Mr. Geiss, I'm so sorry.
I just found out that you're here.
I'd have my assistant sit on his naughty stool
if he didn't love it so much.
No apologies.
I was just admiring your "Bulb" cover.
Thank you, sir. Why don't you, uh...
Are you all right?
It's the diabetes.
I'm light-headed all the time.
I can't see a damn thing.
We're all getting older, sir.
Tell me about it.
My baby girl is getting married.
She and her fiancé are out
choosing floral arrangements right now.
Fire Island, really?
Love to come out, fight the surf together,
light a fire, check each other for ticks.
Ooh.
Kathy, I think I just found the perfect place for our honeymoon.
You're getting a fine son-in-law, sir.
Banks would do... anything for the company.
I know there's no love lost between you and Devin.
You've both been competing for my job for almost a year,
hanging in there
while so many others cracked under the pressure,
like Bob Duncan.
The head of the Stress Ball Division hanged himself.
Now it's come down to you and Banks.
This decision was not easy, Jack.
Banks is joining my family.
I understand, sir.
But I'm not running a family. I'm running a business!
So I'm going with you! Congratulations!
You're going to run this company!
[Crying] Oh, my God!
Oh, thank you!
I told myself I wasn't going to do this.
Oh, happy day!
It's all right.
You get one cry in life. You've chosen well.
When will this be made public, sir?
I want my mother to know before she dies
so she goes to her grave a defeated woman.
Well, only the two of us can know now.
I've got to present it to the board.
You've got to get your successor in place.
I've got a short list ready.
Well, word of advice...
Whoever you chose has got to be someone you trust.
I guess that rules out the Federal Reserve.
[Both laugh]
FRANK: What do you want me to do, Liz?
Oh, you idiot, with your stupid face!
You look like Gene Simmons had sex with a basset hound!
Not cool, Liz. It's your fault!
Oh, it's my fault that we pulled an all-nighter
and then you lost the entire script
because you downloaded a virus on my computer?
First of all, the subject of the e-mail was "Check this out."
You expect me not to open that?
And second of all, it is your fault,
because if you hadn't created this show,
we wouldn't even be here!
Yeah, Liz sucks!
Boo.
Do you think this is where I wanted to end up?
I had dreams!
I was gonna live with the gorillas!
Is it the 8 of diamonds?
Nope.
Pay attention to me! I'm inconsolable!
Uh-oh. What happened, Tray?
Tracy Jr. Left his music stick at home.
His flute.
So I drove to the school to give it to him,
and guess what I discovered!
Excuse me. I...
[Sighs]
He didn't invite you to Bring Your Dad to School Day?
What did you do, sir?
[Sobbing]
If I'm such a bad dad, why are we all dancing?
[Sobbing]
My own son is ashamed of his father.
That's horrible.
Everyone knows the only thing we should be ashamed of
is our bodies.
They think I'm a joke 'cause I clown around for a living.
I got to do something important
so that my children will respect me,
like be a senator or a wizard.
Or you could open a school in Africa like Oprah.
Everybody, calm down!
Think of an idea... something that will change the world.
Eureka!
What is it, Tray?
We should call Eureka. She always has good ideas.
[Crunching]
[Whispering] Lemon!
Lemon, are you in there?
Oh! Jack, I was just reading about gorilla researchers
for a sketch we're doing, making fun of them...
for devoting their lives to the jungle
and its noble inhabitants.
Lemon, I want to share a secret with you.
I spoke with Don Geiss.
A few days from now, it will be officially announced...
...that I am the next chairman of GE.
[Gasps]
Oh, my God! Congratulations!
Oh... hugging.
So ethnic.
Why don't we, uh...
Well, I still have to be approved,
but that's just a formality.
Geiss has stacked the board of directors
with the most reliable collection
of sycophantic yes-men
this side of an Al Franken book signing...
his golf cronies, his Army buddies,
various unemployable family members,
and his hunting dogs.
The board won't be a problem.
Well, again, congratulations.
Why do I smell self-tanning cream and teeth whitener?
Banks.
