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- There she is.

Whore of whores!

My Frankie could have
any woman on earth,

and he chose you?
- Ma!

What are you doing here?

Why can't you just be
happy that I'm happy...

With Liz?
- Can I just say one sentence?

- Dio mio, I'm an old fool.
What is wrong with me?

My boy's in love!

Oh!

Come over for dinner. Tonight.

Do you like ox, Liz?
I'll defrost an ox for you.

Mwah! Mush! Eh!

Oh... oh!

- Look, if the
situation was reversed,

you know I'd pretend
to be your boyfriend.

- I have a boyfriend. In Canada.

Seriously. Criss is in
Canada for the week.

And I can't be your girlfriend,

'cause I'm not an old pedophile.

- We prefer the
term adultophobe.

- Lynn, what is going on here?

- Well, I'm hiding from Sylvia.

I got really good
at hiding in prison

and making wine in my toilet.

- Does your mom not
know you guys are together?

It's been a year.
- Sylvia doesn't approve of me.

No one can remember why anymore.

- You were his teacher,
and you seduced him.

- Look, here's what happened.
My mom was snooping in my room,

'cause she loves me,
and she found a letter.

- Look what I found in your
pornography collection...

A love letter. Who
sent this to you?

Who is "I"?

- So you told her "I" was me?

- Liz, we just need
you to go along with this

until... I don't
know, my mom dies.

- Or I die.

- No. I'm not helping
to protect this.

It's creepy.
- This is creepy?

In prison, I was part of a
fake family with a bald woman,

and our son was a
basketball with a wig on it,

but... okay. Um, this is creepy.

- Frank, tell your
mother the truth,

'cause living a lie
will eat you up inside.

Like that parasite I got
from eating Sushi on amtrak.

♪ ♪

- That's quite a suit, Kenneth.
- Thank you, sir.

All my suits are
my late father's...

Mr...

That's weird.

- Kenneth, since you've
left the page program,

finding you a new
position here has been

one of the most difficult
challenges of my career.

And I'm including
making it through the '80s

without having sex
with Belinda Carlisle.

- I know, sir,

but I just couldn't
work in ad sales.

We have far too many sponsors

that make housework
easier for women.

- That's why I'm putting you
in the standards department.

You'll be responsible for
keeping the airwaves free

of content that might
offend any group.

It's a good starting
place, but Kenneth,

if you wanna make it
in the business world,

you can't be so...
Morally stubborn.

There are Gray areas.

- Oh, no, sir.

There's always
a right and wrong.

Before he died, my father
gave me a piece of advice.

"Son, if you wanna
get ahead in this world...

Oh, god, this hurts...
Tell your mother I'm gay."

- Nerf rifle. Mass effect 3.

What else do we
need for, uh, research?

- Well, I need the deutsche
grammophon box set

for my opera sketch.
- An opera?

Is there singing?
Because I sing.

Tracy doesn't sing,
so I should do it.

The audience expects
it. I'll sleep with you.

- No, Jenna, none of this
stuff is really for sketches.

We're just saying that so we
can charge it all to the show.

It's the perfect crime... As
long as Pete never finds out.

- Who drank this?

This is the scotch I was
saving for my birthday.

Someone with a key to my office,

a janitor or a security
guard or some black...

Hearted individual,
probably white,

has ruined the Hornberger hang

for all of us!

- Let's get forensics in here.

Have the techs
lift a latent print,

and run it against AFIS.

Maybe the perp's in the system.

- Wow, J-Mo, you
sound like a cop,

and I should know.

My uncle was a
cop... In a porno.

- Tracy, every blond
actress in the business

has done a pilot about a
tough but pretty lady cop

with special abilities.

Mine was called Goodlooking.

I played Alexis Goodlooking

who was also good-looking,

and my special ability was
being good at looking for clues.

Let's get forensics in here.

Have the techs
lift a latent print,

and run it against AFIS.

Maybe the perp's in the system.

Unlike my husband's
killer, who got away,

and it haunts me.

- You know what?

We should use your skills

to solve the case of
Pete's missing booze.

- That was a long
time ago, Tracy.

My detective days are over.

- You sure about that?

Because like all black actors,

I have a lot of experience
with playing a wise black fellow

who gets reluctant
white people to do things.

Well...

I'm just an old fool, of course,

and I don't know much
about politics or the like.

But I do know america's
kinda like this here

crab apple tree...

John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

- All right, I'll do it.

Let's ride, partner.

Whoop!

- I have some real problems

with this law &
order SVU script.

We can't say "dick wolf" on TV.

- Listen up, standards
and practices.

I just had an emergency
meeting with legal,

and we can no
longer use the words

"hit, great show, fun,"
or "broadcast television."

Now, Kenneth...

