Todd Frechette, why are you here?
- I'm going to school. - It's teachers' workday.
We did announcements about it every day this week. Go home.
- My mom's not home, and the door's locked. - Okay, then go bowling.
Or go play stupid video games, or go masturbate in your car.
Or whatever it is teenage boys do. You can't be here.
No, no, no, not... Ah, ah, ah. Go home. Go home.
Open this door, open the next door, open the door after that.
- But... - Keep walking.
- I'm walking. - We need a day without children.
- Please. - Okay!
- For the adults, please. - All right.
- Hey, Ray. Janelle here? - Yeah. She's getting ready for her travel race.
- Come in. - It's better if I stay out here.
Okay.
Nelle.
Dad?
Hey.
- You look good. - Thanks.
I just stopped by to drop off some things that you left at my place.
This macaroni bracelet you made.
A sonogram of you as an embryo.
This decorative ashtray.
It's a key bowl.
Well, whatever it is, this stuff is too painful to look at.
Perhaps Ray will appreciate them.
Dad, all I did was ask you not to come to motocross anymore.
- You're making a huge deal out of it. - No, you're making a big deal out of it.
You yelled at me in front of everyone.
You know what? I'm gonna go.
I don't wanna get too emotional and say something I'll regret.
I understand you have a race today.
I'd like it if you'd give me a call, let me know how you did...
track conditions.
I believe you owe me that much.
Have a nice life.
Hello, faculty and staff. Welcome to teacher workday.
- Now... - Yay!
Belinda Brown. Y'all raise it up.
All right, Mr. Russell.
I know we've had some squabbles recently, and if my teachers aren't feeling good...
that means I've messed up somewhere along the way.
So I'd like for us all to come together for some teamwork exercises.
We're all gonna meet in the gym and we're gonna have some good old-fashioned fun.
Heh-heh-heh. And after that, a catered lunch...
from Pogo's Tacos.
Oh, yay, I love tacos.
- Yay! - Yeah. Yeah!
Save a taco for me, okay? Heh-heh.
Dr. B? Java, java, java. Who wants some?
Already got one.
Oh, Mr. Gamby, I'd like you to compile a structural-leakage report today.
And I want you to take Miss Swift.
You need to do a walkabout, check all the rooms and the roof.
Fuck this day. Come on, Swift. Move your ass. Let's go.
What is wrong with him?
Oh, I don't know. Probably some stupid sports thing.
Hey, I'm... I'm really looking forward to me and you getting to have some fun times.
Are we just gonna eat and be bad all day?
I have something else in mind for you.
Mr. Russell, these are my sons, Luke and Mario.
What strong genes. One of them looks like Will Smith...
and the other one, he, uh...
- Well, I bet he's real nice. - You're gonna get to know them today, okay?
I need you to stay in here all day and keep your eyes on these two.
Excuse me? You want me to watch your kids the entire day? Well, what...?
I don't think that this falls under my job description.
Well, it does today, Mr. Russell.
And you're gonna be just fine.
Keep them in this room and do not let them out of your sight.
Y'all have fun now.
- Bye, Mama. - I need to...
Belinda? Uh, Dr. Brown?
- I just... - Hey, you smoke weed?
All right, Swift. Looks like we got two tiles, mild water damage.
Write that down.
Next room.
Knew it. This pipe is leaking. Mark it.
Looks like we got another hole in the dyke. Mark it, Swift.
Damaged tile, Swift. Don't look at me weird.
- I didn't know what that meant. - Are you sure?
- I... What...? - You are.
I'm just kidding. A dyke holds back water. And this looks like one broke, so...
Come on, Swift. Get in closer, look at it. Is it buckling?
- Maybe? - Do you wanna speak a language...
- or you just wanna moan and groan? - I can't really tell.
Is it damaged or not? Enough of the noises. I don't like the grunting.
It's making me uncomfortable.
Get down right now. Come on. There's a water-filtration problem on Hall D.
Check it out. Turn my flashlight off. You're wasting the batteries.
You're doing work on teacher workday? What a loser.
