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( music playing )
( man singing in Spanish )
( electric guitar riff )
We're back with non-stop, Godforsaken coverage
of the Shock-A-Con Talk-A-Thon.
( electric guitar riff )
It's 11:00... ish.
The floor has completely closed down,
except for around the Course of Ambivalence,
where authorities and claims adjusters have been given access
through the night.
Let's check in with Rico Java on the floor.
What? Back to you.
No, no, I took the last hour. Back to you.
There's nothing left to report on, Janet.
The floor is shut down. The only thing worth reporting
is happening in here, and I can't get in 'cause they're at capacity.
Janet: Oh, my God, Rico.
Come on.
It's really hard for me, okay? Have some sympathy.
You know how hard this job is for someone like me?
I should be an actress. Back to you!
Hey, Janet, Janet. Back to you.
- Back to you. - Back to you, Janet.
- Back to you. - Back to you!
- Back to you. - Back to you.
Go report on the Talk-A-Con Shock-A-Thon.
( electric guitar riff )
Shock-A-Con Talk-A-Thon.
- ( electric guitar riff ) - Rico, everyone knows
your real name is Brandon. Back to you.
( repeats rapidly ) Shock-A-Con Talk-A-Thon.
( electric guitar riff repeats rapidly )
Back to you.
Thank you.
What the fuck?
( sensor beeping )
My face. I'm gonna carry something in my face.
Tiffany, no!
How did you even-- we were on the same elevator.
Tiffany, no! No.
No, this is poison for you, poison. Mm-mmm, mm-mmm.
Ugh, I can feel it ruining my life right now.
So good. Ruining it right up.
Order a soda.
Vodka soda, please.
Vod-- no alcohol.
I thought vodka was a flavor of soda.
No, no. Tiffany, no.
Mm-mmm!
Your sobriety is getting me wasted.
- I have got to find-- - Finley Farrow?
Bobbie, what are you doing here?
Oh, I've been staking out this party for two hours.
My plan is underway, and soon,
Finley will be under Wray.
Under-- no, look. I just need to talk to her.
Oh, well, as soon as I take out my target over there,
- you can talk her silly. - Oh, crap!
Oh, he's hot.
Ease up, Tiffany. That one's mine.
He won't know what hit him.
- Okay. - Tequila?
Tiffany, no.
Thank you.
How do I look?
- That's good? Okay. - Show your tits.
- Hmm? - ( gasps )
- Tiffany! - What is that?
Chest hair.
- It grows there? - Yeah.
You need to put it away. I don't like it.
You know, I would if I still had buttons.
Tiffany, no!
Girth: Right, yeah, and a sheila--
- Finley. - Wray.
I have been looking for you all weekend.
Well, here I am, in the flesh.
- What? - It's gross, I don't-- nothing.
Uh, anyway, do you know Girth?
Oh, yeah, yeah, we're mates.
Go from way back, eh? ( chuckles )
How are ya?
I have yet to meet the lovely Tiffany Gisella.
- Can we be mates? - We'll have a crack at it.
Tiffany, it is so nice to meet you.
I-- I read your article in "People" magazine.
Congratulations on your sobriety.
Thank you. Every second hurts.
Here we go. Let's party.
Uh, I actually can't drink in front of someone who's in recovery.
It's not appropriate.
Nor I.
Either.
You know what? I do this to help, because I, um...
I expose her to real situations, under close supervision.
Yeah, where is she, mate?
Shit. She's probably at
her 11:17 AAA meeting.
Triple-A meeting. She's doing so good.
Bobbie: Girth Hemsworth!
The Burbong dance has begun!
Whoa, that's just, um-- that's just heaps offensive.
Are you ready to be a man?
( vocalizing )
Now listen here, you--
- Jesus Christ! - Oh. Oh, no.
Uh, she did it.
Oh, jeez, oh, yeah. That's quite a wallop.
Whoo, yeah, that's gonna require a bit of a sticheridoo, I think.
Let me get a bit of dental floss and a sharp stick, eh?
She'll be right.
- Drama. - Drama.
I hate drama, drama.
Unless the drama is hour-long format on network television.
Tuesday nights at 8:00, something.
- I don't know. - I watched your audition today.
- You did? - Yeah, it was-- it was--
agonizing.
In a good way.
Most played it like a manly man.
Yeah, not-- not-- not me.
No, you brought a desperation to it.
It was very real, Wray. Very.
Well, Blade is written real. He's three-dimensional.
Doctor... cop... lawyer.
- Right. And he's haunted. - Yeah.
- He seems lost. - Like you.
He's-- ( sobs )
I was-- I was kidding, Wray.
So am I. I'm kidding too.
I've never been lost. I have a great sense of direction.
You've got a lot of stuff going on up in there.
It's noisy. It can be noisy.
Hi, Wray!
- Hi. - God damn it.
- You're Brenda. - Yes.
I'm Finley. I loved you in "Spectrum," truly.
Oh, thank you.
I hope I'm not speaking out of turn,
but Wray here is a dedicated, thoughtful performer,
and I hope you get a chance to find that out yourself.
Thank you. Thank you so much, Brenda.
You're welcome. Also, can I borrow $65,000?
- You work. - Excuse me?
55 thou-- 56, 50.
I'm in a ton of weight loss debt.
Pounders, you know Pounders?
They've sent these black turtles after me.
- Let's get you some water. - They're everywhere.
You'll see them when they come. They all wear black,
'cause it's slimming. Aah! Black turtle!
See? I'm gonna lose the weight!
I'm gonna hit my goal weight!
- Back off. - Here, here, here, here.
I can get-- I just don't want to touch...
- No, it's fine. - ...your bits.
I'm so sorry about that.
That's why "Spectrum" should never have reunions.
That's my old cast. I want a new cast.
I mean, with you-- this is nice. I like talking to you.
I really appreciate having this shot.
- ( loud bang ) - ( people screaming )
Was that a gunshot?
Yeah. Yeah, it was.
- Go. - Back, stay back!
We gotta get you to safety, Miss Farrow.
- God damn it, Stutter. - People sure are jumpy, huh?
- Damn it, Stutter! - I wanted to show you
this non-lethal sniper rifle.
Bean bag round. Accurate up to 200 yards,
if conditions are right.
Conditions will never be right.
Could you please take off that face mask?
You're freaking me the hell out.
( groans )
Could you please put back on the face mask?
You're freaking me the hell out.
You're wrong about that, Wray,
although you were right about the need for a safety.
I was nowhere near the trigger.
( music playing )
( sighs )
( music continues )
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