03x04 - The White Room

[bunniefuu]

JOY: How you doing, Charlie?

Oh, my nerves couldn't
take eight shows a week.

It's okay to be relieved
that the show is over.

Means more time for us.

Your aunt sold the apartment?

I have to be out in four weeks.

CINDA CANNING: Bloody Mabel Mora.

There is nothing more tantalizing

than an unhinged, murderous beauty.

OLIVER: I'm re-imagining Death Rattle

in the most Oliver Putnam way.

Death Rattle Dazzle!

[CLAPPING]

A Death Rattle Musical!

CHARLES: As we look at the cast,

we are faced with an unsettling truth.

Any one of them could be the k*ller.

You're not supposed to be here.

There was someone in his dressing room.

MABEL: The night that Ben d*ed,

he was holding
someone else's handkerchief.

We need to find out
who in the cast doesn't have theirs.

That could be our k*ller!

Kimber...

I'm so sorry I made
everything messy between us.

I f*cked up.

But I'm gonna make it right.

I really wanted to give you my hanky,

but I must have thrown it away.

♪

[AMBIENT STREET NOISE]

♪

CINDA: New York.

It's not exactly famous for self-care.

In this city, we push, we shove,

we occasionally urinate on one another.

But do we spend enough time
loving ourselves?

Maybe not.

This is the whole apartment?

[LAUGHS] I know.

Feels like a palace.

square feet all to yourself.

CINDA: But you can create a sanctuary.

[FLAME FIZZLING]

CINDA: When I created my sanctuary,

I invested in fluffy towels,

a fleet of soy candles,

and a jade egg that is currently
nestled in my privates.

It's about creating a safe space.

And the rent?

, a month.

Plus utilities. And maintenance fees.

Also, you'll probably
wanna slip the angry guy

who sleeps on the front steps a fiver
anytime you come home,

just to keep the peace.

But, all in all, it is a steal.

CINDA: Last year, when I stepped
down from my podcast

after a difficult moment
with a coworker...

Poppy, you f*cking bitch!

Sorry. Edit that out.
Thank you. S... [WEAK LAUGH]

Don't m*rder someone and try
to frame me for it, that's...

Okay, I was kidding.
Um, I'm... I am just kidding.

Okay, anyway.

Some people said I was canceled.

Well, if getting canceled means

spending a year learning to live
in alignment with your dharma,

then yes.

Call me canceled.

I'm at peace.

Because during that time,

I cultivated something important.

My self-care rituals.

♪

So, what do you do, Ms. Mora?

I-I'm just trying to figure out
how you'd use the space.

Perhaps it's a love nest to
share with a partner.

Or a home office to
launch your dream business.

Or maybe you just wanna
throw fabulous dinner parties.

I'm not really the dinner party type.

REALTOR: Hm. Well, you must have
something you love.

Everybody does.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Hm.

CINDA: Maybe your ritual is journaling.

Or a walk in the woods.

For me, I start every day bathing in mud

from the healing soil
of the Pacific Palisades.

So, I'm not trying to pressure you,

but there's a lot of heat on this one.

So if you want it, I'd start
gathering your paperwork.

You know, pay stubs, tax returns,

maybe a letter from your
current landlord.

I'm pretty sure I definitely
have all those things.

For sure.

CINDA: Rituals ground us,

offering calm in a world of chaos.

But love a ritual too much,

and it can become an obsession.

- [TEXT WHOOSHES]
- CINDA: And before we know it,

the ritual that once healed us
has become our undoing.

REALTOR: So! You ready to move on this?

- [TEXT WHOOSHES]
- Totally.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh.

No, this one's not me.

[LIVELY THEME SONG PLAYING]

[VOCALIZING]

[WATER FLOWING]

[GURGLING]

[BUBBLING]

- CHARLES: They're so peaceful.
- JOY: Mm-hmm.

- And so many.
- JOY: Mm.

Sixty-two, did you say?

That's the sweet spot.

Sixty-one, you wonder
if you're one fish short

and , you're a
crazy fish lady. [LAUGHS]

Is it too much?

Too much fish?

Too much everything.

Me moving in, my aquarium,

my trampoline, my exercise balls.

You know I like to roll
from room to room.

You don't feel suffocated?

- No, ma'am!
- [SIGHS] Okay.

- Wide-open airways!
- [JOY LAUGHS]

Lungs like a baby!

