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- Last week, Hypergnosis was
being acquired by Cupertino.

It's not happening.

- I did meet a Danish CFO.

Of course, we used protection.

- What can Hypergnosis do
to help us win our next war?

- We represent
America's veterans.

- I told you
they were from the VA.

- I need a sexy new client.

- I was in there,
and I saw you take that thing.

- You've been running
a magnificent scam

on all your clients.

My company,
we harvest your data.

Like how you
and your ex-husband

both try to dodge custody
of the kid.

[lock clicking]

[banging, rattling]

- [sighing]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[thudding]

[scraping]

[sighs] Man.

[scraping]

[shoe thuds]

♪

[scraping]

Come on.

[sighing]

[glass shatters]

[dramatic music]

- [vocalizing]

[clinking]

- Audio message
to Jojo Therapy.

[phone chimes]

Hey, making sure
you're getting my messages.

Uh, for the next
session tomorrow,

I was hoping maybe
you could come up with

a list of your, like,

real thoroughbred clients
from your stable.

Super--[mouthing word]

Super excited about
this next chapter

in our alliance.

Yeah, we'll do some
spark flinging

and idea sploshing.

OK, text me, unless you're
under something heavy.

[chuckles] Are you?

Uh, kidding, obviously.

It's Duncan.

[sighs]

How are my ketones?

- 0.3 millimolar.
- Ah.

I had too many gojis
in my slurry.

I told you.

- I mean, I don't think
it's the gojis.

- What the hell?
Where is my 1 by?

[tense music]

- Oh, um, I don't know.

- My 1 by.

♪

Uh, where's Thelma?

Where's Thelma?
Thelma. Thelma.

The tungsten cube
I showed you yesterday--

yeah, remember?

Where is it?

- I don't know
where the cube is.

- Did you take my cube, Thelma?

Listen, I--
I am not accusing you.

I know it's cliché, but we were
just talking about it.

- No.
No, Thelma, brain food only.

Fish with the good omega-3--
the Atlantic--

- It's not--
- I did not take it.

- Nova maybe?
- Don't cry.

Don't do that.
- It's OK.

Thank you. She's OK.

She's crying.

- She's not crying. There's--
- She--

- She stole my cube.
- Really?

Hey, this is what you want
said about you?

He yells at the help?
- She stole--

- Nothing worse.
- Nothing worse? Really?

How about she fucked
a Great Dane?

♪

- Run if you're gonna run.

Jamie's task force
is this morning.

♪ ♪

It's time to think
endowment gifts.

Stanford's not taking
this one for free.

- OK.

[objects clattering]

Bah, bah-da-dum!

[breathing deeply]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Duncan.
Hey, Duncan!

- Oh, Jesus, Nena.
You're paparazzi now?

- Well, you weren't
taking my calls.

- I can't find
the stock app on this thing.

- Mm.
Concerns about your price?

- No.
Just doing fiduciary hygiene.

- Well, markets are
closed today.

It's Labor Day.
- Oh!

Well, when's CEO Day, huh?
- But hey.

But some of us are
on a deadline.

So off the record,
in the lockbox,

any comment on
the Cupertino acquisition?

Come on, man!
You started this!

Are talks still going ahead?
What's happening?

- You know, after your
last article came out,

a lot of people thought
it was me who leaked the rumor.

Maybe your lockbox is
in need of rejuvenation.

- Hey, can we stop running,
please?

I eat a standard American diet.

Duncan, please!

[panting]

Duncan, no one knew
that you were the source--

not from me, anyway.
- Good.

And if you want anything else
about me, from me,

you're gonna need to stay
my Deep Throat, OK?

- [sighs] No.

You're my Deep Throat.

- Any way you like it, Nena.

- Uh--[sighs]

- [sighing]

Audio message to Jojo Therapy.

[phone chimes]
Hey.

Um, just to say,
you could hit me back.

I'm anxious, OK?
Man anxious.

Manxious.

- I want a gun.

- OK, but honey,
they said they caught the guy.

- They think they did.

- Well, ma'am, if you have
any additional information--

- You caught a guy,
not the guy.

Are you hungry?
Eat something.

My child sleeps down there, OK?

I mean, what if
this guy is still

out there lurking, waiting?

You can eat more than that.

See, this is why
your tummy hates you.

- Looks like he tried
to break the seal with this.

- That's my "Pippin"!

This is--oh, my God.

This is an original
Broadway Cast recording.

Wow, look at that.

Trashed.
I'm sorry, that's just...

- You know...
- Great.

- He must have come in
through the waiting room.

Yeah, how many times have I
asked Alvin to fix that lock?

I mean, if he won't fix it,
I'm sorry,

but what choice do we have
but a gun?

- OK, well, true,
Alvin, our landlord--

we asked him to put an alarm
as well, and we're gonna ask--

- He's done nothing.

- OK, but we're gonna talk
to him, obviously, OK?

No gun.

I'm not living in a home
with an instrument of death.

No offense.

- You rent?

- [sighs]

- You might not be taking this
seriously enough.

- I think you are being
a little bit irrational,

to tell you the truth.
- Oh, wake up, Gary.

We work with several
ultra-rich clients--

I mean, people on
the radar of cabals

and cartels and conglomerates.

