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Something from Tim Whitting.

He calls me Yoko.

He doesn't call you Yoko. Every time he
sees me, he somehow manages to work the

word oh no into the conversation.

Oh no.

So I read through those notes from that
Tim guy and I ran them past legal.

And you have a legal problem.

Bloody hell.

He wants to run the show with you. I
thought you were going to make this go

away. So did I.

If you maintain your current rate of
spending you'll run out of money by the

time you get here.

2019?

Fuck you.

Yo. It's Bob.

If you don't have good news, I'm hanging
up. All right. Be well.

Oh, fuck. What?

Apparently, Penzel stopped paying your
taxes four years ago.

Bullshit. I signed the returns. I signed
the checks.

Then he shredded the returns, cashed the
checks, and took the money.

I've been on with the IRS all morning.

How much?

$7.9 million.

Jesus. Yeah.

Now what?

Now we do what we should have done in
the first place.

Oh, no, no, not the plane.

Oh, the plane's not even a question.

We gotta talk about the cars, the beach
house, the place in Cabo, the watches,

the restaurant, the boat, the dinosaur
egg.

You look like your nuts got kicked in
the nuts.

Financial shit.

Okay. I had an idea. And before you say
no, I think it could be very lucrative

for both of us.

What?

Sex tape.

You're fucking crazy.

Do you remember mine?

I may have jerked off to it. It was
good, right?

Good enough. I made enough from that one
tape to move to Brentwood, and that was

just me and some black guy.

Imagine.

I'm not making a sex tape with you. I'm
not talking about now.

I don't have the one from... From what?

Is this you being funny?

No idea what you're talking about.

Seriously? What, us?

Yeah, us.

Come on.

Wow. Forget it. No, tell me.

When? Years ago.

Like, before Friends? Yeah, before
Friends. I was the famous one. I was

Kelly. You were nobody. And you?

Don't remember me?

No.

Dick.

By the way, this lunch is on me.

Absolutely not. We invited you.

Well, I appreciate that. I did not bring
any money.

I'm not joking.

I'll also need $10 for the valet.

Still not joking, but all right. A toast
to the three of us.

Oh, yeah. Look, here's the thing. The
three of us working together, really?

Yeah.

Really? That's the worst toast ever.

But seriously, you have to admit, it's a
bit untenable.

Not to me.

But since I was part of this project
first, if you want to step aside, I

would totally support that.

Well, I'm not stepping anywhere.

Oh, no.

Okay, you heard it again, right? I did.
What?

Honestly, we can't all do it together.

You know that.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

Look, we both appreciate... Yeah, I
don't think you appreciate fuck all.

I've been hanging on to this business by
my damn fingernails.

Three weeks ago, I was disclosed to
junking the whole bloody thing and going

to work for my brother in Watford,
cleaning up crime scenes and suicide.

Big is my charm, to not be wiping brains
off a wall.

Finally, I have a TV show. A big, fat,
American TV show. And

Eileen says that if it takes a whole...
Wait, I'm sorry.

Eileen? Oh, yeah.

I fine with Eileen.

Eileen is your agent.

Right. Our Eileen is your Eileen.

Yeah.

Anyone care to wipe my brains off the
wall?

Jassy's office.

It's Sean and Beverly Lincoln. Is she
there?

Let me check.

You're on with Eileen.

Hi, guys. You signed him.

I signed him who?

Not him. Him.

Oh, yes.

Seriously? You don't see this as a
potential conflict of interest?

Not yet.

It's unconscionable.

Honey, I'm about to lose you. I'm on a
plane and we're taking off.

Where are you going?

The Chateau Marmont.

Alan Thicke's birthday party.

We went back to my place and I blew you
in my hot tub.

Jesus.

I was at Alan Thicke's birthday party?

What was that?

She's got it in her head that we... It
happened!

Hello. Hi, honey. Quick question.

We just heard about this Tim person.

What?

says he's going to be running the show
with you guys?

Bloody Eileen. Was she kidding?

I wish.

He's Sean's ex-partner. Oh, God, he's
too upset to even talk about.

Well, we're going to need to meet him.

You should definitely not meet him. He's
going to be part of the show.

Hopefully a very, very small part.

Uh-huh. Sean and I are trying to keep
his involvement to an absolute minimum.

Hmm.

Do not meet with him. It will only
inflate his already ridiculous sense of

importance. Great.

We'll set up a meeting.

Talk to you later.

Bye-bye.

You seem a little stressed, bud.

You think?

The Penzel thing?

Like the perfect storm.

If the storm was made of shit. Well, if
it's any help, lunch is on me. Lunch is

always on you.

But help is a job.

You got one of those?

I'm not a magician.

Yeah? Well, you better pull something
out of your ass.

