01x07 - All the Dogs' Names

[bunniefuu]

Okay, the minute a scene
doesn't feel real,

readers are gonna check out.

So, you have to do
your research.

If any of you have read my book
Blade of the Glades, you...

I've never read
any of your books.

Thank you for interrupting
to let me know that.

Um, the story involves Rooster

chasing a one-legged assassin
through the swamp on a fan boat.

In order to write that scene,
I went to the Everglades

and I learned how
to pilot a fan boat.

How did you research
what it's like

to be disabled
for Victor, the assassin?

I kind of winged
that part of it.

- Oh.
- [Greg] In my defense,

Victor loses his leg
to an alligator,

and then on the very next page,

Rooster blows up Victor's boat.

So, he really
only lives the life

of a one-legged assassin

for 90 seconds, tops.

Okay, your first drafts are due

before Thanksgiving break,
so please get 'em in.

[students chattering]

Tommy, I'm really sorry
about the other night.

And if you wanna
talk about it...

Not ever.

Yeah, me neither.

But I still would like
to help you get your grades up.

Look, I have a rule.
If I see a dude over 50's p*nis,

I need at least a week
before we hang out.

Why would you have had
to make that a rule?

You know, I only wore these
so you wouldn't see me

scrunch my eyes
every time I look at you.

'Cause all I can see is a snake

slithering between
two Gatorade trees.

That is actually
a beautifully crafted sentence.

- Really? You f*cked my mom.
- Oh, nice.

- No. No thanks, Eva.
- Okay.

[Tommy sighs]

[Greg] He is still pretty upset
about the whole thing.

Yeah, he's big,
but he's a sensitive boy. Hmm.

It doesn't help
that his father left me

for his high school
math teacher.

Tommy's had to deal with a lot
of his favorite teachers

having sex with his parents.

- That can be really tricky.
- Yeah.

I don't want to do this.
[sighs]

What's going on?

Just, I mean,
you're leaving soon anyway.

I feel like we should end it.

I... Yeah, I understand.
I, uh...

Okay, good. So...

- Say goodbye. [chuckles]
- Um, okay.

- Okay, goodbye. [chuckles]
- Bye.

Bye. [chuckles]

- One more time.
- Okay.

- Mm. Mm.
- Bye.

[moaning]

- Okay.
- Alright.

- Right.
- Okay.

I've enjoyed our time together,
Greg Russo.

As have I, Cristle Butera.

[Cristle whimpers]

Ah! Professor Russo.

A moment of your time?

Um, I'm gonna meet you in there.

Will you get them ready to talk
about Jasper Johns, please?

- How?
- Just tell them

we're gonna talk about
Jasper Johns in a minute.

See, that is why
you're the teacher.

No.

Guys! Who's ready to hear
about "Japlis" Johns?!

Except not right now,
because we're not ready at all.

Gosh, she's quite the character.

Lily is amazing.

Oh, you should
put a baby in her.

- Ha!
- What do you want?

Actually, um...

Okay, so since you and I

- are no longer seeing each other carnally...
- Ew.

...I really just wanted you
to know that I'm hoping

that you still choose us.

I mean, the prospect of you

not being in my life is,
frankly, uh...

Well, it's unbearable.

- Thoughts?
- Suck my d*ck.

It's not a "no."
I can work with that.

I'm gonna come back here
every single morning

- till you make a decision.
- Mm-hmm.

And you take your time.
A hundred days, 1,000 days.

Doesn't matter to me.
I'll be here.

I'll walk 500 miles.
I'll walk 500 mo...

- Don't do that.
- [chuckles]

Oh, and I brought you
your favorite croissant.

[Katie clicks tongue]

- Did you get the jam I like?
- Bien sûr!

Uh, I have to dash, but, um,
I'll see you here tomorrow.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

- [scoffs]
- [chuckles] Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

[Dylan]
And you know the worst part?

I didn't even want
the Dean of Faculty gig

in the first place.

And now, I miss it.

I miss being heard, you know?

What are you babbling
about over there?

[laughing] I'm sorry.

I thought that would
make you laugh.

Look, I think you should stop
seeing this Dean thing

as something that you lost
and start seeing it as a gift,

that you actually know
what you want.

- Pretty shitty gift.
- [door rattling]

[Walt] Greg, why is there
a lock on our special door?

Well, Walt, there's a lock
on your door.

- I'm the president, Greg.
- He has a point.

- Oh, is Dylan here?
- What?

I couldn't see you before.
Hello.

