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- Previously on The Z Suite.

(gasping) (whispering): Diet Coke.

- Are they moving in across the hall?

- Thanks to Matt being so easily manipulated,

we have poached three of your clients.

- Are you put me in stocks and have everyone throw

excrement at me while I wear a sign around my neck,

stating my crime?

- No, I'm demoting you to office manager.

(gasping): Boppin' Burger! Mr. Boppin' Burger.

- I've decided to open up the campaign.

- What do you... what do you mean?

- Each of you will get a chance to pitch

and the best idea wins the campaign.

- Hold the door please!

(sighing)

(elevator dings)

- Coming to work early to salvage

what's left of your career?

Coming to work early to salvage what's left of your career?

- Oh, no, I heard you. There's no music playing.

I just wanted to see if you were embarrassing

enough to repeat it.

You were.

(elevator dings, rhythmic music)

If you'll excuse me,

I have a campaign winning pitch to finalize.

- Oh. Do you mean my Olivia Rodrigo pitch?

- Our pitch.

- It makes sense you'd leech off my idea.

Fortunately, Doug and I have come up with the best pitch yet.

So, good luck to you.

Oh, um, don't forget the burger.

(chuckling)

(theme song)

- Oh.

- Now this is what it should've looked like for the open house,

if it weren't for that silly stun gun.

- Yes, it's gorgeous, but Doug,

we need to come up with our best pitch ever.

- We are back in the game!

I am so proud of us.

You were so cunning and duplicitous at the party.

You know who you reminded me of?

- Machiavelli?

- Jennifer Lopez in Hustlers.

- Wasn't she a stripper in that?

- Yes, but a savvy stripper.

- If we land Boppin' Burger

other high profile clients will follow.

- We are gonna come up with something brilliant,

breathtaking, bodacious...

Sorry, I'm still thinking about Jennifer Lopez.

- We have to figure out how to understand Gen Z.

- We could talk to Elliot? He's not a bork yet.

Not that I'm keeping track or anything.

- No talking to Elliot! He's the enemy.

No fraternizing with the enemy!

- But if we wanna learn about Gen Z

in order to do a commercial for Gen Z,

then how do we do that without talking to Gen Z?

- Euphoria.

- Oh. - You watch that...

and I'll... Google things

and uh... and then we'll reconvene.

- Aye, aye. Oh, Captain, my Captain.

(chuckling)

- Oh. I am gonna need your HBO password.

- I am strong, I am capable.

My burger failures do not define me.

- I know that's right, cause the sun is shining

and a bitch is grinding.

- Where have you guys been? You're 15 minutes late.

- We're five minutes early.

- Yeah, we're usually 20 minutes late.

This is progress.

- Okay, do not try and girl math me.

You guys need to be professional.

We have to focus on Boppin' Burger.

Where are we at with Olivia Rodrigo?

Do we have her day rate, her avails, contract?

- I've been DM'ing her for weeks!

She said she'll do it once we wire her 10 K upfront.

- 10 K? For Olivia?

No, that doesn't feel right. She's A-list.

- Let me see these messages.

Uh-huh. That's not Olivia Rodrigo,

that's Olivia Rodriguez.

(scoffing)

- Ruh-roh... - Are you kidding me?

Clem, you had one job to do.

- How was I supposed to know

that that was a different person completely?

- I mean, her bio says single mother of two,

lover of life, Olive Garden, and Christ.

- I thought she was being ironic.

- Okay. We just need to get in contact with the real Olivia.

- Well, the real Olivia is on tour in Asia

for the next five months.

- Road trip!

- Oh, my god, Clem. You've wasted so much time

and now the real Olivia is on another continent!

- And I don't think she's gonna cancel her world tour

for a burger commercial.

- We're gonna have to come up with a whole new campaign.

I mean, we need a new pitch, like, now.

Does anybody have anything?

- Sorry, I cannot be put on the spot like this.

Prolonged exposure to stress leads to mental illness

and I cannot put another thing on my plate, so...

(sighs)

- Clem? - Yes?

Sorry, I was just responding to my name.

(sighs)

- We're screwed.

(rhythmic music)

- You know, I never thought I'd say it,

but after watching Euphoria,

I think we may have gone too far with male nudity.

- Really?

- I did take some notes, though. - Oh!

- Bright colors, drugs, sex!

Drugs, Zendaya. Drugs!

Crying in tubs, drugs. And, um...

