(upbeat music)
- Hey Bitsy, what are you cooking in here?
- Vegemite. My old roommate from Australia
got me onto it. Slathered on toast
and you'll never have jam again.
What are you listening to?
- Oh, remember that band I showed you, Federal Av?
I cannot stop listening to them. Here.
Mm.
That's yummy. - Thank you.
Wow, they're really good.
You have to show these guys to someone at work.
Imagine if Audify featured them on their platform?
They'd blow up. - You know I can't do that.
- Why not? They're fantastic.
- Well...
music companies care about one thing and it's not music.
Honestly, if I went to our A&R guys
with a band like Federal Av, with 600 followers
and 400 monthly listeners,
I would get laughed right out of the room
because all they care about is social influence.
- Well, I still think they're great.
- Yeah, so do I, Bitsy. So do I.
Ugh, but you know exactly what type of artists
Audify promotes.
Morning.
(pop music)
- I am so in love with Turnley's latest single.
- Obsessed! It's so fire!
- So... fire. (cheering)
- Audify is struggling, people.
Streaming is a crowded field
that's just getting more crowded by the day.
And that's why, at 8 AM eastern time,
Audify Inc. has officially partnered with Dispatch.
(gasps)
- Shut the front door. - Eric.
- Anyone who's been on the internet knows Dispatch.
Their proprietary algorithms guide users
into chat rooms based on their interests.
Basically, Dispatch is the largest
online chatroom on the web.
- And if this partnership goes as planned,
we won't just be a streamer anymore.
- We'll be a social...
- The first of its kind.
Alright, in the coming weeks we're going to be throwing
a launch party to announce the merger.
In the meantime, I encourage you all to try out
the new Synchro app in its beta mode before the launch.
Right? Back to work everyone.
(overlapping chatter)
- Um... um, Charlotte. Charlotte!
Charlotte. Hi, do you have a minute?
- No, I'm getting on a conference call.
- I wanna take the lead on the launch party.
- Oh, is that so?
- If you really want the party to be special,
you're gonna need someone spearheading the effort.
Someone with a vision.
(sighs) - Amanda...
I really don't think you have the qualifications
for something like this. - Oh, no, but being a marketing associate
makes me the perfect candidate for this job
because I already make sure that across all of our campaigns,
our brand is accounted for and I know exactly what you want.
Nobody knows Audify's brand better than I do.
And I'll deliver. (sighs)
- Amanda, this isn't just a party we're having.
No, this is Audify's rebirth.
This is our way of showing the world that we're back
and we're not going anywhere.
You've never been point on any project before--
- Charlotte-- - I can't risk having--
- Charlotte...
You started Audify because Jane Ehrmichael
at Capitol saw something in you. And she gave you a chance.
I can do this.
(sighs)
- For your sake, let's hope so.
- Thank you.
Thank you! Thank you!
- Get out of here, I'm late-- - Okay, okay!
I'm sorry, I won't let you down, thank you so much
for the opportunity-- - Amanda!
- I'm sorry, I'm leaving!
(upbeat music)
It's totally fine, I got this. Not worried at all.
Bitsy, if this works and I get VP,
I get to pitch to artists, I get to build my own campaigns.
- I'm so happy for you, Amanda.
This is such wonderful news.
- You're gonna get some good news soon too.
Okay? I know it.
We just... we gotta get you cooking again,
we gotta get you in front of the right people.
- What I'm interested in is what comes next.
How do you even plan a party that quickly?
- Ugh. Well, I'm meeting Dispatch's Director of Consumer Experience,
he's gonna be my partner, apparently. And then...
Ugh, well there's so much to do, there's picking a venue,
catering, floral, music, invitations...
(sighs)
There's so much to do.
- No, no, no. Tomorrow you start working.
Tonight? Tonight we celebrate.
(laughing) I'm proud of you.
(sighs)
- Celebrate? I knew you wouldn't stay up.
(soft music)
(ding!)
(meowing) (laughing)
It seems like we know similar people.
(man): I'm looking at your playlist now.
Who's Federal Av? I've never heard of them.
- Who's Federal Av? Only the greatest avant-rock band
that's ever existed.
You're welcome in advance for turning you onto them.
- Why do I feel like avant-rock is a made-up genre?
