The Consultant (2023) s01e03 Episode Script
Friday
1
Unfortunately, Mr. Sang
cannot be with us today.
He was taken by the devil.
Have you ever heard of Viktor Kulzer?
Hilltech Industries?
He signed the same contract as Sang,
and he was found
decapitated two weeks later.
That's your personnel file. I
came by it in the records room.
- We have a records room?
- Of course.
Every company I ever consulted
at has a records room.
- Where do they go?
- They just fall to the bottom.
What do you want to find
when you stop falling?
He wants to make it! In two years,
Sang never took a
single pitch I gave him.
- And then Patoff shows up
- He killed Mama Sang!
Wait, what?
God!
It it was the parrot this time!
He loves it.
According to the flight manifest,
Mama Sang flew back to Seoul that night.
I'm sure he just filled a
suitcase filled with money
and sent her on the first flight home.
- That's what I woulda done.
- Where?
In your fantasy world
where you're suddenly
running the company?
Hey. Show some respect.
I'm a creator now.
Look at him. He can't get enough of it.
Well, your new biggest fan fired
23 people in the first week,
15 more people quit in protest.
Yikes. Well, who did we
really lose? You know?
Ginger Pete, and Skinny Lips in
art, I'm gonna miss them a lot,
but the rest of 'em, I
didn't even really know 'em.
See you Monday.
Not if I find something better.
Well, today you're mopping floors,
next week, you're on fries.
- Goodnight, Mr. Patoff.
- Craig?
- You're leaving?
- Oh, it's Friday,
so everybody's just about
to head out for the weekend.
- You have arrangements?
- Nothing special.
My fiancée's got a work
thing, so I was just gonna go
down the road and grab a beer,
- kill an hour or two.
- A beer?
Do you want to come?
I'll need ten minutes to prepare.
I thought you left already.
He invited himself to Chimpers with me.
Friday night drinks with the boss?
Do you know what you're
getting yourself into?
I'm just playing nice
while he makes my game.
- Will you come with us?
- I can't. I've got a date.
- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.
He's picking me up
after he finishes work.
What? Who is he? What does he do?
- What are you, my dad?
- I'm ready.
Craig?
Ah, it's just one
drink. Have a good date.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
So, how are you enjoying the
gaming industry, Mr. Patoff?
How many of these patrons
do you think we could
realistically fight?
Excuse me?
In a brawl. Five?
- Um
- Six?
I don't know.
I've only been in one bar
fight, and that didn't go my way.
One on one, or were you outnumbered?
It was actually just two hits.
Him hitting me, and then me
hitting the floor.
He hurt you?
It was pretty bad,
actually. My jaw was all
They had to get it all wired up.
May I inquire as to the
reason of this fight?
I was young and I thought
that I was invincible.
Until the bigger guy took
a moment out of his day
to remind me that I'm not.
I think I could fight four of them.
And with the element of surprise,
you could subdue the remaining three.
But this is just guy talk, right?
We're not actually thinking
of getting into a bar fight?
- Forgive me, Craig.
- I thought
Mental puzzles.
I'm always running scenarios in my head.
All right.
Well, maybe you should
drink more of your beer
slow that hamster wheel
down a little bit, right?
Yes, let's enjoy our beers.
You mentioned a relationship earlier.
Yeah, Patti, my fiancée.
We're actually gonna make
it official in September.
We're going to have a wedding
with about 100, 150 guests.
How about you, you have
any you have a family, or
Church wedding?
Yeah, that's kind of an issue right now,
'cause Patti's Catholic and I'm not.
I'm really more, Church
of Nintendo, you know?
But in order to be at one
of the venues of her choice,
I'm gonna have to
convert to Catholicism,
which is a whole
procedure, and, you know.
You you would consider
this, for the Catholic?
For Patti? Yeah.
I mean, it's just a couple
months of brainwashing.
I think it'll be fine.
Now it gets interesting.
You know what? I actually
- I have to go.
- It's over already, our beer?
Yeah, Patti, she she I
don't know if she has the keys
and I'm worried about leaving
her alone in this neighborhood.
The woman who insists you adopt
a faith you don't believe in
also expects you to
open the door for her?
It's better than getting in a bar fight.
I knew we would have good banter, Craig.
Now, let's finish these and
move on to the next place.
The next place? I actually
have so much work this weekend,
I think I better be heading out.
You were generous enough to
bring me here for a drink.
Now let me take you somewhere in return.
We're not going far.
Ten, please.
Top floor?
You're not afraid of
heights, are you, Craig?
Not me, boss.
