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Alan Townsend's flight landed
in Rome two hours ago.

Taking into account
time stuck in lmmigration

and adding an hour
for the cab ride,

he should be safely within
the walls of Vatican City

right about

now.

- He'll call, Sam.
- I wouldn't sweat it, man.

I have to get ready for work.
Watch my phone.

Aye aye.
So bossy.

Oh, I love it.

I knew you'd rock
a turtleneck.

- What are you doing?
- Upscaling your look.

Oh, no no,
I'm fine with my look.

Oh, Sammy, I know you
want to resist it,

but I really expect you to rise to the heights
of political power here on earth,

seize control of the planet
and hasten the apocalypse.

And what you wear
reflects directly on me as a parent.

And as a stylist.

Try these slacks.

I'll go dig up a pair
of Beatle boots.

Oh, I have more
good news.

I'm granting you a little
break from catching souls.

- You are?
- Yes, I'm sending you to a tutor.

Someone who'll give you a higher
education in the ways of the wicked.

She's expecting
you today.

- What's with the circles?
- You like it?

It represents the nine
circles of hell.

I contracted
an advertising firm

to help me spin
a few branding ideas.

I think it's nifty.

Hey, I have another
surprise for you.

A gift. Something to put a little
testosterone in your tank.

- Huh?
- You got me a motorcycle?

Go on, hop on.

I want to see those thighs
vibrating with pure aggression.

All right,
what's the catch?

Catch?
There's no catch.

My generosity
in this instance

is more a softening
of the blow.

- I got him.
- Got who?

Alan Townsend.

He never made it
to Vatican City.

I had his plane
grounded in Vegas

and he went into
a sin spiral so decadent

that he was back in hell before
Carrot Top took the stage.

Boo-yah!

Come on, I stabbed you
in the back fair and square, man.

It's impolite
to leave me hanging.

I hate you.

Hey, don't walk away
mad, son.

I'm not done showering you
with spectacular gifts.

Perhaps now's not the time.

Hey.
What are you doing here?

Sock and Ben asked me to come
over and watch over your phone.

- Where'd they go?
- They said they had to go exercise.

You know what? The call's not coming.
The Devil got Alan.

Oh no.

God, Sam, I'm so sorry.

No, don't feel sorry for me.
Feel sorry for the Devil

because I have had it up to
here with that son of a bitch.

- He is in my sights.
- What does that mean?

And why are you dressed
like a '70s porn star?

It means I'm done
playing nice.

- I'm taking him on.
- How are you gonna take him on, Sam?

I mean, he's the Devil.
He's packing a lot of evil.

Yeah, well, he's also
wearing blinders.

He's convinced
that I'm a pushover,

that I'm afraid to
fight fire with fire.

Well, I'm not
and I will.

This is only motivation.

Nina?

What are you
doing up there?

Listen, I broke up with you, okay?
We're over.

Now I had hoped that you
would respect my decision...

Damn it, Nina.

That is a 62-piece
Handy Dad socket set.

It's coming right out
of my paycheck.

Uh, okay, Nina, acting out like this
isn't healthy, all right?

I mean, have you
ever considered directing your rage

into an anger journal
or graffiti art?

Okay, let's not lose sight
of what we shared.

You know, the tenderness,
the pillow talk,

our lazy afternoons
watching "Ellen"

dancing along.

Ow.

Yes?

Yeah, hi.
I'm Sam Oliver.

I have an appointment.

I'm not taking
appointments today.

I was told to come here for tutoring.
The Devil sent me.

That bastard.
He knows I'm on a cleanse.

Let yourself in.
I'll meet you in the study.

It's the room with
the chalkboard.

Let's get the formalities out
of the way, shall we?

My name is Sally but I'd like
you to call me teacher.

- My name is Sam.
- I don't remember asking.

Now am I to assume you are
the Devil's offspring?

So I'm told.

And am I to assume
you're in training

to bring about
the end of days?

Right. Well, I'd like to ask
you a few questions,

let me get a better understanding
of what you already know

regarding hell and damnation
and where I need to fill in the gaps.

- Right.
- Do you read Latin?

No.

Have you ever read the Bible,
either Testament?

- No.
- Have you ever heard of the Antichrist?

Yes.
Wait.

No. I was thinking
the other guy, sorry.

And on a scale
of zero to 10

where would you rank
your bloodlust?

