All language subtitles for Black.Monday.S03E05

Previously on Black Monday...

Just let little old Keithy

take care of the funeral arrangements.

Are the pallbearers
modeling Pfaffashions?

It's genius, right?

Mike? Holy shit, are those Skants?

I call it an ass cape.

To the two most important
girls in my life.

Dawn told me everything.

She's a really good friend to you, Mo.

Two people very close to me

were killed under
mysterious circumstances.

I'm afraid I might be next.

Uh, no refunds.

Nomi, I'm telling you,
you're never gonna guess.

Well, I know we're on an elevator

- based on the feeling in my feet...
- No.

... and this shitty elevator music.

Okay, but to be fair,
it could be anywhere,

and I'm surprised that a jazz fiend

such as yourself would call it shitty.

And it's Saturday, so
the office will be empty.

Oh, my God, will you stop?

You're gonna ruin your
whole birthday thing.

Well, then if I had to guess...

Which I have asked you not to do.

... I would say you're taking me

- back to the studio....
- No.

... to re-create the magic
of the night we met.

- Mo, that's perfect.
- Mm-hmm.

- We can chase our instincts...
- Mm-hmm.

- ... our whims, our tails.
- Mm.

You are so far off.

- Oh, am I?
- Uh-huh.

Well, let me start off with
a little surprise for you.

- Okay.
- Close your eyes.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, open up.

- Oh, no, Nomi, no.
- No?

No, no, Nomi, Nomi.

- Oh, yeah?
- Wait, no!

This is... Nomi! There's jazz... Nomi!

- Nomi, Nomi!
- Come and get me.

Nomi, no! Oh, no, no, no, Nomi!

No, no, no, no, no, shit.

Hey, fellas.

People, we have an image
crisis on our hands.

And don't forget blood.

I mean, it's kind of hard not to

because it was so nightmarish.

Keith, your festive festival food choice

reflects the same poor judgment
that got us into this mess.

Ugh, why are you eating that?

I lead a very active business lifestyle.

I need a lunch that can keep up.

All right, HGTV, as our
church elders can attest,

is not new to image crisis-ies".

Is that how you... the plural
should be, like, "crises".

- "Crisis-es".
- "To-may-to", "to-mah-to".

Well, no, 'cause
"to-may-to", "to-mah-to"

is just a pronunciation thing.

This is more about a pluralization.

- Okay, Keith...
- I'm just saying.

It'd be like "tomatoes", "tomatoes".

The point is, we've been
down this road before.

Back in 1977, we briefly
became a snake church

until many parishioners died,

which is when we became
an anti-snake church...

- Okay.
- ... until even more

parishioners died while
pursuing said snakes,

which is how we became

the snake-neutral church
that you know and love today.

That's how I lost my wife

back when snake marriage was legal.

Jeremiah, when you violate
the basic laws of nature,

there's-there's gonna be some fallout.

- So sorry for your loss.
- Anyway,

HGTV and Pfaffashion need to issue

a joint televised apology
honoring the victim.

Wait a second. We got our money.

The IPO is back on track.

I don't understand why Pfaffashions

has to apologize for HGTV.

I don't understand
why you're still here.

- Ouch.
- Tiff,

- you're a smart...
- Yes.

- ... media-savvy...
- Yes.

- ... responsible...
- Yeah.

- ... religious...
- No.

- ... woman.
- I am.

I want you to produce this spot

while I work on buying
off the victim's widow.

- Oh, I shall at once.
- Great.

Jeremiah and Hezekiah have
already written a script.

Tiff, I want you to stick
to it word for word.

- Okay.
- And, Keith,

you can suck stick.

Gladly.

You are gonna love

your new FBI-installed
security system, sir.

The agent gave me the full rundown.

Ah, well, it'll be nice to
have a place to feel safe

with an assassin plotting against me.

Well, this triple-bolt action lock

will keep anyone out.

As for surveillance...

