All language subtitles for The.Other.Two.S03E07.2160p.WEB.h265-ETHEL

- Yeah, then I have
a watch party

for Curtis' new show tonight,

but I'm worried
it's gonna be so bad?

- Oh, no, really?
- Yeah.

I mean, his character
was fully a woman,

and then they just made her
a gay guy

without changing any lines.

- Well, that is
how you guys talk.

I mean, not you,
but the fun ones.

Also, are you sure that Lucas
doesn't wanna walk with us?

He's been, like, ten paces
behind us all morning.

- Oh, no, he's in
this new miniseries

about a gay serial killer,
so technically,

he's hunting me right now.

- Hunting you?
- Yeah, funny, right?

He's actually playing
one of the most prolific

gay serial killers of all time.

He's a sociopath who used
to chop his victims' penises up

into little pieces
and then eat the pieces.

- So I take it,
still not having sex.

- No, and he's not even really
sleeping over now--

for my safety.
- This is so terrifying.

- Yeah, but it's for his art.
- No, I mean you.

You're terrifying.
[phone buzzing]

Oh, it's our new stepdad.

- [laughs] Holy shit.
He just calls us now?

- Hi, Daddy.
- Brooke, hi.

Uh, I was just calling 'cause

it's your mom's birthday
tomorrow,

and she said the only thing
she wants to do

is have a normal family dinner
at Applebee's

like you all used to in Ohio.

No security, nothing.

- Sorry, she's a billionaire

and she wants to eat
at Applebee's?

The food is vile.

- L-O-L, that is legit
impossible.

She needs security if she's
gonna eat at the Applebee's

in, what, Times Square?

They'll need to pre-screen
all the diners,

shut down Midtown,
plus with you,

you guys'll be swarmed.

How does she think
this is gonna happen?

- She said maybe we could
just ask everyone

to be cool, like,
really nicely.

both: [laugh]
Be cool?

- Listen, we all know
this can't happen,

but she seems
really desperate, you know,

and I kinda wanna do
something nice for her

since we've just been
on the Marvel plane

having sex for the last month.

- And that's a bad thing?

- So I think
I figured out a way

to give this to her.
You guys free tonight?

- I mean, I just
have to pop out early

for a friend's watch party,
but sure.

- Great.
I'll text you the address.

- Well, isn't it just
the Applebee's in Times--

[line beeps]
- Uh, he hung up.

Aww, and wait.

Maybe the show will be good.

I mean, Curtis is funny.

- Yeah, totally.
It could be good.

Yeah, maybe it'll be good.

That'd be great if it was good.

Yeah.

- ♪ I-I-I'm a winner ♪

- Okay, we need to talk
about this.

- Hi, y'all.
Beautiful day in the industry.

- Brooke,
you're three hours late.

- Yeah, sorry, I've just
been brainstorming ways

I can use the P! Network--
for good!

I was thinking maybe
an interview series

where my mom sits down

with a new powerful woman
each week.

Malala. Greta Thunberg.

Malala.
- You started with Malala.

Also, this took you
three hours?

- It actually
takes my breath away

thinking about all the good
I'm now gonna do for people--

nay, women.

- That's great, but first,
we have a situation.

- Hmm.
- Chase and Pam broke up.

- Wait, what?
- Yup.

- Is it public?
- Yeah, we tweeted it.

- [sighs]
- We still love each other.

We've just grown apart
since 18 days ago.

- No. Fuck!

Shuli, I wanna help women.

My first day back, I can't
send a woman to the woods.

- Sorry, what's this?

- Well, you know how it goes.
They broke up, it's out there,

and now Pam does simply
have to go

live out the rest of her days
in the woods.

- No, I know how it goes.
I just--

- Wait, wait,
we don't know how it goes.

- Yeah, Chase and I broke up,

so now I have to live
in the woods?

- [sighs]

- Let's just show 'em
the video.

- [sighs]
[pounding at door]

What? Coming, coming.

- Cary Dubek?
- Yes, can I, uh--

okay, you're just coming in.

- Sorry, on a tight skedge.

Do you get a lot
of street noise in here?

- Sorry, who and why are you--
- Sheila!

I'm here to record your ADR
for "WindWeaver."

Didn't anybody call you?
- No.

