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(mysterious music)
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Do I know you?
(suspenseful music)
The HOA doesn't allow costumes outside of Halloween.
(suspenseful music builds)
Okay, you keep your distance.
I'll put this on Nextdoor.
- I love Nextdoor. It's my honey pot for Karens.
- Stop!
This is unacceptable.
Don't...
Do you know who I am?
- You are a pestilence and I'm the cure.
Sic Semper Karenus.
Oh, geez. (Dave thuds)
(curious playful music)
- Ooh, you okay there, Dave?
- Cut.
All right, Dave, you got this.
You're a born killer.
You're the Menacer.
- Oh, Eddie.
I can't see anything in his mask.
- Look, Dave can't handle this.
I can still play the Menacer.
- Just play it cool.
You're not in a rush.
It's just a walk in the park
with your girl practically holding hands
and you land on your mark and you kill her.
Okay, let's go for another take.
(mug tapping)
- 10 minutes.
10 minutes before Piggly Wiggly closes its doors.
Your pregnant wife is craving a butter burger
and cheese curds.
And don't forget my sauerkraut.
- Okay, mom.
Enough.
- Sure you wanna move into this place?
- No, I don't, Joe.
But I'm too broke to take Anna out to a decent dinner.
I'm living in a one-bedroom,
and we got a second kid on the way.
So that's my life.
(playful music)
(playful music continues)
(playful music concludes) (items clatter)
Thank you, members of the academy for this honor,
I grew up idolizing the Masters of Horror.
John Carpenter, William Friedkin, Bob Hawkins.
I see you there, Bob.
They slash their way into the throne rooms of Hollywood.
And this award puts me in the same revered light.
It validates my work
and proves that I do have a voice worth hearing.
The Menacer is death, destroyer of Karens.
You know, when I was just a young filmmaker,
my mom used to always tell me that-
- You better have a backup plan.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Because the Academy doesn't give out Oscars to nim-wits.
And Spielberg,
put Thelonious back on the table.
- Oh, Nancy, you're not even gonna know we're here.
(drill whirs)
- Oh, Hannah, you're turning my life into a horror movie.
- Mom, don't worry.
All the movie props will go in the spare bedroom with Billy.
- Oh, you mean the body parts and the monsters
and what's next?
King Kong?
- You wouldn't hurt him, right?
- Hurt who?
- King Kong.
- No.
I mean, king Kong is a huge, like, what is that thing?
- Okay? No, no, mom, mom. - No, it's okay, it's fine.
It's good. - King Kong is the Guinea pig.
Eddie and I got it for Billy.
(King Kong squeaks)
He's been having some trouble in school.
It helps him calm down.
- And focus.
- Maybe you should get three more for yourself.
- Mother.
- Okay.
You know how your Guinea pig is King Kong?
- Mm-hmm. - Let's pretend
that grandma is Godzilla.
They gotta be a part, okay?
- But what monster is Uncle Kevin?
(tape stretching)
- Frankenstein.
- You said you were going to spend six months here.
You never told me you were bringing in a badger.
- Mom, you wanna sell your house?
I'm here to fix it.
You haven't updated this place since Kevin was in diapers.
- Fine.
That can go live in the garage.
- Not in the Kevin Dome.
That's my practice space.
- Oh God. And it smells like shit in there.
- You have been living here your entire life rent-free.
It is the rat dome now.
And go help your sister.
- Mom!
You know my tryout for the Ice Gophers is tonight.
- I will bleach all your jerseys.
- Fine.
But this could be my year.
- Yeah.
- You shut up. - Stop it, you two.
- What's up, dude?
- What's up?
- So I submitted us to a bunch of elite film festivals
and one of them
even has a development deal as the grand prize.
- How can you do that? We're still filming.
- Submitted the rough cut.
They'll take the final cut a few weeks later.
This is it, man.
This is everything.
This is LA, Hollywood.
Everything Pewaukee is not.
- What's wrong with Pewaukee?
Hey, we won the Twisted Dreams Film Festival last year.
We could get two, (indistinct).
- This won't give me a real film career, man.
I'm ready for the majors.
- There's other ways to pursue your art.
- Yeah?
- Remember Mike Milewski?
- Mike Milewski?
He sells pictures of his feet on OnlyFeet.
I'm not going on OnlyFeet.
- It's not gonna happen.
Your feet are disgusting.
- Thanks, Kev.
I just gotta get into this festival, man.
Anna's supportive now.
But in a few months, we're gonna be a family of four.
After that, play time's over for me.
- You remember the origin story of Killing Karens?
- Mrs. Pelagatti?
- Mrs. Pelagatti.
- A lot of people point (baseball cracks)
to the Bela Lugosi Dracula as the OG vampire.
- You know?
Give me Blacula.
That's why I became a horror fan.
- We should make a vampire movie next.
- Yeah, let's do it.
I gotta get home.
- Okay. Hey, you carried the team today.
- Thanks.
(hands smacking) (both growl)
- You smashed my mailbox!
- What?
- Don't deny it.
- [Operator] 911. - Hello?
I'd like to report an assault.
No, I'm not safe.
He has a weapon.
Describe him.
Well, he's Black.
Fernside and Thompson, yes. - What are you doing?
- I'll stay on the line.
Please hurry!
You shouldn't have done that.
- I didn't do anything!
I was just at practice!
- They are coming for you!
- Go, go, go, go.
- She's crazy, she's a lunatic!
- No, I'm not!
You're next!
(somber music)
- And that's why we gotta make it.
- Exactly.
The Menacer is a vigilante.
- Who extracts his revenge on the Mrs. Pelagatti's
of the world.
- Angry, entitled white women.
- Not exactly.
The Menacer is an equal opportunity killer.
Anyone can be a Karen.
- Now that you mention it.
My uncle Larry was probably a Karen.
- It's never been done before.
(Eddie mimics being electrocuted)
- My spleen, it's everywhere. - Oh, blood.
(Eddie grunting)
(Kevin sighs)
- Thanks, bud.
We'll get the heavy stuff.
- Pompeii.
There you are.
Billy's been looking all over for you.
- So what's the plan?
- Well, I've been sending query letters
to every agent in Los Angeles.
Maybe it'll help us get into that festival.
- Spamming works.
Any replies?
(excited music)
(Eddie sighs)
(keyboard tapping)
(computer beeps)
- Hey! - Eddie.
What's up?
I'm Javi, this is Randon.
One of our hottest associate agents.
- Hell yeah.
I want something that rocks.
- Awesome.
Well, what'd you guys think of Killing Karens?
- I didn't watch it.
- Mm, you shot this?
- Yeah, yeah.
I submitted to Hollywood Elite's Film Festival.
- Oh, it must be so elite I never heard of it. (laughs)
- Well, first prize is a development deal.
- Oh.
- Do you have a deal?
- No, I just have a pilot.
- Oh boy.
- Usually, it's the other way around, Eddie.
- Who do you see playing that, that Menacer?
- Oh, well, my buddy, Dave Casper.
He's playing the Menacer right now.
- Who's that?
Your bowling partner? (laughs)
- No.
Killing Karens is based off of a personal experience,
it's a unique story.
- It'd be more personal if you recast then re-shoot.
- And you rework,
you gotta rework it. - Recast it?
Why do you guys wanna change it?
- We've made 7,000 shows, Eddie.
- Okay, so you're saying if I recast and re-shoot it?
- Hell yeah.
- And get the financing for it.
- Financing is huge, Eddie.
- Well, how do I get financing?
- And get season one picked up.
- Oh, Netflix, Apple, Hulu. Even the cock.
- They all work. - Then you come back to us.
- Oh, speaking of Dane Cook's on line two.
- Oh God.
That guy needs our help more than ever.
- Okay. - See you later, Eddie!
- Bye! - Wait wait wait wait, hold-
(computer slams)
What am I supposed to do? I just wanted some advice.
- Producer Joe to the rescue, just announced Bob
Hawkins is in Milwaukee.
- The Horror Whisperer?
- Bearer of Terror himself.
He's signing his book down at Coffee and Coleslaw today.
- When? - His Instagram
says from 4:00 to 6:00.
