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[Mark] Devon! Devon!

[Helly] No, no, no. Listen,
we're not happy. We're miserable.

- [knocks on window]
- [Irving, muffled] Burt!

[Helly] They torture us down there!

[Mark] Devon!

- [Helly] We're prisoners!
- [Irving] Burt!

[Mark] She's alive!

- [gasps, pants]
- [elevator bell dings]

I suppose you're Mark S.

- I--
- I'm Mark W.

Who are you people?

[speaking Italian]

Would you be open to
using a different first name

to avoid confusion?

Welcome back, Mark S.

Been a minute.

[Mark] Where are they?

[Mr. Milchick] I think it's best
to save any queries

till we arrive at the management office.

[Mark] Were they fired?

[Mr. Milchick] You can leave the balloons
in the foyer by my old desk.

We've much to discuss,
and I don't want them distracting you.

I assure you, they won't be taken.

Mr. Milchick, please.

What you all did five months ago

was one of the most painful moments
in the history of this company.

Five months?

I, too, was wounded by it.

But we must be cut to heal, mustn't we?

Wait, did you say your old office?

Mark, this is Miss Huang.

Miss Huang, Mark S.

Hello.

She'll be happy to mind your balloons
while we chat.

Right this way, Mark.

You can shut it.

Is it normal for a child to--

Excuse the clutter.

Okay. What's happening?

Ms. Cobel is no longer with this company.

I now manage the severed floor.

What about my team?

We didn't fire them.

Helly R. and Irving B. both successfully
made contact with persons on the outside,

just as you did.

Dylan G.'s outie learned what happened
after the fact.

The four of you
have achieved international fame.

As a group, you've become known
as the face of severance reform.

- Severance ref--
- Have a seat, Mark.

Shortly before your mutiny,
we installed security doors

to keep you in MDR.

This accompanied a punitive rendition
of the Kier hymn performed by Ms. Cobel.

Do you recall?

I do.

I locked you in a room
like an animal, Mark.

As an unsevered man,

I'll carry that knowledge
the rest of my life.

But for the past five months,

we've been asking how a sadist
like Harmony Cobel

could take fertile root in Lumon soil.

And what that says about us.

We also know Ms. Cobel
was at your sister's home

when you awoke there.

Yeah. W-Why was that?

We believe she'd developed
an erotic fixation on you

and had plans to pursue both you
and your outie

in what might be termed "a throuple."

What?

Thankfully, she failed at this.

You still haven't told me
where my team is.

We tried for weeks to get them back, Mark.

None of them agreed.

We told them of the reforms,
but it wasn't enough.

Except for me?

Your outie insisted on returning.

In fact, he begged us to let him back
right away.

So the others, they-- they refused?

Yes.

Well, I'd like to hear it from them.

That's not possible.

Enjoy your balloons.

[Mark W.] Yeah. We-- We showed up
about an hour before you did.

It's a little cramped
compared to our old MDR,

but I love the green carpet.

Ours was a crème brûlée
and the keyboards were puce.

[employee] They were purple.

No. They were puce.
I know because it makes me nauseous,

and I hate sweets.

Speaking of which, how much do we see
of that Mr. "Milkshake"?

Milchick.

[Mark W.] What?

Uh, it's Milchick, not milkshake.
And I don't know.

Marco,
where I can find some ink, uh, pencils?

Uh, supply closet.

[speaking Italian]

I'll show ya.

- So, did you really see the outie world?
- Yeah.

[chuckles] How's the sky?

I don't know.

- What, you didn't see it? [chuckles]
- Well, I went outside for a second,

but I was distracted by my brother-in-law.

Seriously?

Because we made a list of
what we'd most like to see on the outside.

And, uh, sky was an easy number one.
[chuckles]

Brothers-in-law weren't even on the list.

Grazie.

Could you tell what state we were in?

Because three of us put Wyoming
on our input survey.

- Did you see any buttes?
- No.

Oh, my God. How's wind?

Is it just like getting breathed on,
kind of?

Hello, Refiners.

Hello, Miss Huang.

[Mark W.] Oh, no. It's the ball game.

Let's head to the kitchenette.

