Severance (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The You You Are - full transcript
Still keeping the same quality as the first 3 episodes, although this one is a little slower paced and less interesting at times than the other 3. Still great though.
"All I can be is sorry,
and that is all I am."
But I'm afraid you
still don't mean it.
We'll try again in the morning.
See you tomorrow, Helly.
Fuck me.
I read it 300 times yesterday.
259. Again, please. Now.
What the hell is that voice?
"Forgive me for the harm
I have caused this world."
None may atone for
my actions but me.
"And only in me shall
their stain live on."
I really am sorry, okay?
I'm sorry.
No paraphrasing. Again.
- Mark?
- Yep?
It's past 1100, and Helly's been
in the break room since yesterday.
- Okay?
- I wonder if, as department chief,
you feel you should
check on her progress?
- Well…
- Mark doesn't have that power.
- Well, he can ask.
- He's not going to.
- He might.
- Okay...
Hi.
I'm so sorry to interrupt.
We met the other day. I'm
Burt from Optics and Design.
- Hi, Irving.
- Hi, Burt. What are you doing here?
Exactly how the wet
fuck do you know
- where this office is?
- Dylan!
My predecessor, Alice K., came here
once when they still did the summits,
- and she'd left directions.
- Give us them reversed.
Okay. It's all right.
What can we do for you, Burt?
Thank you. Well…
Irving, I kept thinking
about what you said
about being excited for
the new handbook totes,
and maybe you were
kidding and teasing.
No, not at all.
Okay, good. I've been fretting,
though, because you mentioned
the anticipation could
distract from your work,
which was the
opposite of my intent.
So I figured, heck, let's
bring them over now.
That way, it won't
be on your mind.
You brought pre-release
handbook totes for us?
It seemed like the right thing.
I know your time is valuable.
Okay, well, you can drop 'em on
the desk. Long hike back to O&D.
Right.
I also wanted to
extend an invitation.
Again, I know you...
you work hard, so…
If an informal tour of O&D
ever sounds refreshing,
I'd be happy to personally offer
that to Irving and any one of you.
Directions are in the
front bag, reversed.
Hard pass.
Okay.
Thank you, Burt.
Thank you.
Just seems soon to be
taking him up on his offer.
It's absurd we've never
visited them before now.
Kier's whole original vision
saw us all working together.
That was before O&D started
disemboweling people's bowels.
Nonsense. I'll be back by 1:00.
He's gonna die.
Irv...
How many times?
1,072.
What about the voice
behind the door?
Crying baby, you mean?
No. Like, the angry, mumbly guy.
Guys? We're really not supposed
to talk about the break room.
You know, the
important thing is,
you apologized correctly,
and now you're out.
What you gotta do
is trick the machine
by thinking about something
you're really sorry about,so
I like to imagine my outie's
love-made with a MILF or two,
which is obviously badass,
but I do pity the husbands.
Hey.
Break room sucks.
But that's why we have protocols and
procedures so we don't end up there.
You'll learn. I promise.
Hello?
Who's that?
Hi.
It's Irving B. From
Macrodata Refinement.
We met in the hall
the other day.
Burt's over there by shelf six.
Don't touch anything.
The big envelopes can
handle an appendix reissue.
But, of course, we ship all
the hallway pieces in-frame.
So much to remember.
Felicia and I make do.
I'm sure it's easier than whatever
you MDR kids get up to all day.
I can only imagine what it's
like when the new art comes in.
I mean, you see
it before anyone.
It's so dumb, but
I actually cried
when you guys put up The
Youthful Convalescence of Kier.
- No.
- I did.
I never thought I'd see the
handbook passage depicted visually.
It was only up for a month or
so, but, man. What a month.
Come here.
Once the hall art's been cycled
through all the departments,
it ends up back here.
Wow!
Where did Felicia go?
Supply run.
Voilà.
"Let not weakness
live in your veins.
Cherished workers,
drown it inside you."
"Rise up from your
deathbed and sally forth,
more perfect for the struggle."
Exactly.
I...
I can't believe you...
You have this.
I'm sorry. What time is it?
I have to go.
Hey, Helly.
- I got to 4%.
- Yes!
Feels good, right?
- I guess.
