No, not with my hot dog!
Ah, a beautiful spring morning.
And I'm spending it
with my favorite family.
I mean, I'm outside their window,
watching them. It's fine, it's fine.
Anyway, springtime brings growth
and change.
And there's some big stuff sprouting.
Thanks to Paige's exposé,
Mayor Whitebottom had to resign.
And he's been replaced
by an interim mayor, Quincy Leeds.
He's a good guy. Which means
everybody wants a piece of him.
But Owen can't even get
five minutes of his time,
so he's trying to focus
on something else today.
See, lately, he's been reaching out
to TV and film productions to attract more
high-profile sh**t in the park.
And you know what, I've...
I've said enough. I'll let him tell you.
Gina Tracker, FBI
is sh**ting in the park today!
I can't believe we're actually gonna be
on the set of Gina Tracker.
I thought you said
you were gonna play it cool.
- Right, right. Better?
- Weirder.
Owen, you really pulled this off.
Our favorite show in our own backyard.
Yep, yep, it's pretty great.
Gina Tracker, FBI!
It's all part of the big plan.
The more people see the park
in all of its beauty,
the more they'll wanna come.
Who knows? It might even get
the attention of the interim mayor.
And if it doesn't, try doing the worm
with your weird long body
like you do at weddings.
People seem to like that.
So, the Tillermans are headed down
to set, but what they don't know is...
Sir, can you keep it down?
Ah, I'm supposed to be quiet.
You'll just see what happens.
Go to set. Go.
Wow. So many trucks and trailers.
These must be holding
all of Gina Tracker's tracksuits.
Oh, and they parked on the grass.
But that's fine, I'm-I'm good with it.
Oh, yeah. You seem good.
- What do all these people do?
- So this is wardrobe. That's props.
There's pyrotechnics.
Pyrotechnics?
Are there gonna be explosions?
Just a few squibs.
- Wow! Squibs.
- What are squibs?
No idea,
but I obviously can't ask him now.
And there's our animal wrangler, Patricia,
who is either from South Africa
or New Jersey. I can't tell.
I'm sorry, did you say animal wrangler?
Yep, we got a couple of raccoons
on set today.
And now you have an assistant
animal wrangler. Nice to meet you.
Um, I don't have the authority
to hire you.
- I'm sure it's fine.
- And that's hair and makeup.
What's happening in there?
That's our lead makeup artist,
she's airbrushing an actor.
Whoa. Can I go draw on someone's face?
Psh! You gotta join the union, kid.
- Mr. Turrant.
- Is this them? Of course, it's them!
Nathan Turrant.
So nice to finally meet you all.
You know, when I heard about it,
- I thought it was too good to be true.
- What was?
The intrepid ranger who lives in a castle
in the park with his indie journalist wife
and their two kids as he manages
all of this? Just, wow.
Oh, he's good.
Go ahead, say more about us.
- I read your piece in the paper.
- You did? Which one?
The best place to buy soap in the Bronx.
I never would have thought Armando's!
Oh, wow. You really did read that.
Did I really d... Attention to detail.
That's my calling card
as director/producer.
All my shows have it,
Gina Tracker, FBI. Adam sh**t, A*F,
and Delvin Barker, ASPCA.
They totally do all have that.
Wanna see where we're sh**ting the scene?
Absolutely!
All right, then. Let's make some
dreams come true.
We love this area.
Especially Cole. This is where he pees.
My heart was just stolen
by nature's little bandit.
We walked this park for three days.
And when we came across this grove,
we knew that this was it.
This is actually one of my favorite places
in the whole park.
Aah, one of your f... Are you serious?
Owen, if this is too personal for you,
we can find another setup.
- Hey, we're gonna find another setup!
- No, actually it's perfect.
I want people to see
the beauty of this park.
And look at that fog.
Oh, the fog is us, sorry.
Don't breathe deeply.
It's not good for you.
Got it. Looks beautiful.
Mr. Turrant,
it's lunchtime for the raccoons.
That's a raccoon lunch!
- Can I have lunch with the raccoons?
- Uh, better.
You can help Patricia
hand-feed them fruit.
