Severance (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - What's for Dinner? - full transcript
The team prepares a plan. Mark attends Devon and Ricken's party.
All right, Radar. Okay,
come on. Let's go.
- Going good?
- Yep.
Yeah?
- Think you'll have it by...
- I'll get there.
- She's not gonna make it, is she?
- You should be at your desks.
We've both been done a
week. What is there to do?
- Is she gonna make it?
- She's gonna make it.
Mark.
Yes?
- Don't laugh.
- At?
I just wonder if it might be
helpful for us to stand behind her
and perhaps chant her name.
Okay. She'll make it.
Just let her focus.
How's she doing?
Gonna be down to the wire.
She'll make it.
Let's prep for
when she makes it.
And I want to schedule
a end-of-the-quarter
wellness session for Mark…
One last time.
Really?
Seth.
I know that this has
been a trying quarter,
and you have availed
yourself well.
Mr. Graner sits with Kier now,
and I imagine they're both
very satisfied with you.
Hey.
Did you…
I think I did.
- She do it?
- She did it!
Fuck and yes.
Oh, my goodness.
I knew you could do it, Helly R.
Even in your darkest moments,
I could see you arriving here.
In refining your macrodata file, you have
brought glory to this company and to me.
Kier Eagan.
I... I love you.
But now I must away, for there are
others who need me around the world.
Goodbye, Helly
R., and thank you.
Boom! That's quota. We did it.
Good work.
So it's on now?
Oh, Mark. I don't
know how you knew
for the end of the quarter
I wanted a heart attack.
Well, we made it, despite
a staffing shake-up.
Yes, and spending half of your
time farting around the halls.
Still, yes. You made it.
Have you decided who you want
to stay for the waffle party?
I was thinking Dylan.
You know you can choose
yourself or anyone but Dylan.
Yeah, but it's more his thing,
and he really worked hard.
Well, I'll make
the arrangements.
- Great.
- But before you celebrate,
I'd like you to
drop by wellness.
Really?
Yes. I'm having all department
heads do it end-of-quarter.
With all of this stress and
Mr. Graner retiring and everything.
Of course.
Mark, all sarcasm aside…
Yeah.
Thank you.
I...
Lumon needed this.
Mark.
Ms. Casey.
Where'd the tree go?
You can have a seat.
Why's everything in boxes?
Evidently Lumon's been blessed
with a new wellness director.
So I'll be retiring at the conclusion
of this session, and the room is...
What? Wait.
When did they tell you?
Just now. Just a moment ago.
Mark S.,
you have successfully led your
department, Macrodata Refinement,
to meet their quarterly quota,
and are thus eligible for this
special, augmented wellness session.
I didn't think you'd get fired.
"Your outie is kind."
Your outie has brightened
people's days by merely smiling.
Your outie makes time
for people, even when...
Hey, let me talk to somebody.
I really liked being in the
office with you all that day.
I know I vexed you.
I know I'm… strange.
No, you're not strange.
My life has been 107 hours long.
Most of that has been
these half-hour sessions.
For me, my favorite
time was the eight hours
I spent in your
department watching Helly.
It's the longest
I've ever been awake.
I suppose it's what you
could call my good old days.
There must be
something we can do.
Why do you care
what happens to me?
Because we're people,
not parts of people.
Even with what little they
gave us, these are our lives.
No one gets to
just turn you off.
You're nice, Mark.
"Your outie is kind."
Your outie can set up a
tent in under three minutes.
Your outie knows a beautiful
rock from a plain one.
Your outie likes giving...
You know it's good, right?
That they don't
remember each other?
It means the chips work.
It's a win.
Take her back down
to the testing floor, please.
Do you know if I'm
happy up there?
Of course.
You do all sorts of
wonderful things.
- Could I just...
- I'm sorry.
I just have so much to do today.
On you go.
- Mark.
- Where were you?
They gave me a wellness check.
Okay. You're all set
for the waffle party.
How's Ms. Casey?
I mean, I'm over her, but
I still wanna be friends.
- They fired her.
- What?
Yeah. She just found out.
Well, can we help her? Is
there anything we can do?
I don't know.
Is everyone sure
they wanna do this?
Any Macrodats ready to party?
Yeah.
Dylan G.'s waffle party will
commence at close of day.
In the meantime,
I've ordered the pre-waffle party
egg bar social for everyone.
Yes! Pay dirt! Yeah!
All of you deserve this
for reaching quota.