- Awesome. I'm glad you agree.
Great work.
What's this?
Will you put that away?
- Put what away?
- It's a map of the hallways.
No, it isn't.
I thought we weren't
supposed to make maps.
We're not. I didn't. It's
just something I found.
I think Petey made it.
Oh, shit. You didn't turn it in?
You're such a hypocrite,
lecturing me on
following the rules.
I wasn't lecturing you. I'm just trying
to keep you out of the break room.
I can't believe Petey was
a mapper. Let me see it.
He's got wellness, management,
perpetuity… Everywhere we know of.
This must've taken him weeks.
Why aren't we supposed
to map the office?
It's an Eagan rule. "Render
not my creation in miniature."
Why?
What the fuck is this?
They look like houses, right?
That's how houses look.
Yeah, exactly, because these
are random, bored doodles.
Well, maybe they're on the outside
and Petey found a way to get to them.
So why would they be on a
map of the severed floor?
It could be a thing.
You don't know.
It's not a thing.
Clearly he was trying
to tell you something.
No.
Go lick a boot, Mark.
You're more loyal to this
place than to your friend.
I'm loyal to how it felt around
here before you showed up.
You mean when Petey was here?
Yeah, because there was balance.
We could have fun and work without the
whole goddamn department imploding.
The work is bullshit.
The work is mysterious
and important.
And we deal with the
uncertainty it brings us
in the way that Kier
would've wanted.
Together, as a family.
I could not, with a
razor to my throat,
be less interested
in being your family.
Your best friend left this for
you, and you don't give a shit.
You're right. I
don't give a shit.
Mark...
There. It's gone. Thank you,
Helly. Now we can get back to work.
Mark!
It's an emergency.
Okay. All right...
I was going to get Mr. Milchick,
but I thought it best not to
break the chain of command.
It's just raining
contraband today.
- What do you mean?
- It doesn't matter.
Has anyone seen anything
like this before?
Passage 31, page 110.
"Be content in my words, and dally not in
the scholastic pursuits of lesser men."
No books except the
handbook. I know.
What are you doing?
His ego's pissed 'cause Helly
called him out for boot-licking.
- My ego's fine. I'm just trying to...
- Damn.
Mark, what is this?
Maybe it's another Petey message. Flip
through. See if my name's anywhere.
I bet it's a loyalty test.
Remember the spicy candy?
I'll be turning
this in to Milchick.
What? Why? It's booty. It's
booty with your name on it.
Excellent decision, Mark.
This is an idolatrous text that
should be brought to him immediately.
So what's their space
like? Stalactites and shit?
No, it's nice. Burt's fostered
a really welcoming environment.
He understands the
spirit of Lumon.
Helly?
Excuse me! Helly!
Jesus, Helly!
I want a camera!
- I am so sorry, Ms. Cobel. I will...
- What is happening here?
What's happening is, you're
going to give me a video camera
so I can tape a resignation
to my outie right fucking now,
or you're going to have to explain to
her why she's missing four fingers.
Okay. Let's just...
It's Cobel, right?
Yes.
Cobel, do I look like I'm
fucking around right now?
No. No, you do not.
Helly!
Hi, Mark. I'm just catching
up with your trainee.
Mr. Milchick,
could you get the
video camera, please?
Hey.
Well, boss. I guess this is the part
where I should tell you to go to hell.
Except you're already here.
I was never sorry.
Helly,
I watched your video
asking that I resign.
I also received and responded
to your previous request.
I assumed that would
resolve the issue,
but now Ms. Cobel says you
threatened to cut off your fingers?
I understand that you're unhappy
with the life that you've been given.
But you know what? Eventually,
we all have to accept reality.
So, here it is.
I am a person.
You are not.
I make the decisions.
You do not.
And if you ever do
anything to my fingers,
know that I will keep you alive
long enough to horribly regret that.
Your resignation
request is denied.
Turn it off.
"Welcome your child into a
world surrounded by nature."
No, thanks.
"Scroll down to explore our
rustic birthing cabins."
I don't know. It just...
It looks more like a shitty ski resort
than a birthing center to me, but…
Okay, sure, fine.
But it's gonna be awesome.
And you're gonna like it.
How much of this was
Ricken's idea, 300% or 400%?
