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out there?

We're doing it, man.

You know,

I mean follow through.

All right.

I now you think we're doing it,

but you've got nothing.

We've just found out

about a suicide at ltl.

From a random stranger

on the street.

And the best interview

we've had all day

is from a friend we planted.

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying you need

to get some better interviews

or this is going nowhere

unless you talk to somebody

who is involved

or directly affected.

Yeah, I have an issue too.

What?

I don't think I'm the best

choice to be on camera.

Oh, my God.

I am so glad you said that

and not me.

A teacher of mine

[indistinct] Pulled

some strings he had

with the connection

to the ltl suicide.

Sounds crazy,

but it's our first

big interview.

So, today we're going down

to irvine

to interview Mrs. valliani.

She's the widow

of Abdul valliani.

Abdul is in

rocko's inner-circle

and it's a pretty small circle.

All we know about his suicide

is that it's shrouded

in mystery.

We don't know

if it has anything to do

with ltl

or if he was just

a secretly depressed guy.

Where's Scott?

No hi bell?

You look nice this morning,

bell?

It's good to see you, bell?

Sorry.

He can't make it.

You get me.

What?

He better have a good excuse

for screwing me.

He's hardly screwing you.

Really?

Besides that's why I'm here.

I just totally made a joke

about screwing you

and I can't even get a chuckle?

I knew he wasn't into this.

You and Scott just have

different strategies.

Strategies?

Bell, where is he?

I don't know.

Some breakfast function

with some dude

from discovery channel.

Not hirsch Baker?

That's the guy, yeah.

Traitor.

Okay.

You know what?

Here, take this.

I'm done.

Bell? Bell?

Hirsch Baker is on the board

responsible for giving out

great.

Good for Scott.

I'm applying for

the clemens grant.

I need to meet hirsch Baker.

I mean he didn't even

tell me he was going.

He knew you had

this interview Dillon.

This is a big slap

in the face.

Admit it.

Admit it, bell,

on camera that this is bs.

I'm not doing this.

Bell?

What?

I'm sorry.

I need your help today.

You're right

and Scott is lucky to have

such a brilliantly talented

girlfriend,

incredibly sexy,

always correct.

Your urine cures cancer

in orphans

in third world countries.

Your penis is much bigger

than mine and prettier too.

All right.

Get in the car, freak.

Better be nice to me.

? Music

this is nice, dil.

Students are all using

newer models than that.

It's pretty good

for what we need though.

Bell, what are you doing?

I want to see me.

Okay, but I need

to drive too.

Mr. Smith.

Oh, jeez.

I've heard that in typical

mad scientist fashion

that you will be purchasing

your own print

and letting it be known

to the documentary viewing

world as a sacrifice

to the quality of your art.

I hope the quality of my art

isn't dependent on the quality

of my [Indistinct].

[Laughing]

When does your print arrive?

I ordered it,

but they've pushed

the release date back

a couple of times already.

As you may already know,

death dates

will not be available

with the purchase

of your print.

Ltl is currently

fighting for you

and we're confident

in our future legal victory

it will give you the back

the rights,

the information

of your own DNA.

Those commercials

are so annoying.

The message boards

are all talking about religion.

It's easy to pick

something like religion,

but think about

how this could weave its

into every nook and cranny

of our lives.

Like?

Well, like, okay.

Since women are physically

connected to their children

during pregnancy,

ltl claims that women, not men,

women can use their DNA

prints to get a glimpse

at any future children

that they're going to have.

It's something to do

with half the kid's DNA

belongs to the dad.

So, take the kid's DNA,

match it up against a database

of male prints and a woman

can find out who

she's going to have kids with

maybe before she even

meets the guy.

Dating without

all the game play.

Well, that takes the fun

out of it.

Maybe for you.

I have no game.

I mean I would much rather

just knock on someone's door

and be like,

excuse me ma'am,

I have this print here

that says we're going

to have kids together.

Yeah, that's weird.

What if you could

forward your print

and take it to hotties

and use it to get laid?

Oh, and I'm the weird one?

I think you have some urges

you need to let out.

Have you met...?

Who?

Bell, have I met who?

Have you met Ellie's

roommate?

She's really cute.

You should totally

go out with her.

Out of my face now.

Oh, come on.

She's girlfriend quality.

Look.

She should be expecting me.

I asked you nicely,

but if you push the call button

one more time,

the cops will be called.

Goddammit.

Turn off the camera, bell.

There's nothing to see.

Wait,

this changes everything.

It tilts the scale towards

conspiracy theories now.

There's even more mystery

behind this guy's death now.

Whatever.

Excuse me?

You're just going to give up

after one let down?

What the hell do I have

on my life's resume

that says I have what it takes

to make a documentary

on what could conceivably be

the biggest story in 50 years?

What are you talking about?

I'm a 32-year-old wannabe

deep in debt

to wasted education.

I have no savings,

no retirement, no investments,

let alone a relationship

or a family.

I mean the only reason

I can even afford my apartment

because it's free to me

for being a slave

to the building.

Great job, bell.

I mean I'm never going

to get a promotion.

Stuck in a bad salary

most of which is services

rather than cash.

I don't need a print.

My whole life is a print.

I know my future.

You're right.

This job was too big for you.

Next time you fill

an occupation box you should

just put apartment manager.

I get it, bell.

Turn off the camera.

Wow, tough life, man.

Callouses on your hand

must be rough as sandpaper.

I get it.

Now stop.

You know what?

You should just follow

in Mr. valliani's footsteps.

It's just too tough, you know?

You're a little b*tch

and everyone knows it.

So, why don't you just

[indistinct]?

Enough, bell!

That's enough.

Enough!

You know that he was dead,

all right?

So, why did you ask

for an interview?

Is it because capturing

someone else's pain

so good for your movie?

Is it?

Well, here.

What else?

You want me to tell you

that knowing his future

was too much for him?

Fine.

But you know,

you know what's worse?

Is knowing that

you can't lie to yourself.

You can't say

I did what I had to.

I had no other choice.

Or if I had chosen

another route.

Because if you did something

wrong or bad

it was inside you all along.

It was you that was bad.

Not the decision.

All right, bell.

Get in the car.

We've got to go.

Okay, I see.

You got what you came for.

You can forget about me.

Go on.

Get out of here.

I'm calling the police.

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