- Yes, when do they put in the cameras?
- Last week.

Our FBI hidden camera
system is so discreet,

you'll never know where,
when, or how we installed it.

Werner.

Guess where the camera is.

It's amazing. I can't even see it.

'Cause there's not one.

They had to lose it to
cover all the bathrooms.

Werner.

Bathrooms?

'Cause the one downstairs
is where I go to take a sh...

No, believe me, they know.

Okay, but the one upstairs
is where I go to mastur...

They know, sir.

They're working on getting
you a coach for that.

- Werner.
- Oh, by the way,

they suggest that you get them a copy

of your enemies list ASAP.

I don't have a list of my enemies.

The killer is not gonna
be someone close to me

who goes unsuspected
until the final moment.

Sir, political assassination
has been around since Jesus.

Now, that was just Jew-on-Jew crime,

but today you can't rule anyone out.

But don't worry. We'll find him.

I might have misspoken
there. You should worry.

Somebody's out to kill you.

But maybe not too much.

Try to find a happy balance.

Werner?

Baby, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

I thought you were yelling, "Nomi".

I was saying, "No, Nomi, no".

- You think this is funny?
- A little bit.

Baby, come on, I booked the
best string section in New York

along with commissioning
a-a song to be arranged

and composed by fucking Klaus Pinkwater.

I'm sorry, I'm-I'm still
just a little shook.

- Just no more surprises, okay?
- No, no, no, no more surprises.

Oh, happy birthday, girl!

Oh!

- Bring it in.
- Hey, look at you!

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Why are you in here?

And what the fuck is happening here?

Well, I'm here to pick up my paycheck,

and at $380 a week, you're screwing

your secretaries harder
than most bosses,

except out of money and not in the ass.

Mm, well, at $380 a week,
you could argue it's both.

- Ah, my girl!
- Mm-hmm.

And I'm in here because I know

this is where you keep all the good...

... booze.

But since you guys are here,

I made Nomi a bomb-ass birthday mix.

- What? No.
- Yes.

I don't... what's happening?

Hmm? Well, when you told
me Dawn was the one

who got me put on the radio,
I made her a thank-you mix.

And we've been trading
back and forth ever since.

Turns out, we've got
the same taste in tunes.

Among other things.

Oh, God, look at him, Nom'.

Steam's about to blast out of his ears

like that little robot bitch
from Small Wonder.

Oh, I hate that show.

How does no one find it fucked
that a middle-aged man

built an anatomically correct young girl

- to do housework and shit...
- It's crazy.

... in a small, frilly
fucking red dress?

Everybody fucking hates Small Wonder.

Whoa, just chill, Mo, all right?

It's cool.

But what's not cool is you
not telling me about this.

Look, when we recorded that demo,

that was my first time
recording anything ever,

and now you want me to go out there
and record with these pros?

Babe, you're a pro, okay?

You were a pro from go.

But listen, this day is about you, okay?

If you wanna ditch this shit
and split a milkshake with Dawn

and talk about my magic dick

while I quietly light myself on fire,

no, go ahead; it's your party.

Oh, boy, I get it.

Looks like a classic Mo fuckup.

Trust me, this guy fucks up

more than a horse banging a giraffe.

Mm.

But?

But this-this might also be
the most thoughtful fuckup

I've ever seen this fuckup make.

Your man takes big swings, girl,

'cause he loves you.

Fuck it. I'm in.

- Great!
- On one condition.

Dawn, can you please stay?

I mean, not only do
you get me musically,

but it'd be nice to have
a lady friend around.

Okay, okay, well, I guess
then "fuck its" all around.

Hey, "fuck its" all around, great.

Okay, now let's go make some kickass...

smooth jazz!

Really, $380?

- The guy who cleans the shitter makes...
- Actually has a job.

Oh, I'm doing a job, all right.

- What's your job here?
- I'm pretty much keeping

your fucking relationship
out of the shitter.

