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It's Showtime tonight

Previously on Black Monday...

Ms. Nomi Maldana,

our latest signing
to KokoMo Co Records.

And your fiancée.
We're getting hitched, y'all.

Yeah.

At some point in your life,

you stopped caring
about anybody but yourself.

From now on,
I'm gonna be good and true.

How about unlimited power,
sex, and money?

A million dollars went missing
from the company last night.

Political donations are
a legitimate business expense.

Fuck it, I'm through.
Whoo! Whoo!

Ooh, baby, baby

Baby, baby

Ooh, baby, baby

Baby, baby

Get up on this

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Pssh, ah, push it!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby pop

Yeah, you, come here,
give me a kiss

Better make it fast
or else I'm gonna get pissed

Can't you hear
the music's pumpin' hard

Like I wish you would?

Now push it

Push it good

Push it real good!

Ah, push it

Nancy, hello.
Good to see you.

Don't work too hard.
Hey, Diane.

Get up on this

Push-push-push it, push it

We can't afford this.

Okay, I am the one
they call "Jeansus."

Okay, well then call me
"Jew-das."

Emphasis on the Jew, okay?

That's what I've been
calling you behind your back.

What the--

-Fuck is this?
-Ooh, boy.

Tiff.

-Tiff.
Baby girl.

Wow.

That's enough, Dustin.

I am so sorry.

I can't imagine what it's like
to lose a father

who didn't kidnap you.

Pastor was an amazing man.

Yeah, well, at least
he's with God now.

And Jesus, right?
Was Jesus up there too?

I-I know there's a third one.
Uh, is it ghost?

Silence, usurper.

Corkie, if there's
absolutely anything you need,

please, just say the word.

The word.

Sorry, you have to laugh
in times like these.

Yeah.

Tiff, could I ask you

to take care
of the pastor's funeral?

I can't.

Of course, of course.
I would love to.

Daddy left very
detailed instructions,

and his funeral must rival
the King of Kings himself.

Oh, a giant stone to roll
in front of his tomb

-à la Christ the King.
-Okay.

A gold casket
à la Tut the King.

NDAs for his affairs
à la Martin Luther the King.

Chicken à la King. Wow.

Well, at least the church
is sending him off in style.

Oh, as if.
The church is completely broke.

Turns out living in a jet
that never lands adds up.

Sure.

But we've been doing so well.

It shouldn't be a problem,
right, Tiff?

I'm sorry, you expect
Pfaffashions to pay for this?

I spent a lot of time

getting this company
ready to go public,

and we can't be seen spending
money on a funeral like this.

The Street is gonna go crazy.

Blessfully, it's not up to you.
It's up to the board.

Tiff, me, Daddy--whose vote
I now control--you, and Larry.

All those in favor?

-Opposed?
-Yeah, fucking nay.

Ooh, it looks like nay
is for horses, Keith.

Uh, not that funny. Okay.

-You're right.
-No.

We do have to laugh.

-You have to laugh.
-We have to laugh!

Especially when it's hard.

Why don't we laugh

and then not spend the cash?

How 'bout that?

Tiff, thank you.

Keith, fudge you.

What the fuck, Tiff?

This is corporate suicide
and actual murder.

When Larry finds out about
this, he's going to kill me.

I have tried
to tell you this,

this is my company,

and if I wanna use my money
on a roast

of Allah à la Alan King,
then I will.

What the fuck is that?

I think it's like
a Friars Club roast

of the Muslim god Allah.

I can't believe she expects me
to do all this by Saturday.

Cork, Corks, Corksie.

Corkie!

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How you doing, Mo?

What's that supposed to me--
mean?

You see what you--

Made me do, Dawn? Fuck.

Somebody woke up on
the wrong side of the bed.

I didn't wake up on any side
of any bed, okay?

I'll have you know I was up
having sex all night, so.

Mm, well, cool.

So again,
how are you doing, Mo?

Never better.

Woman I love, check.
Job I love, check.

Form of payment I receive
for royalties

for the woman I love
song I love

at the job I love, check.

