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| | **The Grim Barbarity of Optics and Design (Transcript)** || | | **The Grim Barbarity of Optics and Design (Transcript)** || | ||
| ^ Episode Number | 1.5 | | ^ Episode Number | 1.5 | | ||
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| - | [[Mark Scout|MARK]]: Helly leave? | + | Mark: Helly leave? |
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| - | [[Dylan George|DYLAN]]: Yeah. | + | Dylan: Yeah. |
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| - | MARK: Maybe you should get out of here. | + | Mark: Maybe you should get out of here. |
| < | < | ||
| - | DYLAN: I know. Just wrapping up. Sorry, I love the work. | + | Dylan: I know. Just wrapping up. Sorry, I love the work. |
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| - | MARK: Jesus. Help! Help! | + | Mark: Jesus. Help! Help! |
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| - | [[Doug | + | Graner: Goddamn it! |
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| - | MARK: Oh... Oh, my God. | + | Mark: Oh... Oh, my God. |
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| - | MARK: Is she okay? | + | Mark: Is she okay? |
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| - | MARK: Helly? | + | Mark: Helly? |
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| - | GRANER: Mark, get in the elevator. | + | Graner: Mark, get in the elevator. |
| - | MARK: Helly? Helly! | + | Mark: Helly? Helly! |
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| - | GRANER: Get in the elevator! | + | Graner: Get in the elevator! |
| < | < | ||
| - | MARK: Is she okay? | + | Mark: Is she okay? |
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| - | MARK: Judd. | + | Mark: Judd. |
| - | [[Judd|JUDD]]: Mr. Scout, you have a good evening. | + | Judd: Mr. Scout, you have a good evening. |
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| - | MARK: Will do. Same to you. | + | Mark: Will do. Same to you. |
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| - | MARK: Is she alive? | + | Mark: Is she alive? |
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| - | [[Harmony | + | Cobel: Have a seat, Mark. |
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| - | COBEL: She's in the hospital. She has severe bruising but, thankfully, no permanent damage. | + | Cobel: She’s in the hospital. She has severe bruising but, thankfully, no permanent damage. |
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| - | MARK: Okay. Okay, so you... You're letting her go? | + | Mark: Okay. Okay, so, you... You’re letting her go? |
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| - | COBEL: Helly's outie has no intention of resigning... | + | Cobel: Helly’s Outie has no intention of resigning... |
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| - | MARK: She almost died. She doesn't wanna be here. | + | Mark: She almost died. She doesn’t wanna be here. |
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| - | COBEL: And she will be back at her desk in a few days. | + | Cobel: And she will be back at her desk in a few days. |
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| - | MARK: Is that enough time? | + | Mark: Is that enough time? |
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| - | COBEL: This happened on your watch, Mark S. And you can thank Kier himself it went the way it did. | + | Cobel: This happened on your watch, Mark S. And you can thank Kier himself it went the way it did. |
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| - | COBEL: Have a productive day. | + | Cobel: Have a productive day. |
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| - | [[Ricken | + | Ricken |
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| - | My failure to break into the literary world in my 20s was devastating, | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
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| - | A society with festering workers cannot flourish, just as a man with rotting toes cannot skip. | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
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| - | What separates man from machine is that machines cannot think for themselves. Also, they are made of metal, whereas man is made of skin. | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
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| - | If you are a soldier, do not fight for my freedom. Fight for the freedom of the soldier fighting next to you. This will make the war more inspiring for you both. | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
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| - | A good person will follow the rules. A great person will follow himself. | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
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| - | Bullies are nothing but Bull and Lies. | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
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| - | At the center of " | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
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| - | They cannot crucify you if your hand is in a fist. | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
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| - | Should you find yourself contorting to fit a system, dear reader, stop and ask if it's truly you that must change or the system. | + | Ricken (voiceover): |
| < | < | ||
| - | Ran the diagnostics. | + | Graner: |
| < | < | ||
| - | And? | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Full synaptic coupling. Petey Kilmer's memory was reintegrated. You were right, Harmony. | + | Graner: |
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| - | We should celebrate. | + | Graner: |
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| - | I figure you'll take a beat before telling the Board, especially after what happened with Helly R. | + | Graner: |
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| - | Jesus. You haven't told them. | + | Graner: |
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| - | Comb the chip data for source signatures. | + | Cobel: |
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| - | It's saved, so you can keep it. A gift. | + | Graner: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Please find out who did this. I'd like to deliver everything to the Board at once. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh, shit. | + | Mark: Oh, shit. |
