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Previously on "Black Monday"...

Pfaffashions goes public in 12 weeks,

so I'm here to trim the fat.

I'm DJing at House Cat.

Stop by. Be good to see you.

I want Dawn to manage my career.

It was your woman that ordered the McDLT.

You wish that we had had

the same kind of relationship that Nomi and I have.

Is that why Nomi asked me to hold on to her ring?

You should worry. Somebody's out to kill you.

Who are you vultures?

The killers obviously.

- Whoa! - Aah!

Ohh...

Man, these three are so underrated.

These guys didn't just go into the studio,

- play their head, and blow. - Exactly.

- This is thoughtful shit. - Yeah.

I'd love to make a trio record like this.

And you can, if you sign with Kokomo Co Records.

We're a pure jazz label for serious musicians

like yourself, Ellis... no bullshit here.

- Uh... - That. Yeah.

"Girls Just... Girls Just Want to Have Fun".

It's not jazz, but a powerful message, nonetheless, right?

? I come home ?

? In the morning light ?

Sorry, i-is this the Alvin and the Chipmunks version?

I'm not, uh, familiar with...

I don't... good ear. Actually, one second, Ellis.

- Right back. - ? Girls, they wanna have ?

- ? Fu-un ? - Hey.

? Oh, girls ?

- ? They wanna have fun ? - Hey.

What the fuck is going on out here?

We are celebrating.

The Chipmunks just went platinum.

I got one of the most important jazz drummers

in the... wow.

Ha. Stunning.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Look, this guy sitting in my office

has offers from every jazz label in the fucking city,

and you guys are out here wilding out

on some literal cartoon shit.

I'm sorry, but Dawn hooked us up with some stacks, so...

Jesus Christ.

And how many goddamn times you gonna remodel the office?

I needed a new fish tank.

- You needed what? - A fish tank!

Uh...

how'd I miss the sharks?

It's cool, right? That one has stripes.

Hey, uh, could you put a little more fabric

in the, you know, everywhere?

She's-she's supposed to look rich, not expensive.

And you know what, fuck you, Yass.

You're supposed to be on my team

and in that goddamn meeting.

You don't like my Grammy outfit?

No, no, no, it's not that, babe, I love it. Really.

It's-it's-it's gorgeous.

I just wish it left a little bit more to the imagination.

- Where? - Yassir.

One second, queen.

- There you go. - Ah, thank you.

You know, Mo,

it's called the Grammys, not the Grandmas.

- Mm. - And the audience

has no imagination, okay?

She's got one shot to make a first impression on 'em,

and it's gonna be, "God damn!"

Can you take this up...

Yassir, you think we need to see more ass?

You definitely wanna peek a cheek, you know?

Isn't this exciting, Mo?

Dawn got us invited to Clive Davis's party.

Mm, well, as you know, I think awards for art

- are wack as shit. - Oh.

You should win a Grandma for that sentence.

Come on.

Look at the Emmys alone.

They get Lead Actor in a Comedy wrong every year.

- Mm. - You're telling me

that dude from Empty Nest is funnier than Kadeem Hardison?

Psshh! Gimme a break.

And what about Gimme a Break!?

And what about Gimme a Break!?

- Ohh... - Don't help me.

Listen. Your business is your business,

but right now, your business is fucking with my business.

Keep that trash down.

Whoa, wait a minute, excuse you?

That trash, along with the other artists that I sign,

is keeping you in business

with guys like little drummer boy in there...

- Okay... - Who, in success,

would probably be a net loss.

- Shh! - And definitely a net

- who the fuck cares? - Hey, hey, hey, hey,

calling Alvin and the Chipmunks artists

is like me calling you to find out

where I could find some artists.

What?

I'm saying she doesn't know where artists would be,

so why would I call her to ask where artists are?

We got it. It's just, why do it?

I don't know shit. Hmm.

Well, that's surprising, 'cause it looks like

I'm the bitch who came up with the idea

to sign those fucking rats with blowouts

to record a full album

that just sold one million copies.

Ho, ho!

Look, if you want me to drop the 'Munks

and all the other acts that line your pockets,

just say the word.

But you might have to sell my dreamhou...

Oh, sorry...

- your dream house. - Aah!

Don't do that to him.

You're the boss.

- What the fuck? - But you know what?

Either hit this or hit the road, jack.

Oh, shit! Light bulb!

Get the California Raisins to record "Hit the Road, Jack".