Sorry, can't even read my own handwriting.

(chuckling)

Um... drugs! Yeah.

- Well, my Gen Z was all about intersectionality,

neurodiversity, and gender identity.

There is a label for everything, but no one wants to be labeled.

It's exhausting.

- Maybe that's why they're so lazy.

- Who's their Sarah Michelle Gellar?

What's their Trapper Keeper? What is their Friends?

- You know, I think Friends is their Friends.

- Oh.

- My niece, Alexis, is Gen Z and she loves Friends.

She's always like, "Uncle Doug, you are such a Gunther."

- Alexis? Why didn't you suggest her

as a research subject earlier?

- But you said you didn't want to interact with Gen Z.

- Don't listen to me! You could've saved me

half an hour trying to pronounce chredgy.

Ch... choggy.

- Cheugy.

- Cheugy? - Cheu.. Ch...

- Cheugy? Right? Oh, I think I lost it now.

Anyway, let's get her on the phone.

- Of course. Alright.

(video call ringing)

- Oh, you're Facetime? Oh, boy.

- Sorry. Hi, Alexis!

It's your favorite step-uncle! How are you?

- Hi, uncle Doug. If this is about your bacne,

my derm says I can't loan you anymore of my topical medication

because it's prescription.

- Bacne! What?

You're so crazy.

No, this is for work. You remember Monica?

- Hi. - How could I forget?

You took a phone call in the middle

of my sixth grade dance recital.

- I could barely hear over all the tapping.

- Anyway, we are doing a new campaign for Boppin' Burger

and we need to understand your generation.

Can you come over and help?

- Mm-hmm, today's tough.

My friends and I are going to a protest.

- Ugh, hang up.

- It's something that's very important to me.

It's for basic human rights.

- We'll buy you food and alcohol.

- Text me the addy. - Thank you!

- Nice.

(chuckling)

(rhythmic music)

- While we already have so many ideas--

- So many. So great.

- In the spirit of inclusivity and diversity,

we wanted to get some insights from the senior members

of the Atelier team.

- To add to what we've already done. Which is great.

- So you've got nothing.

- Okay, moment of transparency.

We really need your help putting together a new campaign.

- We can't get Olivia Rodrigo or... Olivia Rodriguez.

- Hi, um, I'm in HR. This isn't what I do.

- Yes, Natasha, I know.

But you're a positive presence

and that is a necessity for me right now.

(sighing)

- Our girl is fragile. - Yeah.

- Together, I know that we can come up with the perfect pitch.

So... What do you got?

(inhaling)

Natasha?

- Oh, um...

I love old music,

so what if we did something

with The Big Bopper and he's eating Boppin' Burger?

I don't know, is that bad?

- You know, I have no clue who that is, but nostalgia's good.

- He's dead.

Died in a plane crash with Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens.

That's what the song American Pie's all about.

The day that music died.

- And those other guys are musicians too?

- They were musicians. They're dead now.

- Oh, my god.

- I knew it was a bad idea.

Can I please be excused?

- No. - Okay, I got it.

It's Rambo and he's in the jungle

and he's trying to get to his burgers

and anyone who stands in his way,

he takes his machete

and he slices their heads off.

- And you're done, Bill.

- Ooh.

We can hook up Boppin' Burger's cowboy mascot

with another cowboy.

Maybe add a hot-dog for symbolism?

- Brokeback Burger.

- Let's keep the momentum going. Just shout out whatever you got.

Annabelle! - No, thank you.

- But now's your chance to be on the creative side.

I mean, isn't that why you got into this business?

- No. I am a career admin and that's what I want to be.

Like my mother, my mother's mother,

and my mother's mother's father.

- Oh. Defying stereotypes. Okay, great-grandaddy.

- Monica never made us pitch.

- Well, I'm not Monica. Thank god for that, am I right?

- I wish you were. (gasping)

Monica always had a plan and she always delivered.

She didn't expect me to hold rocks over her head

while she meditated.

- Crystals...

- She's the reason this agency landed Boppin' Burger

in the first place.

And she single handedly kept them as a client

over the last two decades.

The only thing that's happened since you took over

is I've had to up my medication dosage.

- Woof...

- Please. For the love of god.

I am begging you to client files and learn something from Monica.

This brand has an identity and a history!

I shouldn't even be here.

I should be doing what any respectable admin does,

sporadically using the company card

to order personal Amazon deliveries.