- Hey. Okay, let me...
- I'd like to get in.

- As soon as possible.
- Okay, Walt.

- Hey! I have to unlock this.
- Greg?

Okay?
I need to close the door.

- Walt, let me do it!
- Well, get some

- espresso on it.
- Step back.

- [chain rattling]
- Here we go.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

- Uh-huh.
- What's up?

[sighs] Cristle has gotten
our hockey coach

into the same rehab facility

that her ex-husband
used to frequent.

While he's away,
I'd like you to fill in

as our head hockey coach.

Well, yeah, I'd love that.

Oh, terrific, perhaps you could
come by the hothouse later on

and we could discuss details.

Um, well, maybe not today.

- Maybe some other...
- [door thumps]

- Okay, then. Dylan?
- [Dylan] Huh?

Would you go on a coffee walk
with me in a few?

- Love to.
- See that?

That's how you say yes
to somebody.

Huh! Easy peasy.

Are you trying to poke the bear?

He barged in last week,

and I was sitting there
looking at my belly button,

and I couldn't explain why.

How about now?

Well, it's just something I do.

[laughing] Okay.

[lock softly clicking]

- [Walt] I can hear that, Greg.
- Okay.

♪ Oh, I, oh, I ♪

♪ I played the fool ♪

♪ I laugh at me,
I'm trying, trying ♪

♪ Falling sometimes,
sometimes flying ♪

♪ Cry me an ocean
of one-liners ♪

♪ Cruel, cruel, cruel ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Walt, please stop
anonymously submitting sonnets

to The Review.
They're all about Ireland

and Teddy Roosevelt,
I know it's you.

I'm not sure what
you're talking about,

but I do have exciting news.

Professor Enright
is going to retire

- at the end of the semester.
- Mm.

He wants to really focus on
hating his wife and his family.

So, I, uh...

I'd like to make you the Head
of the English Department.

- [chuckles] Wow.
- [laughing] I know.

[chuckles] I'm grateful.

But I want Dean of Faculty.

- Huh.
- I know you and Riggs

are old buddies,

but he is problematic
on a good day.

I'm a better fit for the school.

Greg made me realize
that I owe it to myself

- to say that to you.
- Well...

Greg strikes again.

Outstanding.

[JD] So, last week,
I was in class.

- And I was...
- Coming in hot.

- Oh, sh*t.
- Oh!

- f*ck yes, bacon!
- That's my sh*t, b*tch.

- Come on.
- Mm!

You're gonna love Sunny's dad.

My favorite thing
about him personally

- is how much he's gonna hate you.
- Ha, ha!

Well, you never know, Mo.
I might charm him.

What are you high on?

- [door bells jingle]
- Hi, sorry we're late.

Dad wanted to drive around
and look at the leaves dying.

They're so red!

Now, back in Appleton,
you get the one big rain.

Boom! It's stick season.

[laughing] Oh, Mo!
How's it hanging?

Better now that
you're here, Freddy!

- You're looking good.
- Ah, you know.

It is an honor
to finally meet you, sir.

- Get in here.
- Oh.

You're bringing a baby into my life.
God bless you.

Alright, alright!

This is not what I paid to see.

[Archie sighs, chuckles]

[sighs]

Oh, boy.

[items scraping]

How you doing?

I thought you'd fight for me.

What would you have done
if I had?

I'd turn you down.

Do you want me to go?

[sighs] Yeah.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

[scraping]

Cristle, I don't see
my daily schedule.

Is there a chance
that'll show up eventually?

[Cristle] No.

Fair enough.

- [♪ easygoing music playing]
- [students chattering]

[Archie] Oh, oh!

Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on.

- Oh, my croissant. Thank you.
- There you go.

There's some jam on the inside.

And I got you a cortado.

Oh.

Full disclosure, this was
for me, but they...

They didn't quite get
the foam right.

You know, this is
really the kinda thing

you should have done
when we were together.

But now I am.
This is how this works.

I bring you
a delicious breakfast treat,

I ask you if you've decided
to be with me or not,

you say you haven't quite
made your decision yet,

but still kind of flirty,

'cause you give me this...
this cute little smile.

Ooh, buffering.
It's buffering.

There it is.
[clapping] Okay.

Beautiful, it's like
classical music.

[Katie] You should go.

Okay. Well, I can't stay.

- I don't want you to.
- I know you want me to be here,

- but I can't, I can't stay, I've gotta go.
- [Katie] Go.

Okay, maybe it's a latte
tomorrow and less talking?

Tomorrow it is.

