01x04 - Sang

[bunniefuu]

[g*n FIRING]

Unfortunately, Mr. Sang

cannot be with us today.

You'll find this illustrates

Mr. Sang's wishes.

So, you're saying this

guy just waltzed in

off the street one day

and got Sang to sign over

complete authority? I don't buy it.

[PATOFF] My friend

Milani has been struggling

with substance abuse for many years.

[GASPS]

[CRAIG] What's happening to me?

[PATOFF] You're having

a panic attack, Craig.

We work for a sociopath.

- You lied to me.

- [PATOFF] I had to know

- if we truly can be friends.

- [CRAIG] And?

[PATOFF] Let's just say I won't

be relying on you in a crisis.

Frank Florez. If you want

to know what he's made of,

find Frank Florez.

♪

Hi.

Mr. Sang-woo, please.

- Do you have an appointment?

- I do not.

So, Sang has this policy

where he can't see anybody

without an appointment.

Mr. Sang-woo, please.

Like I was saying,

I could schedule you an appointment.

I'll wait until he becomes available.

[ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING]

♪

Sir? Hi. Yeah. He said he

can give you 10 minutes.

[SANG-WOO] Yes, yes.

[IN KOREAN] Good afternoon,

Mr. Sang. My name is

[SANG-WOO] English. I

speak perfect English.

[PATOFF] My name is Regus Patoff,

and I've travelled a very long way

to offer you a gift.

You can leave it with my

assistant on your way out.

Unfortunately, this gift won't arrive

until after you're dead.

What good is it to me if I'm dead?

What if I told you that this

is the gift of immortality?

Hey! Why didn't you call

me back this weekend?

I left you, like, 10 messages.

I had to change my phone number,

my bank account, my passwords,

and my security questions.

Are you smoking an actual cigarette?

- Can you give me a puff?

- He has files on us.

They're locked away in

this tiny little room.

He knows the names of my parents.

He knows the name of the

gym that I hardly ever go to.

He knows everything.

[BEEPING]

Delivery for Mr. Sang Woo.

I'm sorry.

Every time I hear his name,

I picture his little face.

Okay. Hilltech Corp.

Do you remember them?

- Artificial limbs in Moscow.

- Yeah.

I did a deep dive into

their business this weekend.

I ran comparisons on how they were doing

before and after Patoff's arrival.

They had an annual

turnover of 26 million.

Now, it's up to more than 50 million.

He almost doubled their

output in six months.

Maybe he's just

really good at his job.

Okay. So, for shits and giggles,

I start doing research

into amputations in Russia.

- This was your weekend?

- Well, I gotta attend

a Catholic mass tonight,

so there's balance.

As a nation, they're averaging

around 150,000 amputations a year.

Suddenly, our friend Patoff

joins the arm and leg business.

Now, they're up to

290,000 amputations a year.

He almost doubles it. I mean,

what, suddenly there's

there's twice as many farmers

falling under the plough?

- It makes no sense!

- Numbers spike.

We have to take underlying

factors into consideration.

w*r. Land mines.

There's disease.

All right. Look at this picture.

This is Milani Morozov. She

works closely with this guy,

Viktor Kulzer.

Who signed the same contract as Sang.

Right. Three months after

this picture was taken,

Kulzer [CLICKING] Dead.

- She's pretty.

- Still is,

but she's had a few upgrades.

New arm. New leg. New jaw.

Wait. So, you're telling me

that he convinced her to

amputate half of her body?

Yeah, for the betterment

of Mr. Kulzer's interests.

I'm a busy man, so let's

cut through the bullshit.

What are you selling?

I can assure you that I'm

not a salesman, Mr. Sang.

I'm offering you my

services as a consultant.

I don't need a consultant.

Look around you, Grandpa.

I'm doing great.

On the contrary, Mr. Sang.

I have taken the liberty

of reviewing CompWare's

accounts and ledgers.

You can only continue to pay your staff

for another four months.

Who the f*ck are you?

Regus Patoff.

I thought I made that

clear in our introduction.

Feel free to make a note

this time in your hand device.

You over-reward your staff

and undervalue your product.

People take advantage of

your age, race, and naiveté.

The banks won't lend you another dime.

When your investors learn

about this dire state of affairs,

they'll replace you

with someone competent.

Now, as uncomfortable

as these facts are,

you know them all to be true.

- Nobody talks to me like this.

- Three nights ago,

you stood on your 19th-floor

downtown balcony in tears

and wanted to jump.

My question to you, Mr. Sang, is this:

What stopped you?

How do you know that?

The only thing that kept

you on that ledge is the fear

of delegitimizing your own legacy,

of not being remembered.

I can see that you're upset, Mr. Sang.

I'll step out for a moment,

let you can gather yourself.

No. Stay.

- I work as hard as I can.

- And the problems compound.

I just need to come up

with the perfect game.

But your prayers go unanswered.

Engage my services, Mr. Sang,

and your concerns will cease to be.

When can you start?

Unfortunately, not

until after you're gone.

Gone?

Oh, did I not make that part clear?