I hate today. There's no kids here to bust. What the hell am I doing here? It sucks.
Are you doing okay?
Fine. I've gotten over my daughter.
- "Over her"? - Yes, I've moved on.
- Okay. - Ray won her. So conversation over.
Well, uh, they say that food is good for the soul. And I am starving.
Do you wanna whip me up some breakfast?
I mean, the kitchen's all locked up.
- The big door's shut. - Then what are these for?
- Hmm? - Ow!
Sorry.
You are in for a treat today.
Got my famous Gamby breakfast scramble going here.
My daughter loves this.
Well, loved it.
She's not gonna be getting too much of this anymore.
Too bad, so sad.
I wanna help.
- You wanna help? - Yeah.
- Okay. - Show me.
- There's not really much to do. So just... - Take the handle?
- Yeah, move the whisk around. - Okay.
- Keep it slow and even... - Like that?
Just so it doesn't stick to the bottom of the frying pan.
- Okay. - Yeah, just...
Oh. Look. It's, uh, sticking here.
- Let it get away from us there for a moment. - Yeah.
You wanna get the plates for us to eat it on?
Yes. Okay.
Oh, fuck.
Well, that was good.
Yeah, I'm pretty stuffed.
I guess I'll see you at the team-building thing, huh?
- Okay. Yeah. See you. - Yeah.
- I'll take it. Yeah, okay. - Heh-heh.
- Yeah, bye. - Cool.
Large black male.
No. No, sir.
Hands out of that vending machine right now. Drop the snacks right there.
Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?
Shit. Shit. Get back here!
Come back here!
Son of a bitch.
- Submit to me. Submit to me. - Okay!
- Who are you? - Okay, man!
What are you doing here, huh?!
Dascious?
- You know this man, Dr. Brown? - I'm her husband, man.
- Ex-husband. - Maybe so, but I ain't an ex-father.
I got a right to see my boys.
I caught him trespassing, stealing food out of the machines.
They was hanging down cookies. They was paid for already.
Exactly why I had to leave your behind.
- You're just a bad influence. - They're my boys too.
You can't keep me from hugging my own sons.
Please, Belinda, I need them.
Mr. Gamby, take this broke-ass motherfucker out to the street.
- You heard her. Let's go. Come on. - Okay. "Broke-ass motherfucker."
- I want to see my damn boys. - Get out of here!
Look at his jeans.
Uh, yes, look at my jeans.
You wish you could afford them. They're 7 For All Mankind.
So why you gay?
I'm not.
Ha-ha. - Oh, okay.
Well, look at this.
That's a picture of me and my wife on a picnic yesterday.
- Blue skies. - She Chinese.
- She's Korean. - I wanna be a famous singer.
- You're not leaving this room. - Kids.
You're not leaving this room.
Hey, hey, hey, stop. Give me that.
- Give that to me. - Clap your hands
- Give it to me. Stop. Stop that. - Stomp your feet, make your body heat
- Give that to me. - Girl, I wanna get you to your knees
I see you peeping, girl You want a taste of this
I'm gonna rock your world...
Oh, that's my son, man. See, that's what I mean. That's my son.
- Go, go, go! - Come on, man! That's my son!
Give it to me.
- Just give it to me. God! - Your body heat
Just... Just... - What the hell?
You call your daddy? Huh?!
You call him again, I'm gonna beat both y'all asses.
Belinda? Can I just have a word with you?
But I have to ask. I'm really detecting all these very aggressive vibes from you.
I told you to keep them in that office for a reason.
Now, if I find them out of that office again, you might find yourself out of this office.
And what the hell you grinning about? Take your ass back in that office.
Only "nut" you know about is Planters. Coming in here, you talking crazy.
In a moment, I'll pass out these cards.
Place the card upon your forehead...
and then ask your partner yes-or-no questions only...
to try to guess the occupation.
This is about improving our communications skills.
Now, partner up.
All right, here we go.
Dibs on Gamby. Heh-heh!
Actually, I was gonna be partners with Miss Snodgrass.
Too late. Got your hand.
Stop.
Is it a stressful job?
