Help me! I need a doctor!
And I lost my nipple!
- [ER nurse] You can't come back here. - Here! Help me! I saved it!
- Sir, you can't come back here. - I have it! I-- [groaning]
[ER nurse, echoing] I need an orderly over here!
[chewing]
- [cell phone ringing] - [snores]
[groans]
[sighs]
What? I'm just taking a nap.
Okay.
What are you looking at? Get the fuck outta here.
[sighs] Fuck.
[exhales sharply, mumbling, exhales sharply]
- [engine revs, screeches] - Okay. [grunting]
- ["Venus" playing] - [groaning]
[groans]
[blows]
[breathes heavily]
Ooh.
["Talkin' to Myself" playing]
As you can see, it's a great neighborhood.
- It's a great park at the market. - The house has great bones.
[Realtor] Oh, it's charming.
- Charming. Really authentic to the desert. - Yeah. Yeah.
I really love it.
[car radio playing]
[sighs]
[sighs] Come on.
Oh. [sighs]
Shit.
I'm sorry, would you excuse me for a second?
- Oh, yeah, sure. - [exhales sharply]
What the hell happened? Are you okay?
What are you doing here? And who's your spiffy little friend?
[sighs]
What happened to your car?
Hit-and-run. I'm never going to that Walmart again.
- Were you in it when it happened? - [sighs] Course not.
A black box couldn't have survived that thing.
[breathes heavily] Who are you?
- Oh. Chris Cooly, Gallantry Realty. - This is Chris.
- [Chris] How are you? - [Peggy sighs]
This is Chris.
- We're not selling. - Really?
- Take your comps and go. - Peg-- You cannot afford the mortgage.
- Let's at least get it appraised. - Go, go, go. Get out! Get out of here!
- Okay. Okay. - Stewart and I will call you.
- Thank you. Nice to meet you. - We will not call you.
- Don't wait for the call. - I am so sorry, Chris.
- [Chris] At the right time. - Never.
- Damn it. - [sighs]
Tell me you at least have insurance.
I have liability only. They're vultures, these companies.
They charge you a hundred bucks just to fart in the car.
[cell phone ringing]
[sighs]
[stutters] Are you gonna answer it? Why do you never answer your phone?
- Telemarketers! - You're driving me crazy.
Some boiler room in New Delhi's been trying to get
into my bank account all week. I'm onto 'em.
- [Dianne] Great. - [Peggy chuckles, breathes heavily]
[sighs, moans]
[sighs] Look at that crema. That's a work of art.
Next time, I'll make you a flower.
Hey, you want some steaks?
No. And why do you have all those steaks?
- [chuckles] Oh, I know a guy. [chuckles] - [scoffs, sighs]
Hey... [exhales sharply]
...I-I need a little down payment for a car because obviously that thing's unsafe.
- [sighs] - And I'm working up a case.
I'll pay you back.
At this point, maybe a chauffeured limousine would be cheaper.
Is that what Stewart said?
- [stammers, swallows] - Are you quoting him?
We both say it.
[sighs]
- Dianne, don't be tofu. - Oh, come on.
Don't take on the season of whatever's in the pot with you.
I can think for myself, okay?
- This is a gigantic case. Believe me. - Okay.
[chuckles] Right. This is the "PI thing?"
Oh, it's real. It's not an "air quotes thing."
Where do you think I was last night? Huh?
[sighs]
I was working. Big-time stakeout. You'll read about it soon.
And don't you show this house again when I'm gone.
[sighs] All right.
I'll deposit some money for a new car.
Thank you.
But this is a family house, Peggy. This is my house too.
Of course, honey.
It's like a knife in the back.
I could live in a refrigerator box for all they care.
Oh, I know.
And you know what? Guess what? The joke's on them.
I'm about to make some serious bank.
[Carol] Yes, you are. And you know why? Cooper and I--
Well, mostly Cooper, scoured the Internet and found some goods on this guru guy.
Fuck him. What did he do? Is he a felon? A crook? I knew it.
Check this out. His wife went missing.
Wife murderer. Oh.
Donatella's dead.
Well, she won't be needing these.
He claimed that she left him and went to Mexico.
My money's on she's dead.
Never been deader.
Right? And the family never bought it. There was a $70,000 reward.
Well, there still might be. We need to find that out.
Oh, shit. We gotta get that money. That's our money.
Yes! We need that chaos. We need some noise, Peg.
- I'm your girl. - Yas!
Excuse me.
How much to put locks on the windows, huh?
[instructor] Bring awareness to your left foot.