I mean, you don't think that--
that one of their rivals

might plant a listening device
in their therapist's office?

- I don't know.

- I mean,
CIA does it all the time.

- The CIA?
- Yes, the CIA.

- OK.

There is a batch
of Klonopin upstairs.

It's going to help.

- I don't want
a Klonopin, Gary.

I want a fucking gun.

I never get anything I want.

We still have
all the old furniture

from your first marriage.
- Yeah.

- Fine. Fine!
Well, now, I want a gun.

♪

[door slams]

[rattling]

- I nearly socked Lorraine when
she signed me up to be a whore.

Wynningidea.com--
that's winning with a Y,

by the way, like whining,
but more horrible.

- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I don't know that site.

- People pay 15 grand
to pitch their

"winning idea"
to CEO types like me--

15 minutes.

But what halfway decent CEO
has 15 minutes to burn?

So basically,
it's a parade of shit CEOs

or bored, retired types
like me.

It triggered me
like a fire alarm at a--

at a fireworks factory.

That's how bad it triggered me.

Never again!

- It's OK, Carl.

We--we all feel that way,
uh, sometimes.

Horrible people
who have no boundaries,

no manners, no integrity,
we--we want to lash out.

Sometimes we even fantasize
about hurting...

- Yes.
- Them.

- Yes. Amen, sister.

Let's hurt 'em.

- Um, yeah.

But what are some
strategies that--

that--that we could use?

Um, what about our mnemonics?

- [sighs] Stop.

S-T-O-P, stop, yeah.

That thing?
- Yeah, that's right.

Uh, S, stop.

T, take a step back. O--

- Yeah, can I--forgive me.

Can I just--
the S of STOP is stop.

The acronym is STOP.

But the S of STOP
stands for stop?

- Yeah, yeah, that's, um--
that's--no, that's right.

Um, S, stop.
T, take a step back.

- Yeah.
- O, observe.

P...
- Yeah.

- Proceed mindfully.

It's just a little thing
to remember

for when that anger starts--

- The S in STOP
is for stop, correct?

I mean, couldn't you people
pretend to dress it up

a little bit?

I mean, slow down, suspend--

something!

I can't believe
a group of professionals

got into a room
and landed on that!

Probably high-fived each other
over it, you know?

I mean, on the face of it,
if I could stop,

I wouldn't need the mnemonic.

If I could stop, I wouldn't
need anger management.

I'm here because
I can't stop, right?

- Stop is only the first step.

- Yeah, of STOP!

Of STOP!

- Right, stop.

Now T...
- OK.

- Take a step back.
- Yeah, are you testing me?

Because I think I may fail.

Because I may start--

S is for start--

T, uh, throwing things.

- Carl.
- A is for at.

Uh, R is for, uh--
- Don't say it.

- I'm gonna say it.

- Don't say it.
- I'm gonna say it.

Retarded.
- OK.

- And the last T
is for therapists!

I am going to start
throwing things

at retarded therapists!

Huh? I said it!

- OK.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Carl.

Just--just breathe.
- You breathe!

[panting]
- [sighs]

- But I've seen SAT scores
go up 15, 20%

with the right fungal regime.

But there's always
side effects with fungus.

- Yes.
- OK.

- So retest...
- Hi.

- With the hitting
and getting the right--

- Sure.
But let's say she hits 1300.

Then we're well within range
for Duke, Carnegie Mellon...

- Jamie's going to Stanford.
- No, I'm going to Stanford.

[phone chimes]
- That's me. Sorry.

- Jamison, low-key favor?

Can you try these glasses on?

[phone whooshes]

- Wow! Right, yes.

It's, like, worth
100 IQ points.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- For the interview.
- Yeah.

- And what if we went
a bit radical with her hair?

Maybe multicolor?
- Uh...

- Manifest...
- Mm.

- Individuality?

[phone whooshing]
- No.

I think she'd look like
a blue-eyed pinata.

[phone whooshing]

[both laughing]

I want the first swing.

[laughs]
No, sweetie, I'm kidding.

Let's talk accommodations.

Dr. Gary?
- Mm.

Yes.
- A little preview, perhaps?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Um, sorry.

So, uh, as I said, the...
[clears throat]

Full report promised, but--

OK, so boiling it down
to some salient headlines...

- Mm-hmm.

- The non-verbal abstract
processing, average.

Um, but Jamison does,
uh, meet the qualifying

diagnostic criteria for ADHD,
but only just.

- So double time.
Does she get double?

- If you'd like--

- A significant number
of applicants will have 200%.

- Right.
- OK, I don't need it.

I'm not SpEd.
- Duncan. Remi.

You remember Remi,
our admissions consultant?

Remi, will you tell him
what you're thinking

re the endowments?
- Oh.

- Yeah.

- 3 or 4 million
to the endowment fund.

Any more starts to look
like a bribe,

unless we're talking
a new library.

- Isn't strategic generosity
a bit shameless?

- This is all such bullshit!
- Jamie.

- Whoa.

- [whispers] She's upset
about being neurodivergent.

- Ugh, I'm not.

- Well, I mean, you're
really just on the margin.

- I'm not!

- You want to have
to take the test

twice as fast as everyone else?

Let's retest. Yeah.
- Jim-Jam.

Just re-take
the neuro thingy, OK?

Just do that. I'll take you.