- Mr. Donaghy, Bradley Tarkin,
junior compliance associate.

We met last year at your
completely silent presentation

on the power of eye contact.

- Ah, yes. I believe
it was entitled...

- I was just an intern then,

but afterwards,
I got you to sign

my first edition of Jack attack.

- You know, the first
edition has a typo.

When I took over
microwaves, I said to the team,

"by the end of this quarter,"

"we're all gonna be in
the black... comma... guys."

Not, "we're all gonna
be in the black guys."

Anyway, nice to meet
you again, Bradley.

Uh, Kenneth, a word.

- Balloon!

- Kenneth, you
are now officially

in the business world.

Bradley is trying
to destroy you.

Destroy me?

He's the best
friend I've ever had,

tied with everyone
I've ever met.

- Kenneth, if you learn
one thing from me, it's this:

In business, you
have no friends.

Let me tell you a little story.

There was once a man
named... Henry Warren.

Henry pretended to be my friend,

but he turned out to be
my very first Nemesis.

- We got the contract!

We're gonna make
the bottles for new coke.

And I'm gonna make
sure you get all the credit.

- Aces!

Let's do some cocaine.

My friendship with
Henry was a lie.

We were just waiting for the
chance to destroy the other one.

- But Bradley gave
me my nickname.

"Susan."

Like "lazy Susan,"

'cause I'm lazy and effeminate.

- Bradley is dangerous.
Last year he was an intern.

Now he's a junior
compliance associate.

How did he get
promoted so quickly?

I signed his book.
He had my signature.

He probably put it on a forged
letter of recommendation.

- Ooh, sir. That's
awfully paranoid.

- Exactly. "Paranoid,"

from the Greek "para"
meaning "beside,"

and "noid," which
is some sort of a...

Pizza demon! No,
that can't be right.

The point is, you've got
to be paranoid, Kenneth.

You've gotta go in
there and crush Bradley

like I crushed Henry Warren.

- But I've never crushed anyone

except accused witches.

Get in there!

- Be cool, be cool, be cool.
- How did you get in here?

- Oh, Frank said you
couldn't come to dinner

because you
weren't feeling well.

But I know the
best thing for a fever

is food, wine, and
cheek pinching!

So I packed everything up,

prayed to the patron
Saint of locked apartments,

and here we are.
- No. Absolutely n...

- you don't have a say
in this! Now, lie down.

While I'm here, you do nothing.

As we say in Italy...

Eat an arancine.

I love our little family.

- Pete?

Yeah, I saw him earlier today.

Why? Something wrong?

- Someone drank his scotch.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

- Why would I?

I was gonna drink it
with him on his birthday.

- Okay, but if you
think of anything,

use this phone as
a reminder to call us.

I may not pick up,

'cause I lost my phone just now.

- If you think of anything,

call us.

- Hang on. This
chair's been moved.

Read him his rights.

I should tell my husband
I'm gonna be late tonight.

No, wait, I can't. He's dead.

Hang on.

The trash was moved.

Hiding something, Mr. Lutz?

- Okay. I drank
it. We all drank it.

We wanted booze, but we
didn't wanna hang out with Pete.

It's the worst!

He always brings out
his guitar and sings.

He's got one story,
and it's about him

seeing Phil donahue at a mall.

- Now comes the worst part.

The paperwork.

- What's wrong, Susan?

- Mr. Pfister just took
me to the woodshed,

which I didn't even realize
could be a metaphor.

I guess I signed off on a script

where an Asian character
refers to "Rindsay Rohan"

posing for "prayboy."

But I know that's
very offensive.

Especially because asians
are under-represented

on this network.
- Exactly.

If there are more
actors of Asian descent...

- shut up! Just shut up, Roy!

- I am talking to Kenneth.
- I'm dealing with something!

- No one wants to hear from you.

- I don't even remember
reading that script.

- It's... your signature
on the memo.

- That does look like my "x."

- Susan, as a friend,

quit before they fire you.

- Your meatballs are good!

Like Ikea good!

Is there parmesan in this?

And Lemon. And a little fennel?

- Are you sure
you're not Italian, Liz?

Maybe from the north?

That's where the
vampires used to live.

What's the matter,
Frank? You're so quiet!

You're sitting at dinner next
to a beautiful older woman.

Eat something and kiss her!

- No! I can't do this.

Ma, Liz isn't the
"I" in that letter.

It's... Lynn Onkman.

- Elizabeth, I'm gonna
ask you to leave.

- But this is my...

- I don't think
Bradley's my friend.

- I hate to say, "told ya,"
because it reminds me

of my one-night
stand with Nikki Finke.

- He's trying to get
me fired. What do I do?

Pray for a body switch mix-up

so we can see the world
from each other's perspectives?

- No. You destroy him.

