All language subtitles for Lucky Hank S01E04 The Goose Boxer

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Did you hear any of those rumors
about a list?

Hank: Yeah,
I'm not making a list.

It's this guy Dickie Pope.

He's a real killer.

Did you write that
recommendation for my daughter?

I will.

Don't write
the recommendation.

I'm going to New York to
interview at the Arlyle School.

Hank: My father's retirement
is gonna upset

this very delicate balance
that we've achieved.

He left,
and we don't speak.

Hey. I got you--

Oh, thank you.

You're going to do great.

They're going to love you...

...and you're going to get
what you need

to bring back to the principal,

and he's going to have to
take you seriously.

Yeah.

I know.

Is there something else?

I think I'm worried about you.

Really?

Yeah.

You've been a bit more...

Hank-like than usual.

Have I?

Yeah.

I don't know.

I got it, I got it.

Okay.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

See you in a couple of days.

I have this weird feeling
you're going to end up in jail.

Or the hospital?

You know how they figure out

which one leads?

I don't know.

Seniority?

Experience?

It's hardest to lead

because they get
all the wind resistance...

but one goose will always
bear the burden.

Each bird,
as it flaps its wings,

is creating lift
for their fellow birds,

except for the leader out front,

always hardest on the leader.

What if the leader leads them

into a jet engine?

That does happen.

Often, people die, too,
at least,

so it's even.

Mr. Devereaux?

I apologize.

He'll be ready
in just a few more minutes.

Oh, thank you.

Hank!

I'm President Dickie Pope.

We've met four times.

I remember.

I remember, too.

Please sit down,

if you want.

I'm going to sit down.

So, are you hungry?

Would you like
something to eat?

Uh, I'll see the menu.

Joke.

Good.

Hank, keep that sense of humor.

It's going to come in handy.

Hank, you are
the only department head

who has not submitted a list
of faculty to cut.

In that way, I'm outstanding.

You are outstanding, Professor.

You are
an accomplished professor,

and a very well-regarded
novelist.

I have your book...

It's not there.

Yeah, that's been happening.

It's been disappearing
from the shelves

of private collections
all around the country,

only to reappear later
in a field,

claiming
an extraordinary experience.

Why haven't you
submitted a list?

No one reason.

Please elaborate.

Can't.

There's no reason
that I can think of.

Granted, I haven't
given it a thought.

You are missing an opportunity.

This would be the first time.

As you are aware,

it is virtually impossible

to fire a tenured professor
for cause.

Yeah.

You are saddled
with your department,

the good and the bad.

These budget cuts
present an opportunity

to remove the ones--

and I'm sure you know
who they are already--

who shouldn't be here.

You will reshape
your department.

Everybody will be better off.

You will bring in
new professors in the future,

ones you have chosen yourself.

Yeah, but
how could we afford that?

Won't much of the money

be going to this
Technical Careers Complex?

There seems to be
a misunderstanding here.

The university
is not spending a dime

on the Epstein Center.

Epstein is.

It's a gift.

He paid for the building,

the staff, and maintenance

for 10 years.

He's coming to
the groundbreaking tomorrow...

I'll bet the tiny tree business

is hard to break into.

I mean, it's not worth building
a machine to make 'em.

It's got to be by hand,

or maybe they just, you know,

cut down
a tiny forest somewhere,

completely ignoring

what must be a sizeable crowd
of Smurf protesters.

Yeah.

Look, nothing about

the Jeffrey Epstein
Technical Careers Center

looks good.

You're referring to the name.

People are familiar
with the many instances

in which young women
were attacked

by a technical careers center.

Different Jeffrey Epstein.

This one made
two billion on air fryers.

We're adding a "Q".

Queer fryers?

It will be
the Jeffrey Q. Epstein Center.

What's his middle name?

He doesn't have one.

He's not thrilled with the "Q".

The legislature is cutting
our budget by 23%.

Please make a list
so we are prepared.

I've gotten this far
without making a list.

If I were to start now,
I'd feel like a quitter.

No.

Uh, look, Dickie, um...

you're new around here.

Every year,
those geniuses in Harrisburg,

they threaten cuts,

and every year, they don't,

because, as we've established,

they don't like
not looking good.

This year is different.

Because of how time works?

