Hello Tomorrow! (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Hello Tomorrow! - full transcript

How much longer, Pa?

Should get there by
tonight, I reckon.

And then blast off
to our new life.

You sure I'll like it up there?

Well, they got everything you
like down here, only better.

That's what Jack said.

One-and-a-half baths.
Two sinks in the master.

His, hers, side by
side. Bing bang.

I'll talk to Jack today. Make
sure we're on the next launch.

You say "launch" again,
and I am a puddle.

- Launch.
- Uh-huh, and I'm a puddle.



I could share this
moment with you

by holding your hair
like in the baby book.

No, Herbie, this is my job.

You go do yours by
selling us up to the top.

It's time you know
something, Joe.

Well, maybe past time.

I couldn't be happier
to have you as my son.

"Have you"?

Be right there, Jack.

As a "sudorbinate" of the court.

I hold you, Joseph Shorter,

in contempt for sales in
violation of court order F6-B.

What is this? What's going on?

Compulsory Questioning Prompt C.



You're wanted for questioning.

Please proceed peacefully
to the questioning location.

Just our club's
little seasonal mixer,

but no shortage of sharp
money minds there, Jack.

Got 'em thinking Lunar
Residential is a great investment.

And I am not taking "No."

- Too bad we can't sell.
- So, see you and yours tonight.

All right, well, let's just
grab as many leads as we can.

We'll go back and sell them
when this legal thing clears.

Yeah, I'm still hounding
accounting on that.

So, how'd Joey take the news?

Telling him tonight. All
in the timing, right?

Well, turns out I got
something to tell you too.

So Ed's been saving up, and
he got himself a nice B-Plex.

I'm heading up there with him.

Wow.

Wow.

Shirley, that's incredible!

I had a hunch about you two.

I thought we hid it
better than that.

Hope we can squeeze
into the next launch.

Of course.

Of course. You two are
gonna love it up there.

You've been good to me, Jack.

Well, I can't pretend
I'll ever replace you.

Don't get all weepy yet.

Hey, when you get up there,

give those pinheads in
accounting hell for me, okay?

And let me know what HQ
looks like. I'm curious.

What?

- What?
- You've never been up there?

I told you that, Shirley.

My family there wasn't...

Don't rake me over the
coals about it again.

Right.

Anyway, thanks for riding HQ
for those forms that we needed.

I've been calling Jenkins
and getting nowhere.

Yeah, he's just been
allergic to the phone

ever since we hit that
snag with the county.

- Christ.
- What timing, huh?

Not like him.

No, it's…

just business. You
expect it to run smooth?

I don't get it, did
we do something wrong?

Clearly.

The extent is what we're
currently determining.

Deposition 1A.

Defendant Joseph Shorter,
junior sales associate.

Violation 546.L3,
Brightside "corportation."

How long am I gonna be here?

Statutory limits allow
16 hours detainment

in the interests of
rigor and thoroughness.

There's a great new
market for me to excel in

at the Country
Club mixer tonight.

That sounds fancy. I've
got the perfect dress.

I think it might just be
for salespeople, Bun Bun.

I'm your wife.

Anything for you, I'm included.
Automatic. Those are the rules.

Perfect.

And all the selling should go even
better than usual with Joey in jail.

Sadly.

I know. Try so hard to
see the good in people,

but what good is a person that lives a
double life as a deplorable criminal?

So, what did Jack say about it?

Nah, I think it's best
that he doesn't know.

And that way, Joey can face his
consequences alone and grow.

Even if that does mean

he misses this evening's
great opportunity.

I don't know, Herbie.

What if Jack being
angry with him,

maybe even taking away his job,

is exactly the consequence
Joey needs to face?

I just want you to take
the high road here, Herbie.

You're right.

You're my rock.

All three of you. My rocks.

From the desk...

Urgent.

From the desk of Stanley
Jenkins, Lunar HQ.

To Miss Shirley Stedman.

Ed, you ever wonder if the moon's
not all it's cracked up to be?

Well, most things aren't.

But also, if it's you and me, then
what's better than that, right?

Right?

This isn't about your
domestic past, is it?

