Blunt Talk

Previously on Blunt Talk.

I want you to get an exclusive jailhouse interview with Adler.

Is it my destiny to die alone, Harry?

Not as long as I'm around, Major.

Oh, Martin, I miss you.

I have a crush on you, Shelly.

- Please don't hate me. - Drop it.

Are you really asking me

to choose between you and Sylvia, Major?

I told you, Evelyn, I'm not a prostitute.

- You are now. - No, I'm not.

I know you miss Harry and I'm trying to make

everything feel as familiar as possible.

You're very kind.

What is that I'm feeling?

My brass knuckle.

Top of the ninth, three outs.

Herschel's pitched an almost perfect game.

The real World Series. America versus Britain.

- The evil empire... - Herschel, get on with it!

Uh, all right.

Oh!

Herschel, I asked you to use the proper action.

I don't have any control that way.

You don't have any control this way.

Fine, do it your way.

Old grumpy-ass British.

All right.

Oh! Damn it, Herschel!

You know what? I'm sorry I'm not as good as Harry.

- You know I'm American, right? - Oh, is that an excuse?

Well, we need to be playing a real sport like basketball.

Basketball's a game for girls.

You would know.

If you hadn't fallen in love with Georgette,

we wouldn't be here. Wouldn't have to...

Will you stop reminding me of that?

Here I am trying to forget and you keep talking about it all the time.

Now here's another day wasted.

Well, maybe you don't try hard enough.

If you can't forget, why don't you try and pretend to forget?

How can anybody pretend to forget?

Well, I know if it was me, I'd sit down and... and relax.

I'd close my eyes and I'd concentrate and I'd think of nothing.

Wouldn't be long then. That's what I'd do.

Oh, wow.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, no!

Excellent reflexes, Herschel.

What are you, Henry VIII?

You almost took my head off and we haven't even discussed benefits.

- Walter! - Shelly.

- What are you doing here? - You haven't been answering your phone.

- What's up, girl? - Hi.

Herschel, you forgot to charge my phone again.

Walter, I'm sorry, okay?

Uh, I'm not good at this servant stuff.

My mother waited on me hand and foot for 36 years

until she couldn't take it anymore.

- I hate myself! - Stop it. You're doing fine.

- You keep the house very clean. - I'm supposed to clean?

Walter, I'm here because I discovered something about Duncan Adler.

Oh, uh, that's right. I have that damned interview at the jail today.

Yeah, but check this out.

Duncan Adler has been writing letters to the LA Times

for years accusing Rudolph Global

of cock-blocking water recycling in Los Angeles.

- Now, that is very interesting. - Yeah.

Yo, speaking of cock-block, if you can give us a moment, Walter.

Shelly-shell.

- Herschel. - Herschel.

Harry?

What are you doing?

You have to let Walter go. He has Herschel now.

- I am trying, Sylvia. - Are you?

How many times have you snuck over there to dust and vacuum?

I don't think that's trying. I'm not a faucet, Sylvia.

I can't just turn off my heart like that.

I know, Harry.

It's just hard when you're a girl.

You want to be number one in your man's life.

Hey, you are number one.

What have you got there, darling?

I'm off the waiting list at Tisch.

- I got into the film school. - What?

Well, this is amazing! You see?

- And you'd given up hope. - Yeah.

I'm finally going straight.

But it means moving to New York.

Will you come with me?

New York?

- Oh, thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Any mail for me, sunshine?

Nothing.

But I like your Steve Jobs look.

Very Michael Fassbender.

Have you seen Shame? He's enormous.

Really? Didn't seem that big to me.

Good morning, Mr. Stone.

Good morning to you.

Or Morgen as they say in Munich.

Oh.

Mm-mmm.

Good morning, Jim.

Good morning, coworker.

Walter will be here any minute.

Did you all see this memo from HR

about not smoking marijuana on the premises?

I heard that the new head of HR only has one testicle.

I heard the same thing.

Hitler only had one ball.

Okay.

- Oh, I love that song. - I'll start again.

- Join me. - Okay.

Morning, everyone.

- Morning. - Good morning, everyone.

Wait in my office, Herschel. Thank you.

Oh. Yes, Walter.

Do you need anything? Some coffee? A corn dog?

Ooh, maybe a scoop of avocado with a little salt and olive oil.

- No, I'm fine, thank you. - Okay.

Actually, the avocado sounds good.

Ooh, all right. I'll be right on it.

Just got to find an avocado,

salt, and oil.

Have you heard from Harry?

Martin, I've told you before, I don't want to talk about that.

So, Shelly came to my house this morning

and she told me some very interesting things about our Duncan Adler.

Walter, you know we leave for the jail in 45 minutes?

Yes, and I am very keen to speak with Mr. Adler,

pick his brain about Rudolph Global.

So, Shelly, fill them in on your research.

Okay, so what I discovered last night...

- I was here, too. - Yeah.

What I discovered last night was that Duncan Adler has been linking

Rudolph Global to the killing of LA's recycled water plant in 2001.

How did they kill it?

With a smear campaign funded by one of their shell corporations.

They labeled it "Toilet to Tap."

But they could have gone with "Ass to Glass"

or "Fanny to Faucet" or "Shitta to Brita."

Yeah, or if we were in Israel,

they could have gone with "Tuchus to Tonsils."

That's enough, Jim.

Anyway, there's a vote coming up...

Proposition 68... to try to reopen the plant.

So the question is, why are they against recycled water

when LA so clearly needs it?

Well, I made contact with Margaret Rudolph last night

- and I will see where that leads. - _

In the meantime, I think we should have

an expert on tomorrow night to discuss recycled water.

- A hydrologist? - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, let me handle this, Walter. - Great.

Jim and Martin, work on the Middle East package for tonight.

And Rosalie, Shelly, and I will go to jail.

Herschel, what's the meaning of this?

Martin, can you come here, please?

I'd like to talk to you about the tech segment on the Japanese robots.

Oh, oh, what's wrong with my segment?

I told my mother it would be on.

Oh, no, no, it's fine. We'll run it tonight.

Does Jim seem different to you today?

He does. It's mysterious.

It might be the turtleneck, but I feel drawn to him.

Me, too.

Really? Does this mean the break is over?

I could update the Jimelia Twitter account. We've plateaued.

I don't know if the break is over.

But please don't say anything to anyone.

Okay, Celia, okay.

I'm very discreet. You should know that.

- Like, do you know where I live? - No, I don't.

See, very discreet.

Also, you've never asked me,

which, now that I think about it, hurts very much.

Oh, Martin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

It's okay. I think I'm just having my male period.

I've been very emotional all day.

God, you must be in synch with me and Shelly.

We're also shedding our linings. Aw.

That makes so much sense.

The first thing we'll do is shoot some footage

to get a sense of Duncan's life here in jail.

- What are you thinking? - He's initiated a drama group.

The Oscar Wildes.

So we'll film him doing that,

then we'll have the actual sit-down.

Let's get the reunion for the B-roll.

Walter.

It's been months since I kidnapped you.

Mr. Adler, I... uh.

I'm so sorry that I abducted you,

but is there any chance that you could get UBS to drop all charges?

I'm losing my mind in here. I haven't even gone to trial yet.

Mr. Adler, there's nothing I can do about that.

- Mr. Adler. - Yes?

You can let go of Walter now.

Oh, sorry. Damn it. Sorry.