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Wait, we need to establish how much on the shot.

You want some action, Dewey?

I want some action.

Oh, I'll take your action.

- Okay. - See you soon.

Oh yes. That's confidence.

Okay.

Welcome to my hole, Dewey,

With the verbiage. Okay.

Dewey: Okay. I didn't expect that.

What?

Past the sticky traps.

And that's not...

This can't be happening!

Yes!

Damnit. Why me every time?

No, man. No. Just have some sympathy.

I...rent money, Taser.

I feel bad for ya.

Double or nothin'

I'll go again. Yeah.

You know, Leonard,

if I was smart I'd take this home

and pretend I drafted it at my kitchen table.

I could sell it to every oil and gas company

in the world.

But you did this on company time.

Eh.

I could make millions!

At a company desk on company paper.

Todd: Alright, shut it down nerds.

Ah.

It's time to golf.

I want you playing in my group with corporate.

And you can look fantastic doing it.

Fuck golf.

I wanna show you something.

Relax big boy, golf is fun,

and I have something I need to tell you.

Earmuffs, Leonard.

Yeah, just...

Charles is trying to close this plant down.

On paper, we're the least profitable, company-wide.

Hey, lay off the drugs, bro.

It's what I've been told.

You've been told wrong.

This plant is profitable.

I should know, I practically built it.

Well, Bennett fucked us.

So we need to un-fuck us.

Jamar's flying in and playing golf with us today,

I need you to answer any technical questions

as they come up.

You know what, Todd Stool,

you're not the boss of me, okay?

I don't take orders from circus clowns.

If it wasn't for me, you'd be cutting grass, bro. Okay?

When smart people talk, you should listen, right?

Yeah.

This is a re-think of our flare tip technology.

We go to a 16-gauge pipe with some realignment

and it'll reduce our footprint by...

Twenty-five percent.

This is revolutionary.

Hey, we can slow down if you're lost.

Sounds expensive

and we don't have time to tack this onto our existing projects

or test it.

Conch Industries will claim ownership of the invention.

They'll make millions.

There's not gonna be a refinery to re-pipe

if we don't find a corporate ally.

We tee off in 90 minutes.

Come on, Medhi, I need you.

We'll see you there.

What are ya doing?

Ah, you know, I'm thirsty.

Well, the man was right.

You know, we don't have the time.

We don't have the money.

Come on,

let's go look at girls.

You Jamar?

Ah, yeah.

Great, let's go. We got work.

What?

Excellent!

Chew?

Ah, no.

Suit yourself.

Woooo!

Hole six is the perfect spot.

There's a bridge there, you can't miss it.

Another sunset?

Todd: By then Jamar's already had a few,

hopefully we're not playing like shit.

And bam, we hit him with Bennett's laptop.

Okay, we've got the last three years of top sheets loaded up

and ready to go.

Should take about ten minutes.

Bev: Ten? Really?

It'll be faster than that.

Okay. Yeah, we're that good.

Five minutes.

It's actually a good plan.

It'll be the middle of the woods,

he'll have nowhere to go.

Medhi, Chelsea and I will warm him up.

You girls hit him with the facts.

Our plant is profitable.

Another seltzer?

Audrey: Yes!

Steph: Alright. Todd's Sister you're with me today.

You're up next.

I got it now.

Well, you-

Fuck!

You-you two combine your scores against mine,

best tally wins 50 bucks.

Okay, I got that.

Alright, 50 bucks.

Now get the fuck away.

What the fuck is that? Steroids?

What are you? Junkie?

Ah, it's my nephew's Adderall.

It's for focus.

It's legal.

Fifty bucks, I'll take that action.

How 'bout a hundred?

Okay, yeah. I'm Dewey.

You're the, yeah.

You got any beers, man?

I'm the chairman of the board.

You're gonna have to ask somebody else.

Hey!

Welcome to Imperial Valley.

Oh, welcome to you too!

Oh, ah...

I've been here six times.

Oh.

Um... um...

Alright, let's hear it for DJ OddJob, everybody.

Yes!

Okay, now I don't wanna see anyone

wearing anything unapproved.

Okay, no sunglasses out of beer cases.

Steph: I'm looking at you, Tom.

DJ Oddjob here will smack 'em straight off your face.

You understand? - Yes!

Thank you, boys.

That's enough. Come on.

That's pretty much it. You know what I mean?

You can't talk to these boys like I'm their mama,

they're grown men.

I can't top-down manage 'em

'cause I'm not their boss.

Why didn't you play golf?

Ugh, I like money and I don't like two-day hangovers.

Hey, come on, we got a few more trailers to hit.

Dewey: See that drive?