Okay. So,

my name is Miss Huang.

It's my first day here as deputy manager.

I guess something about me is that
before this, I was a crossing guard.

[chuckles]

Mark W.?

Why are you a child?

Because of when I was born.

Right. I'm Mark W.

I'm from the MDR department of branch 5X,

where I worked with Gwendolyn Y.

Kind of a fun fact about me is that
I thought I'd be permanently retired

when my branch shut down.

So this is a nice surprise.

Mark S.?

[clicks tongue] Okay.

[clicks tongue]

I'm Mark S.

And, uh, I've been here about two years.

Something about me...

is...

that I am lucky enough
to have made four new friends today.

- [laughs]
- That's nice, Mark.

But I have to remind you
that I'm a supervisor,

not a friend.

Three new friends.

Okay.

Congratulations to our two Marks. And now...

[sighs]

[sniffs]

[beeps]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

What's your perpetuity wing like?

- Do the Eagans move?
- Uh, no.

Huh.
Probably because it's an older branch.

- Ours were animatronic.
- Oh.

They even did
this little choreographed dance.

So yours just stand there? That's weird.

[Italian employee] In my first
perpetuity wing, the Eagans were brooms.

[Gwendolyn] Brooms?

- Each with a face made of a plate.
- A plate?

We were very poor.

[Gwendolyn] Did you guys
have the CPR dummies?

- [Italian employee] Yeah.
- Hmm. What were those made of?

- Brooms.
- [Mark W.] Did you have an elevator?

[Italian employee] We had--
How do you say, um, a rope.

[Gwendolyn] Jesus.

I'm heading out. You good?

Yep. Just about to close out.

Ah, good. Thank you.

You know, my old team
was a bunch of dirtbags.

We never hit quota. Not once.

But it seems like you really liked yours.

So, I'm sorry.

Good night, Mark.

Good night.

- [scanner beeps]
- [elevator bell dings]

Hey, everybody.

[Mr. Milchick] "Dear Outie,

I don't know if this will reach you,
but I'm writing to alert you

of the heinous conditions
in the severed office

to which you have transferred me.

The branch is run by a shambolic rube
who goes by Milkshake."

Oh, my God.

"A man whose stupidity is rivaled
only by that of the nine core principles.

If you must continue to send me here,
please consider strapping a bomb to me,

so that I may explode both Milkshake
and the very spirit of Kier Eagan.

Wrathfully, your innie, Mark W."

Oh, my God. That's... [stammers]
...very serious.

Is it earnest?

Mm-mmm.

Do you really think I'm a shambolic rube?

Wait, you think I wrote this note?

[speaking Italian]

Were you going to frame all of us
or just Mark W.?

Clever way to secure the name
for yourself, I suppose?

- I don't know why you hate this team.
- [Mark] I don't hate this team.

You didn't even
disguise your own handwriting.

You know what?
I don't even know who this team is.

I told you. I want my team.

Which part of that don't you understand?

[inhales deeply]

Mark S., at this time,
I revoke your status as Department Chief,

which will be transferred
to your intended victim, Mark W.

I accept.

You will be relegated to the office

and must check in regularly
as to your progress.

Do you even have a brother-in-law, asshole?

What's funny?

[chuckles]

You don't know what I did
to the kitchenette yet, do you?

[laughing]

Goddamn it.

Hey!

You're definitely not supposed to do that.

Mr. Milchick,
I've got Mark S. in your office.

He's got the speaker.

Hello? Is anyone there? Is the Board on?
It's Mark S. from Macrodata Refinement.

[static feedback]

Okay. Well... [stammers]
...if you're there, please listen.

Now, I know that you want to
do the right thing for severed people,

- which is why I need to see my team again.
- [Mr. Milchick] Mark!

If we truly are the face
of severance reform, as you say,

- then they deserve a chance.
- [Mr. Milchick] Mark!

[Mark] Please. They're my friends!

You can't just make them disappear!
Please!

[breathing heavily]

[Mark] Um, look, Mr. Milchick, I only
went to the Board because I cannot--

[Mr. Milchick] The Board
does not converse with innies.

