The Consultant (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Mama - full transcript

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Sang can be conceited,
vain, narcissistic,

but he's not a bad person.

- Can I help you?
- Regus Patoff.

I am to consult with Mr. Sang
on all matters of business.

You'll find this illustrates
Mr. Sang's wishes.

- Who owns us?
- Sang's only living relative,

his mother, who lives in Busan
and speaks no English.

What do you do here?

I was Sang's creative liaison.

- Creative liaison?
- I gave myself a title bump.

You're saying this guy waltzed
in off the street one day



and got Sang to sign over
complete authority?

I don't buy it.

Do you smell that?
It's like putrid fruit.

Hello?

Elaine, it's Regus Patoff.

Mr. Pa... is everything okay?

It's 3:00 in the morning.

I was calling to ask
if you'd be available

to come into the office
a little earlier than normal.

Um, sure.

If it's urgent,
I can be there at 8:00.

That is disappointing.

I was hoping for something
more immediate.

Hello?



Elaine, it's Regus Patoff.

Yes, Mr. Patoff. We just spoke.

I was calling to ask if you
would be available

to come into the office
a little earlier than normal.

I can be there in 40 minutes.

My name is Elaine Hayman.

It's 3:23 on Tuesday morning,

and at the time
of this recording,

I'm driving to

the offices of CompWare
in downtown LA.

If something should happen to
me, and this message is pulled

off my cloud,
I hope it can shed some light

on what may have transpired.

As creative liaison for one
of the most successful

mobile games studios
in Los Angeles,

I expect hard work
and long hours.

I have always been willing to do

whatever it takes to succeed.

But I don't know where
this man came from.

I don't know how he rose
to this position.

And I don't know
what authority he carries.

In.

What took you so long?

I drove in from the Valley.

Can't you live closer?

I share an apartment
with two struggling actors.

It's pretty much all we can
afford.

4866 Magnolia.

You know where I live?

With Elijah and Daisy.

They're not quite actors.

What is that?

Is that about me?

That's your personnel file.

I came by it
in the records room.

We have a records room?

Of course.

Every company I ever consulted
at has a records room.

I just assumed everything
was on the server.

Sang promised
we were carbon-neutral.

You can learn so much
from these files.

For example, did you know
that the average age

of CompWare employees is 27?
You're 27.

That the average level

of education is
a bachelor's degree?

You have a bachelor's degree.

That the average salary
is $62,000?

Sadly, you earn
just a hair under.

You called me in at 3:00 a.m.

in my sweatpants to tell me
that I'm average?

Assorted churros.

Two cinnamon. Two matcha crunch.

Two, uh, dark chocolate
with pistachio.

Elaine?

What?

Cinnamon, matcha crunch

or dark chocolate
with pistachio?

I'm not much of
a breakfast person.

You have to drive a long way

to find churros
at 3:00 in the morning.

That'll be all, Dana.

Huh.

Sit.

Why am I here, Mr. Patoff?

A flight departed Seoul Airport
an hour and 20 minutes ago,

destined for Los Angeles.

There's a passenger on board

who is detrimental
to Mr. Sang's interests.

They must not complete
this journey.

You want me to turn a commercial
aircraft around mid-flight?

You're a natural
problem-solver, Elaine.

It says so in your file.

- It does?
- Mmm.

Who is this person
on this flight?

Ahn Si-Woo.

Sang's mother?
She's coming here?

She intends to dismember
and demolish

everything Mr. Sang created.

His dream.

His destiny.

He fucked his what?

His face.

His mouth.

Ugh.

His throat. I mean, not nicely.

Babe, if this is what
I think it is, you need

- to involve the authorities.
- No, no, no. We're going to.

We? Who else saw this?

Um, just me and Elaine.

- You guys hanging out again?
- No, we're not hanging out.

We're just stuck in the same
shitty, sink-y boat.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Okay. Well, I'll swing
by and get you after work,

and then you can help
with the shopping.

Good times ahead.

- Mm-hmm.
- Love you.

Have fun.

Oh, and babe,
if that bad man tries

to put something in your mouth,
you come and tell Mama.

What happened?

He's thrown the entire
development slate out.

Since when?

Since 5:30 this morning.

Are you...
He can't just shit-can

everything we've been
working on!

I heard Kerfuffle
got swallowed up.

Ninety-five more of us
looking for work.

Kerfuffle?

Oh, no. Fuck him.

