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Hard work, yeah, dedication.

Know I'm great, it ain't no debating.

Always know that people waiting.

Ran it up just to make a saving.

Hard work, yeah, dedication.

I thought that me and this sign would be somewhere more permanent, but business

has changed.

I thought I handled talent like Dada and Anika.

But what I really handle is inspiration.

Sure, my dad isn't sold on the plan, but dad hasn't seen my new roster of

clients. Like Deanna, a TikToker who's huge in the vegan celiac community.

What is more inspiring than a working digestive system?

Or Magnus, a motivational speaker who's conveniently taken a vow of silence.

And I'm not just his manager.

I'm also his client.

It's all in the mission statement.

Skit. Period. The.

Period. Bag.

Period. So, if you've got a talent, or better yet, a following, come through.

And yeah, 2,000 coffee sleeves sure did put a dent in my profits, but it's like

they always say, inspiration is always right around the corner.

Oh my god, a new squid drop.

The squid strikes again.

I hear the squid's going to art battle.

Oh my god, Malia Obama just reposted my squid photo. Total conflict!

Who's the squid?

And are they seeking representation?

But no regrets this time.

I think I found my next client who's going to make me a ton of money and get

me a nice office I can rub in my dad's face. Hold on, brother. There's a

staring contest going on.

All right, fellas. I call draw because I lost interest five minutes ago.

Yes! I'm undefeated.

My eyes stay moist.

Guys, I'm going to manage the squid.

What's the squid?

I got this, Andre. See, squids are ocean-dwelling creatures.

They're like a mixed-race octopus.

If you guys are wondering why I'm getting advice from these three billy

goats instead of my A-team, a.k.a. the girlies, they actually have lives.

No, no. The squid is a street artist who recently inked the business school

building. Ah, the anonymous Caillou artist.

Yeah. They're going by the squid?

Yeah. Yeah, the squid is their tag. Their identity is unknown.

Wait, but how do you make money off of graffiti?

Well, a ton of prominent artists got their start in graffiti.

I think the squid has the potential to become the next Banksy.

I could manage the next Banksy.

I could be a cultivator of taste worldwide.

I could be like the DJ Khaled of the art world.

Another one.

Alas, what happens when an unstoppable manager meets an unknowable force?

That's deep.

Cole, are you the squid? Well, that doesn't make sense considering the fact

that you just told me they exist.

Yeah, I mean, the squid is clearly white.

You know, damaging public property and all. Mm-hmm. And they gotta be a woman.

What? I can't elaborate for fear of sounding sexist.

This is the teamwork we need, though, if we're gonna find the squid, so... Let's

keep it up, boys. Let's put our heads together.

Hey, guys, I'm all in. You know I love a good mystery, all right? I don't know if

you guys know this, but I actually read every Agatha Christie book, even the

original racist versions.

She would have hated me, but I love her.

Then it's settled. Let's go find this white lady.

Let's do it.

Any ideas? Where are we looking first?

Starbucks.

It's a good place to go.

When is that Lana gonna realize bread only does that when he's drinking blind

the red flag? What's the point of the show?

You're right.

You've done it again blind drunk love Kosovo. You have done it again, brother

I do appreciate you having me hibernate here in my post Sloan breakup era. It's

triggering man All I see are women bike and the men that could be married to the

woman that I'm dating except for Edie I know she's not married you do

I blew my paycheck on a private doctor for my friends, family, and

acquaintances. That's how I knew that Andre wasn't living here. Are y'all

good?

Uh, we'll have to ask him.

Also, ask for Edie. She won't be hanging for a few days.

Why, you ask? Because you're traveling, work retreat, medical procedure, essence

test. Who's to say?

Why is it that we're always up in one place and then down in another?

You know, it's like I'm making strides in business, and then as soon as that

happens, boom, Sloan has this sneaky link of a husband she lives with. I

think you might be the sneaky link in that situation, but please continue.

We're not side pieces.

We're entrees. Put some respect on our names.

I really don't know what got into me, man. Why would I give Sloan's son a

bike? What is...

