Strays (2021) s02e05 Episode Script

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Eyes up, buttercup.
- Oh. Hey.
- Hey.
Are those ours?
They were. Now, they're mine.
Paul gave them to me for my truck,
which I parked at home, by the way.
You make it sound like
you're doing me a favour.
Yep.
Oh. Um, Liam and I are picking names
for Ruby's puppies, by the way.
Oh, you mean Bronco's puppies?
Ruby is doing all the work.
Right.
So, what kind of names
do you have in mind?
Okay. Wyatt. So cute.
No.
- Zelda?
- Ugh.
Mason?
I like Mason,
but I have that name picked
out for my first born, so no.
You can't stake a claim on a name.
Tell that to future baby
Mason. What about Tank?
Flyer? Knob? Brick?
You're just naming things you see.
I did not say "Uptight Woman."
Ugh. Okay.
What kind of a name is Travis, anyway?
It was my grandfather's,
and he died before I got to meet him.
- I'm so sorry.
- Yeah.
Well, it was especially
difficult for my grandmother.
His last words to her
were, "Zelda sucks."
It's a beautiful name.
Uh-huh.
Oh, my God. Did you watch?
Yes. Hannah C. was such a B.
And now Hannah D. is in the finale?
If Viscount Blake marries
her, I'll lose my S.
- Who?
- Oh, sorry. Royal Single Guy.
It's a reality show.
I don't really watch TV.
Oh, you'd love it.
All these commoner women
hoping for the hand of a real viscount.
Viscount Blake? Very cute.
Like, fit?
Like sculpted steel.
Didn't you think it was weird
when he and Cassie were in the hot tub
and she was crying about
her brother's webbed feet?
Uh, it was just the one toe.
Oh, my gosh. You watch?
The viscount has webbed feet?
No. Cassie's brother.
And yes, I have watched Royal Single Guy
and Gal since season one.
We should have a finale party.
Yes. We can do it at my place.
I just have to ask my
parents. And my grandparents.
Or, we can do it chez moi.
We can co-host. A royal engagement.
Oh, I love it. What can I
bring? Dover sole? Cornish hen?
We'll serve gin and
dubonnets. Blake's fave.
Are you in?
I never say no to a G&D.
And despite the
mistreatment of hens, yes.
Smashing. Details to follow.
Oh, Joy?
Can you join me at the
board meeting next week?
What?
Well, now that we have
the funding for Gran-paws,
we need to ramp up the marketing
and I thought you had some great ideas,
and I would love for you to
present them to the board.
Oh, my gosh. What's happening right now?
I feel like Brittany when Blake
held her hand on the carriage ride.
Okay. Well, don't be like Brittany
and get a face tattoo
before the meeting.
Copy that.
So, next Friday, I'm going to need you
to drive us to the club,
'cause Marko is getting
there early to set up.
Like, what? 8:00? 9:00?
Uh, it's a bakery till 10:00.
Then Marko hits the
stage, and it's all
Oh, great. Pegs and Linda?
That's a two-pack of
yawns. Cover for me.
I got you.
Should be in the front. She usually is.
Oh, hey.
Nikki got called into the back
by, uh, one of the dogs.
God. Typical Niknak.
Yep. Working hard.
- Or hardly working.
- Ah.
- I'm Linda.
- Yeah. We're pals from the 'hood.
I just wanted to show
her where I volunteer.
Maybe check out some of the
the cute animals.
So, you started with me?
Well, she did say we'd
meet the dogs first.
I'm so bad.
Well, uh, it was nice meeting you.
After this, we're hitting the library
for a screening of Scandal in Sorrento.
Oh, Sophia Loren. One of the greats.
Ah, I know. I love Italian cinema.
Everything from
Bertolucci to Jersey Shore.
Oh, stop.
That show with Pauly DJ?
It's called hate-watching. Ask Nikki.
All the millennials are doing it.
I love hate-watching.
Well, sometimes I just have
the TV on in the background.
'Cause otherwise, my house
just feels kind of empty.
Linda recently got the big d.
Ooh. Good for you.
Divorce.
Oh. Uh, welcome to the club.
Hey, Paul, would you care
to join us this evening?
Peggy
I have to work.
You know, someone's got to clean
the dog hairs out of the drain,
or it's scandal in the shelter.
Well, that's too bad.
You know, I can probably
knock off early, though.
Maybe take you two out for a
post-movie drink or something.
Oh. I'll save you some goodies.
She's talking about the candy.
Great.
It's a date.
Yeah, man. That's great.
Thanks a lot.
Yeah. No problemo.
That's my job-o.
Zelda?
What's, uh, going on?
Oh, Travis has a home
for one of Ruby's puppies.
Oh. That's a little premature.
Yeah. He just wanted to
get her name on the list.