Not teaching you how to do your job.

- She read you for filth, girl. - I mean all of you.

People are worried. Their livelihoods are at stake.

(people clearing their throat, indiscernible conversations)

- Okay. Fine. We'll look at Monica's old files.

- Finally. (sighing)

(rhythmic music)

- Damn!

- Well, thank you. (chuckling)

- Okay...

- Oh, well. Make yourself at home.

Martini, Manhattan... juice box?

- I prefer filtered water if you have it? No tap or bottle.

Tap is full of forever chemicals

and bottles choke turtles in the ocean.

- Ugh. So sick of hearing about the turtles.

(clearing throat)

And yet, I haven't heard enough.

So, tell us about this protest you were going to.

- We're fighting against male circumcision.

- Huh?

- Excuse me?

- I went to support my boyfriend.

- Someone tried to circumcise your boyfriend?

I tell you, crime in this city keeps getting worse.

- No, he was circumcised when he was a week old.

He couldn't give consent.

- So the issue here is... he wants an uglier penis?

- As an AMAB, he wants the penis he was born with.

- What's an AMAB?

- Assigned Male At Birth.

- Did he... keep the assignment?

- Yeah, he's cisgender.

- That's a man. Right?

- It can be.

- I'm gonna make a drink.

(phone dings)

- Could you let my friends in?

- Your... friends?

- You said you wanted to get to know Gen Z,

so I invited some people over.

They're downstairs right now.

Apparently, your doorman's super elitist.

- Yeah. That's the definition of a doorman.

- We love a party.

How many people did you invite?

(rhythmic music)

- Woah, look at all these.

- Oh, my god. I remember this one.

We studied this in my senior copywriting class.

It's the way to market to the whole family.

Everyone saw themselves in this ad.

- Monica did Join the Patty Party?

I collected all those figurines.

(grunting)

- I thought the daddy burger was so fine,

I wanted those buns off, honey.

- Same.

- What year is this from?

- Um... says 1992.

- So Monica would have been 25. A year older than you.

My god, I did that fast.

- So she was only a year older than me

when she created such an iconic campaign?

- Wait, no, I made a mistake. - Oh, thank god.

- She was 24. - Okay, so the same age.

That's not that bad...

- Oops. Wrong again. 23.

- Oh, uh...

- Actually, just give me a minute--

- Stop! I can't have her get any younger.

(rhythmic music, sighing)

(♪ I'm a freak by The Gun)

- Ah! You can't go in there. Hey! No, no, no.

It's private. Don't even look. Look this way.

- Is this an ashtray?

- It's Tiffany. Don't touch that.

- Whatever.

- I'm gonna go see my friends. - Okay, I'll see you later.

- How many people did she invite?

It reeks of student loans in here.

We've gotta get them out before somebody steals something.

- Okay, so it's a few more people than we thought,

but we can handle it.

- These people are animals.

I saw somebody with guacamole

and onion dip on the same chip.

- Well, we need their help, so just put on your happy face...

and let's get to know them, okay?

- Okay.

(clearing throat)

- Hey. Excuse me!

- Hello?

- Hi. Um, my name is Monica and I'm your host and...

I, too, used to wear crop tops!

So, I just thought we'd get to know each other

and play Never Have I Ever.

Ready?

Never Have I Ever

stolen something from someone else's house.

(all chuckling)

Oh, my god. It's over...

- Okay, just remember, you're fully insured.

It's fine. It's fine.

My turn! Never Have I Ever

had Boppin' Burger twice in one day.

- Oh.

- Alright. Now we're learning something.

- Never Have I Ever had a threesome

that turned into a foursome.

Uncle Doug!

- It's the last time I do Ketamine

with the Hanson brothers, I'll tell you that much.

(chuckling, rhythmic music)

- Okay, girl.

I gotta say, most people are ugly criers,

but you are the perfect amount of flushed right now.

- Monica's right. I can't do this.

I'm totally failing at this job.

- You signed First Poke.

- No one cares about a glucose monitor, Clem.

- Diabetics do.

- I'm gonna blow it all, and everyone's gonna lose their job,

and Annabelle won't be able to pay for medication,

and Bill's gonna have to live with him mom forever,

and HR Natasha's gonna have to go on OnlyFans.

- Okay, well, I think Bill would be on OnlyFans

because if he wasn't wearing underwear,

that thing would be in his loafers.

- I'm a fraud!