If Cole gets to feed the raccoons,
can I go see inside the makeup trailer?
Oh, I don't know.
Let me ask the person in charge.
Wait, that's me. Of course, you can!
- Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
- Tha... Thank you.
Paige, come on, what about you?
What do you want?
Maybe an exclusive sit-down interview
with one of the actors?
Uh, uh. Uh, y-yeah.
Uh, that would be amazing.
It would be amazing.
How about Nicole Fountainebleu,
Gina's sidekick?
Yes! Thank you.
- What about you, Dad?
- Oh, no, nothing. I'm good.
I'm actually working today.
Crazy idea! Just hear me out,
- but what if I put you in the scene?
- What?
Yes! As an extra. You'd be perfect.
- Like, act?
- Owen, I need you to trust me on this one.
What's more authentic
than a real park ranger in uniform?
- Oh, I... I do... I don't know.
- Owen, come on. It's Gina Tracker, FBI.
- I'll do it!
- I love that.
This is amazing. My two favorite things
in the entire world have come together,
Gina Tracker and the park.
- What about your family?
- Right. Three favorite things.
The two things I said and my family.
It's okay, sweetie.
We know you're excited.
Mmm. Hmm. Look at it.
The stupid park
doesn't even know what's coming.
- How would a park know what's...
- Shush! Harder.
I'm trying.
It's a lot of callous to get through.
Ow. I just broke a nail.
I think it's stuck in there.
Quiet! I'm plotting.
- I'm coming for you, park.
- So the park can hear too?
Oh, dear Lord. Stop talking.
I'm trying to tell the park
that I'm still gonna buy it.
I'm gonna buy you, park.
And all your rocks and your benches
and your dumb trees.
- What about the birds?
- I'll buy them too!
And how are you gonna do that
without Mayor Whitebottom in your pocket?
Easy, there's a special election
in a few months to decide on a new mayor.
All I have to do is make sure
that the candidate who wins
is already in my pocket.
If at first you don't succeed,
buy, buy again, Helen.
Over a dozen people have already announced
that they're running for mayor, so…
- Nerd.
- I'll stop talking.
Thank you. But keep rubbing.
I don't know whom I'm backing yet.
We'll just interview every single person
until we find one who's ready to dance.
We'll start today.
Sounds like a lot of work
on really short notice. For...
- You!
- There it is.
Shampagne and I have to get going.
We're going to be late for our monthly
Shih Tzus, shiatsus couples massage.
Wait, you're getting a massage?
Why am I rubbing your feet?
This is a pre-massage.
You can't go
into a massage all stressed-out.
Right, sure.
Who's my little civilized gentleman?
You are! Yes, you are.
Where on earth did you find
these two stars?
In a trash can behind a yoga studio.
That's where I wanna be discovered.
- How do I look?
- Wow. They really oiled up your legs.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! There he is!
Owen Tillerman, NYPM.
New York Park Manager.
You look like a natural, my friend.
Well, I'm wearing my own clothes,
and I'm at work. So, feels pretty natural.
That's good stuff.
Oh, I wish we could use that,
but you're an extra.
So seriously, don't talk.
Okay, what are we waiting for?
Let's sh**t this thing!
All right, let's bring in the trash!
- Wait, trash?
- Nice. Can we get a little more?
And you know what,
we could use some needles over here.
- Where's my needle guy?
- What? No. Needles? No.
- Now let's bring in the body!
- No, no.
You didn't mention anything
about a body earlier.
There it is, nice.
Come on, Owen. This is Gina Tracker, FBI.
There's always a body.
This episode is called "The Widow-Maker."
"The Widow-Maker."
You see, people know
that the park has murderers.
Nope, not true.
But this is a story where the park
is the m*rder*r.
You can't be serious.
It's pretty good, huh? Just trees falling
right on people's heads.
- No, no.
- Mr. Turrant,
did you wanna go with
the cracked skull or the crushed skull?
- Oh… Great.
- I think fully crushed.
So while Owen is struggling
to be an extra,
Helen is struggling extra hard
to find the right candidate
for Bitsy to back as mayor.
I'm whispering because the PA
has already shushed me twice.