It's definitely the hardest job in the world.
Uh, wardrobe mistress for Kinky Boots on Broadway.
- Do I work long hours? - You're obsessed with your job.
Okay.
What's going on with you and Gamby? You guys aren't a thing, right?
- It's none of your business. - Seriously? Neal Gamby?
So, heh...
- Is Amanda your girlfriend now or...? - Why don't you just butt out?
- I'm just wondering if your binder worked. - I told you not to say anything about that.
- Mind your own business. - Do you wanna cheat on her?
Can we just play the game? Can we play the stupid game?
Uh... Heh-heh.
- Do people wanna see me? - Heh-heh.
- A chef? - No.
- Astronaut? - No.
- Nanny? - Why have you shut me out?
- Traffic warden? - Am I helping people in some way?
No. You're a greedy jerk. You only care about yourself.
- You like it when I fuck you? - That's not anything...
This is about this job. I'm asking, do you like when this person fucks you?
I'm not talking about this anymore.
- Am I making enough to support my family? - Yes.
But you feel empty inside, like your life's work is meaningless.
What the fuck you say?
Excuse me.
- Is my job someone who cares about you? - No.
- Did you ever have feelings for this job? - No.
- Wife? - No way in hell is it a wife.
- Lover? - Nope. Nothing.
Best friend?
You're a truck driver. You're a dirty truck driver.
Don't spin him. What are you doing? Don't spin him. Stop.
You're gonna be drunk. You're gonna get out of this and throw up.
Will you please just stop it?
- How are things going with Mario and Luigi? - It fucking sucks, is how it's going.
But that's okay. I'm gonna turn it into a positive.
I'm gonna ply their minds for information about Big Mama.
The ultimate betrayal.
Why do you keep checking your phone? Ain't nobody fucking calling you.
Checking if my daughter texted me about her race, but she didn't.
She doesn't care about me anymore. I just hate teacher workdays.
I get emotionally fucked up in my head. There's nobody here except for the teachers.
Feel like they're looking at me like they're better than me.
Especially Abbot and Hayden. They do it the most.
Hayden? That recycling cunt? He wears clothes from Structure.
And Abbot's just a bipolar bitch. Fuck them.
I wish I could. Those were good insults.
I can't come up with stuff like that. That's not my forte.
Want the easiest way to go? For the throat, just like this?
- What? - Look for the face.
"Hey, you got fat-ass fucking ears." "Hey, look at your dumb-ass nose."
Or in your case, a fucking mustache.
Sometimes I go with you with the mustache. It's all here.
Yeah, just don't do that thing where you repeat a person's insult back at them.
- That's the worst. You do it all the time. - You do it.
Like that. That's what you just did. Don't be that person.
Don't be you, Gamby.
Got it.
Hey, Neal, you wanna come sit next to me?
Yeah.
Thanks for saving me a seat at the cool kids' table, huh? Heh-heh.
- Amanda, why don't you just sit in his lap? - Don't be a dick, Bill.
I'm a dick? Because as I recall, I read your book and did edits on it.
- So I guess that makes me a dick now. - Book?
- Don't... No. - Amanda wrote a kids' book.
No, I wrote a YA novel, not a kids' book, actually.
- Cool. - Yeah.
It's called Cassiopeia Falling, or some shit. It's about a dude that fucks dragons.
- What? - Ha-ha.
I'll be skipping that one. Heh-heh.
What's so funny about that?
You don't know what the story's about. Maybe it's not crazy. Maybe it's a cool story.
A guy who fucks dragons? It's more like bestiality.
Looks like something you're into with that shirt.
How many fucking zebras did you have to fuck to get that on?
For your information, I got this at Nordstrom. I didn't fuck zebras.
- Pfft. Nordstrom Rack. - No, real Nordstrom.
I've always imagined what a horse would look like when it talks. Now I know.
Stop trying to bully Miss Snodgrass. She wrote a book. That's pretty cool.
- It's probably more than you've done. - We're just having a good time.
It was mean, Bill.
Don't let these idiots get into your head. All right? Both these two fuckers.