Hi, Jack.
Devin.
Once they cast Clay Aiken in "Spamalot,"
I knew it was only a matter of time before you showed up here.
Oh, when I'm living here and running this company,
I'll go see him every week, until "Spamalot" closes...
or he leaves the show.
Oh, I almost forgot.
I'm having my bachelor party tomorrow night.
Bachelor party? Indeed.
The hottest girls from New York's top boob shacks
are removing their brassieres.
And I kind of want to get to know my new home,
so I'm gonna have the party here on the "TGS" stage.
On my stage? No way!
Oh, hey, there, little guy. [Chuckles]
What the hell? We have rehearsal.
I'm gonna tell him he can't... No, no, no, no, no, no.
The most important thing is to know who you can trust and who you can't trust,
and that man cannot be trusted.
What are you worrying about? You have the job.
It's not over till it's over.
The game is still on.
Nobody plays it like Banks.
Stay clear of him, little buddy.
Then, after you carbonate it, you drink it.
Sounds like soda pop.
Damn it!
Why is leaving your children a legacy that'll live forever
so hard?
It's been almost half an hour!
Maybe we should take a break, Mr. Jordan.
Yeah, I need to clear my thoughtsicles.
Which one of my two favorite pastimes shall I indulge in?
Video games or pornography?
That's it!
Make a porn video game!
[Thud]
Hey, Liz.
It is Liz, right?
Mm-hmm.
Where's your buddy Jack?
Packing up his office?
I don't know anything about Jack,
so you're wasting your time.
Huh.
So, you don't know about him accidentally selling NBC
to some Germans?
Uh, no.
Really?
'Cause rumor has it that he's trying to pull a death spiral,
inflating the company's value, shorting his own stock,
and then making a killing.
What? No, that's completely not true.
Jack was nowhere near that meeting.
He wasn't even in New York,
'cause he was off with his girlfriend,
leaving me in charge.
So, take that... Liz.
[Scoffs] Oh, God.
That was so easy.
Like taking candy from one of those guys
who gives out candy at gay nightclubs.
Oh, my God, please don't say anything.
I'll give you Kenneth.
[Clears throat]
Well, as enticing as that is,
I'm straight now,
and I think that my future father-in-law
needs to hear about Jack's little... career killer.
Well, then he'll also need to know
about the security-camera footage
of you cheating on his daughter with another woman.
What?
No.
No! No!
God! Ew!
Oh, God! God!
Ugh!
You loved it!
A porn video game? It can't be done.
Look, Tray, history's greatest perverts have tried...
Walt Disney, Larry Flynt, the Japanese.
But they can't do it because of the uncanny valley.
Let me show you something. Check out this chart.
You see, as artificial representations of humans
become more and more realistic,
they reach a point
where they stop being endearing and become creepy.
Tell it to me in "Star Wars."
All right, we like R2-D2 and C-3PO.
They're nice.
And, up here, we have a real person, like Han Solo.
He acts like he doesn't care, but he does.
But, down here, we have a CGI stormtrooper
or Tom Hanks in "The Polar Express."
I'm scared! Get me out of there!
And that's the problem.
You're in the valley now, and it's impossible to get out.
That's where you're wrong.
I was born to design a video game
where characters get weird with each other for golden points.
My genius will not be denied.
I'm like Mozart.
You're like that guy that was always jealous of Mozart.
Salieri?
No, thank you. Already ate.
You will not deter me.
The world is gonna remember the name Tracy Jordan.
[Classical music plays]
Wow. Well played, Lemon.
To get through it, I pretended he was a sandwich.
It's good to have you in my corner.
Hey, you know, I've always got your back.
Uh, Lemon...
where do you see yourself in five years?
Realistically? Um, teaching improv on cruise ships.
Lemon, I'm promoting you
to head of East Coast Television and Microwave Oven Programming.
What?
When did you get microwaves back?
You're going to be my successor.
No! No, no, I'm not an executive.
Executives are like, "Huh, uh, uh!"
And I'm like, ? Ha ha ha la la la la?
