hi, guys.

You know, I think I'm gonna
catch the next soul on my own.

I think that's a great idea.

Good.

Good.

Ohh. Oh, yeah, hey.
I got a line on him.

Bring the vessel.
It's going down.

- Well, we're here.
- Are you kidding me?

You took us all over town
to bring us back here?!

I told you,
I had to talk to some--

We've already been here, Leon!
We know this place.

I am such an idiot!

Follow me.

Ha ha! Boom!

How'd you know
about this place?

I told you. I know people.

Oh, man. He's there.

All right. Let's do this.
Do you have a flashlight?

Of course.

Dude, what are you doing?

This is not about you, Sock.

So, I'm still going to hell
after all this is over?

Leon, put the gun down, man.

You know I have to
send you back, Leon.

Ok. Hand over the vessel.

- What?
- Whoa, whoa. Slow down.

- This is nuts. Ok?
- Hand it over!

And now, get in the hole.

- That thing will kill us, Leon.
- No, not you.

Just the bounty hunter.

- Leon, you don't want to do this.
- I know I don't.

That's why I'm going to
let dog boy do it for me.

Sock, come on,
stop messing around.

Listen, did you really
think I was going

to let you put my best friend
down that hole by himself?

What are you doing?

No, if Sam goes in,
I'm going in.

- Sock, don't.
- Sam, just stop.

Sock, that is...

That's a really
beautiful gesture.

You're really decent, but...
really stupid.

- All right, ok.
- Ok.

Take it easy.

Boy, my therapist...

is going to be really
disappointed in me.

I'm gonna--
I'm gonna hug you, ok?

- Yeah, ok.
- Like a man hug?

Yeah, that'd be nice.

- Sock?
- Yeah?

What are you--
are you feeling my ass?

- No. No.
- What are you doing?

There's something
in the backpack.

Do you think it'll
work on that thing?

Ahh! I don't know!

Let's chuck it, chuck it!
Throw it!

Sock! Are you all right?

Sam!

Sam!

- Sock?
- Yeah!

I'm fine. I found the vessel!

Throw it! Throw it to me!

Sam!

Sock!

Spike! Good dog!

Sam!

Oh, god!

That was incredible!

Holy.

That was too close.

Are you ok?

Oh, it's just a flesh wound.

You?

I think so.

I'm really glad you didn't
get eaten by the dog monster.

Yeah.

I'm glad you didn't get eaten.

All right.
Let's get out quickly.

Come on.

What are you doing carrying me?

I tell you,
as soon as I get my leg sewn back on,

I am treating you to a
big frosty beer product.

Wait. What about Leon?

Don't worry about that guy.

I know exactly where
that little traitor is.

So my father says,

"why can't you act be
more like your brother?"

Which that--ohh.
That just hurt. You know?

That hurt because...

my brother ends up
being an opium addict,

so, you know,
that didn't work out very well for him.

Plus, every time--

Hello?

Oh, no. Ok.

Security says someone is
trying to break into my car.

Let me just check on it.

Oh, yeah. Go ahead.
No rush. No rush.

Guys! Guys! Hey!

Guys, guys!

Hey! Oh, wow!

Oh, you're alive! That's great!

How's therapy, Leon?

Therapy? Uh... it's a process.

Huh. Process. Yeah.

You got a lot of issues, man.

I do, I do!

You know, and it's weird,

because I'm genuinely--
I'm genuinely happy

that all of you guys are alive.

Then, you know, I'm sad

because I'm going back to hell.

So I'm carrying around all
these conflicting emotions.

I'm carrying around seven stitches.
I wonder what's worse.

Oh, yeah. I guess--

Not this time, bro.

Good one.

Ok.

Here's how it's going to play,
all right?

You let me go,

and I don't blow your
friend's face off.

You're not going
to do that, Leon.

You couldn't do it before.
And you're not going to do it now.

You've been going to therapy.
Working hard on yourself.

You really want your
therapist to come in here

and find two dead
bodies on the floor?

Oh! Sam.

Put the gun down, Leon.

You're not that person anymore.

Yeah, ok. You're right.

You got me.

I'm sorry. I didn't--

I didn't really want
to blow your face off.

No problem.

I did really want to
break your wrist though.

Still might.

I'm starting to think I
need the structure of hell

for a little while longer.
You know?

I'm gonna work on myself
down there for real.

Maybe go freudian this time.

Five sessions a week.
I'm gonna make you proud, guys.

We'll miss you, Leon.

Shh. It's our turn.

Hey, Gladys, you look... rough.

Good vacation?

We party hard in
the underworld.

Oh, woman, please.

We need to party together.

Place the vessel on the mat.

Yeah, um...

Can you take good care of it?

Or that, either way.

This is fairwell!
And not good-bye!

I made a mistake.

I totally admit that,
and I have apologized for that,

- on numerous occasions.
- Sam--

I'm not finished.

You and I started
out as friends,

and even if you don't think it was real,
I did.

I still do.

So you have to forgive me,
because one mistake

is not enough to just
throw everything away.

Everybody screws up.
I will, you will,

and I'll probably,
definitely do it again.

But I miss what we had and I'm
not gonna let it go that easily.

So...

You practice that speech?

Yeah, I did. In my car.

- Good acoustics.
- It was good.

You usually don't take
a stand like that.

You're right.
You're absolutely right.

You deserve better.

Good, great!

I got to be honest with you.

I was completely miserable.

I just can't stand being in a fight.
I'm so bad at it.

I don't know, you're

pretty effective with the
whole silent treatment.

Yeah, but I have a
stomachache all day.

So...

What should we do?

We do what friends do.

We, um...

Get a beer after work tonight?

Ok.

Yeah, that sounds really good.

All right.

Yeah, all right.

Yes!

- Hey!
- You look happy.

Oh, I am. Halloween is over.

My demons are back in hell
torturing the damned.

All is right with
the underworld.

All right.
Is this gonna take long?

Ted wants me to get back,

take care of some
thanksgiving stuff.

I just wanted to see
my favorite employee.

You know,
you were the only one of the lot of them

who actually did his
job these last few days.

I'm touched, Sam.

Great.

Why don't you and I go out
on the town tonight? Huh?

- We'll get a limo.
- Can't. I've got plans with Andi.

Andi who isn't
talking to you? Andi?

She is now.

All right. Tomorrow night then.

Meeting Sock. Yeah.

All that crap you said about
humanity and betrayal and stuff?

You're totally
wrong about that.

- Am I?
- Yeah.

You are really negative,
you know?

It warps the way
you see the world.

You should think
about that a little.

Maybe...

talk to
somebody. Professionally.

Anyway, I'm gonna go.
Good talk.

Sam, I invented therapy.

Ok?

So that the wicked could
justify their actions.

I'm starting to be
able to figure out

when you're lying, as well.

Thanks to Raceman
for the transcript.

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