Just...
Get all of your snark out now or you're
never gonna earn your uncle badge.
You know what? I think I might have
some more snark in me. I'm kinda tired.
- Call you tomorrow?
- Okay, bye.
Have you heard
from the Board yet?
No.
Kilmer wasn't your fault,
and it certainly wasn't mine.
They'll understand.
It wasn't your fault, Harmony.
If you want a hug, go to
hell and find your mother.
Jesus.
Since Petey reintegrated...
The Board's never
acknowledged reintegration.
We have to get his chip.
His corpse is scheduled to
be destroyed by cremation
following his funeral on Sunday.
FYI.
Vision.
Verve.
Wit.
Cheer.
Humility.
Benevolence.
Nimbleness.
Probity.
Wiles.
Wiles.
Mark.
Mrs. Selvig?
- What are you doing here?
- Wh...
I'm... You know, the news report
said that he worked at Lumon,
so I thought maybe I knew
him. What are you doing here?
He used to come by my shop.
He adored my hibiscus wrap.
Oh, my God. Wow,
it's a small world.
Poor, poor man.
Well, on the upside, at least
now we both have a date.
There he is.
If you'd like to go in
and pay your respects,
I'll wait right here for you.
I think I might swing by the
bathroom, but I'll see you in a sec.
- Service is starting soon.
- Yeah.
Whiskey. Rocks.
It's just wine, sir.
Right. Red, please.
Hello. Were you a friend?
He was my dad.
I'm so deeply sorry.
I suppose you were
close and everything.
White, please.
I'm sorry, I don't
know you. I'm Nina.
Mark Scout.
I'm Peter's ex-wife.
Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry.
You're from Lumon.
So you didn't even
know him at all.
- I just figured I knew him, and...
- Hey, Mom.
They wanna start.
Okay, baby.
Hi. You're... Are you June?
Yeah.
It's nice to meet you.
So you knew my dad?
Yeah.
At work.
You're one of those.
Do you ever think that maybe
the best way to deal with a
fucked-up situation in your life
isn't to just shut your
brain off half the time?
I'm not exactly sure.
I'm sorry.
We're gonna perform
something for you.
I'm glad you're here, babe.
We're gonna play a... We're gon...
We're gonna melt your face off.
- We're gonna rock to it.
- Gonna play some rock and roll.
Rock show time!
Say your prayers, little one.
Don't forget, my son.
To include everyone.
Tuck you in, warm within.
Keep you free from sin.
Till the sandman, he comes.
Sleep with one eye open.
Gripping your pillow tight.
Exit light.
Enter night.
Grain of sand.
We're off to never-never land.
Something's wrong,
shut the light.
Heavy thoughts tonight And
they aren't of Snow White.
Dreams of war, dreams of liars.
Dreams of dragon's fire.
And of things that will bite.
Sleep with one eye open.
Gripping your pillow tight.
Exit light.
Enter night.
Take my hand.
We're off to never-never land.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake.
And if I die before I wake.
I pray the Lord my soul to take
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Hush, little baby,
don't say a word.
And never mind that
noise you heard.
It's just the monster
under your bed.
- In your closet, in your head.
- In your head.
Exit light.
Enter night.
Grain of sand.
We're off to never-never land.
No!
No!
What... What if you went so fast
that smoke started coming out?
Out of your ears.
Mark, sweetheart, are you
all right? I'm so sorry.
- Yeah.
- I think I have this cystitis under...
This was a mistake.
I have to go.
- Okay, well, let me come with you.
- No, that's not necessary.
- No, I've paid my respects. Let's go.
- Let us pray.
Our Father, who art in heaven…
So, was the funeral
just too sad, or...
Something like that, yeah.
If you ever wanna talk...
Oh, no. Thank you.
I just... I'm fine.
But thank you for, you know,
being my funeral buddy today.
Good night.
Good night.
That's Petey?
That's Petey.
How did you...
Would you mind taking that
up to diagnostics for me?
Yes?
You requested me, Ms. Cobel?
Ms. Casey, I'd like you to run a
special wellness session with Mark S.
Mark S.?
What's the problem?
He just needs it. Trust me.
"Kier invites you to
drink of his water."