Now starting with the big toe, breathe into each toe one by one.
As sensation in your toes increases, you trust that you are safe,
- you are good and you are whole. - [car approaching]
Fuck.
Hey!
Get that thing out of here. Go. I have a client coming.
Hey, I wanna talk to you about this Guru Bob bastard.
Aren't you supposed to be in class?
Yeah, he's starting late today. It's going great, by the way.
I need to see your notes.
Good luck with that. They're in my head.
Listen, I set up the meeting for you at Pioneertown.
All you gotta do is go in and seal the deal.
What did you do today?
You know what I've done today?
I cleaned the bathroom in case my last big client
needs to take a piss.
- The shit you should be doing. - That's not what I was hired for.
Because I get no help from my sole employee,
who's driving around in something out of The Banana Splits.
Hey, this guru's got stolen paintings everywhere.
Plus, his wife went missing, which means, hello, reward.
You're not gonna get the 70 grand. She doesn't wanna be found.
You knew about this?
You haven't heard about this?
Where am I gonna hear about it, the cancan line at Pioneertown?
Look, she left a note. She drained the bank account.
They found her car in Mexico.
The family, they wanted answers.
So yeah, I'm sure. [stutters] There was a reward. Was.
This is huge.
No, I just told you it's not. Now get that thing outta here.
I got a client coming in any minute.
- Okay, look. Ready? - Oh.
- [grunts] - [mutters]
Eat the Frito pie. And you're welcome.
Okay, go!
- [cell phone chimes] - [breathes deeply]
- [cell phone chimes] - Hey, Carol. Check it out. My new car.
[groans] They wanted me to get something sensible.
Peggy, your mother is getting on the bus.
The mother I told you about? [gasps]
I think so.
Oh, please follow her.
Send me the coordinates. I'll be right there!
["Where to Start" playing]
[grunts]
- I gotta go. - [salesman] Okay.
[horn honks]
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Wait, wait, wait. Thank you.
Thank you. Oh, thank you.
[panting]
- I got your car! - The keys are in it!
Yeah. [breathing heavily]
[coins clanking]
[breathing heavily, chuckling]
[chuckles]
There are empty seats.
Pretty day, huh?
Palm Springs. They're all the same.
[sighs] Where are you from?
Once upon a time, New York.
[gasps] Syosset.
[sighs] You look so much like someone I used to know.
Oh. She was gorgeous, by the way.
You're not trying to pick me up, are ya?
No way. I got too much on my plate. [sighs]
I suppose I'm from the City of Angels too.
Yeah?
I was an actress.
You seem like you'd be very good.
- I was. - [chuckles] Oh.
I was a day player on every show
- from Gunsmoke to B.J. and the Bear. - [gasps]
Was that last one a porno?
No. It was about a monkey on the road. It was very big.
I get it. Monkeys are hypnotic.
This is my stop up here.
No, no, no. I need your number first.
I know a shitload of people in theater.
I think I can make something happen for you.
You're not done yet. Not by a long shot.
[laughs, sighing]
[laughs]
[sighs]
[Carol] She's an actress, right?
Yeah.
This might sound crazy, Peg, but you should make a play.
She could portray Roslyn, and you could work all your shit out.
[chuckles] Honey, this is perfect. It's like Roslyn put her here.
[sighs] Oh, my God.
Gimme your phone.
I'm putting in an alert for every hour to remind you to write this play.
- [cell phone vibrating] - A little structure will be good for you.
Look, your phone's ringing. It looks important.
It's those Mumbai scammers. [groans]
Okay.
Ah. Peggy Newman.
[caller] This is Palm Desert Hospital and Medical Center. Please don't hang up.
We have a patient here named Bob Scarborough.
- [whispers] Hey. - Your number was on his forearm...
- Scarborough. - ...and he's been reluctant
to give us any other contact numbers.
- You're here for Bob Scarborough? - Yes.
We couldn't save the nipple. He's pretty bummed about it.
It's a mistake of nature anyway.
- He'll need to be on pain meds. - Don't be shy with those.
Sir, your friend's here.
Hi. I'll take it.
Not my friend.
[stutters] What are you doing here?
They said you were calling my name out on the floor.
Well, I don't know your name.
Let's go get your pain meds.
You know, you could have helped me last night.
They were clearly threatening me.
[sighs] Oh, what am I, your big brother?
I gave you wide eyes.
[stutters] I gave you hostage video eyes, and I am deformed now.
Look, I'm sorry.
Anyway, here.
Stay ahead of the pain.
It's the key to life. You take two.
So why were your friends at the driveway so upset with you?