[BOTH LAUGH]

Joy, this is your space now.

Oh, Charlie! I can't believe it!

Oh God!

Thirty-five years ago,
you sat in my makeup chair,

and I thought to myself,

"This man dies alone."

And now, look at us.

Shacking up.

- It's a dream come true! Mwah!
- Mm.

Let's celebrate.
Wanna go to the fish store?

Oh. Uh, well, besides having
already been there twice today,

I-I have to rehearse.

Oliver is all over me
about this patter song.

- Patter song?
- Well, a, a patter song

is a speed-singing, uh, information dump

they always give to the guy
who can't sing.

- Uh-huh.
- It's basically a rap.

I mean, do I look like
a guy who can rap?

Well, I wouldn't say that's
what your look screams,

if I'm honest,

but I've seen you do hard things.

How about Brazzos, season four?

When your character
had to bust the drug dealers

at the roller skating rink,
and you were like,

"I can't do a backward grapevine!"

Until you did!

Set medic said he never saw
a femur snap in half like that.

That's not the point.

Charlie, you are a star.

And you didn't look bad
in those roller shorts either,

- huh?
- [CHARLES CHUCKLES]

Oh, look at me. Oh, getting all hot!

I'm gonna go cool off at the fish store.

- You gonna buy more fish?
- I'm just gonna browse.

But probably, definitely yes.

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

- [SOFT LAUGH]
- [DOOR OPENS]

♪

[DOOR SHUTS]

MABEL: We have a few minutes
before rehearsal,

AKA a m*rder*r walking into this room.

- Let's talk case.
- If I may, a life update.

Oliver Putnam, long considered

New York's most un-land-able bachelor,

- is in love.
- [DOOR OPENS]

- [DOOR SHUTS]
- OLIVER: That's right.

This merchandise off the market, bruh.

CHARLES: Ah! Loretta.

Whom you have yet to ask out.

Well, 'cause I'm workshopping
the perfect date.

I mean, if I'm going to
break my own rule

and date one of the cast members,

I have to do it with flair.

Uh, current vision,

lunch, the Russian Tea Room.

Or is that too Putin-y?

Now we've gotten exactly nowhere

on figuring out who pushed Ben
down the elevator shaft.

So, I say we go back.

Go to the theater,

figure out if Ben's collapsing
on stage was due to poison.

I think...

Is this gonna be about
the case or Loretta?

- Loretta.
- Then, zip it.

So if it was poison,

we actually have a
decent suspect to look at.

Kimber.

Oh, Kimber!

I love it. It's so good.

Quick question.
Does it have to be Kimber?

Uh, she's one of the few cast members
who can actually sing.

I take offense to that.

That was my intention.

I'm working on my vibrato. Listen.

[WITH LIGHT VIBRATO] Ah!

Thank you, Ms. Merman.

Oh, a-and the thing about Kimber,

I just found out that she has

two million TikTok-y people.

Followers. I know, but...

OLIVER: Which is great
press for our show.

Now our stage manager,
on the other hand,

is a world-class grump

who has only followers.
Can we look in that direction?

Kimber was the only cast member

that didn't give Charles a hanky.

So she could have attempted
to poison him at the theater.

And when that didn't work,

she pushed him down the
elevator shaft. Make sense?

- Hey! I just had an idea!
- Really?

What if we cut the patter song,

and I just do a look?

- Oh, dear lord. [SIGHS]
- Another detail on Kimber.

In the dressing room footage I saw,

it sounded like Ben
was having a lover's spat

right before he collapsed on stage,

which would explain why

he apologized to Kimber at the party

for making things messy.

We have to find out
if they were secretly dating.

Do you know who else is secretly dating?

Yes. You and Loretta.
And by the way, you're not.

- Yet.
- MABEL: Whatever.

Your TikTok star has something
the m*rder*r needed.

A way to deliver the poison.

KIMBER [ON VIDEO]: Y'all, you are probably
asking yourself,

"Why does Ben Glenroy, CoBro,
look like a -year-old baby?"

He's literally aging backwards,
and I will tell you why.

Because he uses my anti-aging serum.

That's right, it's anti-aging,
it's serum,

and you guys can have it, too.

- Are you guys stalking my serum?
- [ALL THREE YELP]

Oh! Uh, uh, yes,
because we are all anti-aging.

