Black Monday (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - I Don't Like Mondays - full transcript

♪ Upbeat music ♪

♪ It's Showtime tonight ♪

This means war.

Previously on Black Monday...

This is for my homies
in the mother ghetto.

My dad literally died
of a heart attack

while beating me.

- How quickly do you think

you can get behind
this bank bailout?

Immediately.
After I solidify my standing

and another term
seems in the bag,



I will slip it right in.

You're all going down.

The heat is on but not
in the cool Glenn Frey way.

I don't need you to save my ass.

I came up with Black Monday.

I want my revenge!

Or you'll go back to jail,
Keith.

She's undercover.

She busted him and turned him.

Good luck sleeping,

'cause the next knock
you hear could be me.

Uh, how the fuck
did he get you here?

He told me you could get me
out of this shit.

How the fuck
did he get you here?



He told me you could get me
out of this shit.

Funny, 'cause he told me he
could get me out of this shit.

I feel like
we're in the movie Clue.

Oh, yeah, I know,
it was Professor Cocksucker

with the rope
in the congressman's bedroom.

What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?

That you're probably responsible

for your boyfriend's death,

considering that the only people

who could have had access
to that sex tape

are me and you,
and I'm not a fucking psycho.

Yeah, that's it.

I don't know why
you're grinning, Keith.

Last I checked, five people died

during your little
Dog Day Afternoon,

so you're not exactly
not a murderer yourself.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, none of those

were my fault, and one of them
was from natural causes.

And last time I checked, Dawn,

wasn't Black Monday basically
National Kill Yourself Day?

- So I don't know...
- Okay, fine.

So we all got bodies, all right?

- We all got fucking bodies.
- What are you guys doing here?

- Oh, God.
- Oh, no.

I'm kidding! I'm kidding!
Come in, please.

We got soda, orange juice,
purple stuff, Sunny D,

and a shit ton of cocaine.

♪ Dramatic percussive music ♪

So, what, we're supposed
to just trust each other,

not to mention you,
after everything?

We have fucked each other more
than the Mamas and the Papas.

They're a famously
incestuous band.

- Never heard of 'em.
- I'm more of a Wham! guy.

I'm more of a black guy.
Look, we're even, okay?

We all need this, and there's
really no other fucking choice.

Unless you guys wanna spend

the rest of your lives
in prison.

That's what I thought.

So last night,
after Keith crashed our date

and ruined our lives...

Technically,
you ruined our lives.

I just put it all
out in the open.

Yeah, I did
the Amerisavings thing

to fuck you guys over,
because each of you guys

fucked me over,
and you deserved that shit.

Now, I was gonna leave it
at that and disappear forever

until my past caught up to me,
literally,

but from that first moment
that Connie took me down...

Wait, wait, who's Connie?

Connie, Aisha, Dee-Dee,
the same chick,

- the FBI bitch.
- That bitch.

When she took me down,

I started putting
pieces together

to figure out a way
to take her down with me.

And then I took down some coke,

which I haven't done
in a long time.

That shit hit my brain
like Popeye's spinach.

But I figured out that I could
put those same pieces together

to save all of us
but only if you guys

are willing to complete
the puzzle.

What the fuck?

How much coke did you do?

This looks likes
Drew Barrymore's diary.

I used it purely
as a study aid, Dawn.

Okay, I knocked this shit out
in 13 hours.

Then I color-coded my record
collection by rhythm section,

and by color,
I'm talking about race.

And by rhythm,
I'm also talking about race.

Jesus, what's the fucking plan?

No, you're right, you're right.

Stay on point, stay on point.

So here you can see,
it's simple.

Actually, it's...

It's very fucking complicated,

as evidenced by the fact
that I needed several

floor-to-ceiling windows
to write all the shit down,

but like I said,
when Connie busted me,

I started trying to figure out
a way to save my ass.

It turns out,
it could save all our asses.

♪ Midnight Star's "Operator"
playing ♪

♪ The operator... ♪

Hey, wake up, brother,
it is payback time.

Roland Madison, from back
in our Black Panther days.

No, no, not the comic book.

The movement started
by Huey Newton.

No, that would be Huey Lewis.
That's The News.

Yeah, they are
very similar-sounding.

Wait, is this Sam Poole?

Shit, that's a six. It's a six.