The universe is trying to tell me. I wish the universe would tell me anything

about my relationship with Edie. Is it even a relationship?

Or am I just a Costco sample?

Because, yeah, sure, you eat it because it's free. But you're never really going

to buy bulk poutine. You know what I mean? Okay, enough.

This is like the blind leading the blind. And we're not going down this

road again. We need professional help.

And I have it.

There's an exotic dancer.

Not like that.

Well, kind of like that, actually. Okay. But she gives the best advice, bro. She

started off dancing because she wanted to pay for her psych studies. Yeah? And

then she realized she would make more money just asking men about their past

traumas while dancing to Pony.

Simultaneously? Yeah. Interesting. If we need to find what's next, we need to

find Destiny.

Destiny, that's her name? That's a little on the nose, don't you think? No,

her name's actually Rebecca.

Okay. When do we leave? Tomorrow. I mean, as far as I know, she does not

dance on Friday.

But isn't Friday, like, a big night?

It's Shabbat.

Oh. Mm-hmm.

With four sets of eyes, we can spread out and look for evidence. You know,

a good Agatha Christie trope is that the answer is right there. Often overlooked.

Exactly. So we're looking for paint chips, trash, eyewitness testimonies.

Law and order style.

I can't believe the university would paint over a squid original.

As they come, so they must go.

You can't do this. This could be worth millions one day. Oh, yeah, so were my

baseball cards as a kid, okay? But here I am. Hey, man, just because you don't

have taste, a keen eye for alternative art, doesn't make this trash.

And what's next?

You've heard of those famous criminal profilers, hmm?

Mindhunter? Chick from Silence of the Lambs?

Yeah, well, that's going to be me, okay?

But with the squid.

But not in a murdery way.

With the phone camera, the geotagging, and all that digital footprint nonsense.

We're getting close.

You better believe we're getting close.

Wow. You're intent.

Mm-hmm.

These days, no one can stay anonymous for long.

See you soon, squid.

Hey, what was he talking about?

Shit!

I have to find the squid before this weirdly motivated security guard deep

-fries him like calamari.

When inspirations strike, it's important to strike back before it's taken from

you or arrested.

Bro, have you slept?

I'll sleep when the squid is safe in the Andre Johnson Entertainment Aquarium.

Yeah, but if Calhoun finds the squid, won't that help you?

No! What?

If Calhoun knows who the squid is, then everybody knows who the squid is. And

then the value of the art decreases because everyone knows who the artist

is. I am protecting the squid's identity so that I can protect my bag.

Squid has dropped a new piece every night for the past week.

They keep getting taken down immediately.

But thanks to the Find the Squid subreddit... Wait, they already have a

subreddit?

Mine's been pending since 2014.

Yes, and fans are posting theories and locations on where they think the squid

is going to drop next.

Wait, but what about the camera footage?

No, there's no footage.

The squid keeps posting in blind spots.

Whoever they are, they are brilliant.

Just know there's a deeper message behind all of it. Brother, this looks

like a lot of work.

Wouldn't it just be easier to stick with the influencers you've been working

with? No, influencers make pennies in comparison to what I have planned for

the squid.

And, uh, what is that exactly?

A bigger campus?

Longevity? Why look for what's at the end of the rainbow when the squid is the

rainbow? You know, Banksy doesn't have to do deals with energy drink companies.

His last piece of art sold for $25.4 million.

Hold up.

What are we looking for? What am I missing?

No.

Oh, there you are.

Partridge. Bam.

Yes, yes, yes.

Straight to Lepore.

What are we cooking with good looking?

Lepore to Enoch.

And you are Kudus.

He's going to get them like this.

Partridge, Lepore, Enoch, Kudus.

Partridge, Lepore, Enoch, Kudus.

And what does that mean?

I know where the squid's going to strike next.

A new building's being dedicated in Derek Wright's name.

I'll explain in the car. Yeah.

I thought this was where Rebecca worked, but at least the bouncer was cool enough

to tell us where she transferred to. Yeah, he told us that after we paid the

cover charge.