- Okay, Face4Radio, what do you like?
- Have you ever heard of radio plays?
(soft music)
- I don't get it.
I even got the same lunch box as Fred and Michael
and they still won't sit with me at lunch.
They still won't sit with me at lunch.
They still won't sit with me at lunch!
Billy, why would you want to sit with someone
who doesn't want to sit with you?
Because! Fred and Michael are so cool.
They're on the chess team and everything.
Chess team?
What kids play chess?
(soft music)
Chess team? What kids play chess?
Whoa, looks like you're about to tip over there.
Let me grab these.
- Thank you. Appreciate it. - Where are we headed?
- Over this way.
- I'll just leave 'em here.
- Sir. Where's your name tag?
- Excuse me?
- Security requires all visitors to have a name tag.
- Oh, uh, I got put on mail duty, so, must have missed it.
- Hm.
Well, you still need a name tag.
- How about this? I just tell you my name.
Sam.
This is normally the part where you introduce yourself.
- I'm the VP of Content and Marketing with Audify.
You know, the point of a name tag is to identify yourself
so we don't have to introduce ourselves,
so we know you are who you say you are.
- You wanna see my licence?
- Amanda, could you please tell this gentleman
that all visitors are required to wear a name tag?
- Oh, uh, I mean, yes, that is corporate policy.
- I have another question.
Is this a gradual thing?
Becoming a corporate cog, I mean.
Or do you just wake up one day and start using terms
like "Corporate Policy"?
- Excuse me, I don't know who you are, but I think--
- You know what I think it is?
The circulated air.
Makes everyone start to think alike.
- Okay. You know what? It was really so nice to meet you.
I think it's time for you to go now.
- Aw, I see you have met.
- Excuse me? - Amanda, this is Sam,
Dispatch's Director of Consumer Experience.
- Are you kidding me?
- I don't think she's kidding... - Sam's a real rising star.
He comes highly recommended. - Hm.
- I think you two will get along quite nicely.
- Thanks, Charlotte.
- So, I put together a little strategy plan
to help expedite the process.
- I think if it's more than 150 pages,
technically it's called a novella.
(chuckles)
- Okay, well our first step here is gonna be finding
an artist to headline the party.
We just recently closed a multi-million dollar deal
to secure Turnley's exclusive music rights,
so Charlotte wants her to be the one head lining the party.
Don't worry, I've already arranged a sit down.
Now, if you turn to page 25-- - Amanda, right?
- Yeah. - Why don't we take a breath?
A big one. - Oh, no, no, no, Sam.
We don't have time to breathe.
- Aw, but we do. See?
(inhales deeply)
You smell that? - Smell what?
- Disinfectant and glass cleaner,
two of my least favourite scents.
From now on, let's meet outside.
Being in nature inspires me.
(sighs)
- Okay, I already put together an entire strategy plan, so--
- Listen, I appreciate how prepared you've come, I do.
The thing is, this really isn't how I like to work.
- No? Okay. So how is it that you like to work, Sam?
- I already told you, my office is anywhere the sun is shining.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Can't wait.
(soft music)
He's arrogant and entitled. And that wink!
Ugh, he gave me the most condescending wink.
- I've always wanted someone to wink at me.
I don't know if anyone's ever actually winked at me before.
- You know, I spent 12 hours on that strategy plan
and he just took one glance at it--
- You're turning your wrists too much.
- What? - You should try
a lighter ball, you'll have more control.
Honestly? This Sam just sounds like he doesn't understand
what Audify's looking for.
- No. Worse. He doesn't care.
You know, I'm gonna have to take the lead on this
because if I just let him walk around with that smug face
and those relaxed fit jeans, do you know what happens?
- Yes. - The party flops.
And who gets blamed? - You do.
- I do, Bitsy.
- And maybe even fired too.
- You didn't have to say that last part.
- I don't know that I've ever met an Amanda I've actually liked.
The lady that works at the library,
the mean one always reading the newspaper.
Her name is Amanda.
- Fascinating.
- And Mom's friend,
the one that shouts at you every time you touch her refrigerator.
She's an Amanda too.
- Look, by 8 AM tomorrow, I need to read through
this SEC report, finish drafting a compensation package,
not to mention-- - Are you trying to tell me something?