They likely will give us
what we ask for...

but I'm not asking for it.

All my predecessors

have begged year after year
for more money.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm lobbying for less money.

The school's too fat.

Shut the door, please.

I talked to Dickie Pope.

What? When?

Earlier today.

He called me into his office.

He wanted to talk to me.

To talk about the cuts?

And you went?

Did you give him a list?

Do you think
I would make a list?

Tell me you didn't give him
a list.

If I told you
I didn't give him a list,

would you believe me?

No.

Then I'm not telling you.

You went to see Dickie Pope
without talking to us first?

It wouldn't have
made a difference, Paul.

Wouldn't have made
a difference?

Screw you!

We could have had
a strategy session,

brought Leslie in.

Whew! I missed out
on a strategy session

with Leslie.

You see us out there, right?

You see that we think
we can have a voice in this,

that we need to.

You're the one without a voice.

You just decided
it doesn't matter what we think.

You see, that's the exact reason

collective action fails...

...because when you undermine
the union,

you're undermining all of us!

♪ What am I gonna do?

♪ No matter what I do

♪ But I've done
everything I can... ♪

Lily!

Tom.

Hi!

Are you kidding me?

Who are you?

Well, hi.

- Great to see you.
- You too.

So the students
don't have any textbooks?

No, it's all digital.

They have access
to whatever they need on them

at any time.

It means more personal
connections between students,

and between teachers
and students.

Dina!

Way to crush it
at the regionals.

Excellent work.

Regional physics challenge.

She is amazing.

The kids look too happy.

Yeah, I know,
it takes some getting used to,

but trust me,
this is not all for show.

Every choice we make

has been backed
by lots of research.

What?

No, I'm just...

I'm just trying to square
this new Tom

with the one
who, um, quit his job

by telling his boss
to get cancer.

Ah.

That was a long time ago.

Plus, I heard
he actually did die of cancer...

Oh!

...so I have to be
very careful with my power.

No...

This administration
is crazy supportive,

they're open-minded.

You're going to be walking into
a very smoothly-run ecosystem--

If...
If I get this job.

Sure, "if", "if".

I mean, no pressure,

but you'd better
nail this interview.

Do you have any idea
how many hand jobs I had to give

to get you this meeting?

Three.

Eight.

They were all on myself,
to set the mood,

but still, I am exhausted.

I should take a video
of myself right here

and send it to my principal.

Guy would crap his pants.

Yeah?

You ready
to burn that bridge?

Oh, I'm ready for him
to give me everything I want.

What do you mean?
What do you want?

Well, it's just, you know,
if I stayed in Railton,

this interview could give me
some leverage.

Leverage?

Well, don't you want this job?

Oh, well, yeah.

I mean, yeah, but, um...

I mean, if I'm honest,

a move would be
really hard for me right now.

Well, oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- Lily!
- I'm sorry, Tom.

I didn't think--

If I had I seen you here
and how much you obviously care,

then I wouldn't have--

Do you want me to go?

You could say
that I got sick or died,

or got...

kidnapped by big city rats.

You can't bail now!

If you do,
I'll look like an idiot.

Just go in there and be great.

Well, no, no, don't be great.

Just be... medium great.

Can you be medium?

Okay.

I know that you care about
those professors,

despite the fact
that you would never admit that,

but you complain
about these people all the time,

about their incompetence,

and in the end,

don't you have to think
about the students?

That's not the point.

Oh, I'm having a hard time

figuring out
what the point is lately.

I have this weird feeling
you're going to end up in jail.

Or the hospital?

In the hospital?

Or jail.

I think
they're very different places.

Yeah, so,
what's the common thread?

I don't know, uh...

Trouble?

Loss of control?

Yeah, that's not insight.

All right.

Let me think.
You punch.

All right,
let's draw on philosophy.

Let's articulate the question.

Yeah.
Why is Lily upset with me?

Well, I can't solve that
with philosophy.

Here's something we can tackle,

what's a good and moral way

for you to handle
your current work crisis?

How should you act?

Do nothing.

No, you act
according to your desire,

unless you're a Buddhist,

then you should desire nothing.

That eliminates suffering.

See, that's my problem
with Buddhism.

Suffering,

that's my sweet spot, right?

At least I know I'm alive,
I'm feeling something.

