72 HOURS

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Here she is! Voted sexiest physician in New York City

over the last six years, by me.

It was unanimous.

What's up, dummy? I missed you last night.

I missed you too. How many lives did you save?

-Just three. - Three? You're not counting me?

You save my life every day.

-I feel alive when I'm with you. - Aw, you're so sweet.

- You're clearly in a good mood. - I am in a good mood.

It's this Adweek article.

-It's so good. - Yes, look at my man!

Your little lean over the desk is real cute.

No, no, it's not cute. That's a power lean.

- -I'm asserting my dominance.

Means we're a power couple, babe. A power couple.

Speaking of that, Mayo Clinic needs my decision ASAP.

That's really big. That puts you in position to be the head of surgery.

I know, but it just doesn't feel right.

Besides, I'm excited for this next chapter of us here together.

"Miami Bitches"?

- I've been doing a lot of thinking. -What's goin' on?

-And I'm just… I'm ready to do this. -What the fuck?

You gotta be shittin' me. I know you fuckin' lyin'.

-Uh-uh. - Babe, for real?

What the fuck? No.

That is not the answer I wanna hear after saying I'm excited for our next chapter.

Babe, no. I just got a bunch of random text messages,

and it ended with a dick doin' a windmill.

- That's what I'm referrin' to. -You're having an eventful morning.

So I'm gonna let you handle that, and you just holler at me later, okay?

Okay, we'll talk later. Hey. Hey!

I love you.

-Love you. - Savin' my life .

- Morning, Joe. -How you doin'?

-Hi, Joe. -Good morning, Tracy.

Amazing job on that presentation. Super proud of you guys.

- Oh, thanks. - There he is.

- Oh! -Our new chief creative officer!

No, Barry, don't do that. Don't jinx me.

Nobody's made an official decision. Put it back in your pants until they do.

Everybody knows you're the boss man's top pick.

Just stop. What the fuck are you wearing? What is that on your face?

-These? Smart glasses. -What?

I'm building a campaign for this bullshit wearables company.

It's got Internet, I can listen to music. And it records video.

- - You're recording me right now?

- -Don't look at me like that.

Your eyes gettin' all weird. Are they the Pervert 7000s? What the fuck?

They have a whole suite of wearables.

-Look at this necklace. -

-That's a camera too? -It's a sexy body cam.

Oh, shit. Is that the campaign?

-Absolutely not. -Fuck, yeah.

-No. -Sexy body cam.

- -I don't know what you're trying.

But I'm not the audience.

-See the world from between your nipples. -Look, Barry, you gotta see this.

-I got added to a random group chat. -

-The hell is this? -I don't know.

Boys! Men! In 24 hours, we touch down in Miami

to give away Mason Moses.

-Aka Emily's bitch! -Aaah!

-"Emily's bitch"? -Show up with a good attitude.

And yes, I'm talkin' to you, Hunter.

No one gives a shit about your breakup, you giant white pussy.

I have secured a Deluxe BNB

that can only be described as "within our agreed-upon budget."

Oh my God. It looks like a goddamn prison cell.

And, yeah, it looks sus. But that's 'cause we're broke, okay?

-What? -But for three days, we get Mason!

-Before he puts his penis in dick jail. -

-Clink! -You know what? I'm gonna help these guys.

-What… what are you doing? -"Hey, guys, my name is Joe."

"Uh, one of you is an idiot, and you can't type for shit,

which is why I am in the chat."

"No worries. I was young and broke once too."

"I come bearing gifts."

-"Here's… $200 via Venmo." -

"Consider your first round of drinks on me."

Did you actually just pay them?

Yeah, I did.

-Okay. -Real recognizes real.

These guys just don't stop.

They're inviting me.

-To Miami? -Yeah, they want me to go.

Joe, they're ready for you. Terry can't wait to see your presentation.

-You have the presentation ready? -Yeah, of course.

I got this.

Each generation has a moment where we define who we are.

There's no cap.

Where we see our ops gettin' dubs and say, "Bet, we about to eat, fam."

'Cause we on some vibey-type shit.