- [imitating engine revving]
- [e-bike whirring]

Oh, hey, Roscoe!

- You mangy mutt.
- [Fred chuckles]

- This dog is nothing but trouble.
- [chuckles] Oh!

I tell you, we have
wandered around so much,

I doubt that I can
find my way back

to my daughter Sunny's place.

- Who?
- Sunny.

You look familiar.

- I don't think I do.
- Oh.

Well, how do you know Roscoe?

I'm a good...

dog guy.

I like dogs.

I like to know all the dogs
on campus by name, if I can.

You know, try to learn 'em.

Back there, see, that's Fergus!

- [chuckles] Aww.
- And that's, uh, Lisa Ann.

She's a good girl.

Boy, Lisa Ann's got
a big set of ba*ls on her.

Yeah, she's very
self-conscious about that.

- Alright, well, have a good day.
- Yeah, yeah.

[e-bike whirring]

- Oh, hey, Greg.
- Oh, hey, Walt.

I didn't see you
lurking over there.

If you were looking for Cristle,
she decided to take

her Thanksgiving break
a... a bit early.

Oh, okay. Why?

Well, I asked her,
and she just said to ask Greg.

Oh, I had a cough last week.
Little cough.

And maybe she caught it
from being in the same room

that I had previously been in.

You know, funny story...

I didn't get my schedule
from her the other day,

and I subsequently missed

the head of the Board
of Trustees' birthday dinner.

Now, my five-year contract is up

at the end of this school year.

And I snubbed him.

That is bad timing.

Yeah, it sure was.

- But we persevere!
- Yes, we... Yes.

- Don't we? We persevere.
- Yes, we do.

Oh, say, Greg, quick question
before you shove off.

What are we, Greg?

What? Uh...

What is this?

What are we...
What are we doing?

- Am I supposed to come in?
- I don't know, Greg.

'Kay.

You know, it feels
like only yesterday

that you were right here
in my office

asking me to save
your daughter's job out of...

What was it?
Do you remember what it was?

I don't.

- Friendship.
- Ah.

[Walt]
Greg, ever since that day,

I have been making a list
of your transgressions

in my mind.
Would you like to hear them?

Not especially.

You broke Cristle.

You encouraged
Dylan to think big.

You lied about hockey.

You put a lock
on our special door.

You have not been back
in the hothouse since day one.

And you may or may not
be helping your ex-wife

to take my job.

Okay, I would like
to be accountable.

So, I will respond to those
in order.

I'm sorry.

Thinking big is not a bad thing.

Sorry. Sorry.
It's just too hot for me.

And the last one is crazy.

Fine.

- Great.
- Help me brainstorm

a couple of
birthday present ideas

to mitigate my absence?

I actually... I really have
to go through the galleys

of my new book, so...

You know what's curious?

The morning after my bar night,
I came into the office

and my sphinxes
were facing the wrong direction,

almost like someone
had removed them

and then put them back.

You don't know anything
about that, do you?

You know what makes
a great present?

[♪ upbeat music playing]

Whoo, this thing's great!

Keep in mind, the guy's 80.

Do you think this
will be okay for him?

Uh, I... I'd get him a helmet.

Maybe a bell.

- [e-bike whirring]
- Done. I need a favor from you.

Dylan seems to listen to you,

and I can't give her
that Dean of Faculty gig.

So, I need you to convince her

that being the head
of a department

is not a consolation prize.

Uh, yeah, I will if it comes up.

So, you want me
to make it come up?

Thank you.

Say, if I got one
of these bad boys...

- maybe, uh...
- [kickstand clicks]

Maybe you and I could go out
and do some riding.

Yeah, maybe.

You ruined it.

[students chattering]

My dad likes this place,
so be prepared

to eat every meal here
while he's in town.

Well, you'll hear
no complaints from me.

Fred, you have to consider me
a fellow creature of habit.

[chuckles] You should see me
with my cortados.

They have to be, uh, uh,
just the right temperature.

The froth has to be
just so, it's... [chuckles]

Uh, Bug, tell him
about my cortados.

[chuckles]

He likes his cortados.

[Archie] Oh.
[chuckles] Yeah.

I'm trying a little hard,
aren't I?

- [Fred] Yeah.
- Sorry.

Uh-huh, but I appreciate it.

[chuckles] What's with
the accent, by the way?

My dad doesn't think
accents are real.

Are you pumping that up for us?

Uh, no. King's English.
It's... yeah.

- [Sunny] Uh, sorry.
- [Fred] Hmm.