Huh.

Maybe Lily wants you to feel
something more than suffering.

Why would she want that?

I don't know, you tell me.

One word per punch.
Let it out.

Because!

It's!

Boring!

Because...

she's bored with me.

Finny.

Chopping block.

He teaches the fewest students
to the lowest result.

High attrition rate, too.

Gracie.

Chopping block.

She's a headache.

Constantly filing grievances.

Granted, she's correct,
but still.

Emma?

What she does
isn't even English.

Chopping block.

Rourke.

High self-regard,
no good reason.

Chopping block.

The couple,
what are their names?

Their names are "chopping"
and "block".

Henry Devereaux Jr.?

Chopping block.

Top of the list.

Is everyone on the list?

You forgot about Billie.

Okay, Billie Quigley--

Chopping block.

I know this is rushed,

but today's groundbreaking
of the Epstein Center

is giving us
a great opportunity.

Now, the key thing
to any organized protest

is that we're unified
in purpose and action.

And what is
our purpose exactly?

What are our central aims

if we had to itemize them?

Yeah, it's just important that
we get our message out, right?

It's not about
hogging the spotlight.

It kind of is
about hogging the spotlight.

To get on the news

and tell Harrisburg
that we mean business,

that we won't tolerate
cutting jobs.

Right, but Dickie Pope
doesn't need to know

exactly who we are, right?

I heard he's a vindictive man.

Would you two stop it?

Paul's right.

We need to stay
focused on jobs.

There will be press there.

Our message, we hope,
will reach Harrisburg.

So you want us all
standing outside in the cold?

It's 70 degrees, Billie.

I've been to most
of the departments now,

and, honestly,

a lot of them
are looking to you,

the English department.

Oh.

Because of our leadership?

Well, their feeling is,

if... you can unite,

everyone can.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

We file more grievances
against each other

than any other department.

I mean, I've never
filed one against anyone.

Love you guys.

If the rest of the faculty
believes

that we'll submit to being
the butt of their jokes,

then please tell them
to enjoy the protest without us.

Easy, Finny.
Jesus.

Does everybody worry

that they're boring?

I've been so focused

on all the boring people
around me,

I forgot to check myself.

Okay, let's see.

Do I have any new thoughts?

Uh-oh.

Hi there!
You've got Lily's phone.

Leave me a message. Bye!

Hey, babe.

I know you're working
right now.

I was thinking about
that conversation we had

just before you left, and...

You know what,
call me when you have time.

Bye.

Are we really
getting a glimpse

of Jeffrey Epstein?

Now, what kind of font is this?

Helvetica sans testicles?

Let's go say hi.

Let's work out

the exact mechanics
of the protest.

I think the smartest way
to handle this

is to let the ceremony
play out in full,

and then we strike
for maximum impact.

She wants to read her poem.

What poem?

"What poem?"
Which poem.

The one I was asked to write
and recite,

titled "Groundbreaking".

You can't read
your stupid poem anymore.

It will look like
you're on their side.

That you would even
mention sides

suggests you are not familiar
with my work.

My poetry is for everybody.

It joins us.

It is, perhaps, our best shot

at resolving this conflict
amicably.

- Professor--
- Scab.

Not true.

It's not true.

Scab.

No one supports the union
more than I,

but long before these cuts
were even on the table,

I composed this poem
at the request of Dean Rose.

I wrote it, I'm proud of it,

and the poem
deserves to be heard.

Okay, look.

The important part,

that will get on the news,

is the shovels
breaking the ground.

That happens at the end,

so we could wait to have
the poem read before we chant.

Oh, I'm not chanting.

Thank you.
That's gracious.

I do think the press
may pick up the poem

once they hear it.

Will there be gargoyles
on the side of building?

I love gargoyles.

You want gargoyles, babe?

I'll get you gargoyles.

I am so thankful
for Jeffrey Queequeg Epstein.

Oh, no, I believe
it's Jeffrey Quidditch Epstein.

- Is it?
- Yeah. Quidditch.

It's neither, actually.

What?

There is no "Q".

Yeah, there is.

It's right there on the sign,

- between the "Jeffrey" and the--
- Fellas,

I'm Jeffrey Epstein.

You're "the" Jeffrey Epstein?

The one and only.

I donated this building.

