01x05 - Medhi Is Partied Out

[bunniefuu]

Excellent work, ladies.

Top notch!

Oh, would you look at that?

It's already 4:00 AM.

Okay. Okay.

Oh.

Okay. Okay. Let's go Mehdi.

Let's go Medhi.

Let's go Medhi.

Okay.

Ah!

Oh sh*t.

Okay. Okay. Come on Medhi.

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh my God.

Ugh.

Doug!

Wow. What a night, eh?

Fight the power!

Oh God.

Marcus:

Medhi, again?

Did you fly too close

to the sun last night?

Guilty as charged.

These guys again, huh?

Protesting fossil fuels,

the usual.

You know, when

I was a boy,

they said we'd run out of

dinosaur juice by the year 2000.

Hmm.

And we're still pumping, baby.

Chelsea:

Oh, you think that's funny?

The negative PR

from the parade

gave Charles even more

reason to close this place down.

Why would he close down a

fully functional plant?

We start with accounting,

hopefully they can shed

some light on this.

Are you sure

that's necessary?

Of course.

The financials

are everything.

What's the problem

with the accountants?

I mean, they're alright.

Hold up!

What'd you just say?

That your mom

has soft hands?

No, the other thing, dummy.

Oh, Bennett

guy woke up thinking he

was on a space shuttle,

punched a nurse.

Alright then, let's

get to the hospital,

start at ground zero.

Hold on. Substance abuse

and now a possible

brain injury?

You don't just waltz out of

the hospital after all that.

He's not your

average human being.

He's more c*ck than man.

And if he's conscious,

he could be anywhere:

like the legion,

the peelers, the casino.

What a mess.

Bennett's a liability

on his best day,

but he has answers.

I understand but we're

going to accounting.

Ah, I have to link

up with my crew,

make sure they're

set for the day.

I'll meet you up there?

Medhi? You in here?

f*ck Medhi.

Are you hungover again?

Todd:

Well that answers that.

You're getting worse.

You know it's

against policy to-

Alter company

property without-

Oh, come on, man.

Don't be a weasel. Okay?

This-this is an improvement.

Engineering stuff.

Listen, I need you to do me

a solid and watch my guys.

You're just gonna sit

there and sign permits.

Come on, man.

That weird guy on your

crew who never blinks,

he creeps me the f*ck out!

And your-your trailer

smells like feet.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Do not let last night's

decisions affect my crew, okay?

You're worried about

my decisions, hmm?

You know, 30 years ago I

decided to send my money

to a school in Bombay.

I know.

And that institution

specialized in engineering

and I decided to attend every

class so that I could tell you:

your crew doesn't

need a babysitter.

Thanks Medhi,

you're the best.

Lights?

- Stay awake!

f*ck you, Todd Stool.

Son of a b*tch.

Marcus:

There's off limits!

Marcus:

Stop!

Now you're farther! f*ck!

Come to Daddy.

Oh yeah!

Hey baby, where's

your little boy?

Dewey, flick it,

you flick it!

Oh! sh*t!

I'm probably gonna

regret this but,

I wanna be just like you.

You mean you want

to be a dude?

No. Training with

you the other day

was actually pretty

f*cking cool, okay?

You're comfortable.

You're confident.

You got this whole

vibe going on.

I think the word you're

looking for is "classy"?

No.

Maybe it's, uh,

"experienced"?

Audrey:

It's more than that.

It's like the way that you

went about things, you know?

You weren't lost.

I want that.

Backwoods:

I'm sure you do,

my young apprentice.

Don't we all.

But why are you giving

me all the honour?

What about those guys?

Is this?

Is this safe to drink?

Whoa, don't drink tap.

Government adds fluoride

as a mind-control agent.

And fish f*ck in it.

What? You're serious?

Oh yeah. Let's get into

this car crash right now.

Today you're tagging

along with Dewey.

Dewey, Audrey. You know.

You'd be surprised what you're

gonna learn from our boy.

Well, maybe not

that surprised.

But anyways, look,

the last couple of days,

you know you're

learning the site,

how to work hard,

yada yada.

And now you're gonna

learn somethin' different.

Where the f*ck is Todd?

I am Todd.

What is that?

Gimme that.

Homer:

Alright, just don't

plough it back too quick.

Audrey:

That's straight caffeine.

Holy f*ck!

Mix some f*ck'

water in there!

Ugh!

Today I am Todd

but with, uh, better skin.