- Irving.
- Felicia said you'd be here.
Is it awful to say I
don't care for that one?
No.
Honestly, it makes
me nervous too.
Such a lovely vista,
but I keep thinking…
He could slip.
It was a thrill to have
someone from MDR come see us,
to take an interest
like you did, so…
If I embarrassed myself...
You didn't.
Unless, you did?
Are you embarrassed?
No.
Good.
I have four more stops.
Would MDR consider joining me?
MDR would.
You're crazy.
I wish I could nap.
I think I sleep 15
hours a night up there.
It's a character flaw.
It just means you're a
party guy, disco king.
I can't be falling asleep, Burt.
- Who cares?
- The handbook cares.
"No workplace shall be
repurposed for slumber."
I know the handbook, old man.
I'm more of a first edition guy.
The original word of Kier: "And I shall
whisper to ye dutiful through the ages."
In your noblest thoughts and
epiphanies shall be my voice.
You are my mouth,
and through ye,
I will whisper on
"when I am 10
centuries demised."
I don't understand.
He doesn't just speak to us through
the handbook or the paintings.
He finds other ways.
"You think you need your job."
But I've lived
abroad as a vagrant,
abstaining from my own money to
rely on the charity of strangers.
Most were beggars themselves,
yet they were happy.
And so, for that summer, was I.
Your job needs you,
"not the other way around."
Safe travels, MDR.
Thanks, O&D.
Mark?
I'm gonna go.
Do it.
I'm working up till the bell. I think
I may still crush this thing tonight.
I hope you do.
See you soon.
Knew it.
Sometimes I ask people to sculpt
how they feel out of clay.
Would you like to do that?
All right.
"'Destiny'. An acrostic poem
experience by the author, Ricken Hale."
"D is for dreaming,
the start of it all."
E is for energy…
Breaking down walls.
S is for stewardship,
of home and of earth.
T is for terror, which
gives us more worth.
I is for eyes,
which observe us with love.
Until N, meaning newness,
rains down from above.
And Y.
That's a question we
needn't now ponder.
"For destiny, friends,
shall deliver all yonder."
Hey. How are you?
Good.
Yeah? Seems like you're
getting the hang of stuff here.
Cool.
and that is all I am."
But I'm afraid you
still don't mean it.
We'll try again in the morning.
See you tomorrow, Helly.
Fuck me.
I read it 300 times yesterday.
259. Again, please. Now.
What the hell is that voice?
"Forgive me for the harm
I have caused this world."
None may atone for
my actions but me.
"And only in me shall
their stain live on."
I really am sorry, okay?
I'm sorry.
No paraphrasing. Again.
- Mark?
- Yep?
It's past 1100, and Helly's been
in the break room since yesterday.
- Okay?
- I wonder if, as department chief,
you feel you should
check on her progress?
- Well…
- Mark doesn't have that power.
- Well, he can ask.
- He's not going to.
- He might.
- Okay...
Hi.
I'm so sorry to interrupt.
We met the other day. I'm
Burt from Optics and Design.
- Hi, Irving.
- Hi, Burt. What are you doing here?
Exactly how the wet
fuck do you know
- where this office is?
- Dylan!
My predecessor, Alice K., came here
once when they still did the summits,
- and she'd left directions.
- Give us them reversed.
Okay. It's all right.
What can we do for you, Burt?
Thank you. Well…
Irving, I kept thinking
about what you said
about being excited for
the new handbook totes,
and maybe you were
kidding and teasing.
No, not at all.
Okay, good. I've been fretting,
though, because you mentioned
the anticipation could
distract from your work,
which was the
opposite of my intent.
So I figured, heck, let's
bring them over now.
That way, it won't
be on your mind.
You brought pre-release
handbook totes for us?
It seemed like the right thing.
I know your time is valuable.
Okay, well, you can drop 'em on
the desk. Long hike back to O&D.
Right.
I also wanted to
extend an invitation.
Again, I know you...
you work hard, so…
If an informal tour of O&D
ever sounds refreshing,
I'd be happy to personally offer
that to Irving and any one of you.
Directions are in the
front bag, reversed.
Hard pass.
Okay.
Thank you, Burt.
Thank you.