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| - | RICKEN | + | Ricken |
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| - | RICKEN | + | Ricken |
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| - | RICKEN | + | Ricken |
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| - | Oh, hey. | + | Alexa: |
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| - | Hey. Hey. | + | Mark: Hey. Hey. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Did you forget that I was gonna be here? | + | Alexa: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Slightly. | + | Mark: Slightly. |
| - | - Mmm. | + | Alexa: |
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| - | Look, I'm, uh, sorry about the other night. I… | + | Mark: Look, I’m, uh, sorry about the other night. I… |
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| - | Yeah, no, it's fine. | + | Alexa: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah. | + | Mark: Yeah. |
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| - | - She's doing great, by the way. | + | Alexa: |
| - | - Yeah? | + | Mark: Yeah? |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Yeah. | + | Alexa: |
| - | - Okay. | + | Mark: Okay. |
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| - | The contractions are about 20 minutes apart, so we still have some time. | + | Alexa: |
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| - | Ricken is doing this thing where he cries over her. So, I'm...I'm giving them some privacy. | + | Alexa: |
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| - | Sounds good. | + | Mark: Sounds good. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Hey, thank you for, uh, you know, taking care of her. | + | Mark: Hey, thank you for, uh, you know, taking care of her. |
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| - | Yeah. Of course. | + | Alexa: |
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| - | Babe, I just don't wanna be like my father. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | [[Devon Scout-Hale|DEVON]]: I know, baby. I think it's good you're getting it out now. | + | Devon: I know, baby. I think it’s good you’re getting it out now. It’s okay. |
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| - | It's okay. | + | |
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| - | Hey. I'm looking for baby camp? | + | Mark: Hey. I’m looking for baby camp? |
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| - | Ooh. The uncle-to-be. Welcome, Mark. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | Yay! I'm so glad you're here. I didn't know if they were gonna wake you up from work or whatever. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh, no, I just saw the message when I got off. Sorry. | + | Mark: Oh, no, I just saw the message when I got off. Sorry. |
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| - | No, it's been pretty boring so far. | + | Devon: |
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| - | All right. Well, uh, glad to be here in this cozy nook. | + | Mark: All right. Well, uh, glad to be here in this cozy nook. |
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| - | - Wow. | + | Mark: Wow. |
| - | - Dude, did you see the one next door? | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Yeah. | + | Mark: Yeah. |
| - | - It's, like, psychotically expensive. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | It's like a freakin' | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | It's just fat cats making fat kittens. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah. | + | Devon: |
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| - | Oh, shit. | + | Mark: Oh, shit. |
| < | < | ||
| - | It's a contraction. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | - Fuck. | + | Devon: |
| - | - Mark, say a secret quickly. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | He doesn't have to, babe. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - What? | + | Mark: What? |
| - | - The fetus is drawn to clear air. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Purging secrets can create a soul void that speeds the labor. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Okay, and we want that? | + | Mark: Okay, and we want that? |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Oh, we do. | + | Ricken: |
| - | - Hey, baby, not right now. | + | Devon: |
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| - | It's fine, I'll start. Um, Mark… | + | Ricken:It’s fine, I’ll start. Um, Mark...I love you, and I feel hurt that you haven’t called me to thank me for the book yet. |
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| - | I love you, and I feel hurt that you haven't called me to thank me for the book yet. | + | |
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| - | - There. Good. | + | Ricken: |
| - | - The book? | + | Mark: The book? |
| < | < | ||
| - | We left a copy of his new book on your doorstep. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Five days ago. Five full days. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Okay, well, I definitely haven't seen that. | + | Mark: Okay, well, I definitely haven’t seen that. I mean, it must’ve been stolen or something. I... |
| - | + | ||
| - | < | + | |
| - | I mean, it must've been stolen or something. I... | + | |
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| - | What? | + | Ricken: |
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| - | < | + | |
| - | That was an advanced copy. | + | |
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| - | Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh! | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Are you okay? | + | Mark: Are you okay? |
| - | - Oh, my God. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - I'm okay. | + | Devon: |
| - | - Whew! | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | It's fine. It's all fine. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | < | + | |
| - | Ooh. | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | Okay, okay. I'm okay. Are you okay? | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Okay. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - I'm good. | + | Devon: |