- No, you can't put all that pressure on yourself.

It only hurts you in the end.

- Yeah, remember in college

when you wanted to work all weekend

and then when you went to parties your papers were better?

- Hanging out with those fraternities

got me an A in Global Feminism.

- The irony of that still gets me.

- Let's just... get out of here and have fun.

My friends are at this sick party in Tribeca.

It'll be cool.

- We can't. We still have to come up with a campaign.

- Call it, dog. You're lying on the floor at work.

- I'll get up. Soon as my heart stops racing.

- Okay, it's getting serious...

I have panic attack empathy,

and if I see someone having a panic attack,

I start to have one, so...

(deep breathing)

We need to go.

♪ I know that I'm looking good ♪

♪ Steppin' out the way I should ♪

♪ All my girls, we lookin' good ♪

♪ Breaking necks the way we should ♪♪

- Alex. What are you drinking?

- Oh, it's a BORG.

It stands for Blackout Rage Gallon.

You mix liquor, water, and electrolytes,

so it gets you drunk,

but keeps you healthy and hydrated at the same time.

- Ew. I thought Gen Z didn't drink.

- We're not a monolith.

Personally, I work hard, play hard, you know?

- You work?

- Not in the sense of, like, capitalism.

Which you clearly love.

It's wild to think how much money all this stuff costs.

- Yeah, and I feel good about it

because I paid for it all myself.

With my job.

- Kudos. I guess.

I mean, you have been working for a long time.

It must've been so hard coming up

as a career woman in the 1900s.

- Oh. Oh, Alexis...

(chuckling)

Let me tell you something I wish someone had told me

when I was your age.

Right now, you're in college

and you think you're all grown up.

But five years from now,

you'll look back and realize you didn't know anything.

And five years after that, it'll happen again.

And I'm pretty sure that keeps happening

for the rest of our lives until the day we die.

- For real?

- Yeah.

Look, I realize that being 50

seems...

impossible and horrific to you right now.

But someday, you will be my age

and you'll still feel 28,

even though no one sees you that way.

And, that's hard.

- I can imagine.

- But, hey, I mean. I still got it, okay?

I can't name a Chappell Roan song, but I know who she is.

That's disgusting.

- We put sour gummy worms in there.

It's for, like, flavor and texture.

- Hey! I'll take a hit of that.

- Sure. But be careful, it's pretty strong stuff.

- Please, you guys think you invented this?

I was smoking joints I picked up off the floor

at Grateful Dead concerts.

The good ones. When Jerry Garcia was alive.

- The ice cream?

(chuckling)

- It's really smooth. Is there even any marijuana...

(gasping, music stop suddenly)

- Monica? Monica? Monica...

Oh, my god. She's overdosed.

Call 9-1-1!

Duncan, if she dies, I'm gonna make sure

you work at Subway for the rest of your life!

Gimme a suck of that so I can die in peace

with my best friend. Come on!

- What... what happened?

- She's alive!

She's alive. Thank god.

- Are there a bunch of strangers standing around, staring at me?

- Pretty much. - Yeah.

- Hide me! - Where?

- Hide me! - What, oh.

- Don't let them look at me!

- Don't... don't look, close your eyes, everybody!

Don't... Don't look at her!

- I'm gonna hide in here.

- Everybody! Don't look at her!

Look away!

- Can somebody get a blanket?

And a cold towel for her eye?

- She needs air. Does anyone have air?

- Monica? We're gonna get you airy!

(Monica laughing)

That's right, that's right.

(party music continues)

- This is nice. - Elliot!

- Yes! Yes!

- I knew this party was gonna be lit!

It's all over TikTok.

- Whose place is this?

- I'm seeing sconces, wainscotting,

soft lighting.

Definitely divorcee. Over 50.

Small tits.

- Okay, I'll see you on the other side.

(blows a kiss)

- Oh, sorry, I have to get a drink.

(sighing)

- You okay?

- I think so, yeah.

- You had me stressed.

All day I've been reliving the fact that I was circumcised,

then I thought I had to watch a lady die.

Talk about a bad Thursday.

- We both have generalized anxiety disorder,

so this is the last thing we needed.

Not that we blame you!

- Why do you have anxiety?

What do you guys have to be worried about?

You're in your 20s and...

...your on your parents' health insurance.

- Uh, lots of things!

- Like?