Whoever said a man
can't have it all?

Uh, literally no one ever.

It just seems to me like
you're having

a little trouble
keeping up with Nomi.

What? Why would you say that?

'Cause your dye's
running faster

than Flo-Jo, Bootsy Collins.

Oh, shit.

Okay, one joke, two icons.
Pretty good there.

Thank you.

Don't you worry
about that, okay?

And don't worry about this.

It's just a little
nagging injury

that I got when I Bruce Leroyed
the Leighman Brothers' door.

Look, I know everybody out
there thinks that I robbed

the cradle, but you are
only as old as you feel.

And I feel absolutely--

Hey, boss. I got all that stuff
you asked for.

Coke to stay up,
vikes to stay upright,

dick pills to stay hard,
and Ex-Lax to stay soft.

Dawn, did you know
our man is constipated?

-Yes! I can see it in his eyes.
-Jaundice.

Why don't you get
the fuck out, Yasshole.

Wow, someone woke up
on the wrong side of the bed.

I was having sex all night!

Look, Mo, there's no shame
in admitting that you and Nomi

are in different stages of life

and digestive regularity.

We're in the exact
same stage, okay?

That's the honeymoon stage.

-Don't worry, I'm doing great.
-Okay, fine.

Dawn.

Just the person
I wanted to see.

We're having
an engagement dinner...

-Mm-hmm.
-Saturday at 11:00. You in?

Oh, for sure, but isn't 11:00
more like an engagement brunch?

11:00 p.m., Mee-maw.
This one.

I know you're used
to the early bird special

-'cause you're old as shit.
-That'll do.

Okay. Okay.
Well, love you.

Love you.

Ah! Fuck!

God damn it!

Brushing your chompers, huh?

Uh-huh.

The old pearly whites.

-Nice.

How's the funeral
planning going?

Ugh.
Corkie is a real diedzilla.

Oh!

Tiff.

Oh, I'm having a bear
of a week myself,

and it's not even hump day.

But I guess they call me
the "it boy" not the "sit boy."

Just got back-to-backs
all morning.

And tomorrow,
I have to give

the Medal of Freedom
to a police dog.

And then Saturday, I have

Pastor Swafford's funeral,
and--

Was that a spit take or just
run-of-the-mill tooth brushing?

-That's insane.
-The police dog? I know.

But he was the only cop

we could be sure
wasn't a white supremacist.

No, Corkie will freak out at me
if you show up at that funeral.

She's already pissed that I let
Keith take over the company,

and he's pissed that
we're paying for this thing.

Why would Corkie be mad at me?

I shot her dad's TV,
not her dad.

You fucked her husband
to death.

-Okay.
-It's bad.

But that's exactly
why I have to be there.

His death has stirred up
all of my old scandals,

and the RNC feels like
the best way

to reassure my religious base

is to give
a very moving eulogy.

There's no confusion
on that one.

They want you
to give the eulogy?

I mean,
that is even more insane

than how many cops
are white supremacists.

Not really, when you consider
the American policing system

was initially designed to
protect white property owners.

Okay, Blair.

Do you think I want to do this?

The last time I took the stage,
I took a bullet.

And that was before two people
very close to me

were killed
under mysterious circumstances.

I'm afraid if I don't do this,
I might be next.

The RNC is very scary.

Well, then maybe
it's for the best.

Maybe it's time
to just walk away.

-Please let me do a tight five.
-No!

I'll open, I'll close.
I'll host.

I won't middle because you've
gotta draw the line somewhere.

I'm sorry, I have three days
to plan a dream funeral.

So unless you know
what color coffin skirt

goes with a gold casket then--

-American flag.
-Thank you. Thank you.

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Well, if it isn't
the six million doll hair man.

My plugs looks great and you
know it, Congressman Fuck Face.

You look like
a Chia Pet cemetery.

Yeah, well, you--
you look like a fuck face.

Do you just come up
with these on the spot?

And what's going on?
I thought we had

a nice moment the other night.