- Yes.
- KIMBER: Oh.

If you want, I can
put you on a waitlist,

but ever since Ben signed on
as unofficial spokesperson,

I can't keep it in stock.

People, this is rehearsal time.

Let's keep it on topic.

OLIVER: Yes, right.

Well, if everyone's here,
let's kick it off

with Charles' patter song.

Wait. Wait, wait, what?

In front of... In front of everybody?

So, Charles, six weeks from now,

you'll be performing this
in front of thousands,

so you might as well
get used to the eyeballs.

Setting the scene. You, the Constable,

find yourself at the end
of your metaphorical rope,

clinging to sanity

as you are interrogating

three improbable suspects.

Babies! Yes!

But, which of the
Pickwick Triplets did it?

This one's a-a little tricky...

Tom, bring us in, please. Thanks.

[JAUNTY PIANO TUNE PLAYING]

That feels faster than it was yesterday.

Has it always been that fast?

Always been that fast, Charles.

Take it down just a little bit.

[JAUNTY PIANO RESUMES]

Oh, Mabel, y-you don't have to be here

because this is just boring play stuff.

Nope. Something is telling me
I can't miss this.

[JAUNTY PIANO RESUMES]

[SINGING] ♪ Which of
the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪

♪ Who of the crew
would commit this crime? ♪

[STUMBLING] ♪ Might a little frat
make a todical stat? ♪

♪ It's a story little story
for a nursery rhyme! ♪

♪ Which of the pig-f*ck
dickwad did it? ♪

♪ Which of the g*dd*mn f*cking sh*t ♪

- [MUFFLED SINGING]
- [DISEMBODIED SCREAMING]

[DRAMATIC STING]

[ETHEREAL HARPS PLAYING]

[UPBEAT MELODY PLAYING]

CHORUS [SINGING]:
♪ Ba-ba, bum-bum, ba-da-bum ♪

♪ Ba-dum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Ba-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Ba-da, ba-ba-bum, bum-ba-da-bum ♪

♪ Ba-dum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Ba, da-da, da-da, da-da ♪

[TENSE UNDERTONE]

♪ Da-da, da-da-da, lee-lee-la... ♪

- [TENSE UNDERTONE INCREASES]
- [MONKEY SCREECHING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[WHOOSH]

[MUSIC FADES]

May I step out to call my therapist?

Yes, of course, you can.

I-I-I don't know what happened.

M-My mind just, uh, went blank,

and I-I-I crossed over
into this other realm.

Am I... Am I dead?

Am I-I on dr*gs? Am I dead and on dr*gs?

Bro, you went to the White Room.

The what room?

White Room. It's an actor thing.

A, a stage thing.

In TV, if you screw up,
you get another take.

In theater, there's no net.

You blank out, that's it.

You're a polar bear
in a global warming documentary,

hanging onto a tiny piece of ice
in the middle of the sea,

waiting to die.

BOBO: Happened to me in .

I was doing a production of
As You Like It in Wilmington.

I'll never know exactly
what I did on that stage, but...

there are now pictures of
my penis on the internet,

and I can only assume
that's how they got there.

Okay, well, that's, uh...
H-How do I stay out of it?

Look, I've dealt with anxiety.

Once I went to the White Room
and woke up two days later

at a Papa John's in Yonkers. It's scary.

Uh, the trick is to
find your happy place.

Okay, everyone.
After what we just witnessed,

we need to take five.

Maybe years.

Oliver?

I wanna apologize
for lying to you earlier.

When I asked to step out
to call my therapist.

I don't actually have a therapist.

Just my cousin Moses Morris
from State Farm,

who I call when things go wrong.

- He helps me.
- Howard, not now.

[OLIVER SIGHS]

So, I know that we're just recovering

from what just happened, and frankly,

I'm having a hard time making
eye contact with you, Charles.

What did I do up here?

- Too soon!
- Not ready.

But, we have to find the serum
that Ben used on opening night

and test it for poison.

Do you think it's still in the theater?

Getting into the theater
is a whole thing.

You know, Howard has a key,

and if he's not in the right mood,
he won't let us in.

He works for you, right?

Well, it's a complicated relationship.

Many layers.

Heard you referencing
a layered relationship.

I assume you're speaking about me.

Howard! How would you feel

about letting us in the theater?

Are you investigating?