| - | - Yeah? | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Yeah, I'm gonna go get coffee. | + | Devon: |
| - | - Really? | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah. I think. I'm gonna get going. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Are you sure? Um… | + | Ricken: |
| - | - Thank you. Oh, thanks, bud. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - All right. I'll be back. | + | Devon: |
| - | - Yeah. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Okay. Be careful. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Well, this is good. We can finish setting up the room. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Um… Oh. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Mark, would you help me hang the kelp? | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Hang the kelp? Why? | + | Mark: Hang the kelp? Why? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Do you really want me to explain it? | + | Ricken: |
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| - | Hi. Hi. Excuse me? Sir? Sir... Hey. | + | Devon: |
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| - | What the fuck, man? Oh, my Go... | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Hi, I'm so sorry. I'm another pregnant lady. I'm from over there. I just came out on a coffee run, and I got distracted by your beautiful coffee, and I was wondering if there's any chance you could hook me up. | + | Devon: |
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| - | Um, okay. | + | Gabby: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah? Yes. Thank you. Thank Christ. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Hi. Thank you so much. I'm gonna squeeze right past you. Ooh. I'm Devon. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Gabby. | + | Gabby: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Thank you for narcotics. My husband is driving me fucking crazy. My brother's... depressing me. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Is it your first? | + | Gabby: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah. Yours? | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | My third. I'm naming him William. | + | Gabby: |
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| - | Three kiddos. I'm so fucking scared of ruining one child. How do you handle it? | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Lotta help, I guess. | + | Gabby: |
| - | - Yeah. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Holy shit, by the way, how about this cabin? It's so nice. Are you rich? | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Because really...if the thief reads the book, it will have been worth it. In fact, I bet you he turns himself in afterward. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Listen, I know the last time you were in a medical facility was for Gemma. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh, is that what this is? A medical facility? | + | Mark: Oh, is that what this is? A medical facility? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Of course, the baby's middle name could've been so lovely a tribute to her, but...I understand you were unable to be comfortable with it. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | Your kid deserves her own name without some...big, feely baggage. | + | Mark: Your kid deserves her own name without some...big, feely baggage. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yes. | + | Devon: |
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| - | < | + | |
| - | Ooh. | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | Psst. | + | Devon: |
| - | + | ||
| - | < | + | |
| - | I got coffee. | + | |
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| - | Toll, please. | + | Mark: Toll, please. |
| < | < | ||
| - | I made friends with the richest lady in baby camp. She was...quiet, | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'd imagine she's spoken for. | + | Mark: I’d imagine she’s spoken for. |
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| - | I bet Alexa would give you another shot. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I bet she wouldn't. | + | Mark: I bet she wouldn’t. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - I bet you could ask her. | + | Devon: |
| - | - Oh. Okay. | + | Mark: Oh. Okay. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Ah. | + | Devon: |
| - | - You okay? Do you want me to go get her? | + | Mark: You okay? Do you want me to go get her? |
| < | < | ||
| - | No, no, no. Hold on, can I squeeze your hand? | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah. There we go. | + | Mark: Yeah. There we go. All right. |
| - | + | ||
| - | < | + | |
| - | All right. | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Need me to tell a secret? | + | Mark: Need me to tell a secret? |
| - | - Yeah, go ahead. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Give me your dark shit. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Well, so, uh... | + | Mark: Well, so, uh... |
| < | < | ||
| - | Um...I kinda think Lumon might be up to something. | + | Mark: Um...I kinda think Lumon might be up to something. |
| < | < | ||
| - | What do you mean? Like, with your paychecks? | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | No, I've just been hearing stuff. Just around. | + | Mark: No, I’ve just been hearing stuff. Just around. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Who've you been talking to? | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | So... | + | Mark: So... Um... |
| - | + | ||
| - | < | + | |
| - | Um… | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | What? | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Do you remember the businessman? | + | Mark: Do you remember the businessman? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Holy fucking pit of hell! | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Okay. Darling, you okay? | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Why do people do this? | + | Devon: |
| - | - Uh, I'll go get Alexa. | + | Mark: Uh, I’ll go get Alexa. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Great. | + | Ricken: |
| - | - Don't touch me, baby. | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Okay. | + | Ricken: |