But before we begin…
A very special gift for
a very special Dylan.
Our three-time R of the Q!
A man whose mind is as
sharp as his incisors.
Right, bud?
Open it.
Yeah, I bet you'd like that,
fuckers. But my prize, my eyes, so…
Maybe you should
show them, Dylan.
Show them what you requested.
Yeah, show us, man.
Fine.
Okay, yeah. Let's switch
up the vibe in here.
Good?
Jesus, this is actually good.
Yeah, the egg bar
is coveted as fuck.
Look at this thing over here.
Looking good.
I should be the
one to stay behind.
Nope.
Don't you wanna
see your kid again?
What we're doing tonight
is just the first step.
Are you sure?
Helly R. Attempted
suicide three weeks ago.
Yes, she did.
How could you not tell us?
Did Milchick give you those?
Answer the question.
Am I speaking with the Board?
We also know that you've
been spending time
at the home of Mark
Scout's sister.
Right.
It has been decided that you be suspended
from your position, effective immediately.
You are fired.
Go...
Oh, fuck off, Natalie!
Is the Board even there?
Yes.
I'm sorry. That was rude.
I can explain everything to
the Board tonight, please.
The Board has
concluded the call.
"Endow in each swing of your ax
or swipe of your pen the
sum of your affections,
that through me
they may be purified
and returned.
No higher purpose may
be found than this.
"Nor any… higher love."
I figured it out.
The goats lay the eggs.
Oh, my God. You got it!
You scared about tonight?
Yeah.
I'm scared of getting caught.
They left us unattended, and
thought we'd be too dumb to notice.
They won't see this coming.
Or we won't wake up.
Or we're all assholes out there.
Well, that's a given for me.
You know, I just hope it turns
out I have things I care about.
Like, for real.
You pretended to care
about me pretty well.
You're easy to
pretend to care about.
Thank you.
As are you.
Thanks.
Okay, Refiners!
I need to see about a management
issue, and this party is over.
I'll leave the food.
Thank you, Mr. Milchick.
Dylan, I'll be back to escort
you to perpetuity shortly.
Key card.
On you go then.
Okay, look, you don't mess
with any other departments.
- It's just us three.
- I know.
The machine's designed
to be operated by two...
Two people. I'll be fine.
Can I have the stuff, please?
Now, look, it's likely we'll
all wake up around people.
Could be driving or skiing,
whatever we do up there.
So be ready for anything
as you go up the elevator.
Okay?
The important thing is you find
someone it seems you can trust,
and you tell them everything.
And we don't know how long
Dylan will be able to give us,
so we can't get distracted
digging into our lives.
Right. The mission
is the priority.
I probably should've
told you guys…
But I kept this.
And there was a
part of it that...
Well…
"Our job… is to taste free air."
Your so-called boss may own the
clock that taunts you from the wall.
- But, my..."
- "But, my friends, the hour is yours."
Page 197 slaps.
Okay, kids.
Let's find out
what's for dinner.
You think we're about
to meet our spouses?
Maybe.
Maybe it's each other.
That'd be a hoot.
Yeah.
Yeah, like, mid-argument
over car wash coupons.
"Honey, you're
cutting them wrong!"
- Okay.
- All right.
In case we don't come back.
Or, I don't know, in case we do?
Right.
Good luck out there, boss.
"Type. Trackball. Type. Flip.
Trackball. Enter. Shift. Enter."
Okay.
Are you ready, Dylan G.?
Dylan G.?
I'll be out in a minute!
"Select, flip…."
Enjoy.
Fuck her goddamn soul
forever into hell!
Filth and fucking fire
until she fucking dies!
Fuck her and her
fucking fake smile!
Oh, God.
Fuck her goddamn soul!
No.
Why?
Mark.
Hi, Mrs. Selvig.
Sorry to just pop over…
Yes? What is it?
Well, I'm headed to
Devon and Ricken's.
- They have that party tonight.
- And?
Well, Devon asked me to double-check,
see if you're interested in coming.
I am sorry, Mark. I'm just... I'm not
feeling quite myself this evening.
Oh, no. I get it.
I mean, it's not
a funeral. So...
You know, maybe I
could drive my own car.
Yes!
And that way I could leave if
I'm uncomfortable or afraid.
Sure, yeah. That sounds great.
Hey.
Did you miss me?
- The elusive Mark.
- Never thought of myself as elusive.
Welcome. Welcome.