[grunts]
[stutters] Can I have my Tater Tots, please?
This ride isn't free, by the by.
It's going to cost you three G's, made out to Pioneertown.
Your girlfriend, Tammy? She got a boob job for you.
And she stole the money to do it.
I never asked her to do that.
H-How do they look? The--
Some guru.
Could I have my Tater Tots, please?
I want the money, capisce?
Tots for tits.
So what is this anyway?
"Investigative Series: Death at a Spa."
[chuckles] Is this for real?
It's a Newsey. You've heard of Newseys, right?
I heard of a Pulitzer.
Newseys are just for television news exclusively.
Never heard of it. An Emmy I've heard of.
They got two wings. Yours has only got one.
It's a lot more specific.
Eh, it's more like a door prize.
It's very prestigious.
So, this is the real deal, huh?
You know somebody. An art buyer.
I know lots of people, hon.
So, how does a local news anchor afford a Picasso?
Uh, my wife.
You have a wife, huh?
Where is she?
She's gone. I have to go to sleep. I'm very tired.
We'll talk about your art guy tomorrow.
Where's your checkbook, Bobby?
In the drawer in the kitchen. It's just Bob.
[inhales sharply]
Oh, my God. Okay.
Hey. Come on.
- You look like an escaped mental patient. - [moaning]
[grunts]
- [cell phone chiming] - [pants] Okay. Oh, sh-- What now?
[sighs]
Are we gonna have sex?
I gotta write a play.
You said you have a buyer. You know somebody.
[panting] Of course. Here. Okay.
[Bob groans]
- Here. Sign this. Four grand. - [groans]
- [sighs] Good boy. [chuckles] - [groaning]
Okay.
- [groans] - Hush, hush, hush, hush. [shushes]
[whispers] Sleep tight.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.
[groans]
[Peggy] "Peggy enters center stage, totally radiant." Peggy.
"This is a play about love and regret."
"Much like Hamilton."
[chuckles] Good.
[breathes deeply]
What the fuck does he know?
[cast member] All right there. Put the feed in your hand.
[stammers] Flat, just like that.
[scoffs]
Wow. Uh, this is for $4,000. [laughs]
He wanted to take care of it,
but he'd like you to handle something also.
He wants Pioneertown to move on, no questions asked.
Investigations can be hostile.
- It was Tammy. - Not confirming, not denying.
The point is, forget about it.
- You changed the combo? - Yes, I did.
And no, I'm not gonna tell you what it is.
So we're covered,
especially since you have a security team now.
What security team?
We talked about this, Owen.
What did we talk about right here in this room? Bruce Harvey Investigations.
Oh, um...
I have to talk to Mother.
When? When she's changing your diaper?
You're the leader of this outfit, Owen.
You gotta lead.
How much does it cost? [exhales sharply]
And what does he even do?
What don't we do? I'll set up a sit-down. I'm late for a rehearsal.
- What are you rehearsing? - [door slams]
[people chattering]
I can't even read this.
Are you legally blind?
No, it's chicken scratch. It's illegible.
[stammers]
This is the last day of your life.
You say, "I'm going to Long Island."
You're dying. You're in and out.
And I go, "We don't live on Long Island anymore."
And then you say,
"I'm going to see my parents in Germany."
And my line is, "What the fuck you talking about?"
It's all right there.
- Well, will we get typed pages? - [people laughing]
[laughing, speaking indistinctly]
Take five.
[sighs]
Roger.
Peggy.
Is that Axe body spray?
Oh, it's Shalimar. [chuckles]
No perfume in Pioneertown, even in accounting.
Oh, also, the saloon area is a closed set today.
I'll have to ask you both to turn around.
Good day.
Is this word "Nazis?"
Germany is still full of Nazis.
Isn't this the 1870s?
[Owen] Peggy?
Peggy? What is that? What-- What is that sign?
You didn't say anything to me about any play.
[chuckles] Take another five.
I told you we were in rehearsals.
Hey, Slide City has the surf.
We've got the turf.
We're offering an alternate to fast-moving water.
And that, my friend, is heart-wrenching drama.
Look, I don't wanna jinx it,
but I think that this is going to be like Hamilton in terms of word of mouth.
It's gonna be a frenzy.
What is? [stammers]
You haven't... [stammers] ...I don't know what it is.
What is it?
Perhaps the greatest tale ever told, wrapped in a full professional production.
[Ginger blowing raspberries]
Hey, you see that lady?
She look familiar?
[groaning]
[stammers] Yes-- Maybe. I--
[blowing raspberries]
Okay, yeah. Where have I seen her before?