Because if you are, I need to know.

As the eyes and ears
of this production...

It's nothing. We just left...

a sweater.

You like sweaters, right?

Girl, you know I like sweaters.

It was actually one of my sweaters.

Let me guess.

A fluffy number?

Vaguely shapeless?

Splashes of yellow and orange
that have no business working,

but, somehow, they work.
My God, do they work!

Jesus H. Christ, I love your sweaters!

Go on, I'm listening.

Well, then you wouldn't want one
stuck in the theater, would you?

I mean, think of the moths.

Moths, moths.

MABEL: Just burrowing in the fabric,

chewing holes.

Oh, the whole structure of
the sweater just falls apart...

No, no, stop! Stop, Mabel! No.

I'll let you in, okay?

[SOFTLY] Thank you.

Let's get that sweater.

OLIVER [CHUCKLES]: Okay.

- You're a genius. Absolutely.
- [MABEL GIGGLES]

CHARLES: And then Jonathan told me

I need to find my "happy place."

A happy place!

Do I even have one of those?

I-I-I don't know, Joy.
I'm all turned around!

Aw, you're probably just hungry.

Why don't you take that stress

and channel it into
one of your gorgeous omelets?

That's your happy place.

And the way you make them

looks like they should
be on the cover of

Breakfast Magazine...

Which does not exist.

[IGNITER CLICKING]

[SINGING] ♪ Which of
the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪

♪ Who of the crew
would commit this crime? ♪

♪ Might a little brat
make a mommy go splat? ♪

♪ It's a story pretty gory
for a nursery rhyme ♪

♪ Which of the Pickwick
Triplets did it? ♪

♪ Which of the spawn
had the brawn to k*ll? ♪

♪ Will a baby get tried for matricide? ♪

♪ Coochie-coochie-coo ♪

♪ Time for you, you,
or you to admit it ♪

♪ So, quick as a whip ♪

♪ Gotta pick which
Pickwick Triplet did it ♪

[OMELET SIZZLING]

Joy! I did it!

I did the song!

What?

I know the trick now.

All I have to do is make an omelet.

Huh?

Yeah! For years,
I made omelets to relax,

and my brain associates
that with comfort.

I know I'm not mentally healthy,

but that's okay
because I can sing the song.

Charlie, this is no bueno.

The omelet was a one-time
stress release.

You thinking you need the omelet,

that's a hard no. Hard no!
That is a crutch.

Yeah, it's a crutch! That's good, right?

Look at me, lover.

You have me now.

I'm the omelet.

Say it.

You're the omelet.

I'm gonna look out for you, Charlie.

Just like I did with Ben Glenroy.

♪

He knew if he touched one hair

on your gorgeous little head,

he was gonna have to deal with me.

Now, let's go to bed.

I've been reading the Kama Sutra

and we haven't done the antelope yet.

- Okay, I'm just gonna make one more ome...
- Charlie.

The antelope.

[ANIMAL-LIKE SQUAWKING]

[SQUAWKING]

[CONTINUES SQUAWKING]

OLIVER [SNIFFS]: Oh God!

Smells like
Jerry Orbach's laundry basket.

Which I once had a nap in. Long story.

- What is all this?
- Oh, just opening night gifts.

They've all just been
sitting here, you know?

Like flowers and pastries,
open bottles of wine.

It's like a horror movie.

Which is something that I could
take Loretta to on our date!

But should I make it scary?

A-A-Are dates fun
when everyone's panic sweating?

For the love of God, Oliver, focus.

- Oh, sorry.
- Here we go.

[MABEL GASPS]

What the hell are you doing here?

[NERVOUS SIGH]

♪

Sorry if I was rude before.

I just didn't know you guys were coming.

Does anyone want nettle leaf tea?

It makes your hair grow fast as f*ck.

Do you... live here?

No, this is just where
I run my beauty empire.

Ooh! Don't tell Howard I copied his key.

I will give you some of
my proprietary collagen powder.

Not for free. Twenty percent off?

Uh, it-it-it's quite alright. Um...

Unless, can it do
anything about my jowls?

- I wanna be firmer.
- KIMBER: Oh, yeah.

Oh! [SMACKS LIPS]

Girl, you can't stop thinking
about my serum, can you?

- [OLIVER GRUNTS]
- Uh, y-yeah.