Here's what I think we should do. We go back inside for investigation purposes

only, just to make sure we're heading in the right direction. They had a great OJ

in there, so let's just go. Professor Jackson?

Huh? Or we can go right now. Our Uber's probably still right here.

Every building that Squid has hit so far was funded by an exploitative

capitalist. Thurman used child labor.

Kudus manipulated the market.

And Derek Wright, just the worst.

I tell you, that's some darn good detective work.

I got the Christie would have been so proud.

I mean, a little conflicted, but so proud.

5-0 is everywhere.

Are you sure that Squid will risk it?

If I know the squid and after the last 24 hours I feel like I do, they're close

by. Yeah, we've been out here all day.

Hey, yo.

Yo, we should go get some Hoda's over snacks, you know? They're smart.

Yo, there's an army surplus store nearby.

What? They got some face paint, night vision goggles.

Come on.

It could not have been louder.

Well, so we've got first watch.

Fine by me.

Oh, my client who gritties in grocery stores wants me to take him to Kroger.

You can't take a bus?

No, he got permanently banned for gritting too close to the bus driver.

I'm not going to text back. I can't deal with this right now. You can't do that.

You're his manager, no? On paper, I just thought being a manager would be more

than handling travel arrangements and tracking cameo residuals.

You don't want to be a manager, do you? I do. I just want to be more than a

manager, you know?

When I first got into this, I was so focused on getting clients that I wasn't

focused on their work until I saw the squid's art.

I'm going to make sure that the squid is everywhere, and then I'm going to show

my dad to prove to him that he was wrong for not believing in me.

It's going to fix everything.

For you?

I hope that's not your pitch.

Make it rain? Yep, I make it snow.

If you want the best, better at the zero.

Okay, okay, okay. We're good. We're in the clear. Nobody from our personal or

professional lives.

No Rebecca.

Maybe she's in the back somewhere.

Yo, y'all trying to party? No, we're fine, but let me thank you.

No, never go for the first dance. If they approach, it's not worth it. Fine,

fine, fine.

All right, well, all this searching has got me hungry, dog, so I'm going to come

over here. Do your thing.

All right, Dougie boy, you go get yourself a lap dance while me and the

shrimp scampi and scrambled eggs work on this time we look out for Rebecca.

I love a dance, man, especially when I have no one to go home to. Well, there's

plenty of shrimp in the sea. It should be easy.

Bro, like, look at this Asian right here, right?

Love her. I love her. Gorgeous. But she's not black.

I'd like to keep it in the black community.

What are you telling me? I only buy black.

Oh,

she's gorgeous.

Yeah, she is.

Nope.

She looks like Edie. A little bit.

Damn.

She's probably married, too. She's got a lot of tattoos and men's names on her.

You got room for one more?

Go for it.

I'm sure you don't want any shrimp.

Absolutely not.

Hey, Doug.

I've been waiting for you.

Rebecca. We've been looking for you so long, they restarted the playlist.

Oh, we have a celeb who practically lives back there.

Don't ask who, because I can't say.

But his name rhymes with James Harden.

So.

What's bothering you? Wait, how does she know? Wait, you were right. She knows

that we need help. Are you psychic?

No. You're just the only guys in here eating warm shrimp.

Step into my office.

And leave the plates, bubblegum.

Hello,

my celiac kings and queens.

You've been asking, so here it is. Part 12 of my kale salad series.

Oh, my God. Enough with the... Damn.

Oh! Oh!

Gwyn! There!

Man, they're not here.

Yo, the squid hit another location. What?

Someone we know?

Yeah.

We're pretty familiar.

Did they move out the way?

Oh.

Well, I guess you were right about right.

Wrong about right.

Right.

Whoever the squid is, they're f***ing with me.

Hold on.

This piece couldn't possibly be the squid's work.

Yo, maybe it's a time fam.

No, no, no, look. The brush strokes are discordant. This is shoddy work.

The squid's style is very intentional.

Every color glows with inspiration.

Glows? Yeah.

The squid's work speaks to me in a language I just can't describe.