- Crap, I can't.
Anna has an OGBYN appointment at 4:30.
It's not gonna happen, man.
- I mean, you can at least ask her.
(engine rumbling)
- As much as I wanna strangle you right now,
it's Bob Hawkins, you have to go.
- But I don't wanna rush the appointment with Dr. Kendra.
- Eddie, never argue with a pregnant woman who has to pee.
- Hawkins will know what to do.
(engine rumbling)
Excuse me. We're trying to park here.
- Yeah, I've got this spot.
- Is she nuts?
- Yeah. She can't-
Hey, you can't do that.
We're going to the doctor.
- My husband's coming.
- Hey, lady!
Is your husband eight months pregnant?
- You're trying to run me over?
- What? - Oh God.
- I'm gonna call the police.
- And I'm gonna call Michael Myers.
- And I'm gonna golden shower your ass
all the way back to Waukesha!
We're gonna the fish fry this weekend.
- Yeah, we wouldn't have been late if the Menacer was here.
- Well, being pregnant can be challenging at times.
At least you're past the morning sickness.
Oh, remember when I puked that split pea soup?
- I do. - Oh, some Exorcist action.
Did your head spin all the way around too?
- Oh, you're a horror fan.
- Oh, why'd you think I went to med school?
- Oh, you would've loved this. It was the perfect color.
Just peas everywhere. Projectile vomiting.
Just blah, blah. It was amazing.
It was everywhere.
Gah! (laughing)
- Could we get back to the baby?
- Right, the baby.
Are there any supplements I need to pick up at all?
- Yes. (pen scribbling)
Come on.
(pen stabbing) (dramatic music)
- Dr. Kendra. Have you ever considered acting?
(door swings open)
You are gonna strangle me for real this time,
but if we leave for the bookstore right now,
we can still meet Bob Hawkins.
- It's fine. I'll get an Uber. - Are you sure?
- Yeah. - Tried to run me over.
Tried to kill me. It's unbelievable!
I mean, oh my God. That's him!
- You got this.
(engine rumbles)
(door clicks open)
Hey. Hey. (door pounding)
(door thuds) (somber music)
Agh!
(ax thuds) (people chattering)
- You gonna throw?
- I'm a better target.
(bottle thuds) (Eddie sighs)
Oh my God. It's him.
(dramatic music) (ax thuds)
Mr. Hawkins. - I'm gonna need more axes.
There's gonna be a high body count.
- Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. - Stuck in this Podunk town
for another week.
So gonna be a double Tanqueray and Tonic.
- No no no, sir, I'm not your server.
- Then who the hell are you?
- Edward Matthews.
- Do I know you?
- I'm a big fan. I took your masterclass.
Can I pick your brain for a minute?
- 20 bucks.
- 20 bucks?
- Up front. 10 minutes.
(dollars thudding)
Go. - My wife's pregnant.
I moved in with my mother-in-law who hates me.
We have a Guinea pig named King Kong.
- Tick, tick, tick. - Look.
I submitted to a film festival,
but these agents said that Killing Karens
needs to be reworked.
But they didn't tell me what that means.
- That's not their job.
If they say yes and the project tanks, they get fired.
If they say no and it becomes the biggest thing since
White Lotus, then they get fired.
Nobody knows anything until they do. That's the game.
What kind of show is it?
- Horror.
- Psychological, paranormal, or a slasher?
- Slasher. But smart.
It's a dark comedy, but no summer camp teenagers.
My main character, the Menacer, is a vigilante
who literally kills Karens.
- Do you have a signature kill?
- I got an ice pick,
a cinder block smash, and a nail gun.
- Those are all very pedestrian.
(ax thuds) (Bob grunts)
- Well, I think they work.
- You need an exploding head.
Scanners.
That was a film that nasty gerbil lizard
that blew out of John Hurt's stomach in Alien.
It's brilliant.
(grunts) People are so desensitized by violence.
You need a signature kill
to leave an indelible mark in their minds.
- Yeah. Something no one's ever seen before.
That's how you win a development deal.
- Nobody wins a development deal.
- You do at this festival.
- You buried the log line.
You don't just need a signature kill.
You check into the Bates Motel, turn your shower on
and start stabbing.
Nobody gets this chance.
Are you a killer?
- Yes, sir.
(intense music)
- Show the world that you're a killer.
(intense music transitions to bright gentle music)
(dog barks in distance)
- Careful! (Eddie gasping)
Don't knock into my collectible gnomes.
This is Darcy and Winston and my favorite Yannis.
They're more valuable than you.
(Billy screaming)
- Ah! No, stop, Billy!
Ah! (both grunting)
- Eddie. - Nice one, bud.
Hey, finish unpacking your room,
you can kill me again later.
- All right. - All right.
- What is going on? - Relax, Nancy.
It's just a prop knife (knife clicks)
from Crux of Fear.
- When are you gonna grow up?
I mean, all I see is Peter Pan.
- And after four short films,
I just want to go to Neverland.
- You're already there.
There's a line of people from Pewaukee
to Los Angeles trying to make it in Hollywood.
What makes you think that you could jump that line?
- Didn't you ever have dreams, Nancy?
- Yes, I had dreams.
I had dreams that Anna would wind up with
Robert Chapman, the personal injury attorney.
- Mom, stop it.
- Well, Eddie could make some real money at cousin Harold's
car dealership.
- Yeah. And I could also take a bath with a toaster.
- Please. - Mom, we've been over this.
Eddie works hard.
- Okay.
Yippee for us!
- That's it. (intense music)
You can feel it calling for you.
You're aching for it. You touch it.
You can feel the anger transforming you.
You slowly bring it to your face. You put it on.
Put it on Dave. - Okay, Eddie.
- That's it.
You hear me calling your name.
You turn around.
You're the Menacer now.
Cut! Perfect.
(dramatic music continues)
(paper rips)
(dramatic music continues)
- [Menacer] Karen, choose atonement or choose death.
The Menacer. (laughing)
(paper rips)
- I choose vengeance!
- Cut. That was the one.
Where did that come from?
- Sigourney Weaver. Alien.
(ax thuds)
- That's it, more of that.
You're watching everyone go mad
and only you can meet out their justice.
Now release it!
Joe. - I'm trying.
- Push the button. (liquid spraying)
- Uh...
- Cut.
Joe? - Yeah.
- What kind of pump was that?
- I don't know, I found it in a box
marked baby things in the garage.
- It's a breast pump. - But, it saved us money.
- It's gonna cost me my balls.
- We got the shot.
- Okay. Okay, let's do another one.
And when I give you the word,
you start lactating like there's no tomorrow.
And action!
(door creaks open)
(Eddie sighs) (door shuts)
(button clicks) (gerbil squeaking)
(Nancy screams)
What's wrong? (both screaming)
- What is happening? Are you- (both screaming)
Sorry, mom. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
- You promised
that Kong would stay in Skull Island.
- Eddie!
- Mom, are you okay?
(Nancy gasps) (Eddie grunts)
(door thuds)
- You scare my mom again
and I will slap shot your balls like a hockey puck.
- Once I'm greenlit, you'll never see me again.
- Yeah.
And when the Penguins call me up,
I can skate with Sidney Crosby.
- Who? - He's a hockey player,
dip-shit!
No, don't look at her.
Look at me. She can't save you.
I'm your world now.
- I'm sorry.
(body thuds) (machine clinking)
Use my balls for a hockey puck. Right?
I'm gonna use your balls for-
(cell phone ringing)
Hello?
What?
- As we've told you multiple times,
Billy can be very disruptive.
Seems that bad behavior runs in the family.
- [Both] We're sorry.
- Gentlemen. Sorry won't butter the biscuit.
There was an incident earlier today.
Some things do not belong in show and tell.
- I've been looking for that.
(school bell rings)
(children chatter in distance)
I can't believe you brought a severed head to school.
What were you thinking?
- I don't know.
- You can't chew gum in class.
You can't skip the lunch line.
You definitely can't bring a severed head to school.
- I just- - You got Legos,
you got Pompeii,
you even got King Kong.
Now those are the kind of things you
can bring to show and tell.
Not that.