Oh, yeah, I can't keep track

of all of these
shifting dynamics.

Um, how is all of that
going for you?

Been going to Housecat a lot,
you know, try to reconnect

-with Mike and--

Okay, I need you
to convince Corkie

to let me give
her dad's eulogy.

What? How? Why?

Because I'll give back
the million dollars

of company money
Tiff donated to my campaign.

Wow, am I really
in the business

of selling eulogies now?

You've carved out
quite a nice little corner

of the world
for yourself, there, Keith.

Well, if the Catholic church
can sell tickets to heaven,

you got a deal.

-Ho!
-I was gonna do that.

I was gonna do that.

Mo!
-I'm back here.

Room on the right.

Whose fucking house is this?

And what the fuck is up
with that cast?

Do you ever just be doing
normal shit like reading?

Ugh, apparently,
I "aggravated my injury"

because of my
"reckless behavior,"

and now I have a condition
called "shin crumble"

which is threatening my ability
to have two legs "long-term"

because I treated my walking
cast

"like a joke"
and my doctor's instructions

as if they were
"in air quotes," so.

Well, you know what?
At least now, you have to rest

'cause there's no hiding
this shit from Nomi.

Oh, really?

Twinsies.

Fine, look,
maybe you were right.

Maybe Nomi and I are in
different stages of our life.

Wait, is that what this is?

Did you buy this house for her?

Oh, my God, Mo,
you've known her

for, like, nine days.

Well, when you know, you know.
You know?

Yeah, but does she know
about this house?

Eh--I--

-I wanted to surprise her.

But then I started worrying
that, you know,

maybe this isn't
what she wants right now.

I don't know.

It is dope.

It could be, right?
-Yeah. Oh, my God.

Once you fix it up.

It's crazy,
this is the exact street

that I told you
I always wanted to live on.

-Yeah, I don't remember that.
-Is that a painting of me?

Mm-mm. No.

It literally says "Dawn" on it.

-Yeah?
-Give me a second,

the pain meds are...

uh, yeah, that's Telma Hopkins
from the band Dawn, obviously.

Mo, I cannot believe

how much she looks like me.

Yeah, it's unbelievable.
Hey, me, me.

Oh, yes, I'm sorry.

Okay, look, um,

you just have to be up-front
with her before the wedding.

You know,
you'll reach a compromise.

Or...

at the very least, you'll
realize it wasn't meant to be.

Either way, I don't know,

it's better to know
the day before

than the day after.

Trust me, you know, I...

I wish I'd have known
way sooner that--

Spencer was in
a different world.

You know, he does look a lot

like an older version
of Dwayne Wayne.

Hmm?

No, I meant a different world
than where I come from.

Oh, one in which you weren't
constantly cheating on him.

Yeah, with you.

-Well, still.

Well, are you gonna
talk to her or not?

-Yes. Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Hey, can you make me
a sandwich?

Fine. What do you want?

You to go to the grocery store

and get everything
to make me a sandwich.

Now do you see why building
a rig to fly the casket

over the church
is time- and cost-prohibitive?

I have to say, Tiff,
I don't see it.

Okay. Really?

A heavy casket
with your father in it?

Just some sort
of a pulley system, or...

What would you say

if I could give the pastor
everything he wanted

and save your church
in the process?

Oh, well, I'd say,
what do I have to do?

Just let little old Keithy

take care
of the funeral arrangements.

You had me at
"let little old Keithy

take care
of the funeral arrangements."

That was literally
the last thing that I said.

Bye. Bye, Corkie.
It's been real.

Oh, free!

She's really running.

She kinda does that
in stressful situations.

Okay. Let's take a look here,

uh, at your binder.

All right, so food,
obviously, a big thing.

-Do we wanna do food?
-Absolutely.

I think Daddy said he'd like

to start off
with filet mignon for apps.

-For apps?
-Yes.

We have, uh, what,
35,000 people in attendance?

That's a rough estimate.
Anywhere between 35 and 40.

-Thousand.
-Thousand.

Okay, uh...