Welcome, gentlemen.
Your guest
Of course.
Down to your underpants.
- What?
- Ah, it's my fault.
I should have explained,
there is a dress code.
Unless you feel that the
rules were not made for you.
Craig.
There is someone I want to say hello to.
Order us some drinks at the bar.
Hey, what do you got on tap?
Pick a color.
Give me two blues.
Thanks. I think we're probably
going to want to start a tab.
You don't belong here, do you?
Is it that obvious?
I came here with my boss, I
think he must be a member here.
What did you do?
What do I do? Um, I
write code for, uh
No, I, uh, create and
produce video games.
Milani.
This is my dear friend, Craig.
Hey, Milani. I'm Craig.
He's engaged to be married.
He's abandoning his beliefs for her.
To be fair, I never really
had any to begin with.
Where did you meet her, Craig?
At work? Most relationships
start at work, don't they?
Ah. It's actually not a great story.
I was getting something removed
and she was the attending nurse.
What did she take off?
A benign, fatty lump.
It was behind my left shoulder.
It was about the size of a golf ball.
How romantic.
Carry a little piece of the
one you love, everywhere you go.
I don't know that she kept it, but
Um, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
I'll let you two catch up.
Uh, three more on your return.
Sounds good.
- Hey. How was it?
- Artificial limbs in Moscow.
What was that company
you were talking about?
Hilltech. Patoff had a
contract with their CEO,
Right before Sang signed his deal.
Yeah, well, I think he may have shipped
some of their merchandise over with him.
There's this woman here,
um Melanie or Malorie
Fuck! I can't remember what her
name was, but I'm gonna ask her.
Wait, wait, slow down. Where are you?
I don't know. I'm
It's very blue here, and beautiful.
I mean, everyone here
is so beautiful, like,
nines and above. And the coat guy!
- Are you drinking?
- A little bit.
I had one beer and one
sip of blue, okay? Sue me.
Anyway, she knows him,
this Melody Fuck.
That's not her name either.
What was her fuckin' name?
- What's she like?
- I wanna say,
ventriloquist dummy,
but I probably shouldn't.
I'm gonna flirt with her and
see what I can find out
Okay, love you too.
Craig, be careful.
Hey.
Did your friend leave?
Perhaps we have to accept
that we're not the most
attractive men here, Craig.
So, consultancy work must
really pay well if it brings you
into places like this, huh?
I offer a very simple service,
and I work towards the
betterment of my client's needs.
For that, I'm generously compensated.
What what did Sang need?
Did he need more money, or more likes?
Unfortunately, I'll have to
leave you for a while, Craig.
I made a promise to help a friend.
Shouldn't take very long.
Although, if I had assistance
You want me to come?
I'm enjoying your
company so much, Craig.
Why let it end?
Whoa, whoa, wait.
- My clothes.
- Oh, we're coming back.
Ride up front. I sent the driver home.
What's this favor we're doing?
Delivery.
Wait, what?!
What What the fucking hell?!
What the fuck is going on?
Who is that?!
- Don't touch!
- Ah!
- Stop the car!
- I can't do that, Craig.
We need to help him!
I don't think that's advisable.
What's happening to me?
You're having a panic attack, Craig.
Oh, please stop the
fucking car. Stop the car.
That won't help you.
You need to control this,
instead of this controlling you.
Stop the fucking car! Stop the car!
There you go.
All better?
Would you like some music?
I haven't yet asked, what is your taste?
Are you all right back there?
Oh, I think their mouth will
be taped shut beneath the
what is it, a bed sheet, a table cloth?
We need to pull over to check
if he can breathe properly.
He could be choking under there.
But if we remove the
sheet, then he may see
- where we're taking him.
- Where are we taking him?
A boat?!
Mr. Patoff, sir, I'm not
comfortable with anything
that's happening here. I
don't know why you thought
that I'd wanna be involved
with any of this, but I don't.
To be fair, Craig, the
fault's not entirely with me,
but perhaps shared equally between us.
- Wait, what do you mean?
- When I asked you to help me
on an errand, you didn't declare
your history of panic attacks.
I don't have a history of panic attacks.
How did he look?
Who?
Was he still warm?
Mr. Sang?
Well, I
I know this must be awkward,
but you have my word.
I won't share anything you tell me.
One friend to another.
Did you feel him leave the room?
Mr. Patoff, sir, could we
please stop the car? Please.
Well, I can't do that.
We're on a bridge.
Before I tell you what
I'm about to tell you,
you have to promise me
that you won't panic again.
I'll try.
Our passenger back here is
responsible for the death
of our imperious leader.