| - | - Ah! | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - One more big push. | + | Alexa: |
| - | - Oh, my God. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | She's right here. She's right here. You're doing so great. | + | Alexa:She’s right here. She’s right here. You’re doing so great. |
| + | Devon: Ah! | ||
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| - | - It hurt... It hurts. | + | Devon: |
| - | - I know it hurts but she's right here. | + | Alexa: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - I can see her. She's crowning. Okay? | + | Alexa: |
| - | - Oh, my God. | + | Devon: |
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| - | All right, now. You know, I can see her. Here she comes. | + | Alexa: |
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| - | - Oh, my God. | + | Devon: |
| - | - She's coming. | + | Alexa: |
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| - | Oh, my God. | + | Ricken: |
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| - | Oh, my God. | + | |
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| - | Oh! | + | Devon: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Thank you. Oh, she did great. I'm gonna pass out. | + | Ricken: |
| < | < | ||
| - | <i>She was in outie form at the time she woke up.</i> | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | So this will be innie Helly's first conscious experience since the hanging. | + | Milchick: |
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| - | When she sees you, it's important your eyes be kind. | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Do you know how to make your eyes kind? | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Um... | + | Mark: Um... |
| < | < | ||
| - | You're okay. You're okay. It's all right. | + | Mark: You’re okay. You’re okay. It’s all right. |
| < | < | ||
| - | So they locked away the extension cords and other dangerous items so, you know, you should be safe. And if you wanna focus on looking for happy numbers for a while, that's fine. | + | Mark: So, they locked away the extension cords and other dangerous items so, you know, you should be safe. And if you wanna focus on looking for happy numbers for a while, that’s fine. |
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| - | Yeah. | + | Mark: Yeah. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Do you wanna talk about it? | + | Mark: Do you wanna talk about it? |
| < | < | ||
| - | We should hide inspirational handbook quotes around the office for her to stumble upon. | + | Irving: |
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| - | She just needs to start earning perks, dude. I'd end my life if I didn't have any finger traps yet. You know, what one of us should do is lend her our trap until she has one of her own. Yeah, but not me though | + | Dylan: |
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| - | Ms. Casey. | + | Mark: Ms. Casey. |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'm here to observe Helly R. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh. Uh, no one told me. | + | Mark: Oh. Uh, no one told me. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Ms. Cobel's orders. I am to watch her for signs of sadness, and verbally encourage her to forgo further suicide attempts. | + | Ms. Casey: |
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| - | Upon request, I can also perform a hug. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | You know I've been, uh, exhibiting signs of sadness. Could I get one of those? | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | No. | + | Ms. Casey: |
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| - | Did you get all that? | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Are you upset? | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | No. I'm peachy. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | If you're upset, you can request a... | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | A hug. I know. I'm good. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Irv. | + | Mark: Irv. |
| < | < | ||
| - | We lose you again there, buddy? | + | Mark: We lose you again there, buddy? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Irv? | + | Mark: Irv? |
| < | < | ||
| - | I have to go to O&D. Something's come up. And I... I'd like to seek Burt's counsel. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Well… | + | Mark: Well… Okay, fine. Just make a copy of that map in case we have to come find you. |
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| - | < | + | |
| - | Okay, fine. Just make a copy of that map | + | |
| - | in case we have to come find you. | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh, God. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh, no. I'm sorry, Irving. | + | Milchick: |
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| - | < | + | |
| - | We must have sent this print job here by mistake. You weren't supposed to see this. | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | What are these? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Nothing. A joke for Ms. Cobel. | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | It's the O&D coup, isn't it? The one that Dylan talks about, huh? | + | Irving: |
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| - | < | + | |
| - | Did that actually happen, Mr. Milchick? | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | Of course not. Nothing like that could happen here. | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | It's proof. It is ironclad proof. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Milchick says it didn't happen. And why would one department physically attack another? Lumon wouldn't just then give them all the other department's resources. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Does O&D know that? Are we even sure about it? Because with seven people, there is a lot that they could do to us. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - I could ask... | + | Irving: |