Hey, wake up, brother,
it is payback time.

Roland?

♪ Operator... ♪

May I just say, damn.

Mm-mm, get outta here
with that weak shit.

♪ Operate on me ♪

♪ Take control of that body ♪

♪ Take control of me ♪

♪ I called my baby
up on the telephone ♪

♪ I got connected
to a freaky zone ♪

Oh.

♪ The conversation... ♪

On behalf of all men,
I am so sorry.

- Can I refill you?
- Yes, please.

- Dude, you love a honeypot.
- What's a honeypot?

You haven't seen Hogan's Heroes?

Hogan's Heroes.

Oh, I was more
of an F Troop guy.

Yeah, that tracks,
but my guy on the inside

can't do shit unless Dawn
gets $3 million

transferred to an account in
the Caymans in Connie's name.

Transferred from where?

The AASF.

Why the fuck
would Marcus do that?

So he can hit that shit.

- Again?
- Ohh.

Who cares?

I don't... it doesn't...
Wait, again?

Fuck, it's fine. I don't care.

That doesn't... it...

Well, I'll tell you
why he should do it, okay?

Because Connie's been fucking
our people over for years,

and this is gonna save the AASF.

Trust me, all of our problems
with Connie

will be taken care of if Dawn
can take care of Marcus.

Okay, if... if you and Dawn
can get rid of Connie,

that doesn't mean that Reagan
and the FBI

are just gonna forget
about Black Monday.

Eh, I don't know.

Reagan's kinda known
for forgetting shit,

and not just whose side he's on.

- Or the middle class.
- Or the mentally ill.

Or the fact that he used
to be pro-choice,

but you're right, Blair.

They're not just gonna
stop coming for us.

Especially if Larry Leighman
goes down for the yen trade,

he's gonna try
to take us down too.

Which is why
you have to convince him

to find a patsy
to pin the yen thing on.

That way, they stay clean,

and it'll keep us
from getting revenge fucked.

Okay, if Keith
can pull this off,

who goes down for Black Monday?

Well, no one,

until you leverage Pastor Newell

to do us a huge favor.

- What's that?
- An act of kindness.

But that's
not important right now.

I'm just kidding.

I watched Airplane three times
when I was on my coke-a-thon.

They really love
that joke structure.

- What the fuck is the favor?
- What is happening?

Okay, okay, okay, right.

You have to get Pastor Newell
to get his puppet,

the governor, to pardon me

after I confess to
masterminding Black Monday.

- Oh, shit.

Come on, you guys know
this is fucking brilliant.

- Look at this shit.
- I don't know, Mo.

It's a-it's a lot
of moving parts.

Yeah, it ain't a slam dunk.

But, you know, getting four
people cleared of FBI charges

for which they are
legitimately guilty never is.

But we all gotta be in. All in.

Fuck it, I'm in.

I'm in.

Eh, no. I'm not doing that shit.

Dawn, this shit only works
if we're all in.

No, I'm in. I'm just...

I'm not doing that dumbass
sports hand thing.

♪ Glenn Frey's
"The Heat Is On" playing ♪

Marcus, I can fix this.

- Trust me.
- How?

If you transfer $3 million

into an account
in the Cayman Islands,

we can sink that FBI bitch
for good.

♪ Inside your head... ♪

Hey, why don't you call in sick?

You know I would,

but today is the biggest day
of my career.

♪ ...and the beat's so loud ♪

♪ Deep inside... ♪

That's why I rushed over here

the second I got your note.

I genuinely like you.

The FBI are after us.

What the fuck?

All we need to do
is pin it on a patsy.

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Oh-ooh-oh-oh,
oh-ooh-oh-oh... ♪

I can fix this for both of us,

but you have to put me
on the air.

Congressman Harris'
suicide note.

Take her down, Lynette!

Oh, look at the numbers climb!

I know how close you are
with the governor.

You're gonna ask him
to do me a favor.

♪ The heat is on ♪

♪ The heat is on ♪

♪ The heat is on ♪

♪ Oh, it's on the street ♪

- ♪ The heat is ♪

- ♪ On ♪ - Freeze! Freeze!

