Wonderful World Page #2

Maybe one food will

cure cancer, yeah?

But it also gives you M.S.

Your queen is trapped.

You ever wonder what the proctologist

thinks about before he goes to sleep?

- 'Cause the brain's a funny thing, you know?

- Ben.

- Ben. - If you've been spreading

ass cheeks open all day,

you know what the last thing is

you're gonna be thinking about

before you go to bed that night.

To tell you the truth,

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I hate stand-up comedy.

It really moves me

that you came, then.

That's a b*tch right there--

Proctologist.

You're the only ass clown

who showed up.

Those f***ers-- I can't believe it.

- Gynecologists.

- This is my guy.

Yeah, you won't regret you came.

He f***ing kills.

"Baby, dinner's ready."

And you go, "not tonight, baby.

I had a long hard day

looking at pussies."

I mean, they're coming at you

from all different angles.

It's like big bushy ones,

little bitty ones,

the little Hitler ones, shaved ones--

All of 'em.

It's like a big p*ssy parade.

The dude over here,

he's like--

he's like, "who, me?"

This is crazy.

Not you, man.

He's like, "who, me?

What? What did I do?"

Not you, man. I'm talking

about Charlie Brown over here.

Yeah, you.

How you doin'?

- I'm good. - Your hemorrhoids

flaring up or something?

You need to watch the show

from the back of the room.

You can stand up back there.

You can watch the show from there.

Can we go on with the show?

Thank you very much.

- All in.

- You're bluffing.

- Call me.

- I'm in.

Flush.

Okay, fine.

You know, give Ben some chips.

Come on. Lucas? Thank you.

And then run--

Over there, yeah.

- Okay.

- And then you gotta get that one.

Good. Yes. Yes!

Good rally.

And it's back on the table--

Good.

Careful. Don't go in the street.

Ibu?

Where's the weed?

Ben.

Ibu!

- What's wrong? Hey.

- I'm okay.

- Hey, what happened?

- It's nothing.

- Nothing, I am fine.

- What? Did your sugar spike?

I inject already.

- You in-- inject?

- Yeah.

I have speaking engagement

at "good morning, America."

- Ibu, come on. Hospital.

- No.

- I speak on game theory.

- Okay.

- I have to go to "good morning, America."

- This way.

- We go now, yeah?

- Yeah, we go now.

- Okay, come on.

- Speak on game theory.

Wait a minute! Sir, I need that.

Wait, stay here. Stay here.

It's okay. Stay here.

Wait, sir.

I have a medical emergency.

Your vehicle is property

of the city, bro.

My friend is diabetic.

He needs to get to a doctor.

Sir? Sir, I think he's in shock!

You should have thought about

that before you parked, right?

Wait!

Wait!

Wait, Ibu.

Ibu, wait wait wait.

I have to--

Come over here.

Come over here and sit down

and wait here, okay?

I have to call.

Stay here, stay here.

Just stay, okay?

Don't move.

Sh*t.

9-1-1. What is your emergency?

Your friend's blood sugar

spiked precipitously,

probably while he slept.

He must've woken up and

injected himself with insulin.

Is he gonna be all right?

Mr. N'Diyae has gone

into a diabetic coma.

He could come out

of it tomorrow

Or it could be months,

even years.

Does Mr. N'Diyae have family?

Do the doctors think

he'll get better?

They don't know.

Can I see him?

You don't want

to watch the game?

He looks like he's dreaming.

Maybe he's dreaming

he's back in Senegal.

No, there's no R.E.M.

He's a meat puppet.

You took her to see

a coma patient?

Jesus Christ, Ben,

what were you thinking?

I wasn't thinking anything.

Well, I'm sorry.

I know that you two were close.

What do you tell her...

When she asks about things?

What things?

I don't know-- us,

our differences.

You mean like

"who left who and why?"

Well, I lie, Ben.

For God's sakes,

I lie.

Are you happy here

in this house with the gas light?

You know, sometimes I look

at things through your eyes,

and I think...

what an a**hole I am

and, you know,

I hate my hair.

But then when I look at things

through my own eyes,

I don't know, I realize that...

I'm happier.

You've empowered yourself.

"At the end of Missour-er

by the great western fir,

lies the cold wet town

of north happier-er-er."

Buford wants to see you.

- You wanted to see me?

- Yeah.

We missed the E.T.A. on the Pratt/

Hodges/Parradine/Holland/Thurston docs

On account of you being

That deal was worth

$10 million to the firm.

My roommate went

into a diabetic coma.

Yeah?

Well, we're letting you go.

Get prepped,

all right?

I've been working here

for 8 years.

Noted.

Bottom line--

You cost the firm money.

Yeah?

What's up?

How was your trip?

Nah, just putting out fires.

Well, then, I guess this is goodbye.

Have you been injured?

Fired unlawfully?

Victim of asbestos?

Harassment in the workplace?

Never bring a knife to a gunfight.

We come armed to the teeth

with every legal weapon available.

We are lawyers,

investigators, specialists--

Everyone to even the odds.

Even the odds!

Call this number on the screen.

Marty Rowe--

The voice of the victim.

You're accusing the city

of depraved indifference?

The city employee

who impounded my car

was apprised of Mr. N'Diyae's

diabetic condition

Just before leaving him

half-conscious in the street.

To prove depraved indifference,

you'd have to first prove

That the city's lack

of compassion is systemic.

Or you could prove the opposite

by agreeing to hear my case.

The presumption being

that if I refuse

to hear your case,

I'm guilty of depraved indifference?

Your honor, motion to dismiss.

This is a waste

of the court's time.

May 3rd, 12:
00 p.m.

Your honor, this whole lawsuit

is completely frivolous.

How can it hurt to hear the case?

You must be Ben.

I am Khadi.

So this is your side

of the room.

I'm behind the curtains.

Sorry, we only have 1 bathroom.

It's okay.

Tomorrow-- Ben?

Tomorrow, I--

I cook you Senegalese meal,

tiebou dienne.

It is our national dish.

You eat it and you are Wolof

for an hour.

You are what you eat, right?

Look, this isn't quid pro quo.

Just 'cause I'm giving you

a roof over your head

doesn't mean

you have to cook for me.

I need help.

Please.

Yeah.

You have a wonderful country.

Anything you ever dreamed of

is there for your fingertips

if you have money.

Are we opening a foot locker?

I do not understand.

Shoes.

Even the fruit is beautiful here.

Yeah--

Genetically engineered

not to bruise.

But it tastes like cardboard...

Courtesy of The Man.

I think I like your man.

Why are you dressed like

a pizza delivery boy?

I just got off work.

Well, what happened

to proofreading?

I wanted something more challenging.

Where's Sandra?

Didn't you get the message?

No, she's at a sleepover

at a friend's, yeah.

I mean, she didn't want to go

'cause it was your weekend,

but she gets so few invitations,

and I just sort of felt like--

No, that's all right.

I'm glad she went.

- Okay, good.

- I'll see her next weekend.

No.

Actually, you won't because we

have the school camping trip, so...

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