Forgive me. You're my third

client meeting of the day,

and, uh, sometimes, conversations blur.

My contract begins when your life ends.

I'm good.

He locked himself in

there and won't come out.

Patoff ever tell you about

Frank Florez? Could be with a Z.

- Could be an S.

- Doesn't ring a bell.

The Russian doll was talking

about him and said that

if I wanna know about Patoff,

I gotta find Frank Florez.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Because there's 32

with Z and 1,100 with S,

according to How Many of Me.

I'm trying to narrow it down,

but there's nothing online

about a Frank Florez

amputee, either spelling.

You never told me how

Friday night drinks ended.

Ugh. Let's just say

that he went out of his way

to show me who the boss was.

How does Patti feel about that?

I didn't really tell her everything.

- How come?

- If she knows what I'm doing,

she's gonna think I'm

doing it to avoid work.

- Are you?

- No! This guy

he's not who he pretends to be.

[PATOFF] Denise DeLilo!

Denise DeLilo!

One of you must be Denise DeLilo!

Very well.

Why does that name sound familiar?

[KNOCKING]

In.

- Mr. Patoff?

- Yeah.

You were looking for Denise?

DeLilo. I have her right here.

$5,256.70 every month,

and her output is quite literally zero.

Perhaps she's a ghost?

Denise has been on long-term

sickness since January.

And Mr. Sang continued to pay her?

If he wants to avoid a

discrimination suit, yes.

What's wrong with her?

Stress.

Daisy Hoyte.

Allergies.

Dylan Garrety?

Undisclosed mental health issue.

I do not wish to speak ill of the dead,

but Mr. Sang did not have

a good head for business.

I think Sang saw himself

more on the creative end

of the spectrum, and he was only 20.

The situation is more

dire than I anticipated.

Unless we act now to reduce costs,

we will not survive another six weeks.

Six weeks?

If we cut everything back to

the bone, perhaps two months.

Hey. Hey. What do you think weighs more,

three hyenas or one male adult gorilla?

How long before this is ready to launch?

Ugh. There's no one out there

that can market this correctly.

- And if there was?

- Mm three months?

Well, you might want to

work weekends, hotshot.

We got six weeks.

Then none of us are getting paid.

What? Patoff told you that we

have six weeks until shutdown?

- Just now.

- I don't believe a word

that comes out of

that c*cksucker's face.

Don't you see? This is another test.

Hey, Raul. What do we got

that's closest to Upskirt Jungle?

It's basically Catchy

Cubey but not in space.

And how long would it

take to reskin that old,

forgotten piece of sh*t?

It's mostly graphics.

If we get art on it,

we could probably have

a mock-up by tomorrow.

Let's aim for tonight.

You think you're gonna

save CompWare with that?

Interesting fact:

Three hyenas weigh the same

as one male adult gorilla.

Oh, my God.

I won a bid for a ping-pong table.

They said it had to be cash.

[PATOFF] You have life

insurance, do you not?

Of course I do.

How is this any different?

In the event of your untimely death,

what provisions have you

made to secure your legacy?

- None.

- Well, then now is the time.

Under my guidance, Mr. Sang,

people will idolize you.

One day, they'll kneel before you.

I should run this by my team.

Your team is the reason why

you are in this predicament.

When did Ahn Sang Woo

stop listening to himself?

No one tells me what to

do, that includes you.

You have accomplished so

much in your short life.

Think how much you can achieve in death.

[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

[CHIMING]

Craig.

- He changed the locks.

- What?

In the records room.

I just looked to see if he

had a file on Frank Florez.

You still have his key?

I got it copied and

put the original back

in his drawer Saturday morning.

What has Nancy f*cking Drew

learned from this experience?

That he knows somebody's

been down there.

Number one, yes. Number two,

he's f*cking with you just like

- he did to me on Friday.

- What happened between you two?

I told you. I had too much to drink,

- and I went home.

- Okay. If I took him

to a hot yoga class and

then grabbed coffee after,

- wouldn't you be curious?

- [SIGHS]

He tried to get me to do something

that I didn't want to do.

Nothing sexual. Nothing like that.

Just, like really f*cked up.

- Did you do it?

- What?

The thing he asked you to do.

No.

Good for you.

Thanks.

[KEYS CLACKING]

- [KNOCKING]

- In!

Mr. Patoff?

Is it important?

It could be half a million dollars.

I don't know if this is

a company asset or not,

but last year, Sang invested in a yacht.

- It sunk.

- Yes.

He didn't know that

when he wrote the check.

I don't know if it's salvageable,

but we could possibly

get something for it.

Mr. Sang was impulsive.

Impulsive people are easily fooled.

Are you impulsive, Elaine?

I'll have to get back to

you on that, Mr. Patoff.

- Raul, we done yet?

- Yeah, it's there.

It's buggy-as-f*ck, though.

You sure you really wanna share this?

Trust me. It's good enough, baby.

[KNOCKING]

In!

Mr. Patoff, um, is it a good time?

Time will soon run out for us all.

Yeah.

Um I heard that we

were in a bit of a spot.

I might have something that can help.

Another sunken ship?