And, uh, smarter and a

lower BMI and nicer hair

and a nicer truck.

And, uh, just a generally

more pleasant demeanour.

As for the day's work,

continue with what you

were doing yesterday.

If you've already

completed it,

just, um, do it again,

but better.

And no questions.

Who are you?

I'm Audrey.

Backwoods:

That's Audrey, Todd's sister.

I paired her up with Dewey.

Ah, congratulations.

For what?

For not looking

like your brother.

I had a very busy morning

and I forgot where

I parked my truck.

I need you two to find it.

Should we look in the ditch?

It's somewhere in

that direction.

Hope you brought an umbrella.

Bev:

You have to come

with us next.

Barb:

We do the craziest stuff. I

went on a water slide one time.

Chelsea:

Sounds like it

gets pretty wild.

Barb:

Oh, we go pretty hard.

I got stuck in a ball pit for

like 30 minutes one time.

Bev:

Ew.

Oh, glad you could make it.

Everything alright?

You know this piece of sh*t?

I mean, professionally.

Barbara.

as*h*le.

So we're still

using that name?

You've got some real

smelly ba*ls coming in here

after what you

did to my bestie.

What did you do?

Nothing. It was a

misunderstanding.

You unbelievable b*stard!

That's rich.

Bev:

Son of a b*tch.

Barb:

We were supposed to

get matching tattoos.

I got mine and when

it's his turn,

Bitchy McBitch

got cold feet.

b*tch.

We were day drinking,

it sounded like

a good idea.

By the time it was my turn,

I'd sobered up.

Drunk Todd and Sober Todd

don't see eye to eye

on body modifications. Sorry.

You can go to hell.

You left me out to

dry and you know it.

Here.

De-stress.

I dunno why you're making

such a big deal about this.

It was four years ago and I

offered to pay for the removal.

Chelsea:

Okay, I understand that

you two have history,

but we can't let it cloud

the current problem.

Now if you could

provide some clarity

about the discrepancies we

were talking about earlier-

Barb:

Uh uh.

That jerk-off gets nothing.

- Yeah, nothing.

Bev:

Nada. Never.

Zilch.

- Sorry.

Not gonna happen.

Or if you don't cooperate

I could just fire you.

Our union loves

wrongful dismissal cases.

Barb:

Loves them.

Chews 'em up every day.

What do we need to do?

More like, what

does he need to do?

You want the financials?

He gets that tattoo.

And in the same place

that I got mine.

And we're not saying

sh*t until then.

Chelsea:

Guess you learned your

lesson about dating colleagues.

It wasn't all bad.

I mean, Barb's a good one.

I just don't like needles.

Well you better

get over it.

You know any tattoo

shops in town?

Who here knows

how to tattoo?

Todd:

Great.

That guy.

This car got recalled

for faulty airbags.

Basically

decapitated a dude.

This is your

brother's truck.

Oh, you probably

already know that.

I assume he gave

you a ride today?

You sure know a lot about

cars and who owns them.

What do you drive?

Oh, is this one yours?

It's a long story.

Okay, it's a short story.

What the sh*t is this?

Bird feed?

Ah! What the f*ck?

Aw, come on-

Ow! sh*t!

f*cking as*h*le birds.

Backwoods:

Ah!

Audrey:

What the f*ck is going on?

Taser:

Dammit! Shield me!

Shield me!

It's everywhere!

Audrey:

Get me inside!

Ewwwwww!

Holy sh*t!

f*ck' birds!

I'll give you all the

money on me if you go away.

Protestor.

She did something

with the birds.

I think she laced the

bird seed with laxative.

How does making birds

sh*t themselves

help save the environment?

Well how did

she get in?

Marcus:

Don't look at me, man.

I think I got

some in my mouth.

I hate birds.

More than I hate condoms.

Yo, Bareback.

You know nature sh*t.

How do people deal

with these things?

Well, they sh**t them

or they trap them.

Some companies deploy

"critter prickers".

Or we could call

in a falconer.

Smart answers only.

Backwoods:

Well they are sensitive

to ultrasonic frequencies,

makes them think a

predator's around.

You ever ate one?

Of course I have.

Well, if what nature

dude says is true,

I can deal with

these sh*t rats.

I need access to

the PA system.

What are you gonna do,

throw up on it?

Barb:

Oh my God,

that is disgusting.

It doesn't even say

my name to be honest.