- For someone who claims to be self-aware,
it's not really your strong suit.
Okay, look, it's not your work partner
that's making you unhappy, you realize that?
I mean, you've been like this ever since--
- Please don't say Rebecca-- - Rebecca.
I know it can't be easy, okay? She's bouncing around Europe
having the time of her life and you're...
here...
living in your brother's guest house.
- Is this meant to be comforting?
- No, I'm just saying I get it? Okay,
she's seeing a professional soccer player and you're...
- Seriously? You're really bad at this.
- Finally.
(soft music)
(sighs)
(upbeat music)
(♪)
(sighs)
(Sam): I listened to Federal Av.
Great stuff. I could totally imagine my grandmother
blasting them at bingo.
I'm kidding. Kind of.
I really do like them, though.
They have such a specific sound.
(Amanda): What did I tell you? Avant-rock.
- It's officially a genre.
What's your name?
- MusicGirl411.
- Wow, that must be a pain for baristas.
(chuckling)
Is it because we work at the same company?
That's why you don't want to tell me your name, isn't it?
Well, will you at least tell me
if you're team Audify or team Dispatch?
Good call. I mean, the employee handbook does clearly state
that inter-office flirting is strictly prohibited.
(scoffs)
- If you think I'm flirting with you,
you got the wrong impression.
- Well, maybe you'll tell me who you are after I quit.
- You're leaving the company?
- Yeah. I've officially decided to become a full-time
Federal Av groupie.
I hope they accept my application. Fingers crossed.
(♪)
Glad to see you brought your comfortable shoes.
- Yeah, well, I didn't realize it was gonna be
such a hike to get here.
- It's well worth it for the view, don't you think?
- Yeah, for sure, really nice view.
Sam, what are we doing here?
- Uh, work, obviously.
And what better place to brainstorm than outside,
surrounded by life.
- Oh, I don't know, maybe a place that has tables and chairs?
- Take a walk with me.
- More walking?
- I mean, I'm speaking objectively when I say
there is absolutely nothing appealing about her music.
That's not my opinion, that's a fact.
- Yeah, well, my entire company including my boss,
disagrees with your fact. - You like listening to Turnley?
Is that what you're telling me?
She never sings about anything that matters.
It's just these mindless catchphrases
like every other pop princess.
But that's what you enjoy?
- Well, who I enjoy doesn't really matter.
I mean, the fact is that Turnley's won Grammys.
I mean, she was on the cover of Rogue.
- Ooh, the cover of Rogue?!
- Okay, look, people love her.
She is a cultural icon.
- Look, why did Audify become so popular?
Because of megastars?
Because of celebrities and magazine covers?
Audify was a place for new, fresh voices
to tell their stories.
Now it's a place that gives out awful contracts
to starving musicians while promoting artists
who don't need promotion. That's why Audify's struggling.
- So, what, is that it?
You're reading our financial reports now, huh?
- You know how Charlotte wants us to come up
with a tagline for the rebranding?
- Uh-huh. - I think we found it.
"Audify forgot its roots.
Please give us another chance."
I'm open to constructive criticism.
- Sam...
Brands evolve, okay? And people do too.
- Did you bring your novella?
- Sam, this is not a novella, okay?
This is streaming statistics that I've compiled
because we're pitching to Turnley.
- You're not actually gonna read that to her, are you?
- No, of course I'm not gonna read it.
I have it memorized.
(sighs) - I see.
I see. You know what you need?
- Why do I have a feeling you're gonna tell me?
- Sit. Sit. Sit. - Sam.
- On the count of three, I'm gonna scream as loud as I can.
- Oh, please don't do that.
- I want you to scream with me.
- Sam... No.
- Sometimes a good scream is all you need
to get in touch with yourself. - Sam,
please don't do that, please.
- Listen. If there's one thing I've learned,
it's that people respond to authenticity.
- Okay. - This? This is not that.
Ready? - No.
- From your stomach, okay? - Oh...
- One-- - Sam!
- Two-- - Do not--
- Three-- - ...scream!
(screaming)
- You didn't scream.
- Yeah, of course I didn't scream.
You know what? How's this?