Oh, that's
very generous of you.

Thank you so much.

Now, this "Q" thing?

It's a crazy story.

Forget about the "Q"--

I'm going to the car.

- Okay, baby.
- So what happened?

Did they misspell your name?

Because I get that
all the time.

No, this "Q" thing,
it's a non-issue.

If my parents had just
given me a middle name,

but they didn't.

All my parents gave me
was brains,

and an insatiable lust
for knowledge

about food technology.

I don't know if you heard,

they changed the tax laws
this year.

I had to find
a $50 million write-off

out of nowhere.

Been there, yeah.

Mm-hmm.

I'm thinking,
let's keep it simple,

maybe I'll buy a hockey team
or something.

So I'm keeping my eyes
on the worst team in the league,

because that's
how you find a deal, right?

And then-- you're not
going to believe this--

They have a winning season.

They have
a winning season!

- Yeah.
- ...a winning season.

Yeah, we're hockey fans.

And back it up a little bit.

I actually have a lot of trouble
finding engineers

to support
my air-fryer business.

It's complicated.

Fast forward again,

I realize what I'll do,

drop the $50 million,

build the Technical
Careers Center

right on this campus,

which is pretty much
in my backyard.

I mean, you can almost
smell my factory from here.

It smells like chicken.

Used to.
That's our test kitchen.

We switched to rabbit recently.

Anyway, point being,

I got everything I want.

I'm going to get
specifically-trained engineers

who can come work for me.

I got my tax write-off.

I'm sleeping
like a champion baby.

It's awesome,

and then...

of course,
that jerkface with my name,

the other Jeffrey Epstein,

he starts all that
horrible stuff with girls,

and while all that's going down,

Dickie Pope calls me,

and he goes,
"Look, in light of everything,

we've got to add a "Q".

Now, this has to stay
between us, okay?

Okay.

I'm like, "You want a "Q",
best I can do, $40 million,"

and he caves.

He caves right away.

He's like, "Yeah, okay,
yeah, sure, whatever."

So this building cost 40 mil?

No, that's the best part.

That's a $50-million building.

Dickie just pulled $10 million

from... wherever,
I don't know.

What I do know,

I got everything I wanted,

my write-off, my engineers.

Then I had this extra $10 mil
to play with.

I go, "Now I can look good--"

So Dickie Pope just pulls
$10 mil from wherever.

Is it possible
he found another donor?

You know that's not true.

All right, excuse me, I'm sorry.

So I'm in the market
for an air fryer.

They're all the same, right?

Absolutely not.

Generally, generally...

Hi there!
You've got Lily's phone,

leave me a message. Bye!

Honey, I know I said
you should call me,

but I just heard something
that's making--

I was hoping
you could talk me down.

You know what?

I will be fine.

Okay, call me when you can.

I thought we agreed
you weren't going to pour it on.

I can't turn it off.

No, you can't.

Thank you, Tom.

Oh.

Do you have to hurry back?

You just got here.

Yeah, but I left
some stuff in Pennsylvania.

Well, look, I'm seeing Ashley
later tonight for drinks.

Ashley!

I didn't realize
she was back in town.

Is Jenny going to be there?

I haven't seen
your wife in ages.

No, it'll just be
the three of us.

I'm getting the band
back together.

Stay.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That sounds really good.

Okay.

You have the phone.

Okay, all right,

and on...

three--

Okay, we're good.

On three, two...

I'm standing on the future site

of the new multi-million-dollar
technology center

here on the campus of--

Bird-Shit State--

Just cut.
Cut, cut, cut, cut.

Can you get this?

I've seen her
on the evening news.

Masturbated to her.

I wonder
if I can turn a fantasy

into real-world fornication?

I'd wish you luck, but...

- Thank you.
- ...I feel awful.

All right, so,
guys, it's just too noisy.

We gotta lose the ducks.
Can we lose the ducks?

- Somebody--
- Geese.

Ducks are the small ones.

Okay, well, can somebody
just escort the little bastards

back to the lake?

Pond.

Lakes are the big ones.

Well...

we're here on the campus
of Podunk College

speaking with an authority

on every damn thing
under the sun...

...apparently.

Back off.

Did you--
Did you get it all?

Well, I said I would,
and I will.

I'm a little bit nervous.

