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THE DAY OF THE MURDER

Would you like me to feed you now, Emperor?

No, slave. I want to feed you !

Permission to enter, sir.

Yes! Oh, yes!

Enter me!

Oh, cut!

I'm the director! I yell cut!

Who said that?

- I did! - Oh.

We're not doing The Wizard Does Oz today.

We don't need Munchkins until next week.

♪Where the bears are We wanna be♪

SEASON 6 EPISODE 4 CUPCAKE BEARS

I am the writer of this epic historical drama,

and yet none of the lines that I've heard so far

are in my script!

That's because I do not follow the script.

I just use it as a blueprint!

Blueprint?

How about I put a footprint

right in your ass! Huh?

Come on! Come on, I can do this.

George, we're already two hours over schedule.

Come on, Sebastian knows what he's doing--

Yeah, but Ben-Whore is my passion project, Wood.

Look, if you're a good little boy and leave us alone,

you can play Puck the fairy in my next movie,

A Midsummer Night's Wet Dream.

I want you off my set!

Fine. I get paid one way or another.

But...

Don't worry, Wood!

I will assume directing duties and turn this

into the epic classic that it's just begging to be!

I will not lose the day!

- I promise! - Forget it, George.

What do you mean?

Sebastian brought his own crew.

Well, is there anything I can do to change your mind?

Nothing, I'm afraid.

My marriage is just too important to me.

What's that like? Caring about your marriage?

Well, in the words of my girl, Sasha Fierce, Queen B,

"If you liked it,

then you should've put a ring on it!"

All the single ladies going to Moscow!

Sorry, kid. The brass upstairs doesn't want

a rookie on this one.

I wish they did.

It kills me that I'm disappointing you like this,

and I understand if this dings my record

or slows my advancement within the agency...

Or leads to your immediate termination...

Shut up.

But I have made progress on the Falcon case,

and my sources tell me that an assassin may be headed to Los Angeles right now.

Falcon?

It's all right, Stevens. He has clearance.

Okay.

We've been tracking a sleeper assassin

hidden somewhere in the United States

and we've just received intel

that he's been activated and is ready

to strike a target called the Falcon... that's all we know.

Knock, knock!

I thought you boys might want to try some of my

homemade wild strawberry champagne cupcakes!

I was feeling creatively inspired this morning.

Please. I don't do carbs.

Honey, it's kind of a busy day today.

Well, okay.

I'll just put them here, and you can try them later.

- Okay. - They're gluten free!

Thank you.

That's very nice of you. Thank you so much.

So, what's the intel on the shooter's identity?

We've picked up some chatter,

but no actionable intelligence so far.

All right, keep me in the loop.

This faceless assassin has a-- quite a reputation.

Look, if we get a chance to nab this guy,

I think what we need to do is just...

Is there something wrong, Cuddle-Bug?

Is it so hard to try a cupcake?

Just one? I worked so hard baking them and frosting them,

and you're just gonna let them sit there?

How can you be so mean and insensitive?

I'm sorry, honey. I just--

Just eat a fucking cupcake!

Don't just stand there! Eat a fucking cupcake!

Oh, boy, these look good.

Aw, you're just saying that.

No, it's delicious.

Thank you so much for bringing them.

- Uh-huh. - Did you bring any napkins?

What? I'm supposed to remember napkins, too,

after slaving away?

Just... lick your fingers!

Lick your fingers like I wish you'd lick my pussy!

Would you stop talking.

My dry pussy!

♪Where the bears are We wanna be♪

♪Where the bears are Where the bears are♪