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(Narrator): Previously on the Z-Suite.

- I've decided to open up the campaign.

Each of you will get a chance to pitch,

and the best idea wins the campaign.

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

- We wanted to get some insights from the senior members

of the Atelier team.

- So you got nothing.

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

I'm totally failing at this job!

- Oh, could you let my friends in?

- Your friends?

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

so I invited some people over.

- It reeks of student loans in here.

It's really smooth.

(gasp)

We're in Monica's--

Out. Get out, get out, get out!

- "Boppin Burger is the afterparty."

That's our slogan!

♪ Hey hey Yeah I got what it takes ♪

♪ Hey hey Yeah I got what it takes ♪

♪ I don't mess with no fake fakes ♪♪

- Elliott, will your friends let use their party content

for the campaign?

- Of course, babe. - Okay, great.

And are there any videos of them wearing more clothes?

- Probably not.

(heavy breathing)

You okay, boo? - Not. Now. Spirits.

(loud gasps)

- What the hell? - Who are you?

- Oh, thank God you see him too.

- I, oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Okay, thank you.

Thank you so much.

Um, this. There we go. Okay.

"Your presence is requested Friday evening,

8pm sharp for a night of mystery and intrigue.

Join us in celebrating the birthing day of George Larsen.

Dress code is British Aristocrat."

Oh my God! George!

- Wait, Aristocrat or Aristo-cat?

- Crat. Cat. Crat.

- Dammit.

Greenwich, though.

We can't go all the way to England.

- Connecticut, Clem.

- Oh.

- Hey, where'd that creepy guy go?

Oh my God!

(screams)

- Is anyone else super aroused?

(rock music)

(dubstep music)

Okay, Mr. Boppin Burger!

Did y'all peep the hedge maze?

He put his whole Lizzy into this place.

- It's giving me the creeps.

Nothing good happens in a mansion, think about it.

Clue, Knives Out, the White House?

- Pinkies up, ladies.

Tonight, we show George

that we are the picture of class and professionalism.

- Coming into another person's home uninvited?

- God, you scared me!

- Imagine how I felt when you snuck into my home office!

- I didn't!

- Um, what are you guys doing here?

- We were invited. - What are you doing here?

- I have a long-term work relationship with George.

- Okay. Well, now it's an open relationship.

And try not to get too jealous

when you see us laughing with him over shots of tequila.

- Ooh, this isn't some Tijuana brothel, honey,

it's Connecticut.

Act like you've been here before.

- Come, Douglas.

- Excuse us.

(tense violin music)

- What?

- Um, is anyone else getting

a "our organs are about to be harvested" vibe?

(shudders)

- Well, well, well. You must be Cricket.

Atelier's shiny new CEO.

You know, you're quite the talk of the town, aren't you?

The child who fumbled a mock commercial.

Forgot the burger.

You've always got to lead with the meat.

- And you are...

- Bennett Buffy.

- Your competition.

- You're pitching on Boppin Burger, too?

- I see what you've done here.

- What did he do?

- Well, he wined and dined me to get me back in the game,

just to be sure you were the one who would take me out.

It's a very twisted way to get revenge.

- You sneaky son of a bitch.

- God, it was so good having you

beg me for Pig Feed International.

- I didn't beg.

- You know, I actually recorded it. I use it as my ring tone.

- Please. "I'll take anything."

- Oh, excellent timing.

- "I'll take anything, just give it to me.

I'll take anything--"

- You're with Bennett, give it to me.

- The man is gonna land me on Dateline.

- We need to find George.

- Before they remove our insides.

- Ashleigh requested the caviar,

and we have 300 oysters.

We have 10--

(clears throat)

- George, hi!

- Hi, George!

- Monica! Kriska!

Glad you all could make it,

and I'm looking forward to hearing all your pitches.

- And me!

- Buffy!

Nice shirt.

Looks like something my wife would wear.

- Oh, ladies wear good stuff,

and it's good to sort of join them now and again.

(laughter)

- Okay. - Right.

(gong)

(laughter)

- I just love this thing!

Oh, this is usually how I tell the help to go home!

(laughter)

- Uhh...

- So nice of you all to join us!

I'm Ashleigh, George's wife.

- Ash-lee?

- Pronounced Ash-lay. Like "slay".

- What? - Oh.