I gotta go to my morning seminar

and then the OB appointment.

Okay, darling. Alright.

- See ya.
- Yeah, see you later.

Whoa, whoa.

No one leaves without a smooch.

- Yes.
- [chuckles]

- Mwah. Love you.
- Bye. See ya.

Bye.

- Get my dad home.
- Oh, you bet.

Isn't she the best?

What's wrong with you?

You should be going
to that appointment.

- It... it's just a routine checkup.
- No, no, no.

Okay, Norah and I, we couldn't have
a kid on our own.

I would have k*lled
to go to a routine checkup.

This baby is a gift.

Give yourself over to it.

I promise,
it'll grab your heart.

Now, go catch her and tell her.

Yes, sir.

Oh, whoa, whoa.

No one leaves without a smooch.

- Okay.
- What are you do...

What are you doing?
Come on, I'm joking.

- It's a joke.
- Didn't know, I didn't know,

- but now I do, so that's good. Okay.
- [laughing]

I really put myself
out there with Walt,

and he still hasn't
given me an answer.

Total radio silence.

Ugh, f*ck that guy.

Hey, Zoey, are you still
looking for a cause

to sink your teeth into?

So badly.

I want something
important enough

to justify a new tattoo,
but it can't be a cult.

Oh, my God,
you guys have no idea

how many people
are doing cool things

just to get you
to join their cult.

I've been in three.

Okay, let's not get off track.

Um, Zoey, what about the fact
that there are not enough women

in positions of power
here at Ludlow?

- Hear, hear.
- Well, I love that,

but I don't know
if it would fit on a t-shirt.

Well, what about, uh,
"More women on top"?

- I'd wear that t-shirt.
- [Katie groans softly]

- Ew.
- What?

- Give him a second.
- [Greg] What are you...

- [chuckles]
- [Dylan] Almost.

- Oh, no, No, no, no.
- [Katie] Mm.

I would not wear that.

- I can't.
- That... That's gross.

That's not...
The position is not gross.

It's fun and not...

- We're not talking about it.
- Don't... it's... We got it.

Anyway, hey.
And speaking of powerful women,

I heard that you were offered

the Head of the English
Department.

- [Dylan] Mm-hmm.
- Pretty cool.

Did Walt tell you
to come and talk to me

to get me more psyched about it?

- [straw slurping]
- Mm-mm, mm-mm.

- Yes, he did. I'm sorry.
- Dude!

- Oh, Dad!
- [Greg] I know.

- Seriously?
- You are the supreme problem.

I know. I got roped into it.

- I'm sorry, I'm trying to...
- Come on!

- Why are you...
- I'm trying to run interference.

- I'm trying to help everybody out.
- This is not football.

- Whose team...
- [overlapping chatter]

Oh, okay, let's not
get hysterical, ladies.

Ooh...

- [groaning]
- Dad.

I know, as the words
came out of my mouth,

I felt a chill
running down my spine.

Walt means well.

He just can't offer you
the job that you want.

It's his decision.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I don't know, I never know.

- I don't know why I came over here.
- [phone dings]

Excuse me, sorry.

Oh, that's Walt.

- He wants to know how this is going.
- [Dylan] Oh.

All is forgiven
if you send him a pic

of what we look like right now.

- Can I make it a selfie?
- [Dylan] Sure.

Alright, here we go.

[camera clicking]

[phone buzzing]

Well, now.

That's going on
the transgression list.

[marker squeaking]

[light knocking]

Mr. Russo.

I didn't recognize you earlier
because of the helmet.

And my wife will never believe

that I got to meet
my favorite author

if I don't get you to sign this.

- Yes, of course. Sure, sure.
- Great. [chuckles]

Fred Salewski.

- Greg Russo.
- Hey.

Uh, just so you know,
my daughter clued me in

on our...
personal connection.

I don't know
all the dogs' names.

- [chuckles]
- Just kinda...

- That, I figured. Yeah.
- It was stupid.

Uh, so I'll just make
this out to the man

whose daughter is impregnated
by my daughter's husband.

Or Fred?

- Let's do Fred.
- [chuckles]

Women are underrepresented
on the Ludlow faculty by 6.27%,

and are most noticeably absent
from the higher levels,

holding only 28%
of administrative positions.

My girl's got
mad research skills.

[Zoey] President Mann,
I love Ludlow.

But we can do better,

and I'm gonna keep
pushing for that.

Speaking truth to power
is kinda my kink.

- He doesn't need to know that.
- Sorry.