I'm gonna let you be authentic
and scream in the middle of a public park
and make fun of the brand that you're supposed to work for.
And you know what I'm going to do?
I am going to sign the biggest superstar on the planet.
Hm? How does that sound?
- Don't say I didn't warn you. - Ugh.
- That was pretty good.
- Are you coming or what?
(playful music)
- So I can either buy a frappa-choco-latte
or put a down payment on a house.
The coffee's good, though.
- There she is.
Turnley, hi.
Hello, I'm Amanda. It's so nice to finally meet you.
- You're late.
- Um, actually you said three o'clock, but...
You know what? It doesn't matter.
Again, it's so nice to finally meet you.
- She's really a huge fan.
This is a dream come true for her.
- Is that so? - Yeah. Yeah. Total...
Total dream come true.
I just love your... um... music.
- Thank you. - You should hear this one.
Belting in the car. Singing in the office.
Turnley this, Turnley that.
- That's adorable. Listen, Alice.
- Oh, it's Amanda. - Right.
I'm leaving for Rome in an hour and I've only worked out once today.
I don't want to play your party. Convince me otherwise.
- Okay, um,
uh, so, when people hear the name Turnley
they think of not you the person,
they think of the brand, they think of a fashion icon,
they think of a musical genius
who survived the drudgery of a middle-class upbringing
with really only $100,000 from her parents
and that rags-to-riches mentality,
that rise into stardom, that's Audify.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah... Stacy.
Can you make sure that Frederick has my slippers
for the car ride? Thank you.
I'm sorry, you were saying?
- Um, so I have actually
compiled some streaming statistics
I think you will find particularly interesting.
Um... yeah, and I think that once you...
once you really see what our outreach looks like,
you're gonna just be so on board--
- Can I, uh... can I level with you?
I don't like your music.
In fact, honestly, I'm not so sure I'd even call it music.
But my opinion doesn't matter because you're at the top.
You've taken your career as high as it can go, right?
Well no, that's not exactly true.
It's not exactly true, is it?
Syncro is about to be the first social media music streamer
in the world. Think about that for a second.
We're about to upend an industry.
You want to be a brand, that's fine.
There's lots of brands.
But if you headline our party,
and you become the fact of Syncro?
You'll be a revolutionary.
But you gotta go workout, fly off to Europe,
so, we'll let you go.
- I am so sorry.
- Stacey!
- What was that?
- What was what? - You insulted her
and then you left in the middle of a conversation
and you didn't even pick up the tab.
- I already told you, I can't afford coffee
at a place like that. This is more my vibe.
- Sam, do you think this is funny?
If we screw this up we-- (phone ringing)
- Aren't you gonna get that?
(sighs)
- Hello?
Yeah.
Uh-huh. Yes!
I... I understand.
(♪)
She's in.
Turnley's in.
- You're welcome.
- So Turnley called and asked, well, actually demanded,
that we book the Birchwood.
- That trendy place downtown? - Yeah.
That's the one.
Just make sure that when we go that you wear something
that isn't this because they are very image conscious.
- No problem.
Thanks.
You want one? - No. I'm okay. Thanks.
Hey.
I really should have said this before
but you really did kind of save the day back there, so...
thanks.
- See you tomorrow, Amanda.
- Yeah, I'll have the jumbo supreme, extra relish on that.
- You still don't have a venue locked?
- Not yet, but we-- - Amanda, we can't move forward
until we have a venue. - Right, uh,
but we couldn't lock down a venue until we had Turnley
on board and now we do, so-- - Amanda, you told me I could
count on you. You said if I give you a chance, you'd deliver.
- Yeah, I know-- - Please, don't make me regret
my decision.
(sighs)
(message chime)
(soft music)
(Sam): I made you a playlist.
- A playlist? Wow. Very bold move, mister.
- I wanted to repay the favour for showing me Federal Av.
- I don't think anyone's made me a playlist
since middle school.
- Amanda, do you want some?
- Yeah, I'll try it in a second.
Well, I can't wait to see what's on this,
but I've gotta go.
- So soon? Hot date?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Well, I'll let you go then.
Sweet dreams, MusicGirl.
- You too, Face4Radio.
(Sam): What your father is trying to say
is that when you try and fit in with other kids
you don't get to show them you.