The--the fantasy show
I shot in Croatia?

Is that coming out?
- Yup!

Whole thing's dropping
on Netflix next week,

though beats me how they
get it done in time. [laughs]

- Why? Is something wrong?

- All I know is,
post is a fucking mess.

We've got no mix, no color.

I'm not even supposed to be
doing this,

but the post supe quit
this a.m., so voilà!

I am not kidding
when I say that

everybody on this show--
except me--is crazy.

- So I'm in another bad thing?

- Okay, shh.
Here's the scene we need.

[horses nickering]

- I've seen this place before
in my dreams.

And I pray he's here.
- Who?

- The WindWeaver.

The one who weaves the wind.

Onward!
[horse neighs]

- Man, this show is not for me.
[chuckles]

Anyway, you got it?
- No.

Sorry, what am I recording?

My character literally
never speaks--

in this scene or ever.

I was basically an extra
for eight months.

- Right, so you know
how everyone in the show

goes on these little quests?

Well, in the edit,
they realized

that you can never tell
where the fuck any of you are,

so they're having people
ADR extra shit like,

"Oh, look, we're here now!"

or, "Oh, we've arrived
at this place!"

Hoping to hell they can
make it make sense quick.

So over your back,

after the main guy
says "onward,"

they want you to now say...

"Yes, onward ho,
to the Port City of Gargool."

[laughs]
Jesus fucking Christ.

Okay, ready?

- [sighs]
Yes.

[mellow guitar music playing]

- Sorry, what is this?

- It looks like
an orientation video?

- Hello!

If you're watching this,
it's because

you broke the heart
of a beloved pop star

with millions of fans
and are now moments away

from being doxxed to death
by them.

- Wait, what?

- But don't worry.
That's where we come in.

Welcome to New Beginnings.

At New Beginnings,
we provide a safe haven

for girls like you--

girls who have been forced
to leave society

because their names,
addresses,

and Social Security numbers
have all been posted online

by their ex's fans--

fans who love their pop star
and now hate you

because of what you did
to him.

- Uh...
- Here, you'll live

a simple life but a good one,

and no hate mail
can reach you here

because there is no mail.

New Beginnings is completely
off the grid

and not on any map,

all to give you peace of mind
that no teen girl

will ever find and kill you.

Also, Sunday is Craft Day.

- Okay, no, Pam isn't living
in the woods

'cause a couple
of my fans are mad.

- Yeah, and we said
the breakup was mutual.

Why would they blame me?

- Now, I'm sure at this point,
you're thinking,

"We said
the breakup was mutual.

Why would they blame me?"

Simply put, you're the girl.

Maybe if you were Rihanna,
it'd be fine,

but if you're watching this,

you're probably not Rihanna,
so...

woods it is!

- No, no, I'm just gonna
go home to Iowa.

This'll blow over.
- And by now you're thinking,

"I'll just go home to Iowa.
This'll blow over."

But if you're this far in,

your home has been
set on fire.

- What? No, it hasn't.
I'm Googling.

- And by now you're Googling,
but trust me.

It's on fire.
- Oh, my God, it is.

Do I have to go live
in the woods?

- Onward!
[horse neighs]

- Yes, onward ho!

To the Port City of Gargool!
- No! No.

Something's off.
Think, Sheila. God!

I haven't had time to go
to the doctor in years,

but something is definitely up,
if you catch my drift.

- Is the drift a--
a brain tumor?

- Oh, they want you to sound
like you're on a horse.

So let's just do it again,

but this time, bounce up
and down while you do it.

- Oh, okay. Sure.

- The one who weaves the wind.

[blade shings]

Onward!
[horse neighs]

- Yes!

Onward ho! To the--
- No! Fuck!

Something's still missing.

What did they want?
- I don't--

- I know it was
something stupid.

[gasps]
Oh! Oh! The teeth!

They want you to wear
the little elf teeth.

Oh, my God,
Hank would've killed me

if I forgot the teeth.

Or did he quit too?

I have worked on
a lot of shows,

but this, by far, is the worst.

- Cool, cool.

Um, have you heard anything

about this new Paramount+ show,
"Girlies"?

- Oh, God,
I heard that show's a dream.

I would kill
to be on that show.

- So Rotten Tomatoes-wise,

we talking what, like,
90, 92% Fresh?