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

♪ Daisy, daisy ♪

♪ Give me your answer, do ♪

♪ I'm so crazy
all for the love of you ♪

♪ It won't be
a stylish marriage ♪

♪ I can't afford a carriage ♪

- ♪ But you'll look sweet ♪
- ♪ Upon the seat ♪

♪ Of a bicycle built for two ♪

- ♪ Or three ♪
- Shut the fuck up, Keith!

You're not part of this!

I'm going to stick my foot
up your ass!

Lenny, Lenny...

- No!
- Okay.

- I can do it.
- Okay.

I can do anything.

Oh, hardy-har-har.

Let's all laugh at the man

who was panini'd by a supercar.

So funny, I forgot to die.

- We were just having fun.
- Nobody's laughing at you!

Oh, really?

Lenny, look,
the only reason I'm here

is to help you, help us.

Shut up, Keith!

There is no us!

Lawrence, your infatuation
with this baby carrot of a man

continues to befuddle me.

Well, this baby carrot of a man

is the only thing standing
between you and the FB...

I think we need more firewood.

Go get firewood.

What do you say, Keithy?
Go on a kindling run?

Sure.

Oh, baby brother.

What was it our grand-père
used to say here at Wolf Lake?

You can't say "family man"
without "Leighman."

Yeah, he did, Len.

♪ Soft dramatic music ♪

Hurry back.

How far away is this firewood?

What firewood?

The firewood that we told
your brother we're getting.

What brother?

My brother Lenny
survived Black Monday

only to tragically
succumb to injuries

right after the devastating

and highly illegal yen trade

he made.

Uh, no.

You said it. A patsy.

No, no, I never suggested

that we leave him
in the woods to die.

We're in this together now.

All the way...

brother.

♪ Upon the seat ♪

♪ Of a bicycle built ♪

♪ For two ♪

Thanks again for lunch.

Oh, of course.

You did take advantage of me
a little bit

by ordering
that seafood tower to go.

But no, it's fine.

I-I just wanted to thank you

for being my eyes and ears
at TBD.

I mean, without you,
I never would have known

about Amerisavings.

- We go back.
- Yeah.

I was a security guard
before you found me.

I think you mean
before you blackmailed me

into giving you a job
with the security footage

of me and Dawn destroying
the Leighman Brothers' office.

Yeah, there's-there's
your version.

- And then there's my version.

Yeah, "po-tay-to,"
"po-tah-to," yeah, yeah.

- Yeah.
- Which is why

this next part's gonna be
a little difficult.

Why are you talking to me
like you're divorcing my mom?

- Just wait a second.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You sound just like
my stepdad Sam

and my stepdad Todd

and my stepdad Jean-Pierre

but without the Haitian patois.

I'm sorry, buddy,

but I gotta go away
for a little while.

So that's it?

Dad's leaving!

Jesus.

I should've known.

That's why you've been
spoiling me all day.

I'm gonna miss you too,
which is why I want to give you

a little something
to remember me by.

♪ Smooth music ♪

$30 in quarters?

Trust me, you're gonna need
every goddamn one of them.

- Come in.

Hey, Yassir, what's up?

Uh, what the fuck
am I looking at?

Justice.

I came up with
Just For Men first.

And now they're gonna sue me?

I'm a tiny nonprofit
men's rights group.

They're a soulless corporation,

profiting off
the anti-gray female gaze.

Well, I'm gonna teach 'em
a lesson

by syringing bleach into
these Just For Men bottles

and then sneaking them back
on the shelves just like...

The Chicago Tylenol
tampering murders of 1982.

Yeah, I got it, man.

Except no one's gonna die.

I mean, they're just gonna...
not dye.

D-Y-E, get it?

Bet they go bankrupt
once all their customers

start looking like this.

You're-you're fucking
with people's look, man.

It's just not cool.

Listen, I don't need
your approval,

but I could use a ride
to 15 Duane Reades

in the tri-state area
so I can restock these.

Yeah, not gonna do that.

So you wanna tell me what
the hell this is all about?

$3 million transferred

into an offshore bank account
in your name.

What?

Transferred from where?

The AASF.

This is bullshit.

Somebody must've just opened
an account in my name.

In your real name, Aisha?
Your identity is classified.

Not to mention all the security
questions on the account.

A ton of personal information
we didn't even know

but have since verified.

So somebody went
through my trash.

Or maybe tapped my phones.

And then they hired someone
who looks exactly like you

to walk in and out
of that bank in the Caymans.