- It's just everybody was talking about what their dad did
and I wanted to show them how cool you are.
(gentle music)
- Come here.
(gentle music continues)
(car passes)
(gentle music fades)
(knife chops, thuds)
(knife chopping)
- Hey dad, check this out.
- Very cool buddy.
How can I kill her?
- Excuse me? - Oh, I've re-shot everything.
But now I need a signature kill.
- You know who's killing it?
Robert Chapman. (knife thuds)
Personal injury attorney.
(muffled blender whirs)
(light ominous music)
(blender whirring over ominous music)
(knife chopping)
(knife continues chopping) (ominous music)
(ominous music builds)
(liquid pouring)
(ominous music continues)
(knife chopping) (intense music)
(intense music continues)
(head thuds) (Kevin grunts)
(intense music continues)
Robert Chapman. Robert Chapman. Robert Chapman.
(Eddie screaming)
Eddie. (intense music cuts)
Can you set the table with your signature knives
and forks?
The hell is going on with you?
(intense music resumes)
- [Eddie] A drill? (bill thuds)
- Already been done. Slumber Party Massacre.
- No, no, no.
It's a three inch circular drill
with an extended bit as long as your arm.
- Mm. - Right?
- Hmm.
Biddly-boo.
The Karen knows someone's following her.
Biddly-bing!
She gets her phone out ready to record.
Biddly-boo!
What she doesn't know is that it's the Menacer.
(Eddie buzzes and laughs)
Who's there?
Before she turns around.
(Eddie mimicking being electrocuted)
Oh God. A giant drill.
It's spilling out her chest.
Oh, it's everywhere!
Oh, my spleen! - Everywhere!
(both screaming indistinctly)
Flying through the air.
- And when the cops show up-
- She's got a hole the size of a fence post.
Do you know what that is, Eddie?
- What?
- A signature kill.
(both laughing)
(bobble head rattling)
- Well, Mrs. Schwank, can I interest you in our
Mutton Chop collection?
We have Chester A. Arthur,
John Quincy Adams, and Martin Van Buren.
For only $19.99, they can be all yours.
Hello?
- I thought I had a shitty job.
- It's not so bad. (bobble head rattles)
- The Mutton Chop collection?
Anyway, tell me about Hawkins.
- I've got our signature kill.
I've been up all night thinking about it.
- How are we gonna meet the deadline?
- I got some ideas.
So let's talk budget.
How much for a customized replica ahead of a Karen?
- 675 if we go to The Dapper Cadaver.
- Okay. What about a full body?
We could cut it in half.
- Remember that Goodwill mannequin from Crux of Fear?
- Yeah. No, no, no, you can't go cheap.
You get what you pay for.
This has to be signature kill-worthy.
- Okay. Okay.
Fake blood. Pig intestine. (calculator tapping)
Brain splatter.
Carry the one, looks like-
- Like what? - $2,247.
- I don't have enough blood or plasma.
- Or semen. (lively instrumental music)
It pays.
- Yeah. Yeah.
You want the Dracula posters?
I mean, I can do 200,
50 works too.
(lively music continues) (people chattering)
Looks just like my fake blood at home.
(lively music continues)
Excuse me. (horn honks)
You like vampires?
Got some in my van here. (van tapping)
(lively music continues)
(phone ringing)
Joe, buddy.
Can you do me a solid?
(lively music continues)
- Next.
(lively music continues)
Oh, hi Joe. - Hi Barb.
I'll be quick this time.
- Well, you usually are.
(lively music continues, concludes)
- You betcha. Nancy said you might come by about a job.
- Look, cousin Harold, to be honest,
this isn't my first choice,
but I need the money.
If I agree to take a job in the next few weeks,
is there any way you could gimme an advance?
- Advance? - Yeah, you know, just like a-
- I don't give advances.
Come here once real quick.
I got a way yous could make some quick cash.
- We need the money to bring me to life.
- I can't sell the van.
- Don't you want to define a new genre of horror?
- Anna still needs it for work.
- And we need it for glory. Don't be a baby.
Relinquish control. (laughing)
(Eddie slurping)
- What happened to you?
- I made a deal with the Devil.
- What? What did you do?
- I don't wanna talk about it, man.
We got the money for kills.
We better make it worth it. Okay?
- Right. Okay.
Well, it's gotta be werewolf mask material.
- What? - Uncle Larry decided
that he wanted his baby
to be breastfed by my Aunt Betty wearing a werewolf mask.
- Holy shit. - Genius. Right?
I guess he figured that he would always associate the mask
with comfort and that eventually he would stop being afraid
of like the dark and random things.
- His mom did that? - Just for a couple years.
They divorced when he was three
- Mm. Figures.
- Did you just say divorce? - Oh, no, no, no, buddy.
What are you doing up?
- Well, Pompeii's stomach is grumbling.
- Oh, the stomach grumbling again.
Well, maybe some salmon would do the trick.
- Oh yeah, you gotta eat your fish.
Need your omega-3s.
Why are you dressed like Russell Crowe?
- I got the lead rule of Julius Caesar in the school play.
- Wow. You know, they named a salad after that guy.
- Returneth now to Rome.
- Yeah, but maybe sleep in your PJ's.
- I can't. I'm going Method.
- I'm about to be assassinated by the Senate.
Hey babe, a couple things.
I took out the garbage, did the dishes,
and sold the blue bomber, so I'm just gonna go.
- Wait, what?
- Fixed Billy's lunch for tomorrow.
BLT. Bologna, lettuce, tomato.
Not the lettuce. 'cause you know
he hates that. - You sold the Blue Bomber?
- I had to.
It's the only way we could finish Killing Karens.
- You didn't think that maybe you should
consult me on that?
- I know, I know. I was desperate.
I sold all my Dracula posters
and my Wolfman collection. - Eddie. Eddie.
I'm a contractor.
How am I gonna use a Camry for work?
I mean, does the trunk even open?
- I tried everything. I literally sold my blood.
I even convinced Joe
to sell his- - Hon, hon, hon.
Why didn't you just come to me?
We probably could have borrowed the money from my mom.
- No.
- Or Robert.
- Robert? - Mm-hmm.
- I am not borrowing money from your ex.
Why would you even bring him up?
- Because you sold the van!
How am I gonna get Billy to-
- What?
Babe? What is it?
- We conceived Billy in the Blue Bomber.
- Are you sure?
I mean, I always thought it was-
I don't know what to do.
- Get out! (intense music)
- I'll get it back. (both yelling)
(both grunting) (suspenseful music)
It was a good deal!
You're gonna hit the nose!
(blade swipes) (intense music continues)
No, no, no, baby, that's a real machete!
(blade thuds)
- And I'm not moving to LA! (door slams)
Even if you win! (intense music settles)
- What are you doing up, Caesar?
- I'm worried about mommy and daddy.
- Oh, come on.
Oh, you know mommy and daddies, they argue,
and it's hard to hear, but you know what?
They love you. They love you, love you, love you.
Yeah, and they'll work it out. Don't worry.
- That's what I told Pompeii.
- Yeah. Good old Pompeii, huh? (laughing)
- Is that Roblox?
- No. It's a game called Texas Hold 'Em.
- That's a funny name.
- It's a fun game to play. Bluffing.
Big pots of unsuspecting fish.
- You mean like sharks?
- Grandma's the shark.
(both laughing)
(chips rattle)
- Oh gosh, Nancy, a real machete?
- Almost made him a Soprano.
It's been chaos ever since they moved in.
And I'm wondering if I should kick Eddie out
for his own good.
- Well, you know, there's only so much we can do
for our children.
That's why I had to put Clem in the asylum.
- Mm.
- And it's only a few months before you sell your house
and move in here.
- I mean, after three years on the waiting list,
grandma's ready for some fun.
- I'm gonna guide you on setting up your own GILF account.
It stands for Grandma's I'd like to-
- Dorothy!
(Dorothy chuckles)
- Is that your boy toy?
- Well, that's one of them.
- Dorothy. - Okay, so,
how's those three sugar daddies?
Lock it up. Bing, bing, bing.
Are you serious?
- What? - Is that really your guy?