Hold up for a second.
Hello? Janelle?
- Hello? - Neal?
Sorry, I have Janelle's phone. I must have butt-dialed you on accident.
- Are you guys at the race? - Yes. Janelle made the final heat.
Big whoop. You just called to make me sad, but guess what.
Fuck you. I'm not sad. It's the best teacher workday I've ever had.
Everyone's laughing at my jokes.
- So there. Enough. - Okay, listen, Neal. I gotta...
If you'll excuse me.
Neal.
- Awkward. - Shut up, horse face.
- Dr. Brown? - Hello, Mr. Gamby.
- Did you follow me here? - No, I was just doing a patrol of...
I just needed a place to think.
Looks like this is where the kids come to smoke. Figures.
I couldn't control my own family. Why would I be able to control my school?
Are you upset about that, uh, black gentleman?
He's a lying, cheating piece of shit.
Never should have married that man.
What happened with you two?
I caught his ass butt-naked in the bed with a dancer from Club Risqué.
My son saw the whole thing.
Their daddy pulling out of this nasty-ass ho.
Dick all big and wet...
like a damn French dip sandwich.
I knew I had to get my boys out of that town.
But he just won't quit trying to get his kids back.
Well, that, that I can understand.
- Oh, you defending his lying ass now? - No, I'm not.
I'm... I'm just speaking from personal experience.
Ah. I lost a child of my own.
Mr. Gamby. I'm so sorry, I didn't know that.
My daughter, she, uh...
She recently had enough of me...
and decided that she would swap me out for a dad that she likes better.
I try to put on a tough exterior...
but all I can do is just think about her and how she doesn't love me anymore.
- I am so sorry, Mr. Gamby. - It's all right. It's not your fault.
You know, you got your boys.
So compared to Dascious, you didn't do too bad.
I appreciate you saying that. I'm there for you. Okay?
Y'all ever seen real pussies before?
Mm-hm.
Oh.
Mmm.
Not so gay now, am I?
This will be our little secret. Y'all know how to keep secrets, right?
Yeah.
Good.
Good. Me too. I know how to keep secrets, all kinds of secrets. Dark secrets.
Maybe there's some secrets y'all want to share with me.
- Like what? - Oh, I don't know.
Like, what's Mama like at home?
Does she ever do any fucked-up shit...
- or anything at home, maybe sometimes? - She fucked Luke.
Really? Are you serious?
She fucked us both.
Tell me everything.
I need to know every single thing that has happened to you two.
Can we go to the vending machine and get snacks first?
Well, I'm really not supposed to let you leave this room.
But I will go get you whatever you want...
as long as when I come back, you tell me all of your dirty little secrets.
- Deal. - Deal.
- Hey. - Oh, Miss Snodgrass.
Heading to the closing ceremony?
Yep. Are you okay?
- You ran off. - Yeah, I'm fine.
The real question is, are you okay?
Hayden came at you pretty hard.
- He's an asshole. - His opinions are pretty stupid too.
- I mean, I for one would love to read your book. - No, you don't. It sucks.
You let Hayden read it, and you won't let me?
I write two memos a day and he teaches history.
Now I know you're crazy.
- Goddamn it. - What are you doing here?
- You know Brown doesn't wanna see you. - I know, I know, but... You seen a little wallet?
- No, I haven't seen a wallet. - I must have lost it while you was chasing me.
All right. Here it is. Right here!
Okay, snack attack. Who's hungry?
Get back here!
Oh, shit.
Get back here!
Ha!
Oh, sick. Check this shit out.
Back here again.
- Get back here! - Oh, shit.
See, we should definitely be high while doing this shit.
Oh, shit, don't move.
- Fuck you, man. - The auditorium.
- What? Oh, God. - Go.
Teaching can feel like a solo job...
because it's just you in the classroom, holding it down.
- But we can use teamwork... - Hey! Stop the proceedings.
Dascious? Get the fuck out of there!
- Dascious is here, into the school. - Just let me say one thing.
Um...
Belinda, I know... I know that I fucked up in the past.
Bad.
Fact is...