Uh, thank you
for your time, sir.

Of course.
And please know that my door

is always open, especially when

my gatekeeper's out having
a nervous breakdown.

- Thank you so much. Hmm.
- Uh, thank you.

[Katie] She's so cool, right?

Also, she's really bright,
and...

has a nose ring.

I'm sorry, I'm just talking.
You make me nervous.

I'm glad.

Unfortunately,
I have other pressing issues.

Apparently, the school
mascot costume

has been stolen and is out
engaged in malfeasance.

Right, I actually think
I might have seen him

peeing in the fountain last night.
[chuckles nervously]

Well, thank you for not
telling anyone until now.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Also, uh, Dylan Shepard
should be Dean of Faculty.

I'm biased because I love her,
but everybody loves her.

So, seems like
kind of an easy call.

Okay, anyway. Peace out.

Sorry, I don't...
I didn't know how to leave.

♪

[Riggs] I've been in
the crosshairs before.

What is it you always say?

Leave it alone.
It'll blow over.

Riggsy, I did a deep dive
into your file.

- Yeah?
- You really told a student

that they couldn't
reschedule an exam

after their grandmother died
because...

it was "the natural order
of things"?

Ah, she was 88, and a fatty.

You told our new
Classics professor

that she was "top heavy
in a good way"?

You put me in a room
with ten women,

four of 'em take that
as a compliment.

Four's not enough.

These are not the times
that we came up in, pal.

A few years back, I felt
this place leaving me behind,

so I ran as fast
as I could to catch up.

Now, I don't always get there,
but I damn sure make the effort.

You? You don't even try.

Look!

Do I enjoy the occasional
off-color remark?

Yes. They're fun.

But blah, blah,
the world is changing.

I need to change with it.
Fine.

So, give me a chance.

[sighs]

You know,
lying in that hospital bed...

I realized I never want
to leave this place.

This school is my life.

Walt...

I'm your friend.

I have never asked you
for anything.

I'm asking you for this.

Don't cut me loose.

I'll even stop smoking inside,
if that helps.

It is the law.

[chuckles] Come on, you can't give someone
a wake-up call

and not give 'em
a chance to wake up.

Please.

I... I gotta go.
I'm late for class.

Alright.

[tires screeching]

[♪ mischievous music playing]

Oh, good.

He's got a truck.

Hmm.
Nope, that's not jelly.

That is actual blood.

[smacks lips] I'm bleeding.

- Okay, great.
- [e-bike whirring]

- [siren whooping]
- Oh!

[over PA speaker]
That's far enough right there.

You know, it is super ill*gal
to have two people

- riding that at the same time?
- [Greg] What?

Oh, my gosh,
when did you jump on?

I'm sorry, I had no idea
she was there.

Yeah, right.
Well, I heard that, uh,

you're the new head coach.

Temporary head coach.

Well, either the three of us

are taking a ride
down to the station...

Oh, I'm not going nowhere.

...or you give me
a written guarantee

that my son starts next week.

And instead of his last name
on the back of the jersey,

- it just says "The Man."
- I cannot do that.

But, you know,
DJ is a good player,

so he's gonna get
plenty of ice time.

Deal.

God, I love being a cop.

[Greg imitating engine]

- [Greg imitating tires screeching]
- [Dylan] Weird. Ugh.

- [phone buzzing]
- Oh. Message from Walt.

"Regarding
the Dean of Faculty position,

"I feel it would be most prudent
for me to entrust the Board

with this important decision
for the future of Ludlow."

- That sounds like a bit of a cop out.
- Yeah.

They'll probably keep Riggs.

You know, they don't love
to shake things up.

See ya.

[chair rattling]

Glad you came.

No, it's been great.
I learned a load

about prenatal vitamins,

and heart rate increases,
and mucus plugs.

Yeah, admittedly, that last one
did make my tumbly

feel a little bit rumbly,
but, um, no, it's great.

I do wish that your OB

wasn't quite so enamored
with puns, though.

- [whispering] I know, right?
- [knocking]

- [door opens]
- [Dr. Garcia] Okay.

Before you go,
do you want to see your baby?

We could do a quick ultrasound.

- Uh...
- Ooh!

- [Dr. Garcia] Okay.
- 'Kay. [sighs]

[Dr. Garcia]
Let's take a look.

[♪ gentle music playing]

Oh, my God, Bug,
look, he has my chin.

[chuckles softly]

[ultrasound whirring]

He's beautiful.

[both chuckle]

[whispering]
You're so beautiful.