Wipe your nose.

Fuck you.

Tiff, we need to talk.

Ugh, make it quick,
'cause I'm just under

so much pressure from Corkie.

Yeah, me, too, with Larry, but...

I'm just not used to working so hard

or working, full stop.

Listen, all due, fuck that dead loser.

That's HGTV's problem.

And also, fuck HGTV.

We've got a much bigger set
of customers we can sell to,

and if we make our ad too religious,

we might lose it.

But only churches buy Skants.

That's what I thought too.

Then I checked the sales data

and, uh, found a pretty
interesting demographic.

Hmm.

- Gay club kids?
- Yeah, but look closer.

From an ass-eye view,

all these club queens
are Skants-ily clad.

Keith, do you have any
idea what this means?

Everyone knows that style
trends start with the gays

and end with television comedy writers.

Exactly, so why are we
worried about a dead guy

when our company should
be focused on live gays?

- Keith?
- Mike!

Oh, what are you doing here?

- Tiff Georgina-Pfaff?
- Um...

It's TG fucking PF.

I can't even.

When America's most
kidnapped denim heiress

cried on HGTV, it completely
changed the way

I obsess over public meltdowns.

We have something you need to see.

Oh.

A gay icon and passing
straight realness.

You're pulling out all the stops.

I like the dog collar.

- Oh, woof, woof.
- Keith, look!

They're all me!

Look at all these drag Tiffs!

You have no idea how...
many notes I have.

_

Come on.

You don't have any friends
who are secretly enemies.

What would you even call them,

"enemends"?

Okay, keep it together.

Uh, okay, a good start would be

not talking to ourselves
like a total psycho,

especially in total psycho
plural first person.

Why don't we just,
uh, kick back and relax

and watch some TV in the bedroom?

Ahh.

That's better.

? How can it be ?

Could...

Shit, I... did I start
at the wrong part?

I'm not used to reading sheet music.

No, no, babe, it was
great. It's beautiful.

I think the song just
wants to start earlier,

that's all, so let's cut a bar.

Take it back from the top, guys.

We're gonna take it back
from the top, Bruce.

Relax, it'll be great.

? How can it be ?

Okay, that one was my fault.

Okay, tell you what. Let's cut two bars.

I think that's the secret sauce.

Two bars, Brucey,
cutting two bars, okay.

It sounds great to me...

... girl! Don't worry.

- I love it.
- She can't hear you.

You have to press this.

Oh, okay. I said...

... it sounds good, girl!

- Fuck.
- You don't have to yell.

- You don't have to yell!
- You can just...

- Oh.
- Sorry, let's go again.

Okay, back from the top.

We're gonna get it. Don't you worry.

"Wonderlove", take six...

ty-three.

Hang on.

Brucey, I'm... one note.
Just one second.

- Oh, Jesus.
- This isn't Nomi's fault.

It's jazz music.

Mm, mm-mm.

You see? I'm still sleepy.

But in order for it to work in the song,

you understand, the lyric,
it's gotta rhyme, right?

So it's-it's "moving all mischievous,

dancing all devious".

And you see here, for the rhyme
to work in the next line...

And I wouldn't even know that

because we haven't even gotten that far.

- Oh.
- Yeah?

Excuse me.

- Nomi.
- Excuse me.

Oh, boy, here we go.

It's-it's fine.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So you're not cooking with jazz...

yet, you know?

But... it's not on you, Nomi.

Of course it is.

Look, Dawn,

just like Mo's been
lying about his foot,

I've been hiding something too.

I am not a fucking jazz singer.

I don't even like this
dentist chair dog shit.

Mo just so happened to have
met me at my jazz gig,

and he assumed that
jazz was my thing too.

And-and I didn't correct him

'cause everything was going so right,

but if that Friday had been a Thursday,

he would've caught me singing
honky-tonk country at BARn.

- Barn?
- BARn.