That's funny. I was
talking to him earlier,
and he never mentioned
I'm sorry. Her?
Yeah. Grace Dawson. From Barrie.
Who is she?
Travis's friend.
Oh. Well, she'll have to be interviewed.
Travis doesn't get special treatment,
especially after trying to
sneak someone in the back door.
I don't think he was.
And we kind of have a bit
of a bro thing going, so
Sorry. It's not quite in my body yet.
Tonya!
What an unexpected surprise.
Oh, I was in the
neighbourhood for a spin class
and thought I would kill two birds
with one pedal, as they say.
Not sure we should be talking about
killing birds in an animal shelter.
Oh, it's okay. My husband's
family has falcons.
But let's talk Joy.
Oh, her naïveté will grow on you.
I love her marketing ideas.
Let's have her present
her take on Gran-paws
at the board meeting Monday.
Well, actually
I know what you're
thinking. Rookie mistake.
Too much too soon.
No, no. It's just, I already asked her.
Great minds
you don't have to pretend
you asked her to impress me.
- I wouldn't do that.
- It's okay.
Even good leaders
can sometimes let good employees
fall through the cracks.
And sometimes a strong leader
can spot exceptional talent
before anyone else does.
Well, whoever came up
with the idea first
I did.
We are two strong women
who know potential when they see it.
Or when one of them
points it out to the other,
but either way oh, Joy. We
were just talking about you.
We would love you to present
your marketing plans to the board.
Like we talked about earlier.
And like I suggested
just a few minutes ago.
Yes, I'd love to. Thank you. Both.
You're welcome.
No. We're welcome.
Thank you.
If you're hungry, I made these.
Cream puffs that never puffed.
Ah. Cream pucks.
Not my best effort, but I'm
trying to embrace the mess.
Wow. Lara, these are great!
You should bring some to the
spay-and-neuter bake sale.
Guess I could.
They are 100% nut-free.
Lara, that's a good one.
Sorry.
Uh-oh. Something's funny.
I know. We were saying that
Lara could bring something
to the spay-and-neuter bake sale.
And I said maybe these,
because they are 100% nut-free.
Uh, yeah. 'Cause allergies.
Uh, yeah.
But you know,
nuts and "nuts."
Well, are you ready to go, or
Yeah. Just packing up my cream pucks.
Okay.
I think it's actually
pronounced "puffs."
So, moving on to slide seven.
After we finished our swot analysis,
we identified our goals
for the Gran-paws campaign.
I told the others we'd be done at 8:30.
I know. We open in 20 minutes.
Measurable, attainable, relevant.
So, goal one, awareness.
Goal two, engagement.
Goal three, interaction.
But regardless, none of
these goals would be possible
without our brilliant
director, Shannon Ross,
who developed Gran-paws. Yeah!
And starting next year, fingers
crossed, prisoners with pets.
We were going to call it
Cats with Crooks, but maybe
Excellent work, Joy.
Um, I'm just looking at the time,
and maybe we should send
slides eight through 16
- in a follow-up e-mail.
- Oh. Okay.
Um, yeah. So, in conclusion,
goals are smart, so is
Shannon, and go, Gran-paws.
Thank you, Joy.
Okay. Next board meeting is in June.
Ken will send out calendar deets, yeah?
Maybe your star student wasn't
ready for the big leagues.
But don't worry. We all
jump the gun sometimes.
How bad?
- It was bad.
- Okay.
I really liked the flower show.
I thought it was really, uh, floral.
Listen. My boss is
having some people over
to watch this reality TV show this week.
I thought it'd be fun if maybe
we hate-watched it together.
Yeah? Great, great. Okay. I'll text you.
Yeah. All right, Linda. Yep. Okay. Bye.
Woof! How'd Linda get your number?
She's clearly stalking
you, which, honestly,
is maybe the most interesting
thing she's ever done.
Yeah. Well, actually,
um, we've gone out a few times now.
She's really looking
forward to Marko's gig.
You invited her?
Yeah. Is that a problem?
It'll be past her bedtime.
Ha-ha.
Wait. Is this a pity
thing? Been there. Done him.
Well, at least she's kind.
Oh, come on. Linda is super square.
She reads books about laughter.
Makes dolls for her chairs.
Well, maybe I like that.
She makes one for each
of her past lovers,
which is why there's only two.
Oh, come on.
Pre-Linda Paul would've
thought that was funny.
Hey, Joy. Got a sec?
Uh, maybe in a bit.
Just catching up on some e-mails.
I can see you're looking up rage rooms.
Joy, I'm sorry I cut
your presentation short.
We were tight on time.
It's okay. I was bombing.
And moving forward,
you do not need to mention me.
We were there to hear your ideas.
Sorry. It's okay.
So now, on to more important things,
like Royal Single Guy.