I mean, who wouldn't be obsessed

with Ben's favorite skin product?

Right. He did use it religiously.

- Even on opening night?
- Of course.

And the bottle that he used,

would that... be this one?

CHARLES: Guys?

You here?

Warning, I smell like eggs.

- KIMBER: Is that Charles?
- MABEL: Uh...

You know, he experiences
these little mini-strokes.

It's nothing to be alarmed by.

- We'll just be right back.
- Yeah. [GRUNTS]

- I didn't know Kimber was here.
- Neither did we.

Guys. We've gotta get her talking.

Can I trust you?

Do you even know how to talk
to someone my age?

I definitely don't. And you don't count

because you have old lady energy.

Oh, she really does.

is where I'd put her. Maybe .

That's flattering,
but I'll do this part.

I can just girl-talk.

- Can you?
- Yeah.

[GROANS] I don't think so.

Really, just go hunt around
Ben's dressing room for clues.

But he keeps his dressing room locked.

Ah, don't worry.

I brought my jimmy keys.
See? I can be helpful.

You guys okay out here?

[AFFECTED VOICE] Hey, mama!

Yeah, we're like, uh, yass and work

and slay and yass

over here, like, yeah.

Yass, queens!

- [WEAK LAUGH]
- [DOOR SHUTS]

Mama? Mm-mm.

KIMBER: You're gonna love this.
Technically, it is dog food,

but my kibble is a
hundred percent human-grade.

Barley, chia seed, and essence of sod.

And a bunch of other sh*t.

It also helps with heartworm.

Thanks.

- [PHONE BUZZING]
- [SNIFFS, GAGS]

[PHONE BUZZING]

Do you need to get that?

No, it's okay.

So, you manage all this?

Businesses, TikTok, an acting career?

KIMBER: You know how it is.

Being our age in New York?

I mean, you have to hustle
if you wanna make it here.

Right.

Well, I imagine that must
be hard, juggling everything.

And a boyfriend.

Who said anything about a boyfriend?

Oh, there were... rumors.

You and Ben.

A show-mance?

♪

[TOOLS CLICKING]

You know, as I go on hour three

of watching you struggle with this lock,

it occurs to me that
we should run the patter song.

Don't need to. I'm good.

You've never once been good.

I said I'm good.

[LOCK CLICKING]

Well!

[DOOR CREAKING]

OLIVER: Ugh, Jesus.

We're in a dead man's dressing room

filled with dead flowers.

Doesn't get worse than this.

Oh, actually, it does.

♪

So, like everyone else,

you assumed I was sleeping with Ben?

It's okay.

It's all part of being
the young woman on the show.

The ingénue. Everyone thinks
that you're out to bed the star.

And in a way, I was.

I'm confused.

It wasn't sex that I wanted.
It was an endorsement.

One stupid post from Ben

about how he couldn't live
without my serum.

I even wrote him the copy.

"I might be CoBro in the movies,
but in real life,

I don't wanna walk
around with snake skin."

Yeah, that could use some work.

It was a first pass.

The point is
he promised that he'd help me,

and h-he made this whole thing about

empowering female entrepreneurs.

Then, he backed out at the last minute.

Which is why I felt fine

selling his opening night gift on eBay.

The hanky.

KIMBER: I got a few hundred
bucks for it, but... [INHALES]

now I feel guilty about
giving away the only thing

that I'll ever have from him.

You know, Ben wasn't easy,
but he could be sweet.

He was hard on himself.

Oh, my God, you should have
seen him on opening night.

H-He was panicking about
this red mark on his face.

Red mark? How did he get it?

I don't know.

But he called in someone else

to help him cover it up.

Meanwhile, I am drowning in this serum

that I can't sell to save my life.

Granted, it is just Vaseline
mixed with club soda,

but I put it in a really cute bottle.

Kimber, this is really important.

Who was in Ben's dressing room with him?

I have no idea. But, whoever it was

was really talented
because when he came out,

the red mark was gone.

[TEXT BUZZES]

Uh, hold that thought.

[DOOR OPENS]

Holy sh*t.

♪

♪

Okay, whose lipstick is this?

I would imagine
it belongs to our k*ller.

- I have a theory.
- Yeah?

Goldie the wardrobe lady!

Why do you say that?

'Cause she's utterly replaceable.

It won't affect our show
one way or another

if Goldie the wardrobe lady
goes to jail.

