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♪ Tubi, Tubi ♪

- Previously on the Z-Suite.

- Are you coming into the office today?

- Never. - Nope!

- We are pivoting our advertising focus

onto Gen-Z.

Do you think that's something you can handle?

(laughing)

Well, can you? - Yes, we can.

- What were you thinking for socials?

- Oh, all the platforms.

- The Ice Bucket Challenge,

but instead of ice, it would be fries.

- You know, we could create a Boppin' Burger filter.

- She's good. - She's something.

- What were you two thinking with this Vibe Dad?

- All vibes matter.

- Z-Suite is out. Gen-Z is in.

♪ Beam me up Beam me up ♪

♪ Count me in Count me in ♪

♪ Three, two, one Three, two, one ♪

♪ Let's begin

♪ Here we go Here we go ♪♪

- Okay, Kriska.

You are a strong, powerful, capable woman.

You have worked at Atelier for 168 days,

and for 43 of those, you were in the office!

You deserve this.

(breathes deeply)

I am the CEO.

No. That doesn't work.

(clears throat)

(deep voice): I am the CEO.

(normally): No, that's too Elizabeth Holmes!

(exhales)

I am the CEO.

And that's on period!

(upbeat music)

I just got promoted to my dream job,

and you know I'm gonna start going into the office,

so I'll need this to be a standing order every morning

at 8:15 a.m. please.

- We don't do standing orders.

- Do you like working here?

- Yeah, we don't have to do this.

- Okay, no worries. Thank you. Have a good one.

♪ Yeah here we go again

♪ I'm feeling like a million

♪ The roof, it ain't my child

♪ But I raise it just 'cause I can, yeah ♪

Oh, my God.

What was I thinking?

(sighs)

♪ Looking like I'm the next big thing ♪

♪ I'm 'bout to cause a scene

♪ Everyone wanna be like me

♪ I'm feeling super-duper

♪ Looking like I'm the next big thing ♪

♪ I'm 'bout to cause a scene

Now that is a CEO!

(phone camera clicks)

♪ Super-duper

♪ Welcome to the future ♪

(sighs)

(music stops abruptly)

(cellphone buzzing)

Dad? Yes! Yes, I'm in my new office.

I know. I know, I'm like, the boss!

Ahh, oh, there's a landline.

Let me call you back on it, I've never tried one before.

Bye!

Whew...

Okay.

(toilet flushing)

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

(both): Annabelle!

(theme music)

(clearing throat)

(distant sirens wailing)

- Um...

If I may, Monica, there's been a bit of confusion.

- Mm-hmm. - You and Doug...

no longer work here.

- Well, I'm only here because I saw that she was here,

you know. We share locations.

(chuckling)

- No, no. See, yesterday was just

a hilarious misunderstanding.

Okay? Let's just see what Oliver says.

- Uh, Oliver's unavailable. - Oh, not to me.

(chuckling)

- Hi, you've reached Oliver,

I'm unavailable right now.

Andn if this is Monica, you're still fired.

- Oh! (laughing)

Okay, well...

(laughing boisterously)

(laughter trails off) - Hm...

- I think you may be in denial.

- I'm not in denial, and that's not denial, either.

- You are fired!

It is over!

I'm sorry.

- Hey?

Where's the Natasha I took

to see "Wicked" on Broadway?

- You thought I was an usher and you took my program.

- Well, that's on you for wearing a vest to the theater.

- Yeah, that was a bold choice.

- Okay, look. Kriska is the new CEO.

Please leave, or I will call security again.

- Huh. Okay...

Doug? Let's take a beat and circle back.

- Well, I think that's a great idea.

(chuckling)

Good day, madam.

- Thank you!

- Monica? I truly wish you the best.

- I've worked at this company for 30 years.

There is no way I'm going to be replaced

by a glorified intern who's been here for how long?

- 168 days.

- Ha, 168 days.

- Oh my God, that's it?

- I joined the company when we started in Hoboken.

- New Jersey!

- And then we got so successful, we came here.

- Manhattan! - I built this place.

- Figuratively! - You probably got into

this work because you saw an episode of "Mad Men."