The kid!? You kidnapped the fucking kid?
Okay,
whatever you're thinking
of doing, please don't.
You'll find a knife in the glove box.
- Look and see.
- I don't want to look in there.
May I remind you
that we work for the betterment
of Mr. Sang's interests.
Sang? Sang is dead.
Then revenge would surely
be in his interest. No?
He didn't know what he was doing.
You can't hold a child responsible
for something like that.
Who, then? Who do we blame, Craig?
His parents. or schools, or
the bullies, or social pressure,
or refined sugar, or vapor trails, or
us.
We are responsible for
the death of Mr. Sang?
I mean, we didn't pull
the trigger, but, yeah,
we sort of handed him the gun.
How long have we been on this bridge?
You're breathing too fast, Craig.
Am I?
You need to confront these fears.
I need to get off this fucking bridge.
Where's the Craig who stood up
to that brute in the bar fight?
- He broke my fucking jaw!
- But you faced him.
As you will face this.
Now breathe with me.
In
Out.
In
We are instructed to stop for gas.
Hey, it's Elaine.
Leave a message.
This isn't what I wanted.
Whatever happens, I
want you to know that.
Come on fucker.
Ah. Uh
What the fuck?
- Where are we?
- Uh
Where are we?!
We're in, uh, Long Beach.
Frank Florez.
If you want to know what he's
made of, find Frank Florez.
My friend, Milani, has been
struggling with substance abuse
for many years.
I had left her in a
rehabilitation clinic in Moscow
but somehow she found her way here.
My aim was to send her
home, complete her treatment.
Now, of course I knew
she'd put up resistance,
addicts always do.
But now, as a direct
result of your actions,
Milani is alone on the
streets of Long Beach,
looking for drugs.
You lied to me.
I had to test your loyalty to Mr. Sang
to know if we truly can be friends.
And?
Let's just say
I won't be relying on you in a crisis.
You look nice.
Haven't seen that on you before.
Oh, uh, it's a loaner.
Hmm. Good night?
Yeah. Just got a
couple beers after work,
I didn't want to wake you.
You should wear that on Monday.
- Monday?
- Church.
We're meeting Father Stollen.
Ah, we'll make a good
Catholic boy out of you yet.
Hey, it's Elaine.
Leave a message.
We work for a sociopath. Call me.
Unfortunately, Mr. Sang
cannot be with us today.
He was taken by the devil.
Have you ever heard of Viktor Kulzer?
Hilltech Industries?
He signed the same contract as Sang,
and he was found
decapitated two weeks later.
That's your personnel file. I
came by it in the records room.
- We have a records room?
- Of course.
Every company I ever consulted
at has a records room.
- Where do they go?
- They just fall to the bottom.
What do you want to find
when you stop falling?
He wants to make it! In two years,
Sang never took a
single pitch I gave him.
- And then Patoff shows up
- He killed Mama Sang!
Wait, what?
God!
It it was the parrot this time!
He loves it.
According to the flight manifest,
Mama Sang flew back to Seoul that night.
I'm sure he just filled a
suitcase filled with money
and sent her on the first flight home.
- That's what I woulda done.
- Where?
In your fantasy world
where you're suddenly
running the company?
Hey. Show some respect.
I'm a creator now.
Look at him. He can't get enough of it.
Well, your new biggest fan fired
23 people in the first week,
15 more people quit in protest.
Yikes. Well, who did we
really lose? You know?
Ginger Pete, and Skinny Lips in
art, I'm gonna miss them a lot,
but the rest of 'em, I
didn't even really know 'em.
See you Monday.
Not if I find something better.
Well, today you're mopping floors,
next week, you're on fries.
- Goodnight, Mr. Patoff.
- Craig?
- You're leaving?
- Oh, it's Friday,
so everybody's just about
to head out for the weekend.
- You have arrangements?
- Nothing special.
My fiancée's got a work
thing, so I was just gonna go
down the road and grab a beer,
- kill an hour or two.
- A beer?
Do you want to come?
I'll need ten minutes to prepare.
I thought you left already.
He invited himself to Chimpers with me.
Friday night drinks with the boss?
Do you know what you're
getting yourself into?
I'm just playing nice
while he makes my game.
- Will you come with us?
- I can't. I've got a date.
- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.
He's picking me up
after he finishes work.
What? Who is he? What does he do?
- What are you, my dad?
- I'm ready.
Craig?
Ah, it's just one
drink. Have a good date.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
So, how are you enjoying the
gaming industry, Mr. Patoff?
How many of these patrons
do you think we could
realistically fight?