The evidence is overwhelming.

♪ Mellow rock music ♪

And I want you
to go fuck yourself.

Let me guess, Aisha, you're not
coming to dinner with my folks.

I can finish this case tonight.

Let's fucking party!

Come on, how can I
make it up to you?

Name it.

Let's go away next weekend.

Someplace romantic. No work.

No work, done.

Waylon Washington.

Oh, that motherfucker.

He's the one that suggested
we go to the Caymans,

and he made me run to this bank
to get cashier's checks

so that I could be caught
on the security camera.

What... it's my boyfriend.

Unfortunately,
as far as we can tell,

this Waylon Washington
doesn't exist.

Of course he doesn't.

Just like the man
who created him.

You did it.

You knew I would.

Yes, I did! Get in here!

Oh, boy.

So how'd you convince him?

Did you make him think
you were into him or something?

Yeah, or something.

Okay, well, anyway,

I'm just glad that the plan
might actually work.

Mm-hmm.

And I owe it all
to my first love.

- Mm.
- Cocaine.

You want some?

Sure.

I mean, you forget
how good it is.

- And then you remember.
- Mm.

Okay, sure, why not?

Yeah.

- Oh, Dawnie.
- Mm.

You know, I really took to heart

what you said the other night.

Uh-huh.

About me always
making it about me.

- Yeah.
- You weren't wrong.

Which is why I thought
you would dig this plan.

Because at its core,
it is about me

heroically sacrificing myself.

Mm, come on, let's be real.

Same Mo-Mo,
just scamming everyone

into helping you get
what you want,

and you get to be the hero.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, this plan,

like all my plans,
is pretty fucking fragile.

I mean, look,
Blair or Keith could fail.

- Or betray me.
- Yeah.

And I'm really rolling the dice
with this legal system

while I'm waiting for my pardon.

No, no, no, any number of things

could still go very, very bad
for old Mo-Mo.

Yeah, but they won't,
'cause they never do.

You know, you always seem
to just keep running

in between the raindrops,
and the worst part is,

is when you take the fall,

you'll be known as the genius
behind Black Monday.

My idea. You!

The motherfucker who got took!

Yeah, don't think I forgot.

How could you, huh?

I ate your fucking lunch!

Oh, well, I hope
it tasted like shit.

You hope that your lunch
tasted like shit?

- Did ya eat it?
- Fuck you!

- Oh, really?
- Fuck you. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, okay, oh,
we doing side-head now?

This is it, this is the
passionate discourse, right?

Oh, God, it's kind of
our sweet spot.

Yeah. Will they or won't they?

Why don't they already?

- Why don't they?
- What the fuck?

What the fuck? What was that?

What did... did you just say,
"Why don't they already?"

- Hey, uh, sorry I'm late.
- I didn't say do it!

K-Man, tell me you got it done.

Yes, long story.
Actually, short story.

Lenny's still alive.

He took the fall,
and now he's dead.

- Wait...
- No further questions.

- Piece of cake.

You know, good old Keith, right?

Shut the fuck up real quick.

What?

It's from Blair.

Let there be a God.

Come on.

Blair did it. He got the pardon.

- Yes!

Of course it worked.
Your shit always works.

Hey, don't be mad at me
'cause I'm a genius.

- He's a genius.

Ah.

Well, now all that's left
is for me to sacrifice myself,

like the tragic hero that I am.

- Just go.
- Seriously?

Hey, genius, not so super genius

to leave your genius plan
in permanent marker

on your own window.

- Whoa!

This is for my homies
in the ghetto.

What the fuck?

You seriously need
to stop doing coke, man!

I just started.

- Oh, thank you.

Parishioners,
during that interval

from our holy sponsors,

I had a revelation
direct from the Lord himself.

God was so taken
by this young man's bravery

in the face
of his flaming demons

that he whispered in my ear
to lift him up,

which is why I just urge
my dear friend

Governor Putnam to complete
this redemption story

and fill the vacant seat
by appointing Blair Pfaff

as the next congressman of
the great state of New York.

- Wait, what?
- That slippery fuck.

Oh, and the governor said
yes, praise God.

- He said yes!

Praise him.

Nice doing business
with you, Congressman.

You're still a monster.

Leviticus 3:21.