Just seems soon to be
taking him up on his offer.
It's absurd we've never
visited them before now.
Kier's whole original vision
saw us all working together.
That was before O&D started
disemboweling people's bowels.
Nonsense. I'll be back by 1:00.
He's gonna die.
Irv...
How many times?
1,072.
What about the voice
behind the door?
Crying baby, you mean?
No. Like, the angry, mumbly guy.
Guys? We're really not supposed
to talk about the break room.
You know, the
important thing is,
you apologized correctly,
and now you're out.
What you gotta do
is trick the machine
by thinking about something
you're really sorry about,so
I like to imagine my outie's
love-made with a MILF or two,
which is obviously badass,
but I do pity the husbands.
Hey.
Break room sucks.
But that's why we have protocols and
procedures so we don't end up there.
You'll learn. I promise.
Hello?
Who's that?
Hi.
It's Irving B. From
Macrodata Refinement.
We met in the hall
the other day.
Burt's over there by shelf six.
Don't touch anything.
The big envelopes can
handle an appendix reissue.
But, of course, we ship all
the hallway pieces in-frame.
So much to remember.
Felicia and I make do.
I'm sure it's easier than whatever
you MDR kids get up to all day.
I can only imagine what it's
like when the new art comes in.
I mean, you see
it before anyone.
It's so dumb, but
I actually cried
when you guys put up The
Youthful Convalescence of Kier.
- No.
- I did.
I never thought I'd see the
handbook passage depicted visually.
It was only up for a month or
so, but, man. What a month.
Come here.
Once the hall art's been cycled
through all the departments,
it ends up back here.
Wow!
Where did Felicia go?
Supply run.
Voilà.
"Let not weakness
live in your veins.
Cherished workers,
drown it inside you."
"Rise up from your
deathbed and sally forth,
more perfect for the struggle."
Exactly.
I...
I can't believe you...
You have this.
I'm sorry. What time is it?
I have to go.
Hey, Helly.
- I got to 4%.
- Yes!
Feels good, right?
- I guess.
- Awesome. I'm glad you agree.
Great work.
What's this?
Will you put that away?
- Put what away?
- It's a map of the hallways.
No, it isn't.
I thought we weren't
supposed to make maps.
We're not. I didn't. It's
just something I found.
I think Petey made it.
Oh, shit. You didn't turn it in?
You're such a hypocrite,
lecturing me on
following the rules.
I wasn't lecturing you. I'm just trying
to keep you out of the break room.
I can't believe Petey was
a mapper. Let me see it.
He's got wellness, management,
perpetuity… Everywhere we know of.
This must've taken him weeks.
Why aren't we supposed
to map the office?
It's an Eagan rule. "Render
not my creation in miniature."
Why?
What the fuck is this?
They look like houses, right?
That's how houses look.
Yeah, exactly, because these
are random, bored doodles.
Well, maybe they're on the outside
and Petey found a way to get to them.
So why would they be on a
map of the severed floor?
It could be a thing.
You don't know.
It's not a thing.
Clearly he was trying
to tell you something.
No.
Go lick a boot, Mark.
You're more loyal to this
place than to your friend.
I'm loyal to how it felt around
here before you showed up.
You mean when Petey was here?
Yeah, because there was balance.
We could have fun and work without the
whole goddamn department imploding.
The work is bullshit.
The work is mysterious
and important.
And we deal with the
uncertainty it brings us
in the way that Kier
would've wanted.
Together, as a family.
I could not, with a
razor to my throat,
be less interested
in being your family.
Your best friend left this for
you, and you don't give a shit.
You're right. I
don't give a shit.
Mark...
There. It's gone. Thank you,
Helly. Now we can get back to work.
Mark!
It's an emergency.
Okay. All right...
I was going to get Mr. Milchick,
but I thought it best not to
break the chain of command.
It's just raining
contraband today.
- What do you mean?
- It doesn't matter.
Has anyone seen anything
like this before?
Passage 31, page 110.
"Be content in my words, and dally not in
the scholastic pursuits of lesser men."
No books except the
handbook. I know.
What are you doing?
His ego's pissed 'cause Helly
called him out for boot-licking.
- My ego's fine. I'm just trying to...
- Damn.
Mark, what is this?