I'd have to say
a solid two.

- I can't help you.
- What?

Why must the Devil insist
on wasting my time?

It's very apparent that
you need preschooling.

You know what?
I don't want to be here anyway.

- You don't?
- No, I don't want any of this.

I don't want to learn about
the Devil's business.

Wait, you know what?
There is one thing you could help me with.

How do I destroy him?

You want to destroy the Devil?
Your father?

Yeah, you're an expert
on hell and the Devil, how do I kill him?

How do I blow him up,
chop him up, acid dip him?

Whatever, I'll do it.

You're a liar.

What?

Well, you said your
bloodlust was at a two.

I'd say you're running at
at least a seven.

So you're here
all by yourself?

Yes, my mansion...

12,000 square feet
of gilded cage.

But the Devil pays the rent
so who am I to complain, right?

Must get a little lonely.

Yes, it does.

But undoubtedly that was
the Devil's intention.

Can I ask you a favor?

Maybe.

Can I come back tomorrow?

The Devil's expecting
me to show up.

If I could come and hang out
he'd be out of my hair for a couple hours

and you'd be doing me
a huge favor.

Why not?

I certainly could
use the company.

Great.

Till tomorrow.

Till tomorrow.

I tell you,
it was horrible.

Nina's eyes actually roll
in the back of her head

when she attacks
like a shark.

- I'm thinking about buying a gun.
- What?

- For protection.
- Oh, Ben, look.

Ben's having crazy
ex problems right now.

I have seen my share
of nutty bitches.

Yeah. Ben, buying a gun
is a mistake, all right?

- Why?
- Why?

'Cause Nina's picking a fight.
She wants you to fight back.

- Don't play the game.
- You think she's playing a game?

Of course
she's playing a game.

They all play games, man. Look,
your relationship went cold, all right?

She's trying to
relight the fire.

Only second time around that
fire isn't fueled by love

or lust, it's fueled by
anger and petty revenge

which rarely leads
to satisfying hate sex, all right?

- Maybe you're right.
- Oh, I know I'm right.

Listen, next time Nina
comes stalking around, you ignore her.

Tune her out.
She'll lose interest, I promise.

$400.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I need afternoons off for the next week.
Devil business.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks.

- Um...
- What?

There's something
I need to tell you.

Something potentially
upsetting.

Okay.

I met a girl.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

She works for the Devil.
Kind of a professor.

An expert on hell.
Very knowledgeable.

Plus, I think she's into me.

- Okay.
- I just wanted to be upfront.

Just wanted to make sure
you were cool with what I have to do.

I'm planning to
seduce this woman

so that I can get
the Devil's secrets out of her.

Secrets that I think will help me beat
the Devil once and for all.

I get it.
No, do what you got to do.

You're not bothered?

Well, yeah,
you know,

it's difficult
to feel threatened

when you're not
really a seducer.

Well...

I seduced you.

You mean you followed me
around for seven years like a puppy

and then wore me down
with your subtle charms.

That's not really
called seduction.

It's called erosion.

Here.

Maybe this'll help
speed things up.

You understand I'm in
a war with the Devil?

I know.

Delivery from
Bargain Bench.

You just entered a world
of pain, my friend.

Work Bench blue
around here only.

That apron makes you look
like a Swedish hausfrau.

I don't even know
what that is. Boom.

So nobody ordered this
computer equipment?

There's no
John Oliver here?

John Oliver?
That's my dad.

This is fantastic.

I can't believe they delivered
everything so quickly.

Yeah, what are you gonna
do with all this crap?

I'm kind of going stir-crazy
in this garage

and I can't go out in the world,
for obvious reasons.

So I am going to bring
the world to me.

I'm gonna go to chat rooms
and blogs, Facebook.

With the help
of this computer

I am gonna have
a life again, Sam.

A rich full life
right here in your garage.

Cool, Dad.
Cool.

You go forth
and ride, Mr. O.

You ride that internet,
you weird glorious bastard.

Where are the fries?

I didn't order fries.
I got us carrot dippers.

I asked for fries, Ben.

- I know.
- And?

I decided you need to take
a break from fried foods.

What? No!
Never. Why?

I tell you this
as a friend, Sock.

You have oily hair
and people are noticing.

L... what?

This... this...
this is hair gel, Ben.

This is expensive
Persian hair gel.

And the beard? You mean to tell me
that sheen comes from a bottle?