- No. - He's my two o'clock.
(beer pouring) (mellow country music)
- We got the money. We can finish in time.
- Yeah, but now I'm in the doghouse with Anna.
- Joe Adcock, Pride of Pewaukee.
- Meanwhile, you're getting free beers
every time we come here.
- Dude, did you carry the town on your back
to the Little League World Series?
- But that's what I'm talking about. You're legend here.
I want that.
- I wish I had won more than just a state title.
F Jimmy Jabroni.
We'd be world champs if he didn't drop
that pop up against Taiwan.
- You were state champs. You were the MVP.
You'll always have that, Joe. I'm just a phone pimp.
- Killing Karens is gonna change all that.
This is what you've always wanted. It's in your reach.
- You're right. You're right.
- By the way, there might be a problem with our lead actor.
(alarm buzzes) (metal rattling)
- Technically the charge is piracy.
- Sweet. Dave, you're like a cyber hacker.
- Nah. Porch Pirate.
It pays the bills.
- Oh, I got a week left to shoot.
When are you getting outta here?
- Not so bad this time.
Four months. - Oh.
- You remember my Smarties.
- Of course.
(bag thuds)
- What's with the Smarties?
- You'd be surprised
what I could trade these for in Gen Pop.
- Wouldn't someone just steal 'em?
- Yep.
I got a permanent pocket.
It's my keister.
Oh, hey,
you guys interested in moving any product?
- You were dealing drugs too?
- No, but I still got a big stash of cat litter.
Some Tony Robbins books
and some dildos.
- At your house. - Yeah.
- How many dildos?
(light curious music)
(doors open and shut)
- I'm screwed. Oh, I was so close.
- You're overlooking something.
- What?
- Joe Adcock. Pride of Pewaukee.
- I don't need a baseball player.
- You need someone who can swing a bat.
I'll be the Menacer.
Remember in fifth grade I played the second wise man.
The frankincense guy.
- Yeah. It's just you're not as big.
And Dave, he's- - You're not gonna
find someone in time.
- Yeah, you're right. I mean, I guess it could work.
Okay. Yeah, sure.
You're the Menacer.
- Alright.
- [Both] Ah!
- Now for the really hard part.
(door creaks open)
I got you a butter burger from Culver's.
I'm sorry. And I love you.
- Eddie.
Sit down.
(bag rustles)
Aw, this was a cute one.
- Oh yeah.
- When we were the Incredibles for Halloween?
- Yeah. And Billy was Jack Jack.
- Mm-hmm.
I was kind of hot as Mrs. Incredible.
- Yeah, you were.
- Oh, you like my super suit?
- I think you're even hotter now.
- Stop. (both chuckle)
And of course, Kevin had
to ruin the theme by being a zombie.
- Ooh. - Always a bad guy.
- Hmm.
A bad guy.
(weights thud)
(Kevin sighs)
Hey Kev.
Staying in shape. Huh?
Whoa. (sticks clatter)
- You lift?
- No, no.
- I know.
- It's nice.
(Eddie whooshes)
You play? - Well Hockey? Yeah, sure.
- Really? What position?
- Uh...
- Goalie.
- Goalie, huh?
- So at first you believe it's just a slasher,
think Dexter meets American Horror Story.
Look, I know we've had our differences,
but I've been thinking- (puck whooshes and thuds)
but I've been thinking
you'd be great as the Menacer.
(puck thuds)
Oh, that was close. I felt the wind.
Just be yourself, rabid, unpredictable.
All roided up. (stick and puck thud)
Oh man, that was, yeah. Um...
So you'd be the star.
I'd give you a signed Ice Gophers's hockey jersey.
(puck thuds) (Eddie gasps, chuckles)
Hey.
So we good?
(puck thuds)
(Eddie thuds)
- Let's make it an all star Sidney Crosby jersey.
- Deal.
- I think
that playing the Menacer is really gonna help me
get past the Mrs. Pelagatti nightmare.
You got the meatloaf?
- Yeah. Yeah.
So I've been doing some thinking too.
And- - Good. I need your help.
Should I put some lifts in my shoes
and maybe wear some padding to make myself look bigger?
And I'm probably gonna need some
of your Jordan Peele level directing
to help me out on my menacing.
- It's not what I meant. Um...
I don't think you're right for the role.
- What?
You got nobody. Who else are you gonna get?
- Kevin. - Kevin.
He's psychotic. - Exactly,
and the right build.
Joe, he's gonna gimme the best chance to win.
- So you're dumping me.
- Dumping you?
No, no, no. Are you crazy?
I'm still gonna need you to get your head bashed in.
- So you want the only Black guy in Pewaukee
to get his head bashed in.
You Remind me of Mrs. Pelagatti.
- Joe, you would be good as the Menacer.
But Kevin will be perfect.
And if I'm gonna win, I'm gonna need perfect.
- I'm the one Mrs. Pelagatti was yelling at.
I'm the victim. I should be the Menacer.
I mean, what, am I just a friend
when it's convenient to you?
Geez, if it wasn't for my Festivus party,
you wouldn't even have hooked up with it.
- I owe you the world.
- Yeah, you do. - But this is it for me.
I'm sorry. Maybe I'm being selfish.
- You are. - But if I only got
one more shot, then I'm gonna need-
- Kevin?
Kevin barely brushes his teeth at night.
Fine.
Don't come crawling back to me when he flakes.
Doesn't know his lines
or tries to bash you.
Who's the next victim anyway?
- Well, that's the other thing.
He's vengeance. He's the Menacer.
He's big. He's mean.
He hates Karen's.
Oh, and remember Kevin, don't actually hit Joe with the bat.
- Wait, wait, wait. You have to tell him that?
- Action.
Perfect. That's it. (suspenseful music)
That's it.
Get ready to start swinging.
(Joe wailing) (suspenseful music)
That's it, Kevin. That's it.
That's it. That's it. (body thudding)
That's the rage I need. Keep going.
(Joe wailing) (bat thudding)
Cut.
Kevin.
That was great.
- I'll be back later.
It's Ice Gophers' thong giveaway today.
- I'm done too.
- Oh, you're going to the thong giveaway?
- No, I'm done playing your victim.
(light somber music)
- Joe.
(birds chirping)
(Eddie sighs)
- Matthew, Joseph, Joshua?
- Olivia, Sophia, Nina.
- Billy's a cool name. - Yep.
- Perhaps I could interest you in our Mount
Rushmore collection, Ms. Glovsky.
We have George, Teddy, Thomas,
and good old Honest Abe all available.
Hello?
(desk rattles) (phone alert beeps)
(Eddie sighs)
I did it. (desk thuds)
I did it!
- What? You sold Millard Fillmore?
- I got into Hollywood Elites Film Festival.
- You did? - Yeah.
- I guess you turned down Sundance.
- Are we going to take that?
- Uh.
- She means well.
- This is our dream!
- Well, perhaps I should clarify. It's not Sundance.
- Clarify? This is our golden ticket!
- Well, first prize is a development deal
with a major streamer, so.
- Second prize is a set of steak knives?
- This is my golden ticket. I've gotta finish this thing.
Oompa Loompa, doopity-do!
Doopity-do!
- God. - Okay, Kevin.
You protect the weak. You're their only hope.
So keep your head up and walk towards me.
All right? Great.
- [Kevin] Where are you?
- Dude. I'm right in front of you.
Just follow my voice.
Okay. Scene 89, take-
- I don't know. - Okay, whatever.
And action.
(drill whirring)
Keep going. Keep coming, keep coming.
Yeah.
it's perfect. (metal thuds)
Cut. (drill whirring)
Kevin, Kevin, stop, Kevin, cut! (screaming)
- Just keep it elevated, Eddie.
- Okay. Alright.
And action.
(drill whirring)
There we go.
Now creep toward her, creep toward, creep toward.
Keep going.
You're about to die!
Death is coming!
It's at your door?
There we go. Yes, that's it, yes!
Get to her, lower, lower into the bowl.
That's it, yes, yes, yes!
It's everywhere! (laughing)
(drill whirring) (victim screaming)
Signature kill!
- Sic Semper Karenus.
- And cut!
