- (low hum)
- (keyboards clacking)
(spacey music)
♪ ♪
(door clicks)
(insistently paced music)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ ♪
♪ I slip on my cozy clothes ♪
♪ Winding down,
I'll watch my show ♪
♪ Sipping tea and heating up ♪
♪ My pad thai
from two days ago ♪
♪ Creeping under covers ♪
♪ Never gonna come out of it ♪
♪ And if I'm still up later ♪
♪ My vibrator
might come out a bit ♪
♪ I'm up on that lazy sh*t ♪
♪ I worked hard,
deserving it ♪
♪ Decompressing
all my stressing ♪
♪ From the job I cannot quit ♪
♪ I admit, it's hard to flip ♪
♪ My brain into relaxed mode ♪
♪ But I'll feel real better ♪
♪ When I binge
on these episodes ♪
(door slams)
My name is Offred,
and I intend to survive.
♪ But how can I relax when
I'm thinking of the fact ♪
♪ That our nation
is run by some hack? ♪
♪ This can actually happen ♪
♪ A totalitarian faction ♪
♪ Where all of us women
are livin' ♪
♪ In a crazed reaction
to our feminist action ♪
♪ Maggie Atwood
had it mad right ♪
♪ That bitch
got some foresight ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
(cell phone chimes)
♪ ♪
"House party
on the east side.
Come out, bitch.
Get a ride."
f*ck that.
I'm tired.
But I thank you
for the invite, though.
- (text message swooshes)
- "Just come out, ho.
There's people
you know."
Whose party is it?
"It's my friend Cara's.
You remember her
from my work thing last year."
That night was a blur.
"Well, she remembers you,
"and she's saying
come on over.
"Stop acting geriatric
like you're
decades older."
(rumbling)
Damn, that comment's hitting
mad strong.
Maybe Becca's right
and I got my night
planned all wrong.
♪ ♪
f*ck.
Fine, okay, I'll go.
♪ ♪
I gotta find
an outfit, though.
♪ ♪
♪ Too baggy,
too desperate ♪
♪ Ugh, not enough support ♪
♪ Do I own a real bra? ♪
♪ What about
my leather shorts? ♪
♪ This can fit over my hips
if I twist and contort ♪
♪ I should run more ♪
♪ Trial pass to the gym,
I should use that ♪
♪ All the cookies
in my cupboard, I abuse that ♪
♪ Stop that, just pick
a f*cking dress ♪
♪ Effortless is the way
I wanna dress ♪
♪ But it's causing
too much stress ♪
♪ Take a breath ♪
(breathes deeply)
(interrupted exhalation)
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Got a Lyft, I'm remiss ♪
♪ It's just two minutes ♪
♪ Name is Henry,
he looks friendly ♪
♪ In a Honda Civic ♪
♪ Now I'm stuck
with this decision ♪
♪ And I'm waiting ♪
♪ 'Cause if I cancel ♪
♪ Then it might lower
my rating ♪
♪ Headlights,
Henry pulls up, polite ♪
♪ Offers me a bottle
when I get in the ride ♪
So thoughtful.
♪ Smells a little funky,
so I slip air inside ♪
It's awful.
♪ Traffic on the ♪
♪ Henry's venting
'bout his life ♪
♪ Toxic marriage
with his wife ♪
♪ Asking me
for my advice ♪
Oh, yeah, that--
that's a tough situation.
Uh, it's hard when you--
you know,
it's like
two different personalities...
(cell phone buzzes)
Oh, uh, sorry,
I gotta get this.
♪ Keep my eyes
on my device ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Roaming round the room ♪
♪ And I don't recognize
a single face ♪
♪ Where's my bae Rebecca? ♪
♪ That girl better be
up in this place ♪
♪ Hey, I made it,
I'm alone ♪
♪ Check your phone,
where you at, bitch? ♪
♪ sh*t, it's undelivered ♪
♪ Guess I'll retry
as a text message ♪
- Excuse me.