[kiss smacking]

You two should really
get a "womb." [chuckles]

- Oh.
- Oh, s...

Alright, stop it.
Seriously, I'll switch doctors.

[insects chirring]

- [knocking]
- [Greg] Hey.

Well, look who's returned
to the hothouse.

Could you come out
to talk for a sec?

I'm in the middle
of a session, Greg.

- Door, door, door, door.
- Alright. Ugh.

Alright, well, it's fine.
I'm sweaty already.

- Hockey practice.
- Can we cut to the chase?

I know you're here
to talk about Dylan.

I don't want you to do anything
you're gonna regret.

And I don't want to suffer
a lecture from somebody

who's shown me nothing
but disrespect.

- Disrespect? When did I...
- You had sex on my desk.

I... Yes, I did, I did.

I disrespected you one time.

I disrespected you
and your desk, I'm sorry.

I'm a painfully
lonely man, Greg.

- [sighs]
- I met Riggs

the first week I started here.

We just clicked.

- [exhales sharply]
- I have a wife

who travels the planet
six months a year,

and I have an endless parade
of work acquaintances.

So, friends are in short supply.

And I know... I'm a lot.

- Yeah, you are.
- [laughing]

[laughing]
It's a... it's a lot.

Here I thought you were gonna
disagree with me on that one.

Look at you,
you're half-naked. Just...

I am not
as body confident as you.

Nobody is.

Here's the thing.

I had led myself to believe

that you and I

were going to be
thick as thieves.

Walt...

I can't tell you...

how or why anyone
ever connects with each other.

I mean, you can meet someone

and be overwhelmed
by their lack of boundaries.

- Yeah!
- I didn't necessarily mean you.

Sorry, I have to get outta here
before I pass out.

Okay.

The bottom line is this.

Dylan is your friend, too.

Whatever decision you make,
it has to be your choice.

[sighs]

[♪ "Eyes Without a Face"
by Billy Idol playing]

Hey, everybody's ready to go.

I'm gonna be in one minute.
Um, why don't you

get them talking about
Robert Rauschenberg?

And how his
personal relationship

with Jasper Johns
created a dialogue

that incorporated
modern media into art.

Yes, on it.

- Thank you.
- [Lily] So, dorks,

Rauschenberg.
He and Jasper J, guys,

they were shacking up.
What's up with that?

[laughing]

[softly] Not really.

♪ When I'm far from home ♪

♪ Don't call me
on the phone ♪

♪ To tell me you're alone ♪

- ♪ It's easy to deceive ♪
- [exhales sharply]

- ♪ It's easy to tease ♪
- Okay.

Pablo Neruda is most famous
for his love poems.

But, Nothing but Death

may be the saddest poem
ever written.

"There are cemeteries
that are lonely.

"Graves full of bones

- that do not make a sound."
- [knocking lightly]

I hate to interrupt the fun,
but, uh,

can I have a quick word
with you?

What's up?

The first thing I need from you
as my new Dean of Faculty

is a list of suggestions

for the new Chair
of the English Department.

Can you do that for me?

Of course.
On your desk tomorrow.

Onward.

[softly gasps]

Alright.

Where were we?

"The heart moving
through a tunnel.

"In it, darkness...

darkness, darkness."

♪ For loving what was you ♪

♪ Les yeux sans visage ♪

[door rattling]

[metal snaps]

[Walt] There we are.

But I will try to knock
from now on.

Seems fair.

Walt.

What are you doing right now?

[Walt] Oh-h*-h*!

We should set a time
to do this every day.

[Greg] Maybe.

[Walt]
What if we formed a g*ng?

The Ludlow Swingers.

[Greg] I don't know about that
as a g*ng name.

- Whoo! g*ng time.
- Oh, my God.

[♪ "Eyes Without a Face"
continues playing]

♪ When you hear the music,
you make a dip ♪

♪ Into someone else's pocket,
then make a slip ♪

♪ Steal a car
or go to Las Vegas ♪

♪ Ooh, gigolo pool ♪

♪ Hanging out
by the state line ♪

♪ Turning holy water
into wine ♪

♪ Drinking it down ♪

♪ Ooh, ow! ♪

♪ I'm on a bus
on a psychedelic trip ♪

♪ Reading m*rder books,
trying to stay hip ♪

♪ I'm thinking of you,
and you're out there ♪

♪ So, say your prayers ♪

♪ Say your prayers,
say your prayers ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

[laughter]

[child] Bye-bye.
[blows raspberries]