- Ugh. - Kevin.
A star is born.
- Is that meatloaf?
- They're coming to get you, Barbara.
- Stop it. You're ignorant.
- They're coming for you,
Barbara. - Me too.
- Et tu, Brute.
Then Caesar Falls.
- Mary, Jennifer, McKenna?
- Brian, Dennis, Michael?
- Billy, Billy, Billy!
- That is a great name. That's why we gave it to you.
- Yeah. Why don't you keep practicing, bud?
- I'm a big brother now. I just wanna help.
- Okay, if you want to help, go get a pencil and paper
and write down four names that aren't Billy.
Right? - Got it.
- Get outta here.
- When are you gonna make up with Joe?
- This is our first real fight, so...
- Okay, ready.
- Wow, that was quick.
All right. What do we got here?
Night Wig?
- Nightwing. - Nightwing.
- What's that from? Batman? - Alright.
Team Titans Go. Nightwing Matthews.
It's actually a really good actor name.
- Can't wait 'til Pompeii hears this.
- Ooh, we got a problem.
- What, you don't like the name?
- No.
I think Nightwing is about to come out of the Bat Cave.
Yeah. Yeah. - Oh!
- Get the go bag. - Okay, alright.
- Get the go bag. - Alright.
Poltergeist, it's happening!
(bag rustles)
Babe, I've got it, I got it!
(Eddie grunts and thuds)
- Eddie?
(Anna gasping)
- First time?
- No. - I meant about your husband.
- Still, no.
(bright music)
(door creaks open)
- Here's Joshua Luke.
- Welcome Joshua.
And the mummy.
(wood knocking)
- Joe.
- I wanted Nightwing to meet his uncle.
- Thanks, Anna.
Congrats. - Oh, thanks.
What is it?
- It's the Leftomatic.
Simply slide it over the baby's right hand.
And it forces him to use his left
to pick up Cheerios.
At first he can't- - And he starves to death?
- No, no, no.
Well, maybe, but he masters the use of his left hand.
- I'm not following.
- If he plays ball, this'll be a huge advantage.
He can make millions.
(nuts spill)
- Oh yeah. Yeah.
And if Joe's family would've let him use
the Leftomatic, he would've been in the big leagues.
- Okay, Mom, let's show Joshua his new room.
- The Leftomatic. Pick up my nuts.
- Yes, Nancy.
- Joe. I got it.
Sorry for not letting you play the Menacer.
I'm sure you would've been great.
- Yeah, I would have.
- And then to have you wear the blonde wig
and the robe. - And the slippers.
- Yeah, that was,
that crossed a line.
- Yeah, it did. And I'm not gonna lie, it hurt a lot.
Wanna know how you can make it up to me?
Put the Leftomatic on the baby's hand.
- It's not gonna happen, Joe.
I need more money.
I don't think I can afford you anymore.
- Figure it out. (blade swipes)
You can't kill me. I'm the killer.
- What do you expect me to do?
- (growling) Do I have to do everything?
You've got all of Dave's porch pirate stuff right here.
- I guess I could go online and sell a Johnson Vibronson.
- Mm, that's right. I kill the Karens off.
You get them off. (laughing)
- This might actually work. Maybe even Nancy would buy one.
- What am I buying? (door opens and shuts)
- Oh, self-help book.
I'd rather buy one of your mediocre masterpieces.
(book thuds)
Money problems again?
- Just found out I need another 700 to show at the festival.
I was so close.
I just wanted people to Google me
and see a successful filmmaker, a horror savant.
- You know when people Google Robert Chapman,
they see a successful attorney with four kids.
It's just wondering if you could still,
you know, get it up.
- What? - You heard me?
I mean, it's been seven years since Billy.
One lapse of judgment. One lousy night.
And she ends up with you instead of Robert.
- Robert, Robert, Robert.
If I had a dollar for every time you threw him in my face,
I wouldn't have a money for problem, would I?
You constantly preach that I'm a dreamer.
Well, I got news for you, Nancy.
Maybe you should stop fantasizing.
What a thought.
Anna would have a perfect little life
if she married Robert instead of you, ha!
Well, guess what?
She chose me after a night of carnal pleasure.
Instead of that ambulance chasing Chardonnay
sipping twat-waffle.
How's that for reality?
- Okay, I hear you.
So you wanna be a director for one last time?
I'll loan you the money.
- What? I don't want your money.
- You wanna fail? - No, I don't.
- Then take my money.
I mean shit or get off the pot.
- Fine.
One condition, when you lose, you'll go back
to my cousin Harold's.
And you'll take that job.
Or I'll throw your ass right out.
- You're gonna kick us out? - No, just you.
Oh, by the way, I have my own Johnson Vibronson.
(door slams)
- You are giving him the money.
- I'm doing it for Anna. He's gotta lose.
- Why?
- Because it's the only way that he's going to get
that stupid dream out of his system.
- Well, you know, sometimes it's nice to have dreams.
- Ugh. Dreams.
- At least Eddie has a dream.
He's looking forward to something. What does Kevin have?
- Kevin's fine.
He's been chasing the same thing since he was 13.
- Well, maybe Kevin needs to know there's a world
outside of Pewaukee.
(zipper zips)
- Well, I'm all packed for LA.
Just wish the timing was better.
I really wanted you to come with me to the film festival.
- Oh, I know, honey. But this is your moment.
I wish the boys and I could come
with you, but- - We'll be fine.
- We couldn't have done this without you, mom.
- I know, but I've been thinking I wanna
protect my investment.
- What are you talking about? - What do you mean?
- Well, I'm not gonna send Peter Pan
to Neverland by himself.
- Mom, stop. Joe's going with him.
- Kevin's going too.
- Me? - Kevin?
- He's the star, isn't he?
- Mom, mom, the Ice Gophers are playing this weekend.
- Right. The Ice Gophers.
- Listen, you have enough thongs, peanut butter breath.
Kevin goes, or I don't give you the rest of the money.
- We're going to California?
Do I need to like have a passport, or?
(train chugging) (gentle music)
- Hey.
(people chattering)
- Looks like Kevin's making friends.
- Wow. Looks like anything's possible in LA.
- Right? (both chuckle)
- Oh, we're up.
- Kevin.
(camera clicking) (people chattering)
- Wait, wait, wait. One more.
Joe Adcock, price of Milwaukee.
(camera clicks) (plane whirring)
(upbeat dance music) (people chattering)
- I see you.
I like Hollywood.
- Excuse me, sir.
Excuse me. Can I just see this for one second?
- Oh. - Yeah.
You are a nominee, so you're gonna have
to fix your badge, okay?
- Oh. - Thank you so much.
- I'm one of the stars.
- Are you? Okay, well that's great.
Just so you know,
stars don't usually put their names
on the front of their jersey.
Okay?
- My mom got it for me.
- Don't care.
- Who was that?
- I am sure not anyone important.
- Hello Festival goers.
I am Karen Brazo Fuerte, and I am the Founder
and Director of the 15th Annual Hollywood
Elites Film Festival.
(all clapping)
Okay, well, FYI, everyone at the cash bar is open
and you can be sure that the OJ is excellent
because it was a personally squeezed by Miguel.
(juice trickling)
Hola. - A real live Karen?
- [Karen] My father was a baseball player.
- Maybe that's a good thing?
- But he told me- - No, no, we're screwed.
- [Karen] I could break into the cryogenics lab
and steal (indistinct) frozen head.
- I'm Thelma. We made Home Bodies.
It's basically Barbie meets The Meg.
- Oh, wow. - And I'm Louise.
This is our third film festival.
- But the first with the development deal
is the grand prize.
- And the execs who choose the winner are right over there.
- A lot of heroes, Superman.
- Thanks- - Like Mama says,
that's the tits.
- Oh. And who doesn't like those?
Am I right?
Hey, I'm Jackson Black.
I do development deals.
I'm just back from Sundance,
and I'm on my way to South by next.
- What are looking for?
- Something I can pump and dump over on Me-cock.
I feast on the weak.
And this is what I call a target rich environment.
Pew pew!
Ooh. Locked and loaded.
- You know, I don't usually like your thing,
but I would hit it.