- Maybe it won't be so bad.

This one girl taught herself
woodworking.

- No, no, no, this is--
this is insane.

Why didn't you guys tell me
this could happen?

- [sighs]
Well, we tried, bud,

but you said you wanted
to be treated like an adult,

make your own decisions,
remember?

- Okay, well, to be fair,
you did release my album

on the day of the insurrection.

- Oh, my God,
enough of this shit!

You wanna be an adult?

Here's the truth.
- God, no, Shuli, no.

- We didn't release your album
on the day of the insurrection.

Your album was so bad,

I created the insurrection!

- What?
- Don't be mad, bud.

You're just...

you're not that great
of a singer.

- You suck.
I mean, you're cute,

but you suck.

And it's wild
that you don't know that.

So in order to distract
from your album,

I spent months
radicalizing people

to storm the Capitol
on the day it dropped.

Chase, I'm Q.

- Oh, my God.

It was--it was that bad?

Shit, I--I don't want Pam

now to go to the woods
'cause of me.

- There's gotta be something
we can do to help her.

I mean, my whole thing
is helping women.

Starting today.

- [scoffs] There is one thing,
I mean, we could try.

Something that might make
all of Chase's fans Team Pam.

- What is it? I'll do it.

- Well, I'd usually
only do this

after a divorce, but...

we need to make you a bad boy.

[guitar riff]
[motorcycle engine revs]

- Wait, I don't understand
why we're on a lot.

Like, I've shot here before.
- I know.

This was supposed to be

a normal family dinner
at Applebee's?

- Oh, "Normal Family Dinner
at Applebee's."

That's Stage 7, that way.
- Wait. What?

- Move, move, move.

- Oh, my God.

- All right, everyone,
my servers, my diners,

Pat should be here in five.
Thank you all for doing this.

If everything goes smoothly,

we should be able
to give Pat Dubek

a nice, normal dinner
with her family, huh?

[applause]
- All right.

- Holy shit.

Simu Liu recreated
an entire Applebee's for her?

This is insane.
- Hey, welcome.

Pat's children, yes.

We have you right here
at the hero table.

- Sorry, so this is, like,
a full production?

All of you, you're actors?
- Yep.

Simu's goal is to give your mom
the normal dinner

she actually
can't have anymore.

Which reminds me, guys,
in reality,

Pat would be swarmed
in a place like this,

so unless you are Katrina,

your job is to ignore her.

Don't look at Pat,
don't talk to Pat.

As far as you're concerned,
Pat doesn't exist.

- Wait, so she doesn't know

this is all fake?
Isn't that fucked?

- Oh, and guys at the bar...
- Uh--

- Well, I guess
I hope this works.

- I mean, I do think Mom needs
a normal night,

or at least to feel like
she can still have one?

- Oh, hey, such good news
about Curtis' show.

- What? Is it bad?

- No, I said "good news."

It's 100% Fresh
on Rotten Tomatoes.

- What? 100%
- Yeah.

I mean, only one review
is out so far,

but it's Fresh.
Eee!

- Yes, yes, that's amazing.
- Yeah.

- Um, I just need to run
to the bathroom real quick.

- Okay, places, everyone,
places.

And remember, you're at dinner,
so have fun,

uh, but also, it's Applebee's,

so there should be
some deadness behind the eyes,

kinda like, uh,
"We could've eaten anywhere.

Why'd we choose here?"
sort of thing.

Here we go.
[door creaks shut]

- [gasps]
[heartbeat thumping]

[tense music]

No.

[breathing heavily]

Can it be?

"A delightful romp"?
Oh, my God.

Curtis' bad show...

[voice distorted]
Is good?

[plates clatter]

Oh, hi. Sorry.

- Okay, okay, Pat's here.
And action, everyone!

[bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]
[mellow music playing]

- [laughs]
Whoa.

This looks so real.

- And we are here. Ta-da!

Surprise!
- What?

Oh, my God, Simu. Applebee's!
- Yep.

Just a normal family dinner
at Applebee's,

just like you wanted.
- But how?

And with no security?

- Well, I called ahead
and asked everyone to be cool,

just like you suggested.
- What, really?

I mean, I told you
that could maybe work.

[gasps]
Brookie! Cary!