You ever have a Steak-umm?

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Ah.

Nine o'clock?

Ahh!

What time is it?

Uh, what the fuck?

Ma'am.

You didn't tell Nomi
the truth, did you?

No, I didn't tell her.

I was going to, but instead,
I sawed off my cast,

and now I have something
called, uh, powder foot.

What the fuck is wrong
with you, Mo?

-Huh?
-I love her, okay?

I don't wanna lose her.

I know my old ass
has no business being with her.

Come on, you said you wanted
to be friends, so prove it.

I cannot show up
at my own engagement party

in a fucking wheelchair.

Well, how the fuck are we
supposed to hide that thing?

Whee!

Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, my God.
Dawn, what happened?

Ah, Father Time finally
caught up with the old girl.

-Both hips, blammo.
-What?

She's basically being
held together by pants.

Dawn, but I saw you
this morning.

It's insane, right?
Yeah, emergency surgery.

Thank God,
caught it just in time.

-Wow.
-Fuck, should you be at dinner

if you just had
emergency surgery?

You definitely shouldn't
be here.

She's fine.

Okay, we're gonna
go over here now, Dawny.

-I can hear.
-Right.

You're just old,
you're not deaf.

Excuse me, guys. Beep, beep.

Hey, fuck face.

I already planned
one funeral for today.

Don't make me plan another.

I ordered these Bibles
à la King James,

not these generic shits
that you sent.

Keith, what did you do?

Exactly what the reverend
would have wanted.

Why pay for a funeral
when we can have

the congregation pay
for a resurrection?

You sold my daddy's funeral?

Everything that's not
nailed down.

That's why we still have
Jesus' hands and feet.

Keith, my father would...

love this.

Right?

But he might not love this.

What in the Hellmann's
mayonnaise is he doing here?

Okay, he gave us
a million bucks,

and all we had to give him
was the, uh, eulogy.

Corkie, thank you so much

for giving me this honor
to honor your father.

There's not a snowball's
chance in Detroit

that that murderer
is giving my dad's eulogy.

Do snowballs fare pretty well
in Detroit?

I think she meant hell.

That feels racist.

Corkie,
I didn't kill your father.

I meant Roger.

She's kinda got you there.

You killed Roger.

No, I didn't.

Keith, I thought you said
you worked it out.

I said I would work it out,
and I still could.

Blair, you've caused me
so much pain.

I mean, couldn't you at least
spare me today of all days?

Funeral's off!
Okay.

No one's getting
buried today!

Well, that's sort of
the blessing and the curse

of being born
with double-jointed hips.

Mm.

It made me quite
the advanced lover...

But eventually caught up to me.

No worries, though.

Doc said I'd be down to pound
in six to eight weeks max.

It don't make sense, though.

Is your doctor a porn star?
They said down to pound?

Or it makes perfect sense
because that's literally

what happens to everybody
when they get old.

Oh, please, enough about me.

Nomi, girl, did I hear

they are playing your song
at the club now?

Yes, they're playing
her song at the club.

I know.

I still can't believe it.

Oh, you know what?

It feels to me
like you are about to--

what's the opposite
of settle down?

-Take off?
-Yes, that's it.

I hope so.

In my head, I've already
got the tour scheduled.

I wanna hit the road,
see the world.

-Oh, the world is huge.
Hey, how about a toast?

Yes.
-Yes.

To the two most important girls
in my life.

Mm.

My old, old, old,
old, old, old,

dusty, dusty, rocking chair
old friend, Dawn.

Who risked her health
to be here

fresh out of a hospital bed.

Ah, you know what?
This is an important toast.

Please, stand up
so everyone can hear you.

Pretty sure everybody
can hear me, Dawn.

What?

Really?
-See?

-Well, I'll stand up.
Okay.

It's no big deal to stand up.

Who's worried about
standing up?

So I'm standing up.
And there it is.

I did it. I stood up.

Maybe you should come and stand

between your two
favorite girls, right?

Aw.
That's a good spot.

Okay, right there. Here I come.