It is clear your outie's fame
has gone to your innie's head.

No, my innie just wants his coworkers back
so we can serve Kier together.

- [beeps]
- [elevator bell dings]

Are you firing me?

On you go.

Why can't you just bring them back?

Goodbye, Mark S.

Wait!

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[whimpering, panting]

[elevator doors open]

- [elevator bell dings]
- [doors open]

- Dylan!
- Mark.

- Did it work?
- It worked.

- Where are the others?
- I don't know.

Milchick was-- I didn't think
I was coming back.

- I've been back a couple days already.
- What?

Yeah. And they had a whole new team.

- Cobel just replaced us?
- No, no, no, no.

Cobel's gone. Milchick's in charge.

Okay, so the man who just tackled me
and cut up my best belt is our boss now?

- Fuck me.
- Wait, wait. He tackled you?

Yeah, bad. Which-- I mean, fair,
I tackled the man first,

but I didn't fuck with his belt.

"Kier pardons his betrayers"?

- [knocking]
- [Irving] Burt! Burt!

[Dylan] Dude, are you okay?

Irving, what happened?

The fuck? Irv! Dude, what's wrong?
You poor up there?

Come on. Come on.

[sighs]

[elevator bell dings]

[panting]

[Mark] Helly!

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

I'm okay. [pants] Did you wake up?

- Yeah, yeah, it was crazy.
- Same.

Oh, my God. I was so worried about you.
[sniffles]

- How long has it been?
- [sighs] Five months, maybe more.

Where's everybody else?

Come on.

They're gone.

[Irving groans]

[Helly] Irving?

He won't come out.

[Irving groans]

- Hey, Irv?
- [Irving] I'm-- I'm sorry, Mark.

I just need a moment, please.

[Mark] Okay. Take your time.

Okay, so what is going on?
We're not in trouble?

I don't think so. I mean,
Milchick said our message got out.

He said we're famous.

All of us equally
or one of us is, like, the star?

I don't know.
But then he tried to fire me, I think.

Why?

[stammers] Well, because I sort of
sabotaged the new people.

- New people?
- So, what the fuck happened up there?

Well, look, Milchick is probably coming.

Good. I owe him a fucking belt cut.
Now tell me.

What if they're waiting for us
to tell each other what happened

because they don't know what happened?

I mean, what if they're listening, Dylan?

Wait, what happened
to the security camera?

- [door unlocks]
- [Irving grunts, sniffs]

I--

I'm sorry, I was, uh...

just, uh--

Are you okay?

Hi, everyone. I'm Miss Huang.

Mr. Milchick's waiting for you
in the break room.

[Dylan] What the fuck is going on?
Why is she, like, eight?

[Mark] I don't know.

Wait, s-so they replaced us?

Uh, for a couple days.

Who was me?

They weren't, like, specific counterparts.

They were, I don't know, weird.

Okay. Well,
I don't think you should feel bad at all.

- Feel bad?
- Yeah, for ending their lives. Fuck 'em.

Well, I wasn't trying to--

[Dylan] No, dude,
I'm saying don't feel bad.

Like, I'm sure they deserved it.

[door beeps]

[door closes]

Macrodata Refinement. Welcome back.

Please, take a seat.

Irving, if you wouldn't mind
being in back.

Tall glass of water.

I guess the Board reconsidered my terms.

Guess so.

What you're about to see will be shown
to every innie who sets foot

in this building after today.

I hope it will give you
a sense of Lumon's feelings.

[whimsical music playing]

[bird screeches]

Oh, hi. You probably don't recognize me
from this angle.

I'm the Lumon Administrative Building,
branch 501.

And you're sitting in me right now.

The name's a mouthful,
or as I say, a "doorful."

So you can just call me Lumon.

I've gone through a lot of changes
since my siring here in 1870.

But one thing I've always had
is a love for my workers,

both unsevered and severed.

Not to brag,

but my basement floor is one
of the premier severed workspaces

in the 206 countries
from which Lumon operates.

Hey, no running in my halls!

That tickles.

[gulps]

[chuckles]

But what makes a building truly happy?