Yassir, call and find out

who manages those racist little fruits.

Who manages the actual raisins...

- Mm... - Or the voices of the raisins?

? Girls just wanna have fun ?

? Girls, they wanna ?

? Wanna have fun ?

Fun! Are the Coreys coming over

or are you just trying to drop a quick ten again?

Neither. One of the heads of the NASDAQ, Doug Blackmore,

is coming to "review" our "financials"

and give us our final sign-off on the IPO.

So everything has to be perfect,

which means you do not have to go home,

- but you can't stay here. - So, I do have to not go home?

Why don't you go get a little breath of fresh, okay?

You have been moping around this house for weeks.

Don't you need Keith for this?

I mean, you don't exactly know how Pfaffashions runs

from a financial standpoint... or any standpoint.

That's part of my charm.

But this guy doesn't care about the 'nancials.

He's a booze hound and a whore hound.

All I have to do is provide a venue safe from his wife

where he can get sky high and blown dry,

and then the IPO is good to go.

So wait, you're just gonna watch him while he...

Blair, no. That's disgusting.

I'm gonna go to Giancarlo's and watch while he does that to me.

- Lucky. - I'm just gonna let Doug in

and then scamper off.

This is one of those classic rubber stamp situations

where nothing could possibly go wrong no matter what.

Fuck. Speak of the devil.

Giancarlo's downstairs, and Doug's not here yet.

- What do I do? - I can let him in.

I can let him in. Yes, please!

Tiff, this is the perfect chance to turn myself around.

Please, it would make me feel so much better if I could

help a friend bribe one of the heads of the NASDAQ

with a drug-fueled fuck fest.

I won't let you down.

Fine. You can let Doug in,

but don't forget to act straight

and then get the fuck out immediately.

Love you. Bye.

God, I gotta bring something for the road.

Ooh, did you just

dry swallow all those?

- Are you okay? - Yeah, fine. Never better.

- Why? - Is that why you're playing,

like... five records at the same time?

It's one record.

Avant-garde free jazz,

- which you would know, if... - Talk to me, Mo.

I feel like shit hasn't been right with us since...

Since you decided that you didn't want the public

to know about our relationship?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Hey, you said you were okay with the McDLT thing

and Dawn taking over my career.

And she's doing a great job, right?

That's all because of you, baby.

- Yeah. - Mm.

It's just... I miss you.

Me too.

Are you sure you don't want to come to the Grammys with us?

Hmm?

- Mm... - Come on!

It'll be a fun weekend.

And, I mean, you could use a vacation,

since your friend exploded.

- He did explode. - Yeah.

And would it kill you to play the game a little?

Quincy Jones didn't become Quincy Jones

by just... sittin' at home.

No, he became Quincy Jones

by doing things like rejecting Marilyn Monroe

because she had, quote, "tits like pears".

God damn it, that's a cool motherfucker!

But aren't you, you know,

kind of ashamed to be seen with me or whatever?

Oh, fuck all that.

Look, if I can't share it with you, I don't want it.

Ta-da?

- Oh ho ho! - Mm-hmm.

- Magic. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Mmm...

There ya go.

- Oh my God. - Just, uh...

- It's just so much going on. - Just... shh.

Yo yo, bro bro. "Do you take drugs, Danny?"

"Every day". Caddyshack, am I right?

- Wait... - Ha ha... we have got a spread

that would make Chevy Chase jizz.

- No... - Pros are on their way.

SEC papers are on the table.

Do you want to just bang those out

before you start banging out those hos, or...

Get this shit outta here. Are you insane?

I quit all this after I ended up tip-to-tip

with my brother-in-law at a masked sex fiesta

and he recognized my signature Dalmatian dick

and told my wife!

- So, it's spotted? - Yeah, it's spotted.

Spotted all over town getting sucked.

Ha! No, but is it actually spotted?

Or did you just say Dalmatian dick

to get to "it gets sucked all the time".

- Both. - Ha.

If she sees that, she will leave me,

and you can kiss your IPO goodbye.

I guess this is when I say thank God she's not here.

- I'm here. - Ohh!

How were the stairs?

I am so proud of you for taking seriously Dr. Cohen's orders

- to exercise more. - Ohh...

- Not in these heels. - Ha ha.

Mrs. Blackmore, what a delightful surprise.

I've heard so much great stuff about you.

Congressman Pfaff.

I wish I could say the same about you.

Yuh-huh.