- Oh, sure.
Can I just grab a--
Yeah, yeah.
Of course, yeah.
I miss New York,
but I don't think
I could, like,
live there again.
I'm telling you, man,
cryptocurrency
is the future, dude.
Totally.
Yeah, I mean,
I'm gluten-free,
but it's not,
like, a religion.
Like, I'll eat pizza.
She seems nice.
I like her pants.
So tell her
that you like her pants.
That's super creepy.
No, I can't.
♪ Oh, my God,
it's not that hard ♪
♪ Don't overthink it,
now's your chance ♪
Just say it.
Hey, how much are your pants?
Oh, um, they're from Zara,
so, like--
Oh, yeah.
Cool.
Um...
So how do you know Cara?
- (cell phone buzzing)
- Oh, um, well,
I don't technically know her.
She's, like, a friend
of my friend,
but she seems...
(keyboard clacking)
Everyone seems so nice
and, uh...
Okay.
♪ Her phone is buzzing ♪
♪ She's saying nothing ♪
(keyboard clacking)
♪ I turn my back ♪
sh*t, I'm in a flashback.
♪ Middle school,
sixth grade ♪
♪ Confidence all day ♪
♪ Lip Smackers, butterflies ♪
♪ Tamagotchi's still alive ♪
♪ Janice is planning
a party ♪
♪ She's hardly being subtle ♪
♪ She's gathered my girls
in a huddle ♪
♪ I'm puzzled,
I hear whispers all muddled ♪
My confidence crumbles.
I'm like, "Are you guys
avoiding me?"
"Yeah, 'cause you're
annoying me."
Mortified.
Wanted to hide.
(descending electronic beeps)
That night,
my Tamagotchi d*ed.
♪ Damn it, Rebecca,
where the f*ck are you? ♪
♪ I'm sinking by the minute
into middle school horror ♪
♪ You told me you'd be here,
where are you? ♪
- ♪ Come over ♪
- (cell phone chimes)
"Hey, sorry!
Just got this.
"We ended up
at this bar downtown.
Come!"
Wait. What?
Is she being serious?
♪ I'm staring at the words ♪
♪ Getting dizzy
and delirious ♪
♪ Are you
f*cking kidding me? ♪
♪ Tricking me, quitting me ♪
♪ I try to stay composed,
namaste ♪
♪ But it's hitting me ♪
♪ This dilemma
is bigger than Becca ♪
♪ It's what to expect
of my whole generation ♪
♪ We're wasting relations by
flaking without hesitation ♪
♪ What used to be
real kind and innocent ♪
♪ Convene on the landline
to meet a friend ♪
♪ Arrive at that set time
to be with them ♪
- I'm sorry.
- ♪ Now it's like, never mind ♪
♪ I'm not confined
by the time ♪
♪ Or the site
that I initially described ♪
♪ Changed my mind with
a simple little line and ♪
(breathes deeply)
It's fine.
♪ ♪
It's fine.
♪ ♪
I gotta go.
♪ ♪
Oh, wait.
♪ ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
views already?
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
Nice.
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday ♪
(cell phone chimes)
(low rumbling)
Mr. Henderson.
(indistinct speech over TV)
Mr. Henderson.
Mr. Henderson.
You wanna know
what I did?
I took my Apple iPhone
and I went into the texting
and I took the autocorrect off.
You heard me right.
I took the autocorrect
off of my texting.
I'm not afraid anymore, okay?
I'm willing to live
on the edge.
I'm willing to go
over the edge.
I will misspell words
and type them
as often as I want to.
I don't care
about spelling it right.
You want to know something?
Apple has the audacity
to correct my misspellings
by letting me know
they're wrong.
It doesn't tell me
what the right option is.
It just tells me I'm wrong.
I mean, these robots--
who are they?
Mr. Henderson.
(heavy electronic music)
♪ ♪
I don't want
to look back on my life
or years from now
and think to myself,
"I didn't seize the moment
when the moment
was right in front of me,"
so...