He's just a kid.
It's... It's not like I'm scared of him...
I'm so sorry!
What are your political goals?
- Wouldn't mind a bigger boat.
- Hmm.
What are your political goals?
To serve New Yorkers
to the best of my ability.
Gross. What are your political goals?
- Mayor. Best seller. Congress.
- Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
- White House. Or talk show host.
- Hmm. Ugh!
Hi. Mr. Turrant,
can I have a quick word with you?
Sure thing. What's on your mind?
I'm a little concerned with how
you're representing the park.
I mean, the whole thing seems
a little far-fetched?
- Oof, ouch!
- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
No, no, no. It's okay.
It's just, you know, you put your heart
and soul into something,
and it's hard to hear criticism sometimes.
But it's all part of the process.
I just don't think this paints the park
in a great light.
And literally, my job is to paint the park
in a great light.
Okay, Owen, I'm gonna let you in
on a little secret. There's a plot twist.
The park is just a red herring.
The m*rder*r is framing the park.
Okay, I... I mean,
you're still having people die here.
Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.
Try to enjoy yourself!
- Your family is.
- Hey, Dad. I have a mustache now.
It's not real. I mean, it's real hair.
It's just not mine.
Oh, I gotta take this.
I'm just gonna walk backwards
away from you.
If I'm about to hit a tree
or something, just let me know.
No, you're actually somehow
avoiding all of them...
I'm on a call. Thanks.
Such a good interview. Bye.
Hello?
- Bitsy?
- What do you want?
- I'm in the middle of grunting.
- You called me.
Oh, right. Have you found my puppet?
Take it easy. What am I, a bongo drum?
No winner yet. All these politicians
are either too clean or too greasy.
Some of them were actually greasy.
I think you need someone
you can mold, like clay.
Just get me my puppet!
Ow! Stop pushing on my toe like that.
You're gonna pop it like a blueberry.
- I fight for the poor.
- Next!
- I teach parkour.
- Bye.
Uh-uh. Ciao.
Nope. Nice try.
So, guys, listen up.
We're gonna sh**t this raccoon piece,
and after that, we'll bring out our star.
- Gina's coming?
- Just act natural.
You're doing your jobs. You're fading
into the background. And action.
Cue the raccoon.
Okay, the raccoon is sniffing.
He's sniffing.
Whoa, whoa, and now he's found a scent.
There he goes.
He's heading towards the body.
Cut. Remember, background,
- we need absolute quiet from you, right?
- Yep, yep, sorry.
Okay, let's go again.
- It's just...
- And you're still talking.
Yeah, Owen, what's going on?
I just don't think a raccoon
would walk toward a rotting corpse.
- They're scavengers, not decomposers.
- Good point. Super interesting.
Now, let's reset back to one. And action!
- Also, it's broad daylight.
- Oh, my God. Cut!
Sorry, but raccoons are nocturnal.
Right, right. Very helpful background
information from our background actor.
Let's try this again, shall we? Action!
Cue raccoon!
So, tell me what you saw?
Well, I was jogging here in Central Park
when I saw the body.
It seems like a tree fell on his head
and crushed it.
- Can I call cut?
- No, you cannot.
But frame in tighter, lose rake guy,
just keep rolling.
There's a reason why they call
these trees widow-makers.
This is the third time
they've k*lled this week.
- Cut!
- You can't yell cut.
- That's a cut.
- No, I didn't say... No!
So, what drew you to play the part of
Gina's tech-savvy sidekick?
Uh, my uncle? He's one of the producers.
Oh, that's fun.
- Hey, Mom.
- Hi, kids.
- Oh, my God.
- I know. It's a lot.
Once you give it time and it sinks in,
you'll find it suits me.
Oh, wow. That is so real.
They can do you too.
Want them to give you sideburns?
- Or a goatee? Or a horn?
- Maybe later, sweetie.
I'm interviewing
Miss Fountainebleu right now.
Is your son bleeding?
Cole, what happened to your arms?
You're all scratched up.
They're from the raccoon hugs.
I would do it all over again.
Let's watch your dad.
It looks like he's sh**ting his big scene.