What magic shows did you go to?

You mean to tell me there's nothing out
there? Not nothing. Things come your

way, but I try to be selective. I don't
want to waste your time with shit.

Waste my time? Tell me.

Okay, uh, there's a thing I just got a
call on. Yeah?

Normally, I wouldn't even think of
bringing this to you. Bring it? What's

the show?

Not a show.

Movie? Not exactly.

It's... a party.

Are you shitting me? You're bringing me
a party? See, this is why I screen

stuff.

What kind of party? It's a birthday
party for the head of state of a country

in Central Asia.

He's turning 50, and he's offering to
pay $500,000 for you to be there.

Half a million to show up at a party?
Yep.

Why would you not bring me this?

Um, his regime is somewhat iffy.

Torture wife.

Huh. You ever heard of Karakhan?

No. He's the butcher of Correct's
family. And he wants me at his birthday

party? Apparently he's a huge Friends
fan.

Loves the show.

Joey's his favorite.

Oh. Now keep in mind, he's widely
considered to be among the worst

dictators on the planet.

Okay. He's a war criminal.

He's been accused of unspeakable
atrocities.

On the plus side, he would send his
private plane for you.

Also, you can bring as many people as
you want.

So who else is going to this place?

They've reached out to a number of our
clients.

Like who?

I can't say. Just like I would tell
anyone that you were going.

Let me ask you this. Would I be the
biggest name there?

Probably in television.

So feature people. Oh, yeah. It's a big
deal. He's spending millions on this

thing. He's got Oprah's party planner.
He's flying in chandeliers from Austria.

Whoa. On the other hand, full
disclosure, he killed 11,000 people in

January. This January?

Yes. Gotcha.

Well, what would I have to do with this
thing? Just show up, schmooze a little.

There might be a group of you singing
happy birthday.

What language?

Oh, English.

He wants to be you.

So, how are things coming with the show?

Ah, terrific.

I've been to Holland twice to see how
they do it. Wow, good for you.

You ever been?

No, no. Did you get to see the tulips?

You can't fucking miss the tulips. It's
like yellow tulips, red tulips, purple

tulips. Enough with the tulips. We get
it. You're Holland.

Sure. And hookers.

Everywhere you look, tulips and hookers.

Right. Okay. So, we got your list of
potential hosts.

Great. What do you think?

Well, just so you know, Bert Convy is
dead.

Jesus.

No. When?

Um, 1991.

Oh, what? Shame. He'd have been great.

Yeah. Also, Richard Dawson is dead.

Come on. And Guy Smiley is a puppet on
Sesame Street.

Wow.

Clearly Google is not my friend.

Clearly. So we'll need a new list.

You got it. And nobody dead. That would
help.

All righty.

Uh, so, how's it going here with Helen?
Oh, she's terrific.

Yeah? You like working under her? Or are
you on top?

What? What?

I... I don't... I don't know where you
got that, but... Fine, fine, fine, fine.

Whatever you say.

FYI, good for you. That is one hunk of
woman.

Oh, can we please drop this? No, it's
dropped. It's dropped. I just got a kick

out of knowing that you and I drank from
the same well.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry I even said anything.

You and Helen?

Yeah, it was back when she worked for
me. It was just one night.

She's a wild one with that little
swastika down there.

What? Come on, you know?

That little swastika tattoo?

That's a flower.

Oh. Yeah, it was pretty dark. I hadn't
had my laser yet.

Yeah, not a swastika.

That's a relief.

You know, I gotta say, it made me a
little uncomfortable.

This whole conversation is making me
uncomfortable.

Funny, because it's making me a little
hot.

It's not hot.

Well, it's kind of hot. No. Come on.
It's almost like the three of us were

together. It's not like that.

It's sort of like that. Not even a
little. Well, tell that to what's in my

head. I can't control the shit in there.
No, you can't ask. Well, thanks for

coming in. My pleasure.

And I mean that.

And they're saying I can bring anyone I
want.

Well, this is exciting. Thank you so
much.

And he's flying it there on his private
plane.

He's a fan.

I've never even heard of this country.
It's going to be fun. It's a whole three

-day thing. There's optional tours to,
like, ancient temples, or you can visit

a uranium mine.

Oh, my God. What?

Are you aware that this man is a mass
murderer?

Yeah, I've heard some mixed things.

Anything? He has killed hundreds of
thousands of people.

So I guess the party won't be too
crowded.

Jesus Christ, he slaughtered 11,000
people in January. In January, yeah,

yeah, I know.

How can you go to this murderer's
birthday party?

Who's having a party?

According to The Hague, his regime is
second only to North Korea in its human

rights violations. Oh, you got invited
to that?

Uh-huh.