(laughs)
Here goes.
I think you're amazing,
and you have great style.
I love the way
you shake your head
- when you laugh.
- (laughs)
And your theory
that % of roadkill
is just animals
committing su1c1de,
that's genius.
Hey.
I love you, Meredith,
And these opportunities
don't come around very often.
And I'm sure as hell
am not gonna let this one
pass me by.
(soft rock music playing
over speakers)
Are you?
What do you say?
Dude, this is our first date.
(screams)
(spacey music)
♪ ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ ♪
I watched
the Super Bowl in bed--
cried the whole time,
even though, you know,
we won.
God, I just love those guys
so much.
Well, thank you, Sammy,
for your words.
Right?
For your honesty.
- Thank you.
- 'Cause I think
a lot of people in this room
can relate.
Am I right?
And that is because
every single one
of you little b*tches
has a giant vag*na
where your face should be.
Huh?
So...whether you're
a sniveling coward
in the boardroom--
oh, I'm looking at you,
Stephanie;
there's no amount of Spanx
that are gonna turn you
into a woman with a spine--
or an emotional wreck
in the bedroom--
ding, dang, dang;
guys, the only reason
your partner's wet
is 'cause of your tears--
we're all here
for the same reason,
and that's to toughen up.
Say it with me.
Toughen up.
And finally,
I realized I hit a...
kind of a breaking point.
Wolf! Wolf!
Face of wolf.
Face of wolf!
Are you a fricking wolf
or a puppy dog, Jerome?
Uh...
(strains)
If I can't control my feelings,
then I-I have to destroy them.
Tamp it down
and toughen up.
Tamp it down
and toughen up.
I have to destroy
all of my feelings,
all of them,
forever.
We need to desensitize you,
rewire your neural pathways,
reframe your relationship
to everything around you.
To truly be
your toughest self,
you must divest
from your softest possessions.
Now, this step--
it's crucial.
Any object that rouses
joy or sorrow
or any emotion...
Adios, amigo.
It's gotta go.
♪ ♪
I can't do it.
♪ ♪
It's gotta go.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(bicycle bell dings)
♪ ♪
How do you feel?
♪ ♪
(forcefully)
How do you feel?
♪ ♪
I don't feel.
♪ ♪
My God,
I'm so proud of you.
♪ ♪
(door slams)
(smooth music)
♪ ♪
(ominous music)
♪ ♪
(electronic tones)
♪ ♪
- (static crackling)
- (electronic tones)
♪ ♪
- (static crackles)
- (electronic tones)
♪ ♪
(static crackles)
♪ ♪
(electronic tones)
(discordant bass music)
♪ ♪
(electronic tones)
♪ ♪
(electronic tones)
♪ ♪
(electronic tones)
(electronic tones)
- (modem beeping)
- (static crackling)
(eerie music)
(electronic tone)
(electronic tone)
(spacey music)
(static crackles)
♪ ♪
(rock music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
Where were we?
Oh, hobbies?
Hobbies, right.
Yeah, I'm in the middle
of a hobby overhaul.
Uh, everything I used to do
is pretty much bullshit.
Um, right now, I'm thinking
of, like, getting
into woodworking,
motorcycles, tractors--
you know, something
with a loud engine.
Swords, nighttime,
trespassing, graffiti,
uh, sling blades, um--
Okay, I'm gonna--
(sighs)
I'm just gonna stop you there
and save us both
so, so much time.
I-I-I don't think
we're a good match.
(laughs)
Right.
I'm too tough, aren't I?
I don't know what you are,
and I don't think
you do either.
♪ ♪
Yes, I do.
Yes, I do.
I'm a tough guy,
too tough for you, apparently.
Okay.
Yeah, yeah.
Sure, whatever.
I, uh, mm, thank you...
for the drink,
and I hope
that you find someone
as...tough as you are.
Do you really think
there's someone out there
as tough as me?
(door slams)
So I said, "Here's a ruler.