- You're going to crush it.
- Okay.

"We dipped our palms..."

How will we know?

Is Gracie going to cue us?

Is there a particular word
she'll utter,

and then we cue the trumpets
and sally forth?

No, no one's sallying.

Professors
should not hold signs.

They should know better.

I mean, what's the ratio
of signs to change?

We're taking billions of signs
over time,

and maybe one, once,

convinced someone
to change their mind?

The only sign I like
is "Men Working in Trees",

because then I know to look up,

see the guy in the tree.

Okay, guys, just...

just make sure you make
a big enough scene

so that the cameras point to us.

If we're not on the news,
then we weren't here.

Dude...

Hmm?

You spelled
"Humanities" wrong.

What?

I-I was thinking of the Latin.

You were not.

Back off!

Shoo!

You want to do this? Huh?

You want to do this?

Yeah, you picked the wrong day.

I've got all afternoon.

That man is chair
of the English department.

Back off, Goosey!

Come on,
you want a piece of this?

- I'm gonna kick him in the neck!
- Go film duck guy, go.

What's he doing?

Come on, take your shot!

He's mocking us
is what he's doing.

Take some stills.
Get in there.

In this corner,

William Henry Devereaux

of the English department,

Railton College,

and opposite me, a goose!

We are here at a groundbreaking

for a building
that is being paid for

by cutting faculty!

I heard that
directly from the mouth

of the reliable, honorable
other Jeffrey Epstein.

No!
No, I say!

It will not stand!

I will box

one of Railton's beloved geese!

I will box a goose a day

until I get my budget
fully funded!

I'll punch him
in the upper neck

and I'll punch him
in the lower neck!

The goose is mostly neck.

- That idiot.
- Okay!

- I will box him, and...
- Over here, please!

Over here, please!

No cutting jobs!

No cutting jobs!

No cutting jobs!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to...

No cutting jobs!

Here, buddy.

Let's get out of here.

- All right.
- Come on, come on, come on.

I'd like to start
tonight's ceremony with a poem

by our very own Gracie Dubois!

No cutting jobs!

No cutting jobs!
No cutting jobs!

Gracie Dubois, everyone.

No cutting jobs!
No cutting jobs!

Grace!

No cutting jobs! No--

You're going to love
this place.

She should be here.

I told her to meet us at 5:00.

- Lily!
- Whoo-hoo!

Aw, yeah!

Oh, my god,
it's so good to see you.

Oh, buddy.

So? How'd it go?

Did you get the gig?

They loved her.

Let's go look for apartments
right now.

Oh, that sounds so fun.

It does sound fun.
Not going to happen.

We were hoodwinked.

The whole interview was a con.

She leveraged us, Ash.

Leverage for what?

Her cutthroat
public school job.

You scammer!

So you just flash your tits
at the old flame,

and he comes running.

I did not flash my tits.

I did not run.

You two never change.

It was just--

You know, it was just business.

I do feel bad, though.

Well, you shouldn't.

Uh, since we seem to be
truth-telling,

I haven't had a drink yet,

but, um, the job wasn't, uh,

how shall we say, really...
available.

What do you mean?

Well, you didn't hear this
from me,

and I didn't want
to bum you out,

but there was
this huge meeting last week

about how they wanted to
re-commit to diversity hiring,

and, so...

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, I get that.

I really thought

we were going to have her
back in New York,

but, well, that's our Lily,

always playing us.

What? That's not me,
I don't play people.

Oh, shut up and get me a drink.

Yes. Uh, drinks!

Are you thinking of
getting some food, gentlemen?

The drink of the day
is a Mikhail Gorbachev.

What's that?

It's a Moscow Mule,
served in a glass... nost.

Uh, I'll leave you guys to it.

They changed the menu,

without warning.

I didn't come this restaurant.

I came to the one
that has the shrimp I like.

Bait and switch.

I'm ordering off the old menu.

From memory?

I believe death
will come quickly for me.

Uh, change of subject?

Not because I want it to,

but because

most of the deepest
experiences of my life

have been unexpected.

The important thing
is we must prepare to transcend.

Did something happen?

My ex got remarried.

That was years ago.

The other one.

We had an implicit promise

that we would get back together

if we were both still single
when we turned 70.