- Everywhere. - [moaning, grunting]
She brings pedigree, Owen. We need that. She's been in everything.
Tremendous following.
Crowds are gonna flock in to see her, and it's not going to cost you a dime.
- [sighs] - [vocalizing]
Yeah, I've seen her. I-- I have. Definitely, for sure.
You've seen Designing Women?
[chuckles] Oh, my God. [wheezes]
- The Wire? - Yes. Wait, she was on The Wire?
- Everything but. - Oh.
Slide City cannot compete with this.
Okay, fine. All right. Um, go practice.
[stammers] Do your rehearsing. Act away.
All right. We're back. Ginger, from the top.
Here, here. Write this down.
Mommy says, "Get me a kreplach."
- No. Make it a cheese Danish. - [horn honks]
- [gasps] - [speaks indistinctly]
- Did you seriously change the locks? - I told you the money is on the way.
- I'm a PI now. - Oh, really? You don't look like a PI.
I'm working a murder case.
Oh, my God. Peggy-- Peggy, that looks just like Mommy.
Right? I'm making a play with her for the catharsis Aristotle talked about.
I'm purging all my mommy shit so it doesn't give me cancer.
I could write a scene for you. It's like therapy.
No, I'd rather just take a key to the house instead.
[stammers] I don't have a spare.
Really? You made one key? That's just great, Peggy. Real great.
- Thank you, as always. - Let's go. Come on, Ginger. Let's go.
Come. Ignore her.
I just gotta get that reward.
Mommy would be so proud of me if I pull in 70K.
Hey, did you learn anything in that class about missing persons?
Yes. In fact, I researched what happened before she disappeared.
You've gotta see it. I got it off of YouTube.
It's when he lost his job.
[Peggy] I guess I'll go look at that because I know him now.
- Hey! Jus-- Hey! - [gasps, heavy breathing]
- She just took all your wine. - [Cooper chuckling]
The whole bottle.
Oh, it's a cheap bottle of sauv blanc. She'll enjoy it.
Wait, are you attracted to this guy?
Who, the guru bastard? No. [chuckles]
- Am I? - [groans]
[winces, sighs]
Maybe in the past, but no more.
I choose not to be attracted to him, so I'm not.
Okay, good. [sighs]
It's pirated, 'cause they took it down.
Let's take you to Palm Canyon Drive.
We are hearing that a massive sinkhole has collapsed there, swallowing a tourist.
[Barb] Alicia Herrera's on the ground. She has all of the late-breaking details.
Alicia, what can you tell us about this tragedy?
Hold on. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Hold on a second.
Is this a tragedy?
- It doesn't even really matter. - [chewing]
It's just death. [chuckles] I mean--
That's where we're all headed.
Today, a tourist joined the cosmic beach.
- Who cares? 'Cause everything else-- - [chuckles]
All of this is stupid. It doesn't matter, you know?
You and your problems,
- her cheating-ass husband-- - [Barb] The hell, Bob?
All of it is stupid. Everything is stupid.
- [Bob] Everything is stupid. - Well, he's not wrong.
Death is fucking coming for all of us,
- and it will blow your fucking mind. - I am so sorry. Bob.
- [Carol chuckles] - Barb, shut the fuck up.
- Everybody fucking hates you. - [Barb stammers] Bob!
- Bob. - And you should not wear red. Ever!
[beeps]
A lot of people think like that. Why do you think they call him Guru Bob?
- [drone whirring] - What the fuck is that?
What's that? The fuck is that? Is that the cops?
- Is that you, Bezos? - It's Cooper.
Chad bought it for her.
Jesus! So she's back there, just drinking your sauvignon blanc?
There's so much more in the garage.
[laughing] This is just insane. It was not a stolen check.
I got the check from Peggy Newman.
- It was Peggy's check! - There.
Well, Peggy didn't try and cash it.
- [stammers, scoffs, exhales sharply] - Thumb, please.
- People are such disappointments. - Hey. [sighs]
You can't smoke in here.
I don't smoke.
[inhales sharply] Oh, hey. While I'm waiting,
I'd like to request a missing person's report.
Oh. Name?
Donatella Scarborough.
- [Owen sighs] - [Peggy] Ah. There he is.
[sighs] Hey.
Thank you for getting me out.
You're fired.
Hey. Oh, you're okay now. Take it easy. I'm taking care of it.
No. What you can take care of, Peggy,
is cleaning out your locker because you're fired.
I don't even have my own locker. I share with Jeannie,
which, considering my seniority, is a travesty.