We'll get cheeseburgers.
- No, no cheeseburgers.

- Yeah, and, like,
there's nothing wrong

with being on the spectrum.

I mean...[chuckles]

I always assumed you are,
with me on it.

And, hey, who among
the Silicon savants

aren't a little divergent
in the neuro, right?

[chuckles]
- Right.

- I mean, that's why
we're so good at telling

the rest of you how to shop
and talk and stuff.

We're on the outside
looking in.

Right, Dr. Gary?
- That's right.

That's, uh, a really...
- [snapping]

- Interesting perspective
on that.

JoAnne never mentioned
that you were on the spectrum.

- Well, why would she?

- No. What?

No, why would she?
That's--I'm sorry, I misspoke.

Uh, that's called
a cognitive overload, folks.

JoAnne is my wife.
JoAnne was texting.

- Right.

- And I was talking to you,
and I just--

[phone buzzing]
Oh, and--

- Oh, look,
there she is again, right?

Yeah. What a relief.

'Cause I thought
she got hit by a truck.

- Uh, no.

[phone chimes]

- Glad to see
your phone's working.

Uh, I'm curious
if Gary is aware

of your unusual
investment strategy.

Should I ask him?

[phone whooshes]

[phone chimes]

No, you don't, lady.
You can't cancel on me.

You do not...
[knocking]

Get to do that.
- Hello?

Duncan? Hey. Can I--

- Yeah.

- Listen, just to apologize,

it was highly
unprofessional of me

to identify you as a patient
in front of others.

It was--
- A violation?

Transgression? Crime?

- No, not a crime, actually.

But she never mentioned
your diagnosis to me ever.

- I've never been diagnosed.

[phone buzzing]

- That's--[sighs] Sorry.

We're having quite
an anxious morning.

That's JoAnne--

- Actually, uh,

I keep meaning to get
tested, but, um...

[soft dramatic music]

- Well, I mean,
if you're interested,

that's something
I could do for you, sure.

♪ ♪

I mean, on the house.
Don't worry.

- Oh, great.
What are you doing now?

It's Labor Day, Gary.
You wanna labor?

- Uh...sure.

Yeah. Today? Sure.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

- Great. You need the internet?
- No, no, no.

- Great.
- Old school.

- Good.
Not here. Not here.

I know a great place.

No one will bother us
even if they wanted to.

OK?
- Yeah?

- OK, so microphones--

same as bedbugs.

They burrow down
to where it's warm.

Gross, right? Yeah.

Look behind your
couch cushions and chairs.

And look closely...
- Ugh!

- At the fabric.

Even the faucet can make

sneaky hiding places
for cameras

as tiny as a grain of salt.

[Olivia Jean's
"Jaan Pehechaan Ho"]

And people, your art,

those paintings,
is that pattern

hiding a 3D-printed mic?

And remember,
it's only paranoia

in the eyes
of soon-to-be-sorries.

And...[speaking indistinctly]

♪ ♪

- [singing in Hindi-Urdu]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- What's wrong, Gary?

You look a little green.
- No, no, no.

You're one of those guys
who really likes to drive.

- I wasn't driving.

It's a self-driving car.

I mean, who knows how to drive
better than a car, right?

- Right, yeah. Yeah.

- You're not a risk guy, Gary?
- Ah.

- Huh? Huh?
- Sure.

- Let me ask you, how are you
with your investments?

You like--you like to get
freaky with the Dow?

- Oh, you know,
investing is, like,

JoAnne's department, mostly.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

- Oh.

Lili never shuts up
about my portfolio.

[laughs]
JoAnne must keep you abreast.

Right?
- Uh, not so much.

It's like, I do more
thermostats, oil changes--

- Yeah. Good.
That's--you want to go?

[clears throat]
- Right.

- Home sweet home.

Everyone has
a smart house, right?

[phone whooshing]

This one's dumb.

That whole thing
on top of the house,

that's a Faraday cage.

Blocks all cellular.

[beeps]

Here, give me yours.
- Oh, no.

I need to have this
right now, if that's OK.

- But no cell phones inside.

- [sighs] Yeah, sure.

Great. Could use a break.
- Good.

- Great.
- Yep.

The internet's never once
popped its cherry.

I mean, if you need milk,
the fridge won't tell you.

Your phone won't
suggest you breathe,

and I guess, if you fall down
and break your leg,

you're shit out of luck.
- Yeah.

- [laughs]
- I suppose.

- Let's find out
how weird I am.

- All right.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[beeps]

I confuse texture
with temperature.

Always, sometimes,
rarely, never.

- Like, when I touch things?

- Always, sometimes,
rarely, never.

- Maybe with, like, fruit,
wet fruit.

You know, like a melon rind.

So...rarely?

- [clears throat]
I fear flowers with thorns.

Always, sometimes,
rarely, never.

- Never.

I don't know--
wait, so should I?

Mm, rarely. Rarely.

- I feel judged by my clothes.

Always, sometimes,
rarely, never.

- Well, sometimes.

I'm sorry, does
that count for more?

- [tutting]

I have difficulty
waiting my turn.

Always, sometimes, rarely--

- Always.

[dog panting]

- Orson.
Orson, I need you right now.

I--

did you lock the door?