With this.

I did some research.

And unlike what he
wrote on his application,

Bradley never
graduated from Syracuse.

He's four credits shy of
a degree in bro studies.

You slip this transcript
under your Manager's door,

and he's fired.

- No! I can't do that.

It's wrong!

- If you don't get
him, he gets you.

And that little snake

keeps slithering up
the corporate ladder

instead of a good
man like yourself.

Kenneth, sometimes you've
gotta get your hands dirty

for the good of company...

And country.

- My two favorite
kinds of music.

- Hey, everybody's just
sitting around in there

waiting for you two
to shoot promos.

Thank god I've got my
awesome Phil donahue story.

- Pete, there's been a
development in the whiskey case.

- What? No! Forget the whiskey!

Look, all I wanted to do
was hang with my friends,

rock some jams,

and tell the story about my
cousin seeing Phil donahue.

I mean me! I-I'm
the one who saw him.

- We just wanted to tell you...

We don't know what
happened to your whiskey.

- What was that?

- He doesn't need to
know how it went down.

It would hurt him too much.

I broke the number one
rule of being on the force.

- Don't fall in
love with your car?

- No. I let it get personal.

- You're right.

The car thing is stupid.

- The thing is, the
writers got away with it.

- So what are we
gonna do about it?

- We're goin' rogue.

Hey.

Sorry about last night.

- Yeah. I had to sleep here.

You know, they
turned the heat off.

If I hadn't found that
other blanket, I'd...

Wait, where'd it go?

Oh, god. It was mice!

The blanket was mice!

So... what happened with Sylvia?

- You were right, Liz.

Lying to my mom
was stressing me out.

I mean, I haven't
gained weight in months.

It wasn't worth it.

- So what, you
broke up with Lynn?

- Just promise me...
- Here.

- That you'll take
care of yourself.

Don't let Liz work you too hard.

I do really hate her.

I think she's a terrible person.

- First of all, why were
you in my bedroom,

and why would you tell me
that part of the conversation?

- It's the only part where we
weren't having break-up sex.

- Come on!
- Look, I'm sorry.

And I appreciate
everything you did, so...

I made you some meatballs.

It's my mom's recipe.

- So you're sure you're okay?
- Yeah.

Definitely. With
all this behind me,

I'm... happy. Thanks.

Eat them now!

- Quiet. I do the talking.

- Henry.

Henry Warren?

- Henry Warren-Chang.

I married a very
bossy Chinese lady.

- What on earth
are you doing here?

Please, sit down.
- Ha-ha. Thank you.

- I haven't seen you since
the 1985 G.E. talent show

when I convinced you
to sing monster mash,

knowing full well
that Jack Welch

is terrified of monsters,
and I ended your career.

- Not "ended."

Ha-ha. Doing
quite well, actually.

In publishing now.
Encyclopedias.

I wanted to stop by
because a young man

named Kenneth Parcell came
to my office this afternoon.

- Oh, he did? What did he want?

- He wanted to find out
if my life turned out okay

after you took me down.

Because he's afraid he might
have to do the same thing

to someone else.

- And what did you tell him?
- I told him the truth.

I'm great.

I lease a certified
pre-owned Lexus,

both my sons are magicians,

and for my birthday,

Wei-Lin got me tickets to
the Broadway show Memphis.

- So...
- Wow.

- And I see that you've
done very well for yourself.

- Well, that sofa is
made from sea biscuit.

- Well... We're both
very impressive.

But at what cost, Jack?

The first couple months
that we worked together,

we were good friends,

and then we turned
against each other and...

- oh, come on, Henry.
We were never friends.

We were pretending so we could
learn each other's weaknesses

and then... Exploit them.

- But what about
all the dinners?

I mean, we talked for hours.

- I was gathering information.
- All right.

What about the
drive up to pittsfield

when we stopped
at Sturbridge Village?

Remember? We had fun.

We saw a candle being made.

- I didn't really care
about that candle, Henry.

I don't even remember
what color it was.

- Regular white-tan
candle color, Jack!

You know what?

I really feel sorry
for Kenneth Parcell,

because you're gonna
beat all that's good out of him

and turn him into another
paranoid corporate killer.

- I remember our
trip to Hilton head.

- That wasn't me!

- Take a seat, 'cause
no one's going anywhere.

- We know you all
drank Pete's scotch...

So here's how
we're gonna play it.

You're gonna hang out with
Pete every night this week.

- Why would we do that?

- 'Cause we have you dead
to rights, you black bastard!

- And if you don't play along,

we tell Pete about
your little scam...

How the show's been
paying for your video games

and nerf rifles and pornography.

That's right!

We know you ordered a
porn version of temple grandin

entitled ten Poles rammed in.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourselves.

- Let's get outta here, Maroney.