All day, bud.

Are you trying to start a cricket team?

Okay. We got six holes to keep quiet,

behave and pretend we're good.

You know, who designed this place?

The drainage is shit,

they didn't tamp the asphalt.

And who put that fuckin' tree there?

Yo. - Hmm?

When I say something like,

"Hey Medhi, what do you think?"

You can dive into your whole spiel, okay?

I know, I know, I know.

You know, talk about the plant,

cup his balls, don't get too drunk.

I know, I know. Don't worry.

I've got it totally under control. This guy-

Jamar: Hey Medhi!

It's been a minute!

You remember me

from that, ah, re-retreat to Muskoka two years ago?

Yeah, you're the guy that organized a party

in the pool house.

That was an orgy.

Yeah, hilarious.

This guy is comedy.

You're the robot guy. - Yeah.

Jamar: How are things going?

Did it speed things up?

Here comes the rock!

Fuck! - Whoa!

Fly ball!

Ah!

This is like- - Shut up!

What's this like, seven or eight strokes?

Jimi: Shut the fuck up!

For the love of God, just drop it.

I don't know where the fuck it went.

Just take the shot!

I'd like to see my fucking grand-

There you go.

What the?

Just give it a second.

No, no, no, no.

No, it happened to Tiger.

It happened to Tiger. - Jimi: Have you fuckin'-

It happened to Tiger!

Medhi!

Hey, Medhi.

What do you think the wind's doin'?

Hmm?

Jamar, I know this plant is profitable

because I helped build it. Okay.

There... it's efficient and,

and there's room for more efficiencies.

What are we talking about?

We know the plant might close.

And everyone in this town depends on it.

And Medhi here,

he's got some great ideas.

And-and-and these two will-will fill you on,

on the money problems.

We can prove that Imperial Valley

is top three in profitability.

We've actually increased production the past two years.

That's not what the numbers say.

Yeah, the numbers are compromised.

Bottom line:

the plant doesn't need to close down.

Guys, I'm good to talk about this-

And call Charles?

Sure, that too.

Let's cut the work chatter and talk to him after.

Perfect timing.

I shoot the lights out.

Oh, actually Jamar,

we do have one more thing.

Todd: Yes. Hang on a second.

Chelsea: Oh. What the hell?

What in the serious fuck?

Chelsea: Oh my God.

Todd: What the fuck are you doing here?

Someone's draining a brown snake there.

Oh shit, Bennett. You're alive!

I'm not big on golf,

but I do enjoy spending time with friends in nature.

The sights, the sounds.

Get off the seltzer ya pussy.

How'd this guy get the invite?

Great question.

Hey Jamar, how's Charlie's bag taste in your mouth?

You look confused. Like what's this guy?

Is he the bev cart girl?

And where are Bum and Bummer?

We crossed paths earlier

and last night and the night before that

and the night before that and the night before that.

And the night before that.

I took care of 'em.

Like, gift card 'took care of them'

or wood chipper?

Todd, you forgot I made intimacy with one of them.

We were almost brothers-in-law.

Our kids could have played T-ball together.

He dated Bev.

Bummer.

Yeah, I got my laptop back.

What?

It's in a better place.

Chelsea: Fuck it. We're calling Charles right now.

He's not the impromptu type of guy.

Well, he is now.

Better do what your lady says, Jamar.

She'll fuck your shit up,

turn your dick into an accordion!

Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Okay.

Chelsea: Let's do it again.

Call up your boyfriend, Jamar.

Tell him I'm vertical.

Good luck with the German robot, Todd.

May your sperm count always be low

so you shall never reproduce.

Chelsea:

What an asshole!

Toodaloo!

What a fucking clown.

I'm gonna go make sure that psycho doesn't have the girls

stuffed in the trunk of a car.

Taser: Come on!

Backwoods: I'm gonna fuckin' pound you when I have my power juice.

Taser: Come on!

Oh yeah, who's got ya now big boy.

Who's got ya now.

Taser: Hey, come here! Come here!

Backwoods: Oh, this is an unfair weight class.

Get him, Tase! - Come here little mullet man!

Don't be a pussy, Backwoods!

Come on, I'm gonna hang that mullet on my wall!

Hey, you getting fucked up?

I've only had one beer.

Sorry.

Question.

Answer.

I need you to go up to Medhi's office and look for something.

It's a drawing of the flare stack.

Yeah. Okay. I-I know the one. I've seen it.

Okay, good. And when you find it,

I need you to bring it down to the golf course.

Can I leave work? I mean, you know,

Steph has me doing some pretty serious rounds here.

I'm authorizing you to leave work.

It's important.

Oh, I thought-I thought safety was paramount.