What sheen?
What the heck is a sheen?

Whoa, what did you hit?

I didn't hit anything.
Something hit us.

Holy crap, Nina.

All right, Benjamin. Remember what I told
you. What do you got to do?

- I-I-I need to ignore her.
- That's right.

- I see nothing.
- That's right, she's not there.

Just look right through her.
Just ignore her.

Okay.

That doesn't
even scare me.

What say we listen to
a couple tasty tunes?

Sounds great.
I love music.

Me too.

My mom made me
a mix tape.

Ah.

Jammin'

- Right? Uh-huh.
- Oh, we're jammin'

- Think it's over?
- Oh, it's over, Benji.

Oh, we bucked the angry
right out of that beast.

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

I'm pretty sure
I have glass in my eye.

Nobody likes
a crybaby, Benji.

Suck it up.

Oh, black
on black... sexy.

What do you want?

I just wanted to find out
how your first day of school went.

- It was fine.
- I see.

And how was Sally looking?
Still as beautiful as ever?

I don't know.
I didn't notice.

- Did she ask about me?
- Not really.

Seriously?
Nothing at all?

From what I gather,
she's not a fan.

Was there any contempt
in her voice?

- Sure, yeah. A bit.
- Ha ha, fantastic.

- You're happy about that?
- Sure.

Don't you know what that means?
I'm under her skin.

Now's the perfect
time to strike.

I want you to give
this to Sally.

A vegetable steamer?

Yeah, I happen to know
she wants that more than anything else.

See?

She dog-eared the page
in a catalogue.

- Where did you get this?
- I dug it up out of her trash.

- You are a stalker.
- No.

No, Sammy.
I'm a fool for love.

Why do you need me? Why don't you just
give her the present yourself?

You mind if I open up
to you a little bit,

imperfect father
to well-dressed son?

I have difficulty

maintaining relationships
with women.

Mostly because...

I mistreat them.

I lead them on. I bag 'em, tag 'em,
kick 'em down the stairs.

And I blame it on my deep
commitment to self-love.

It's my Achilles'

Anyway, I appreciate
your help.

You're my Cyrano.

Now you get out there
and you reel her in for me.

Hey, you may want to run.
I neglected to pay for that.

Sally? Hello?

I'm in here.

You're very prompt.

What's that?

Oh, it's a gift
for you.

I got you a gift.

From me.

Oh my God.

How did you know I've been
lusting after a steamer?

Well...

I remembered you were
on a cleanse.

So I assumed you were
into healthy foods.

Naturally the mind jumps
to steamed spinach.

How sweet.

Thank you.

I love it.

Right.

I like your skirt.

It really shows off
your figure.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

And your hair,
it's especially nice today.

Very...
very bouncy.

- Sam, what are you doing?
- What do you mean?

Well, the gift,

the flattery...

are you hitting on me?

What?
No.

But now that you've
planted the thought,

which is a great
great thought,

how about it?

Will you let me
take you to dinner?

My, you are
surprisingly aggressive.

Well, I'm the kind of guy
who likes to move fast

when I see
something I want.

I mean, someone I want,
not something...

which could be misinterpreted that I see
you as a piece of meat.

Which as a woman
and an equal

in every way,
if not superior,

it's common knowledge
that women are better pilots, gymnasts...

the point being,
you most likely don't

appreciate being
compared to meat.

- Sam.
- Yes?

It's not uncommon

for a student to get
a crush on their teacher.

Um...

what I'm feeling right now
is no schoolboy crush.

I'm fascinated by you.

And I know
you're intelligent.

What I need to know,
what I don't know,

is if you could ever
take me seriously.

Of course I can.

Great.
Then it's a date.

But we must keep it
a secret from the Devil.

Think about it,

his favorite teacher
fraternizing with his favorite son.

I mean, he could
come unhinged.

I once witnessed him just cut a man
in half for giving me a foot rub.

Yeah, I'm cool
going the secret route.

I'm on pins
and needles, Sammy.

Tell me,
did she love the gift?

Did she?

Yes.
Yes, she did.

You're not lying to me now
just to protect my feelings?

No, she really loved it.

Oh yes!

A breakthrough.
Finally.

And I owe it all
to you, kiddo.

No no, really, you don't have to thank me.
Seriously, I didn't...

- Now this is my phone number, okay?
- Yeah.