You're not seriously considering this.

It's... It's endorsing evil.

It's morally reprehensible.

It's three days.

How much are you getting? 500.

Nice. He's paying you? You never
mentioned that. That makes it even

worse. Or better.

Ah, times have changed.

I've only got 30 for going to Idi Amin's
Christmas party.

Hang on.

You spent Christmas with Idi Amin?

Well, not just me.

It was me, Hervé Villachez, Yul Brenner,
Angie Dickinson, and Eva Gabor.

God, I had such a thing for Angie
Dickinson. So did Edie, and let me tell

you, that guy was handsy. Yeah, that's
what he'll be remembered for. They are

paying you $500,000.

Plus a party. Look, I realize you're in
a tough position financially, but you

have to say no to this. It is wrong on
so many levels.

Okay, let's say I don't go.

What's that going to accomplish?

Does it save one village from being
slaughtered?

Does it stop one beheading? No.

It just means some other schmuck
celebrity will get my gift bag.

That's right. There are gift bags.

Why would you tell me that?

He told you what?

It's no big deal.

I just thought it was a little weird
that we talked all about me and Merc,

and you never said anything. Well, I
never said anything because I made him

explicitly promise that neither of us
would ever, ever tell anyone, and now

he's telling you?

Well, just me.

We don't know that.

No. I mean, if he's telling you, who
else is he telling? I don't know.

I am so pissed.

I'm saving his ass, giving him a fucking
TV show, and this is how he thanks me?

Um, if it helps, he said it was an
amazing night.

The only thing amazing is that I did it.

Talk about shit you regret.

I was in the middle of getting my
divorce from Ed. He was still getting

rid of the first one. What's her name
with no chin?

Marlene. Marlene. Yes, very good.

We were both drunk. He made a move.

I was like, what the hell? How bad can
it be? That bad?

Oh, my God.

It's like having sex with a potato.

A sweating potato.

Oh, and this was back when he still had
his toupee. At one point, it came off.

Yeah. I looked down. It was like this
wet little ferret on my stomach.

Oh, God. Yeah, and then at the end,
because it needed to get worse, he came

on a picture of my kids.

What? Oh, yeah. It was on my nightstand.

Now, when you say to a person, not
inside me, that doesn't give them

license to just shoot at the fuck
anywhere.

No, it does not. I'm sorry. A little
lame. Is that asking too much? Totally

fair. Stupid bazooka dick.

You know, that was the last guy I was
ever with. And I'm not saying he was the

reason, but talk about going out with a
whimper.

Literally a whimper. A whimper and then
a fart.

Yeah, the farting thing takes some
getting used to.

So, what else did he tell you?

Um, that's it.

Really.

Oh. What?

He did mention your tattoo.

Although. What?

He thought it was a swastika.

Please tell me you're kidding.

Nope. A swastika.

Come on, you gotta admit, that's kind of
funny. Not to me.

He's going around telling people I have
some sort of anti-Semitic twat.

Oh, I'm gonna fucking kill him.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know, but I'm so gonna get his
ass.

Okay, now I'm a little scared.

He should be scared.

Is it really that big a deal?

Yes.

Do you think I want people out there
thinking I spent even one night fucking

Merc Lapidus?

I mean, what does that say about me as a
human being?

Uh, five years.

Oh, right.

But that's... That's different.

That's... You.

Yeah, I got nothing.

Is it me, or are there more pillows than
there were this morning?

Who's that at 11.30?

Tim. He wants to know what we're all
wearing to the network meeting tomorrow.

Doesn't he realise he's our nemesis? He
isn't supposed to be asking for fashion

tips. I know. It's insane.

All the bloody nerve.

What are you typing?

Smart casual.

There. Done.

Phone off.

And look, the bed is finally denuded of
pillows.

Speaking of denuded.

I noticed that word in there. I was
hoping you might.

Come here, please.

So polite.

What?

Nothing.

What?

I can't stop thinking about Tim.

Huh.

Whatever the opposite of an erection is,
I just got a big one.

I'm sorry.

To the thought of working with him,
being stuck in a room with him all day.

I don't think I can do it.

Life's too short.

Well, what choice do we have?

I don't know.

Maybe you should do the show without me.

What? You can do it.

And him can type it.

That's crazy.

It's not.

I'll be fine, Ol.

Get a job on another show, or I'll do
charity work. Maybe something with

refugees from Pakistan.

No, no, I'm not doing it without you.

Look, I wish to hell I could just make
him disappear, but I can't.

This seems to be the only solution.

Don't you ever get tired of
compromising?

That's so unfair.

That's why I said it.

Okay.

For you.

I love you.

Oh.

But she's back.

You're so patient.

Thank you.

He doesn't get to hear that nearly
enough.