Maybe it's another Petey message. Flip
through. See if my name's anywhere.
I bet it's a loyalty test.
Remember the spicy candy?
I'll be turning
this in to Milchick.
What? Why? It's booty. It's
booty with your name on it.
Excellent decision, Mark.
This is an idolatrous text that
should be brought to him immediately.
So what's their space
like? Stalactites and shit?
No, it's nice. Burt's fostered
a really welcoming environment.
He understands the
spirit of Lumon.
Helly?
Excuse me! Helly!
Jesus, Helly!
I want a camera!
- I am so sorry, Ms. Cobel. I will...
- What is happening here?
What's happening is, you're
going to give me a video camera
so I can tape a resignation
to my outie right fucking now,
or you're going to have to explain to
her why she's missing four fingers.
Okay. Let's just...
It's Cobel, right?
Yes.
Cobel, do I look like I'm
fucking around right now?
No. No, you do not.
Helly!
Hi, Mark. I'm just catching
up with your trainee.
Mr. Milchick,
could you get the
video camera, please?
Hey.
Well, boss. I guess this is the part
where I should tell you to go to hell.
Except you're already here.
I was never sorry.
Helly,
I watched your video
asking that I resign.
I also received and responded
to your previous request.
I assumed that would
resolve the issue,
but now Ms. Cobel says you
threatened to cut off your fingers?
I understand that you're unhappy
with the life that you've been given.
But you know what? Eventually,
we all have to accept reality.
So, here it is.
I am a person.
You are not.
I make the decisions.
You do not.
And if you ever do
anything to my fingers,
know that I will keep you alive
long enough to horribly regret that.
Your resignation
request is denied.
Turn it off.
"Welcome your child into a
world surrounded by nature."
No, thanks.
"Scroll down to explore our
rustic birthing cabins."
I don't know. It just...
It looks more like a shitty ski resort
than a birthing center to me, but…
Okay, sure, fine.
But it's gonna be awesome.
And you're gonna like it.
How much of this was
Ricken's idea, 300% or 400%?
Just...
Get all of your snark out now or you're
never gonna earn your uncle badge.
You know what? I think I might have
some more snark in me. I'm kinda tired.
- Call you tomorrow?
- Okay, bye.
Have you heard
from the Board yet?
No.
Kilmer wasn't your fault,
and it certainly wasn't mine.
They'll understand.
It wasn't your fault, Harmony.
If you want a hug, go to
hell and find your mother.
Jesus.
Since Petey reintegrated...
The Board's never
acknowledged reintegration.
We have to get his chip.
His corpse is scheduled to
be destroyed by cremation
following his funeral on Sunday.
FYI.
Vision.
Verve.
Wit.
Cheer.
Humility.
Benevolence.
Nimbleness.
Probity.
Wiles.
Wiles.
Mark.
Mrs. Selvig?
- What are you doing here?
- Wh...
I'm... You know, the news report
said that he worked at Lumon,
so I thought maybe I knew
him. What are you doing here?
He used to come by my shop.
He adored my hibiscus wrap.
Oh, my God. Wow,
it's a small world.
Poor, poor man.
Well, on the upside, at least
now we both have a date.
There he is.
If you'd like to go in
and pay your respects,
I'll wait right here for you.
I think I might swing by the
bathroom, but I'll see you in a sec.
- Service is starting soon.
- Yeah.
Whiskey. Rocks.
It's just wine, sir.
Right. Red, please.
Hello. Were you a friend?
He was my dad.
I'm so deeply sorry.
I suppose you were
close and everything.
White, please.
I'm sorry, I don't
know you. I'm Nina.
Mark Scout.
I'm Peter's ex-wife.
Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry.
You're from Lumon.
So you didn't even
know him at all.
- I just figured I knew him, and...
- Hey, Mom.
They wanna start.
Okay, baby.
Hi. You're... Are you June?
Yeah.
It's nice to meet you.
So you knew my dad?
Yeah.
At work.
You're one of those.
Do you ever think that maybe
the best way to deal with a
fucked-up situation in your life
isn't to just shut your
brain off half the time?
I'm not exactly sure.
I'm sorry.
We're gonna perform
something for you.
I'm glad you're here, babe.