[TEXT CHIMES]

The key here is to find a m*rder*r

that won't cost me the Tony.

Great. That was a real help.

Apologies, I have to go home.

Joy keeps texting me photos of piranha,

and I'm slightly scared she
bought one for our fish t*nk.

- You've got this handled, Mabel?
- What?

Sure. I've got all of this.

♪

[TEXT BUZZES]

[KEYPAD CLACKING]

[TEXT WHOOSHES]

Can we make this quick?

Mabel.

- I hug now.
- I don't.

Nice transformation. I read about it.

Your nightly mud bath?

Did I say that? God, I am a hoot.

[LAUGHS] You know, it's amazing
the amount of steaming horseshit

you can feed the American public
if you tell them it's organic.

So, all of that was fake?

Your year of reading and learning

and "getting serious about breathwork"?

I did a lot of it.

I went on a silent retreat.

At one point, I squatted over a mirror

and celebrated my vulva.

But I think I've put my time in.

I figure two more weeks in these tunics,

and I can get back to
doing what I really love.

Which is...?

Same as you. m*rder.

Sit! Let me make you some tea.

There's something
I wanna talk to you about.

Oh, come on.
What else have you got to do?

♪

Sorry, we're late. Our cats
were having a play date.

- Ah.
- HOWARD: You'll be happy to know

Sevelyn hit it off with Chopin.

It was a little awkward at first, but...

Hard to oversell just how

disinterested I am in this story.

[CLAPS] Okay, let's get started.

Charles, I cannot wait to see
your newly flawless patter song.

- Whoa! [LAUGHING]
- Tom, if you will.

[JAUNTY PIANO PLAYING]

- Here we go.
- OLIVER: Okay.

And Charles! Remember,
these babies are homicidal.

- Sing.
- Thank you, Tom.

[JAUNTY PIANO RESUMES]

[SINGING] ♪ Which of
the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪

♪ Who of the crew
would commit this crime? ♪

♪ Might a little brat
make a mommy go splat? ♪

♪ It's a story pretty gory
for a nursery rhyme, which... ♪

OLIVER: I-I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

What the hell is happening
with your hands?

Oh, I'm just...
I'm just keeping the b*at.

It's a little choreo
that I came up with,

and, uh, I think it
adds a little zazz, don't you?

Sorry, were you whisking?

Why label it?

It's just th-the Constable
coming through me.

I don't know what he's doing.
H-He's got his own life.

Well, I hate it! Just sing.

Oh, but I think it'd be good...

Hands behind your back, Charles!

Thanks.

[JAUNTY PIANO RESUMES]

[CHARLES CLEARS THROAT]

[SINGING] ♪ Which of
the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪

[STUMBLING] ♪ Which of the froo
wila-quick-fat froo? ♪

- [MUFFLED SINGING]
- [DISEMBODIED SCREAMING]

[TENSE UNDERTONE]

CHORUS [SINGING]: ♪ La-la-la ♪

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Ba-ba. bum, bum, ba-da-bum ♪

♪ Ba-dum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ La-la, la-la, la ♪

♪ Ah, la-la, la-la, la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la, la-la, la ♪

♪ Ah, la-la, la-la, la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪

- [TENSE UNDERTONE INCREASES]
- [MONKEY SCREECHING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[WHOOSH]

[FIXTURE CREAKING]

Well, my pants are still on,
so that's a good sign.

I have never heard [SCREAMS] filth,

like what just came outta your mouth!

Tom is a Christian, Charles!

Take the day, Tom!
Find a priest! Pray it out!

- I'm sorry, Tom! I don't know...
- OLIVER: Shh!

I'm taking control
of this situation now.

Step into my office!

♪

[FIXTURE CREAKING]

It's this song! It's making me mental!

Is it the song?

Look, Charles, I'm no psychoanalyst...

although I did talk Idina Menzel
off a literal ledge once.

Story for another time.

But I'm wondering if there
isn't something more going on.

Like what?

Like Joy moving in.

That's a huge life change.

Ever since I met you, you've been alone.

Well, you've been alone, too.

Yes, but not in the sad,
tragic way you were.

Alright.

I admit, I'm struggling.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I wanna be the guy who can do this,

who can share his home with a woman,

and, if necessary, fish.

That's a lot of fish.

It is, right?