Excuse me?
In a brawl. Five?
- Um
- Six?
I don't know.
I've only been in one bar
fight, and that didn't go my way.
One on one, or were you outnumbered?
It was actually just two hits.
Him hitting me, and then me
hitting the floor.
He hurt you?
It was pretty bad,
actually. My jaw was all
They had to get it all wired up.
May I inquire as to the
reason of this fight?
I was young and I thought
that I was invincible.
Until the bigger guy took
a moment out of his day
to remind me that I'm not.
I think I could fight four of them.
And with the element of surprise,
you could subdue the remaining three.
But this is just guy talk, right?
We're not actually thinking
of getting into a bar fight?
- Forgive me, Craig.
- I thought
Mental puzzles.
I'm always running scenarios in my head.
All right.
Well, maybe you should
drink more of your beer
slow that hamster wheel
down a little bit, right?
Yes, let's enjoy our beers.
You mentioned a relationship earlier.
Yeah, Patti, my fiancée.
We're actually gonna make
it official in September.
We're going to have a wedding
with about 100, 150 guests.
How about you, you have
any you have a family, or
Church wedding?
Yeah, that's kind of an issue right now,
'cause Patti's Catholic and I'm not.
I'm really more, Church
of Nintendo, you know?
But in order to be at one
of the venues of her choice,
I'm gonna have to
convert to Catholicism,
which is a whole
procedure, and, you know.
You you would consider
this, for the Catholic?
For Patti? Yeah.
I mean, it's just a couple
months of brainwashing.
I think it'll be fine.
Now it gets interesting.
You know what? I actually
- I have to go.
- It's over already, our beer?
Yeah, Patti, she she I
don't know if she has the keys
and I'm worried about leaving
her alone in this neighborhood.
The woman who insists you adopt
a faith you don't believe in
also expects you to
open the door for her?
It's better than getting in a bar fight.
I knew we would have good banter, Craig.
Now, let's finish these and
move on to the next place.
The next place? I actually
have so much work this weekend,
I think I better be heading out.
You were generous enough to
bring me here for a drink.
Now let me take you somewhere in return.
We're not going far.
Ten, please.
Top floor?
You're not afraid of
heights, are you, Craig?
Not me, boss.
Welcome, gentlemen.
Your guest
Of course.
Down to your underpants.
- What?
- Ah, it's my fault.
I should have explained,
there is a dress code.
Unless you feel that the
rules were not made for you.
Craig.
There is someone I want to say hello to.
Order us some drinks at the bar.
Hey, what do you got on tap?
Pick a color.
Give me two blues.
Thanks. I think we're probably
going to want to start a tab.
You don't belong here, do you?
Is it that obvious?
I came here with my boss, I
think he must be a member here.
What did you do?
What do I do? Um, I
write code for, uh
No, I, uh, create and
produce video games.
Milani.
This is my dear friend, Craig.
Hey, Milani. I'm Craig.
He's engaged to be married.
He's abandoning his beliefs for her.
To be fair, I never really
had any to begin with.
Where did you meet her, Craig?
At work? Most relationships
start at work, don't they?
Ah. It's actually not a great story.
I was getting something removed
and she was the attending nurse.
What did she take off?
A benign, fatty lump.
It was behind my left shoulder.
It was about the size of a golf ball.
How romantic.
Carry a little piece of the
one you love, everywhere you go.
I don't know that she kept it, but
Um, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
I'll let you two catch up.
Uh, three more on your return.
Sounds good.
- Hey. How was it?
- Artificial limbs in Moscow.
What was that company
you were talking about?
Hilltech. Patoff had a
contract with their CEO,
Right before Sang signed his deal.
Yeah, well, I think he may have shipped
some of their merchandise over with him.
There's this woman here,
um Melanie or Malorie
Fuck! I can't remember what her
name was, but I'm gonna ask her.
Wait, wait, slow down. Where are you?
I don't know. I'm
It's very blue here, and beautiful.
I mean, everyone here
is so beautiful, like,
nines and above. And the coat guy!
- Are you drinking?
- A little bit.
I had one beer and one
sip of blue, okay? Sue me.
Anyway, she knows him,
this Melody Fuck.
That's not her name either.
What was her fuckin' name?
- What's she like?
- I wanna say,
ventriloquist dummy,
but I probably shouldn't.
I'm gonna flirt with her and
see what I can find out
Okay, love you too.
Craig, be careful.
Hey.
Did your friend leave?
Perhaps we have to accept
that we're not the most
attractive men here, Craig.