[dog whimpers]

- OK, I have all my passwords

saved here somewhere
on a thumb drive, and I--I--

I need to change all of them.

- OK, um, uh, hey, what--

what if you just give me
the computer password?

Then I can change them all.

- Aren't you smart?

OK, um, it's your name
and your birthday.

[keys clacking]

[beeping]

Uh, did you do the capital O?

- I did the capital O.

[keys clacking]

[beeping]

- That's not the right date.

- Well, that's my birthday.
- No, it's not.

- It--[laughs]

It totally is.
- It's the 11th.

- No, it's--it's the 10th.

This is why you always call me
the day after my birthday?

- I--

[laughing]

It's, um--it's--

it's Halloumi's birthday.

- Halloumi?

- Yeah, our--
she was your dad's, actually.

Um, uh, Halloumi, wiener dog.

We scattered her ashes
at the beach?

That--that trip that we took
to Knott's Berry Farm--

you remember.

Yes, you do. You loved it.

There was that--that mine ride

with the animatronic
Chinese laborers,

and you wore that little
cowboy hat I got you.

Well, I didn't go there
for me, Orson. Jesus.

You think I had a good time
at Knott's Berry Farm?

- [sighs]

[dog whimpering]

Um, why don't--
why don't we just do

the fingerprint thing instead?

- Yeah. Good idea.

[breathes deeply]

[sighs]

Um, like this?

- Um, right over here.

This.

- [chuckles] Yeah. Thank you.

[chiming]

- Can you hear that? Listen.

Total lack of microwaves.

- Yeah, it's--it's a--

it's a beautiful house, Duncan.

- [sighs]

It was Hamish's,
my business partner,

college roommate.

He loved it here.

We co-founded Fahfa.

You remember Fahfa?

- Yeah. Uh, yeah.

A buddy of mine met
his first wife on Fahfa.

And I bought a Subaru on Fahfa.

It was actually
my second Subaru.

Got that on Fahfa.

- Nice. Nice.

- OK, so I really
gotta get back.

So can you run me to the--

- Yes. Yes.
You remember Hamish?

Hamish was a genius.

Inept, but, you know,
he couldn't...

- OK.

- He couldn't look people
in the eye.

He couldn't--
couldn't talk to people.

I talked for him.

Huh.

[chuckling]

Dude had a horrible stutter.

Yeah, I would steal his, uh--

his shoes, his medication--
you know, that kind of thing.

And he'd go,
"Fah-fah-fuck you, Duncan."

And that's how we came up
with the name Fahfa.

- Oh.

- He hanged himself.

- Oh.

- Right above where
you're standing, actually.

- Oh. Fuck.
- Yeah.

You can still make out where
he, uh, carved his goodbye.

"Sorry."

[sighing] Yeah.

Should have been,
"You're welcome," right?

You're welcome.

He--he gave me this house,
gave me everything

and a chance to do it
on my own.

Yeah.

That's how I bought
Hypergnosis.

[inhales sharply] Whew!

[chuckling]

Wish I had a JoAnne back then.

[laughs]

Let's go. OK.

- OK.

- JoAnne deserves so much more.

And I'm not talking about you.

I'm--I'm sure you keep her
very satisfied.

[beeps]

And I'm--I'm--
I mean financially.

- We're doing all right,
Duncan.

I appreciate your concern.

- You can call yourself
a car, right?

I'm gonna hang back
and meditate.

If you just go up the hill,

you'll eventually
get service, OK?

- Wait, up--up this?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

OK.

What was JoAnne
texting Gary about?

- Uh, well--
- Was it about me?

It was, wasn't it?
It was about me.

- No. Uh, no, it's not.
It's, um--

- OK, what--
- She--she wants--

uh, she wants a gun.

- A gun.

♪ ♪

A gun?
- Yes.

♪ ♪

[whispers] A gun.

[suspenseful music]

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Good morning.
- We'll figure it out.

- OK.

- [sighs]

♪

Uh, good morning, Bill.

- Morning, Dr. Webb.

- Uh, wondering, what's that?

- That was for Lacy.

Last year,
she was one of the ones

who put herself
in a Caltrain's path.

- Take it down, Bill,
or else they will all want one.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

OK.

- I know what
they're gonna say.

Klepto. Pyro.

Psycho. [sighs]

Probably make
a lot of bitches smile

if I unalived myself.

[high-pitched] I'm just having
too much fun, you know?

Hmm?

What's that?

You got no wisdom to share?

Speak up.

[sighs] So embarrassing.

[soft dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- Whoa!
[horn honking]

Easy!

♪ ♪

- Are you nervous?
Don't be.

You're gonna be great.
Not great.

You don't have to be great.

Just keep expectations...
[inhales deeply]

Reasonable.

Here, I say this to my clients.

You know the story of Icarus?

He, um--he tried to fly,
uh, too close to the sun,

but his wings melted, and so
he fell down to Earth and died.

But if Icarus flew too low,
he'd drown.

The middle,
that is where you want to be.

Yep. You're not drowning.

You're not getting
burned by the sun.

But, hey, you're flying.

That's cool.
- OK. Thanks, Mom.

[horn honking]

- Love you so much.
You have no idea.

[horn honking]
- It won't budge!

[horn honking]

- Yeah, there's nobody
in there.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi. Name and grade?

