Nobodies

- Hey. - Hey.

Thanks for driving me to work again,

but I really can drive myself.

I don't want to drive you. I need to talk to you.

Close the door, let's go.

Speedy Gonzales, hold on.

Gotta buckle up for safety.

- Ooh! - Whoa!

Hugh! What the hell?

How am I supposed to see this guy?

God, what is wrong with you?

You could have killed him!

- Oh, God. - Hey.

You almost clipped me there, big guy.

- Sorry about that. - Muah.

- You guys off to work? - Yeah.

- Trying to. - What are you doing tonight?

- Wanna do something? - Yeah.

Michael and Ethan are in Palm Springs for their anniversary,

so I have Lois, but you can come over.

Oh, okay, great. What time were you thinking?

Um... 7:00-ish?

No, 7:00. 7:00's good. Maybe like 6:45.

I mean, I can text you when I get out of work if you want.

No, no, no, I think 7:00's good because I have this thing and I'll...

- I'll eat a late lunch. - Okay, why don't I text you when I...

Is there maybe any way you guys

could figure this bullshit out later?

Yeah. My bad.

So, babe, I'm gonna go to the gym

and then I'll call you later and we'll figure it out.

- Okay. - Bye.

Okay, I think that's...

We'll get her back to you tonight.

- 10:00 and 2:00. - Oh.

You know, you could be nicer.

Rachel, I have to talk to you.

Larry's wife is having an affair.

What?

I saw her last night on a date with some man.

How do you know it was a date?

It was in a bar. It was at night.

She was wearing a dress.

She was wearing, like, this low-cut thing.

All it was, was Jen's breasts everywhere.

Jen would not cheat on Larry.

We... We should just ask.

I'm sure there's a simple explanation.

Wait, what are you doing? I just texted Larry.

I said, "Hey, what did you and Jen do last night?"

You just send that text out of the blue?

Who would not think that's an insane question?

"Great question, thanks for asking.

I went home and Jen had dinner with a girlfriend."

"She had affair."

Oh, my God, he wrote that?

- Uh, yeah, he's writing more. - (PHONE CHIMES)

"Sorry, went too soon. She had affair well dinner

with her girlfriend."

What? Did you mean a farewell dinner?

"Oh, is that how you spell it?

I gonna call you now."

My God, he's an idiot.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING) - Hello?

That's really how you spell it?

All in one word? It looks crazy.

Who you talking to?

Rachel.

Is she with Hugh? Huh?

I'm gonna go, um, to the bathroom.

I love you. Mmm.

Did you get that email from CBS?

I don't... I don't know, I'll look.

Who's that?

- I don't know that number. - (LARRY) Who you talking to?

Well, answer it. It could be CBS.

Ugh!

- Hello? - (JEN) Hugh?

It's Jen.

Are you at a drive-thru?

Like an In-N-Out? (WHISPERING) Uh, yeah, hold on.

Are you alone?

Uh, yes, I'm alone.

Hello?

Hold on!

I saw you last night. I know you saw me too.

Uh... (MOUTHING WORDS)

Um...

It's not what you think!

I mean, it is. But nothing's happened.

Yet. I don't know.

I'm freaking out!

Don't tell Larry, or Rachel.

- Rachel's a blabbermouth. - (LARRY) What are you doing?

Are you still looking for that email?

All it says is the new showrunner is starting today.

- (WHISPERING) Okay, great. - (WHISPERING) Why are you whispering?

Hugh, are you still there? Where are you?

I'm in Hugh's car, shh.

Uh, yes, I'm still here.

Just promise me you won't tell Larry.

I-I just need time to think. Promise me.

I promise.

I'm counting on you.

Our marriage is in your hands.

Are you guys still at that drive-thru?

Get me something. Today's my cheat day.

Well, yesterday was my cheat day,

but I can do two days in a row, right?

All right, I'll see you at work.

Well, it's somebody's cheat day.

What?

Someone in this house is cheating.

What?

It's me.

In-N-Out.

Just today.

Whew! Feels good to get that off my chest.

- We have to tell him. - No, we do not. Jesus Christ!

I just promised the woman I wouldn't tell him.

My God, well, I can't just act like...

Hey, you must be Rachel and... Larry or Hugh?

Uh, Hugh. Hey, I'm Dave Rothko.

I'm the new showrunner. Uh-huh.

Don't hate me. It's weird, I know.

I assure you, I am on your side.

It is not me versus you, it's us versus them.

- That's great. - Great.

All right.

Hey, Larry.

- Oh... - I'm Dave. I'm the new showrunner.

I just did the "don't hate me" speech for Hugh and Rachel.

Basically, it's weird.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hi, good to meet you.

Uh, where's my food? What?

I didn't eat any breakfast 'cause you said

you were gonna get me In-N-Out!

- In-N-Out? - Oh, my God.

I'm going in my office.

Uh, Larry, I do believe that's my office now. I'm sorry.

Maybe if you just sit down, we get started,

we get out of here at a reasonable hour.

Great.

Okay.

What? Why are you staring at me like that?

CBS wants us to have this table read ready by next week.

Gives us a ton of time to get this thing in shape.

Maybe it's just a me thing, but I love to start a pilot off

with a big entrance.

Where's my Larry, Hugh, and Rachel?

Oh... hello there. Melissa McCarthy.

Yeah, I know. We've worked together.

I don't believe we have.

- Dave. Rothko. - Doesn't ring a bell.

I did punch-up in Atlanta with you on "The Boss"

for like th-three months.

I don't think so.

But then again, I'm not a visual person.

Good thing you're directing the pilot.

Oh, Hugh! You know what?

- That's what I'm here to talk to you about. - Oh.

Actually, I was thinking, "Hey, why don't I pop in

so I can hear the script as opposed to reading it?"

I can just kind of recline somewhere vertically

and-and I can listen to you guys speak it or-or "perform it."

If you're talking about a table read,

we're doing one, uh, next week.

No, it can't be next week. I'm in Thailand all next week.

Sia is doing a rebirthing ceremony

and I'm part of the lower canal.

The birth canal.

It's messy, but it's gonna be spectacular.

Let's look at this week, shall we?

It's already Tuesday. You know what?

Friday is out.

Ben is having laser hair removal surgery,

which is really a gift from me to me.

Let's see.

Thursday, I'm shooting, skeet shooting.

Tomorrow... is obviously too soon.

Tomorrow is perfect.

Okay.

Like, end of the day?

Oh, I'm more of a morning person.

I like to have a little nip in the afternoon, and who knows?

I mean, mid-afternoon, I could be done with my Rosé.

So tomorrow morning it is, for sure.

Right?

Oh, I know those faces.

I know what that means. Am I stressing you out?

Let's rewind.

Let's do... late tomorrow morning.

Okay?

How productive are we, right?

Unbelievable.

So lovely seeing you, and Steve.

- Dave. - (MELISSA) Car!

All right, we have 24 hours to write a script.

Obviously, it's gonna be a late night, but we can do it.

Wait, what are you gonna do about Lois?