Measure it."
And she said, "I don't need
to measure it.
It's not six inches.
I can tell."
And I said,
"It is six inches.
"You just have to measure it--
diagonally."
(laughter)
(sucks noisily)
No, no, no,
the TV screen
was measured diagonally;
that was the joke.
That was a very funny movie.
Yeah, it was
f*cking hilarious.
I don't really like movies.
Yeah, f*ck movies.
Except for Die Hard,
of course.
Never seen it.
That's crazy.
Yeah.
(sucks noisily)
Hey, listen.
Are you hungry?
I could eat, but I don't have
any strong feelings about it.
I'm starving.
(pigeons cooing)
Where do you think
you're going?
(pigeon cooing)
(disquieting synth music)
♪ ♪
(pigeon squeals)
♪ ♪
The foot's the best part.
(panting)
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing!
- Huh?
- (moans)
Ah, I feel nothing!
(breathing heavily)
Can I ask you
something?
That thing
you were screaming earlier--
what was that about?
I feel nothing.
Yeah.
I guess you could say
it's my mantra.
Emotions, you know...
they've never done anything
for me.
Love is fleeting,
not unique at all.
Sadness is boring.
Happiness is a capitalist lie.
Why bother with any of it?
Can I ask you something?
Yeah.
Why did we just f*ck
on the floor?
Oh, yeah, I got rid
of all my furniture.
It was just too soft.
Makes sense.
(clears throat)
(sucks noisily)
♪ Candy boys, c-c-candy boys ♪
(tranquil music)
- I like him.
- Well, I--
- Well, don't say, "I like"--
- I like him.
Don't put the emphasis
on "I."
I also like him.
I like him too.
- Okay.
- I'm j--he's a great--
he's obviously a great guy,
but he's--I'm saying
he's a great guy
and he's also a weirdo.
(laughs)
No, you're right.
Okay, yeah.
Fine, yes, he's a bit--
he's u--he's unique.
I'll give you that.
Oh, my G--yeah, yeah.
Yeah, he's a bit unique, yeah.
When he, like--
when he squirts out
his digestive tract
from his muscular tail,
like--right, okay,
well, the--
just to demonstrate,
check out when I do it.
(grunting)
Do you know what I mean?
Just, like--
- Yeah, yeah.
- How everyone we've ever known
has squirted out
his digestive tract.
Exactly.
My dad, your dad, my mum.
Exactly.
That's how we--
- that's how we do it.
- Yeah.
(laughing)
But then he comes along.
It's like he's, like, agreeing
with you or something.
- Yeah.
- It comes out,
and he's like,
"Yeah!"
(laughs)
- "Yeah, yeah."
- That is it.
That is exactly it.
- "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
- Oh, no.
But it gets quieter
and quieter,
as if he's, like,
drifting away from you.
- (quietly) "Yeah, yeah."
- Yeah, okay.
And then immediately,
he starts talking to you
about bebop.
- Straightaway.
- Yeah, it's like--
No--not even a hello.
Yeah.
And he'll just turn off
be like,
"Well, the thing
about bebop is..."
Oh, God.
"I don't actually hear bebop.
- I feel bebop."
- Feel it, exactly.
- Have you heard him say it?
- Oh, my God, no.
Come on, we can't.
We can't. We can't. We can't.
This is not nice.
We really--
- No, we have to stop.
- No, you're right.
You're right.
Sorry, sorry.
I need to check myself.
This is getting too much.
I'm gonna go to hell.
- Yeah.
- Yeah. (snickers)
- Sorry.
- I mean...
Look, as I said,
I really like him.
- That's also what I said.
- He means well. He means well.
Yeah, I mean--yeah, totally.
And look,
he really loves this stuff.
He loves it,
so who are we to--
Yeah, you're right.
I mean, I think--
Who are we to say?
Yes, who are we?
Who are we?
Yeah, he loves it.
I-I actually think
he loves it more
as--or--or if not
as much as his girlfriend.