I mean, I'm... I'm a creative person.
Sure, there are times when my job is frustrating,
like when Lutz calls in sick with March Madness,
but I mostly love it.
This is the starting salary.
Suck it, monkeys! I'm going corporate!
[Laughter]
Word is, the board is meeting later this week.
Geiss must be close to making a decision.
I wouldn't know anything about that.
Hey, guys, let's change the subject to sucking at golf
so Donaghy has something to talk about.
[Laughter]
I'm sorry about that. I'm a little nervous.
Don't apologize. You're a natural.
I'm feeling pretty drunk.
Well, it's business drunk. It's like rich drunk.
Either way, it's legal to drive.
All right, gentlemen, we should do some work.
Boo!
You suck, Stan!
[Laughter]
As you know, we've sunk a lot of money
into developing this new microwave "start" button.
It's been 4 years and $10 million.
I think it's time we pull the trigger.
What do you think?
I kind of like the old button.
Button Classic. I love it.
Button Classic? That's fantastic!
Oh, my God, guys, we are crushing it.
[Laughter]
Your first executive decision,
and you've already saved this company
$2 million in future R&D.
But what if I'm wrong?
There is no wrong.
Lemon, you just have to find a subordinate
you can push the blame onto.
That's why I love Jorgenson here.
[Laughter]
[Both chuckle]
I think you're ready to meet the old man.
Geez, Jack, offer to buy a girl dinner first.
STAN: Classic Lemon.
[Classical music plays]
I've never seen you like this, Mr. Jordan.
This project is consuming you.
No, for the first time in my life, I know my purpose.
I'm doing this for my children.
My genius has come alive, like toys when your back is turned.
I see the potential for erotica in everything around me.
This cup, this table. Even you, Kenneth.
Well, I am wearing a cuffed trouser today.
Tracy, what are you doing? They need you in wardrobe!
I'm inventing a porn video game!
Let this man work! No one is to disturb him!
Don't hold your breath, Pete. It can't be done.
Or else I would have solved it a long time ago.
Yeah, I would have.
Hey, nerds, guess who's got two thumbs,
speaks limited French, and hasn't cried once today.
This moi.
Liz.
Hi.
You can't be serious about going off with Donaghy.
How can you abandon me like this?
No. I'm gonna promote you out of here.
You're gonna be an executive.
I don't want to be an executive.
This is your starting salary.
[Gasps]
[Slow R&B music plays, indistinct conversations]
Uh, Don? I'd like you to meet Liz Lemon.
Aren't you the gal who pioneered the Button Classic campaign?
That was me.
Where the hell has Donaghy been hiding you?
Oh, my blood sugar is dropping.
Liz, sweetie, can you run out to the dessert table
and get me something?
Oh, sure, but you should know that I work for tips.
[Laughs]
You've got the charm and spark of a young Leona Helmsley.
[Laughs]
[Paper rustling, classical music plays]
Is that... Has he finished?
Not yet, but don't disturb him.
He can't keep going like this.
He was up for six hours straight.
My God, he's a genius.
[Crying] My God.
[Up-tempo music plays]
Ugh. Look at that loser, sitting all alone and sad.
He's like me yesterday. I hate him.
Oh, I don't know, Lemon.
I'm actually starting to feel sorry for the poor bastard.
[Chuckling] Oh, boy, you got your period?
Whoo! Business drunk.
More business juice, please.
Oh, right. Geiss!
So, are you enjoying the party?
[Chuckling] How could I not be?
Just can't wait to take this sexual energy back to Kathy.
Banks, don't do this. Don't marry Kathy.
It may not be worth it.
Why not?
We're absolutely perfect for each other.
She loves that I work out a lot and talk to people.
And I love how she enjoys crawling into cabinets
and vents and other enclosed spaces,
like behind the dryer, for instance.
You don't really love this woman.
Look how miserable you are at your own bachelor party.
That's not why I'm miserable, you idiot.
I'd marry a thousand Kathy Geisses to be CEO.
I'm miserable because I know that I'm not getting it.