Yeah, it kind of says barf.

- Yeah, it does.

Todd:

Oh, seriously?

It doesn't say barf.

Goddamnit, Barb.

So Todd held up

his end of the deal

where's the documentation,

reports, receipts?

Oh.

- Oh, yeah.

We don't really handle

the accounting anymore.

Excuse me?

Bev:

Yeah, we just do payroll.

Lots of payroll.

Yeah, Bennett's been

handling the accounting for,

I dunno, years?

How many years?

Barb:

Three and a half.

Three, four. I dunno.

While, yeah.

We just saw the top sheets,

never the work.

How do we get the work?

I mean, we have his laptop.

He told us to take it if

anything happened to him, but

Bev:

But the only one with

the password is

Bennett?

- Yeah.

Todd:

Are you sh1tting me?

Then why the f*ck

did I get a tattoo?

Boogie!

- Oh.

Barb:

Geez.

Con artists.

Yeah. Yeah.

f*ck you birds.

Operator Phil:

They're leaving!

Now, boys, if you don't mind,

Papa needs some shut-eye.

Operator Phil:

Looks like it.

Backwoods:

f*ck' waste of good

meat if you ask me.

But it worked!

Ah, that can't be good.

That wasn't me.

Taser:

Fuuuuuuuuuck!

Holy sh*t!

Yeah, that's not good.

Medhi, get up! Get up,

you f*ck' drunk.

Let's go, on the move!

Stop traffic.

Medhi:

What?

Steph:

Alright everybody,

I know it sucks,

but power outage means

we shelter in place

till we get the all clear.

I can still smell it.

It's not rotten eggs,

it's like regular eggs.

Last time we

had a lockdown,

we were in here

for five hours.

It's back when I was

on the, the tools.

I'm on probation now.

It's a long story.

Audrey:

Drinking?

Dewey:

Anyway,

operators took their

sweet a*s time.

Conceited little pukes.

Think they're so important.

It's-it's just

button pushing.

Please stop talking.

Dude.

I'm just trying to pass

on some knowledge.

The social hierarchy.

They don't teach this

stuff in trade school.

Where did they

teach you that?

Jail?

Is this normal?

Everyone's pretty relaxed.

Behavioural conditioning.

Oldest trick in the book.

Perfected by government spooks

in Afghanistan in the mid 80's.

Now that you mention it,

I, I have felt more and more

detached these last few months.

Oh, thank God.

Chelsea:

Accounting

isn't accountable.

Bennett is what

we're left with.

Is there someway we

can sneak offsite?

Not possible in lockdown.

Safety applies to everyone

regardless of their position.

Guys, this day has been

something else, okay?

I've been following Dewey

around and then I got sh*t on.

At least it's not permanent.

Ah, your coveralls

look good on you.

Thanks. Yours too.

Well, um, I like your shirt.

That's what I meant to say.

Did you get it at the mall?

Oh, I haven't seen

this much sh*t

since my septic

tank ruptured.

Well, you've obviously

never been to Burning Man.

One giant litter box.

Ah, well, tripped the breaker.

Yeah.

Steph:

Yeah. Okay. I know, I know.

Team, we're back at it.

Bird guano is toxic.

So please change your

clothes and/or shower.

I mean, do shower at

least once this week.

Thank you.

Well, you better get

back with your crew.

Yay. More Dewey and

his Dewey stories.

Sorry.

And I might be late so can

you catch a ride with someone?

Okay, great.

This day just gets

better and better.

I guess we better get back

to finding Medhi's truck.

Relax, Todd's Sister.

Nothin' new after two,

nothin' more after four.

Besides, I haven't

even told you

about my journey

into the trades.

Nuh uh. No.

All good.

See the angle of

these flare headers?

They're at a fifteen. Huh.

If we change this

diameter to 16 inch

we can redline

this b*tch 24/7.

But that means the

flare tip will need

modifications.

Guys, come check this out.

The nerds only gather

outside Mehdi's office

when he's doing

something important.

Historic.

He's about to

revolutionize the industry.

That guy?

He's been hungover all day.

That's when he does

his best work.

Being hungover is

his sweet spot.

Medhi Chowdry.

Welcome to the 2030s

your beautiful b*stards!

Yes!

Marcus:

Oh fer f*ck sakes.

That's Medhi's truck.

Man.

This guy is so f*cked.

He has no concept

of right or wrong.