So, consultancy work must
really pay well if it brings you
into places like this, huh?
I offer a very simple service,
and I work towards the
betterment of my client's needs.
For that, I'm generously compensated.
What what did Sang need?
Did he need more money, or more likes?
Unfortunately, I'll have to
leave you for a while, Craig.
I made a promise to help a friend.
Shouldn't take very long.
Although, if I had assistance
You want me to come?
I'm enjoying your
company so much, Craig.
Why let it end?
Whoa, whoa, wait.
- My clothes.
- Oh, we're coming back.
Ride up front. I sent the driver home.
What's this favor we're doing?
Delivery.
Wait, what?!
What What the fucking hell?!
What the fuck is going on?
Who is that?!
- Don't touch!
- Ah!
- Stop the car!
- I can't do that, Craig.
We need to help him!
I don't think that's advisable.
What's happening to me?
You're having a panic attack, Craig.
Oh, please stop the
fucking car. Stop the car.
That won't help you.
You need to control this,
instead of this controlling you.
Stop the fucking car! Stop the car!
There you go.
All better?
Would you like some music?
I haven't yet asked, what is your taste?
Are you all right back there?
Oh, I think their mouth will
be taped shut beneath the
what is it, a bed sheet, a table cloth?
We need to pull over to check
if he can breathe properly.
He could be choking under there.
But if we remove the
sheet, then he may see
- where we're taking him.
- Where are we taking him?
A boat?!
Mr. Patoff, sir, I'm not
comfortable with anything
that's happening here. I
don't know why you thought
that I'd wanna be involved
with any of this, but I don't.
To be fair, Craig, the
fault's not entirely with me,
but perhaps shared equally between us.
- Wait, what do you mean?
- When I asked you to help me
on an errand, you didn't declare
your history of panic attacks.
I don't have a history of panic attacks.
How did he look?
Who?
Was he still warm?
Mr. Sang?
Well, I
I know this must be awkward,
but you have my word.
I won't share anything you tell me.
One friend to another.
Did you feel him leave the room?
Mr. Patoff, sir, could we
please stop the car? Please.
Well, I can't do that.
We're on a bridge.
Before I tell you what
I'm about to tell you,
you have to promise me
that you won't panic again.
I'll try.
Our passenger back here is
responsible for the death
of our imperious leader.
The kid!? You kidnapped the fucking kid?
Okay,
whatever you're thinking
of doing, please don't.
You'll find a knife in the glove box.
- Look and see.
- I don't want to look in there.
May I remind you
that we work for the betterment
of Mr. Sang's interests.
Sang? Sang is dead.
Then revenge would surely
be in his interest. No?
He didn't know what he was doing.
You can't hold a child responsible
for something like that.
Who, then? Who do we blame, Craig?
His parents. or schools, or
the bullies, or social pressure,
or refined sugar, or vapor trails, or
us.
We are responsible for
the death of Mr. Sang?
I mean, we didn't pull
the trigger, but, yeah,
we sort of handed him the gun.
How long have we been on this bridge?
You're breathing too fast, Craig.
Am I?
You need to confront these fears.
I need to get off this fucking bridge.
Where's the Craig who stood up
to that brute in the bar fight?
- He broke my fucking jaw!
- But you faced him.
As you will face this.
Now breathe with me.
In
Out.
In
We are instructed to stop for gas.
Hey, it's Elaine.
Leave a message.
This isn't what I wanted.
Whatever happens, I
want you to know that.
Come on fucker.
Ah. Uh
What the fuck?
- Where are we?
- Uh
Where are we?!
We're in, uh, Long Beach.
Frank Florez.
If you want to know what he's
made of, find Frank Florez.
My friend, Milani, has been
struggling with substance abuse
for many years.
I had left her in a
rehabilitation clinic in Moscow
but somehow she found her way here.
My aim was to send her
home, complete her treatment.
Now, of course I knew
she'd put up resistance,
addicts always do.
But now, as a direct
result of your actions,
Milani is alone on the
streets of Long Beach,
looking for drugs.
You lied to me.
I had to test your loyalty to Mr. Sang
to know if we truly can be friends.
And?
Let's just say
I won't be relying on you in a crisis.
You look nice.
Haven't seen that on you before.
Oh, uh, it's a loaner.
Hmm. Good night?
Yeah. Just got a
couple beers after work,
I didn't want to wake you.
You should wear that on Monday.
- Monday?
- Church.
We're meeting Father Stollen.
Ah, we'll make a good
Catholic boy out of you yet.
Hey, it's Elaine.
Leave a message.
We work for a sociopath. Call me.