- Jon Hamm! - You have no idea what it takes

to be a CEO. You have no idea what you're doing.

And you will never be able to do this job as well as me!

- Hah, never!

Are we done? Okay.

But in all sincerity, best of luck.

- Thank you, Doug.

- Doug! - Ah!

(dubstep music)

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

- Oh, my God!

I can't believe I missed this! - Mm-hmm.

- Almost makes me wish I came to work regularly.

- Are we sure she's really gone?

Have they checked the walls? She could be in them right now.

(gasp) - Oh, it's giving me

the heebs and jeebs. Where they at?

- Kriska! Hi. - Hi!

- Annabelle? Your secretary?

- Oh, right. Yes.

- So, every department head has asked

for a block of time with you today.

- Oh, okay. Why?

- Because...

no one knows who you are.

- Rude. - You and your two friends, hi.

- Hey girl. - Salutations!

- You always work from home.

That, coupled with the fact that you're 24 years old

isn't exactly going over well.

- Talk about ageism. - Right?

- People are scared.

I had to give away my whole bottle of emergency Xanax today.

- Okay, thank you, Annabelle. Got it.

- Yeah.

- Well, I am not gonna let a bunch of people

who grunt when they get out of chairs

ruin this for me. And, putting my boss hat on,

I'm gonna need you both in the office today.

And every day from here on out. You got promoted, too.

- Ah, this office makes me sad. No thank you.

- Yeah, I'd describe the ambiance as,

"soul-killing dystopian". I'mma pass.

- Okay, I get that it's not very "us" in here.

- Mm-mm.

- But...

If I let you two redecorate the space,

then would you start coming in?

- I might be so inclined! - Perhaps!

- Great! We'll get this to be a more inspiring office

for everyone. And...

we have this to play with! - Ooh!

- The corporate card. Gimme, gimme, gimme,

gimme, gimme, gimme! - Ooh, it's heavy,

black and built, just like its new daddy!

Ah, ah!

(sighs)

- Now, let's go introduce ourselves.

- Can you tell him? - Go ahead!

- I'm trying!

I went ahead. - I'm putting this in my bag.

- Just let me hold it later for a couple seconds.

(lively pop music)

- No matter how many times I see this,

it is still unsettling.

- Having an exact replica of my office in my apartment

is an efficient way of keeping in the groove

when bringing my work home.

- Okay, but I don't think it's conducive to moving on.

- We are not moving on, Doug.

Two weeks from now, this whole thing will be

a distant nightmare.

I'm gonna try Oliver again.

- I don't think he's gonna budge on this one.

They made it very clear that we were fired.

- Not to me. If anything, I found that meeting

to be pretty ambiguous.

- Security took our fingerprints before we left.

- It's going to voicemail again.

(sighs) What day is it? Oh, it's Friday.

He's driving out to the house in the Hamptons,

the reception's spotty on the LIE.

- He's not gonna give us our jobs back! Okay?

That chapter is closed. Oh, my God.

Chapter. Chapter 11.

I'm going to have to file for bankruptcy!

- Doug, stop. You have plenty of money.

Plus you're frugal, I know about all the toilet paper

you take from the office!

- The money's all gone.

I spent it all on my addiction.

- Oh no, oh...

Which, oh, is it...

opioids?

Online gambling?

I swear to God, if you got on Ozempic and didn't tell me...

- I made Christmas villages out of collectible miniatures,

okay? There, I said it.

(sighs)

- Since when?

- It's been happening for a very long time.

I make 3D Rockwellesque villages

built to 1/12th scale, complete with train station,

post office, courthouse.

A lovely boutique where people

can get their Christmas sweaters.

Fake snow. Gazebos.

- Why would you need more than one gazebo?

- Because I can't stop!

I have so many villages,

that it's turned into a miniature urban sprawl.

Sometimes, they're so close together

that they share a police department!

- Hm. - I am sick, Monica!

I'm sick for Christmas! (gasps)

- Is that miniature Santa Claus that you carry around

in your pocket all the time part of this?

- Tiny Claus.

He started it all.

