Blunt Talk

Previously on Blunt Talk...

Oh, no.

Well, Gardner said they're

either looking to cancel the show or suspend you.

Take these. It's a kind of speed.

I gave you three Ambien and not three Provigil.

Doctor thought you might need this to wake up.

And so I ask you, the American people,

to wield the most powerful weapon there is.

The truth.

Oh, my God!

Major?

Major? Don't leave me.

Major, don't leave me.

Major, don't leave me.

Major.

Harry.

Oh, thank God.

Are you all right?

That was magnificent.

There was showgirls and feathers.

And I saw my mother's face in a looking glass.

It was all so beautiful.

Oh, it's all right, everyone.

I'm fine.

Oh, fuck, we're still on the air.

My dear viewers,

I think I may just have had a near-death experience.

If so, then I'm happy to report that in heaven

there's a lot of dancing and joy.

However, I think, and I'm sure you would all agree with me,

it would be prudent to take a commercial break.

I remain and always will be

Walter Blunt, right here, right now.

You've had quite the day, Major.

I'm proud of you for not dying.

Thank you, Harry.

The Gods, you know, have given me a second chance.

I mean to make the most of it.

Now it's time to rest.

What did Shakespeare say?

Sleep that knits a scarf

around your neck like a noose.

No, Harry.

"Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,

the death of each day's life,

sore labor's bath,

balm of hurt minds."

No, you're right, Major.

There's no mention of a scarf.

But you get my meaning. Time to rest.

So have a sip of mother's milk

and it'll be night-night for the major

and night-night for good old Harry.

But I am serious about this second chance business.

I saw myself tonight as a child.

And I realized never having met my own father,

I need to be a better father to the American people.

And, of course, to my own children.

Worthwhile goal, sir, but...

No, I need to revitalize Blunt Talk.

I have to take care of my viewers.

And I have to take care of you, Major.

You had a terrible shock.

Now, please, take your medicine.

All right, Harry. You know best.

That's much better.

So...

let's put our cares away,

have a peaceful, restorative weekend.

Now, what would you like me to read to you tonight?

We have Rabelais, Winnie-the-Pooh, and the Koran.

No, no. No reading tonight, Harry.

I'm too tired.

Just pass me my eye mask, please.

Thank you. - Very good, Major.

Good night, Harry.

Good night, Major.

How's it looking, Major?

I'm losing sensation in my right calf muscle

and would like to sit down.

Not yet, Harry. Just hold still.

The sun is very specific at the moment.

The way that it's glinting off of your bald spot,

it's just like something out of the Renaissance.

I have to capture it.

Righto.

For God's sake!

Oh, sorry about that.

Can I sit down now, Major?

I'm losing sensation in both calf muscles.

Oh, sit down, Harry. And quit your whinging.

You must be the new neighbor. The renter.

Thanks. I'm Ronnie.

You have destroyed my painting with your carelessness.

Sorry. - It's 8:00 in the morning.

Don't you think it's a bit early for volleyball?

No, it's not too early.

We've been up all night on MDMA.

You know, Jolly Molly.

All right. - There you go.

That's quite the nudist party you're having.

You seem to be having a party yourself.

Who's the talent sitting on the marble?

What do you mean, talent?

I saw what that boy has between his legs.

And what of it? - I produce high-end erotic films.

I'm always on the lookout for an everyman with a cock like that.

It's my holy grail.

Who is he, your boyfriend?

No, he's my man.

Your man?

My man! My valet.

What do you think I mean?

I don't know.

But if Red ever wants to make some extra money,

here's my card.

Yes? Rosalie.

You sure?

Yes, all right. Bye.

Harry, get dressed. We've got to go to the studio.

Hey, it was nice meeting you, neighbor.

And by the way,

I saw how you stood up to those cops on YouTube.

You are a white Rodney King. A hero.

I do not consider my conduct that evening to be heroic.

And going forward,

keep your volleyballs your side of the hedge!

Dumbass doesn't even know what gold he's got.

Hey, I'm serving.

It's a massive hurricane, Walter.

They baptized her Gina.

It's gonna be a huge story.

And I want you there.

It makes landfall in Galveston tonight.

Bob, I'm a newsman. I'm not a weatherman.

Okay, yes, you are a newsman.

But you are also the news

and I want to keep your momentum going.

You were terrific last night.

Almost dying, best thing you've ever done.

Oh, thank you.

How are you, by the way?

Oh, I'm fine, but--

Good, putting you in a storm is going to show the world

that you are fit and sane.

Well, of course I'm fit and sane.

Which is the rea--

which is the reason why I should not be wasting my time

standing in the rain telling people I'm standing in the rain.

My viewers are expecting something more from me.

Like what?

Answers. Insight. Revelation.

Hey, on the street they're calling me a hero.

A white Rodney King.

I'm supposed to like the sound of that?

Oh, well, actually, it was only one deranged individual.

I do not care. You are going to Galveston.

I agree with Bob. You should go.

Thank you. I gave you a second chance last night.

I can take it away.

Bob giveth, Bob taketh.

Juice?

Hello. - Hey.

Here's your coffee. - Thanks.

I can't believe he's going to Galveston.

I can't believe he's still alive.

Don't tell Walter, but that was actually

OxyContin in my Ambien bottle.

Oh, he's an ex-Marine. He can handle it.

I don't know if he can handle prison, though.

The Jewish lawyers are all over it.

Oh, good.

So you have no problem with what I just said?

'Cause I'm Jewish. You know that?

Morning.

Where'd you get those mugs?

All I found in the kitchen were these paper cups.

Oh, and Jim's sushi from yesterday, which I ate.

Sorry.

That wasn't from yesterday.

Harry, find out where Galveston is.

Texas, Major. - Texas?

Oh, Lord. I thought it was the title of a song.

I can't believe you sided with Gardner.

You know how I feel about the weather.

This isn't just about the weather, Walter.

This is climate change. This is mass extinction.

It's end days.

And Anderson Cooper's gonna be there.

Really?

Well, these are biblical times environmentally.

And Anderson isn't the only silver fox

who can look good in a rain slicker.

Silver fox?

A man's head is not the only place

he grows hair, Rosalie, as you well know.

Now, first things first, I want to thank you all

for supporting me during my crisis last night.

It's okay, Walter, we're absolutely--