Okay. The reading
starts in eight minutes.
Mark, you've got your
copy to follow along, yes?
I... You know, I think
I left it by my bed.
Shoot. Really?
- Okay, shoot!
- Indeed. Yeah, I'm sorry.
And it's a 15-minute drive back,
so you could still catch...
You know what? It's fine.
- Unless you want to.
- Well…
My friends.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Baby's first party for Daddy.
Look, she's so drunk.
So there is so
much food in there.
Rebeck! She may be willing
to share her copy with you.
But I should ask her directly,
or she might be offended.
- Excuse me.
- Okay.
- He is on it.
- I know.
- Sister and brother.
- Alone at last.
Gross. Hey, do you
wanna give me your coat?
This is nice.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You're a good wife and mother and stuff.
- Thanks.
Oh, yeah. All glory unto Devon.
Yeah, all glory, and screw you.
- Hey, we should talk later.
- Yeah?
Yeah. I've been pondering a
decently-sized life change.
Uh-oh.
Well, I gotta float around and
host, but thank you for being here.
- Yeah, of course. Yeah.
- Come here.
Watch for leakies, Mark.
Hi, Mrs. Selvig.
But, Mark,
I am sorry I was
so terse before.
Oh, no, no, no.
I just had a bad
day at the shop.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
But it's... Glad you're here now.
Yeah.
Work's just work, right?
Yes.
Okay.
Okay, "Trackball, track... Flip
timing switch. Type in. Trackball."
Okay, so this is...
Where's... Where's MDR?
Shift.
Manage.
Confirm. Okay.
That's...
"Function." Boom.
Okay. Helly R.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Mark.
All right. Irving.
Fuck.
Okay, "flip."
Irving, Helly, Mark.
Well, anyway, I
should probabl...
- I don't mean to be nosy, but…
- No, no.
…I heard you say to Devon
something about a life change?
Well, I was gonna have a talk
with her about my job actually.
At Lumon?
Yeah.
I was gonna tell her that
I'm thinking I might quit.
Quit?
"Beehive."
"Lullaby, open house, overtime."
Yes.
Are you serious?
Yeah. I just...
This severance thing, it…
Not sure I need it anymore.
Okay.
"Now find… A."
Great.
Do it.
Shit.
Come on.
Get away from them, Mark.
Come here.
come on. Let's go.
- Going good?
- Yep.
Yeah?
- Think you'll have it by...
- I'll get there.
- She's not gonna make it, is she?
- You should be at your desks.
We've both been done a
week. What is there to do?
- Is she gonna make it?
- She's gonna make it.
Mark.
Yes?
- Don't laugh.
- At?
I just wonder if it might be
helpful for us to stand behind her
and perhaps chant her name.
Okay. She'll make it.
Just let her focus.
How's she doing?
Gonna be down to the wire.
She'll make it.
Let's prep for
when she makes it.
And I want to schedule
a end-of-the-quarter
wellness session for Mark…
One last time.
Really?
Seth.
I know that this has
been a trying quarter,
and you have availed
yourself well.
Mr. Graner sits with Kier now,
and I imagine they're both
very satisfied with you.
Hey.
Did you…
I think I did.
- She do it?
- She did it!
Fuck and yes.
Oh, my goodness.
I knew you could do it, Helly R.
Even in your darkest moments,
I could see you arriving here.
In refining your macrodata file, you have
brought glory to this company and to me.
Kier Eagan.
I... I love you.
But now I must away, for there are
others who need me around the world.
Goodbye, Helly
R., and thank you.
Boom! That's quota. We did it.
Good work.
So it's on now?
Oh, Mark. I don't
know how you knew
for the end of the quarter
I wanted a heart attack.
Well, we made it, despite
a staffing shake-up.
Yes, and spending half of your
time farting around the halls.
Still, yes. You made it.
Have you decided who you want
to stay for the waffle party?
I was thinking Dylan.
You know you can choose
yourself or anyone but Dylan.
Yeah, but it's more his thing,
and he really worked hard.
Well, I'll make
the arrangements.
- Great.
- But before you celebrate,
I'd like you to
drop by wellness.
Really?
Yes. I'm having all department
heads do it end-of-quarter.
With all of this stress and
Mr. Graner retiring and everything.
Of course.
Mark, all sarcasm aside…
Yeah.
Thank you.
I...
Lumon needed this.
Mark.
Ms. Casey.
Where'd the tree go?
You can have a seat.