I mean, obviously, and you can join in.
I'm not usually into, what are you particularly,
what do you call yourself?
I don't know what's like the right thing to say.
- It's very- - Asian?
- I miss you.
Hey, how's the baby? What's Billy up to?
- The baby's fine, but there's a little problem with Billy.
- Did he bring something inappropriate to school again?
- Oh, you mean the box of sex toys?
No, someone's a little upset
we didn't name the baby Nightwing.
- Up next, we are screening our TV pilots.
Now I myself have auditioned for dozens of pilots.
- Oh hey babe, I gotta go.
They're screening Killing Karens.
- Okay, okay, good luck, good luck, good luck.
I love you. (phone beeps)
Oh, okay.
(dramatic movie music)
(suspenseful music) (victim screaming)
(blood splatters) (audience exclaims)
(audience clapping)
- Do you think the execs like it?
- [Menacer] Sic Semper Karenus.
- What do you call people from Vermont?
- Vermontians. I don't know.
- No, that doesn't sound right.
- I can't tell.
(suspenseful music cuts) (microphone taps)
- Okay. I was a singer in a rock and roll band.
I used to open for a Bush, at Cobo Arena.
So I know a little something about big moments.
- Got the scoop on our competition for best pilot.
- Give it to me. - Agony of Defeat.
One man's quest to find the world's most enticing foot odor.
- That would kill on OnlyFeet.
- The Cleaner, an AI talking vacuum befriends an insurance
adjuster. - Very timely.
- The Germinator, a Wuhan love affair.
- Hmm hmm.
- And the Mensch Connection.
Adventures in Jewish Matchmaking.
- Unless it's porn, I think we got a shot.
(Eddie chuckles)
- I am worried about you.
- What? I'm fine.
- Anna, you threw a machete at him.
- I missed.
(both laughing)
- You know, I spent 15 years trying to fix Dwayne.
I moved from Brooklyn to Pewaukee only to find out
that his first, second, and third priorities
was not his family.
- Mom, please don't compare my husband to that man.
- He didn't even like Pewaukee.
- Well, I love Pewaukee.
- Yeah, but does Eddie?
I mean, is this his home
or is it out there?
- I don't know. We haven't really talked about it.
- Well, don't you think you should?
- Mom, I'm happy.
Isn't that what matters?
Eddie loves me and he's an amazing father.
- He's a dreamer.
- Yeah. But that's the best part about him.
He's got ambition, he's got imagination.
He's- - I understand.
But you know what?
It's just- - Mom. Let's just not do this.
Can't you just trust me?
(baby screams in distance)
- Stay. I'll go get Nightwing.
Can't believe I just called him that. What's wrong with me?
- Oh, can you get me my new breast pump from the garage?
(people chattering)
- And that is why I have never had a better
love scene partner than Mr. Pauly Shore.
Yep.
Anyway, I have the nominees here
for the best pilot at the Hollywood Elites Film Festival.
So could you say just one word?
One word that describes how you feel about filmmaking?
I would like to turn this over to Larva. Larva.
- It's actually Lavra. - Oh, okay. I'm sorry.
Larva, everybody.
It's Larva. - Lavra.
- And there is your word, Larva.
You may exit.
Thank you so very much, Larva. Step back.
Of course, might I say about Larva's film.
She did a wonderful,
wonderful film about her beautiful city in the Ukraine.
Although I would imagine
that it doesn't look like that anymore.
(audience exclaims and murmurs)
Yeah. Sadly.
Okay. Next.
Yeah.
- Um- - Don't touch the mic.
Thank you.
- Patience. - Awesome.
Thank you so very much.
And you could step back as well.
It is great for our audience
to hear such hard-earned wisdom.
Right? Just, it's amazing.
All right, it is time to present the award for best pilot.
We had so many unique and deserving nominees this year.
Of course, that is a staple here at the Hollywood
Elites Film Festival.
You know, it just, it just reminded me,
when I was an actress, I played a small part
in Sex and the City, which-
- She just played a waitress.
- Of course, won an Emmy for Outstanding Comedy Series.
So I think I know what it's like to be part
of an award-winning production.
Hello. (audience clapping)
Thank you so much. You're such dears.
You're such dears. Real sweet.
Sweet sweets. Okay.
So the winner of the best pilot
for the 15th Annual Elites Film Festival is
Agony of Defeat! (audience clapping)
(somber music) (audience clapping)
- We just lost to the OnlyFeets guy.
(people clapping) (camera clicking)
(people chatter)
- Hey, we lost our category. Huh?
- Actually, Kevin, we didn't just lose, we got beat
by a guy with a foot fetish.
- Huh? - Yeah.
- Tarantino wannabe.
This whole festival's a freaking farce.
What? I paid 50 bucks for this wheelchair.
So whatever. Okay?
(glass thuds)
- Were we supposed to pay for a wheelchair?
(singer vocalizes)
- Oh, yes, sir.
(muffled club music)
The Corolla is a dependable model.
And this baby will last you for years.
(hand pats table)
I can let you have it, but hold on, hold on.
Let me talk to my manager.
(audience clapping)
- [Karen] As you know,
the grand prize is a development deal,
which is of course, priceless.
- Tell you what's priceless.
Storing body parts in your mother-in-law's garage.
- Hey, I still think we have a shot at the grand price.
'cause actually Sadie says that-
- We don't, Kevin.
We lost. It's over.
- Okay, the grand prize winner
of the 15th annual Hollywood Elites Film Festival is
Killing Karens! (dramatic music)
(everyone cheering)
- Hey, I'm Jackson Black.
(body thuds) (audience cheering)
- Sorry.
(dramatic music) (audience cheering)
Hold on.
Sic Semper Karenus! (all cheering)
God, yeah! (all cheering)
Wow.
Killing Karens may come across as a offbeat horror story,
but it came from a personal experience.
Karens can come in all shapes and sizes.
We all know who they are. We've all seen them.
We probably all had the chance to intervene, but didn't.
But the Menacer does.
He sees the trauma that Karen's cause
and puts a stop to them from happening permanently.
(audience cheering)
I, uh.
I wouldn't be here tonight
if it wasn't for my psychotic brother-in-law, Kevin,
without my producer
and best friend Joe on whom this story is based.
And most of all, without the most
understanding wife.
She couldn't be here today.
She...
I... (light dramatic music)
I wanted to thank...
I, I...
(Joe claps) (all clapping)
(Joe exclaiming) (bright music)
(clapping continues) (bright music continues)
(all laughing) (cameras clicking)
- Beautiful.
(dramatic music continues)
- We won. We actually won.
- What?
They won!
- Oh, fuck.
- Joe.
We did it. - Yeah!
- How did we do it?
- 'Cause we're like, John effing Carpenter, bitch.
We're like, we're like, Shohei Ohtani
and Jordan Peele made a baby.
- Huh? - Show him the-
- Can I buy you a drink?
Great.
And I wanna hear all about the time you drove the Zamboni.
- Oh, well, a lot of people think it's a C class vehicle,
but it's actually not regulated that way.
Basically- - This is some
crazy shit, man.
- No woman has ever bought me a drink.
And when did he get so smooth?
- Which I've got all three. So-
- I swear to God, I've seen Kevin eat glue.
- No, no, no, no, no. I'm talking about this.
The festival. Karen Brazo Fuerte.
Miguel's orange juice. We won, man!
We won. - Are you talking about-
- [Both] Highway! (both laughing)
- Hey, hey, hey, Stranger Things.
- What? - How does my ass taste?
- Yeah, bring it in.
Keep going, keep going. Yeah.
(both grunting)
Oh. It's everywhere.
Oh, my spleen, oh.
(gentle music)
We are the Ice Gophers,
we go for the goal. - Dad!
- There he is.
Oh, I missed you. Yeah!
- That looks like a participation trophy.
- They won.
- Yeah, we won. - Well, good.
So now you can pay me back.
- Well... - Well, not just yet.
There's still a few more details we need to figure out.
- Okay. So the investor gets screwed.
- Hollywood is a place
where they will pay you a million dollars for a kiss
and 50 cents for your soul.