(chiming Christmas jingle)

- Don't worry, Doug. I am going to get our jobs back,

and when I do, you can buy as many gazebos

as your demented Christmas mind desires.

- Really?

(exhales deeply)

You hear that, Tiny? We're back!

(upbeat music)

(vehicles honking)

(distant sirens wailing)

- Hi, there!

(indistinct chatter)

Hello? (clearing throat)

Excuse me?

- Fire!

(all shouting)

- Wait, it's not real.

(sighs)

(door closes)

- That usually works.

- Our bad. (chuckles)

And so sorry to interrupt,

but I wanted to introduce myself.

I'm Kriska, she/her.

I'm your new CEO, and this is your Z-Suite posse!

Uh, Elliott, he/him, and Clem, they/them.

- I'm not gonna be able to handle this.

- I'm aware that a lot of you don't know me

because I mostly work from home,

and that you might be a little worried

about someone my age running the agency.

Okay, well, don't be.

Because I-I have plans to change this office for the better.

- Yes. We're gonna fix this space, and all of you.

(startled gasp) Starting with you, girl.

- No, no, not fix.

Improve. - Mm.

- It's no secret, Monica ran this place a certain way...

- Which, quite frankly, blew chunks! I know you know.

- So today, I'm going to have one-on-one meetings

with every employee, so we can become

not just co-workers, but friends. Equals.

This is a new time at Atelier.

And together, we'll create a fun and friendly

corporate culture! No more will you hide your true selves!

I want our differences to be recognized,

and, and celebrated. Here, you can be the version

of yourself that Monica never allowed!

Now go, go and be free!

- Whoo! Hell yeah! (man laughing)

- Any questions? - Uh, yeah.

- Oh, Bill? - Uh, I just...

want to get my affairs in order.

How many weeks do you think until we're closed?

(drum beat)

(sighs)

- Whoo! (chuckling)

I haven't been this energized since I saw "Hamilton".

I feel like we just won the Super Bowl,

which is crazy, because the ad we're working on

is for the Super Bowl. Speaking of, I'm so, so stoked

for that, because I can finally show you all

that I'm meant to be a creative.

Whew! (chuckling)

I can't wait to work under you.

Not "under" you, because that sounds, you know,

sexual or something, and I didn't...

Look, I have a girlfriend. And she's too needy,

but the carnal chemistry is pretty intense!

- Minnesota Matt. While I deeply appreciate this,

I do need to start on Boppin' Burger.

- Yeah, no.

You and I, we're on the same wavelength.

It's like Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock.

Peanut butter and jelly.

Siegfried and Roy.

Or more like just Roy and one of his tigers.

Just not the one that attacked him. Rawr!

- I only know one of those references.

Okay, bye now.

- One more thing.

Did you really mean what you said

about how we can all unapologetically be ourselves?

- Absolutely! - Okay, in that case,

how do you feel about murder mystery dinners?

- Well, I think they're a sad way for middle-aged people

to feel alive.

- In that case, please ignore the Evite

I just sent you, it's...

- The real question is who can and can't swim in this office.

- We'll figure that out when the water gets here.

- Mm-hmm.

(upbeat dance music)

(distant sirens wailing)

(footsteps approaching) - Hi.

I'm back. - What happened?

You said you were going to the bathroom,

it's been like six hours!

- Well, I went to the bathroom.

And then I, uh, went to buy

some Diet Coke because we were out.

- You went to Oliver's house, didn't you?

Oh my God, you took an Uber? To Long Island?

- Don't be ridiculous. I drove. - Aah!

- Yes, I went to Oliver's house, but it was fine,

there was no one there. I was totally normal.

- Why would you say that unless you weren't?

Also, what is on your face?

- I don't know. I-I may have attempted

to climb a rose trellis.

- And the pants?

(sighs) - They got caught

on a gutter when I was, uh, trying to disable

the security camera, Doug, I don't want to alarm you,

but I'm beginning to think Oliver is trying to avoid us.

- Ya think? (Monica sighs)

Well, I'm glad you're back,

because I need my social security number

for this job application.

I know yours, but I don't know mine.

