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[sedate orchestration]

♪ ♪

[knocks]

- Brent?

- What's up, Donny? Can I come in?

- Uh, sure.

Yeah, come on in.

- I know it's a little late,

but I wanted to give you something.

You're going to love it.

- Okay. What is it?

[mischievous music]

- Check this out.

♪ ♪

- What is it?

- Want to take a peek-peek?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Oh.

- Whoop, there it is.

It look good, huh?

100% all-American cherry pie.

You want a slice?

- Oh... I'm okay.

- Come on, I just baked it today.

Have a slice. - Shoot.

Honestly, I just brushed my teeth.

- Well, then you already got a good base.

You can just use a little mouthwash after.

Try one slice. Come on, for me.

- N... I shouldn't.

- Damn, I must have misunderstood.

Huh. I thought you had a sweet tooth.

- I do have a sweet tooth.

It's just, honestly, when I go to bed

and eat sugar late, it's just hard to sleep.

- Pfft. Man, I wish I knew that

before I spent the whole day making this for you.

- You spent all day making this? - Pretty much.

- [sighs]

Well, I guess I can have a sliver.

[rising orchestral music]

- I'ma give you a thick sliver.

♪ ♪

[quietly] Eat.

Feed.

Attaboy.

[music continues uneasily]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

[groans more intensely]

Oh...

- Hey, pal, I almost finished my Sudoku.

- Oh...

- Sport?

- [groans faintly]

- What's going on?

- I didn't get much sleep, and I don't feel very good.

- Okay. Well, do you have to show it?

I thought we talked about

hiding our bad moods around the house.

- You don't always hide your bad moods.

- No, I don't, but...

you know the deal. We're a team.

And I rely on your good moods...

- To pull you through the Sea of Sorrow.

- Yeah. 'Cause I'm like a water-skier...

- And I'm the speedboat pulling you,

and if I stop,

you'll sink into the Sea of Sorrow.

- Yeah. So, why don't you hit the gas

and fake a smile for me?

- Okay.

[gas motor starting]

- [sing-song] There it is.

[mischievous music]

[knocks]

- Hey, Donny.

Thanks for letting me in.

No, no, no, stay where you are.

I'll come to you.

Damn, it's chilly out there. Whew.

- Look, I don't think I can have any pie tonight, Brent.

- What, you didn't like the pie?

- No, it was ten out of ten.

I just don't sleep well when I eat pie that late.

- Oh, I see why you trippin',

but you actually don't need to trip,

because we ain't even eating pie anyway.

- We're not? - Nah.

We got something different tonight.

Crème brulée.

I worked on this custard all day.

Let me just glaze that ass right quick.

- Brent, I can't...

- [scatting]

Come on, sing it, Donny.

[scatting]

- [scatting]

- ♪ Let me just glaze that ass right quick ♪

- [softly] ♪ Let me just glaze that ass right quick ♪

- There you go. You earned it.

[uneasy orchestral music]

[under breath] ♪ Let me just glaze that ass right quick ♪

♪ ♪

- Brent, I told you.

I can't sleep when I eat sweets this late.

- All right, you don't have to eat it.

Just crack the glaze with the back of your spoon,

and see what happens.

See what's below the ice.

♪ ♪

Indulge yourself.

[music hits climax]

[sedate guitar music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Cory.

You know peer pressure? - Mm-hm.

Have you ever succumbed to it?

- [small laugh] Yes.

Once.

A peer of mine once pressured me

to read a book.

Gave it to me as a gift.

Said it had changed his life,

I absolutely had to read it.

Well, I tried, but...

the book was thick,

and small print.

In Russian, I believe.

Couldn't tell the difference

between the name of a character and the name of a city.

- Oh, my goodness.

- I thought I'd made it through the first chapter,

but it turned out just to be the foreword.

Well, by the time that first chapter

really came along, I didn't have the patience.

I put it on the shelf and never picked it up again.

- So what happened to your peer?

- I avoided my peer because I didn't want to talk about it,

and as a result, I never saw my peer again.

- Oh.

- Does that help?

- [small sigh] No.

[crickets chirping]

[dessert leitmotif]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Donny.

What happened to your ladder?

- Um... I think somebody stole it.

- Damn. That pisses me off.

- [breathing heavily]

- Donny, this is Keith.

I ran into Keith at the grocery store,

and we got to talking about your sweet tooth.

And then he piped in and said he wanted to make you fondue.

I said, "Perfect, I'm going to Donny's house anyway."

- Please don't make me fondue.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Keith got a sitter

so he could be here tonight.

- You got a sitter?

- Yeah.

- Just give it to me.

- Hell yeah. You got this.

[uneasy music replays]

♪ ♪

- Ugh...

Oh...

- Hey, squirt.

Get dressed.

- [moaning] Ohh...

[knock on door]

- Hey, guys. What's up?

- Hey, Brent. - Oh, my grappling hook.

Thanks for bringing it back.

- Mind if we come in?

- Yeah, sure, come on in.

What a treat.