I failed you as a husband...
and for that, I'm sorry. I'll never forgive myself.
But, please...
please, don't let me fail my boys.
Oh, real nice! Getting high on school grounds.
Only reason I'm not expelling you...
is because you don't go to school here. You lied to me.
Now, let's go. Come down right this second.
We'll come down if you smoke this.
Come on.
- Come on, come on. - Ungh!
Throw... Just... Will you throw it down, please? Throw it down.
Okay, I'm high now. Does that make you feel good?
Now come down. Your mom's gonna be in her office at any minute.
A hundred dollars.
- Eight dollars. - A hundred.
I'll give you $16 and that's it.
One hundred dollars.
Okay, 19.50, and that's my last and final offer ever.
A hundred dollars. I'm still thinking $100.
- Fuck! - Heh-heh-heh.
I wanna believe you, I do. But those boys can't unsee what they saw.
- They saw his dick. - You remember how they cried?
But I know a man needs his kids.
And I suppose they need you too.
You cannot come back and live with us...
but I can't control who stays at the Aristocrat Inn.
You for real?
I am.
Now, fool, get out of that booth so we can go get our boys.
Why don't they get them?
Lee, you better get those kids wrangled up.
Mama Bear is on her way back.
- Fuck. Right now? - Yes, now. Where are you?
- Move, move. Faster than that. Let's go. - I'm coming. Damn.
- What are you doing? - I'm high as a motherfucker.
Your mother is on her way back to the office right now.
And if we're not in that office when she gets there...
she'll beat all of our asses black.
- So move! Get up. - Shit, come on.
Big Mama's coming!
- Okay, all right. - Good to see you too.
- We can hold hands or something. - No.
Hold on, I need a little refreshment.
Mmm.
She's gonna kill us.
Oh, shit. Refreshing as hell.
Whew! Heh.
Had to come up for air. Heh.
- Actually, you know... - This way.
We never showed Dascious the music hall. Maybe he wants to see it.
No, we can skip that. Dascious?
Go. What are you waiting for? Go! Fly!
This way, you stupid piece of shit.
Faster. God, you're going on a diet after this.
"And at that very moment, Pinocchio awoke...
and opened wide his eyes."
- Boys? - Oh, hey, B.
Someone's here to see you.
Boys, you got a hug for your daddy? Come here!
Hey! Ha-ha-ha.
Let me look at you.
I really appreciated our talk.
Yeah, me too.
How you doing? You tall. Oh, my God.
Hold up, Russell.
- How'd it go? - Good.
No problems whatsoever.
Your boys, they're a dream.
You're a lying sack of shit.
- Come on, come on. Mwah! - Thank you, baby. Mwah!
Oh! Here you are.
- I've been looking all over for you. - Oh, hey.
Yeah, I was just up here finishing up this shit.
- What's that? - It's my book.
I thought maybe you could read it.
Yeah, I'd love to. I'm flattered.
It's still really rough. I mean, all the stuff with King Olgar...
and Favian the Huntsman needs to be fleshed out better.
- But I think you might like Bluffin the Wizard. - Bluffin the Wizard? Sounds fascinating.
I'm a slow reader, so if this takes me a while to read it...
- I hope you don't get offended. - No. Take your time. No rush.
Yeah.
On a personal note...
I just want you to know that I...
I just think that you're a multi-talented, very terrific...
- I'm gonna put your book down, okay? - Oh. Yeah.
Look at this fuck machine, all smiling.
Yeah, did me good.
This wasn't a bad teacher workday after all, was it?
- Nope. - Hold up. This bitch.
Yo, Gale, you can save your butt dials for someone else.
I just did it with the hottest teacher in school and I'm totally over my daughter.
Neal, stop. We're... Janelle's been in an accident. We're at the hospital.
What? Is she okay?
She's okay, she just... She needs you.
- She just keeps calling out for you. - She needs me?
Gamby?
Gamby!
What the fuck, Gamby?!
Man, she came in hot on the third...
- Daddy? - Baby, it's okay. It's okay.
I'm here. I'm here, baby.