Which you have repeatedly called
a lost cause, I might add.

No. I've made my
peace with that.

I was just talking
about up there.

Just thinking it out.

Talking and thinking, Shirley,
that's a lethal combination

when we've got a
future to embrace.

I'll embrace it
when we get there.

Miss Shirley Stedman,
please. Miss Shirley Stedman.

What? What is it?

'Cause if it's more talking and
thinking, I'm not sure I'm in the mood.

Sure.

Shirl. Shirley.

It's a new day for us!

Can't just dip a toe in and
get halfway pregnant, huh?

And you have no knowledge who
could provide necessary records

of "incorportation," taxpayer
IDs, or tabulated gross receipts.

I don't even know what
those are. All I do is sell.

They're figures, Mr. Shorter,

which "costitute" the
entity's legal standing.

Jack's gotta know
about all that.

He deals with HQ every day.

He's your direct superior?

Yeah. Jack Billings.
He's a great guy. Really.

Just talk to him. He'll clear
everything up, I'm sure.

That's not gonna get him in
trouble, me saying his name, right?

Look sharp, kid. Wheels up in
five. Your girl's waiting for ya.

Good evening, sir.

Joey! You with me here, Joe?

- We need to talk.
- Hey, you seen Joey? He's gonna be late.

He's a big boy,
Dad. He'll be there.

Heard anything from Jenkins?

Yes, I left word. Told him it was
urgent. We'll get it all sorted.

He sent me this.

Jack.

You'll be glad to know because the truth
is always best, no matter how difficult.

Joey has been taken by
the authorities, sadly.

Okay, I'll handle it. Yeah.

Probably nothing, right?

Right.

You guys just get to the
club. Warm up the room.

Whatever this is, it can wait.

Yeah, you just go
take care of Joey.

Okay.

I think I already told you that.

All right. We're done
here, Agent Costopoulos.

Come on, Joe. Let's
get you out of here.

That's great work, pal.

Crucifying an honest goddamn
salesman over paperwork.

What a big man.

Thanks, Jack.

What for? You're the one who
had to put up with all that.

- How long did he have you in there?
- All day.

I didn't honestly really know

- much of what he was asking about.
- That's all a bunch of nothing.

A couple of forms the geniuses
at HQ forgot to send in.

I let him have it.
They snapped right to.

- He try to scare you a little?
- Pulled that off pretty good.

Couldn't help but think what my mom
was gonna do if I got in trouble.

- It was awful, Jack.
- Hey, but you took it like a pro.

That's all that counts. Herb
would've chewed through his tie.

Yeah, don't worry. I won't make a habit
out of you bailing me out like this.

Not your fault.

Not any of ours.
Not for a minute.

There you go. Hey,
let's get over there.

Your suit's in the car, and your
girl's saving her first dance.

In a room full of pretty
deep pockets, right?

Having a good night,
folks? I know I am.

Excuse me.

- Bonsoir.
- Hey.

Hey. Glad you guys made it.

Thanks. Jack and Joey
will be here soon.

Call ran long with
some developers.

Sounds important. Cheers.

Cheers.

Easy sales tonight.
They're all rich and drunk.

Phil Montez.

I'm sure Jack warned you
that there would be dancing.

Who says you can't mix
business with pleasure?

Welcome, guests. Enjoy
the Autumnal Mixer.

I'm Herbert's plus-one.

He gets one, they told us.
We're married, and expecting.

- Enjoy your evening.
- Welcome, guests.

- Enjoy the Autumnal Mixer.
- How are ya?

With apologies.

Our club's dress code prohibits
suiting with embellished trim.

And while there's no mandate against,
we actively discourage wide lapels.

But that's discriminatory
versus good taste, isn't it?

It's tradition.

Look, my girlfriend's in there with
the fucking cardigan brigade, okay?

She needs me. All right! Okay.

Welcome, guests. Enjoy
the Autumnal Mixer.

So you just let him go?

Management was able to provide
copies of "revelant" documentation,

rendering the
"oringinating" case closed.

- Show me. Maybe we can use it.
- But that's county property, Mrs. Mayburn.