What's up, my man? - Hey, Brent.

[dessert leitmotif]

- Cory, can I get you a macaroon?

- No thanks, Brent. I'm good.

- No, you're going to want one of these.

Keith, get Cory a macaroon.

As Keith is my witness, I swoon for the macaroon.

- No thanks, Keith. I'm good.

- What, you ain't hungry?

We all hungry!

Ain't nothing wrong with it, Cor.

You need to just let yo' body

do its thing.

- I said I'm good, Brent.

Do you not think I'm good?

- Oh, I think you're good.

I'm trying to make you [bass voice] real good.

[normal voice] See?

Macaroon before noon.

[whispered] I haven't even eaten breakfast yet.

I'm a bad boy.

♪ ♪

Eat it.

- Donny tells me you've been bringing him

lots of late-night treats.

- We make a great team, me and Donny.

Don't we, Donny?

- Uh-huh. - I like to bake,

he likes to eat.

I like to feed, he likes to gain.

Stockton to Malone.

It's a beautiful dance.

- Well...

That all sounds very nice,

and to thank you for that...

Tell him about your gift.

- I don't need anything in return.

You see, Cory, giving is the gift.

- Oh, nonsense, Brent.

After all you've done for him?

Donny, go ahead and give him the gift.

- Hi, Brent.

So to thank you for all

the wonderful desserts you fed me,

I got you a little something.

[uneasy music]

- Oh, shit.

A book.

- This book completely changed my life.

You have to read it.

- [quietly] Damn, this book is thick.

[normal voice] Not that that's a bad thing.

I like a book with some back on it.

Whoa, small font.

- Now, I don't want to hang out again

until you finish the book 'cause I wanna talk about it with you.

Got it, mister? - Look at that.

That the name of a town or the name of a character?

Ha ha. - Well...

Brent, we'll leave you to it.

Have a nice day.

- Bye, Brent.

[sweeping, somber orchestration]

♪ ♪

- Hey, pal. My sleeping pills are kicking in,

so I just wanted to say good night.

- Hey, Cor?

You don't think he's ever going to come back, do ya?

- Oh, something tells me

we've seen the last of old Brent.

- Okay. Good night, Cor.

- End of Chapter 12

and end of what I believe...

- Thank goodness for books on tape.

- How's the book?

- Well, it actually changed my life.

In fact, I can't wait to talk about it with Donny,

over cupcakes.

[eerie music]

I'm a bad boy.

[sedate piano music]

♪ ♪

- The most powerful jungle cat in the Americas.

- Hey, Frank.

How much do you think a jaguar weighs?

- Oh, a buck 15, a buck 20, maybe.

- Pfft. For an adult male?

- Try three bills, brother. - Damn.

Seriously? - Mm-hm.

- What are you guys watching? - "Planet Earth."

- You mind if I join? - Yeah, come on.

- [clicking tongue]

[sighs] So...

- Make it possible to film these great cats...

- Okay, uh, what do you say we pause this program

and put on the Laker pre-season game, huh?

Starts in a couple minutes. - Was by using

specially constructed...

- Actually, I got to go home and wash my hair.

- Oh, I'll walk you out, Frank.

Uh, Frank, what are you doing tomorrow?

- Oh, I'll be around. Actually, I'ma come through.

I want to see what happens to that jaguar.

- Oh, yeah, come by. - All right. Cool.

- All right, man.

[makes whooshing noise]

- [imitates camera]

- [imitates camera]

[imitates camera]

[continue making various noises]

[forlorn string music]

♪ ♪

- Try it.

- Ooh. Mm!

♪ ♪

- Bounce factory! - Bounce factory!

- See you, Frank. - All right, Donny. One love.

- "Bounce factory."

♪ ♪

- Hey, Christian. What brings you by?

- Listen. I...

was wondering if you'd like to come up with

a secret handshake with me.

- Christian, you're coming in a little hot right now.

- Just go with me for a second here.

Okay? This is what I have so far.

And keep in mind

I'm not precious about any of these moves,

so your input's totally welcome.

Okay. Um...

So I go front, back,

side to side...

- Okay, Christian, I-I'll stop you right there.

I just think I'm not interested in doing a secret handshake.

- Well, don't you and Donny have a secret handshake?

- No.

- Oh.

I'm sorry. I...

saw Donny and Frankie

do a secret handshake in the courtyard,

and I assumed you and Donny had one,

since you're roommates and all.

- Wait, I'm sorry.

Donny and Frankie have a secret handshake?

- Yeah.

It's really cool.

- I wonder if it wasn't so much a...

secret handshake as it was spur-of-the-moment horseplay?

- No, this wasn't horseplay.

It seemed pretty well-rehearsed.

They also had a catchphrase at the end.

"Bounce factory"?

- "Bounce factory."

I wonder what that means.

- I imagine it was some sort of inside joke.

Well, if you change your mind,

you let me know.

- [quietly] Sorry.

[sad guitar music]

- Hey, Kevin.

- Hey.