Well, I'm a new face

and I'm up to date

on my conflict

resolution training, so

Todd:

I once corrected him

on what day it was,

the f*cking guy threw

a chair at my head.

That's, uh, creepy.

I can hear everything

you're saying.

Look, if it isn't the

baglicker himself.

Or should I say

boot licker?

Bennett, good to see you back

in the land of the living.

My apologies for the

language, Miss?

Chelsea Nakamura.

I'm the new site manager

at Conch Industries.

So if you're the

new site manager,

then that means

you were passed over.

So Mr. Bennett, Randy.

We've come here because

we need your help.

Do you know a

Duan in plastics?

I suspect that Duan

is of Asian descent?

Bennett:

No, he's Korean.

And you think because

I'm also Asian

that he and I

would get along?

You should give

him a chance.

You deserve to be happy.

Look man,

we need the password

to your laptops

so we can open the

accounting documents.

Oh, I see.

You didn't come here

because you cared.

You came here because

you wanted to use me.

No, that's not true, Randy.

I do care.

You'd cheat on Duan.

Haven't you f*cked the

refinery over enough?

For once do the right thing.

What's the password?

You know what I'm

gonna do, Todd?

I'm gonna bang your sister.

And not in some creepy way.

I'm gonna take her

out for dinner.

Wine her and dine her.

Todd:

Yeah?

Yeah. I'm gonna be

your brother-in-law.

I will wed her.

I'll be at every

family gathering,

every holiday,

every funeral

and childbirth.

I can't wait to see

your best man's speech.

That's f*cking it!

Bennett:

It's going to be great.

Oh God!

Ah!

Give us the numbers or I

swear on my mother's grave,

I will tear your

d*ck inside out.

Give us the

f*cking numbers!

This looks like fun.

Where'd you hide

Dewey's body?

Oh, he's alive.

He's probably the most

annoying person alive.

I didn't learn

anything about gauges

or flare stacks

or cool sh*t.

I swear this

whole f*cking day

has been a lesson

in tolerance.

Mmhmm.

You got a ride home?

Todd's Sister. 4:00 PM.

It's time to roll?

Looks like you're sorted.

Bye.

- Please, no, no, no.

We never even found

that guy's truck.

It's in God's hands now.

Oh, there are my bloody keys.

You almost f*cked me today!

Oh, well, Marcus,

you're-you're a handsome fella,

but you're not

really my type.

I seen the security footage.

Mmhmm?

Wanna guess how the

protestor got in?

Ahhh, let me see

a parachute?

Ah teleportation?

Pogo stick?

Ahhh magic?

Magic?

No!

Bro, she snuck in the

back of your truck.

What?

Man, this frat boy party

sh*t ain't gonna last.

You've created a lot

of work for me today.

The paperwork?

And the cops?

This is my job!

Okay.

What if my boss starts

asking questions?

Look, just, I don't know.

Tell him the f*cking truth.

You sure you want that?

Man, people love

you around here.

The "Myth of Medhi" has

spread coast to coast.

Look, if you can't

handle this sh*t,

you gotta say somethin'.

Okay, I will.

Oh! f*cking birds!

Chelsea:

We don't talk about this.

Todd:

I can still feel

it in my d*ck.

You remember the code?

8 6 7 5 3 0 9.

You, ah, wanna

come in for a beer?

I feel like we've earned it.

No, I'm gonna get cracking

on these financials.

Your sister lives with you?

Yeah. She does for now.

Audrey:

This is the throttle.

These are the brakes.

Todd's Sister, it's my bike.

Audrey:

Well, learn it.

I'm sure Audrey

wouldn't mind.

Yeah, maybe just for one.

Dewey:

Old Figure Eight here.

Hey, the Toddfather!

Dewey.

Dewey:

Oh dear God!

Todd:

Holy sh*t, Dewey!

You good?

Oh, yeah. Super good.

Just took a

sharp turn there.

The drive-your

driveway's not to code.

That's, like that slant,

the town maybe could

take a look at that.

Yeah, the driveway.

Dewey:

Okay, I'll see you

guys tomorrow!

Okay. Off to the hospital for

a tetanus shot for Dewey.

Red nail got him good.

You think you and your

crazy f*cking girlfriend

can just pull start my

d*ck and get away with it?

I'm pissin' at a 45.

I might have

been in a coma,

but I heard everything

you said, Todd Stool.

You were gonna let me die.

Your d*ck is next!