Yeah, Geiss told me that it was gonna be you, Jack...
at my own sham bachelor party.
Mr. Geiss, I'm sorry I took so long.
Mr. Geiss?
Aw, blurgh!
[Sighs]
So, go ahead, Donaghy. Rub it in my face.
Normally, I'd say, "I bet you'd like that," but today I won't.
Devin, I'm the only other person
who understands what you were willing to do for this job
and how devastated you must be that you're not going to get it.
It's like when Christian won "Project Runway,"
even though Rami was clearly the better draper.
Oh, God.
I've got to call this wedding off.
Devin...
I just want you to know...
I hate-respect you.
And I you.
[Chuckles]
I think Geiss is dead.
We've got to call Dr. Spaceman.
[Suspenseful classical music plays]
Duet becomes a trio!
The trio becomes a quartet!
And on and on! Do you have it?
You go too fast!
[Sighs]
[Breathing heavily]
Why?!
[Breathing heavily]
[Growling]
I've given my whole life to porn,
and he does it in one day!
One day!
Aah!
What's wrong with him, Leo?
Well, to the untrained eye,
he'd appear to be what we in the medical community
call "sleeping."
But he is, in fact, in a diabetic coma,
which could have been avoided by what we call "eating."
[Crunching]
Do whatever you can, Leo. He has to wake up.
[Sighs] Okay.
This is the gross part.
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew.
Ugh! Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Almost done, almost done.
Aah! Oh.
Ugh!
[Sighs]
Damn it.
That shot was just a placebo.
[Scoffs]
I was hoping this was psychological.
He may not be faking it for attention.
Jack, have you seen Don?
Oh, boy, that doesn't look good.
Don't panic, Jorgenson. It's under control.
He just has to say one sentence.
Couldn't you just, you know,
inject something right into his heart?
Oh, I'd love to,
but we have no way of knowing where the heart is.
See, every human is different.
Jack?
It's okay. Don isn't feeling well.
He's in a diabetic coma.
But possibly faking.
How did this happen?
It was Jorgenson's fault!
Fair enough.
It's all right. I'm in charge now.
Uh, you see, yesterday, I met with Don,
and he said I'm going to become his successor, so I'm the CEO.
Jack, if this is a power grab, it's in very bad taste.
No, no, he said it. He told me to keep it a secret.
No, it's true. I heard it secondhand from Jack.
Banks! Banks knows! He can back me up.
Jack...
Jack, I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, Daddy!
Daddy, no! Daddy!
Is it 411 or 911?
Uh, New York.
Uh, diabetes repair, I guess.
LIZ: Jack, I know you're mad at me.
Lemon, I am not mad at you.
Look, "TGS" is really where I belong.
I'm not cut out to be an executive.
Nonsense.
Granted, you almost killed Don Geiss,
but let's not forget Button Classic.
Right, Button Classic. I crushed that.
So, we both had a mixed day. That's business.
Today, the board is meeting,
and I am still their best candidate.
And after I state my case,
I'm sure they will want to fulfill
Don Geiss' pre-coma wish.
Oh, okay, great, because I don't think I can return this,
'cause I got business sick all over it when I got home.
[Classical music plays]
Get out of here, Banks.
I have nothing to say to you before this meeting.
Then I'll do the talking for the both of us.
[Lmitating Jack] What do you mean, Banks?
[Normal voice] I'll tell you, Jack.
There is no meeting today.
See, I convinced the board
to have an emergency meeting last night.
I tried to call you, but not on a phone,
so you may not have heard me.
Devin, what did you do?
I did what's best for the company.
You see, I convinced them it was best to act quickly
to quell any fears among investors,
and everyone agreed that, for the sake of continuity,
the Geiss family's steady hand should remain on the wheel.
[Slurping]
[Dog barking]
Of course, Kathy's gonna need some guidance,
but that's what her fiancé is for.
No, this can't happen.
Oh, it's happening.
Now, get out of our office.
[Toilet flushes]
I didn't hear handwashing.
[Chuckles softly]
[Mid-tempo classical music plays]