You give it to Sally
and tell her I'm waiting for her call.

No, don't tell her
I'm waiting.

That sounds desperate.
Tell her I'm expecting her call.

I don't get it.
Why don't you just call her yourself?

I'm the Devil.

I don't chase tail, Sam.
Tail chases me.

I called you in because
I keep getting complaints

of you two
fighting in gardening.

We weren't fighting.
He attacked me.

- Bullpucky.
- It's true.

I was trying to educate
Mr. Chandra...

Chandrasekaran.

- On the obvious difference
between season mulch

and redwood bark chips
when he came at me with an edge trimmer.

- You had it coming.
- Aw.

This dick's always
up in my grill.

- Hey, you wanted to see me?
- Yes.

- Yes, just one second.
- Yeah.

Okay, you know what?
You two need to start a dialogue

about mutual respect.

I want this resolved
before I get back.

What's up?

I just wanted to see how your war
with the Devil was going.

It's, uh...
it's moving ahead.

I have a date with
my teacher tonight.

Wow.
That was fast.

Just took your advice,
jumping in with both feet.

That's...
that's great.

Um, can you...

Listen, I'm...
I'm really jealous.

- What?
- Yeah.

I'm really jealous
of this woman.

And I'm jealous that you
might go out with her.

And I'm jealous that something might
actually happen between you two.

Okay.

And I know I can't
even say anything

because I'm the one
that put us on hold.

Do you want me
to cancel this date?

Yes.

But I know you can't.

And I can't ask you to.

- Andi, I'll...
- No, don't even say anything.

It's okay.
I get it.

I do.

Die, bastard.
I will cut you.

Okay, I should probably
get back to my meeting.

Oh, God! Help!

- Oh, you got another IM from Sam's dad.
- Again?

It says: Why haven't you signed up
for his fantasy hockey league?

You know what?
Why don't you tell him

I only have time to
service one fantasy...

- his wife.
- I'm gonna let you tell him that.

- Hi, Ben.
- Get in the training room.

Move move move.

I want to talk to Ben.

Well, you don't get to talk to Ben.
He's fragile.

You want to send him a message,
it goes through me.

Get! Get!

Okay. Well, I just
wanted to say that

I feel terrible about the way
that I've been acting.

You mean like a girl
who eats cars?

Okay, I'm not gonna try
to make any excuses here,

but it's not like
I used no self-control.

I mean, your head didn't
end up on a pike, right?

If that's all.

Thank you.

Look, I'm just trying
to apologize here.

- Do you have to be so rude?
- OMG.

Maybe you didn't hear
it the first time or the 10th time.

You and Ben are over.
Look at me when I'm talking to you!

Ben!

I want to talk
directly to Ben.

That's not gonna happen.
Sorry.

Are you standing in the way
of our relationship?

No, I'm standing in the way
of your craziness.

So he grounded
his plane in Vegas?

Yup.

And Alan's secrets
went back to hell with him.

Wow, that is brilliant.

You are up against
an evil genius.

Yeah.

If you keep filling
my glass with more wine,

I might start blabbing

some Devil secrets
of my own.

God knows I'm sitting
on some doozies.

Oh, I'm having such
a wonderful time, Sam.

It's been such a long time
since I've been out on a date.

Really?

What about you, Sam?

Is there anyone
special in your life?

No.

No, nobody in my life.

What?

I lied.

There is somebody.

Her name is Andi.

Oh.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

If you've got a girlfriend,
what are you doing here with me then?

Because we can't
be together.

It's really complicated.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry
for misleading you.

Don't be.

I admire
your honesty, Sam.

So here we are
at a crossroads.

Do we call it a night
or do we...

press ahead and see
where things lead?

How's that song go?

"If you can't be with
your true love..."

No.

The lyric is " If you can't be
with the one you love,

honey, love the one
you're with."

I should know,
I wrote it.

Or at least
I provided the weed

that provided the tryst
that provided the inspiration.

This isn't
what it looks like.

I'm not talking to you.

And you,
you're a teacher.

He's your student,
for goodness' sake.

Does your perverted
libido know no limits?

Right, you're insane.

You're actually insane.

And I don't ever
want to be with you ever!

I'll deal with you later.

Oh, there you are.

Hi, Sock.

Ben's not here.

Ben's working
a midnight shift.

So I would thank you
to haul your stalky ass out of here.