Which I'm "oglibated" by
protocol to destroy promptly.

What fucking good is protocol
if it doesn't help anybody?

This system is the "culnimation" of
thousands of years of human history.

Generations of civil servants
dedicating their time and labor.

It's bigger than you
or me, Mrs. Mayburn.

And it's better that way.

Please.

I know you wanna
help. And you can.

Your contract
guarantees a refund.

God, not if I walked
out on everything.

Halfway burned down the house…

I hope it was properly insured.

I'm so...

Take the refund.

Wow.

That's a warm room.

I bet I could close three.

You think you can top that?

Well, you know, back in the war

I never backed down
from a challenge.

Oh, hey.

Well, go take her for a spin.

Let the world know
you're a wanted man.

Thanks again, Jack.

You count on it.

What a night. How's
everyone doing?

Hi.

Oh, my God. That
was fast, Shirley.

Goddamn it.

Well, you're gonna
love your new A-Plex.

I'm sure I will.

- Hey, sweetheart.
- Yes?

Who is that over there?

That tramp slept her way
into Norm Selwyn's fortune,

May he rest in peace.

This is her goddamn club now,

and mostly her town.

But good Lord, I'd kill
to have her figure.

Herbie, this is where we belong.

There's Joey.

He rehabilitated pretty quickly.

Well, every crisis
is an open door.

Let me lead.

Don't be shy, folks.

May we cut in?

I did a summer of
ballroom with my mother,

so my hand placements are
gonna be totally by the book.

Cheers, folks.

Hey, future corrupt
politicians of America.

Who wants 50 for their
jacket and tie, huh?

Look, I'm losing my girl to some
balding snob in loafers in there.

Seventy-five.
Seventy-five bucks, huh?

This was my
confirmation suit, man.

All right, how about five
to swig the bottle. Please?

Just have some, I
feel bad for you.

Thank you.

You're a great dancer, Joey.

And such a good sport.

Thanks.

Why?

Most people would blame Jack.

But you're not mad at all.

Blame Jack for what?

Excuse me, pal.

- I've been looking for her.
- Of course.

Hey, we're clear to
sell. Joey's fine.

- Back on track.
- Nothing's on track, Jack.

We shouldn't be here.

And this thing
with Jenkins is...

Don't make it the end
of the world, Shirl.

I'll call him tomorrow.
We'll work it out.

- It's gonna be absolutely fine.
- You got no idea.

Look.

I mean, I thought it was odd.

Day off yesterday.
Being told not to close.

Your legal situation?

So, I made a few calls.

You'd be amazed what you can find
out with a little stick-to-it.

What do you think he means?

That you might have some
trouble coming your way,

and I'm supposed to ship him every
piece of company paperwork I've got?

Jesus.

- I guess he's got it in for me, but...
- What for?

And why does it seem like
he's covering something up?

I figured Jack told you all about
the court order halting sales.

I mean, he's your boss, right?

No, he didn't.

Well, I'm sure he wanted
to, and it slipped his mind.

Too bad you had to
do all the suffering.

And he never even explained why.

All I did was tell him
about the tax guy, and I...

Let me talk to him.

If you go over my head like that,
I'll be taking shit for weeks.

You're not gonna be working here in
weeks if we don't figure this out.

And since he's been ducking all your calls
and writing these shady letters to me,

I say let me handle it.

Okay. You're right.

I guess you better call him.

That's his lunar-link
there. Thank you.

Mr. Billings.

- Jack.
- Jack.

A plain, honest name.

Trustworthy.

Must be useful in
your line of work.

Well, some things
are more important.

I bet you have those too.

You dance?

Sometimes.

You ever consider going
up there yourself?

I don't do long flights.

Especially when I'm not sure
what's at the other end.

But those are the best kind.

You know, seeing
people want something

the way all these cows
want what you have,

I get this…

itch.

Scratch it with an A-Plex.

Our finest.

I don't buy one of anything.

I'd better see if I
can count higher then.

Hey, Jack?

Would you excuse me a moment?

Well, it was nearly fun, Jack.