- A very big welcome to all of you,

especially my former sorority sisters!

(group): Gamma Phi!

- Gamma my oh my!

(forced laughter)

- Now tonight, we are celebrating the life

of my sweet hubbalicious, George!

- Hide your kidneys!

(screaming)

- I didn't touch him.

Everybody saw me not touch him, right?

- You were right, Clem! Clem?

(piano chord)

- What's this? A murder?

Nay.

'Tis a poisoning.

- Lower stakes, but okay.

- Matt? What are you doing here?

- Yeah, don't you have a job, like, working for me?

- Sorry, shrews.

I wish I had time to tame thee.

But I do not know who Matt is.

For tonight, I am Thurgis Archibald the Third.

Gamemaster.

- Oh no, he's sadder than I thought.

- You've all been brought here

to help save the life of one George Larsen.

Now, you'll need to complete a series of challenges

to find the antidote

and win the grand prize.

- Which is?

- Drinks with the birthday boy.

In his private speakeasy.

- That's the grand prize?

Ugh, who cares?

- It's invaluable one-on-one time with your client.

And a chance for you to pitch your campaign to George,

to see if he likes it.

- Winning is how I first got George as a client,

how I kept him as a client,

and how I'm going to get him back.

No need to compete, at the end of the evening,

Doug and I will be in the speakeasy.

- You know who else is excited about this?

"Me, Tiny Claus! Ho ho ho!"

- Got yourself a little doll there, Doug.

- It's a figurine.

- Okay, we have to win. - Yeah.

- Let the games...

begin!

(camera flash)

- We can't keep putting that girl on the end there,

she doesn't know what to do with her arms.

- And now, for my final group.

Each of you

will pull a handcrafted coin

from this velvet bag.

You'll find my printer of 3D

has etched a perfect likeness of not one,

but two of the world's most famous detectives.

Sherlock Holmes and Jessica Fletcher.

- Who is Jessica Fletcher?

(gasps)

- And you call yourself a homosexual!

- Only the greatest mystery novelist

and amateur sleuth Maine has ever known.

- Okay, me first!

(jingling coins)

Oh, Sherlock Holmes!

And my sisters get to be on my team, too.

I'm the hostess, I do what I want.

- Okay.

(group): Gamma Phi!

- I'll have a go, mate.

Sherlock Holmes!

Alright, Gamma Phi, come to Daddy!

- How appropriate! Satan and Satan's wife?

- That's us. - Who's the wife?

(jingling coins)

- Kriska, Elliott.

- Thank you.

- I got Jessica Fletcher.

- Samesies.

- Wait, I got that too.

- Oh, how delicious!

- Uh Matt, you should let her redraw.

- I don't think so. - Yeah, no.

- We can't be on the same team. - That's not how this works.

- Matt? - Thurgis Archibald.

- Whoever. As your former boss,

I demand that you let her redraw.

- And as your current boss, I demand a redraw.

- What's done is done, and cannot be undone.

Shakespeare's Our Town, little reference for ya.

- He is very committed to his character.

Looks like he's in a high school musical.

- What's with the whiteface? He's already white.

- For tonight's first challenge,

in order to get out of the library,

you'll have to figure out the password,

and present it to my assistant, Jeff.

- We've got this. - I'm not your assistant.

- Well... - No!

- Kind of. - No.

- Little bit. - No.

- Maybe just for tonight? - No!

- Where's Clem?

- Uhh, hmm.

- This is what my mother always warned me about.

Money breeds monsters.

But no, I wanted to go to college,

make friends who weren't family.

It's okay, Clem.

Your home school survival skills class prepared you for this.

Remember. Anything can be whittled into a weapon.

Don't need this anymore!

Cheese shiv!

Or to the layman, knife cheese.

(sniff)

Shrimp.

Gulf of Mexico.

(sniff)

Wild caught.

(suspenseful music)

(door opening)

- Let's go, ladies! (group): Gamma Phi!

- They're coming for me!

- Hello! - Holy shellfish!

- Shhh.

- On each table, you'll find a card with a list of clues.

The clock is ticking.

Knock 'em dead or George will be--

- Dead. Yeah, we get it, mate.

- Begin!

(group): Gamma Phi!

- Let's go, let's go. Read the first clue.

- Where did George Larson Senior

buy an abandoned piece of land in 1941?