I don't want to talk to Ben.
I want to talk to you.

Well, I don't want
to talk to you,

so come on.

Slip it out.
Slip it quick.

Would you drop this at the curb?
Thank you.

There may be some recyclables in there,
so would you be a doll

and separate the plastics?
Good times.

Later.

Yeah, that's a good
little trick.

Really spooky.
I'm so scared.

Too bad it's pointless.

Stand there staring
at me all night.

Turn into a big acid drooling
monster, I don't care.

'Cause quality sleep,
little lady, comes first.

12 hours a night,
five hours a day.

Sock, I'm not here
to scare you.

Oh, really?

I need to see Ben, Sock.

I need to see him

and I need to tell him
how sorry I am.

And, well, frankly
you're just...

you're standing in
the way of that.

I would do,
I don't know,

anything
to have Ben back.

Ha ha, yeah.

Oh!

The question is,

what would you not do

to protect him?

Okay, whoa whoa.

Okay, let me just
clear this up.

You're thinking that you can demon-bang
your way through me to get to Ben?

Well, I thought about
bringing a friend,

but I wasn't really sure
if you like girls or guys.

What?
What? I like girls.

What are you talking about?
Get out of here.

Okay, well,
I just thought...

You just thought?
You just thought what?

You're weirdly
close with Ben.

No, not weirdly
close, all right?

Awesomely committed,
how about that?

There's a big difference.

So you can just forget about
trying to seduce this guy.

If I feel the urge
to trade my dignity

for a little drowsy nasty,
I listen to Jewel.

Or I hit the porn drawer.

So there's
absolutely nothing

I could do
to change your mind?

Mmmm, no.

Not that I can think of.
Sorry.

Oh, well, then you
leave me no choice.

Is that mine?

Ben.

Yo, Sam, you want to toss
me one of those spray nozzles?

- Quick quick.
- What are you doing?

I'm building
a flamethrower.

You mind if I ask why?

I'm burning down Nina's lair.
Gonna drive her out of town.

Also would you toss me
one of those 3/8 couplets right there?

Sock, doesn't that sound
a little severe?

I mean, even
by your standards?

She crossed the line, Sam.

She did that demon trick.
She invaded my dream world.

This is my safe place.

No one penetrates
my safe place.

Hey, Sock, have you
seen Andi around?

I heard she called in sick.

Andi, hey.

I heard you were out sick.
I hope it's not because of me.

Hey, kiddo.

Gloomy sky today.

Fits my mood.

What are we doing here?

Good question.
What the hell are we doing here?

Two love-struck idiots

caught under the spell
of the same witchy woman.

So you're not mad at me?

No.

How could I be?

I mean, what man
can resist Sally?

Here.

- A vessel?
- Yes.

It's for Sally.

She's an escaped soul?

No, I let her
out of hell, Sam.

I set her up in this house,
got her a good job,

showered her with affection
and still...

It's a matter
of honor, Sammy.

Honor.

Sam.

I was convinced
I'd seen the last of you.

Yeah, I was thinking
we could talk.

Yes, about last night...
I'm so sorry.

What a disaster.
I should have known better

than to try and sneak
around on the Devil.

I'm not here
about last night.

No?

The Devil sent me

to vessel you,

to send you back to hell.

Oh.

I'm sorry it's come
to this, Sam.

I really like you.

I like you too.

Yes, and I thought we made

a real connection
at dinner last night.

If the Devil hadn't
interrupted

we most certainly would have
ended up in bed together.

Is that something that
still interests you?

Your being with me?

I have a better plan
to keep you out of hell.

- You do?
- Tell the Devil the truth:

This was all my doing;
That you're innocent;

I was trying to seduce you;

Also that I lied and took
credit for his gift.

What, the steamer
was from the Devil?

Yeah.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Sam.
I don't quite understand.

I mean, why the gun?

Why don't you just
tell the Devil the truth?

I mean, why all
this drama?

Because you still
have something I want...

something you can trade
for your freedom.

The Devil's secrets.
Secrets that I need.

Oh.

Are you blackmailing me?

Think of it
as a trade.

Share what I need to know
and you'll stay out of hell.

And I'll get out from under the Devil.
It's a win-win.

You're expecting me

to betray the Devil?

Well, yeah.

I can't do that.

You can't?
I thought you hated the Devil.

Oh, I do.
Sometimes.