Why's everything in boxes?
Evidently Lumon's been blessed
with a new wellness director.
So I'll be retiring at the conclusion
of this session, and the room is...
What? Wait.
When did they tell you?
Just now. Just a moment ago.
Mark S.,
you have successfully led your
department, Macrodata Refinement,
to meet their quarterly quota,
and are thus eligible for this
special, augmented wellness session.
I didn't think you'd get fired.
"Your outie is kind."
Your outie has brightened
people's days by merely smiling.
Your outie makes time
for people, even when...
Hey, let me talk to somebody.
I really liked being in the
office with you all that day.
I know I vexed you.
I know I'm… strange.
No, you're not strange.
My life has been 107 hours long.
Most of that has been
these half-hour sessions.
For me, my favorite
time was the eight hours
I spent in your
department watching Helly.
It's the longest
I've ever been awake.
I suppose it's what you
could call my good old days.
There must be
something we can do.
Why do you care
what happens to me?
Because we're people,
not parts of people.
Even with what little they
gave us, these are our lives.
No one gets to
just turn you off.
You're nice, Mark.
"Your outie is kind."
Your outie can set up a
tent in under three minutes.
Your outie knows a beautiful
rock from a plain one.
Your outie likes giving...
You know it's good, right?
That they don't
remember each other?
It means the chips work.
It's a win.
Take her back down
to the testing floor, please.
Do you know if I'm
happy up there?
Of course.
You do all sorts of
wonderful things.
- Could I just...
- I'm sorry.
I just have so much to do today.
On you go.
- Mark.
- Where were you?
They gave me a wellness check.
Okay. You're all set
for the waffle party.
How's Ms. Casey?
I mean, I'm over her, but
I still wanna be friends.
- They fired her.
- What?
Yeah. She just found out.
Well, can we help her? Is
there anything we can do?
I don't know.
Is everyone sure
they wanna do this?
Any Macrodats ready to party?
Yeah.
Dylan G.'s waffle party will
commence at close of day.
In the meantime,
I've ordered the pre-waffle party
egg bar social for everyone.
Yes! Pay dirt! Yeah!
All of you deserve this
for reaching quota.
But before we begin…
A very special gift for
a very special Dylan.
Our three-time R of the Q!
A man whose mind is as
sharp as his incisors.
Right, bud?
Open it.
Yeah, I bet you'd like that,
fuckers. But my prize, my eyes, so…
Maybe you should
show them, Dylan.
Show them what you requested.
Yeah, show us, man.
Fine.
Okay, yeah. Let's switch
up the vibe in here.
Good?
Jesus, this is actually good.
Yeah, the egg bar
is coveted as fuck.
Look at this thing over here.
Looking good.
I should be the
one to stay behind.
Nope.
Don't you wanna
see your kid again?
What we're doing tonight
is just the first step.
Are you sure?
Helly R. Attempted
suicide three weeks ago.
Yes, she did.
How could you not tell us?
Did Milchick give you those?
Answer the question.
Am I speaking with the Board?
We also know that you've
been spending time
at the home of Mark
Scout's sister.
Right.
It has been decided that you be suspended
from your position, effective immediately.
You are fired.
Go...
Oh, fuck off, Natalie!
Is the Board even there?
Yes.
I'm sorry. That was rude.
I can explain everything to
the Board tonight, please.
The Board has
concluded the call.
"Endow in each swing of your ax
or swipe of your pen the
sum of your affections,
that through me
they may be purified
and returned.
No higher purpose may
be found than this.
"Nor any… higher love."
I figured it out.
The goats lay the eggs.
Oh, my God. You got it!
You scared about tonight?
Yeah.
I'm scared of getting caught.
They left us unattended, and
thought we'd be too dumb to notice.
They won't see this coming.
Or we won't wake up.
Or we're all assholes out there.
Well, that's a given for me.
You know, I just hope it turns
out I have things I care about.
Like, for real.
You pretended to care
about me pretty well.
You're easy to
pretend to care about.
Thank you.
As are you.
Thanks.
Okay, Refiners!
I need to see about a management
issue, and this party is over.
I'll leave the food.
Thank you, Mr. Milchick.
Dylan, I'll be back to escort
you to perpetuity shortly.
Key card.
On you go then.
Okay, look, you don't mess
with any other departments.
- It's just us three.
- I know.
The machine's designed
to be operated by two...
Two people. I'll be fine.
Can I have the stuff, please?