Why you're special, Billy, is because of who you are.
Do you understand?
(Sam): I think so.
Don't ever try and be someone you're not.
Way too much effort.
(laughter)
It's good, right?
- How long did you say it took you to put this together?
- When was the last time you laughed?
(sighs)
- I have work to do. - I'm serious!
I don't remember the last time I heard you laugh.
(sarcastic chuckling)
- As your brother, word of advice,
don't quit your day job.
(upbeat music)
- Sir, I don't want to have to tell you again.
- Well this is ridiculous, we're just gonna go walk around.
- Hello. Uh, I'm Amanda, I think maybe we spoke over the phone.
What is going on here?
- What's going on is I explained to your colleague
that jeans aren't permitted inside the Birchwood.
- What do you want me to do, wait outside?
- Okay, you know what? I am so sorry,
he actually didn't know that there was a dress code so, uh, right, Sam?
Aren't you sorry? - Yeah, so sorry.
I'm sorry you spent all day criticizing what your patrons wear.
And you know what? Let's be honest,
it's because I'm not wearing a shirt with animals on it,
isn't it? - Sam.
- You just crossed the line, buddy.
I'm not going to sit while you insult me in my club.
I like big cats.
They're gorgeous. - Well thanks for sharing.
- Okay, you know what?
He actually did not mean to insult you.
No, not at all, he's just...
He didn't sleep well, so he's really tired
and cranky and he hasn't had his morning cup of coffee yet.
- Oh, really? And you know what?
Neither have I.
- Sam.
Sam! Really?! I told you to dress nice.
You don't own a pair of khakis?
What, you don't care about looking professional?
- I don't think a pair of pants makes me better at my job.
- Unbelievable.
- You know, my girlfriend used to do this.
- Do what?
- This silent treatment thing you're doing right now.
Whenever she'd get mad, she'd just shut down.
Wouldn't say a word to me for days.
- Yeah, well Sam, I can understand the urge.
I didn't know you had a girlfriend.
- Did I say girlfriend? I mean ex-girlfriend.
We broke up. She broke up with me, actually.
Not important.
She said I wasn't going places.
Not that I'm bitter.
I hardly think about her at all anymore.
- I can tell.
- I'm sorry.
I'll go into Birchwood later and I'll apologize.
- Yeah. I'm sure that'll do the job.
I mean Sam, come on, you really didn't have to insult the man
right to his face. - You're completely right.
And I shouldn't have worn jeans.
But, it got me thinking.
I have a new tagline idea.
- Sam, please. Not now.
- "Syncro, we don't do denim!"
Boom! What do you think?
- Yeah.
No.
- You don't like that one?
It's fine. I have another.
"Syncro!
Your very large music conglomerate."
You don't like that one either?
Amanda, I'm really trying here. - Yeah, okay.
How about, "Syncro, give into the groove."
- Give into the groove?
Hmm...
- "Move to the beat?"
(chuckling) - Okay.
Pretty much the same as the last one.
But yeah, nice.
- "Got music?"
- I thought you said you were in marketing?
(sighs)
- You okay? - Yeah, it's my brother.
He said he's working late again.
Not only does he hate his job but he works like 15 hours a day.
I realized this morning, I don't remember the last time I heard him laugh.
- Maybe you should like, take him out of the house?
Getting out always helps me get out of a funk.
- I would, but the problem is Paul doesn't like doing anything.
- Come on, there's gotta be something he likes doing.
- Let me think...
Nope. Nothing.
- Nothing? He likes doing nothing?
- No, I wish he liked doing nothing,
he doesn't even like that.
He likes nothing.
- What about bowling?
(chuckling)
No, I'm serious.
My roommate and I go all the time.
It's a lot of fun. - You know, I'll be honest.
I would have never looked at you and thought, "Bowler."
- Well, I mean, I'm no pro, but...
It's always a good time whether you're good or not.
I think your brother would like it, you know?
Who doesn't like knocking a bunch of pins down?
It's very cathartic. - Not for Paul.
Nothing's cathartic for Paul.
But I'll make sure he comes with.
(♪)
- I just need a minute to stretch.
- Yeah, go for it.
- Oh, look who decided to show up.
- This is my brother Paul.