Other times I find
him quite...

charming.

I mean, he is the Devil,

the second most powerful
being in all of existence.

Now I've never experienced
the high

that people say they get
from knowing the love of God

so I can't really compare,

but I certainly
know the rush

that comes with
being pursued

by the Dark Lord.

No.

This doesn't have
to happen, Sally.

We can still
strike a deal.

Well, this is a first.

So are you ready
to talk trade?

Put down that gun, Sammy.

What are you doing?

Ahh!

How about that entrance?
Snazzy, huh?

God, what are you grinning about?
He could have killed me.

Oh, is that the kind
of welcome that I get?

Come on, who's your hero?

You are an ass.

I am the Dark Lord
of asses.

I heard your confession,
Sally darling.

After all these centuries
I finally know

you're into me.

So let's cut to the chase.

I didn't come here to try to
earn your love and respect.

I came here to earn
a trip upstairs.

Well, you make no mistake.

If it were not for that very
thoughtful vegetable steamer,

you would not be getting lucky today.
Come on.

I don't feel right
about this.

Maybe I should
call Nina

and talk things out
over coffee.

Huh-uh, too late
for coffee, Benji.

I might be able to get her in couples'
counseling, work through the issues.

What issues?
There are no issues.

You two are over, all right?
You missed a spot right there.

Ben.

What are you doing, Ben?

We're setting
your house on fire.

Whoo!

Oh.

Why does it
always come to this?

Why, does this
happen a lot?

Yes.
I have lost track

of how many times angry villagers
have chased me with lit torches.

This is a flamethrower.

I guess that's just to be expected when
the world sees you as a monster.

I don't see you
as a monster.

- What?
- You don't?

No.

What about all that

tormenting stuff
that I did?

And what about what I did
to your car?

I had it coming.

I should have never
put my grandmother's needs over yours.

I mean, she just held
the keys to my inheritance.

You were my girl.
I made the wrong choice.

Yes.
Yes, you did.

And the truth is
that I missed you.

I missed you too.

- Sock.
- What?

- Buddy.
- What!?

I think me and Nina
are getting back together.

I know how
super important

your quality sleep
is to you,

but you think you can
get past what Nina did?

For me?

You could melt an iceberg
with those deep browns of yours, buddy.

I know.
Bring it in.

All right.

Oh!
Okay.

Get the tank.
No, get the tank. The tank!

Okay, go.

Get the...

That could've
gone better.

- Whoa!
- Oh!

Get going.
Get going.

Want me to talk to Sock, get him to join
your fantasy hockey league?

I'd rather you didn't.

I hate fantasy
hockey, Sam.

- What?
- I hate the internet.

I hate trolling dating sites
for women I can never meet.

I hate posting a daily blog
that's only ever gotten eight hits.

I hate my life.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Don't be, Sam.
Because I've been thinking,

and I think I know of
a way you can help me.

Anything.

Send me to hell.

- What?
- Send me to hell.

Let me go look for
Alan Townsend for you.

Let me help you
get out of your deal.

Dad, I can't do that.

Look at me, Sam.

I should have died
but I can't die.

I can't live either.

Not like this.

There are answers
in hell, Sam,

answers to fix
both our problems.

Look...

I was your father once.

Let me be that again.

Please.

Let me help.

Ahem.

- What's this?
- It's a cell phone.

I found it
in Ted's pocket.

I think he would have
wanted you to have it.

- Oh, thanks, Sock.
- Yeah.

Attaboy.

Uh, be safe, Mr. O.

And thanks for keeping
an eye on King Charlie.

Oh, he's such
a good rabbit, Ben.

If it's okay, I'm just gonna tell him
you went on a long cruise.

Yeah, of course.

Come on, Sam.
This is...

this is...
this is exciting stuff.

I mean, I feel
like an astronaut

blasting into space.

I love you, Dad.

I love you too, Sam.

Okay.

Give 'em hell, Mr. O.

Count on it, Sock.
Count on it.

I heard about your dad.

I'm sorry.

Do you want some company?

I called the Bargain Bench.

Turns out they have
a great return policy.

Good.

So aren't you gonna ask me?

About what?

About Sally.

No, I am not.

Nothing happened.

Well, you know,
it's really none of my business.

Uh...

It's my phone.

Text message.

- It's from my dad.
- What?

"I'm in.

Will keep in touch.

Should've brought water."

He made it.