Now, look, it's likely we'll
all wake up around people.
Could be driving or skiing,
whatever we do up there.
So be ready for anything
as you go up the elevator.
Okay?
The important thing is you find
someone it seems you can trust,
and you tell them everything.
And we don't know how long
Dylan will be able to give us,
so we can't get distracted
digging into our lives.
Right. The mission
is the priority.
I probably should've
told you guys…
But I kept this.
And there was a
part of it that...
Well…
"Our job… is to taste free air."
Your so-called boss may own the
clock that taunts you from the wall.
- But, my..."
- "But, my friends, the hour is yours."
Page 197 slaps.
Okay, kids.
Let's find out
what's for dinner.
You think we're about
to meet our spouses?
Maybe.
Maybe it's each other.
That'd be a hoot.
Yeah.
Yeah, like, mid-argument
over car wash coupons.
"Honey, you're
cutting them wrong!"
- Okay.
- All right.
In case we don't come back.
Or, I don't know, in case we do?
Right.
Good luck out there, boss.
"Type. Trackball. Type. Flip.
Trackball. Enter. Shift. Enter."
Okay.
Are you ready, Dylan G.?
Dylan G.?
I'll be out in a minute!
"Select, flip…."
Enjoy.
Fuck her goddamn soul
forever into hell!
Filth and fucking fire
until she fucking dies!
Fuck her and her
fucking fake smile!
Oh, God.
Fuck her goddamn soul!
No.
Why?
Mark.
Hi, Mrs. Selvig.
Sorry to just pop over…
Yes? What is it?
Well, I'm headed to
Devon and Ricken's.
- They have that party tonight.
- And?
Well, Devon asked me to double-check,
see if you're interested in coming.
I am sorry, Mark. I'm just... I'm not
feeling quite myself this evening.
Oh, no. I get it.
I mean, it's not
a funeral. So...
You know, maybe I
could drive my own car.
Yes!
And that way I could leave if
I'm uncomfortable or afraid.
Sure, yeah. That sounds great.
Hey.
Did you miss me?
- The elusive Mark.
- Never thought of myself as elusive.
Welcome. Welcome.
Okay. The reading
starts in eight minutes.
Mark, you've got your
copy to follow along, yes?
I... You know, I think
I left it by my bed.
Shoot. Really?
- Okay, shoot!
- Indeed. Yeah, I'm sorry.
And it's a 15-minute drive back,
so you could still catch...
You know what? It's fine.
- Unless you want to.
- Well…
My friends.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Baby's first party for Daddy.
Look, she's so drunk.
So there is so
much food in there.
Rebeck! She may be willing
to share her copy with you.
But I should ask her directly,
or she might be offended.
- Excuse me.
- Okay.
- He is on it.
- I know.
- Sister and brother.
- Alone at last.
Gross. Hey, do you
wanna give me your coat?
This is nice.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You're a good wife and mother and stuff.
- Thanks.
Oh, yeah. All glory unto Devon.
Yeah, all glory, and screw you.
- Hey, we should talk later.
- Yeah?
Yeah. I've been pondering a
decently-sized life change.
Uh-oh.
Well, I gotta float around and
host, but thank you for being here.
- Yeah, of course. Yeah.
- Come here.
Watch for leakies, Mark.
Hi, Mrs. Selvig.
But, Mark,
I am sorry I was
so terse before.
Oh, no, no, no.
I just had a bad
day at the shop.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
But it's... Glad you're here now.
Yeah.
Work's just work, right?
Yes.
Okay.
Okay, "Trackball, track... Flip
timing switch. Type in. Trackball."
Okay, so this is...
Where's... Where's MDR?
Shift.
Manage.
Confirm. Okay.
That's...
"Function." Boom.
Okay. Helly R.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Mark.
All right. Irving.
Fuck.
Okay, "flip."
Irving, Helly, Mark.
Well, anyway, I
should probabl...
- I don't mean to be nosy, but…
- No, no.
…I heard you say to Devon
something about a life change?
Well, I was gonna have a talk
with her about my job actually.
At Lumon?
Yeah.
I was gonna tell her that
I'm thinking I might quit.
Quit?
"Beehive."
"Lullaby, open house, overtime."
Yes.
Are you serious?
Yeah. I just...
This severance thing, it…
Not sure I need it anymore.
Okay.
"Now find… A."
Great.
Do it.
Shit.
Come on.
Get away from them, Mark.
Come here.