| - | - Your new friend, | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | who lied to you about the size of his department? How do we know what else he isn't being kosher about? | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | You ran a 266 on Irving B.? | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah. Just now. | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Huh. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I thought it might dissuade him from spending so much time with Burt G. | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'm sorry. Should I have consulted you? | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | No, no. Good initiative. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I saw Ms. Casey down there. You're having her watch Helly R. | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I am. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | May I ask why? | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | "The light of discovery shines truer upon a virgin meadow than a beaten path." | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'm trying something new with Ms. Casey. Keep it between us. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Right. | + | Milchick: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Helly R. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Hi, Ms. Casey. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Please describe for me your time in the restroom. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Ms. Casey. I just... I-I... Ugh. I turned and... | + | Mark: Oh, no. I’m so sorry, Ms. Casey. I just... I-I... Ugh. I turned and... |
| < | < | ||
| - | Bet you're drunk. What'd your mouth taste like when you got in today? | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Helly R., you have to come with me to distribution supply. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | That's okay. I can watch Helly R. While you're gone. It's only a few minutes, right? | + | Mark: That’s okay. I can watch Helly R. While you’re gone. It’s only a few minutes, right? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Distribution supply is eight minutes, round trip. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | You know, I go to distribution supply all the time, so I could, uh... If you... | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Well, that's one less horrible thing. For eight minutes anyway. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Helly, I just realized I haven't shown you where we keep the extra pen caps. It's not far. Do you mind? | + | Mark: Helly, I just realized I haven’t shown you where we keep the extra pen caps. It’s not far. Do you mind? |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'm good, thanks. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Nah, you're right. We shouldn't go anywhere without Ms. Casey. | + | Mark: Nah, you’re right. We shouldn’t go anywhere without Ms. Casey. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Careful out there, boss. Weird energy about. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | So where are all these pen caps at? | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | How are you doing, Helly? | + | Mark: How are you doing, Helly? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Jesus. Did you make up the pen caps to ask me that? | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Well, I just wanted to talk. | + | Mark: Well, I just wanted to talk. |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'm really bad, Mark. Thanks for noticing. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh. Come here. | + | Mark: Oh. Come here. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Come on. | + | Mark: Come on. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Here. | + | Mark: Here. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Petey's map. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah. Since you've been gone, I've been trying to recreate it on my lunch breaks. | + | Mark: Yeah. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been trying to recreate it on my lunch breaks. |
| < | < | ||
| - | And… | + | Mark: And...I thought maybe if we work on it together, we can... You know. |
| - | + | ||
| - | < | + | |
| - | I thought maybe if we work on it together, we can… | + | |
| - | + | ||
| - | < | + | |
| - | You know. | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'm not your new Petey. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Helly. | + | Mark: Helly. |
| < | < | ||
| - | <i>Helly R.?</i> | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Mark took her to look at pen caps. | + | Irving: |
| - | - Where? | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Now? | + | Ms. Casey: |
| - | - They're fine. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Just at the end of the storage wing. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Burt G. Is in the conference room. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Burt. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Irving. | + | Burt: Irving. |
| < | < | ||
| - | What are you doing here? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh. You know, I was turned around. | + | Burt: Oh. You know, I was turned around. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Actually, I... | + | Burt:Actually, I...I was looking for you. I hadn’t heard from you. |
| - | + | ||
| - | < | + | |
| - | I was looking for you. I hadn't heard from you. | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | Well, I... | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Dylan! Oh, my God! What are... | + | Irving: |
| - | - Irving. | + | Burt: Irving. |
| < | < | ||
| - | What are you doing? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - He was coming at you. | + | Dylan: |
| - | - Let him out! | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Out? Why the fuck is he here? | + | Dylan: |
| - | - Let him out! | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - What's wrong with you? | + | Burt: What’s wrong with you? |
| - | - You saw that painting. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | You want to get disemboweled today? | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Hey, where's your friends? Plural. | + | Dylan: |
| - | + | ||
| - | < | + | |
| - | As in, the six fucking people you've been hiding from us. | + | |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh, my word. I... I... I... | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I need a manager! | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Irving, wait. Don't go. | + | Burt: Irving, wait. Don’t go. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - I... We... | + | Irving: |