- Thank you.

- Hi. Name and grade?
- Hey, how's it going?

- Thank you so much. Hi.

- Hi.
- Uh, name and grade?

- Orson Stern, ninth grade.

[tense percussive music]

♪

I'm new, so...

♪

- Uh, Dr. Webb?
- Hmm?

- Uh, this young man
is in the system, but...

- [sighs]

Hon, it looks like
your transcript from

your last school never arrived.

We can't onboard you
until we get it.

- My--my dad was supposed
to do that.

- Oh, well,
can you give him a call?

♪

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Um, he didn't--
he didn't answer.

- Why don't you go wait
in the dining hall?

Someone will come find you.

Hi. Name and grade?

♪ ♪

[horn honking]

- No! It won't budge.

- [sighs]

[horn honking]

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

[scoffs]

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

[engine rumbling]

- Hi.

Uh, have a good day.

Yeah, bye, bye, bye.

Um, hey, uh, we should talk.

- There's nothing
to talk about.

- Nothing to talk--that's--

[chuckles]
That's emotional distortion...

- [sighs]

- And if deliberate,
um, quite cruel.

- Duncan, I am not
doing this here!

- It's fine. That's fine.
Follow me. Uh, we'll talk.

- No.
- Fine.

Um, when you were insider
trading off your patients--

I'm sorry--
I'm sorry, your clients.

When you were insider trading
off your clients'

most private
and confidential confidences

given to you
in strict confidence

according to the rules
of Therapy International...

[engine revving]
I'm just curious...

[pedestrians screaming]

[people shouting]

[dramatic music]

- Ah! Ah!

- Oh, my God!

- Ah!
- Oh!

♪

- [laughs]

- What?
- What the hell was that?

- JoAnne!

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[horn honking, tires squealing]

[tense music]

♪

[phones ringing]

♪

- Hello. Can I help you?

- Yes, hello. Hi.

Um, I've been hacked, I think--

several purchases of stocks
I do not recognize.

- Oh, dear. Have a seat.

- Thank you.

Um, the sticky part is,
uh, I'm a psychologist.

- Hmm.

- Um, but patients--
well, clients--

come for therapy
to my home office.

- Ah, working from home--
the dream.

- Yes, it is.

Um, but one of them must
have got my phone and--

and found
my brokerage accounts.

- OK.

Well, let's see what
we're talking about here.

- OK. Thank you.

- Name?

- Uh, well, I need
to emphasize that

the doctor-patient
confidentiality thing

is a worry.

I mean, if it was
one of my patients,

I--I couldn't testify,
um, to it.

- Hmm.

Sounds like a case for our pals
in the fraud department.

They know how to tango
with law enforcement

and all that jazz.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

No. Um, thank you.

Um, no, you see,
at least ten of my patients

could have done this.

So--and--and five of them

have dangerous,
violent tendencies.

I mean, they might do harm to
themselves or their families.

They could come after me.

Could even come after you, Pat.

- Well, why would they
come after me?

- Is there a world where
we reverse the trades?

Like, give it back?

- Well, we can't
recoup your losses

without a fraud report,
I'm afraid.

- I--

There weren't any losses,

only profits.

It's an ethical concern.

I can't be making money
off my--

my patients.
- Hmm.

Well, you could--
you could give the money

to charity,
like for psychologists.

[light music]

♪

- Or I could lose it
to protect my patient.

Make a bad bet, maybe two.

- Muddy it up? Sure.

But I can't advise you
to do that.

We have duties, fiduciary ones.

- Yeah, yeah, I get it.

I know what to do now. Great.

Thank you, Pat.

- Now, would you be
willing to fill out

a customer satisfaction survey?

- No.

- Can you get
a clearer image, Harper?

This--it looks like a pile
of laundry on a skateboard.

I'm--

- Her phone is off,
so she's probably on to you.

- Did you geo-fix her car?

- Yes, but the signal
is very shaky.

I'm only locked in
on her telematics.

Like, her car's
emergency systems.

- OK.

- Even her tire pressure
monitors send out a beacon.

- Her tire pressure monitors.

Well, there's no hiding
with this.

Nice new digs, by the way.

This could be the hub
for this project.

What are we going to call it?

Did you come up
with a name yet?

Eye in the Sky?
- Duncam.

- That's funny, but something
a little more grand.

- The Duncquisition.
- That's not funny.

- The Eye of Odin.
- No.

No, Gnodin. Gnodin.

Like--
- Hypergnosis.

- Hypergnosis. Like--

- G-O-N?
- No, no G.

- No G.
- Oh, she's on the 280.

And she's getting off.

- Where is she?

OK, where is this?

Harper, where is that?
- Um--

- Why did you turn it off?

- It's just that
I've already given you

a 360-degree profile
of this woman.

And this is not protecting,
and it's not probing.

It's straight-up stalking.

- We are not s--

we're not stalking her.

We are stalking her car.

- Harper, she wants to buy
a gun to shoot Duncan.

- That's right.
That's right.

This is a life-or-deather.

So now can you
just do your job?

- This is not my job.
This is extra.

- How much do you make?
- 150.

- If I give you two,
can we never

have this conversation again?

- I would like to be CTO.

- Wow. Wow.

A threat
to my physical well-being

is your cue to negotiate?