Capital B-A-R, lowercase N.

- It's a bar.
- Oh.

It's a barn.

It's a really racist work environment.

- Sounds like it.
- Yeah.

Um, but the point is,
jazz is just a job.

I mean, you heard my mixes.

I like tunes you can shake your ass to.

But I just didn't want to disappoint Mo.

He told me that he has never
believed in anyone as much

or fallen in love as fast or as deep.

- Hmm.
- Yeah, I know, right?

- May I?
- Oh, no, go ahead.

Thank you.

But this music is... it just isn't me.

- Mm-hmm.
- And I know

what you're gonna say, that
I need to just be honest.

No, no, uh...

if you tell Mo the truth,
you'll embarrass him,

and he'll bug out like Goldblum.

- Hmm.
- The Fly.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

So what do I do?

Uh, well, leave it to me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I've got a master's
at managing Mo... st men.

- Just follow my lead, okay?
- Okay.

Also, for the record,
was that a quote from Mo?

The, um, deeper, deep, fast thing?

Oh, yeah, yeah, that's,
uh... that's what he said.

Yeah, we fell in love pretty fast.

Hmm.

Yeah, just like...

- Yeah.
- Mm.

What the...

Who are you vultures?

RNC, NSC, CIA?

DGA?

I-I don't know how to
make this script work

for hard-core religious zealots
and hard-core party boys.

Look, Corkie said stick to the script,

but she didn't say a word about casting.

Keith, we cannot veer too
far from Corkie's vision.

We're not, besides
firing all the apostles

and hiring Mike and his friends

and adding a sexy Mary Magdalene...

you know, the straight love interest
for our super-hot Jesus...

just to kind of cover our bases,

which I did 20 minutes ago,
which she won't even notice.

But no other changes.

Who the hell?

Christ.

The power of you compels you.

Wait.

All political assassinations
started with...

Jesus.

Oh.

Oh, God. Oh, God!

What's happening to me?

There, try it now.

Aha, all right!

Everybody got that 16-hour second wind?

Yeah. You guys good?

Let's have some fun.

All right, Brucey, hit it. Let's do it.

Ah, yes, so I have an idea.

I cannot hear you, Dawn.

Okay. Wait. I'm sorry. How does this...

Okay. Yes.

Uh, Mo, I'm not a producer

like you, but...

what do you think if maybe
we up the tempo a bit,

like double time or double-double time?

Hmm, yeah, well, you know,
Dawn makes a-a fair point.

- Ah.
- She's not a producer.

Okay, so we agree.

And while we're at it, how about we add,

um, bass, um, some drums,

or anything else that makes
this remotely interesting?

And maybe we should, um...

... lose the strings?

Yeah, whispering over
the talkback doesn't work.

Oh, can they hear me?

Just like muddying up
the low end of the track

doesn't work to showcase Nomi's voice.

So if you don't mind, Dawn...

But what about... you know,
like you said, just for fun.

Ah, fun! Yes!

Like a birthday should be!

Uh, okay, well, Mo, let's
just do something wacky.

Yeah!

Oh, so you wanna get wacky?

Yeah, why don't we all just
go fucking watch UHF?

Oh. And what is that?

It's a "Weird Al" Yankovic movie.

It has some really wacky...

That's not the point. The point is...

The point is, what's the harm
in just shaking things up?

Oh, yeah. Let's shake 'em up.

Let's shake 'em up, okay?
Whatever you wanna do, baby.

Whatever you wanna do, baby.

Who are you talking to?

Oh, no, I-I was talking to Bruce, baby.

- Can I have your number?
- Never.

Why'd you press the button?

All right, let's get wacky.

You-you don't think
we kind of strayed too far

from the source material, do you?

Show me in the Bible where
it says the last supper

wasn't a moody, erotic, fabulous brunch

with a smoking-hot Jesus.

Action!

I'll never betray you, JC.

May the Lord be with you.