- Would you be interested

in coming up with a secret handshake with me?

- Hey, pal.

- Oh, hey, Cor.

- Yes, I wanted to ask you a question.

Do you and Frankie have a secret handshake?

- Oh...

Do me and Frank have a secret handshake?

Is that what you said?

- Look, I know you do.

Christian came over, and he said

he saw you and Frankie doing one outside.

Listen, I want you to knock that off.

- Oh, really? We were just having fun.

- Yeah, for you two.

But imagine we're at a party,

and then you two say goodbye like that,

and then what would the rest of us do? Just watch?

Just makes saying goodbye confusing and...

and longer. And who wants to have

a long goodbye? - Hm.

- I want you to take that handshake

and crumple it up in a ball.

- Now throw it out the window. - That's littering.

- Well, it's your property, so who cares? Throw it.

- [sighs] - Don't just drop it

where you'll find it later. Huck it.

With your dominant hand. - I'm ambidextrous.

- Fine.

- Don't look where it went. Just sit back down.

Great. Thank you.

Okay, well, I'm going to go to Jamba Juice.

Do you want to come?

- I'm good, thanks.

- Okay, well, I'm still going to go.

- My wallet's on the fridge.

- Ah. Yep.

Found it.

Just gonna take a $20.

I'll bring back the change.

- He has the advantage

of being the largest bull around.

- Hey, Frank.

Guess how much a hippo weighs.

- Uh, you talking adult male?

- Yeah.

- Uh, I'd say about 500 pounds.

- Try 2 tons, my man.

- Ooh, I gotta get to therapy, my boy-ee!

All right, Donny. Catch you later, man.

- All right. See you, Frank.

- Yo, I'm leaving, man.

Bounce factory.

- [sighs]

Listen, Frank, about the factory...

I think we're going to have to shut it down.

- What?

- The thing is, Cory made a few good points

about how it could be a little confusing

if everyone in the group has a secret handshake.

- Who cares, man? That's our thing.

- I know, but him and I don't have one, and...

- [sighs] Come on, Donny. That ain't you.

- [sighs] All right. Well...

but when we get to "bounce factory,"

just don't say it too loud, all right?

- Yeah, all right, fine. - [quietly] All right.

- Donny.

- Hurry.

- Hey, pal?

[edgy music]

- [making various noises]

- Are you upstairs?

- Hi.

- Got a little treat for you.

♪ ♪

- Come on, Frank, the bird's cooked. Let's go.

- Ooh!

♪ ♪

- Bounce factory.

- Cory...

hey.

- Hi, Frank. Didn't know you were here.

- Hey, Cor.

- Donny, I brought this for you.

It's the rest of my smoothie.

I didn't finish it, thought maybe you'd want it.

It's Razzmatazz...

with the, uh, immuno-boost.

- Cory...

[sad guitar music]

♪ ♪

- So, how long has this secret handshake been going on?

- Five, six months, probably.

- That... sounds about right.

- And what about the, uh,

the catchphrase? "Bounce factory"?

- Oh, that was sort of a...

it's an inside joke.

- Oh.

- I mean, but if you're at all interested,

we'd be more than happy to show you "bounce."

- I don't think so. You know, handshakes,

they really are just such a waste of time, you know?

- Well, a lot of things that are fun

are a waste of time, Cor.

Like playing Bubble Bash on your iPad

or hanging out at Jamba Juice all day.

- Watching pre-season Laker games.

- Heck, you read that Phil Jackson memoir

about a gazillion times.

Some would say that's a waste of time.

- [scoffs]

[whispers] A waste of time.

That's not a waste of time.

Phil Jackson's a Zen master,

and I'm a spiritual person. Got it?

- Yeah.

Wait.

Cory, can you do that again?

- Do what again? I just blacked out for a second.

- Well, you tried to punch me, but you came up short.

Whoa. One more time, but this time, slower.

Stop.

Just raise it up.

[dramatic orchestration rises]

- [whispered] Donny. - It's okay, Frank.

I got it.

It's okay. It's all right, big boy.

Good.

Now, what do you think, Frank?

Maybe a little pump, or...

- Eh, like a... shimmy pump?

- Like that?

- Just once.

- Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, I'm sort of feeling something there.

Hold on.

Hey, Frank.

♪ ♪

You know, this is actually something

Kobe used to do to celebrate a big play.

He never had a secret handshake with anyone on his team.

As the leader,

he wasn't allowed to be nice to anyone, but...

but if something really great happened,

you'd see him...

go like that.

It always made me feel something.

Think I might go for a walk just kind of give it a try.

- Well, then go on.

['80s-era techno]

♪ ♪

- [together] Front, back, side to side,

elbows, elbow, sugar shack!

- Hey, sugar boys.

Close up the sugar shack.

This one's for everyone.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Frank. - Yeah?

- Guess how much Cory weighs.

- I don't know. He's definitely taller than you,

but he has skinny legs.

I'd say about buck 65, buck 70.

- Pfft. Try two bills, my man.

♪ ♪