Fuck him!

Where are you going?

I just spent the last ten weeks
mo-capping shitting cats.

Why? Because Sang paid me $5800
a month to do so.

I made my peace with that.
Now, face-fucker blows into town

and thinks he can throw that all
away like it's meaningless?

- I'm not gonna fucking put...
- Craig, take the day.

Think this through before
you do something that

- you might actually regret.
- Patti's earning.

Rent'll get paid.
I'm gonna take my chances.

- Ok, he's in a strange mood.
- He is a strange mood!

- Stand aside.
- Hey.

Sang's mother
is on her way from Seoul.

- What?
- Her flight lands any minute.

Well, why didn't you
tell me that?

Oh, my God.
I almost just quit my job.

I don't know what
her intentions are.

But you think
she's bringing lawyers?

- Well?
- Change of strategy.

Guys, huddle up.

Alright. Here's the play.
Keep our heads down,

make it look like we're busy,
'cause the new suit,

he's not gonna be around
much longer.

Shh.

Excuse me... Can you help me?

I'm sorry. I don't speak this.

You will need to select
your chosen language and...

Oh! Hold on one moment.

It's just going to show us
some advertisements first.

Sang-Woo... I am his mother...

Mrs. Ahn?

Sang-Woo. Sang-Woo.

Yes. You're in the right place.

Um, my name is Elaine Hayman.
I worked with your son.

Come and sit.

Rosie, can you get us
some water?

Uh-huh.

I'll take your bag.

Comrades!
Your attention, please.

Today, we have
a very special visitor,

Mama Sang,

whose beautiful son was
so violently, brutally slain

on this very soil.

On behalf of all Mr. Sang's
humble servants...

Let us take your pain away.

Speak.

Open your heart.

My son...

was a good boy.

Sang was a good boy.

He had love in his heart.

He loved us all.

But...

he was taken by the devil.

To honor his memory,
work harder.

Dana?

Do we know if Mama Sang has
an arrangement for tonight?

She walked in with her suitcase.

Nobody's told me anything.

Book her a suite at the Penrith.

That's where Sang treated
all of his visiting VIPs.

I think that's what he
would've wanted for his mother.

Okay. I'm confused.

Am I his assistant now
or is it still you?

You are.
I'm his creative liaison.

Remind me again, what is that?

How much pressure
do you think it would take

to break that glass?

- Upskirt gallery?
- Yeah.

You could stand
an elephant up there.

An elephant? Nah.

A couple of rhinos, maybe.

Two rhinos weigh
more than one elephant.

That doesn't sound right.

Hey. Do you want to get lunch?

Sorry. We're busy
pretending to be busy.

Ha. What do you know?
Elephants weigh 13,000 pounds.

- Rhinos top out at 7,000.
- Yeah. The glass is so strong,

an elephant could fuck a rhino
right above us.

- Wanna put money on that?
- No.

Actually, we're going to...

I'm gonna go to lunch first.

When does the cavalry arrive?

Maybe she hasn't retained
anyone yet.

It's only been two weeks.
She's still grieving.

Of course he speaks
fluent fucking Korean.

Why wouldn't he speak Korean?
He could be telling her anything

up there. What if he gets her
to sign something?

Why do you expect me to have
the answers?

- This could take months.
- If it does, we wait it out.

No. You saw what he did to Sang.

We can't work for this sick
son of a bitch, can we?

Apparently some of us can.

Six months with this job title
is all I need.

Sang can't write me a personal
reference. Patoff can.

Huh. Did you think you were
gonna impress the boss

with sweatpants and
the hair scrunchie?

- He called me in at 3:00 a.m...
- My God.

- ...to stop a 747 mid-flight.
- This motherfucker is so crazy.

- We have to do the right thing.
- Agreed. I just...

I'm too tired. I don't know.
What is the right thing?

- We give Mama Sang the tape.
- She doesn't need to see that.

Course she doesn't, but if it'll
speed up the removal process,

that's what we have to do.
What the fuck is he up to now?

Are you leaving, Mr. Patoff?

Well, Dana was
considerate enough

to book Mama Sang
a room at the Penrith.

I'm escorting her there now.

Uh, Mr. Patoff, Dana
wanted me to give you this.

It's the address to the hotel.

Would you like me
to arrange a car?

Mr. Sang would want me

to attend to his mother
personally.

I'll see that she's safely
checked into her hotel.