Yeah, look at him.
He's got his serious actor face on.
- Hmm, I don't think he's acting.
- Go for 12.
Can you tell Nathan
the mayor's gonna stop by set?
Apparently, he's a huge Track Head.
The mayor's coming?
Your dad's been trying to get a meeting
with him for weeks. This is perfect.
He's gonna be so excited.
He's looking pretty stressed right now.
Either that
or he's really holding in a fart.
Owen, I really want you to be
in this show. I do.
Which is why I was being so cool
to you and your family,
but now you're making it hard
for me to be cool.
And the last thing I want
to be is not cool.
Look, I... I know you're passionate
about your show, and we love it,
we really do.
But all these people, all this work,
maybe you could put it toward
making the park look good.
I'm just... I'm just saying.
You can do better than this.
Owen, I'm starting to feel
pretty not cool. Help me feel cool again.
- How?
- I don't know. Maybe say something like,
"You're such a great director.
This is a great opportunity.
Please bring your guitar
to the wrap party.
I'm just gonna play ball
and let you finish the scene."
Stuff like that.
Excuse me,
where did you get those?
Um, over there. The set director wanted
some color, and these are, like, colorful.
You're dang right they are.
That's wild blue lupine,
and they've been wiped out from this area.
I had to have those shipped
from Pennsylvania!
- My cousin Chris lives in Pennsylvania.
- Okay, that's enough chitchat!
Let's sh**t this thing!
Everybody, back to one!
You know what, no. Nobody's going back
to one. Whatever that means.
I'm not letting you people do this.
You're not using these flowers.
And all this trash? No way.
We're throwing it away.
Is this one of ours? Crap,
this is a prop. I need a real trash can!
- Oh, no. Dad's being extra.
- Not now, Molly.
Is this the scene?
Gina Tracker's weird this season.
And now I'm just gonna move this tree
because it wouldn't fall on a person.
Okay, that's too heavy.
Fine, I'll just move the dummy.
- Owen, don't.
- No more k*ller trees. No more bodies.
- Owen, it's covered in squibs.
- What's a squib?
Oh, that's what a squib is.
Ugh!
Owen, you gotta be kidding me.
Mr. Turrant,
the mayor is here. He wanted to stop by.
Hi! Whoa.
Welcome to Central Park?
Mr. Mayor. Nathan Turrant, director,
executive producer, Gina Tracker, FBI.
We're so happy to have you here.
This person is actually leaving.
Can I get you a sparkling water?
I am leaving. But I just wanna say,
Mr. Mayor, my name is Owen Tillerman.
I'm the manager of this park,
and I've been trying
to get a hold of you for weeks.
Wait, you never offered me
a sparkling water.
Losing light, Owen. You gotta go.
Wait. Listen, I just don't think
this is the story you should be
putting out there in the world.
This park is special. And so is your show.
You can do so much better.
And I know I'm an extra, and I'm not
supposed to have any lines, but…
Hey, guy.
Just look around you.
Okay, can we get that wardrobe
back from you, Owen?
These are my clothes.
Fine.
Someone let the animal wrangler know
the raccoons are in overtime.
We're in raccoon overtime, folks.
Places, everyone.
You okay, hon?
Yeah, I'm okay. No, no, I'm not.
That wasn't exactly the first impression
I wanted to make with the interim mayor.
You want me to say it wasn't that bad?
I mean, could you?
- Uh.
- Eh, thanks for trying.
I love you, sweetie.
All right, come on, kids.
Let's all go home.
No, no, you guys should stay.
You're having fun.
- Nice beard, Molly.
- Thanks, Dad.
- Are you sure, Owen?
- Yeah, I'll see you back at the house.
I'm gonna take a walk, clear my head.
Uh, Dad. Speaking of heads,
you're still holding the head.
Oh, right.
I should probably leave this here.
- So, did you find someone?
- Unfortunately, no.
- Ugh, after all that work we did.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm not trying to make
a political statement.
I've just tripped on those steps
one too many times and decided no way.
- Nuh-uh. No, thank you.
- Wait, that's it.
- What's it?