Sir, would you mind

taking your wife's coat

and just tucking it into the coat closet

- just right there to the left? - Okay.

There ya go.

And what's for dinner?

- I'm starving. - Oh, good!

Because we've got food... comin'.

While you're in there, you should

check out that track lighting.

And I-I put in a dimmer!

Mike, I can't thank you enough

for giving me this... second chance.

- As friends. - I-as friends.

I know. I'm just having so much fun,

and I want you to see me just be okay with being me.

I don't need to hide anymore from anyone.

Well, not that anyone could ever recognize you

with that beat on.

And I just want you to know

I will never lie to you again.

Thank you. That really means a lot, coming from you...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- It's probably my kids, uh... - Yeah.

Hey, guys, uh, I'm with Mike, my friend.

Everything okay?

Ditch the dud and get your ass over here right now.

Ha ha. Okay, well, uh, I'll-I'll talk to you later.

- Okay... - Blackmore brought his wife,

who actually controls the IPO,

and she wants to see a full financial report.

And Tiff's not answering.

Not that she could help with that either.

And we don't have food.

Not that she could help with that either, either.

Oh, fu... udge...

fudge everywhere. Oh my God, uh...

well, you know what, Daddy can't help you

with this mess, uh, Becky.

You gotta clean it up yourself, okay?

Oh, okay. Okay.

Well, I'll just call Larry and have him come over.

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

Yeah, I'll tell him that you're too busy with your himbo

to, uh, to save his IPO. I'm sure he won't care.

No. Okay, look, Daddy will figure something out.

Yeah, that's what I thought. And bring food,

because all we have to eat are drugs.

Thanks, Daddy.

Shit. Um...

I'm so sorry. Uh, my kids need me.

I have to help them. They made a big mess.

And, um, you know what, why don't I run over there,

- check in on them. - Sure, I can come with.

- No. I mean yes. - Yeah.

Yes, I would love that, but we're in the middle

of a-of a-of a non-date night night night.

I don't know. Look, um, can you pull over, please?

I'll just jump out right here, and...

- You kiddi... we're on the FDR! - You meet me at the club.

You get in that line, okay, and then when I get there,

it'll be time to go in. It'll be perfect.

- Keith, I... - I won't be gone long.

- Okay. - Thank you. Yes, this is great.

- Okay, uh... - All right.

- Good luck. - All right, thanks.

- Bye. - See you soon.

Well, well, well. Dawn Darcy.

It's me.

Uh...

Arnie Markowitz? We spoke on the phone?

Wait a minute, you're Arnie Markowitz?

Get the fuck outta here!

Yeah, get the fuck outta here!

We're trying to work the rug, bro.

I would if I could. Ugh. I hate these things.

Yeah.

But I have to support the 15 artists

I have up for 34 Grammys.

I wouldn't have blown you off

if I had known that you were so, um,

well, tall... and handsome,

and, you know, chiseled.

And not as Jewy as your name implies.

I guess, well, what I'm trying to say

is just you are very, uh...

fit.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Well, I'm eager to continue our conversation

about you starting your own independent label with me.

Wait a minute. What-what, hold on, w...

- A conversation about what? - No, no, no.

- No, hold it. - Mo, I can explain.

Are you-are you actually

trying to poach her right from under my very nose?

Right in front of my very eyes?

- I sure am. - Motherfucker,

I will climb up the front of your tall ass

and beat you down the other side.

There's no fucking way I'm letting Dawn

out of her contract. I own her ass, okay?

So get that shit outta your head.

You know what, Arnie, I think I would love

to discuss any opportunities that could arouse.

Dawn,

I think in context what you were

trying to say is "arise".

Shut the fuck up, Yassir!

Hi!

Who wants appetizers?

I'm taking a head count,

because they're almost ready.

I, uh, I need to use your bathroom.

Okay. It's, uh, down the hall on the right.

Just hurry up.

Are you sure you're not scrambling for food

because you had just planned on drugging up my husband

'cause ya heard he's a party animal?

No. That's not a pill.

That is a mint.

- Oh. - Yep.

Well, don't mind if I do.

'Cause, you know, a U.S. Congressman

bribing a head of the NASDAQ with drugs

for his wife's IPO is quite the scandal.

Yeah, it would... you know what, give it here.

My breath... I feel bad,

'cause I have just full dragon breath.

So that's on me.

I, uh, am gonna go check the oven,

'cause whatever's in there's almost ready.

Okay.