- Hey!
- Isn't this wild?

I'm in Applebee's!

- Yeah, happy birthday.
- Oh!

Simu just asked everyone
to be cool for the night.

- Yeah, such a good idea.

- Yeah, Simu Liu
is such a good daddy.

- You know I'm, like, three
years younger than you, right?

- Eee! I just can't believe it.

No one's looking at me
or taking a picture.

Everyone's just talking
to themselves...

[actors repeating
"peas and carrots"]

Saying "peas and carrots"
a lot.

[actors repeating
"peas and carrots"]

I guess
we'll have to order those.

Anyway, hooray!
Let's start this normal dinner.

- Okay.

- Er, wait, Cary,

is that your boyfriend
with a knife behind the bar?

- Oh, good, I wasn't sure
if he could make it.

And yes, he is in character
as a serial killer,

so he will be stalking us
all night.

Just ignore.
[chuckles]

- Okay.
That's fine, I guess.

And at least everything else
is normal.

- Ooh, yay! Chase is here.

- Hey, everyone,
just wanted to hop on here

and tell all my fans
to suck my dick.

That's right.
This is how I talk now.

So if you're my fan,
you're a bitch, and you suck.

- Oh, no. What's going on?
Why does Chasey look like that?

- Don't worry, he's just
pretending to be bad

so his fans will side with Pam
in the breakup

and not try and dox her
to death.

- Yes, otherwise Pam goes
to live in the woods.

- Yeah, and I really
don't wanna do that.

- No, I can imagine.

- So yeah, we will--
I am actually doing

a very good thing
for another woman.

And other than
a couple Instagram Lives,

we can still have
a totally normal family dinner.

- Anyway, idiots,
imagine trying

to share a life with all this.

Guess it makes sense
if you guys side with Pam

'cause as the new tattoo
on my ass says,

I stink.
[phone clicks]

God, it feels so weird
acting like that.

Oh, hey, Mom. Happy birthday.
- Oh, thank you, Chasey.

And you promise me
all those are fake?

'Cause they're awful, honey.
You look dead.

- Mom, they're awful
on purpose.

Streeter picked them out.

- Yeah, yeah,
I worked very hard

to find the extra right
bad ones.

My fave is probably
this one right here

that simply says "piss."

- Yes, I can see that it does
say "piss" on my son's chest.

- And this one here is Piglet,

but with tits.

And then under his arm

is Eeyore, but with tits.

And on his back is the day
his dad died.

- I'm sorry,
how is that one bad?

- I mean,
you didn't let me finish.

With tits. Bing-bong.
[chuckles]

- Anyway, very nice
to meet you...Simu Liu.

You take good care of my Patty,
okay?

- Sorry, can we please stop
talking about tits?

I'm just trying to have a nice,
normal family dinner.

- Absolutely.
- You got it.

- Hi, there.
My name's Katrina,

and I'll be your server
this evening.

- Oh, nice to meet you,
Katrina.

- But I think you should know
I'm actually an actor.

- Oh, wow, wonderful.

You know, my son, Cary,
was a server

while he was trying
to make it too.

And now he has,
and he's so happy.

- "Girlies" is
"positively charming"?

- Anyway, I am gonna have
your big, fat steak, please,

and I don't see it on the menu,
but I'm gonna have

the peas and carrots
that everyone's talking about,

sometimes at the same time
on top of each other?

- Okay, I guess--sounds good.

Let me go check on those.
- Okay, good.

- Cary Dubek!

Oh, there you are.

Fuck!
- What? Honey, who is this now?

- Wait, what are you
doing here?

Also, how did you find me?

- We need to redo your ADR.

Apparently,
someone lost the drive.

Not sure if he told you,
but his new show is a mess.

People don't even want
their names on this show.

- Oh, honey,
I'm so sorry to hear that.

- So it's, like, for sure bad?
Still?

- Okay, here are your teeth,
and they said that

you didn't really sound like
you were on a horse last time,

so maybe this time,
you can just

hop on somebody's back
and ride 'em like a horsey.

- Oh, you can ride me
like a horsey, bud.

- I'm absolutely not
doing that, Simu Liu.

- No, no, no,
don't be ridiculous.

I'm an actor, okay?

I totally get ADR, and plus,

Marvel pays me to stay jacked
all the time anyway.