I had no intention
of keeping it.

I hate her, but still.

Pay attention,
I'm getting somewhere.

You have my attention.

I've decided fornication

may no longer be
the primary goal.

It may, in fact,
be counterproductive.

You have half my attention.

The body deteriorates.

It reminds us that time,

although an illusion,
is a robust one.

All we can do is watch.

First go the knees,
then the spleen,

then the rest of the body,
the whole thing,

until we're just
a ghost in the machine,

then no machine.

Casey Jones without a train.

There he is,

the bird boxer.

Quite a prank.

Say thank you.
Look--

You knew what we were planning.

Said he didn't want
any part of it.

I--

Then you go and upstage
the entire thing.

The whole goddamn thing.

Shut up, Billie.

The whole goddamn thing.

In my defense,
the goose was an asshole.

In your defense,

it was a pretty big F-U
to the administration

for a guy who says
he's not a union man.

Come join us, jackass.

No, listen, listen, listen.

So, there wasn't a school system
in the country

that wasn't
completely uprooted by Covid,

but even, you know,

with all the staff turnover
and the budget fights,

and all the other crap
that goes along with it,

I've got to say
we fared pretty well.

Pretty well?

Top 20 charter school
in the city.

Top 15, depending on
which report you read.

Last week, I cleaned up
a student's piss

because my janitor
felt it was beneath him.

Gross.

You know what it is?

This Arlyle job,

it, like,
got my engine running again.

I'm listening to you
talk about your schools

and your careers,

and that's the reason
that we went to grad school

in the first place.

That was always the dream,

and I just... miss it.

Miss it?

I'm sure you talk like this
at home all the time, no?

Oh, my God.

Do you know

Hank just publicly announced

that all the students
and teachers at Railton

should resign themselves
to their mediocrity.

- Oh, shit.
- Oh...

Yeah.

I mean, he was kidding, but...

no, he wasn't.

Whoa!

Hey!

What's everybody else having?

That's a good one...

Mean lady...

- Let's do this.
- There we go.

Uh, here is to Dickie Pope

and the look on his face.

Oh, wow.

Gracie, your poem, your ode.

You never had a chance
to read it.

Come on,
we want to hear it.

Come on!

- Go ahead.
- Yeah!

No, I think the focus
is split at the moment.

- No, we wanna hear it.
- Come on.

Trust us,
this will never happen again,

so...

We're happy to hear it.

Go for it.

"We dipped our palms
in chalk to

"keep our hands
from letting go,

and..."

Go on, Gracie.

This is as quiet
as the bar's going to get.

No, I--

Yeah, finish the poem.

- Yeah, come on.
- Finish it.

That's the end.

So read the beginning.

No, that...
That was the...

Well, perhaps
you can read it again

now that we know more
about what to expect.

You did end it with an "and".

Hey, Lil,

uh, the weirdest thing,

but, well, you don't
have to worry about me.

I boxed this goose.

He was--

Well, he was being a jerk,

and, well,
now the faculty like me?

Um, okay.

I'm sorry I keep missing you.

Um...

please don't hurt any animals.

I mean,

I would have said something
before I left,

but, um,

but, um, I thought you knew.

So... okay.

Um, so I'm going to take
the later train.

I missed your call again.

Sorry, it's so noisy here.

I'm out having drinks
with the department.

Wish you were here!

Uh... oh, why did you
change your train?

Hey, my phone was in my bag.

I wish I saw your call.

Not a great idea
to have drinks with them.

You don't like them,

so you should go home,

and I will see you there.

Hey, uh,

why are you
on a later train, huh?

It doesn't... matter.

It's just...
take whatever train.

It's just, you know,

there's a certain amount
of planning that goes into

picking someone up
at the train station.

It's just--
Anyway, that's... that's all.

Hey, Hank's on TV!

Hey, Meg! Turn it up.

...Railton College,

a fight broke out

of a very unusual kind,

but what started
as a silly prank

ended up being
a serious challenge

to the school brass.

Now we are here

at a groundbreaking
for a building

that has been paid for
by cutting faculty!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

...one of
Railton's beloved geese...

I will box a goose a day

until I get my budget
fully funded!

Come on!

Did I say all that?

I'm texting her now.

- Texting who?
- Missy.

- Missy who?
- The journalist.