And now that it's our time, we're gonna rizz all over it.

Unlimited Premium Vodka.

Mmm?

Rizz up.

Oh, I don't need a clap.

You don't have to clap.

Ugh. That was so cringe.

- Yeah. -Sorry, Daniel, what'd you say?

I said it was cringe, Joe.

-Everybody, I'm gonna need the room, okay? - Yeah.

-All right. Let's, uh… - Joe, could you hold back?

You know, your last three campaigns, they've been total misses for Gen Z.

That Fanta ad where the two bottles are talking about changing pronouns

from "he" to "him" to "refreshing" and "delicious,"

I… What the fuck was that?

-Just trying to be inclusive-- -I mean, the sales just tanked.

The board has said that if you can't land Unlimited as a client,

then we're gonna have to do a pivot and maybe bring in somebody younger

for the chief creative officer position, okay?

Somebody like… you know, Daniel.

-You're talkin' about that Daniel? -Yeah.

You just don't seem to get youth culture anymore.

I mean, if we're gonna survive as an agency,

we can't be seen as old.

Then let me… let me win the Unlimited campaign back.

Give me a chance to win it back.

Terry, give me 72 hours.

Let me go get it.

If you can land that Unlimited campaign, then… the CCO is yours.

But if you fuck me,

you'll be out of a job.

I will not fuck you.

- -I can't lose this job.

You always talk about startin' your own shop.

So maybe now is the moment, okay? I'll come work for you.

Barry, I say a lot of shit. Just because I say it doesn't mean I'mma do it.

I've been climbin' this corporate ladder for ten years.

Ten years I've been climbin' this ladder. I'm not ready to jump off.

More importantly, what the fuck am I gonna say to Jen? She just moved in.

Goddamn kids. No, guys. They're tryin' to get me to come party.

I'm not goin' to go party with a bunch of 20-something-year-olds. No, thank you.

Oh, my.

Barry, the group chat. The bachelor party.

What about it?

What if this is my opportunity

to get feet first in a manner like nobody else has?

Matter of fact, my pitch, basically,

is comin' from their mouths straight to the CEO's.

Are we sure you're actually invited? Or are they just fucking with you?

No, I'm not. So we put a feeler out.

-A feeler. See what they say. -Put out a feeler.

"All right, guys, look, if you want me to go, I'll consider on one condition."

Oh, somebody's typin'.

Oh, you fuckin' with me, huh?

All right, well, "How about if I foot the bill for this?"

Hey! Have you seen my Just for Men?

Yes, baby, it's right here, but I don't think you need it.

I like the silver fox look.

No, when them grays start popping, you gotta take it down.

-That's why I need it. Was it downstairs? -Yes.

Leavin' stuff all over the place. Losin' my mind.

-Okay, well, what are you packing for? -Uh…

-I don't want you to panic. Be cool. -Okay.

-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.

-I didn't get the promotion. -Wait, what?

-The pitch tanked. -What happened?

-Terry feels like I'm gettin' too old. -Damn!

- I'm sorry, baby. -It's fine. Right?

Like, I don't really agree with the whole "I'm gettin' old" thing,

but, uh… that's how he feels, you know?

I think that's nuts. Ouch.

- -But it is what it is.

But it's cool, that gives me a second to kinda reprioritize things in my life.

Get myself together, think about things that are important to me as a man.

When I talk about takin' a leap, it means change.

-You cannot be afraid of change. -

I think that I'm at a… a point

where I just wanna make better decisions for us.

-Yes. -Do more for us.

-Yes. Yes. -Be more for us.

-I'mma go to Miami. -

What?

Remember the group chat where I had the guys in there? I'm gonna go.

I think I can fix this pitch by studying them in Miami.

So you're gonna go to a stranger's bachelor party?

Yeah.

I feel like a fool.

Oh, sh…

Okay.

Hey, you didn't think I was proposin', did you?

Yes! The commitment, settling down?

Come on, now, what about those things scream "proposal"?

Joe, you're on one knee.

Yeah, uh, 'cause I'm puttin' stuff in my bag.

Okay, wait. Okay.