Pretty sure I could
take your weight easy.

What are you, like, 110, 115?

Seriously. Ride me, Cary.

- Wait--
- Ride me!

- Can we at least go outside
where it's quieter?

- You mean Times Square?
- Right.

Outside is, uh,
is Times Square.

- Sure is.
[chuckles]

- So I guess
I have to do it here.

- Not a prob.

I will just cover you
with this sound blanket.

- [sighs]
- Okay.

Whenever you're ready,
go ahead.

- Yes, onward ho!

To the Port City of Gargool!
- Aww, Cary.

Now both you and Mom
have ridden the star

of a Marvel movie.
[plate clatters]

- Uh-oh. Brooke.

We have a code red.
- What? What's wrong?

- Uh, comments are coming in
about Chase's new vibe,

and his fans freaking love it?

- What? But he's vile!

"Oh, my God,
Chase is so sexy now"?

"I love Chase's tattoos

because a body's hottest
when you can't see it"?

"I never got Chase's appeal
before,

but now I wanna bleep
his bleep-bleep"?

- Honey, please.
- Shh! I'm getting room tone.

- And his fans
are also madder now at Pam?

- Oh, no.
- They are?

- "How could Pam break up
with Chase

when he is this hot?"

"We should kill Pam
by tomorrow's end."

"Also, I know for a fact

"Pam's aunt
works at Kaiser in Modesto.

Maybe kill her too.
IDK, just spitballing."

- Fuck!

We forgot that everyone
loves a bad boy now.

Like, it's actually
hot and good

to be ugly and bad.

- It's okay; the problem
is just the boy part.

He shouldn't be a bad boy.

We need to make him...

a bad dude.
- Yes!

- No--
- Chase, come with me.

- Uh-uh--
- Don't worry, Pam.

We're still gonna help you.
It's what I do.

- Okay! All set!

- Great.
[sighs]

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

- Thank you, sir.
You made an excellent horsey.

- Fuck. Just fucking kill me.

[sighs]
[phone clicks]

- And she ordered
peas and carrots,

but we don't have that.
- [sighs]

Okay, I'll just send a PA
to the store and...

- Ugh. God.
- Have him buy a bag of peas...

I think there's a Whole Foods
in Williamsburg.

Can someone print me out
a petty cash form, please?

- Also, I still do think
she should know what's going on.

- Hey, Curtis.
- Hey.

- I was just calling
'cause, uh,

I'm not sure
I'm gonna be able to make,

uh, your viewing party anymore.

- Ooh, really?

- Yeah, yeah, it's just
I have this dinner for my mom,

and I thought I was gonna
be able to pop out,

but now it just feels--
feels a little rude.

- Okay.
- But hey.

Congrats on the show.

I wish I could be there.

- Yeah, I mean, if--
if you can't make it,

then you can't make it, so...
- Yeah, I just--

- Oh, hi, sweetheart.
Are you okay?

You just seemed
a little upset when--

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

Uh, why don't you just
go back to your table?

Now.
- Okay.

[printer whirrs]

Is there a printer in here?

- Oh, no, no, no.

I mean, this is an Applebee's
in Times Square,

so who knows
what people do in here.

Okay, bye now.

- Okay.

[gasps]
- Hello, Pat.

- Jesus.

- [sighs]

- Hey, did you see the sad news
about Curtis' show?

- Yes, I know.
It's 100% Fresh.

- Okay, what are
these reactions?

I said "sad."

The rest of the reviews
came in,

like, 95 of them,
and they're all bad.

That first review
was the only good one.

- Oh. No.

Really?
What exactly do they say?

Like, um, verbatim.

- Hi there, I just wanted
to apologize for my family.

I feel like we're making
quite the scene tonight.

- Oh, um...

Peas and carr--er--I--

- Like, here you are, trying
to run a normal establishment,

and my family comes in
and acts insane.

So I wanna pay
for everyone's meals.

- Oh, um, using--

using this machine.
- Uh, yeah.

You can just run it
in front of me.

I'll just wait here
while you do it.

- Yes, sure.

I'll do that...now.

Beep, boop.

Okay, you're all set.

- Sorry, I just saw you
slide the card on nothing

and say "beep, boop"
with your mouth.