- It's really nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you.
- Pleasure. - You two any good?
- I don't remember, actually.
I haven't bowled in a very long time.
- Now I remember why.
- Amanda, add two more names to the scoreboard.
We're playing doubles.
(playful music)
Alright, so remember, when you go,
just make sure your wrist is straight
and then just bend your leg and release with power.
(chuckling)
- I feel bad, should I step in?
- Please don't, I'm really enjoying this.
- You gotta... you gotta make sure your wrist is straight and keep--
- Yeah, I know how to bowl, thank you.
- So how did you two meet?
- Online, actually.
She was looking for a roommate
and I had just graduated from college and I needed one.
Her story's kind of sad, though.
She used to be a chef, back in Australia.
And then one day this like big food critic came in
and completely tore apart her chef's special.
- Oh no. - Yeah.
- What'd she make?
- Filet Mignon with a blueberry glaze.
- Steak and blueberries?
- Hey, she thought it was going to be her signature dish.
- I see.
- She hasn't cooked for anyone besides me since.
- She knows what she's doing.
- By the way, we still need a DJ.
I think we need someone hot, but not too hot.
Somebody that goes with Turnley's brand.
- I'm on it.
- Alright, looks like you're up.
- Wish me luck.
- No way, you're on the opposing team.
- Yeah.
(insects chirping)
- That woman is a nut job, Sam.
I mean, the entire night Bitsy was yelling in my ear
that I wasn't releasing with power.
(scoffs) Plenty of power...
Besides, I thought my release was quite adequate.
(chuckling) (message chime)
Hey. You got a message.
Whoa, what is this? - Hold on!
- Are you in a chat room?
(chuckling)
Who's MusicGirl411?
- It's really not worth talking about.
- Actually, it looks like you've been doing
quite a bit of talking.
- Can I have my laptop back please?
- Wow! Look at you with all the witty banter.
- Okay... (laughing)
- So...
Who's the mystery woman?
- I don't know yet.
- Where does she work?
- Either at Audify or Dispatch.
I'm not sure.
- You're not sure?
Oh, I see. Mm-hmm.
Does she... live in this side of town?
- I mean, I didn't ask for her address.
- Okay...
What are you gonna tell me next, you don't even know her name?
- Yeah, I know her name.
MusicGirl411. - Oh, yeah...
(chuckling)
Oh this sounds promising.
- Look, we're doing this anonymous thing.
It's hard to explain.
- No, I think I get the picture.
- It's not that I don't want to meet her.
- No?
- It's that she doesn't want to meet me.
- Ah...
Well, good luck with MusicGirl.
Goodnight, Sam.
(♪)
(keyboard clacking)
- "I know we're keeping this anonymous
but if I continue racing home each night
to see what message MusicGirl411 sent me,
my sleep schedule's really gonna suffer.
Call me crazy but I feel we have a connection."
- Connection.
- "And maybe in person our conversation
will be awkward and stilted--" - Yeah.
- "...and we'll end up talking about the weather."
- Exactly! - "But...
but maybe I'm not crazy and there's actually something here.
Either way, don't you want to find out?"
- Nuh-uh. - "So, MusicGirl,
would you take a walk with me sometime?"
- No... - Amanda,
how could you keep this from me?
(laughing) An anonymous online pen pal?
How scandalous.
Do you have any idea who he could be?
- Well, I mean, I know that he works for either Audify
or Dispatch because nobody else has access
to Syncro's beta site but,
I mean, Audify has over a thousand employees,
dispatch has over 500.
- Hm, so he could be anyone.
Ooh, do you think it's the brown-noser from work?
- Eric? No.
Definitely not. I hope not.
- So when are you gonna meet him?
- Yeah, no, I'm not doing that.
- Wait, am I missing something here?
- Yeah, Bitsy, we work for the same company,
I can't risk that like... something is going to happen,
that I've been talking to another employee.
I mean, I have to be really careful here.
- Yeah, I'm not buying it.
- Not buying what?
- Okay, look, he, whoever he is...
Right now he's got this image of me.
You know, that I'm fun and I'm quick-witted...
I mean, what if I show up and he takes one look at me
and he realizes that he doesn't like the real me?
- Hm.
Fair point, yes.