- Cut!
- Cutting!

Hey, I just wanna check real quick...

you know, power dynamics and all...

that he's not, like, preying on you,
making you feel uncomfortable...

No, I'm having fun.

Okay, sweetie, it's way too sexual.

She's a prostitute but not a whore.

Could you try to play her with,
like, a modicum of class?

Okay?

And that's gonna be hard, I know.

Let's go again! Actually, cut!

- It's just-it's not working.
- We're not even rolling.

Mary, I need to make an adjustment.

Jesus, I have a thought.

? How can it be ?

? Can it be I wake to a dream ?

? There's something in
the voice of your eyes ?

? It's something like
a dove as it flies ?

? And all I seem to see ?

- ? Is you and I... ?
- Put-put the other drums in.

- Bassline.
- Oh, baseline.

- ? Stay and wonder ?
- Where my guitars at?

? Day and night ?

What about bongos or something?

Bongos? Add bongos!

- ? Wonder how my love ?
- More music, synth.

? Came to me ?

That's it right there.

? Yeah ?

The trumpet!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- The trumpet.

That was good. Yes, what?

Turn the horns up.

? Spotted land ?

? The stones that stand ?

? Castles by the sea ?

? Or how a child must know... ?

Dawn, this sounds like
fucking Earth Wind & Fire.

Love Earth, Wind & Fire. They make hits.

I can't hear you unless you
press the fucking button, Dawn.

Oh, I-I'm sorry Jimmy
Jamless and Terry Clueless.

- This isn't...
- I have ears. I know good music.

All right.

? Came to me ?

Love it.

? Came to me, yeah ?

Now I'm up. Now I don't need as much.

? My wonderlove ?

? Wonderlove ?

- All right. Knock it off.
- Yes.

The synthesizers, the drum machine,

- just knock it off, right?
- But you knew with the bongos.

It's all about the bongos, really.

Yeah, 'cause it...
The-the what do you call it?

Hey, Dawn? Hey,
hey. Hey, hey, hey. Guys.

Yeah, a writer.

- That was amazing.
- What?

- That was so great.
- You were amazing!

- Oh, my God!
- You were...

So good, so good.

But if we could have
the room for a second,

that would be great, you know?

Gonna air out some differences

between old friends, you
know, creative differences,

all that shit... real quick,
real quick, babe.

- Great job, Nomi.
- Real quick, thanks.

I'm thinking...

- Get the fuck out, Bruce!
- All right.

- All right.
- Wow.

What the fuck?

Oh.

I did you a favor letting you fake work

here at this no-show job

thinking that your competitive ass

wouldn't try to big clit me as usual.

Guess the joke's on me, huh?

Well, would you look
at that? I showed, yo.

- Oh, yeah?
- And thank God.

I'm the only thing holding
you and Nomi together.

So maybe chill with the favor shit,

'cause I think I've
got the lifetime edge

for going to goddamn prison

so that you wouldn't spend
a lifetime behind bars.

I'm glad you brought prison up,
'cause I've been thinking,

is that where you lost
your ambition, Dawn?

- What?
- Is that what happened?

Maybe you need to spend some
time retracing those steps

instead of coming in here
and fucking blowing my life

and all my coke while your life
needs the fucking Jaws of Life

because it's a flaming fucking wreck.

Well, what have you been doing
since you got out, Dawn?

What have you been doing?
Who have you been doing?

- Maybe that's an easier question.
- No one.

Well, we know that's
a goddamn lie, right?

'Cause you done one, son.

Oh, okay, fuck it. You know what?

Two people.

- Two?
- Unless head counts.

You know what? Fuck it.

Three people, and the
only fuck I'm ashamed of

since I got out of the joint is you.

- Oh, that's nice. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, you know, maybe
this whole friends thing

isn't really working out.

Yeah, maybe 'cause all
day, all I've been doing

is trying to be your
friend and help you.

- Mm.
- This is bullshit.