The sight of these people
plus the crayons I ate earlier

make me sick.

- ♪ Sing us a song,
you're the guitar man ♪

♪ and this is Pete's
birthday night ♪

- Any mysteries that
need solving, Liz?

- Actually, yes.
- What happened?

Who attacked you and
gave you that haircut?

- No, it's these meatballs.
They don't taste right.

There's an extra ingredient.

It's something familiar.

P.S. I love you is so sad.

No one should have to be married

to Gerard Butler.

Or hilary swank!

It's tears!

Frank was crying
when he made these.

Oh, he lied! He's miserable.

- But I don't understand.
He seemed so happy earlier.

- Forget it, Tracy.

It's midtown.

- Kenneth, don't do it.

You can't destroy Bradley,
you... Innocent goon.

You're the most
remarkable person I know,

and I've met Jaleel White.

Incredibly charismatic.

He makes Stefan Urquelle
look like Steve Urkel.

- But my career.
- Forget about your career.

I'd rather see you get
fired and lease a car

than watch you turn
into someone like me.

Now, give me that transcript.

- So you're trying to help me.

- Of course I am,
Kenneth. I'm your friend.

- It's just... The other
day you said in business

I have no friends,

and you were
right about Bradley,

so what does that say about you?

Maybe you're afraid
I will become you.

I'll climb that corporate ladder

until I eventually
take your job.

And then where will you be?

Out on your ass

like stone mountain's mailman

riding his trusty
donkey erasmus.

- Wow. That is some
high-level paranoid thinking.

Like Hitler... Or Willy Wonka.

If you're thinking that way,

then I'm... Already too late.

- Why are you keeping me
late to write the cold open?

- Well, you know politics.
- I don't know anything.

I get all my news from the
radio in Grand Theft Auto.

- Frankie! Are you okay?

La Donna di scoregge
called and said you were sick,

so I came by to make
you chicken soup.

Where can I kill this?
- Wait... Liz called you?

- No. She called me.
- You!

How dare you? Get
out of my Liz's office.

- You said Frank wanted
to get back together.

- Why would you tell her
that? I said I was happy.

- You lied... you're miserable.
You cried in my food!

Sylvia, your son is not sick.

And Lynn, Frank
didn't actually say

that he wanted to
get back together.

- So I wore my sexy
underwear for nothing?

- I'll kill you!

- Ma'am, I am in a
Mexican prison gang.

You kill me, los tiberones
will green-light a 1 -8-7 on you,

and you don't want
that kind of heat.

- Sylvia, your son is not happy.

And not that you care,
but neither is Lynn.

- Oh, that's true.
When Liz called me,

I was getting this tattoo.

I'm not creative.

- And believe me, I get
it. This shouldn't work.

I mean, how they
met is disgusting.

Their age difference
is just weird.

They shouldn't go together.

But you know what else
shouldn't go together?

Veal, fennel, Lemon,
cheese, and pork.

That's right. Your meatballs.

Lynn and Frank...

Are just as good
as your meatballs.

- That's it? We're meatballs?

That's the stupidest
thing I've ever heard.

Do you have any idea

what I've been through for love?

Public humiliation.

Johnny Carson in his monologue
said I was looking at 20 years,

but I'd probably be
more attracted to 12.

I mean, that's an
okay joke, but it hurt.

And then prison, where
we only had one movie

with dabney Coleman
and the kid from E.T.?

- Cloak & dagger?
- Shut up, Liz.

I lost my house, my life,

but it has all been worth it.

I mean, even if I never see
Frank again, it was worth it.

And you call us meatballs!

Elizabeth,

I'm gonna ask you to leave.

- Okay, but if you look
at my Internet history,

I'm researching a movie
about two male centaurs kissing.

- Oh... I was wrong.

This isn't creepy because
you're dating your teacher.

This is creepy because
you're dating your mother.

You found someone just like me

because I'm the woman
you really wanna be with!

- 'Cause you're the best!

Lynn and Sylvia: Oh,
Frankie, you're the best.

- Oh, my big family.

- ♪ And Phil donahue's
walking past cinnabon ♪

♪ and he's making
eye contact with me ♪

♪ I can tell by his smile
that he'll stay for a while ♪

♪ and say, "Pete,
you're who I wanna be" ♪

- Well, maybe I
never did go to college

or travel around the world.

So I don't know much
about worldly things

like taco meat and
having all your fingers.

Lord knows some of
my friends are just shrubs

I put hats on and get high with.

My wife had two of
the president's babies,

and you're one of 'em.

I can tell you one thing...

I'm gonna kill all
y'all in y'all sleep.

Now, I don't know nothing
about no literature or history,

but I'll tell you
what I do know.

This movie was
written by white nerds.

Cut!