You can't possibly live up to your online persona.
Online, no one gets food stuck in their teeth.
Ew. Or sweaty hands.
(scoffs)
But, I know the real Amanda, and she's spectacular.
And whoever this mystery guy is, he's gonna think so too.
Yeah, I'm gonna go make some ravioli now.
- You do that, Bitsy.
(♪)
(message chime)
- Guess who I booked for the party?
- Who? - D-D-DJ Berts.
Famous enough that you'd recognize his name
but not too famous where you'd recognize his face.
- Hm, yeah, I didn't recognize any of that
and I don't think that Turnley is gonna be happy
performing after someone named "D-D-DJ" anything,
so I think you should find somebody else.
- Alrighty, you got it.
- Why are you so happy?
- Happy? - Mm-hmm.
- What's wrong with being happy?
- Nothing's wrong with being happy,
you're just acting different.
I don't know, something's up, I can tell.
(chuckles)
- Alright.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Okay, well,
I put out a call to the Birchwood
and they said that, finally, the manager should get back to me by the end of day.
- Perfect. - Yeah, I know.
And then I do have a meeting with the florist later,
I was thinking maybe we'd do like pink and blue decorations
to go with the company colours, you know?
- Works for me.
- Are you sure you're okay?
- What do you mean?
- I don't know, you're just not usually this agreeable.
- What? I happen to think blue and pink go well together.
- Okay...
Whatever you say.
- You know what?
I think we have our menu.
- Hey Bitsy, you're up late.
What are you cooking there?
- I'm just fiddling around,
watching how hard you've been working lately
has me feeling a bit inspired, actually.
(sighs)
- Turnley's rep called.
Apparently you promised her The Birchwood
and now, for some reason, it's not available.
- Yeah, I know, I know, and I'm so sorry,
I've been trying to get in contact with the manager--
- Turnley's threatening to walk, Amanda!
- So let her walk, we'll find a new Turnley in two seconds.
- I don't want to let her walk, Sam.
- Charlotte, I will smooth things over with Turnley,
I promise. - Ugh, please,
tell me that you guys haven't completely wasted
the entire week. Hm?
- Taglines!
You want taglines? Well, great, 'cause I've...
I've got taglines, like, so many taglines.
- Guys, it's more than just your jobs on the line here.
- What do you-- What do you mean?
- This merger isn't just about expansion.
We're trying to win back the trust of our shareholders.
And if we don't,
if the board feels that the merger isn't successful,
they're gonna clean house.
- I didn't know that.
- Yeah, well now you do.
So when you decide to go rogue, remember,
this doesn't just affect you.
(sighs) - I can't tell,
do you think Charlotte's happy with how things are going or--
- Sam! Do you think this is funny?
If we screw this up, people are going to lose their jobs.
- Hey. Everything's gonna be okay.
- Ugh. Says the person who doesn't actually care if Audify folds.
- Wow, really?
- Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I just meant...
I mean, if it weren't for you, we would have booked
The Birchwood when we first walked in.
Okay, look, I'm not intentionally trying
to blame you for everything--
- Oh, I'm glad to know it's not intentional.
- I mean, a lot of this really is your fault.
Okay, I'm gonna stop talking now.
- Perfect. I was waiting for you to say that.
'Cause I have to run. I have a date.
- A date? What? You?
- What's that face?
Are you suggesting it's such a crazy idea
that a woman might find me attractive?
- No.
- It's alright. My brother says the same thing.
Let's pick this up later.
Amanda...
(exhales)
Everything's gonna be okay.
Okay? - Okay.
(sighs)
- Ugh...
(clears throat)
- Are you alright?
- You know this is the first date I've been on since Rebecca?
- Mm-hmm. - Dating can't be that different, right?
You go, you chat for a couple of hours,
you think she's the one, she doesn't return your phone calls.
How much could have changed, right?
- You know the last time I was on a date?
- No, when? - Me neither.
Stop asking me for advice.
- I'm sweating...
I never sweat.
I think I'm actually nervous.
(sighs)
How do I look?
- You look like... you.
- Devilishly attractive?
- More like a man who can't take a hint.
What's with the...
What's with the t-shirt?
- He'll be wearing a Federal Av t-shirt
and sitting on the north bench at Beachside Park.