What, what? Oh. Yeah.
I don't think I can make it.
I have a ton of work to do.
Joy, come on.
Okay.
Do you want to know what happened
the first time I did a
group presentation at work?
They all loved you and
promoted you on the spot?
I wore a bad turtleneck,
and someone asked if I was pregnant.
I panicked and I said yes.
There's a manager in Ajax
who thinks I have a
seven-year-old named Beckett.
Oh, my God.
We all learn from our mistakes,
and I am here to support
you as you grow and learn.
Thanks.
So, Royal Single Guy?
Everybody's coming,
and I needs my co-host.
Then vis-count me in.
Oh. Finale par-tay!
Okay. Outfits? I'm thinking florals.
Hey. Helpful hint.
Maybe don't do your makeup at reception.
I'm getting done up for
your party, so this is work.
We're just watching a TV show, but okay.
Also, I need an adoption application.
If you get another cat,
I'm not coming over.
It's not.
It's for Travis's friend.
Is he hot?
She is coming in later this week,
so we can find out then.
She? Travis has a girlfriend?
I don't know. I don't care.
Probably banging her, though.
Okay. That is none of our business.
We just need to make sure
she's good enough for Ruby's puppies.
And I want to know who's rubbing
up on Travis's semi-dad-bod.
- Name?
- No, Nikki. That's
Grace Dawson, from Barrie, apparently.
Okay.
Whoa.
That's got to be a filter.
Nope. I still see pores.
They're tiny and perfect.
Oh. Loves a bikini.
Parties a lot, and she's
been to Pom Pom Island.
She looks popular there.
- Oh. Good for her.
- Mm-hmm.
Not good for a puppy who
needs attention and care.
She already has two designer dogs,
so I'm pretty sure she can handle it.
Ugh. She's a purebred type?
She probably has a butler
to look after everything.
She sold a house to Shania Twain.
Those mansions sell themselves.
Go back to the top.
Mmm! Smells yummy.
It's commoner food.
Korean army stew. But so good.
And the perfect complement
to my sticky toffee pudding.
Ow! Damn it.
Oh. Here.
Best co-host ever.
Oh. It's almost time.
Joy is going to update
the newbies in the crowd
so we're all finale-ready.
Listen up, peasants!
JK.
It's a quote from the show.
Okay. So, as you know,
we're about to watch Royal Single Guy.
And in this season, there are 14 maidens
hoping to marry this
British guy, Viscount Blake.
This one girl, Hannah S., glue-gunned
Trisha's ball gown to a sofa.
Nice.
It was an ottoman,
actually. But keep going.
And Clara, who drank too much prosecco,
threw up in Blake's Aston Martin,
because Josie, whose job is
party clown, gave her the keys.
Okay. Show time.
Oh. And one other thing about Josie.
She's actually seeing
this other guy at home.
Okay. It's on.
There is only one thing
more magical than love
Okay, okay.
and that is royal love.
- He's so hot.
- Mm-hmm.
As one man seeks to
achieve a royal union
Fine. I forgive you.
Oh, that's an amazing apology.
Okay. More cheesy caramel for me.
Hey. You know the rules.
Oop. Caramels are mine.
Duh. This one is 90% cheese.
We need an impartial judge.
Well, where's Linder? Hope
she brought her bifocals.
Nikki.
Look at you, third-wheeling it tonight.
Marko has got a gig in niagara,
dj'ing a winery sip-and-sizzle.
Shoot me now.
I went to one of those.
I got tipsy and I flirted with the guy
who puts the cork in the bottles.
Never again.
Oh. Here's your diet diet cola, sweetie.
Just the way you like it.
Aw.
Come on. Let's go.
And she threw up in my Aston Martin
Ugh.
disgusting, I will
admit. We have several
- Hey.
- Hi.
No Ravi tonight?
No. He's at the climbing gym again.
Guy really likes to climb stuff.
Yeah. He wants us to free-solo
some cliff face in the Yukon
this summer, but I don't know.
Hey. I have the condo
deets Ravi was asking about.
Uh, wow. Condo deets?
You looking to condo up, too?
I can forward you the link.
It's definitely more
couple-sized, but
I didn't know you lived together.
- We don't.
- Yet.
And it's a great time to buy.
I know it doesn't seem like it
with inflation, interest rates,
supply chain, blah-blah.
What's your boy's e-mail?
Ravi@letgo420.com. Where'd you get that?
Oh. Uh, Shannon is out of dubonnet,
but I can make you a gin and cointreau.
I'll have top-up, too.
Bring it to me in the living room, yeah?
Yeah. We'll mix that on the table.
Okay. That's great.
There you go.
Thanks, Joy.
My band-aid.
Oh, my God.
Okay. My mistake.
We should have the
butter biscuits first.