- You're not gonna need it. After you hear my great idea.

I think we should call around to other agencies

who would be thrilled to hire two advertising legends like us.

They'll give us anything we want.

Then, when Oliver calls and tries to hire us back,

there'll be a bidding war.

We're throwing chum in the water, Doug,

and the sharks will come a-swimming.

- And we're like the chum?

- Just take a whiff of that lavender wrap, Doug,

and relax.

I've got this.

- HR Natasha,

let's get down to the basics.

Do you know your enneagram?

- M-My what?

- Your enn-e-a-gram.

You know, it's that ancient personality test.

You just answer 175 simple questions and get your type.

For example, I'm a three, The Achiever.

And I know what you're thinking.

But Kriska, you've already achieved so much.

(chuckles)

Elliott, what is that?

- A llama. (llama braying)

- For the office.

(llama braying)

- You know, I think your type could be the Helper.

They are very compassionate and good

at interpersonal relationships.

But one of their flaws is they have a deep fear

of being unloved, do you have that?

- Um...

I think in order to fear being unloved,

you have to first know what love feels like.

(sighs) - Right.

- Just...

- Aw...

- Don't look at me.

(shaky inhale) Hah!

- Are you in therapy?

- Have you been talking to my girlfriend?

- Okay. Are there any trigger words I should avoid

that'll bring up past traumas?

- Probably just the name Tonya.

- Ton... Hey, Annabelle, what's up?

- These employees interviews are covering a lot.

Um, clients have been calling all afternoon.

- Oh, no worries, I'll put up an auto-reply in my email

and you can just direct clients there.

- Unbelievable...

- We're just gonna have to wait a few minutes

for her aura to clear.

- Monica Marks for Genevieve.

Do you know how long her spin session will last?

Okay, then what's a good time?

Hello? Ugh.

She hung up on me. What a loser!

- Hello? - Sorry?

Oh, you didn't? (chuckling)

Oh. Now she hung up. Loser!

Hi, this is Monica Marks.

What do you mean, you shouldn't even be talking to me?

Your boss exposed himself on a teleconference

and everyone still returns his calls!

This is Monica Marks. This is Monica Marks.

That's not him giggling in the background?

This is Monica Marks, please don't hang up!

It's been three hours,

she's gotta get off that bike at some point.

Hello? Uh...

Hello? She's dead?

Huh, well. I'm very sorry to hear that.

It is not healthy to be on a bike that long.

She's gonna get a UTI!

Hello? Hello, I'm--

This is Monica Marks, and--

This is--

This is M...

(sighs)

(laptop chimes)

Ah, what's that?

Someone's come to their senses and offering us a job?

- Uh... (chuckling)

It's just an alert.

Uh, I guess there's a...

An article in Ad National about us?

(gasps)

- Ugh! Of all the photos to use,

why would you choose that one?

I look like a troll who lives under a bridge

and makes you solve riddles.

- Why don't we just take a moment. Here!

Try a lavender wrap. - No.

If I could only get a hold of Oliver,

I know I could make this right.

- You know, I don't think he's gonna--

- Doug! I don't need any more of your pessimism.

(Monica sighs) Sorry.

Why don't you take a break? Uh, go buy yourself

another Christmas train.

(scoffs)

- This is so degrading.

I'm 45 years old and yet you're treating me like a kid

with an allowance.

That being said, I will take this.

- A little kid.

(gasps) Yes, of course.

Why didn't I think of that sooner?

- Um, I know beggars can't be choosers,

but do you have another 20?

- Here, Doug, just take my card.

- Thank you so much!

(pop music)

- Oh, my God, I cannot believe

how much you transformed this space, it's incredible!

This is really gonna change the way people work around here.

- I even put some of my art up.

It's a gorilla, but with big ol' tatas. Hey!

(Kriska): I can see that. - Rude!

- Oh, my God! Look at all this stuff!

Look, there's a slide, that we can't use,

but we can still look at it. There's a ball pit!

A ball pit, guys! This is so cool!

Hyah!

- Um, is this a-- - Churro cart, yes!

Yes, it is. A bobo barista will be by later.