Blackmore.

Wha-oh.

Dougy's been a really... bad boy.

You're doing coke off a cough syrup bottle.

Kind of a hat on a hat.

Ooh! All right. Ha.

I don't mind if I do. Ha ha.

- Ooh. - Do... I...

I think we shouldn't have left them.

I should just go find them.

Okay, no. No.

Come on. I told you.

Mo probably just found some old guy to jazz all over.

All right? Just, uh...

chill, and, uh, let's get back to Arnie here.

- Mm. - Um, so what were you saying?

Something about how talented and gorgeous I am?

- Mm, exactly. - Ah!

You have the tools to be a superstar out here,

which is why I wanna give you total control

of your own label, huh?

Sign anybody you want.

Starting with Nomi, of course.

With my backing, we can take you from

anonymous to mononymous.

Madonna. Whitney.

Nomi.

Dawn.

Dawn.

What do you think about that?

I think, well...

I-I gotta go find Mo.

So, I...

Excuse me.

- Tickets. - Oh.

My-my-my ticket is with my girl, Nomi Maldona.

You may have seen her on the carpet.

She's kind of a big deal.

So I'm just gonna go in there and grab it.

No chance. Last time I fell for that one,

guy drop-kicked Randy Newman.

Who gives a shit? I'm gonna get the...

- Hey, man! - Whoa! Hey!

I got this.

Get! Get out of here!

Scram, now! Hey, what's up?

I'm actor Eriq La Salle, but I also do music.

- I'm gonna head in and... - ah!

Good job, Eriq.

So, do you think that Keith and Tiff are close, or...

What?

Oh, fuck!

How would you like to make a thousand bucks?

Sweetie, you're looking a little clammy.

Are you feeling all right?

Nope. Nope. Nope.

I am not, actually. As a matter of fact,

I think I need to go call Dr. Cohn

on the phone in the bedroom.

No! I will get the portable phone.

Sorry I'm late, everybody.

Keith Shankar, Pfaffashions' banker.

You can call me Shankar the Banker.

Ha ha ha.

Where the fuck is the food, Rolando?

Shit.

I ordered from the place downstairs.

- It'll be ready soon. - Chicken Taco Masala?

Yeah, it's Indian, it's Mexican, it's two great tastes.

That taste like shit together.

Uh, let's get this presentation started.

You know, our pretext... should I wait for your husband?

Where the fuck...

I'll take care of him.

Just get the food.

Yeah, I just gotta powder my nose.

What?

Hey. Hey, Rolando.

Hold up, buddy.

Hey, take off my clothes.

As I was saying, darling,

all you have to do is come over to Varnish Records,

discuss a couple of things....

Look, I don't want to lead you on.

Unless maybe it's onto a bed.

With a leash.

Oh, Jesus.

What I'm saying is

maybe we can give each other the business?

But we can't get into business.

Why? You don't want to become

the first female president of a major record label?

Fly around the world on private jets?

Party like and with record stars?

Even if I could get there,

I-I mean, I'd never get Mo there.

Yeah, I'm under contract, and you heard him.

He will never let me out.

This is the music business. Contracts are meaningless.

Our word is worth literally nothing.

Look, I have a friend who just got this new white rapper

out of a deal by hanging him over a balcony.

Allegedly.

- Well, that's terrifying. - No.

- They didn't kill them. - No, I meant a white rapper.

Yeah.

Look, the truth is I can't do that to Mo.

You know, I mean, he can be a huge, selfish,

predictable yet unpredictable,

maniacal suck-a-dick prick...

But, you know, he's my friend.

- I mean, we used to fuck. - Oh.

I mean, we might fuck again.

And we probably will fuck again.

But he's hurt me. Deeply.

I can't forgive him, but I do.

But he's done some horrendous things to me,

and I hate him... but he is my friend.

You understand what I'm saying.

No, I don't.

Dude, what are you doing? Come on, let's go.

L.A. has like a billion parties.

And besides, you said you don't care about

all this Grammy shit.

I don't care about all this Grammy shit, okay?

I care about my relationship with Nomi and Dawn,

and this guy's gonna fuck 'em both up.

He's got the juice to take their careers

to the next level. How can they resist?

Should they?

- Uh, look, man, you know... - Fuck it.

- Just come on. - Mo, come on.

You know what I'm saying.

I just don't think Dawn would fuck you over like that.

Are you kidding me? Our entire relationship

is built on us slowly building up one another's trust

and then fucking the other person over.