I need to show Medhi's work to corporate.

They're trying to close our refinery down.

Ah, okay, um, can I get Steph to help?

Fine, but don't tell anybody.

Bye, Todd.

Ah, fuck Audrey.

Okay. Oh...

Smells like my old math teacher in here.

Oh, straight A's, huh?

No, none of these look like a big dick shaped thing

with flames coming out of them.

A fire breathing dick. Fire breathing dick.

Garbage?

Ugh.

Fire breathing dick?

We could see if the garbage and recycling guys grabbed it.

Yes.

Steph: Hey Felipe!

Ladies! What brings you to this stinky sanctuary?

When do you pick up garbage and recycling?

We collect mañana.

Damn. I wonder where else it could be.

Have you guys removed anything

from Medhi the engineer's office?

I know who took it.

Only one man has an obsession with Medhi,

knows his comings and goings,

what he ate for breakfast,

his bowel movements.

Is that person you?

Meet me in the trailer at the back of the yard.

You know the one.

Ah, the condemned trailer?

The one no one's supposed to be in?

I don't want to be on another list.

What's that guy's problem?

Ooh ooh! Distractions!

Goddammit! Gah! Always! - Holy shit.

I miss this putt, I drink out of that pond.

Voodoo hex!

Do you want me to get you a cup for that

or are you gonna lap it up like a little kitty?

Okey dokey.

Ah! Come on!

Come on Medhi, you're fine.

You're fine and absolutely fine.

Nothing abnormal.

Are you gonna make me do this, man?

Like a kitty.

That's it, big boy.

Oh yeah.

Jimi:

Backwoods: He's dead. He's dead.

He's nailed it. He's nailed it.

Fucking hell!

Oh yeah, Daddy, got you good.

Oh yeah-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Fuck yeah.

There you go, you little stinky bugger.

You're going back in your little home.

Todd: And I thought you two were being turned into compost.

Or being fed to pigs.

You sold us out to Bennett!

Yeah, but he bought us mani's and pedi's,

and champagne and massages.

Bev: Mmm. He said it was payback

for all the shit he's put us through.

He called it "emotional reimbursement."

Barb: We have an open tab. Do you want something?

Bev: Yeah. Get in on this.

Todd: No, I'm good.

But you two aren't.

You need to think before you act.

That totally fucked us.

Barb: Oh yeah.

Why wouldn't he just meet us out here?

I mean...

Homer: Who is it? What's your call sign?

Ah, Todd's Sister.

Homer: Leave your phone outside.

Godspeed.

Hello.

Jesus!

Who sent you?

Ah, you did.

What's your objective?

I'm here strictly for research or intelligence.

Something was removed from the Chief Engineer's office.

You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Fuck sake!

Raised in a wealthy family in Powai district in Mumbai.

His family operates a mega-corp, which provides 17.7%

of the world's plastic grocery bags.

Abandoned his engagement

to a woman from another power family and fled to Canada

broke and exiled.

Applied as a junior engineer at Conch.

His trajectory has been upward ever since.

Okay, well, here's some high-level intel for you:

Ah, the owner of this company-

Charles C. Conch.

Chuckles.

Chuckles?

Chuckles wants to shut this plant down, okay?

Homer: So we let a foreign operative

continue to work with us.

Why?

Because If this plant disappears,

so does your job,

your-your salary,

your life.

You'll have to move out west and work pipeline.

You'll share a bunk with a guy named Skinny Ralph.

Your wife will stay home and lay her own pipe.

You'll turn a blind eye to the affair

because you're scared of being alone until she just

has enough and divorces you.

And then you'll spend the rest of your days

drinking your sugar-free energy drinks

and eating TV dinners.

You'll spend thousands of dollars on prostitutes,

but not for sex,

for cuddles.

There it is.

Chelsea: Okay. Just let's hit pause on golf right now.

We should track down Medhi.

He's a wreck.

Jamar: Is that his shirt?

Chelsea: Shit.

We've only got a few more holes to play.

Oh God.

Are you serious right now?

God, the PR disaster,

and Bennett's bullshit,

and our boss trying to fuck this town outta spite?

Your future with this company will end up in the shit hole.

Oh, you mean like everyone else in this town?

No, they should know what's coming.

At least give 'em a chance.

Audrey: Todd, I got it!

It was a team effort.

Oh, please. I was the one who had to go into that

creepy ass trailer.

I've been there a hundred times.

Is this what you're talkin' about?

Yep.

Check it out.

Jamar: It's been a minute since I've seen drawings,

but this is interesting.

We can licence our flare tip technology.

Owning it would be lucrative.

If it works.

What's the timeline?