Ugh, like I care.

(Kriska & Monica): Abilene, Kansas.

- Oh, well, someone's been doing their homework.

- Yeah. You impressed? - No. not at all.

It's part of your job.

- Where did George Larson Senior buy...

Hey, hey. Come on! Concentrate!

- Okay, um. Kansas, Kansas,

well, could be the book "Kansas",

George loves literature.

Um, where did George have his first burger,

um that was his aunt's house. Everyone knows that, and--

- Piece of land, who can read?

- It's a house they call the bungalow, bungalow.

Ooh, could be Butchery Bungalow, do you guys know that?

No. okay.

- She's very competitive. - I can't get competitive.

My witch says I'm cortisone intolerant.

- Your witch?

- Yeah. Jared Leto's also a client.

- "Kansas", "Butchery Bungalow", "1861", they're all books.

- There's gotta be a theme that connects them all.

- Mm-hmm. Places I don't wanna go.

- No, I don't wanna be in a photo.

(group): Gamma Phi!

- Fire. There's a fire in each of those books.

Museum fire, brush fire, the killer sets himself on fire.

- Okay, so the password is "Fire"?

- No. obviously, it would have to be something more specific

to Boppin Burger, like, warm, hot,

the food is hot, the flame, the--

- Oh, oh, oh I know, the password is--

- Charbroiled.

- Yes, I was just about to say that.

From the first Boppin Burger slogan, "Charbroiled Burgers,"

(Kriska & Monica): "Just Like Dad's."

- Okay. Let's do it! - Okay!

(sighs)

- Charbroiled.

- Your next location.

And the key to unlock it.

- Thank you!

- Go, go, go!

- You first. - Come on, ladies!

- We just need one good picture, then we promise to play!

- Give me the camera. - Okay, good.

- Oh wait.

- Right. Jeannie, you're gonna have to help me out here, girl.

Do something with the arm, put it behind, just hide the arm.

Chin up, chin up! There we go!

And...

(camera flashing)

Snapped. Okay?

- Hurry, hurry. If I'm going to carry this team,

you've got to keep up.

- You are not carrying us, Monica.

- Oh no? Well, who just answered the clue?

- I knew it, you just said it first.

- Okay, would you like a participation trophy?

- Okay, I'm not doing this with you two.

This mansion might be over 20,000 square feet,

but it has no room for negativity.

So, if you'll excuse me,

I'll gonna go live my rich bitch fantasy.

- Elliott! - Uh-uh.

- Aww.

I'm going to go make sure he doesn't break anything.

- What? - Monica!

Enjoy the view of my cool sculpted ass!

(group): Gamma Phi!

- Okay, I'm not gonna get beaten

by a guy who still calls himself a metrosexual.

If we're gonna make it to the speakeasy,

we have to work together.

- Fine. But after we win, I'm talking to George first.

- Fine.

He'll be three drinks in, and easier to persuade.

Let's go.

(classical music)

- Sir, you know you don't have to pretend

to be comatose the whole time!

- Hmm.

(grunts)

Wish I was poisoned.

- Oh.

- I only did this for my wife.

She loves a murder mystery.

Thanks a lot, Alan Cumming.

- Huh.

- Matt, can I offer you some life advice?

- I would be most humbled, sir.

- When it comes to your second wife,

you think you want to go younger.

But then, they actually want to do stuff.

I'm tired, Matt.

I want to sit in my chair and watch TV

and fall asleep with my mouth open at 5PM

like every other man my age.

Is that too much to ask?

- No! Not at all.

I'm out like a light at seven.

- Ah, seven is sweet.

- Seven is heaven!

(both laugh)

(both sigh)

- That's it, right? - Yeah.

Alright, alright, alright.

- I've got it, got it, got it. There we go.

Okay, read this in a British accent. No.

"Solve a puzzle but choose the correct box.

Win pieces from inside the next location it unlocks,

or if you'd like, you can bypass this station

and Gertah Gomez Hated.

- What?

- Gertah Gomez Hated.

- What does that mean? It doesn't even make sense.

It's ridiculous. It's probably Matt just didn't proofread it.

It's an incomplete sentence.

- Oh no, it's an anagram. It's a word jumble.

If we figure this out,

we don't have to do all these puzzle boxes.

I should start with the letter Z, what word has a Z?