It's like heaven. If it existed.

- But is having a DJ gonna be too loud

for people to work in here? - Oh no, we got headphones.

We can have a silent disco, we don't want this place

to be unprofessional! - Right?

- There's the llama. (llama braying)

- Yeah. - It bit me.

That llama's a psychopath.

Oh, oh, sheet cake!

Get a plate, Ken.

(llama braying)

- Sir! - Everyone?

Please enjoy your new office.

I hope this is an environment that makes you more comfortable

to express yourselves.

- There's a churro in here! (laughing)

This place is great!

- I'd say we nailed it.

Now, let's be ladies who lunch on the corporate card.

- Yes. Enjoy!

(llama braying)

(upbeat hip-hop music)

- Hi. Monica Marks.

I don't know if you subscribe to Ad National or not,

but that article was slander,

and I'm pretty sure that photo was AI.

I'm considering a lawsuit.

Anyway, hi.

- Are you a stranger?

- No! I'm a very good friend of your father's.

Speaking of which, I cannot get a hold of your silly daddy!

- I'm gonna go to the seesaw. - What?

Uh, w-w-w-wait. Hey, hey.

Look, I brought a little note to give to your dad.

Do you think you can do that? - I don't know.

- Well, uh, if you promise to give it to him,

I will give you what's inside this box.

A delicious French pastry.

It's full of candied orange peel and delicate anise seeds.

(sniffing)

- Keep your anus seeds, I'm not interested.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh, hold on, hold on.

Excuse me, what is this? Some kind of negotiation?

- That depends on how much cash you have on you.

- I like your style. We should do lunch.

Do you have an assistant, or...? - Excuse me?

Hi, can I help you?

What are you doing, talking to Oliver Junior?

- Oh, I-I was-- - What's this?

Oliver.

Please take me back.

- Hm. - This is a child.

I'm calling the authorities, you pervert.

- Ah!

You should've just let me go to jail.

Anything would have been better than that school.

Everywhere I looked, there were children!

- Okay, I do have some good news.

- You do? - I was able to buy

that vintage Christmas train I've been eyeing!

Ohh, small victories!

- Hard to know who to be sadder for in this moment.

(car honking, tires screeching)

- Monica, Monica, no! No, Monica, please!

There's so much more to live for.

- Doug? It's a crosswalk.

And I'm returning that train.

Now we're both the lowest we've ever been.

(whispering): Don't worry, I won't let them take you.

(truck horn honking)

- I've never had sushi before.

That was so good, it made me cry.

- Very moving lunch.

- Just can't wait to see how everybody's doing

in the new space! Productivity's gonna skyrocket.

- Oh...

(llama braying)

- Oh no...

(pounding music playing)

(snoring)

(indistinct chatter)

- You know what? You're alright.

- I just learned that my mammogram is the Helper,

and boy oh boy,

does Momma wanna help you out of your pants!

(laughing) - Oh, my God, are they drunk?

- No, the drinks I stocked were only like 12% alcohol.

- Mm... - What?

12 out of 100 is like nothing!

- This is a disaster! - This is great!

No! - No!

- Of course not. - What are we gonna do?

My second day as CEO, and I've got the equivalent

of an AARP after-prom party on my hands.

I need to get them undrunk.

- I actually think this could be a good thing.

- Yeah. Everyone's relaxed and open.

It's the perfect setting for creativity,

if you lean into it. - No, no, no.

They need to sweat it out.

- I'll get some molly. - Wait!

I have a better idea.

(llama braying)

(elevator dings)

- Yeah? She's going too far in trying to contact me.

First, she climbs my rose trellis

like some kind of ninja,

then I find out my son won't eat anything

unless it's imported from the south of France.

I need security to lock this place up

tighter than Fort--

(everyone): My anaconda don't want none

unless you got buns, hun!

(cheering)

- Yo! Welcome to the silent disco!

Any chance you can make a cinnamon run

for the churro cart?

I got this!

It's the corporate card.

Come on!

Good man!

He's gonna do it.

Kriska, back it up. Back it up!

(llama braying)

(dubstep music)

(♪♪)

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