-I will put this here.
Yes.

And I'll come right over there.

Sure.
Yeah, come on.

I'm gonna--I'm gonna come
with some style.

A little flair.

Ooh, whoa. All right.

Ooh. La-da!

And just one more space,
and then I'm here.

Easy. Okay.

Where was I?

Nomi, to you,

the love of my life.

You know, as an orphan, I never
really knew what home meant.

Then I met you.

That's a thing?

And yeah, the road?
Sure, it's fun,

but home is where the heart is,

and that's why
the greatest tour

is the tour of the heart...

Mm.

At home where your heart is.

-Okay.
-Uh...

Love you, babe.

-Mm, love you too, Mo.
-Yeah, to Nomi.

-Now, let's--
-Eat. Oh, my God.

We're so in
the same stage of life,

we're finishing
each other's sentences.

-Uh-huh. I was gonna say dance.
Oh!

Great idea.
You all better get out there.

That's what you do.

Come on, boo. Hmm?

Choo. Coo-coo-coo-coo.

Aren't you coming?

We're dancing--
well, I would, but you know,

Dawn and her bitch-ass hips.
I don't wanna leave her.

No, no, no, no, no, I'm good.
Actually, go, go, go dance

Yeah, that's what somebody
says when they're not good

and they want you
to stay, stay, stay.

I mean, come on, look at her.

She's single at an engagement
party in a wheelchair.

Well, why don't we just
take her with us then?

Okay, okay, I'll do it.
I'll do it. I'll do it.

I mean,
she's just really heavy,

and I don't want you to pull
a muscle doing anything.

Okay.
Yeah, so we'll be out here.

And I will be there.

I swear to God, I am gonna
backflip out of this chair

and go fuck Johnny Gill
right there on the dance floor.

-Who cares?
-People who say that.

Can I have a moment? Please?

Haven't you done enough?

I'm leaving.
I just wanted to apologize.

For real.

I know you hate me, and I know
you blame me for everything.

But I loved Roger.

I know that's hard to hear,
but it's true.

And I never would have put him
in danger like that.

I didn't release our tape.

I just wanted...
you to know that--

I know.

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He did.

Come on, Blair.

I mean, if anybody
knew how evil

my father was, it's me.

And I know you didn't kill
Roger.

I just lost everything,

and I thought
I needed a scapegoat.

But it turns out keeping
an emotional support goat

on my fire escape
was really not a good idea.

It sounds messy.

Then I decided to blame you.

'Cause facing the real person

was too painful to accept.

For what it's worth,
my dad sucked too.

He did?

Yeah.

I'm sorry for coming.

And I'm sorry
for your loss...es.

Wait.

I want you to give the eulogy.

Really?

If...you tell the truth
about my dad.

The world needs to know
that he was a monster.

Thank you.

-She buy it?
-Yeah.

I make it rain
at the party

OG, everybody here know me

Everybody here know me

I'm the OG,
everybody here know me

I make it rain
at the party

OG, everybody here know me

Everybody here know me

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-Oh.

-Huh?
-Come on.

Heh, oh, okay, well, I mean,
probably the appetizers

are probably getting
a little cold, right?

Let's take it to the table.

Come on, I love this song.

Maybe Dawn could just
sit this one out.

-Oh, yes, gladly.
Oh, oh, no, no, no.

Ah!

She told me that she's gotta
go to the bathroom, so yeah.

Ah, sounds like a job
for Yassir.

Yassir, back the fuck up.
I got it.

Okay. Mo, what the fuck?

You've been acting weird
as hell all night.

Okay, shit, I'm just gonna
tell you the truth.

-Oh, thank God. Finally.
-Great. Thank you.

When Dawn spins around
like this,

she really has to piss,
and when she goes

she starts pissing everywhere,

and I don't want it
to get all over us.

-It's not your fault.
All right, okay.

No, no, no, no.

All right, you know what?
I'm out.

You guys can just piss all
over each other all night

for all I care.

Happy engagement party.

Okay, Nomi, come on, Nomi.