It inspires me to slow down and breathe, smile, cry,

live.

This doesn't make me feel any of that.

This isn't the squid's work.

Boys, I think we have an imposter on our hands.

I gotta be honest, I have no idea what's going on.

You were ready for it.

What could I give you there? You just had to treat me like a nymph, you know?

Whoa, whoa, Doug.

More like so.

It sounds like you two are at a crossroads.

So, which way will you go?

Whichever way you think we should go.

Song's over.

Oh, God.

I need to know what to do next. She's got to tell me which way to go. Well,

we've already done 13 songs, and at the end of every one, she says the same

thing. It's like advice inception.

You're right.

This room is the crossroads, and the only way to go is out. We've got to

leave. Let's go, man.

You guys are sweet, so this next one's on the house.

Okay. You can stay. Plus, the Grizzlies are in town on Tuesday, and one visit

from their backcourt will pay off my Land Rover.

I'm going to be candid, okay?

That's exactly what we need. Yeah.

Aaron. Yes, ma'am. What would happen if you got handsy with me in this strip

club? I think the security guards and bouncers would throw me out if you just

died. How do you know that?

I know that because they have hospitals located on each wall.

Your problem is you agreed to the rules with Edie that you keep expecting

something different to happen.

What's wrong with me? If you don't accept the situation as it is, you're

going to keep getting hurt.

Okay, I'm seeing you more like... The door looked like Jazzy Jeff. Yeah.

Me? Do me next, please? She wasn't done with me yet. You need to accept that

what happened with Sloan has nothing to do with you.

Grieving can look like anger in a lot of men.

Mm-hmm. And you need to release your grief. Oh.

Not anger.

And get closure.

However you can.

Session's over.

That'll be two grand.

And I'll just have to accept if feelings aren't facts.

Okay. Is the tattoo located on your lower back? Is that the QR code for your

Venmo? Oh, yes, it is.

Thank you.

And who should I make this out to? Oh, Rebecca Shapiro is fine.

I can't believe that crazy security guard ended up being the fake squid.

Must have lost himself in the search.

You don't want to help?

I'll help in a different way.

But I got a new clue.

You can toss that.

I'm done.

I'm sorry that I kept you guys awake with all this craziness.

Trust me.

You're gonna want to see this.

You're the squid.

No. I'm Cole.

Who is the squid, so... Yeah.

It's him, Squid.

Then why did you deny it when I asked you if you were the squid?

No, I didn't. Look, you're not crazy.

I was going to hit the Derek Wright building, but you didn't catch me

because... You were there the whole time.

Overlooked in plain sight.

Wow. What made you want to reveal yourself now?

I wasn't trying to expose or exploit the squid.

I was trying to protect and preserve the art of the artist.

I got so worried it was just all about money.

When you saw my work,

I didn't know you saw me.

I feel you.

You know what? I'm going to keep quiet. I know you don't want a manager, and I

know that you just, you know, you don't want to sell out. You're right.

I don't want to sell out.

Yeah.

But I do want to buy in.

Cole, I'm running on fumes here. Can you just tell me what you mean?

All right, look.

We both found something new we weren't expecting today.

You found clarity, and I found a manager.

Wait, you want me to represent you? I'll consider it on a handshake agreement.

Bet.

You never know when inspiration is going to find you.

Or how long it will take to track down inspiration and embark on a mutually

beneficial relationship.

But trust me, you'll know it when you see it. And if you're lucky, maybe it'll

see you too.

We did it!

Yeah!

Stole a bike from a child.

Not something I'm proud of. Oh no, I'm proud.

You know why?

Why? Closure.

Hey, well look man, petty theft or not, if there's no one else, I'd rather run

out of money and walk through the LA streets, man.

I do agree.

Once this blister on my foothills, I'll be able to fully appreciate this moment.

And even after all the shit that we went through, I'm glad I did it with you.

Same. Love you, man. Love you too, man.

It would have been a lot cheaper, though, to remember that before we spent

a mortgage on strip club therapy.

But then, we wouldn't have had this great idea.

You're right.

You're right.

Closure.