We're gonna play a... We're gon...
We're gonna melt your face off.
- We're gonna rock to it.
- Gonna play some rock and roll.
Rock show time!
Say your prayers, little one.
Don't forget, my son.
To include everyone.
Tuck you in, warm within.
Keep you free from sin.
Till the sandman, he comes.
Sleep with one eye open.
Gripping your pillow tight.
Exit light.
Enter night.
Grain of sand.
We're off to never-never land.
Something's wrong,
shut the light.
Heavy thoughts tonight And
they aren't of Snow White.
Dreams of war, dreams of liars.
Dreams of dragon's fire.
And of things that will bite.
Sleep with one eye open.
Gripping your pillow tight.
Exit light.
Enter night.
Take my hand.
We're off to never-never land.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake.
And if I die before I wake.
I pray the Lord my soul to take
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Hush, little baby,
don't say a word.
And never mind that
noise you heard.
It's just the monster
under your bed.
- In your closet, in your head.
- In your head.
Exit light.
Enter night.
Grain of sand.
We're off to never-never land.
No!
No!
What... What if you went so fast
that smoke started coming out?
Out of your ears.
Mark, sweetheart, are you
all right? I'm so sorry.
- Yeah.
- I think I have this cystitis under...
This was a mistake.
I have to go.
- Okay, well, let me come with you.
- No, that's not necessary.
- No, I've paid my respects. Let's go.
- Let us pray.
Our Father, who art in heaven…
So, was the funeral
just too sad, or...
Something like that, yeah.
If you ever wanna talk...
Oh, no. Thank you.
I just... I'm fine.
But thank you for, you know,
being my funeral buddy today.
Good night.
Good night.
That's Petey?
That's Petey.
How did you...
Would you mind taking that
up to diagnostics for me?
Yes?
You requested me, Ms. Cobel?
Ms. Casey, I'd like you to run a
special wellness session with Mark S.
Mark S.?
What's the problem?
He just needs it. Trust me.
"Kier invites you to
drink of his water."
- Irving.
- Felicia said you'd be here.
Is it awful to say I
don't care for that one?
No.
Honestly, it makes
me nervous too.
Such a lovely vista,
but I keep thinking…
He could slip.
It was a thrill to have
someone from MDR come see us,
to take an interest
like you did, so…
If I embarrassed myself...
You didn't.
Unless, you did?
Are you embarrassed?
No.
Good.
I have four more stops.
Would MDR consider joining me?
MDR would.
You're crazy.
I wish I could nap.
I think I sleep 15
hours a night up there.
It's a character flaw.
It just means you're a
party guy, disco king.
I can't be falling asleep, Burt.
- Who cares?
- The handbook cares.
"No workplace shall be
repurposed for slumber."
I know the handbook, old man.
I'm more of a first edition guy.
The original word of Kier: "And I shall
whisper to ye dutiful through the ages."
In your noblest thoughts and
epiphanies shall be my voice.
You are my mouth,
and through ye,
I will whisper on
"when I am 10
centuries demised."
I don't understand.
He doesn't just speak to us through
the handbook or the paintings.
He finds other ways.
"You think you need your job."
But I've lived
abroad as a vagrant,
abstaining from my own money to
rely on the charity of strangers.
Most were beggars themselves,
yet they were happy.
And so, for that summer, was I.
Your job needs you,
"not the other way around."
Safe travels, MDR.
Thanks, O&D.
Mark?
I'm gonna go.
Do it.
I'm working up till the bell. I think
I may still crush this thing tonight.
I hope you do.
See you soon.
Knew it.
Sometimes I ask people to sculpt
how they feel out of clay.
Would you like to do that?
All right.
"'Destiny'. An acrostic poem
experience by the author, Ricken Hale."
"D is for dreaming,
the start of it all."
E is for energy…
Breaking down walls.
S is for stewardship,
of home and of earth.
T is for terror, which
gives us more worth.
I is for eyes,
which observe us with love.
Until N, meaning newness,
rains down from above.
And Y.
That's a question we
needn't now ponder.
"For destiny, friends,
shall deliver all yonder."
Hey. How are you?
Good.
Yeah? Seems like you're
getting the hang of stuff here.
Cool.