We'll discuss at your
next performance review.

Oh, it's now. It sucks!

Just get her back.

The Eye of Gnodin.
- Eye of Gnodin.

- Can we be quiet
in this space please?

[tense music]

[beeps]

♪ ♪

- OK.

♪ ♪

[keys clacking]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- The secret to success--

take something people
already do for free

and charge them for it.

Now you've got a business.

I'm a founder of Brainili.

What's your winning idea?
- Jesus Christ.

[inhales deeply]
Come on. Come on.

- Work is life.

That's why I launched Defmo,
a reimagined workweek

for your business where days
are numbers, not names.

No more Mondays,
no more Sundays,

just pure flow.

What's your winning idea?
- Morons.

[inhales deeply]

[keys clacking]

[chiming]

♪ ♪

[soft dramatic music]

[scraping]

♪ ♪

[crunching]

[keys clacking]

♪ ♪

- Now, my alpha men,
consider the king crab.

Its shell can only strengthen
in isolation.

[door squeaking]

So it is with young men. A--

- Wow. Great work, champ.

Worth every penny.

I thought you said no one else
could do what you do.

- Well, her car's off,
and her phone's off,

so I can't track her aura.

Not for nothing, but for
every hour we run this algo,

we release a ton of carbon.
- Oh, great.

We'll sponsor a penguin.

And if that extra 50K
on your pay stub

weighs heavy
on your conscience,

you'll let me know
about that too?

[door squeaks]

Wha--wha--uh!

- The gentlemen
from the VA are here.

- No, they're not.

- They're literally
right there.

- Come on!
Throw it like a man!

- Show me what you got.
Yeah, yeah.

- What the hell?

- It's gonna have
a little English on it.

- Oh, I studied English...
- It's called backspin.

- In university.
- Backspin!

- What?
- Suck it. Suck it.

- Oh, shit.

- They are playing ping pong,
Anushka, in the office.

I thought I told you to call
off the deal with these bozos!

- I made an executive decision
to plug my ears.

You better roll out
the red carpet for them,

or you're gonna have to
explain to the whole board

how you turned down a quarter
of a billion dollars.

You're not thinking
things through.

What do you sell?

- Um, uh, no, the future?

- No, Prince Myshkin, data.

The VA has 16 million
wounded heroes in its files.

You don't think big pharma
would want data like that?

Or life insurance companies
or bloody commemorative coins?

And if those data sales
fund the good work

of actually helping people
who really do deserve it,

maybe we can still
get to heaven.

Win-win.

- It just feels like,
without Hamish,

everyone's looking at me,

waiting for me
to just fall on my dick.

- No one is looking at you.

- Oh, that's supposed
to make me feel better?

- What, you want people
to look at you?

- Yes!

Yes, I want them to look
and see someone...

Awesome.

- Oh, I need some competition.

I played in bases
all over the world!

- Ruffage! Jeffery!

Ruffry!

[laughter]

[laughs]

I see you're making
yourselves at home.

- Yeah, your offices are epic.

- Yes, thank you.
Thank you.

- Well, I was thinking
maybe we'd start

with single source
justification.

Basically, if we can show
the DC bean counters

what's unique
about Hypergnosis--

- We're unique as fuck.

- Great. Yeah.

- Uh, Harper, Harper.

Uh, this is our new CTO,
Harper.

Why don't you give them a look
through the Eye of Gnodin?

Extra carbon
for my friends here.

And we'll get that data merged
into our system toot sweet.

- Well, we can have trucks
here in 72 hours

if you have someone to load--
- Sorry, trucks?

- Yeah, a lot of it
is still on paper,

some floppy disks too, so...

- Yeah, you know,
like when your home movies

are on VHS kind of thing.

- [chuckles]
- I don't know.

This is what the money's for,
huh, to upload and update.

- Paper? Floppy disks?
What? What?

- She's parked somewhere
in Milpitas.

Do you want me to go?
- No.

No, I'll do it. I'll do it.

- We just need
some specs for the--

- And we will. We will.

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

Lucky, this is the wrong way.

Why am I in
the Bayfront Expressway?

- Well, we're working on it.

- No. Where is JoAnne?

I'm turning around
because of you.

- I am sorry, Duncan.
- Shut--shut--shut up!

- Duncan?
- Shut up!

Put Harper on!
OK. OK, that makes sense.

I'm going back that way.

- Nice Hummer, asshole!

- Oh, it's an EV, OK?

I'm part of the solution.

Bitch.

Oh, JoAnne,
you can't hide from me.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- OK, OK.

Harper says parking lot.

Maybe on your left?

- The parking lot.
Looking left.

- Right.
- Right, right.

Looking right.
- OK, try left.

- I don't see her.
There is nothing here.

- OK.

- Literally,
there is nothing here.

- All right, just hold tight.

Should be there. Harper?

Yeah, should be there.

♪

Duncan, can you confirm?

♪ ♪

Duncan?

♪

- Uh-oh.

♪ ♪

- All right.

Ready for some jokes?

[chiming]

Why did the monkey fall
out of the tree?

- 'Cause poachers
cut off his arms.

- Tess, please.

- [chuckling]

- Organic facial expression
of positive affect.

He smiled. He laughed.

Right?
Just like any teenage person.

- Now he just needs spots
and raging hormones.