Yeah?

Maybe this will jog your memory.

What, the 80s? How the hell am I
supposed to play that?

On your VCR.

Nobody has a VCR.

Hey,

can you get us a VCR?

A what?

Wait, stop, stop.

What?

That is not me.

I know that's not you.

Aw, you know who that is?

That's Dean Martin's driver.

Oh, yeah?

Dean shot a guest spot on Kelly.

Looks like his driver shot a guest spot
on Kelly, too.

Hang on, I'm pretty sure you're next.

Next?

What is this, the Vagina Deli?

Ring a bell?

Nope.

Are you sure that's... Oh, yeah, that's
me.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

I'm so fucking young.

What about me?

You actually look younger now.

Jesus Christ.

Like a baby.

Look at my ass.

It was a great ass.

This wasn't that long ago. What the hell
happened to me?

Yeah, it's a mystery.

Look, you see that move where I flipped
you over?

I'd need two guys to help me now.

This is the most depressing sex tape
ever.

Oh, man, even my balls look new.

So, why don't you catch us up? How did
the three of you guys meet? Well,

Shawnee and I met at university.

Oh, so you didn't all start out
together.

Oh, no.

He and I were partners for years.

LaBev came along much, much later. We
were all hired to work together on a

sketch show, and all of a sudden, there
she was.

with a biting width and... I don't know
what.

Oh, say it.

Vagina.

It's true. How do you compete with that?

And I just thought they were cheating on
Sean's wife, Emmeline.

Turns out I was out with the rubbish
too.

Oh, and I thought we were so close.

Right, well, ancient history.

Clearly everything's worked out for the
best. Tell that to Emily.

I'll have my vagina drop her a note.

Yeah, the point is we're all together
now, and it is very exciting.

Mm-hmm. Well, let's talk a little about
that. How do you see the three of you

working together?

Oh, well, we haven't exactly worked out
the nuts and bolts, but I think we bring

different skills.

For instance, Sean and I actually...

wrote the script, created the
characters, all the dialogue.

Tim is apparently a whiz at the typing,
so I guess he brings that.

Well, you know, more than that, you
know, clearly.

Thank you. I like to think I also bring
perspective.

Now, don't get me wrong, the script is
brilliant, obviously,

but I think these two are so close to
it, they can't see. There are ways to

make it much, much better.

Such as?

Yes, please tell us. Well, for starters,
I think we can really...

the comedy. Oh, my gosh. If you could
get it up, that would be wonderful.

Maybe this is something we should
discuss just the three of us.

Absolutely. Ah, it's just I remember
when Shawnee and I were coming up with

it. Somehow the whole thing just felt
funnier.

Also, I think the characters can have a
lot more bite.

Really?

Needs more bite, do ya? Okay.

I mean, they're fine, but there's
something a little nothing-y.

About them.

Nothing-y.

Nothing-y.

Obviously touched a nerve. No, you have
a nerve.

Okay, I'm going to jump in here, if I
may. Everyone here knows that to get a

show right is almost impossible.

Exactly. To get a real bona fide hit,
something great, you need everything

spot on. If you make one mistake, then
you don't have lightning in a bottle,

you just have...

A bottle.

And I can tell you right now that this
is the mistake.

So, here's the deal.

It's either him or us.

I'm afraid that's a deal my lawyers
won't be too comfortable with. Well,

hopefully they're funny lawyers since
you'll be doing the show with them.

Enough bite for you?

Look, if you bow out now and this thing
takes off, you'll make a ton of money.

We'll let Eileen here negotiate with
herself to see what she thinks is fair.

You'll still be one of the creators of a
hit show, and you can parlay that into a

whole career.

Or you can dig in your heels, insist on
being part of something that isn't

happening, and get a big slice of
nothing-y pie.

Your call.

Thanks. Holy shit!

What? No way!

Oh, my God.

Hey, buddy.

Have you been here the whole time? Yeah.

Were you at the uranium mine?

No, no, I did the thing with the drones.

Yeah, we each got to blow up a jeep.

Ah, shit, I should have done that one.

How insane is this? Oh, my God.

That... Being with the swans? Yeah,
there was too many swans.

Hey, um, are you going to keep your
llama?

It's a lot to schlep back.

And then what do you do with it?

I don't know, but it was a gift. I don't
want to piss him off.

No, no.

How come you're not wearing your thing?

What do you mean? They said it was
optional.

Yeah, but he knows what optional means
here.

Besides, I kind of like it. I feel like
Aladdin.

Or Mrs. Roper.

Want to get some caviar?

Really? More?

Yeah.

Hey,

by the way, can I get a lift back to the
palace?

They shot my driver.

Seriously?

This place is not so.

But hey, for a million bucks.