- Puzzle. Like, puzzle box.

- Mm-mm, no. Hazy? There's no Y.

Faze? No. Maze? Maze.

It's maze.

I saw one in the front yard.

Gherta Gomez Hated, Go To The Hedge Maze.

- Oh my! - It's the Hedge Maze!

- How did you that was an anagram?

- Well, I do a lot of crosswords and word jumbles

to help with my cognitive function,

improve my vocabulary

and enhance problem solving skills.

You know, it's a strategy I use to get better at my job.

What, do you think I'm a nerd?

- No.

I just already knew you were smart.

It's why I hired you.

- Well, I bet you're glad you kept that desk

at Fletcher/Klein after all.

- Let's not go crazy. Come on, let's go. Go.

Gamma bye!

- Okay, let's figure this out.

Oh! Oh, come on, ladies, we agreed no more photos.

We've gotta focus. - Just one more.

- Let's do the booty pose.

- No, I can't do it anymore, okay?

Jeannie's arms, they're off the hook.

And we lost so much time putting Heather in the dumb waiter.

She's still stuck in there! No, I'm done.

I'm going solo, okay? - What?

- Buffy's out. You're dead weight.

- You can't leave us!

Dana's husband just left her, now she's gonna have

even worse abandonment issues!

(sobbing)

Oh, Gamma cry!

(sobbing)

(Clem): I met Stella before, but I didn't know

George had another daughter.

What's your name?

- Clara. - Look, Clara.

I'm gonna give it to you straight.

You've seen "The Lion King", right?

(sighs)

I'm afraid your dad's been Mufasa'd.

- Wait, what exactly do you think is happening here?

- What do you think is happening here?

- I wanna play the poisoning game.

But nobody will pay attention to me.

- The poisoning game.

So wait, no one was murdered?

And this is all for fun.

I'll never understand rich people.

And what, they won't let you play because you're young?

That's discrimination. You could sue.

- You could play with me.

Cause you're an adult.

- Oh, I prefer not to be called that.

- I know where the antidote is!

So it's a guaranteed win.

- What are we waiting for? Let's go.

- We had three mares,

but we had to shoot our thoroughbred

because he broke his leg on the racetrack.

(chuckles)

- Turn them into glue and then call it a day.

- Girl! Ugh.

You can always tell when women come from new money,

I mean, sequins?

Ugh, so sad and tacky.

- If sequins are good enough for Liza Minelli,

they're good enough for you.

- Who?

- Elliott, I swear to God!

Cabaret?

Liza with a Z?

She's an EGOT winner, have some respect!

- Okay, you do not need to yell at me.

(sigh)

- This is why I'm home schooling my children.

- Hey you know, my girlfriend and I,

we've been together a while.

- Yeah?

- Ehh.

- Not sure it's a match?

- I mean, she's fine.

Don't get me wrong, I'm just not really sure she's at my level.

Between you and I,

I invited her into my Dungeons & Dragons campaign,

but for her character, she chose a Gnome.

A Gnome, George.

Why such a lame choice?

Why not a Shifter?

An Orc? A Firbolg?

- I'm a Firbolg.

- No! - Yeah!

- You D&D? - Yeah.

Ten-foot-two, eyes of blue, baby!

- Oh, I can't believe your a Firbolg.

I mean, you have the ability to talk to plants, what a gift!

It's so much better than a Gnome!

- Gnomes are losers.

- Tell that to my girlfriend.

(both laugh)

(clears throat)

- Ladies. If you get the answer correct, you may enter the maze.

If not, you will be eliminated.

Immediately.

- Yes, we know. Go on.

- Here is your riddle.

"Are you looking for me? I'm all alone.

A party of one.

If you want to find me, you'll need a fairy.

What am I?"

- Somebody who's all alone, they need a fairy.

The most fairy is Tinker Bell, it's Peter Pan.

It's Peter Pan! Jeff, the answer is--

- Wait, wait, stop. I don't think it's Peter Pan.

What if it's "ferry", like a boat?

So, the answer would be Island.

- Why would the fairy be a boat?

He didn't say "ferry", he said "fairy".

Jeff, can you read it again?

- I'm afraid I can only read it once.

- Says who, Jeff? This is a made up game, okay.

I think it's Peter Pan.

- Okay, well I think it's Island.

I'm very sure of that answer.