- [laughs] I'm sorry about her.
She's new.

Anyways, hi, Ms. Dubek,
I am the general manager,

and I'm actually
on the phone

with Mr. Applebee's right now.

He wanted me to tell you
that everyone's meals

are on the house tonight
in honor of your birthday.

Thank you, sir.
I just told her, sir.

Uh-huh, ta-ta, sir.

Yeah, so there's, um,
no need to pay at all.

You can just, uh,
head back to your table.

- Sorry, so that was
Mr. Applebee's?

- Yes, Mr...
Randolph Applebee's.

Anyway, enjoy your
family dinner.

Your food will be right out.

- Okay.

Thank you.

[muttering]
We got it!

- Oh, here's a good one,
here's a good one.

"Entertainment Weekly"

calls it
"dismal and embarrassing."

- Okay, "EW," make it personal.

- Oh, and "Vulture"
wants to know,

"was this character a woman,

and they just turned it into
a gay guy last minute?"

Uh, yes, they did, bitch.
[laughter]

- Drag her, "Vulture"!

[knock at door]
- Oh, my God!

Flowers for me?

all: Ooh!
- [laughs]

- Hey!
- Ooh, Cary.

I thought you couldn't
come anymore.

- Oh, no, I figured it out.
Hooray!

all: Hey.
- Happy watch party, everyone.

Yeah, I just had this little
dinner thing for my mom,

and I wasn't sure
I could pop out early,

but then I thought
about it more, and I was like,

"I can pop out early."

Gotta be here to support
your show, right?

- Go fuck yourself, Cary.

- Wait, what?

- [sighs]
So weird.

[door clicks close]

[mellow music playing]

♪ ♪

Sorry, ma'am?

I just--have you been
to this Applebee's before?

I know this is
gonna sound crazy,

but I--I just--
I feel like something's off.

[phone rings]
Oh, sorry.

[phone chimes]
Hi, Chasey.

Wait, what is this?
What are you wearing?

- Hey, Mom,
I'm here to challenge you

to box me live in Las Vegas
this Saturday.

And guess what, Mom?

I'm gonna kick
your freakin' ass!

- What? Is this real?

Honey, I'm not boxing you.

- You heard it.
My mom's a coward.

Ahh!
- [gasps] It's working.

People are commenting that
Chase seems deeply unwell.

- Yes! Thank God.
- Wait, wait.

They're also saying Pam
must have done this to him?

- What?
- "Before Pam left,

"Chase would've never tried

to box his mother
in Las Vegas"?

Oh, my God,
this country hates women.

[laughs]
You almost gotta laugh.

- Fuck!
So bad boy was nothing,

and now bad dude's not enough,
which means...

we need to make him a bad man.

Someone I, as a woman,
could never support.

Okay, Chase, listen closely.

[phone clicks]
- [sighs]

So sorry for all this chaos,
ma'am.

[objects clatter]
Huh? Uh...

[whispering]
What the fuck?

[suspenseful music]

[actors repeating
"peas and carrots"]

- Peas and carrots.
Peas and carrots.

Peas and carrots.
Peas and carrots.

- Mom, Mom! Hey! What's wrong?
- Is everything okay?

- I think something weird
is going on in here.

Have you guys noticed?
- What?

- Seems pretty normal to me.
- Yeah.

This is actually one
of the most normal experiences

I've had in a restaurant.

- I just--there was
some weird dummy

in the bathroom just now,
and also,

I don't know if you guys
have noticed,

but everybody's been raving
about the peas and carrots,

but no one's actually eating
the peas and carrots.

I don't even think they have
peas and carrots on the menu--

- All right, here we go.

First things first,
our famous peas and carrots.

- There we are.

- She was just wondering
about those.

- I bet.
- Oh!

[bowl rattling]

- Okay.
And here's your steak.

I guess bon appétit.

Back with the rest in a sec.

- Okay.
[chuckles]

I'm so sorry for acting crazy
a second ago.

I guess they do have
peas and carrots.

[all laughing]
I'm sorry, guys.

Ah, ah.

Mmm. Wow.

This steak
is truly mouthwatering.

I mean, it's, like,
the best steak I've ever had

in my entire life.
- Mm.

- So I guess I just have
one question.

- Yeah?
- Where the fuck am I?