This question came to light
when four MDR workers,

dissatisfied with their severed lives,

conspired to mount
what Lumon historians will forever call

the Macrodat Uprising.

Under my literal nose unfolded
a human drama of danger and intrigue.

Righteous anger.

Let's burn this place to the ground.

[Lumon Administrative Building]
Inspiration.

Why are we down here
still working in the dark?

[Lumon Administrative Building] And love.

What the shit?

The Macrodat Uprising
yielded bounteous reforms.

These include tasty new snacks,
like fruit leather, cut beans,

Christmas mints, and salsa.

[mouthing] Ah-- Wh--

Not sold yet?

The incentives were also reformed

and now range from hall passes
to pineapple bobbing...

to our brand-new playful mirror room.

You know, it's funny. I've sat by
this reflective pool my whole life,

yet it took the quiet courage of four
MDR heroes to show me who I really am.

They made quite a splash.

They sure did, Water Tower.
And I thank Kier for them.

I thank Kier for the Macrodat Uprising.

I know we have our differences...

but I want you to know that
I truly respect each and every one of you.

And I don't wanna be your jailer.

By end of day, each of you will choose
whether you want to remain here.

Not your outies, but you.

If you start work on your file,
I'll assume you want to stay.

If not, I'll send you to the surface.
No ill will.

Maybe I'll even buy you
a drink at a bistro one day. [chuckles]

Like the rest of the severed floor,

the break room has no cameras
or microphones.

Privacy shouldn't mean packing
into a supply closet

like so many sardines. [chuckles]

I truly hope you all will choose to stay
and enjoy what you've helped build.

A new quarter. A fresh start.

For all of us.

[door closes]

What the hell was that?

Massive-ass head game is what that was.

So what the hell
did you guys see up there?

Well...

He said there were no microphones in here.

Yeah, he says a lot of shit,
so just fucking whisper it.

Okay.

[whispering] So, I was at a party
at my sister's house for Ricken Hale.

Wait, what?

You know Ricken Hale?

[Mark] He's my outie's brother-in-law.

What?

And for some reason, we both know Cobel.

[Dylan] That's insane.

Yeah. Well, there's something else.

Just before I switched back,
I found a wedding photo.

Now, I guess my outie's wife died
a few years ago.

Oh, shit.

Which, apparently, is part of
why I decided to get severed.

Except...

[chuckles]

...the woman in the photo was Ms. Casey.

Ms. Casey is your wife?

Is my outie's wife.

But she's dead.

No, I know, but it was her.

Then she's down here.

No. I went to Wellness. It's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

I mean, it's gone.

Oh, my God. Mark, are you okay?

Yeah. Well, I don't know.

[stammers] What about you?
What did you see?

I saw the inside

of a really fucking boring apartment.

[Mark] So, you live by yourself?

Yeah.

I was watching some nature show on TV,
wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt.

[Dylan] What kind of T-shirt?
Did it feature, like, a band or pocket?

It was like a "save the gorillas" shirt.

Cool.

I guess.

And then what?

Uh, then I went outside and found a guy.
He-- He looked like a gardener.

Told him everything. I think
he kind of thought it was bullshit.

But, uh, he said that
his brother was a cop

and that he would tell him everything.

I don't know.
Sorry, guys. I-- I-- I really tried.

A gardener?

Yeah.

A night gardener?

I-- I think so. I mean, maybe
he has a different job during the day.

Oh.

What about you, Irv?

Do you s-- suppose he's serious?

About letting us leave?

Irv, what did you see?

It's not our world up there.

That's what I saw.

Come on, man.

You can tell us.

[Helly] Yeah, it's okay.

Even if it's bad.

Irv.

I just wanna walk for a bit.

- I'll talk to him.
- No, no. We should all go.

No. He's fine, okay?

Let me talk him down. You go back to camp.
I'll get you if I need you.

- Are you sure? You--
- [Helly] But--

Hey, Irv's gonna be okay, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Dylan's on it.

And we have till the end of the day.

Yeah.

Did you guys look happy
in the wedding photo?

Yeah, we did.

You know, I never, like--
Ms. Casey and I never felt that way.

Okay.