Uh, the game that you

liked, Upskirt Jungle.

I think if we put all

of our resources into it,

we can launch by the end-of-the-month.

We might make some quick

revenue if we market it right.

- So soon?

- We did a mock-up for you.

It's a reskin, but the bones are good.

You know what? I can just put

it on your phone if you want.

Then you can look at it anytime.

You can look at it in the bath,

You can look at it on the can.

All you need is a local

server and the go button.

I really enjoyed our

drink on Friday, Craig.

Thank you for inviting me.

Any time.

I hope the theatrics of

our little intervention

- didn't unnerve you.

- Oh. Me? No, no.

I just had a few too

many on an empty stomach.

Is that what it was?

[STAMMERS] Did you have any

luck finding your friend?

I'm afraid there is no

happy ending for Milani.

Since I've known her, she's

been on a run of misfortune

that you'd be hard-pressed to believe.

Huh. I can imagine.

It's the red button with

the CW on it. You're all set.

- Mind if I take the shortcut?

- It's always the best route.

[SANG] No money up front.

No share of profit. You don't

even pay yourself a salary.

- What's in it for you?

- Please do not concern yourself

with me, Mr. Sang.

I'm rewarded enough.

What have I got to lose?

That is our business concluded.

It didn't even cost me a dollar.

A dollar that you can

ill afford to spare, sir.

I suppose we'll never

see each other again.

We will not, but it's been

a great pleasure to meet you,

and I shall return in two weeks.

- Two weeks?

- To commence work.

There's a lot to do.

- But you said

- I can start sooner,

but that really is a decision

for you to make for yourself.

I once had a client who placed

a sharpened pencil up each nostril

and then lowered his face with

great vehemence onto a desk.

Most inventive. Remarkably brave.

I don't suppose you

have any use for pencils.

I am not about to die.

I believe I made that

very clear from the outset.

Without my intervention,

in a few months from now,

there will be no CompWare

and no Mr. Sang to continue.

It really is now or never.

There must be another way. I..

I'll do anything.

Come, come, Mr. Sang.

This is not the end.

This is the beginning.

The contract is signed.

Your legacy is secured.

There's nothing now to stop you.

Perhaps you would like me

to make arrangements on your behalf?

Arrangements?

Ninety-three percent

of my clients prefer

not to know the details.

Shall I go ahead and book for you?

There is a small administrative fee

that I charge for this service.

It's somewhat time-consuming on my end.

How much?

Your accounts are in such disarray,

I'd feel guilty charging you any money,

but perhaps there's another

way that you can compensate me.

- [PRIEST] The body of Christ.

- Amen.

The body of Christ.

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[PHONE BUZZING]

Hey.

Hey. You left without saying goodbye.

[ELAINE] Oh, you looked

busy. I slipped out at 6:00.

Are you home already?

I I'm actually out to dinner.

I rearranged my date from Friday.

[CRAIG] Oh. How's that going?

If you're not feeling it,

you can just say the word "pineapple."

He asked for the check

and went to the bathroom.

[CRAIG SCOFFING]

Sigma male. Expects you to pay.

Those guys are so cool.

- What do you need, Craig?

- Okay.

So, Mr. One-in-a-Million, Frank Florez?

I think I found him, or at

least I found the number for him.

- How?

- I installed some stalker-ware

on Patoff's phone. He

doesn't have a clue.

So, as soon as he fired up the demo,

I grabbed the contact

from his phone, and bingo,

Señor Florez popped up.

No recent activity,

but we got the number.

- Did you call him?

- Not yet. I can.

I was thinking maybe a female voice

would be less threatening.

We don't know anything about him

and we don't wanna scare him off.

[ELAINE] Just send me his details,

and I will call him tomorrow.

Hey. It's okay, what we're doing?

Right? Going behind his back?

I mean, we're just

checking his credentials,

and if he's legit,

Patoff just might be

what CompWare needs.

I mean, maybe Sang did some

good business when he hired him.

[CRAIG] But he's not

gonna find out, will he?

Pineapple.

Hi.

[BEEPING]

[PEOPLE SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

[SIGHING]

[RATTLING, SHUFFLING]

Ah, slowly!

♪

[CROWBAR CLATTERING TO THE FLOOR]

Hey.

- Hey. Did you call him yet?

- What am I?

- I'm not your assistant.

- Oh, right.

You're my creative liaison.

Frank Florez owns a

jewelry store in Pomona.

- That's pretty much all I got.

- How does Patoff know him?

I didn't wanna ask him

that over the phone,

so we're gonna have to

drive one weekend over there

- and meet him in person.

- f*ck!

I can't do it this weekend. I

signed up for a church thing.

- I'm not doing this alone.

- Okay. I'll think of something.

Jesus forgives, right?

Did you hear that he sent

an entire demo link to the

entire office last night?

I'm sure it's great.

You worked hard on it.

No. The stalker-ware's on that version.

I woke up this morning with

access to every f*ck's device.

- So then delete it.

- Wow.

Thank God you know so much about

the intricacies of cyber-crime.

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Mr. Sang will guide

us through the storm.