- [gasps] Mom!

- Curtis! Wha--

wait, wait, hold on, what--

what did I do?
- Cary.

I'd like you to leave.

- Wha--what the--

what are you talking about?
That's insane.

I'm--I'm here to support you.

- No, you're not.
You're not here to support me.

If you were actually
trying to support me,

you wouldn't have bailed when
you thought my show was good

and then shown up
once you knew it was bad.

- What?
That--that's not what happened.

I was literally at a dinner
for my mom,

and it felt rude to leave her.

- Yeah--but you did leave.

So what, what stopped you
from feeling rude?

- I--
- I think you saw the first

Rotten Tomatoes review
and everyone posting about it

and got jealous
that the show was good,

and you couldn't stand
to come anymore.

And then when the bad reviews
went up,

you did feel like coming, so--

- You think I went through
all those mental gymnastics?

It's actually sad
that my friend would think

that I would do that.
I'm not--

- It's sad that I know
my friend did that.

And I never would've jumped
to that conclusion last year,

but this year,
I'm jumping to it,

'cause I--I--I do.
I--I--[laughs]

I do think
that's what happened.

- Well, it's not!

I haven't even checked
Rotten Tomatoes once all day.

- Well, then,
show me your phone.

- What?
- Open your phone

and show me the last page
on your browser.

- Sorry, can you repeat
the question?

[plate clatters]
- Where am I?

Where the fuck am I?

- Hey, sweetie, just calm down.

- Mom, you are
a very famous woman

holding people at knifepoint
in an Applebee's.

[actors repeating
"peas and carrots"]

- You. What is going on here?

- Peas and carrots, peas and--
- Hello! Talk to me!

- [whispering]
They told us not to.

both: Peas and carrots.
- What? Who's "they"?

Who is "they"?

- Don't worry, nobody can talk
about any of this.

They all signed NDAs.
- Who did?

For what, Simu?
- Uh...

- Uh, okay, Mom,
why don't we just take a breath

and enjoy your nice,
normal family dinner?

- Oh, my God. Why is nobody--

[actors repeating
"peas and carrots"]

- I'll talk to her.
Uh, hey, Pat. Oh, shit.

- We're not in Times Square,
are we?

Oh, God, none of this is real.

- What are you talking about?
Babe, of course it is.

- Hi, everyone,
I just wanted you all

to meet my new girlfriend,
Everly.

- What?
Chase has a new girlfriend?

- Okay, no,
so this is not real.

- The two of us met at church.

That's right;
the Lord gave her to me.

- No.
- And the thing that I love

most about her is the way
she looks at me...

- No.
- The way she worships me...

- No.
- And the way she'll provide me

with strong, healthy sons.

- [gags]
- No, stop it, Chase!

What are you doing?
This isn't normal!

None of this is fucking normal!

- No, Mom, this thing
with Chase is normal.

It's so we don't have to send
Pam to the woods, remember?

- Yeah, couldn't be
more normal.

- No, no, this isn't right.
Where am I?

- Oh, no, babe.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Oh, no--

- Ah! Brooke!
- Oh, my God, we're inside?

- Brooke, Brooke, it worked.

We got our first #TeamPam.
- We did?

- Yes. "Oh, my God, eww,
what is this Christian shit?"

- What the fuck?

- "Thank God Pam got away,
this is cringe."

- Yes!
- "I guess I'm #TeamPam."

- Oh, my God. We did it!

I did it!

- [screams]
- Yep.

You came up with the most
bad man there is.

A good man.

- I don't have to go
to the woods!

- Yeah!
- I did a good thing!

I did a good thing!
[laughs]

- Sweetie, no!
[glass shatters]

- Holy shit!

Wait, no, Mom, this isn't safe.

Just come back
and we'll explain.

- Oh, God, someone help me!
Please help me!

- Hello, Mrs. Dubek.
I can help you.

- No. Get away from me!

Get the fuck away from me!
- Mom, this is crazy.

- Mom, come back!
- Simu, do something!

- Get me out of here!
Ah! What the fuck?

Get me the fuck out!
[people yelling]

[screams]

[softly]
Oh, my God.

[radio buzzes]
- Pam has found out.

- I was right.

This was fake.
[panting]

You're actors?

You're all actors?

- I did try to tell you, girl.