Now let's get in this fucking party.

I'm gonna hop the fence.

- Oh! - Allow me.

Good man.

Yes, of course.

Bingo.

I don't think this is...

Mo! Hey! Mo!

- Mo! - The fuck are you doing?

Trust me, darling. just say yes,

and I'll take care of your contract.

What is there to think about? Hmm?

Mo?

Like I said, he'll understand.

- It's just business. - No. Mo.

- And Yassir! - There's nowhere

- to hide. - We got no choice!

? I don't know why ?

? I'm comin' back ?

? When you treat me like you do ?

Hey, you two!

Oh! Hey, hey! What's up, guys?

Oh! I'm with the band. Obviously.

Why else would I be dressed like these idiots?

No offense. Hey, what's up, everybody?

Let's give a big hand for security here.

- Boo! - Yeah...

- Get off the stage! - You get off the stage.

Assh... Don't boo me.

Boo yourselves, okay?

You should boo yourselves, because you're out here

bopping around to this fake music

with the fake drums and fake keyboards.

Y'all are out there with your-your fake hair

and fake tits, which I actually don't mind.

Okay, let me ask you something.

When did they take music out of the music business?

I don't care. I was done!

Dawn.

It's simple.

Do you want to work for yourself or... a joke?

Shake it off, Doug. Fucking shake it off.

Hi!

Who are these women?

- We are prostitute. - Hello.

They mean models. They're just joking.

I-in a way, we're all prostitutes, am I right?

- Yes. We're prostitute. - Hello.

They're here to model some Pfaffashions for you

as a part of the presentation.

Oh! Apologies.

It's just that you're dressed like whores.

Uh, ha, ladies, your looks are in the bedroom,

so why don't you get in there and get changed,

and don't come out until I introduce you.

So, skedaddle, okay?

Thanks.

Dinner's ready. I think. I feel.

So I'm gonna go plate it.

While I talk you two through the broad strokes.

You know, our first quarter was our biggest challenge.

But it also was our biggest triumph.

We got a little bit more conservative

- with our SKUs, and, uh... - Doug.

You-you look pale.

My arrythmia... is h-happening.

Is there somewhere he can lie down?

That is such a wonderful idea, boss.

You know, I... you know, I'd really love

to just super quickly go over the numbers.

Oh, Mr. Shankar, I have studied the numbers,

and they are terrific.

- Oh! - I just wanted to put a face

- to the profits. - Okay.

And though it's been an odd night,

you seem fine enough folks to list with us.

- Oh... - So,

if we could just have Doug lie down,

and then we can start signing.

Uh, okay. Great.

I will, um, take him to the guest room,

and then I'll be back to sign.

Jackpot. She's gonna sign.

Oh. Well, let's sign.

Ooh! Let's eat first.

So, what do we have?

Um, you know, a lot of these recipes were passed down

from the generations and don't have names.

Well then, why don't you just tell me what's in them?

Great idea.

This is, uh, a burrito-type thing,

and it's smothered in a greekfenu-yogurt sauce.

It was my meemaw's specialty.

And this one is a real goddamn head-scratcher.

It smells like curry, but it's made of carnitas,

and it's served with a chip.

And what is a meemaw?

Hey, hey! Where were we?

Well, I was here. And where were you?

I was in the bathroom for like five minutes.

What's the big deal? You haven't even moved.

No, actually, I've been to the bar twice.

And then I went out for a cigarette break.

- Uh-huh. - And then I fucked a rando

- in coat check. - Okay.

Yeah. And then we came back and we danced.

- Okay. - And then we went over

- to Devin's... - Uh-huh.

- And we smoked some crack. - All right.

- And now we're back here. - All right, great.

Keith, I don't know what kind of crazy, fucked-up shit

you're up to, but I'm gonna go to the bathroom for real,

and then I'm gonna come back

and you're gonna tell me the truth,

or I will never talk to you ever again.

Deal. That sounds like a great plan.

- Great plan. - I will stay right here.

Good.

Hey, man, you got a light?

Uh, yeah.

You goin' to the Grammys?

No. fuck that shit.

Right? That shit's corny as hell.

I mean, giving out awards for art? Psshh!

Thank you.

I'm Rasheed.

Oh, Maurice Monroe.

Nice to meet you.

Wait, like, Kokomo Monroe?

Yeah, right.

W... You've heard of me?

Yo, yo, yo, yo! We rock with you.