Well, we could add it to the flare stack

we're currently retrofitting.

I'm not a planner.

We'd have to change the gauge of pipe on all the headers.

That's gonna add a couple hundred welds.

We'd have to test it all. - Yeah.

Four to five weeks?

How 'bout one week?

Do that and Charles would do cartwheels.

Come on, man.

No hard feelings.

Have some meat.

Break some bread.

Eat your greens!

Okay, once again, I'd like to thank the owners

for allowing us to play here again this year.

The only track in a 20 kilometre radius that'll have us.

As for the tourney,

we got a new course record.

Coming in with a minus eighteen,

is of course, Dale Edgars.

You cheated! You cheated! - I didn't cheat! I didn't!

You saw!

Backwoods: This is bullshit!

Ah, I thank you. I just,

I-I looked into my heart and, ah...

Sit the fuck down, Dewey!

You cheated! Minus 18?

Who shoots minus 18?

Steph: Dale Edgars?

Chelsea: Thank you, everyone, for your personal donations.

Today we raised over $23,000 for the...

the whales?

That's great. I love whales.

And on a more serious note,

um, I wanna address any rumours

that you'll hear about the plant closing.

These are not rumours.

I was sent here to oversee the closing of your facility.

I fuckin' knew it! - What?

You're a traitor! - Son of a whore.

Hang on.

But it shouldn't be closed.

Now this is one of the best refineries I've ever seen.

Yes it is!

Charles Conch should know this!

Yes! - He should!

We need to hustle and get the flare stack online,

and our timeline to do so is shrinking.

What-what she's saying is,

our accounting has been dog shit.

Bev: Hey!

The previous Site Manager, Bennett,

was irresponsible and he completely fucked us.

But as much as it was his fault,

I take the blame as well

because I didn't do anything about it.

'Cause you're a pussy.

How do we get rid of you?

You can't.

Not now.

Looks like me and you are tunnel buddies.

What the fuck, Barb?

Barb: He did that himself! I swear to God!

Seriously? Bennett?

Barb: Free champagne, open tab.

I don't know.

Bennett: I can feel some tension here.

I think you two should work this out, okay.

Todd: Real nice. Real nice, Barb.

Barb: Sorry.

Todd: I would never do that to you.

Chelsea: All right. Who needs a band, right?

Um...

Look, there is no reason that you should trust me,

but there is a way out of this.

One of our very own, Medhi, our chief engineer,

has designed new technology that will put us on the map.

Taser: You already tried to replace us with robots!

Yeah!

Let's prove that Imperial Valley

has the best trades

and the best fuckin' refinery in the world!

Has anybody seen Medhi?

Need a lift?

Ah, I just called a cab.

Oh no. Cancel it.

Oh, well if it wasn't for you,

this day would've ended differently.

So, you knew they were gonna shut the plant down

and that's why you came?

No, I know that now,

but I didn't when I accepted the transfer.

Right. Yeah.

I can see why you wouldn't tell anyone.

It's a new place and you don't know anyone here.

I got to where I am now by doing what's asked of me.

I put the company first before people.

That's funny?

Yeah. Yeah. Well, 'cause people are your company.

And people can also suck.

And this town doesn't forget very easily.

I mean, some do forgive

and some put sugar in your gas tank.

Well, that's a weird way to cheer someone up.

But thank you.

You know, you messed up and now you're fixing it.

You might actually have more to offer this town

than you think.

Sorry, that was totally outta character.

Todd: Medhi?

Yo, Medster!

The Medman, where are ya?

Medhi: Golden Arm!

Where've ya been?

You missed everything!

Yeah. Well, I, I fell asleep in the grass

then, uh, some kind of wild animal woke me up.

I was really worried about you, Medhi.

Hey, can I borrow your sock?

I already used my hat.

Are you done?

Just gimme like ten more seconds.

Todd: Not you shitting in the cup.

I'm talking about blowing your brains out every night.

The drunk driving.

Like you're 50 going on 20.

Aren't you tired, brother?

Buddy,

I'm exhausted.

I bet you are.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't leave a mess.

Ugh.

Todd: You're the fuckin' mess.

Come on, man.

Let's get you sorted.

Golden Arm. Old buddy.

I don't know where my wallet is.

Todd: It doesn't matter.

We'll find it.

Man, this is like my fifth try at this.

Okay, it's a great idea but I've maxed out my benefits.

I think I'm in love with my physio girl.

Todd: Forget about it.

We got this one.

All the funds we raised will pay for it.

The whales,

they can wait till next year.

Yo.

Did I shit in the hole?

Don't worry about that, it's gonna rain.

Good luck, Medhi.

Hello? I'm back!