Alright, how about this.

If I'm wrong and I lose this for us,

I won't pitch on Boppin Burger.

And if I'm right, we both get time with George!

- Whoa, that's a win-win for me!

Go right ahead.

- Great. The answer is Island.

- You may enter. - Aaah! I knew it!

- What? Wow. - Yes!

- Not bad. - Okay.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey Lurch, I'll give you 20 bucks

if you keep an eye out for the antidote.

Ohh,

you've only got one eye!

Let's patch things up later.

Ugh!

(dramatic music)

(both exclaim)

- Uh... Oh.

"You're almost at the end. Quench George with this

and you'll have him on the mend."

Boy, the last thing I want to hear Matt say

is the word quench.

- But it's the antidote. Must be inside, right?

(gasp)

- Where is it?

(laughter)

- Oh, hey Buffy. Do you know where Matt is?

- What have you got there?

- I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

- That's the antidote. Well, congratulations.

A coincidence, I was just looking for it.

May I have it?

- Bro, are you crazy?

(intense violin music)

Hey, hey, hey!

- Argh!

Is that cheese?

Mmm, Pecarino.

- Hey!

(laughs)

- George! I've got it! George.

- Man!

- Well, that was a valuable lesson.

Never make a knife out of food.

- When you're right, you're right, Clara.

- I know.

(upbeat music)

- Elliott, I am telling you. The craftsmanship.

Every feather. Every paillette.

Every bead in every celebrity gown

at that award ceremony was placed there

by Mr. Bob Mackie.

- I had no idea.

- I'm surprised you're interested.

Guys your age are usually not

interested in our history at all.

- Yeah.

It's like we were born in different centuries.

- I mean, we were.

(laughter)

Honestly, sometimes I resent you Gen-Zs for having it so easy.

- I have to say, I love being resented.

Because it means a little bit of you wants to be me.

- Honey. Wants to be you?

You can't even tie a scarf properly.

What is this? This is a travesty.

Tie it here, over. Right--

- What are you--

- Oh!

(clears throat)

- Hey!

- Are you, are you wearing my clothes?

- Uhh.

- Wait.

You fit into my clothes?

- Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no.

I mean, I've really stretched this out.

- Mm-hmm, yeah girl. You are so skinny.

I think I ripped your leather leggings.

- You did?

- Yes, I couldn't even put a thigh in.

- Okay! Oh, thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- Tell me. - Oh, oh!

- Where'd she go?

- Ashleigh? - Ashleigh?

- Oh! - Disappeared!

- Guys. - Oh! Hey!

- There she is! - Now, get out.

- Uh, okay. - Okay.

- So congratulations, Buffy!

It's your first year winning. Well done.

- It's a big Boppin honour, sir.

- Wait, he won? - But we were ahead of him.

- Better luck next time.

Because much like Ashleigh's gong privileges,

it's over.

We'll see you at the pitch.

Follow me. You too, Matty boy.

I namaste, you nama-go!

(laughs)

- I really thought we had that.

- I know, I did too.

Well, see you at the pitch.

Where I will win.

- Sure, Monica. I will see you there.

- The antidote.

Buffy stole it from me.

And then he ate my knife.

- Clem, where have you been? - Oooh, did we win?

- Does it look like we're in the speakeasy?

- Well, on a positive note,

Ashleigh invited us

to Gamma Phi's annual trip to Dollywood.

- Gamma Phi!

- I can't believe Buffy won. Should we be worried?

- No. But...

I do think we may have underestimated Kriska.

- Do you two not understand how important tonight was for us?

This was our one shot to redeem ourselves before the pitch,

and you two just disappeared!

- Okay, yes to all of that, but I held a Birkin.

- And in my defense, I thought someone was hunting us.

And I found the antidote.

- Which you lost.

- Okay, that's an excellent point.

Will a "my bad" cover this?

(sigh)

- Thank you so much for having us!

- Thank you.

- Bye! - Thank you so much for coming!

- Yeah, of course! I got to hang out with Clara.

I gotta say, she's a special kid.

- Uh, who's Clara?

- Your stepdaughter.

- No, I only have one stepdaughter, Stella,

and she's at her grandparents' in the city, thank God!

- Wha?

Then who was... I...

That's discrimination. You could sue.

When you're right, you're right.

- Good luck to you.

(theme music)

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