| - | - I know what you're up to. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - What is wrong with you? Open the door. | + | Burt: What is wrong with you? Open the door. |
| - | - Manager! | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | <i>Open the door.</i> | + | Burt: Open the door. |
| < | < | ||
| - | < | + | Irving: |
| - | < | + | Burt: Irving! |
| < | < | ||
| - | Irving! | + | Burt: Irving! |
| < | < | ||
| - | Helly? | + | Mark: Helly? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Helly. | + | Mark: Helly. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Helly. | + | Mark: Helly. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Where the fuck are we? | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Look, don't you want to get these to... | + | Mark: Look, don’t you want to at least... |
| < | < | ||
| - | I told her I wanted out, and she told me I wasn't a person. My own self told me that. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yeah, and... and that's horrible. But don't focus on her. What do you want? In here? | + | Mark: Yeah, and... and that’s horrible. But don’t focus on her. What do you want? In here? |
| < | < | ||
| - | What I want is for her to wake up while the life drains out of her and to know it was me who did it. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - If I could just explain... | + | Burt: If I could just explain... |
| - | - Save it, marauder. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I checked the whole storage wing. No sign of him or Helly. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Shit. O&D has probably killed them already. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Irving, what? | + | Burt: Irving, what? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Our department chief and new hire have gone missing. Do you know where they are? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | No, I j... I just came to see you. | + | Burt: No, I j... I just came to see you. |
| < | < | ||
| - | And the rest of your department? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | They're back in O&D, Irving. I know I said it was just Felicia and me... | + | Burt: They’re back in O&D, Irving. I know I said it was just Felicia and me... |
| < | < | ||
| - | If you came here to see me, then why are you in the conference room? Why not come right to the office? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I didn't know why you hadn't been back, and I didn't wanna scare you again. Like with the hand thing. | + | Burt: I didn’t know why you hadn’t been back, and I didn’t wanna scare you again. Like with the hand thing. |
| < | < | ||
| - | You didn't scare me. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Or embarrass you. Look, I was working out a joke. | + | Burt: Or embarrass you. Look, I was working out a joke. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - A joke? | + | Irving: |
| - | - To say when I got in. | + | Burt: To say when I got in. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Prove it. Tell it. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I hadn't worked it out yet. | + | Burt: I hadn’t worked it out yet. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Why did you lie about the number of people in your department? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Because...we don't trust your guys. | + | Burt: Because...we don’t trust your guys. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - You? The king of fucks don't trust us? | + | Dylan: |
| - | - I do. | + | Burt: I do. |
| < | < | ||
| - | But people just talk about MDR. Stupid old stories, jokes even. | + | Burt: But people just talk about MDR. Stupid old stories, jokes even. |
| < | < | ||
| - | What do you mean? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I... It's literally silly. Like, they say you all have pouches. | + | Burt: I... It’s literally silly. Like, they say you all have pouches. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Pouches? Like to c-carry young? | + | Irving: |
| - | - Yes. | + | Burt: Yes. |
| < | < | ||
| - | According to some, you each have a larval offspring that will jump out and attack if we get too close. | + | Burt: According to some, you each have a larval offspring that will jump out and attack if we get too close. |
| < | < | ||
| - | That's fucking psycho. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I mean, it's a joke of course, but I don't know. | + | Burt: I mean, it’s a joke of course, but I don’t know. |
| < | < | ||
| - | The sentiment, you know, somehow holds. People are weird. | + | Burt: The sentiment, you know, somehow holds. People are weird. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Yeah. | + | Irving: |
| - | - Though, I'd be remiss not to say | + | Burt: Though, I’d be remiss not to say |
| < | < | ||
| - | that in this theory, the larva eventually eats and replaces you. | + | Burt: that in this theory, the larva eventually eats and replaces you. |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Oh. | + | Irving: |
| - | - Which, Irving, would solve the mystery… | + | Burt: Which, Irving, would solve the mystery… |
| < | < | ||
| - | Of your youthful energy. | + | Burt: Of your youthful energy. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Irv. Irv? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Excuse me. | + | Irving: |
| - | - Where are you going? | + | Burt: Where are you going? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yes? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Are you sweet on this guy? | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | You disapprove? | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I do. I do disapprove. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Uh, certainly the handbook forbids taking heart to other employees. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Rat-fuck the handbook. This guy's O and goddamn D, who are duplicitous snakes to a one. It's not safe. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | [[Goat Wrangler|GOAT WRANGLER]]: They're not ready. You can't take them yet. They're not ready. It isn't time! | + | Goat Wrangler: They’re not ready. You can’t take them yet. They’re not ready. It isn’t time! |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Oh, we don't... | + | Helly: |