- Oh. - Everyone knows that!
- Ah! I love these guys! (all laughing)
(gentle music) (all chattering and laughing)
- [All] Yeah! (glasses clink)
- I said I wanted to see you again.
No, I wanna see you again!
Yeah, well, I can always,
I can always come there or, yeah, I can come there.
(gentle music settles)
(everyone chatters indistinctly)
- Not everybody's ready for the challenge.
(door slams)
- I've read that breastfeeding works best.
- Really?
Well, there's not much I can do about that.
- Mm.
- You're a weird guy, Joe.
- [Billy] Grandma, can I feed the baby?
- Yeah.
No! What are you thinking?
Take that thing off.
- Dad says we don't want the baby to grow up scared.
- Yeah. Sounds great.
Thank you guys.
Yeah. Yeah, sounds good.
Yeah. See you in LA.
- So?
- They're serious.
It's a real development deal. They wanna start meetings.
- Oh, I'm so proud of you.
- Only thing is they,
they want me to come out to LA
for four weeks for meetings starting Thursday.
- So you'll miss Billy's play.
- I know.
- Eddie, if this development deal
develops into-
- A green light. - Right.
What happens next?
- Well, if the show gets picked up, we'll move to LA.
No more telemarketing. - Honey.
- I'll be doing a job that I really love
and getting paid for it, this could be
just the beginning for us.
- Eddie, I'm not uprooting Billy
and Nightwing
and I'm not leaving my family.
- But this was our dream.
- No, your dream was to get into a big Hollywood festival
and you did.
And you won, and you have this development deal.
And that's crazy.
But we always talked about chasing something together.
(gentle music)
Whatever happened to that?
- Mm mm mm mm.
You sold your three best gnomes
to give Eddie the money.
- Even Yannis?
- Not Yannis. - It backfired.
I mean, all I did was keep him believing in this
stupid Hollywood dream.
- And Eddie bagged the grand prize.
Hm.
You know, I always knew he had that.
Oh, what's the word for it? (speaking in foreign language)
- You think he's really gonna get a show in Hollywood?
- What do I know?
Does it matter?
I mean, I made a bad call.
- It's not your worry anymore, you know?
'cause you're gonna be at Sunrise Estates soon.
- Three years on the waiting list.
You must be excited that you're finally gonna get your spot.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I'm thrilled.
- Yeah, totally.
That works for me. Yeah.
And I, I got the show Bible done. You're gonna love this.
(animals squawking)
You heard that? I'm rewatching Halloween for research.
That was Jamie Lee Curtis.
Great.
I'll see you Thursday.
- Who was that?
- Someone I'm gonna be working with.
Hey buddy. Can I talk to you about something important?
- Yes. I'm a big brother now.
- Well, technically yes,
but you still gotta listen to Mommy.
- Are you going to miss my play?
- I'm working for a really big company now.
I have plans and schedules and I'm a part of them now.
I can't.
Okay, remember when Charlie got the golden ticket to go to
Mr. Wonka's Chocolate Factory?
- Uh huh. - It's kinda like that.
Only with this-
- Why do you wanna leave us?
- Buddy, I don't wanna leave you.
It's just
this has been a dream of daddy's for a long time.
Hey, I know you're scared.
I'm a little scared too.
- Daddy, if you're scared, you should take Pompeii
with you, he'll protect you.
- Thank you.
Now this is what big brothers do,
but I can't take Pompeii.
He's here to protect you.
- I don't want you to be scared.
You're gonna be all alone with nobody to count on.
(people chattering in distance)
(plane whirring)
- We made it.
- Let's go kill some Karens.
- Suits on. Shoes on.
Let's get you that third house.
Eddie!
- Hey. - Hey. Good to see you buddy.
- Hey. - We're here to protect you
from the suits.
- Okay. Yeah. - Cuff links, nice.
- Hey, Lana, Bosley.
These are my agents, Javi and Randon.
- Hi. - Great to finally
meet you in person. - Yeah.
As you know, I drafted-
- We put this together and we would love
to talk casting.
- As you know, we represent the top 60%
of the industry.
- Great.
But first we have some exciting news.
- We had consumer insights run the concept
by our focus groups.
- Amazing. - And the title
Killing Karen's is, frankly,
a bit dark for our algorithms.
- Dark. - It is a bit dark.
- What our audiences are really looking for the show
to do is explore love.
- Love. - Love.
- All you need is love, baby.
- Exactly.
The Menacer-
- Needs a romantic interest.
- What do you guys think about Jojo Siwa?
- [Both] Love her.
- Yes. - But more than that-
- The Menacer is not a killer,
per se. - No.
He's more of an unarmed social worker
- Or a behavioral health specialist who listens
to the community and counsels those in need.
- Mm. Yes, yes, yes.
We have just the right leading man.
He's- - A Mark Zuckerberg type,
but with empathy. - I don't understand.
- Mm.
- That's okay.
But before we talk casting, Lana, why don't share
what Hillary was thinking about-
- Percy. - Percy?
- Percy Gavelstone?
- The Gavelator.
- Yes, he's written two- - Rom comes.
- Yeah. We rep him too, so.
- That's exciting. - What is Percy going to do?
- He's your showrunner. - Okay.
So if he's in the writer's room, how am I going
to ensure my vision?
- Well, your concept is strong.
- Very strong. - Two strongs make a right.
- But you're not leaning into the restorative justice
themes at the college educated,
BIPOC suburban women are looking for.
- Mm. - Yeah.
- So what's my role? - This is your idea.
- Totally your idea. - Completely.
- Especially after we ran the modifications
through our AI simulation test group.
It's top decile.
- Million iterations don't lie.
- Went from a Prank Encounters to a Squid Game.
- So if we're moving forward, we'll set a meeting
for you on the top floor with Hillary.
(both agents chuckle)
- Oh, and we buried the lead.
You're gonna love the new title.
- New title? - You wanna tell him?
- Embracing Karens. (children chatter in distance)
What have we done, Pompeii?
(birds chirping) (children chatter in distance)
(phone ringing)
Hey- - Hey honey,
I only have a second, I wanna hear how it's going,
but it's crazy over here. - Oh, well, I-
- [Anna] Can I call you right back?
(both stammering) - Oh. Oh, okay, I-
- I love you. - I love you too.
(phone beeps)
(children laugh) (birds chirping)
(children scurry and laugh)
- Hey, what are you doing sitting alone with a teddy bear
and staring at the children?
- What? - I know all the parents here
and I don't recognize you.
Uh-huh, predators can't be within 2000 feet of a park.
I'm calling the police.
Yes, yes, it's me again.
(train chugging)
(window tapping)
(window slides)
- Eddie, what the hell are you doing here?
- I won. I won the development deal.
- Good. (window slides)
- No no no, Mr. Hawkins, I need your help.
- What are we talking about? Hmm?
They got money for art advisor?
- I just need to talk to you.
- All right, come on in.
Let's get out of the light. - Okay.
- Have a seat.
(door thuds)
Yeah, I used to live in Bel Air,
but it's simple math, really.
Four kids, three ex-wives, two girlfriends
and a former show dog.
- So you have a family?
- Yeah.
I see my youngest once a year. That's all I could take.
He loves Disney, so all my residuals
go to that effing mouse.
What was this about needing an advisor?
- You know what?
Maybe this is the best time. - Sit down, look at me.
Look at me.
I am Bob Hawkins.
The horror whisperer, the bearer of terror. People love me.
People admire me. You sought me out.
Now why are you here sitting with me and Rathbone?
(dog barks in distance)
- Well, I'm meeting with an executive tomorrow,
but they want to gut Killing Karens.
- So what's the problem? You getting paid?
They give you notes?
Then they give you an enema.
- It’s...
- it's not my show anymore.
- Don't be a baby. Suck it up.
What did you think was gonna happen?
Did you think you were gonna impose your art on them?
You got what you wanted.
You got the show and now, now you know the truth.
It's not a chocolate factory,
it's a butcher shop.
(steady curious music)
- I am not going to celebrate that woman's life.
I don't know. Make something up.
You said that you're creative.
Well, I'm not going to your mother's funeral.