Telling everyone that you've changed.

You turned her birthday
into the fucking Mo show.

What? This is all for her!

So booking your musical heroes

and your favorite composer

to write and record
your song was for her?

Okay, you know what? She's
the fucking artist, dude!

- I know that.
- Isn't that what this whole trip is, hmm?

To protect the music, keep it pure.

But no, this is another ego trip, right?

- It's a what?
- Yeah.

- A what?
- Yeah.

- What?
- I see you, Mo.

I fucking see you, and
you're mad but not at me.

You're mad at you, 'cause no matter

what you tell yourself,
today and every fucking day

is still all about you.

Do you have any idea how much pressure

- you put on that poor girl?
- Oh, my God.

- Did you ever...
- She's trying to make it.

Who gives a shit? It's pressure.

What do you mean who gives a shit?

Did you ever hear that
pressure busts pipes?

Did you ever hear that
pressure makes diamonds?

Yeah, I learned that on Black Monday

when you tried to pressure me

to marry you with a fucking diamond.

I hate jazz!

See what you fucking did?

Who are you?

Okay, so we're losing our mind.

With good reason.

There's somebody out there,

waiting, watching,

probably sharpening something

or-or cutting the eyes out of photos.

It's time to stop hiding
and start killing

or be killed, killer.

Get out of my head, you me!

So I guess I see now how
all of this was kind of

exactly the opposite of what you wanted.

And it only took a day and a half.

That's so helpful. Thank you, Dawn.

So look, the guys are
gonna be here for a bit.

Do you wanna jump back in
there and do some pop stuff?

Mo, Mo, I love every
part of being with you

except working with you,

and if we're gonna give
this till death thing a shot,

we can't go down the same
route as you and Dawn,

or we'll kill each other.

No offense.

- The guy's a fucking maniac.
- She's completely unhinged.

Yeah, so I know that's not
exactly what you want.

No, no, no, no, it's not...
I just want you to be happy.

Okay? I'm sorry about all this.

Well, remember you said that,

'cause I'm thinking I want Dawn to...

- To go back to prison?
- No, to...

- Leave the country?
- No.

- To fuck off and die.
- No.

To manage my career...

... for the label,

if she'll have me.

Whoa, I-I don't know
shit about this shit.

- Well, there you go.
- But I'd be honored.

Yes, I mean, uh, Mo was
right about one thing.

You know, I need to get off the mat

and start kicking dick again.

You know what? I get it.

I do. Actually, I-I-I get it.

I don't want us, you know,
to become us either,

and, you know, with me out of the way,

I think you two could
make a pretty mean team.

So if that's what you want,
baby, happy birthday.

Mm.

Well, fuck you too.

- Fuck you.
- Mm.

Oh, okay, babe, babe.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, sorry, babe, sorry, babe.

Start killing or be killed.

Start killing or be killed.

Start killing or be killed.

I'm coming for you motherfuckers!

Fuck!

Oh, God, whoa. Shut your shit.

We're about to watch our
sympathy commercial, please.

Decent slot, smack in the middle

- of Must See TV Thursday.
- Mm-hmm.

Thursday.

I've been in there for two days.

I've lost time!

Guys, shh, it's on. It's on, shh.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Just as Jesus forgave,

we ask you to forgive.

I'll never betray you, JC.

Oh, see? You couldn't even tell.

I didn't know you were gonna be in it.

May the Lord be with you.

- Wow.
- Oh, Tiff too.

Sexy.

Forgiveness by Pfaffashions.

- Wow.
- I loved it!

- What'd you think?
- Corkie, did you love it?

- What was your favorite part?
- Yeah.

- She's smiling.
- She's speechless.

I feel like that's gonna
mean a lot to the family.

Okay, okay,

it's time to stop being hunted

and become the hunter.

So where do we start?

I'm glad you asked.

We've got a few ideas.

? We've got a few ideas ?

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