- The fact that we were born into a world

that is beyond screwed

and no one let's us have a say in

any of the problems, so we just scream into the abyss

for someone to listen to us, but no one ever does.

- Instead, everyone just calls us self-righteous and annoying.

- Well, I mean--

- I was self-righteous and annoying at your age,

but just about important stuff.

The Gulf War, the LA riots,

Baywatch, sexist or just good, clean fun?

- Yeah.

- I mean, I did think you were going to be rude, lazy,

and entitled, and I have to say, you're actually not that bad.

- I forgot to mention the climate crisis

is gonna wipe us all out by 2030.

- Oh, Alexis, we were so close.

- So you're not worried if we're gonna melt in five years?

- Of course, but I have central AC.

- Okay, I'm so sorry.

The climate. It's all my fault.

I didn't find out till last year

that you're not supposed to throw away AA batteries,

and I've been going through them like water.

- What are you using all those batteries for?

- Just my own business, Duncan.

(party song, people cheering)

- Thanks, Volante!

- Oh, lemme taste that. Make sure it's safe.

Yeah, it's good.

- Okay, babe.

- Hey, Clem.

- Oh, my god.

We're at Monica's.

- I don't buy that you use all those batteries

for a water tank.

You just plug those things in.

- Okay, Duncan, can we just go back how your lives suck?

- Bottom line is, we should just

enjoy it all before we melt to death.

- Hey, you guys, we invited you here

to help us with an ad campaign, okay?

The pitch can't be,

"Have a burger, we're all gonna die."

- What she means is you gotta secure the bag

and have some fun.

- I'm sorry. What bag? Is it Hermès?

- Secure the bag means bag of money

or whatever else is valuable to you.

- So... Hermès.

- If... that's your thing. Yeah.

- Wait. So secure the bag is... it's a metaphor.

It could be any bag?

- Sure, yeah.

- What about a burger bag?

- Wait. Are you feeling inspired?

Because I am.

- My head is spinning, it could just be the drugs,

but I wanna write something down.

- Here. Let's... - Okay. Let's go.

Alright.

- It's exactly the same.

Girl really does live to work.

Wow.

Okay, Monica.

- What in the hell? - Monica! Hi!

- Doug, please don't ever let me use marijuana again

because I am having a very bad trip.

- No, you're not.

- What are you doing here?

Are you here to steal my ideas?

- No, I didn't even know this was your place, okay?

And we just heard about a party and decided to come.

- We?

- Monica.

Wow, it's like her office, but not our office.

- Is this a portal to hell?

- Get out. Get out! Get out! - Right, going!

- Go, go, go! - Get out! Get out!

Um, excuse me?

- Just go.

- Excuse me?

- Okay, that's it.

- Alright, everybody. Party's over. Party's over.

You have 30 seconds to get out

before I start talking about how happy I am to be circumcised.

Oh, yeah. I'm glad I got the snip,

so I can get it all clean and pristine!

- Ew.

- Because why would anybody want a penis

that looks like they have a turtleneck on it?

- Are you serious right now?

- Ew, gross. - So gross!

- Unless, of course, that's your thing.

(rhythmic music)

- I could've had more. - My tolerance is so high.

- An exact replica of her office.

Like, a carbon copy.

- It's what I said, stress causes mental illness.

- I've never been so scared in my life

and I used a porta-potty after the marathon.

- It was-- - Psychotic?

- Or genius. - Evil genius.

- Sorry!

Just trying to make it to Boppin' Burger before it closes.

Come on, Alexis. This is us. - See you!

- Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?

- We eat hamburgers till we blow chunks!

- Uh-huh. I can't go.

Those fries go straight to the thighs.

- I don't mean we go eat there.

I mean, Boppin' Burger's the afterparty.

Boppin' Burger is the afterparty.

That's our slogan!

Boppin' Burger is the afterparty!

- Boppin' Burger! Boppin' Burger!

- So that's a no on the chunks or...

(♪ birds, bees by Fousheé)

- Yup. Definitely still vegan.

♪ I see you moving 'round this town ♪

♪ Like I'm not frequently up and down ♪

♪ Wonder if you'll collide with me ♪

♪ Or just dance around these streets ♪

♪ We see in tunnel vision

♪ Maybe a tab for the fun

♪ I see them whispering in the sun ♪

♪ While I parlay in the shade

♪ I take it easy these days

♪ See that as little a mess I made ♪

♪ You're still the one reminding me ♪♪

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