-P-p-p-pissing's not my thing!
-Nomi.

I promise I'm not into that.

Hey, I-I know this is
terrible timing,

but could you wheel me
to the bathroom?

'Cause I actually
do have to piss.

And we're back from commercial
in five.

Grab those tissues,
we're crying.

Four.
We're grabbing our wallets.

Three. Remember to give us
those donations.

Two. And cue the medium wash
on stage.

I love it, Ron, looking good.

We're about to bring out
the body.

Good luck, everybody.
Here we go.

I don't know how you did it,
but, uh, thank you.

I mean, I thought this thing
was gonna go to hell.

Well, now only
Pastor Swafford is.

Okay, cue the models.
Cue the models.

Check this shit out.

Let's look sexy, sexy, sexy.

And let's show off that denim.

I'm sorry, are the pallbearers
modeling Pfaffashions?

Yeah, it's genius, right?
Free advertising.

This thing's gonna get
a 22 share.

Watch, our sales
are gonna skyrocket.

And show me that tushy.
All right.

You really are
a piece of shit, Shankar.

Well, this POS is about
to SOS your wife's IPO.

So it's time for you to go.

Remember, plug the donations.
We're close to our goal.

And if you can
slip in Pfaffashions,

that would be great, okay?

Into the Lord's Prayer?

You can do it. Break a leg.
Go, go.

All right.

Great, give me voice of God
in three, two.

And now, to delivery
the pastor's eulogy,

he's your congressman,

Blair...

Pfaff!

Pick up your cues.
Pick up your cues.

Blair Pfaff.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Camera one.

We gather here to bury a man.

Some would say a great man,

but the truth is...

...the truth is...

...the truth is...

Pastor Swafford was...

so much more than that.

He was a direct messenger
of the Lord.

I feel Pastor Swafford
rising up

just like our family values
revolution is rising up

against the Communist, Marxist,

socialist, radical left.

Go ahead.
Say, "I told you so."

No. No.

Look, she just needs
to cool down tonight.

Tomorrow, you'll come clean,

and I'm sure
she will understand.

I hope you're right.

Ah, okay.

Thanks, Dawny.

-Again.

You're welcome, again.

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What the fuck?

I can walk!

Oh, my God, it's a miracle!
I can walk!

Oh, Hallelujah!
Praise Jesus!

Praise Jesus indeed.

Can you help us get over
that heavenly hump?

Can you spare it?

Can you spare us from a life
without our leader?

Raise your hand if you can
take us to the promised land!

Yes, yes, yes, oh!

It's a miracle! It's a miracle!

Take it away, Pastor Swafford!

Cue the video.

Hello. It. Is. Me.

-Newell Swafford, pastor.
-Yes!

I love!
All of you.

Thank you. Fore!
Resurrecting me.

Like Jesus, I am going home.

See you soon.

God was nice. Good bye.

Yes!

You all deserve some thanks.

Get on up here. Get on up here.

We are not worthy!
We are not worthy!

Whoo!

Uh, no refunds.

Thanks for coming.

Run!

Fuck. Nomi.

What you reading?

Uh. It's a jerk mag.

I was gonna go have
a little Mo party,

but now I'm too sad.

Hey, hey, stop. Stop.

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I don't want this.

Okay, I understand.

If you can't be real with me
about a fucked up leg,

what else am I gonna
have to worry about?

So that's why I think

if you ever hide some shit
from me again,

it's over.

Don't you think I don't know
you're older than me?

You use talcum powder
as deodorant.

It's healthier.

And your hair, it was
salt-and-pepper yesterday,

and now it's just pepper.

I was going for something.

Well, we'll figure it out.

'Cause I love your old ass.

I love you too, Nomi.

-Come here.
-Okay.

How'd you find me?

Dawn, she told me everything.

Oh.

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

Yeah, I guess she is.

You like your new house?

-Yeah, I love it.
-Oh, good.

Yeah.

Ooh, what's that painting?

Oh, my God.
Does nobody know the band Dawn?

I'll get rid of it.

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