- The whole time
he's been right in front of us.
Who, him? The interim mayor?
He's a nobody.
Yes, he is,
and that's exactly what you need.
A nobody. A blank space. A puppet.
Mmm, yes. I can maybe
shove my hand up his backside
- and make him do whatever I want.
- Ew.
- Oh, grow up.
- I mean, it's pretty interesting.
It's like eating a burger,
but it's in a tube.
- He's perfect.
- Definitely worsenable.
After a quick bite,
the mayor stayed in Central Park,
where they are currently sh**ting
an episode of his favorite show,
Gina Tracker, FBI.
Now here's Gusty Chang with the weather.
- Yo, yo, yo.
- Let's go see if he's our man.
But first, someone's footsies
needs a rubsies.
Oh, right. Your post-massage massage.
Mr. Tillerman!
Mr. Tillerman! Wait up!
Wow, you walk fast.
If it weren't for the trail of fake blood,
I don't think I would've been able
to track you down.
- But I did, huh?
- Mr. Mayor? Hi, I...
- I'm sorry about all that back there.
- Sorry about what?
I actually thought the whole impassioned
speech was all part of the show
until I realized none of it was
and actually they're very mad at you.
- Like, really mad.
- I know. They probably should be.
And then I thought,
"Wait, that guy doesn't work for them.
He works for me."
Honestly, nobody at the mayor's office
gets that riled up about anything.
It's mostly just meetings
and meetings to schedule other meetings.
Not exactly what I expected
when I took the job.
- What did you expect?
- Yeah, I don't know.
I thought I would get to yell at slumlords
or maybe build a children's hospital.
Truth is, that's why I go on walks,
just to get outta the office.
And eating a lot of hot dogs.
Well, I got an idea I've been wanting
to tell you about.
I was thinking about a campaign to raise
appreciation and awareness of the park.
Okay, I'm listening.
- Wait. Do... Uh, really?
- Oh, okay.
Okay. Here we go.
I... I even have a name for it.
- Hit me.
- "Ready, Set, Park."
- Mmm, don't love it.
- Okay, no problem.
I have other options.
How about, "On Your Park, Get Set, Go?"
- Ugh.
- "All Park, No Bite?"
- Hmm.
- "There's Always Some Place To Park?"
- Colder.
- You know, these are just...
- Why don't we set a meeting?
- Yeah. Okay, we'll set a meeting.
Isn't that what this is?
No, okay, we'll set a meeting.
But I love the idea of
getting back to basics.
Reminding people of
all the park has to offer.
- It could help with your fundraising.
- It really could.
What about "I Heart The Park"
for your campaign?
- Like those "I Heart New York" shirts?
- No, I get it. I like it.
But I think those shirts
are "I love New York."
Mmm. I think you pronounce the heart,
but if you're not into it...
No, no, it's good.
Let's talk more about it.
I want another hot dog.
You wanna grab one?
- Another one? How many have you...
- Yeah, sure.
Well, well, well. Looks like the park man
already has his hand up my puppet.
Is it too late to switch
to a marionette metaphor?
Game on, Tillerman.
There's only room for one hand up there,
and it's gonna be mine.
Ugh. Uh-oh. I think he just looked at us.
Duck down. Duck down, but drive.
And get me a meeting with that mayor.
This case has more hurdles
than the Summer Olympics,
but I just jumped right over them
and tracked the k*ller
here to Central Park.
- That's where we live.
- Oh, oh.
Here comes Dad's big scene.
Oh, sweetie, I'm pretty sure they cut
the park manager out of the show.
I just spoke
to the park manager.
He's right over there.
Dad, you're gonna be on TV!
- Dad looks good.
- What, they replaced me?
It might be you.
The camera does add 15 pounds.
- Of pure muscle?
- And blond hair?
I'm happy to help out in any way I can.
This park can be a dangerous place.
Should we turn this off?
- No, wait! We love it.
- It's our favorite show.
All right, we'll watch.
And you are wearing those shorts
to bed tonight.
No-go!
03x01 - A Star Is Owen
Series revolves around Owen and his family living in Central Park in New York City who must save it from a greedy land developer.