- What's wrong, Joe?
- Why can't you just tell me the truth?

What are you talking about?

We weren't allowed
to sell, right?

Yeah, and then you just came in,
pretended to save the day. Jack!

I got you out of there, didn't
I? Hey. Look, all right,

if this was a big deal, it'd
be a bigger deal, all right?

It was a big deal to me.

Are you sure that's
the number, hon?

Yeah. It's right here. Try
again, it's an emergency.

Hold on, let me
check on something.

Sorry, sweetie. That
line's been disconnected.

What? When?

Looks like just this morning.

And it's not even a
lunar exchange, hon.

Are you sure about all of that?

You poor thing. Did he try to
tell you he was up on the moon?

It's cold outside, so let's all
feel the heat of the cha-cha-cha.

Cha-cha-cha!

- No, I'm just looking for Jack.
- And here you found me.

Oh, geez, Shirley.
What are you doing?

Hey!

- Oh, God.
- Come on. Go on.

Hey, it's really great
to see you again.

Jack and Joey are on the outs.

Could be the beginning of a
spiral for him. Like a breakdown.

Which happens with salesmen.

Especially without family
to support and inspire them.

Speaking of inspiration…

Wow. I'm sorry. Let me
do the state capitals.

We're on a sinking ship, Jack.

Jenkins was never on the moon.

What?

That number you gave
me was rerouted.

- From where?
- To the goddamn Earth, Jack.

And now he's gone, split and
cut the line. Who does that?

- I don't know, but...
- Where'd you meet him?

Come on, Shirl,
life is too short.

- Where'd you meet him?
- I met him at some diner in SpringVille,

and he damn near saved my
life giving me this chance.

What do you think? That
he's skimming off our sales?

No. I think he picked you

to make him a fortune and
get stuck holding the bag.

I mean, all I ever saw was a local
office with a girl out front, but…

There's nothing up there, Jack.

That's why launches
keep getting pushed.

- No, That's not...
- He played you.

And you didn't know
it, but you played me.

And we played
everyone we ever sold.

God.

You got one hell of
a mind on you, Shirl.

Shir...

Excuse me, Shirley
Louise Stedman.

I love you. I don't care
who knows it. I love you.

And you make my whole stupid
mess of a life worth it.

And I am going to give you
the... I'm giving her the moon!

I'm... Shirley, I'm yours.
Just forever and... Shit.

- Come on, kid.
- Come on.

- Get off the stage.
- You get off of me.

- Come here.
- Come on, this guy!

Hey!

Herbie!

Your meal is ready. Bon appétit.

My dinner's burnt.

Hey, lady. No reason to get
upset. I'll get you a refund easy.

A refund?

Yeah.

I don't want a fucking refund,

I want the casserole
that I paid for!

Jesus.

My whole life, I bought it all.

All the bullshit,
everything I didn't need.

For my house, my hair,
my waste of a marriage.

And you know what?

The truth is…

it's all fucking lies.

You push a button,
and what comes out?

A plate of charred shit.

"Makes whites whiter."

Lies!

"Help yourself to
some happiness."

Lies!

Be an obedient
fucking housewife,

and your scumbag husband
won't cheat on you

with some stupid, tramp typist!

Lie, lie, lie, lie!

Lady, enough! Please!

I don't want a fucking refund.

I want the truth.

Or I will burn this whole
place to the ground.

Shred.

It's the rules, Crystal.

And our job to follow them.

We know what happens
when we don't.

I'm sorry.

I promised you I'd do better.

But she needs help.

Picked a rough week
to give my notice.

Well, it's good we figured it out
before you and Ed got too far along.

Yeah. I'll deal with that
once he sleeps it off.

Hey.

I get it.

If you need out now,
I'll find a way.

No. We'll find the way.

We better.

Or we're pretty
bad fucking people.

We'll find a way.

You and me.

We're here.

This ain't it.

Can't be.

Unless we got the date wrong.

Fuck.

Get the hell gone or get shot.

We're here for the
launch, mister.

What launch?

Who said there was a launch?

Jack. Jack Billings?

We're headed for the moon.

Son of a…