It takes one to know one,
you piece of shit.

- Oh, hello, darling.
- Can I get a picture?

- Hi, hi.

- Congratulations, Congressman.
- Thank you.

Oh, and one more thing.

As the new poster boy
for conversion therapy,

you best not miss
a single session,

or I will hang you
out to dry faster

than I did my own son-in-law.

Have a good day.

So nice to meet you.
I'm such a huge fan.

Hey, girl.

You becoming congressman
was not part of the plan.

Nope.

Did you get the governor
to pardon Mo?

Well, I was following the plan,
but then I realized,

why would I use my chip
with the governor to save Mo

when I could use it for myself?

Motherfucker.

My mother always told me,

when something breaks,

you can't always
put it back together,

but you can use the pieces
to move forward.

Things between Mo and I
will always be broken.

I will never forgive him.

So I'm just using
the pieces he gave me.

What about us, hmm?

Huh? We're partners!

Dawn, it's time for me to evolve

into who you made me

or maybe who I've always been
deep down.

Blair, you are not this person.

You need to make this right.

You need to use
your new connections,

and you need to get Mo
that pardon.

I will immediately.

As soon as I solidify
my standing in Congress

and a second term
seems in the bag.

- Shit.
- Does he wanna talk to me?

No, no, he hung up.

Why didn't he wanna talk to me?

Look, you don't know this,
but Mo was arrested,

I don't know,
once when he was, like, 17.

So checkered past.
No surprise there.

Which means
if he turns himself in,

this will be his third strike.

He thinks Blair's
gonna save him, okay?

If he confesses,
he goes away for life.

But we'd be free and clear.

- Keith.
- You're right.

- We gotta-we gotta stop him.
- Damn it. It's rush hour.

How are we gonna cut
through all this traffic?

We can cut it with a blade.

♪ Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out
For a Hero" playing ♪

- Hey! I'm skating here!

You're in the road,
you piece of shit!

Out of the way!

♪ In my wildest fantasy ♪

♪ Somewhere just
beyond my reach... ♪

Go!

What are you looking at?
There we go.

♪ Racing on the thunder ♪

- Shit!

♪ And rising with the heat ♪

♪ It's gonna take a superman ♪

♪ To sweep me off my feet ♪

- Oh!

- Whoa!
- ♪ I need a hero ♪

Don't do this.

Dude, this shit really itches.

Oh, shit, what the fuck
happened to my car?

My face is burning!

And the fucking hair
is falling off my head!

You didn't wash the bleach off?

I was supposed
to wash the bleach off?

What's this all about?

What's with all this
Just For Men?

What's that?

- What's-what's... what?
- Uh... what?

Keith.

Hey. Buddy.

I was looking for you.

Jesus Christ, are you okay?

You're the one
I'm worried about.

Seriously? Because your arms

are kinda all twisted up
the wrong way.

Blair fucked us.

He used his favor from Newell

to get the governor
to appoint him to Congress.

If you confess,
it'll be your third strike.

You'll never be free.

This is it, then.

Yeah, time to go to Kokomo.

For real.

No, this is it.
I gotta turn myself in.

- For Dawn, for you...
- Uh-huh.

...for Blair and all
the ladies back at TBD.

Too long I've just been
running through the raindrops.

Well, it's time old Mo got wet.

That went kinda sexual
at the end,

but I think you know what I mean

in a "cool guy line" way.

Totally. I'd stop you,
but I can't really move.

It's my time, Keith.

And you should really get
both of those arms checked out.

Oh, yeah, I do not feel good.

No, you shouldn't.
You got hit by a car.

Yeah. Catastrophic pain.

- And, Mo...

- Mm-hmm?
- You're a shit friend.

- But you don't deserve this.
- Thanks, man.

Level with me, Doctor.

Is there a cure?

Yes, but it's gonna be hard.

You have a very bad case
of homosexuality.

Worst I've ever seen.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Lucky for you,
I practice a technique

taught to me by
Pastor Newell Swafford himself

where, in phase one,
we locate the trauma

that separated you
from your masculinity.

Can you recall any traumatic
event from your childhood

that you might have suppressed?

Not really.

I was a pretty average
Midwestern teen

with a love
for competitive a cappella

and a dad determined to beat
that love out of me.

- I mean...

...does that count as one?