- Trophy for you, Xander.

[fanfare playing]
- Thank you, Martin.

- Alexander, trophies
are dopamine shortcuts

for those of us with dopamine.

- He's making his own
dopamine.

He's gonna be a genuine friend

who listens
and responds to teens.

You're in a bubble.

You have no idea what teens
today are going through.

[tablet chimes]

First chortle.
- Right.

Trophy for Tess
if you make it to school

today without incident.

[poignant music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[bell ringing]

♪

- [sighs]

- I don't want to startle you.
- Ah! Ah!

- Hey. All right, hey.
Calm down.

- Get out!
- Calm down. Calm down.

- Get out of my house!
- I just wanna talk.

I just wanna talk!
- Gary!

- No, Gary--Gary--

- Gary!
- He's not--he's not here, OK?

The muscle's gone.
He took the car.

Just--JoAnne.

[chirping]

Lift up your arms.

- Uh, OK, Duncan, you--

you have to stop breaking
into my house like this.

- This is my first time.
- OK.

I--I'm gonna call
the police right now.

- No, no.

And I'm--
and I'm gonna call Nena Marx--

you know, the journalist?

She hounds me
for tips all the time.

All I have to tell her
is, Nena,

do I have a story for you.

Shrink turns patients' trauma
into trades.

Who wouldn't want
to click that?

Come here.

Like that. Let's go.

[beeps]

- [scoffs]

You think you know
everything about me.

Well, you don't.

Firstly, that
varicose vein thing?

It was just a consultation.

I decided not
to go through with it.

- I figured.

You don't always
wear pantyhose.

[sighs]
- Ugh!

Oh, my God.
- [sighs]

- And much more importantly,

that--that thing
about Orson's custody,

you have no right to any of it.

But since you've already
weaseled your way

into my life, I--

I wanted my son.

It's just that--
that Ethan told me,

he--he promised that
he would look after him

while I finished my degree

and got myself into
lifelong student loan debt

at 8%, so--and now
I have a 15-year-old

who has no memory
of the little cowboy hat

I got him after
he had a shit fit

in the middle
of the food court.

So you think
you know everything

because you have information.

But information is not insight.

And of that, Duncan,
you have none.

Please.

Please. Please.

Don't--don't do this.

I mean, is this what you want?

Please.

It was just a little
insider trading.

- Sorry. Yeah.

- Thank you.

- So sorry, but you can't
unfuck that bell.

You committed a crime.

And I'm the natural consequence
of that crime.

You are looking
at this all wrong.

I'm the best thing
that's happened to you

since Mike Abbadelli
finger-banged you

at the Turtleback Zoo.

- I--Mike--what--how--

- I--that memoir
you're writing?

It's still on Note Docs.

- It's like a demon
shat you into my brain.

- How many companies,
how many billions of dollars

have you saved or earned
for your clients?

That--God, come on.
That's got to burn.

It is Jojo's turn, right?

All I need is just
one of your clients,

someone,

someone I could just
do something with.

That's it.

And, of course,
someone who's gonna get me.

- [sighs]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Carl Bardolph.

- Carl Bardolph?

As in Bardolph's Law, Bardolph?

That--that Carl Bardolph?

[gasps]

Oh, wow. Nice. OK.

Oh, OK.

So he wants to get back
in the game.

You know,
what's his sweet spot,

his open sesame?

Come on. [chuckles]

JoAnne.

I bet he likes it,
people worshipping at his feet.

And does he--does he miss it?

The glory days?

Ooh, he's a glory hound.

Yeah, yeah, I'm at his feet,
so he's at my feet.

Yeah? Come on.

Oh, come on.

♪

Always? Sometimes?

Rarely? Never?

♪ ♪

- Sometimes.

♪ ♪

- Tell me more.

♪ ♪

[knocking]

- JoAnne? Sweetie.

- [clicks tongue]

- Wow.

Everything OK?

- [sighs]
- Hey.

You all right?

- Gary, um,

I have to tell you something.

[sighs] So Duncan Park?

- Oh. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yes, um, that's on me.

I am so sorry about that.

I--[clears throat]

It was a slip.
It was just a slip.

I'm--I'm sorry.
I apologized right away.

And, um, then I gave him
a free neuropsych eval.

- You...

you did what?

Why?

That man is worth hundreds
of millions of dollars.

And he is the single most vile,
arrogant, incurable--

- OK, I see you're
still activated.

- No, no, Gary,
you have to listen to me!

- OK, OK.
Can you just let me--

- You listen to me.
- May I?

May I, please? May I?

I get it, I do.

Sometimes we become resentful
of our clients.

- Oh, please, tell me more,
Professor Felder.

Oh, teach me, and mentor me.
- All right.

Sarcasm aside,
I know a psychiatrist

who was in a terrible
car accident.

He barely survived,
broke his neck,

and he lost
the use of his legs

and still went back
to treat clients.

And I asked him,
how do you do this?

How do you sit there and listen
to people's little complaints

after what you've been through?

And the answer was,
suffering is suffering.

- Gary, I was there
when Phil told you that story.

- He was--no.

No, you're--no, you're wrong.

'Cause Phil was--no,
you're mistaken about that.

But the point is that
Duncan Park deserves therapy

as much as anybody anywhere.