Okay.

This way, good lady.

Oh, her suitcase.

What would we do
without you, Elaine?

What's it called when somebody
fucks the son and the mother?

There's gotta be
a name for that.

Hey, Iain.

If I wanted to see my
personnel file, who do I ask?

Fill out a request on
the home site.

You'll receive it
by secure email.

No. I mean the paper copy.

I wanna see what's in
the records room.

The what?

The records room?

You don't know
about the records room?

I think we have a storeroom.

Whereabouts?

- What are you doing?
- Shh.

No, no, no. No, no, no! No.

If you don't give it
to Mama Sang, I will,

because I am not coming here
tomorrow if he's still here.

Fine. I'll do it.

Pinky promise?

Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hi. Checking in?

I'm visiting a guest.
It was booked under CompWare.

We have the reservation,

but no one's checked in
under that booking yet.

She's not here?

- Hey.
- I'm at the hotel,

but Mother Sang
hasn't checked in yet.

What? Wasn't he driving her?

Maybe he took her to dinner?

Maybe she's in the trunk of his
car, chopped up into filets.

- Oh, fuck. He's here.
- At your apartment?

No, the office. I'm still here.
He walked in.

- Is he alone?
- I don't know.

Yep, he's alone.

- Ask him where she is.
- You fucking ask him.

Fine. I will.

Okay. Bye.

It's rather late for you to be
telephoning me, Elaine.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's just that the staff
had a collection

and thought it would be
a nice gesture

to send Mother Sang some flowers
or maybe a platter of fruit.

We all loved Sang so much.

If you think it's appropriate.

What room or suite number
should I put on the delivery,

Mr. Patoff?

It was the Penrith you checked
her into, wasn't it?

No. Mother Sang
had other arrangements.

We can go ahead and cancel
the hotel.

Oh.

Where is she staying?

She didn't say.

But you dropped her off
somewhere?

With her suitcase?

Where were we now?

Yes. Do try and think.

I remember seeing these little
pedal boats that look like swans

and thinking how funny they are.

Dana, I need you to
call around all the hotels

in the MacArthur Park area

and find out if they've
checked in Ahn Si-Woo.

I'm in a bath, Elaine.

Yes, but you're holding a phone.

Excuse me.

Have you seen
a Korean lady, fifties,

pulling a big purple suitcase?

Sorry. No.

Excuse me?

I'm looking for
a middle-aged Korean woman

with a purple suitcase.

No.

Craig.

Mr. Patoff.

Still working.
That is commendable.

I'm just, uh,
waiting on a ride home.

And what is that?

This? This is not
really anything yet.

Uh-huh. Explain it to me.

Oh, okay.

Um, well, it's based on
the tensile strength of glass.

So, you see this blue line here?

I've linked this to the URL
of a glass load calculator.

The thicker the glass, the more
you can put on it. So...

An elephant, and that's okay.

And then, elephant and a rhino,
that's still okay.

Elephant, rhino, monkey.

Bad monkey.

Where do they go?

- They just fall to the bottom.
- What's at the bottom?

Could be anything.

Could be some metal spikes

or trampolines,

or, um, anything.

What do you want it
to be, Craig?

What do you want to find
when you stop falling?

I want to play.
When is it ready?

Um, I...

Maybe we should talk to
Elaine first.

- Elaine?
- She's your creative liaison.

This is sort of what she does,
so that you and I

- don't have to do this.
- Of course. Elaine.

Between the two of us,

I was beginning to wonder
what she does around here.

Good work.

Thanks, boss.

He wants to make it.

What?

In two years, Sang never took
a pitch I gave him.

Patoff shows up and
within a couple of days...

He killed Mama Sang!

Wait. What?

I don't know where she is.
Dana can't trace her. I...

Should I call the police?

No. And what? And say what?

That we lost a tourist?
I mean, come on.

Maybe she just needs a little
time to, you know, to grieve.

Goodnight, Craig.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

What? Are you pissed at me?

I'm too tired to be pissed
with you.

I ache.
I've had three hours of sleep.

All I've had to eat is
a hot tea and churros.

I can't see straight, and now,

I have to drive 40 minutes out
to the Valley!

Did you hear they shut the 101?

Oh, fuck my fucking life!

Yeah.
It's crawling over the canyon.

My carriage approaches.
Are you okay?

Always.

Okay. Well, try
and get some sleep,

'cause we got work tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Bye.