- So come on. Let's see it.
- [stammering]

Okay, you know what? No.
I'm not showing you my phone.

I might have porn up.
- Oh, my G--

we both know
you don't have porn up.

- [stammers]
- Fuck.

Fuck, Cary.

I just, like, wanted you to be

fuckin' happy for me
as my friend, but you can't.

Like, you probably
can't be happy for me.

You didn't wanna come tonight

because you were worried
I was getting something,

that I was gonna have a win.
- That's not true!

I want you to have wins.

I helped you get "Gay Minute"
and "Age Net Worth Feet"!

All I do is support you!

- You support me
when I'm below you!

You're happy for me
when I'm below you,

not when you think
that I might be your equal,

or, God forbid, above you.

And you're in luck
'cause my show sucks,

so back below ya, baby.

- So what, you ju--
you just think I'm a monster?

- I--I tried to be patient.

But we don't hang out anymore.

And when we do,
it is only about you.

But then last month,
when we came to your movie,

you wouldn't even
get a drink afterward

because you said
you had to sleep.

- I did have to sleep.

- Okay.

Okay.

Um...

You know what?
I'm 35 years old.

And I want good friends
in my life.

And I have good friends
in my life, and--

and I don't think
you're one of them now.

So, um...

yeah, I want you to go.

- Okay.

I guess--I guess I'll go.

[clattering]

- Oh, there you are!

- Oh, my God.
- Okay, now I lost the drive.

Here are your teeth.

And which one of your friends
wants to get on all fours

so you can ride him
like a horsey?

- I just--I really thought

I was having
a normal family dinner.

And I was excited!
I was so fucking excited.

- Pat, baby, that's--
that's why I did all this.

- Yeah, we thought
it would be nice

for you to feel normal
for a night.

- Well, guess what?
This was the least normal thing

that's ever happened to me
in my entire fucking life!

I can't believe
you did this to me.

- Told you.

- I just--I can't
do anything anymore.

Do you understand?
Like, I can't go eat.

I can't take a walk.

I can't date a normal person
without being a burden.

- Hey, you were never a burden,
sweetie.

- No, I was.
I know that I was.

- I'm sorry.
That must be so hard.

- Yeah, that must be
so tough, Pat.

- Yeah, and now the only man
I can date is Marvel's Simu Liu.

Like, Marvel's Simu Liu is the
only type of man I can be with?

- Okay, can't say I feel bad
for you on that.

- I mean, for the last month,
all I've been able to do

"for my safety"
is sit on a private jet

and get eaten out nonstop
by Marvel's Simu Liu.

Like, that's my whole life.

- Yeah, I do think
we should just move off

of the whole
"Marvel's Simu Liu" stuff.

- Yeah, not sure you realize
how you're coming across.

- Oh, who gives a fuck,
Katrina?

You signed an NDA, honey,

so you can't say jack shit about
how I'm "coming across."

And Simu doesn't even know

what he's doing down there,
so there.

- Wait, what?
- [laughs]

- I just--

I just feel like I can't be
in the world anymore.

Like I've ruined my life.
I've ruined my whole life.

- Oh, Mom.

- Do you--do you wanna go
for a walk?

- No.
[sniffles]

I just--I wanna be alone.

I'm not mad, I--

I just wanna be by myself.

[sighs]

- Mom.
- Uh--

- [sighs]

- All right, load out.
Load out to truck four.

- Wow, this burger
is actually good.

- It should be.
It's Peter Luger.

I guess cheers

to a truly apocalyptic night
for our family.

- I know. Hope Mom's okay.

- Aww. Me, too, bud.

But hey,
at least we helped Pam.

It's not nothing.
- Totally.

It just sucks 'cause everyone
does think I'm bad now.

Like, everyone's just saying
really mean stuff online.

- Oh.

Fuck. I mean, duh, but--
shit, I--

- Hey. Did I miss it?
How'd it go?

- Bad, man. Went real bad.

- But hey,
congrats on 100% Fresh.

- What?

Is a "WindWeaver" review up?

- No, like 200 reviews are up.

I guess 'cause it's good,

they decided
to post them early.

They're saying
it's a legit masterpiece.

- Holy shit!

[voice distorted]
My bad show is good?

[gritty electronic music]

♪ ♪