God, I should've never married him.
Alright, what can I do for you?
- I thought I'd meet with you today without my agents.
- Oh, are there any problems?
They said the development deal looked good.
- It's generous. Nine months guaranteed for season one.
That's more money than I ever made
slinging dead presidents
- And created by and executive producer credits.
Your agents demanded. And we agreed.
- But my idea, it's-
- They're getting paid for your idea.
Whether you have one more idea
or whether you write one more scene or not.
All you have to do now is sign this contract.
- But that's the problem. It's not my idea anymore.
- Mm.
So the core of your idea is taking
care of Karens, right?
Well there are 13 ways to do that.
Percy. He has ideas.
Our AI generated focus groups have ideas.
You had idea.
- Yeah. Well no, I've thought about this for years.
It's my thing.
- Eddie, you are going to be in the writer's room
with seven other talented writers.
Believe me, your voice is going to be heard. Okay.
All I need you to do is sign this
so we can make your dreams come true.
- Let me think about it.
Embracing Karens.
(tool revs)
- We need to gut this suit.
- She's a Hollywood exec. I'm a kid from Pewaukee.
- These execs are shitting all over us.
- I'm nobody.
- I would rather die than be turned into
a flacid farce. (saw buzzing)
- On second thought. Do you have a pen?
- I do.
- If I sign this, I get paid no matter what. Right?
- Well, yes, but- - And you can do
whatever you want with the show.
- Well, yes, but- - You got it.
You own the idea.
You can make the Menacer a ballet dancer if you want.
- Well, only if the algorithms say.
- Pay me.
But I don't want anything to do with it.
I don't want my name on it. Nothing.
(gentle curious music)
- Wow.
Well, good.
(gentle music continues)
- The only thing I embrace is a buzz saw. (laughing)
- Let's go home.
- I could murder a butter burger.
(school bell rings)
- I almost cried when you got murdered in the Senate.
Did it hurt? - Nah.
I convinced Miss Feeney
to use Dad's knife from Crux of Fear.
Mom, look!
(bright music)
- Hey bud.
Oh gosh. I missed you.
- Did you see it? Did you see my play?
- I did. You nailed it.
You nailed the speech in the Senate. I knew you would.
- What are you doing here? Why aren't you in Hollywood?
- Couldn't miss Billy's play.
- When are you going back?
- I'm not going back.
(bright music)
And now we're back here. Like nothing's changed.
- So what are you gonna do next?
- Well actually I had this
really good- - Joe Adcock.
Pride of Pewaukee.
(bright music continues)
- Festival photo's gone?
- All glory is fleeting.
(bright music continues)
- Is that her?
Yeah. My Uber's here.
- Kevin. - Yeah.
- Sidney Crosby jersey. Signed and delivered.
- Man, here, you keep it.
- What?
I thought that- (Kevin grunts)
Yeah, sure. Great.
- Ow!
- You gonna teach Sadie how to skate?
- No, she's gonna teach me how to surf.
(bright music continues)
I'm sorry I'm leaving.
- It's okay.
Miss me, okay? - Yes, ma'am.
(bright music continues)
(door shuts)
- Bye Kev. - See ya.
- Gonna be okay? - I'll be okay.
- Excited for Sunrise Estates?
- I decided not to go. It's not the right time.
- What? - Yeah.
My Neverland. Eh, it could wait.
(bright music continues)
(box rustles) (cell phone ringing)
- Hey Joe.
- Yo yo yo. - What's up?
- Fantasy football draft tonight.
Got the third pick.
- I already told you. You can pick for me.
- Dude. I might stick you with Derek Carr.
- Whatever dude, I've got an important new film project.
(phone beeps off) (people chattering)
- Derek Carr it is.
(suspenseful music)
(Demonizer laughs maniacally)
(baby giggles)
- Cut.
Billy, you're the Demonizer.
You can't make Nightlwing giggle.
- How can I guard this crib?
I can't see a thing in this mask.
- Hun, can we just cut out some eye holes for Billy?
- Can we get one more shot?
(phone vibrates)
- Eddie? - Oh, tell Joe
to take Patrick Mahomes and I'll call him later.
- It's someone named Bosley.
(phone vibrating)
- We're busy.
(gentle music)
Alright Billy, gimme your best Demonizer scream.
- Roar! - Yeah!
You protect the weak. You're the Demonizer.
(gentle music continues)
- Meatloaf.
- Oh, thanks, Nancy.
(gentle music continues)
Billy set?
- Set.
- Nightwing set.
(baby coos)
- He's set.
- Alright, gimme a roar.
And- (Nancy screams)
- I think Kong got out again.
(lively playful music)
(all giggling)
(playful music continues) (singer vocalizes)
♪ Oh baby ♪
♪ It's been too long since I have heard this song ♪
♪ Just one no did it ♪
♪ We are back home ♪
♪ Baby it's true ♪
♪ I'll take it ♪
♪ Everything we dream ♪
♪ We've made it ♪
♪ Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ♪
♪ We made it, ooh ooh ooh ♪
- You ready, Joe?
- Oh, I was born ready.
- Action.
- Joe Adcock here.
The pride of Pewaukee.
Don't be scared of high prices.
Cousin Harold's slashing the competition.
(paper rips) (horns blaring)
Have no fear of bad credit.
Cousin Harold's deals will drive you batty.
So come to cousin Harold's,
he's dying to get your business.
(Joe laughs maniacally)
- Cut.
(lively music continues)
- Anna.
Eddie could make some real money if he went
to work with Uncle (censored) head.
- [Eddie] Hold on, hold on.
We got the wasp plug right there.
- Ooh, ooh. - It's like right at her.
- Wanna open the door? - Yeah.
- Let it out? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [Director] Brian, you know where to exit, right?
- 40 Hector, take one. (people chattering)
- [Director] Yeah. Yeah.
Around the house to your left.
Down the driveway. To your left.
Action.
Resetting. I saw your hand.
Action. Reset.
Action. Reset, action.
Alright. Resetting.
Action. Resetting. (body thuds)
♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪
- Go out. Go out. ♪ Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ♪
- Did it go out? - No.
- And you can be sure that the OJ is excellent
because it was squeezed personally by Miguel.
(metal clattering)
Amateurs, (censored). (everyone laughing)
- [Director] Alright, reset the orange juice.
And action.
- Netflix, Apple, Hulu. Even the cock.
Netflix, Apple, Hulu.
Even the Gack.
Netflix, Apple, Hulu. Even the cock.
Gotta have the cock.
- When are you gonna grow up?
I mean, all I see
is Peewee Herman.
No (laughing).
- Boom, baby!
Yeah, look at it. Stare at it.
Taste it. Can you taste it, son?
Yeah. Oh, I took you down, son.
I took you to Chinatown.
Yeah, we are the Ice Gophers,
we go for the goal, whoo!
- Let's just let him have this.
- [Kevin] We rock your hole, ugh.
- So I used to open for Bush.
Not Bush. It was band called Bush.
- Do you wanna take it out?
- I think it's okay for now.
I mean if you- - Oh!
- Nice. Holy (censored). - Got back (indistinct)
- Nice.
I think you got it. - Got it, Jimmy?
- Did we? - Action?
- Yep. I got a permanent pocket.
♪ He finally gave me ♪
- It's my keister.
(crew laughing)
- First, before we talk casting, Lana, you wanna share
what Sheila was-
That's not her name.
But before we talk casting Lana, why don't share
what Sheila-
(censored) Jesus. (crew laughing)
- Kevin's fine.
He's been chasing the same thing since he's 12, 13.
Okay. 11. (all laughing)
- 1, 2, 3.
- Embracing Karens. Why don't you say it?
(crew laughing)
- And action!
(all laughing)
- FYI, Everyone, the cash bar is open.
(metal rattling) (censored)
Orange juice.
Miguel, mamacita is speaking.
Work quietly.
- [All] L'chaim.
- My friend. My friend. - Yeah. Let's go.
- Okay, so when I was a child actor
in a little play called Annie.
♪ The sun will come out ♪
You can hear it, right? Like, oh, is she the girl?
♪ Pick me back off the ground ♪
(pop music fades)