He's a human being.

Rich, poor, it doesn't matter.

Can we stop fighting now,
JoAnne?

I hate to fight with you.

Yeah?

Anyway, here.

I know that you feel that you
don't always get what you want.

- That's not what I--
I didn't mean to--

- It's OK if you did.

I heard you.
- [sighs]

- And I wish I could
give you a better...

Anyway, here.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Silly.

- [sighs]

- Silly man.

[gasping]

[light music]

- Yeah?

- Uh--it--

♪

Oh, my God. It's...

♪ ♪

It's perfect.

- Mmm.
- Yum, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- I think this is
our new regular.

- Yeah.

I sort of prefer Alpine,
but this is good.

- It is good.

- Hey, Dad.

You can't fire Thelma.

- She stole my cube, Jim-Jam.

And you've had
so many nannies anyway.

- No, just Thelma,
since I was born.

- No.

What about the hot one
when you were young,

with the shorts?

- That was Thelma.

- That was Thelma?
- [laughs]

- Oh, really? OK.

How about this?

You don't tell Mom
about the milkshake,

and I won't--
I won't fire Thelma, OK?

- Deal.

[cups clink]

[chuckles] And also...

- Mm-hmm.

- I can get into Stanford
for real, without cheating.

I don't need
all the extra time,

and you and Mom won't
have to give money.

- OK. OK.

It is Daddy's money.

And, sweetie, cheating
is doing it for real.

The only real cheating is
when you cheat yourself.

Cheaters never lose.

And losers, they never cheat.

- OK, Dad.

["Pippin" Original
Broadway Cast's "Finale"]

♪ ♪

Mmm.

♪

- ♪ Think about the sun,
Pippin ♪

♪ Think about
her golden glance ♪

[bell ringing]

♪ How she lights
the world up ♪

♪ Well, now it's your chance ♪

♪ With the guardian
of splendor ♪

♪ Inviting you to dance ♪

♪ Pippin,
think about the sun ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Think about
your life, Pippin ♪

- ♪ Days are tame
and nights the same ♪

- ♪ Think about the beauty

♪ In one perfect flame ♪

♪ And the angels
of the morning ♪

♪ Are calling out your name ♪

♪ Pippin,
think about the sun ♪

-Ardoff in my sights.

I feel like Jane Goodall about
to shoot a silverback gorilla.

♪

-I'm guessing you're
a veteran of war.

-Did you kill anyone?
-Xander...

-Until we get his transcript,

he's not our responsibility.

-Duncan Park, hypernosis.

-Zero days since I stabbed
someone, Joann.

Do you hate me that much?
-Yes.

-What happened to your face?

-What happened to yourface?

-Here we go.
-Action.

♪♪

-I nearly socked Lorraine when
she signed me up to be a whore.

It triggered me
like a fire alarm at a --

at a fireworks factory.

That's how bad it triggered me.
Never again!

-Bardolph goes to see Joanne
for anger-management purposes.

-He's upset at something.

I don't know if we really know
what that is yet.

To me, some of it's just old-
fashioned generational ageism,

where he's older

and he sees the younger people
screwing things up.

-And she gives him a mnemonic --
S.T.O.P.

-S -- Stop.
T -- Take a step back.

O -- Observe.

P -- Proceed mindfully.
-Yeah.

-It's just a-a little thing
to remember for when that --

-The S in STOP is for "stop,"
correct?

-That was actually bestowed upon
one of my writers,

and she would joke about that.

-I may start --
S is for "start" --

T -- uh, "throwing things" --
-Carl.

-I think it's hysterical
from the point of view

of Bardolph getting
so pissed off

on the lack of thought
that went into making "stop"

the first step of S.T.O.P.

Based on a true story.

-Don't say it.
-I'm gonna say it.

-Don't say it.
-I'm -- I'm gonna say it.

Retarded!
-Okay.

-And the last T
is for "therapist"!

I am going to start
throwing things

at retarded therapists!

[Beep]

[Breathing heavily]

You're out.
-[Laughs]

-What was Joanne texting Gary
about?

-She wants a gun.
-Agun?

Uh-oh.

-Also in Episode 2,

you have a real ratcheting up
of the Joanne-Duncan dynamic.

-Hi.

-He feels like they were
gonna be partners.

And now she's not returning
his calls.

She's ghosting him.

-I don't want to startle you --
-[Gasps, screams]

-Duncan breaking into
Joanne's house --

First of all, it's probably
my favorite scene in the season.

I just love it.
[Wand beeps]

These two actors
are duking it out

in a way that's
incredibly gratifying to watch.

-I just have to say, like,

working with Sarah has been
an absolute treat.

You know, it's important, like,
to show up every day to work

and be inspired by the people
around you to push harder

and, you know, be better.

-It was just a little...
insider trading.

-But you can't unfuck
that bell.

You committed a crime,

and I'm the natural consequence
of that crime.

-It is the moment when
your character's wants and needs

come to a collision point.

Joanne seemingly gives in.

-All I need
is just one of your clients.

-Carl Bardolph.

-Carl Bardolph.

-We know that Carl Bardolph
is violently angry

and does not want people talking
to him

and worshipping at his feet.

She does not mention that
to Duncan.

That will play out in the next
episode of "The Audacity."

[Laughs]

♪♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