| - | - Get the hell out of here. | + | Goat Wrangler: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Go! | + | Goat Wrangler: |
| < | < | ||
| - | "<i>The Grim Barbarity of Optics and Design</ | + | Burt: "The Grim Barbarity of Optics and Design"? |
| < | < | ||
| - | That's what it said. Mm-hmm. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | There's definitely no painting by that name. What kind of barbarities were we enacting? | + | Burt: There’s definitely no painting by that name. What kind of barbarities were we enacting? |
| < | < | ||
| - | It doesn't matter. I don't think it was real. I mean, I'll have to confer with my larva, of course. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - I'm... I'm sorry you had to do this. | + | Burt: I’m... I’m sorry you had to do this. |
| - | - It's all right. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I mean, you know that relationships beyond the, uh, platonic are frowned upon anyway. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Is that what we are? | + | Burt: Is that what we are? |
| < | < | ||
| - | Well, uh, Burt G., at this time I, uh, formally release you from MDR's supervision. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | As Kier said, "Be ever merry." | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Would you like to come in? There is something in the storeroom I'd like to show you. And Dylan, of course. | + | Burt: Would you like to come in? There is something in the storeroom I’d like to show you. And Dylan, of course. |
| < | < | ||
| - | <i>The Courtship of Kier and Imogene.< | + | Irving: //The Courtship of Kier and Imogen//. |
| < | < | ||
| - | He met his wife while a stewman in an ether factory. | + | Burt: He met his wife while a stewman in an ether factory. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Damn dumb being here. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | She was a swab girl. | + | Burt: She was a swab girl. |
| < | < | ||
| - | The handbook just says they were bonded by the spirit of industry. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I know, but if this interpretation is correct, | + | Burt: I know, but if this interpretation is correct... |
| < | < | ||
| - | they met as colleagues. Took heart to each other as colleagues. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Mmm. | + | Burt: Mmm. |
| - | - Hmm. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Makes you wonder how something could be wrong if Kier... | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Get away from him! You lying fuck! | + | Dylan: |
| - | - Dylan, what? | + | Burt: Dylan, what? |
| < | < | ||
| - | - Dylan! | + | Irving: |
| - | - He claims he doesn't know | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | about this painting, meanwhile, it's sitting on his shelf. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | - That isn't. | + | Burt: That isn’t. |
| - | - Irv, we need to go. Now. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | It's not the same. | + | Irving: |
| 461 | 461 | ||
| < | < | ||
| - | - What? | + | Dylan: |
| - | - Look. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Look at the badges the raiders are wearing. That's not O&D, Dylan. It's us. | + | Irving: |
| < | < | ||
| - | This one's never gone into the hallway rotation. It's called | + | Burt: This one’s never gone into the hallway rotation. It’s called |
| < | < | ||
| - | Okay, but we've never done anything like that. | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Why the hell would there be two versions of the same painting? | + | Dylan: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I mean, what if the goats are the numbers? Like, we're deciding which goats live and which ones... Oh, God. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I doubt it's that. | + | Mark: I doubt it’s that. |
| < | < | ||
| - | Look, um... I know you don't wanna be here. But...I'm glad you are. | + | Mark: Look, um... I know you don’t wanna be here. But...I’m glad you are. |
| < | < | ||
| - | And I'm sorry that this is the best I can do right now. | + | Mark: And I’m sorry that this is the best I can do right now. |
| < | < | ||
| - | If you give me the map, I'll clean it up. Your drawing is shit. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Oh. Hi, uh, Ms. Casey. We were just heading back from our mental health walk. | + | Mark: Oh. Hi, uh, Ms. Casey. We were just heading back from our mental health walk. |
| < | < | ||
| - | You're both unhurt? | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | We... We are. | + | Helly: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'm glad. I was scared. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'm sorry. | + | Mark: I’m sorry. |
| < | < | ||
| - | I forgive you. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Okay, then. | + | Ms. Casey: |
| < | < | ||
| - | You aware what MDR is up to right now? | + | Graner: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I thought that's what you were paid for. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | You're not stopping it? | + | Graner: |
| < | < | ||
| - | "The surest way to tame a prisoner is to let him believe he's free." | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | There's a Kier quote for everything. | + | Graner: |
| < | < | ||
| - | How many more departments are you gonna let them find? | + | Graner: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I'll have a word with Mark. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | I would be careful. Upstairs wouldn't look kindly on this. | + | Graner: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Yes, Daddy. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | You can talk to me when you figure out who hacked Kilmer's chip. | + | Cobel: |
| < | < | ||
| - | Excuse me, everyone. I wanna introduce you all to Irving and Dylan. | + | Burt: Excuse me, everyone. I wanna introduce you all to Irving and Dylan. |
| - | 497 | ||
| < | < | ||
| - | They're from MDR. | + | Burt: They’re from MDR. |
| - | 498 | ||
| < | < | ||
| - | And they're friends. | + | Burt: And they’re friends. |
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