What?
He doesn't--
he doesn't have
a girlfriend, does he?
What?
(laughs)
He does--okay.
- (laughing)
- Right.
You're--you're yanking
my digestive tract
out of me now.
He doesn't--
he doesn't have a girlfriend?
Well met, milady.
Wouldst thou like
to go on a date with me
on the morrow?
Is that...
I promise I'll say, "Yeah."
Oh, wait.
I thought that being around you
made me want to drown myself
in my own digestive enzymes,
but now I've seen you
go, "Yeah,"
and then now--
now I really, really want
to have babies with you.
- (laughs)
- I love that you've done that.
I can't. I can't.
I can't believe
I've just seen you
do an impression of him.
- I feel so bad.
- No, don't. Don't. Don't.
You totally drew that
out of me.
Feel good. Feel good.
Yeah, you did.
You--you've actually--
- You yanked it out.
- You've been worse than I have.
You're the devil.
Um...
well, you're
the devil's good friend.
Thank you.
(spacey music)
(upbeat music)
♪ Im-ma-ma-material,
immaterial ♪
(heavy electronic music)
Man, I can't believe
you've never seen Die Hard.
- Partytime!
- Bruce Willis
is so badass.
I'll be the judge of that.
- Oh, yeah, I bet you will.
- Partytime!
This is my service dog,
Partytime.
I need him to get around.
We were just at the deli,
and then...
I can't find him anywhere.
Have you seen him?
Well, have you seen
my Partytime?
Uh, first of all, chill.
- Yeah, chill.
- Yeah.
- Secondly, no.
- No.
Well, will you help me
find him, please?
Will you help me find him?
There's a -millimeter print
of Die Hard
screening at Bam
in minutes.
Yeah, I've never seen
Die Hard, so--
I've never seen anything!
Looks like we're done here.
Dumb bitch, huh?
Anyway, you're gonna love,
love, love, love
this Hans Gruber.
I mean, he is
totally diabolical.
He's basically
my dream husband...
- Partytime!
- And he comes up
with this brilliant plan
to break into a skyscraper
and steal, like, $ million
worth of bearer bonds.
Hey, w--hey, isn't that--
isn't that Partytime
right there?
Partytime!
Here, boy!
And?
Here, Partytime!
So shouldn't we go back there
and tell her?
Oh, Jerome, no!
Do not go soft on me.
No, I'm not getting soft
on you.
I'm just saying
the dog is right there
and she's right there.
She needs help.
Hold on.
I-I'm confused.
We--we don't know
that lady's dog.
I mean,
that is not who we are.
It's who I used to be.
What does that mean?
It means I can't leave
that woman's dog
on the sidewalk.
Look, you don't care
about what people think,
and that's so cool,
but I mean,
it doesn't seem
like you really care
what people feel either,
and...
I don't know.
That's not really me.
Hope you can find
your Hans Gruber someday.
(sucks noisily)
Typical.
(melancholy piano music)
♪ ♪
♪ Chin up, chin up ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Chin up, chin up ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Chin up, chin up ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Yo, yo ♪
(cell phone chimes)
♪ Chin up, chin up ♪
♪ ♪
(music brightens)
♪ ♪
(spacey music)
(spacey music)
♪ ♪
(birds singing)
Hmm.
(both gasp)
(both gasp hopefully)
(gasps)
(grunts softly)
(grunts softly)
(Sophie's "Faceshopping")
♪ ♪
♪ What? ♪
♪ Professor? ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Na-na, na-na,
na-na, na-na ♪
(pained scream)
♪ Na-na, na-na,
na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na-na, na-na ♪
♪ ♪
♪ My face is the front
of shop ♪
♪ ♪
♪ My face is
the real shop front ♪
♪ ♪
♪ My shop is the face
I front ♪
♪ ♪
-(clear music)
-♪ Yes ♪
01x01 - Cache Flow
American live-action/adult animated anthology television series features an assortment of short-form comedy.