So, what are you gonna do?

Well, uh...

I gotta get her out of here.

Right? I mean,
if she's my wife... [stammers]

Right. Of course.
I mean, assuming she's still here.

Though technically, strictly speaking,
she's not your wife.

I'm pretty sure
your outie bought the ring.

Sure.

Except, you know,
we're the same-ish person.

So, it's, uh, mushy.

[scoffs] It's m-- It's mushy?

- Is that what it is? Mushy? Okay.
- It's-- Yeah. Listen, Helly--

We're not the same, actually.

Us and the outies, we're not.

And speaking for myself,
I don't think we owe them shit.

But Ms. Casey is--

Well, she's one of us.

So, if you wanna help your outie
and find out what happened to her...

I'll help.

So you're staying?

I think I'm staying.

- Irv. Hold up.
- Leave me alone, Dylan.

Oka-- Dude. Is it--
You can't leave until the end of the day.

Are you sure?

Irv.

I failed at the objective.

What?

I went to go find Burt.

Okay. Did you see him?

He's married,
or, at least, he's with someone.

I-- I saw them through the window.

Shit.

I should be happy he's happy.

Yeah. But, um,
seems like you're probably not, right?

The last time I was happy
was when all I knew was MDR.

When I was good at my job

and not trying to be happy.

I'm going to leave, Dylan.

It is not leaving.
So stop fucking calling it that.

- I know, you want-- I know--
- Just fucking try.

You're a good friend, Dylan.

[breathing deeply]

Before I went to Burt's,
I woke up in my apartment.

What?

I was standing in front of
some kind of easel.

Fuck. There's easels up there?

Yeah. My outie was working on
a painting of a hallway. A black hallway.

Like the break room one?

[Irving] No, it was different. Darker.

There was an elevator at the end
with a downward arrow.

He painted dozens of them.

Fuck. Why?

I don't know.
And I wanted you to know before I left.

- Okay. Well, you're not. You-- No.
- [straining]

Stop it. Stop it. Listen to me.

Look, I'm sorry that outie Burt
has a hot husband or whatever.

But he is not the point.
Innie Burt is the guy you fell for,

and I know
because I encouraged the courtship.

I--

I want it to be over.

Okay. So then after you find
the black hallway or-- [stammers]

I want the pain to be over.

If he's gone and I'm gone...

Stop saying that.

...then somehow, we'll be together.

He wouldn't want that.

How do you know?

Because I don't want that.

Because I would be sad,

and I would be less productive,

and I'm really good at what I do here,
whatever it is.

And you're part of what makes me
good at it. So please, do not go.

Dylan.

I'm your favorite perk.

Don't bring them into this.

All I'm saying is, if Burt was still here,

he would be telling you to stick around
and figure out what the fuck this is.

[Miss Huang] Dylan G.

Mr. Milchick would like to see you.

Right.

I know, but they said it would be
corrected by now.

It should be Mr. Milchick.

M-R-period-space-M-I-L-C-H-I-C-K.

- Well, I sympathize...
- Mr. Milchick--

...but could you please see
that it's taken care of? Yes. Thank you.

If someone calls about my welcome screen,

I need you to put
that call through immediately.

Yes, sir.

You wanted to see me?

I did.

Thank you, Miss Huang.

You gonna apologize about the belt?

Your wife's name is Gretchen.

What?

She wanted you to know.

Come with me.

And I do apologize, Dylan,
for not being a better listener.

For not hearing your needs.

[chuckles] Take a look.

These are blueprints for a new renovation,

of which I chose
not to inform your colleagues.

It's called
the Outie Family Visitation Suite.

[chuckles] Are you saying
I could see my family here?

If you take the name of the room
at face value, I'd say yes.

Holy fuck.

[chuckles] The holiest.

Sadly, everyone else
in your department is single.

As such, I'm asking that you
keep this between us...

- Are-- Are you--
- ...only to avoid resentment.

I'd hate for your friends to turn against
you after all you've done for them.

You okay?

[Dylan] I'm okay.

Where's Irv?

[Irving] Right here.

Irv. You okay?

I'm okay.

["God Walked Down" playing]

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