Look, I'll get you the money.
No, no, no. You are out of time. And plus, I don't trust you anymore.
Trust is just a construct. So is time.
And speaking of which, I'll get it by tonight.
Tomorrow, the latest,
- by midnight, plus interest. - No, no, no. No more deals.
I'll get the charges dropped.
The charges have to be dropped within an hour.
- Give me five. - [sighs]
- Your mom's on board. - What?
[sighs] Look, I had a little talk with her, woman to woman.
I knew you were scared to.
Who do you think put up the bail?
God. Bitch.
[inhales deeply]
Owen, don't worry.
Hey, the show that I'm doing is gonna grab people
by their throats and rip their hearts out through their eyeballs.
Wh-- [shudders]
[sighs]
Open up, you bastard!
[sighs] My boss spent the day in the cooler.
You're paying me and dropping those charges.
I want the money.
Let's discuss it at dinner.
Dinner?
- When? - Right now.
Where are we talking?
Cheesecake Factory.
Ah. Ruth's Chris.
Outback.
Geraldo of Rome.
[inhales deeply] Fine.
- [alarm chirps] - [Peggy] You're paying.
- [chomps] Mmm. - [Bob] So, this art guy--
Is he still in the game? Is he still an art dealer?
- Yeah. - Hmm.
And weapons and dope. And kidneys, probably.
[exhales sharply, chomps] So, what's your business with him?
So, I want to sell something from my collection.
- A Picasso? - No, a Cézanne.
Uh-huh.
My buyer fell through.
What about Sotheby's?
[scoffs] Their commissions are horrible.
Uh-huh. What's it called?
It is called
View of Auvers de-- [stammers] something.
A View of Auvers-sur-Oise?
Yes.
'Cause that painting was stolen in '99.
Hmm.
Yeah, I can help you.
For a commission.
How much do you want for it?
I could let you have it for a million, three.
I need 20 grand as a finder's fee and four grand up front for Tammy's jugs,
plus for you to drop the bogus charges against Owen.
And if that check doesn't clear, I'm taking the other nipple. [chomps]
[crowd gasps]
[growls, chewing]
You are a huntress.
Is this part of your guru act?
No, no, no. Just an observation.
I saw your, uh, prophet bit on the news.
By the way, most people can't handle the truth.
- That's what I always say. - [inhales sharply]
- [gasps] - [Peggy] Oh, there's your friend.
Yeah, you're leaking a little.
She's following me.
What's her beef?
[stutters] How soon can you reach your guy?
Who, Kachel?
I can reach him tonight. Tomorrow.
Wednesday, the latest.
I don't know if he'll come personally, but he's got people, you know?
I need you to give me Tammy's money tonight.
And I need you to drop those charges.
Yeah, I don't carry a checkbook on me.
You stole one of my checks?
Why didn't you just go ahead and sign it too?
That would be illegal and trashy.
Fine.
- [cell phone ringing] - And Dianne is calling again. [chuckles]
- That's my sister. Just give me a minute. - Ah.
Guess where I am right now.
Well, you're not home, because I am at the house,
- and Denny is trying to get in here. - [Denny] Hey, Dianne, open the door.
- Guess he's out of jail now, huh? - [Denny] Hey, you know,
- this is really still my house, - She's not here, Denny!
I'm not getting any bars.
- Could you call the police? - [Denny] Open up!
How did you get in my house?
[Dianne] I can call a locksmith too, you know.
- It is a family house. - [chuckles, sighs]
But it's not your residence, it's my residence. It's where I reside.
- This... This is nice. - Mmm.
Yeah. Can we just talk about this?
Honey, do you think this place is a little expensive for a guy
- that owes people money? - No, that's why--
[Peggy] Tell Denny he can take a flying fuck.
- You tell Denny... - Excuse me.
...to take his rap sheet and his shitty choices...
- [groaning] - ...and shove them up his criminal ass.
- I'm done. - [Dianne] No, I am done.
[Peggy] Tell him we're gonna be divorced by default in 11 days,
and I'm counting them.
And you too, Dianne.
Get out of my house! Get out of my residence.
Ma'am, there are children here,
- and I'm gonna need you to tone it down. - I'm done! Take it down a notch!
Christ on a truck.
[sighs] I gotta go.
Who's Denny?
My fucking husband.
- Hmm. [clears throat] - When did that happen?
[car alarm chirps]
[Peggy] Ooh, is that your car?
Nice friends.
At least they left you the other nipple.
["Nice Work If You Can Get It" playing]
Wow. There she is.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Early release.
[sighs]
[song continues]