Look, I'm gonna go
against my instincts here

and say something nice to you.

Maybe you don't need to change.

Maybe you are who you are,
and that's enough.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]

I suppose some people
are meant to be alone.

And maybe I'm one of them.

But, how can I ask her to move out?

She just moved in.

You'll find the words.

Just keep it simple
and don't overthink it.

Well, you could stand
to take your own advice.

Hey, this moment is about your
emotional shortcomings, not mine.

Oh. And not about

you overthinking your big date?

[OLIVER SIGHS]

Fine.

[GROWLING SIGH]

[SLOW TYPING]

[TEXT WHOOSHES]

Send.

CINDA: Here's the thing.

If I go back to true crime,
it has to be strategic.

- That's where you come in.
- Me? What the hell would I do?

Be my partner.

The Bloody Mabel Show
produced by Cinda Canning.

I already have partners.

The old guys? No, they're busy,

putting together another b*mb
of a Broadway show.

Which leaves you where?

Also, what are you gonna do

when people stop keeling over
at the Arconia?

Have you thought about that? No, no.

Bloody Mabel is already
feeling very last season.

You might wanna monetize it soon,

or you will have missed the boat.

I might sell kombucha.

Or open boxes on YouTube.
You know, do a side hustle.

It took you a year to paint a
wall in your aunt's apartment.

Hustle is not exactly your middle name.

What I'm offering is structure.

A paycheck.

Look, you maybe need a comeback,

but I don't.

I'm deep in a case right now.

You're... Wait, what?

Ben Glenroy.

Oh, you lucky bitch!

It's like these murders
just fall in your lap!

Of course!

Like you were just gonna stand by

and hope that the police got it right.

Well, I haven't gotten very far.

Our best lead just fizzled out.

You can cr*ck this.

As long as you have the right partner.

Look, the guys are distracted.

And old.

Sometimes, they get food
stuck on their chin

and they don't know it
and I have to flick it off,

and that's kind of a bummer,
but I don't know.

They're my guys.

That's beautiful.

What about money? Money changes minds.

I'm gonna write you a check.

I don't want it.

What if I add another zero?

No.

Another?

♪

No.

Okay, good,

because that's actually too much.

But think on it,

because that offer is still
on the table.

The middle offer, not the final one.

I don't know what I was doing there.

- [FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
- [CINDA SIGHS]

JOY: So I told the fish, I said,

"Fish, you behave this week,

and I'm gonna get you
a treat." And look!

Treasure!

[SOFT LAUGH]

We should talk.

You know, check in
about how it's going with us,

uh, living together.

It's been hours.

Well, you know, Joy, I've, uh,

I've always been, uh, living alone.

I mean, I've cohabitated here and there,

but even then, I found myself

mostly hiding in the bathroom,

waiting for the other person to leave,

so we wouldn't find ourselves

standing in the same room together.

You know, which,
which can be so awkward.

[LAUGHS] Charlie,
you are a grade-A weirdo,

but I'm good for you,
and you're good for me.

It's like the fish.

It takes a minute to get
the pH in the t*nk right,

but once you do...

[SINGS] ♪ Everyone thrives ♪

What's your point, honey?

Oh, the point?
Oh, well, uh, the point...

[TENSE UNDERTONE]

[DISEMBODIED SCREAMING]

CHORUS [SINGING]: ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da ♪

♪

♪ Ba-ba, bum, bum, ba-da-bum ♪

♪ Ba-dum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Ba-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Ah, la, la-la, la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La, la-la, la-la, ah ♪

♪ La, la-la, la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la... ♪

- [TENSE UNDERTONE INCREASING]
- [MONKEY SCREECHING]

- [BUBBLING]
- [CHARLES IMITATING BUBBLING]

[DISEMBODIED SCREAMING]

[WHOOSH]

[GASPING]

Whatever I did, I'm sorry.

Sorry? Charles-Haden Savage,
I'd be honored.

- The answer is yes!
- [DOOR OPENS]

I would love to marry you!

[JOY GASPING LAUGHS]

Well, th-this is a fun twist.

♪

- Congratulations?
- [JOY SQUEALS]

Can you believe it?
We're getting hitched!

[JOY GASPS]

You found my lipstick.

As if this wasn't already
the best day of my life.

Nothing I hate more
than an incomplete set.

[JOY SIGHS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC CRESCENDOS]