He really died of heart attack

while beating you?

Yeah.

Can you think of anything worse?

No.

Uh, I guess now that we've
located the trauma,

we can fast-track you
to phase two,

where we shock it out of you.

Really?

- Does that work?
- Yes.

We can shock any inconvenient
trauma from your memory

for $1,100 an hour.

Well, money's no object.

I am Agent Crandall.

I've taken over
the former agent's caseload

due to the unpleasantness
surrounding her, um...

well, her.

I have been tasked with
putting this whole thing down

as quickly and quietly
as possible.

Well, that's why I'm here.

I am Maurice Monroe,
AKA Roland Madison,

and, uh, I'm here to confess.

I was behind Black Monday.

So you architected
an algorithm with black box,

Trojan horse firmware
that could backdoor

full kilobytes over baud while...

Yeah, bro, I'm a fucking nerd.

I always wear a Trojan
when I go backdoor.

Look, I'm behind
the Amerisavings thing.

I'm also behind
the TBD Ponzi scheme thing

and the jammer shit.

I'm behind all that shit.
It was all me.

So punish me.

I made a lot
of mistakes in my life.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I just, uh...

- You're still laughing.
- Oh, yeah, I just, um...

Twenty minutes ago, someone
confessed to Black Monday,

and they had a far, far, far
more credible story.

So I guess you will just
have to punish yourself.

Um, but I do appreciate

you stopping by so that
I can now inform you in person

that the terms of your immunity
deal have been fulfilled

and you are free to go,

and I can officially
flush this turd for good.

Wait a minute.
Who-who confessed?

For this heinous act
of financial terrorism,

I sentence you to life!

It'll be okay. We can appeal.

Looking like that!

I think the permanent damage
you've done to your follicles

is punishment enough.

- Congratulations, Wayne.
- Next case, please.

Thanks.

Motherfucker got off easy.

Ugh, men.

Uh, care to commiserate about
this miscarriage of justice

over a drink?

I have a fiancé.
I thought you knew.

Are you joking?

Six months, I've been
reading feminist books

and going to
Gloria Steinem talkbacks.

I dressed like Frida Kahlo
for Halloween.

Were you doing all that
to sleep with me?

Yes!

Fuck yes!

I-I thought you knew.

I know that you knew
that I didn't know shit!

Fuck women!

♪ Somber music ♪

I dig the braids.

Your prison bitch
do 'em for you?

- One of 'em.

You look good too.

Is that my jacket?

Yeah, one of 'em.

Listen, I don't want you
to worry, okay?

I'm not gonna rest until I get
you out of this fucking place.

Oh, God.

Mo-Mo, you still don't get it.

I don't need you
to fucking save me.

I don't need you at all.

♪ The Boomtown Rats' "I Don't
Like Mondays" playing ♪

- God damn it!

Fucking Roland or Maurice

or whoever the fuck
fucking honeypotted me,

and I know 'cause I fucking
honeypotted him!

- All power.
- To the people!

When something breaks in life,

you can't always
put it back together,

but you can use the pieces
to move forward.

♪ All the playing's stopped
in the playground now ♪

♪ She wants to play
with the toys awhile ♪

♪ And school's out early
and soon we'll be learning ♪

♪ And the lesson today
is how to die ♪

♪ And then
the bullhorn crackles ♪

♪ And the captain tackles ♪

♪ With the problems
and the hows and whys ♪

♪ And he can see no reasons ♪

♪ 'Cause there are no reasons ♪

♪ What reason do you need
to die, die ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, tell me why ♪

♪ I don't like Mondays ♪

♪ Tell me why ♪

♪ I don't like Mondays ♪

♪ Tell me why ♪

♪ I don't like, I don't like ♪

- ♪ Tell me why ♪
- ♪ I don't like Mondays ♪

- ♪ Tell me why ♪
- ♪ I don't like ♪

- ♪ I don't like ♪
- ♪ Tell me why ♪

- ♪ I don't like Mondays ♪
- ♪ Tell me why ♪

♪ I don't like Mondays ♪

♪ I wanna shoot ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oot ♪

♪ The whole day down ♪

Larry!

What, are you growing a tree?

♪ Dramatic music ♪

Larry!

Larry!

- Larry!

- Keith!

That tracks.

That tracks! That tracks!

That tracks!