Me and my boys are huge jazz fans.

That version you did of

"What Are You Doing For the Rest of Your Life"...

Wait a minute, get the fuck outta here.

Y-you listen to my shit?

We don't just listen to it.

Yo, peep this.

- Get the fuck outta here! - I said we rock with you.

- Hey, who's on top? - That's me and my boys.

? Workin' nine to five... ?

- That's dope. - ? Like okay, I'm coolin' ?

- ? With my posse... ? - Okay yeah, that's really dope.

Sign us.

Okay, I'm sorry.

- It's just you here, you know. - No, no, no.

I appreciate the enthusiasm.

But you don't wanna sign with me.

I mean, I got this tiny label.

I'm about to lose my biggest earner,

and I don't have the money to really put you guys on

in a real way, you know what I mean?

Tell you what, give it to me.

I'll pass it on to some guys at some big labels,

and they're gonna know what to do with it.

T-they'll really take care of you.

Nah, man. Fuck that.

I got in the game to make dope music with dope people.

Yeah, me too.

Baby.

I've been lookin' for you all day.

Where have you been?

Someone has my ticket in her purse.

Oh!

- Oh. - Hey.

So, how'd it go with Arnie in there?

Well, he offered me the world. Nomi too, if she comes with.

- Of course. - Even said he could

get us out of our Kokomo Co contracts.

Really? Well, what did you tell him?

No. Well, I'm gonna tell him no.

Right after you tap that,

'cause that muhfucker is...

- Fine as fuck. - Yeah!

But wait a minute, wait a minute.

Why you gonna tell him no?

Uh, well, 'cause you're my friend.

Remember?

I am your friend.

Which is why you gotta take it. Take Nomi with you.

- What? - What?

Yes. Listen.

I love you two more than anybody in the world.

Thanks, boss, but what about Dawn?

I was talking about Dawn and Nomi.

I love you too, Yassir.

Yes-ah!

I just want what's best for you, okay?

And I know that I've just been holding you guys back,

but it's 'cause I'm scared of losing you.

That's-that's-that's my shit, you know what I mean?

But that shit's not me.

And there's some other shit I was reminded of today,

some deep shit.

Shit's crazy, you know what I mean?

Sorta... but there's a lotta shits...

- I said shit a buncha times. - And I got confused...

Smurf, you know, it's like you use it for everything.

Yeah, maybe I should just be specific.

What I'm saying is... I want what's best for you guys.

That's why, when we get back to New York,

I'm gonna tear up your contracts.

- I can't let you do that, Mo. - And give me a raise.

Babe, I'll be fine. We'll-we'll be fine.

It's for the best. Trust me.

Okay.

- Let's go celebrate. - Yes!

- Yeah, let's do it. - Sheed, you and the boys

wanna get fucked up on some good shit?

- Ooh! - Yeah. All right.

The fuck is "Sheed"?

I dunno, but I'll fuck him too... he's cute.

Talking about I'm not his friend.

You are his friend. He loves you.

- I am stuffed. - Me too!

Why don't we just start signing and get outta here?

- That's a wonderful... - Okay, let's start signing.

I just want to say thank you so much for believing

- in Pfaffashions, and I just... - What the fuck?

What?

Shit! Uh...

- Hey, hey, hey! - I can explain. This is a...

The reinforcements have arrived!

Where's old Doug Crackwhore? Did he get enough suck and fuck

and smoke and coke and smack and racks to sign the...

And you must be Mrs. Drug Crack...

- Mrs... - Black...

Doug Blackmore.

Keith.

Mike. Uh, I can explain.

Uh... uh, uh...

I'll be right back. I'll be right back.

Oh my God.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

Doug. Stop!

Nothing's gonna stop me now.

Douglas!

- Not again! - Maxine.

I'm really sorry.

They made me do it.

They're the ones. They gave me the drugs,

and they-they called these talented hookers.

Blair, how dare you?

Oh, I shoulda known you didn't change, Keith.

And to think I was gonna ask you

to take things to the next level tonight.

No, no, no, Mike, I was gonna ask you

- to take things to the next level. - You...

Mike! Mike!

- Oh, God! - Fuck!

Mrs. Blackmore?

My carpet. Doug, will you still be signing?

- Honey butter... - Oh, God!

- Maxine has passed! - Honey butter!

God damn it, Maxine.

I can't with all of these dead bodies!

Honey butter, wake up!

It is spotted.

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