Hey! I was just
going to call you!

Why are you still there?

I'm having a drink
with Tom and Ashley.

Who? W-What?

I can't hear you.

I am having a drink
with Tom and Ashley,

so, um, I'm going to be
on a later train.

I'll take a taxi.

Yeah, I'll come get you.

Tell me when the train gets in.

Um, I don't know yet.

Okay, well,
text me when you know.

I'll pick you up.

Just... Just tell me
when you get here.

Lil?
Are you still there?

Um, yep.

Yeah, yeah, I will text you.

Okay, love you, love you.

Okay, uh, what?

Uh...

The artwork
above the urinals is...

I mean, masterpiece.

I need another one of these.

He still loves bathroom decor.

He just kissed me.

What?

O-okay, hang on,

that was... playing around,
that was not a real kiss.

Tom...

I thought we were flirting.

Yeah, we were flirting,

and then you ruined it.

I was on the phone
with my husband.

Right, I was making a joke.

Who in their right mind
would kiss somebody

that was on the phone
with their husband?

- That was the joke--
- I'm married, you're married.

Actually...

We're separated.

It's been a few months.
I was going to tell you.

We tried.

It was a lot of therapy,
not a lot of result.

Well, I'm sorry...

...but I still feel like
you're not hearing me.

I mean, that?

That...

...was not okay.

I'm so sorry.

Okay.

This was so wonderful,
you guys--

Oh, Lil...

- -but I'm just
going to get going, so...

...bye.

All right.

There you are,

and this one is for Hank.

Tell him it's on me.

After taking away
your classes?

No.

What are you talking about?

It was the administration.

Mm-mm, it was him,

and if tells you
that I asked him to,

I'm telling you
that I was just spouting off.

I didn't think
he'd go through with it.

Who listens to somebody
ranting at 2:00 a.m.?

Gracie, um, I've...

I've never been a fan
of minimalist poetry,

but I gotta say--

You are not getting
your parking space back.

No, no...

- Good to go?
- Yeah, let's go.

Oh, hey, Hank, here you go.

- No, no, I'm fine.
- No?

Yeah, we're done.

Hey, guys,

the conquering hero here

- has to go home.
- No, no...

No!

I'm not a hero--

- I'm not a hero.
- We're done.

- Yeah...
- We're done here.

We are done.

Yeah, right,
we're done here, we're done.

We're done here!

- No, we're not done.
- Okay.

You're, uh...

- This is the guy from, uh...
- Yes.

You think
you're pretty funny, huh?

Professor A-hole.

Professor A-hole.

I like that.

Come on, let's--

Geese have feelings, too,
all right? Just like us.

Well, they have feelings,
but not like us.

You think that's funny?

Well, it's factual.

It's a little funny,
don't you think?

You know what I think
is funny--

Whoa!
Whoa, hey!

- What's going on?
- Whoa!

That's assault!

You're going to jail!

You're
going to jail!

No one is going to jail!

God is dead,

and we have killed him.

Nietzsche's point

isn't that we should live
in despair

of ever finding meaning

just because we've abandoned
the magical dogma

of our particular age.

Nietzsche wasn't a nihilist.

"God is dead,

and we have killed him."

This is not cause for despair,
but celebration,

for we have been liberated
by that murder

to do what Nietzsche believed

was the essential task
of all our lives...

...to make meaning
from the world as we find it,

not as we wish it to be.

It just got late,

and so I decided
to stay in the city.

Being in New York again,

it feels like
I'm back in my 20s,

like there was--

there was so much possibility

and surprises, you know.

Anyway, I hope you went home,

like I told you to,

and are curled up
in a warm bed,

and have managed
to stay out of the hospital.

Ha, ha.

All right, uh, good night.

♪ I... I can see

♪ You and me

♪ Walking hand in hand
through the park... ♪

I'm gonna keep the clock.

You want it in the house?

I always thought of it as a
friend.

You didn't mention a department
dinner party.

I did not, I wanted you to come
over.

I'm being published in The
Atlantic.

June, is it? Tony.

Hi.

You were flirting with my wife.

Yeah...

Is Hank mad about what happened?

Nothing happened.

Tom, this isn't a good time.

Hey Julie, it's mom.

She's leaving us.

♪♪