This Is Your Death Page #4
- Year:
- 2017
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Shakespeare knew this.
Milton, Beckett...
What-- what're you doing?
Looking to see
if you secretly have Wikipedia
open on your phone.
Uh, shots anyone?
- Yes.
- Yeah.
Hey, good news.
I found you more hours.
Really?
Thank you.
- Hey, I appreciate it.
- Yeah, no problem.
It's three hours a night in Riverside.
It starts at 2:
30am.Woah, Jerry, wait.
2:
30?I-I finish here at 2:00.
I can't make it from Century
City to Riverside in 30 minutes.
It takes 75 minutes, no traffic.
Sorry, man.
Take it or leave it.
No, no--
Woah, woah, woah.
Jerry, if I take it and I'm
late, you're gonna fire me.
Hey, look.
I'll tell you what.
Why don't I get there at 3:00 and I go
till 6:
00? I'll speed as fast as I can.No. No can do.
It's a finance office.
They come into work at 5:30.
Well, I'm sorry, then.
I can't take it.
Well, I, too, am sorry.
QMB Janitorial Corporation will
no longer need your services.
We'll send you your final
two paychecks by mail.
Wait-- no, no--
Come on, Jerry!
Look, come on, I'm never late,
I work harder than
everyone else!
Why are you settin' me up?
Is this about the benefits?
Look-- look, forget
I even asked.
Look, I don't care about the benefits.
Forget it.
Jerry? Jerry! Jerry!
What you're doing is barbaric.
I thought you stood
for something.
Thank you.
I appreciate your...
input. A**hole.
Oh, no. Did you turn on
your phone?
Uh, no. No, I'm, uh... I'm good.
Uh, why don't we get outta here?
Ah, yeah.
I'm not like that, okay?
I'll drop you off.
That's okay, I can get
my own Uber. Thank you.
We can Uber together.
Let's Uber pool.
It's cheap, and we may not
have jobs tomorrow, so...
You know nothing about me.
That's not true!
I know you're from Cleveland.
Oh.
And I know you're an only child.
And I know that you would
rather be living in New York,
but Broadway is your
ex-husband's domain,
so here you are,
slumming it on TV.
Well, my, uh, my panties
are sopping wet.
I'm not finished.
I know that you eat too much
kale for your own good,
and I know that you think that
real men don't drink white wine,
but I don't really give
a sh*t because I love it.
And I also know that, like me...
you just want to make
something meaningful and lasting
in this screwed up,
swipe right, sh*t-for-brains
world we live in.
How am I doing?
You might just be the smartest
idiot that I've ever met.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, well, I did go
to Yale for two years.
- Did you?
- Yeah.
Why did you drop out?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Mm-hmm.
Let's go.
This is not a yes.
I never said it was a yes.
O... kay.
Excuse me, sir.
Uh, the dishwasher
you've got, the old guy?
He's a real dick.
Him.
A new show aired
on the WBC network last night.
The incredible thing is the show
seemingly came out of nowhere.
No press, no advertising, nada.
Now, if it turns out to be real,
WBC is gonna have a lot
to answer for.
Just take a look
at our Facebook page.
People are enraged.
I'm taking callers.
First up, Ne--
Holy sh*t.
Okay, okay!
Hey, hey, hey!
Karina, what the f-
Now I know why you've
been hiding from me.
Uh, can we talk about
this later, please?
You told me that you
were getting out.
I did get out. This is
not a reality show.
No sh*t, it's worse.
- Can we-- can we-- seriously.
- No, no, no, no.
Everybody at work knows
that I'm your sister.
I don't-- you-- you can't
f***ing do this to me!
- What? I'm not-- this is not about you.
- Are you kidding me?
Adam, have you got my phone?
Oh, I'm... sorry.
Hey. Uh, uh, Sylvia, this is
my sister, Karina.
Karina, Sylvia.
Hi.
Hi. Girlfriend?
- Yeah.
- No.
No, no.
I am his producer
and this was a drunken decision.
Come on.
Transparency, right?
Sylvia, I don't like your show.
Oh, neither do I.
Trust me.
Okay.
I like her, Adam.
Don't f*** it up.
Thanks for your input.
Shut up.
Our country has never been
more politically
or socially fractured.
People watch and read
the news they agree with.
There's no dissenting
opinion anymore.
There's no honest debate.
It's just theatrics.
This whole show is theatrics.
Wait a second. Are you
talking about our show or theirs?
Hi, daddy.
How was work?
It was fantastic.
How was your sleep?
They cut our cable
and internet last night.
I see.
Well, more time to read, hit
the books and study, right?
Dad, is everything o--
Hey, you got any tests today?
- History.
- Are you ready?
Of course, but can we--
Who was the 16th president
of the United States?
Abe Lincoln, but--
And who was the 17th?
I don't know. My test
is on the Civil War.
So what?
The future president's gotta know
all his predecessors, right?
I guess so.
...salacious,
and downright unconscionable.
Not only should it be taken
off the air,
the creator should be jailed!
Oh, come on now.
It's provocative, yes,
but what if we take Adam Rogers
seriously for a moment?
What if he's right?
What if this show is exactly
what we need--
All right, little man.
I'm gonna prep you for surgery.
Last check-up before I go.
How are you feeling?
You still nauseous?
I'm fine, but the news
has been crapping
all over your brother
this morning.
I don't want you watching that garbage.
You're too young.
Please.
I'm as mature as you.
Funny man, huh?
You're not gonna worry, right?
Routine procedure.
That's what they always say.
- You're gonna be just fine.
- That too.
But my favorite one
is "you're so strong".
It's the water commission.
They call at 9:
00,right after the cable company,
who won't be calling no more
'cause it's shut down.
I lost my job.
Which one?
Both of them.
Dare I ask why?
Does it matter?
Okay. Okay, I can
pick up the slack.
I'll try to get some
more hours at the hotel
and I'll join Mary Kay.
- I can sew--
- Rebecca.
I can sell Tupperware,
I can sell vitamins--
- Rebecca, I'm not giving up.
- I know.
But I don't think you
understand what I'm saying.
You lose this house
and you lose us.
Hello, this is Mason Washington.
The money's coming.
I appreciate your patience.
Thank you.
We quintupled our audience twice
over from beginning to end,
and that's not even counting
plus three and plus five.
- Does this mean that we're number--
- Number three.
Behind NBC and CBS, but still.
With no press, no promotion?
Not bad.
We're gonna be
number one next week.
That's a ten million
viewer jump.
Yeah, I understand
ratings share.
- Holy sh*t.
- All right, hot shot.
Here's my concern.
People are going to tire of
giving contestants pity money.
Okay, first of all,
they're not contestants,
- and it's not pity money.
- Oh, you know what I mean.
We are giving our audience
to empathize with the
people they relate to.
It's not gonna get
too old, too fast.
Oh, yeah, it will.
Trust me.
You created an event.
We need a show.
We'll just bring
more people on each week.
- We'll pick up the pace.
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