But everyone has stew.
But the butter biscuits are
only good when they're warm.
So is the stew.
- I'm serious.
- So am I.
- Joy
- Shannon
how many drinks have you had?
That's not important right now.
- Please, Joy.
- Don't wag your finger!
And why do you ask me to talk
when you always interrupt?
Now, this is a show I'd binge.
I have a place at the
table, okay? And a voice.
And if you're threatened by
I lost my band-aid.
In the stew.
Oh. Wow.
Okay. Everybody, bowls in. Now.
I'm going to take this.
Ah. There you go, Joy. It was so good.
Oh. I found a band-aid in mine.
Tasted fine, though.
Weird place for a graduation photo.
No.
Yeah. You're right. Why not celebrate
your accomplishments in the shower?
No. Sorry. I'm just
trying to respond to Ravi.
He wants me to meet him for drinks
with the climbing
guys, but I don't know.
Lately I'm starting to
think, how compatible are we?
Not at all.
- Sexually, it's all there.
- Right.
But he puts cider vinegar on everything
and replaced his
furniture with bean bags.
- Well, at least he has a sense of humour.
- Not really.
Add to that to a room with
nothing to sit on but beans,
and it's, like, why am I in this?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Connection is so important.
Being curious about each other.
Sorry to interrupt.
Was it letgo@ravi or hippieravi@letgo?
Or did I make up the "hippie" part?
Now he's calling me. Ugh!
Yeah. This might not be the best time.
They're going through
a bit of a rough patch.
Oh. That's not good.
Or it could be very good.
I'm ignoring him for now.
If I may
let's just rejoin the party.
You're thinking, why stay
in a mediocre relationship
when there's a sea of
beautiful people out there?
Not really.
Well, look down there. That's real life.
No filter. No filler. Just real.
But up here is pretty good.
Don't dump him.
Maybe you're right.
Or very wrong.
Hey. Where are you guys?
Yeah. I can come meet you.
You really talk-blocked me there, Liam.
This is actually pretty good.
It's a commercial.
Kitchen break. You need anything?
Just a little more Paul if you see any.
- Barf.
- Oh, crap.
I dropped a stitch.
I was hoping to hit my pb this week.
12 leg warmers.
My neighbour Frieda
doesn't think I can do it,
but she's a real you-know-what.
I don't know what.
Pain in the crack.
I know you're not my biggest fan.
I didn't say that, but yeah.
I like Paul. I mean,
he's not my usual type,
but I like dating a guy who
threatens to punch my ex.
Or buys me a mop as a gift.
Or tells me I'm attractive and means it.
He did that? The mop, I mean.
Yeah. He meant well.
Men are idiots.
Just don't screw him
over or anything, okay?
Oh, I already drained his bank account.
Of what?
Everything okay here?
Yeah.
Oh.
You know, if you add three more holes,
we could use these at the shelter.
Yeah?
Yeah, for what? To pick up dog crap?
No. Make doggy sweaters.
Bet we could get 40 bucks a pop.
Done.
What did I miss?
Oh, he doesn't get a cut.
Joy?
I'm so sorry I ruined your party.
Four-drinks-Joy has a bad attitude,
but she's gone now. Please forgive me.
No. I'm the one that should be sorry.
I cut you off.
And I want you to feel like
you can tell me whatever's on your mind.
Even when I want to
tell you you're wrong?
Or that I don't like Kristian's shirt?
Or that I broke the towel
rack in both your bathrooms?
Okay. More than I thought, but yes.
And this might sound cliché,
but I see a lot of myself in you,
and I just don't want you
to make the same mistakes that I did.
I'd never say I was
pregnant at a meeting.
I'm just trying to be a good
boss and a better friend.
And I appreciate you saying that.
Because I really respect you,
so sometimes I get upset when
I think you're upset with me.
See? This is the challenge of
being co-workers and friends.
I'm going to hug you now.
As a boss or as a friend?
Definitely as a friend.
We do not need HR involved.
Hey.
Hey.
You ready for the interview?
Right. About that, um, I
was looking up Grace online.
Why would you do that?
It's part of the adoption process.
Can't just hand out
Ruby's puppies to anyone.
Grace isn't just anyone.
She's awesome.
She's loving. She's sweet.
Yeah, yeah. We all have
our special friends,
but let's get real.
Between the travelling,
the purebreds, and not bothering
to show up for her appointment,
Grace is not getting a dog.
What?
I'm not getting a puppy?
Gracie, it's okay.
We'll figure this out.
She's not in real estate.
But Uncle Travis,
aren't they Bronco's puppies?
Yes. Kind of.
So, she's your
Best friend's daughter.
Hey! It's okay.
There are going to be puppies,
and we are going to get you one.
Maybe even two.
No, no. Just the one.