- Hm. How romantic.
He sounds lovely.
(soft music)
- Sam? What are you doing here?
- Uh, what are you doing here?
- I asked you first.
- I'm s... I'm sorry. I really don't have time
for this right now.
- What, are you expecting someone?
- As a matter of fact, I am.
She'll be here any minute. So...
- Nice shirt.
(soft music)
- What are you all dressed up for?
- I'm meeting...
Bitsy.
Good luck on your date.
- Okay.
- How could it be Sam?! I don't understand.
Online, he's so-- - Sweet.
- Yes! He's sweet. And thoughtful. And generous.
And then at work he's so...
- Frustrating. - So frustrating! Yes.
And stubborn and arrogant!
I mean, how is it possible that the same person could be--
- So different online.
- Can you stop finishing my-- - Sentences?
So where is he now?
- Who? - Sam?
- Oh. - You just left him at the park?
- Well, what was I supposed to do?
(sighs)
- I bet he's still there.
Poor guy.
- No! You think so?
(sighs)
(soft music)
I shouldn't have done that, Bitsy.
What was I supposed to do?
I can't just like call him up and apologize.
I mean, what am I upposed to say to him at work?
How am I supposed to act around him now?
- Well, the way I see it is you have three options.
- Okay.
- You tell him the truth.
- Nope, can't do that.
- You get to know him better,
then decide if you want to tell him the truth.
- I mean, I don't even think he's over his ex-girlfriend.
Just the other day, he was going on and on about her.
I'm not going to put myself out there for somebody
who's clearly still in love with their ex.
What's the third option?
- Quit your job and change your identity.
(sighs)
- Wow, thanks for your help.
- Okay, so option two then? - Yeah.
- Good, good. Yeah, I would've voted for option two as well.
I'll help out. Don't worry.
- Bitsy.
Bitsy, No. - Okay.
- Bitsy, I mean it. I can deal with this myself.
No meddling.
- Me? Meddle? Never!
- Then why are you saying it like that?
- Like what? - Like you're going to meddle!
- Amanda. Relax. I'm not gonna meddle.
- I feel like you're gonna meddle.
- So Bitsy just emailed me.
She said you invited her over to cook for us?
- Why would I do that?
- I don't know,
but when I told her that we had plans, she said,
"Great, see you at seven."
- I'll talk to Amanda at work.
- Hey, listen.
I'm sorry about your date.
Personally though, I think it's for the best.
I mean, think about it.
Do you really want to meet somebody
that you found in a chatroom?
I mean, she could be a nut job.
Or worse, a tax evader!
Anyway,
I think you dodged a bullet on that one.
(soft music)
(sighs)
(keyboard clacking)
(Sam): Good night, MusicGirl.
(pop music)
- Right here?
- So, um, I finally got through to our friend at the Birchwood.
It took some pleading, and begging, and bribing,
but he agreed to let us have the time slot.
- You bribed him?
- Yeah, VIP tickets
to Turnley's next concert.
Apparently he's a big fan.
- Why am I not surprised.
She's a natural.
- Anika! Hi!
I am so glad that we figured out that whole fiasco with the Birchwood.
- Yeah. Me too! Um, it's actually Amanda, but--
- Yeah, that's what I said. So anyway,
I have an interview with Craze
right after this promo shoot for Syncro,
so if we could just speed it up.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, uh, let's go ahead
and get you into your next look.
- Perfect, thank you so much, Allie.
And let's try not to have any more mistakes, okay?
I don't forgive twice.
Alright! Team, with me, let's go!
Oh, not the blue dress, put it back, thank you.
- It's not my name.
She just called me like five different A-names.
- Doesn't matter. - None of them are mine.
(pop music)
- Did you ever stand someone up?
- Wait, I'm sorry. What was that?
- I don't think you would. You're too nice.
I mean, how do you do that to a person?
Tell them you're going to be somewhere,
make them shower, get dressed, sit in traffic and wait.
Because surely, this person would call or text
or let you know if they weren't coming.
Who would do that to someone?
- Uh... Um...
- I'm sorry, I just... I had a bad day.
- Do you, um, want to talk about it?
- No. Not really.
That woman that I was waiting for at the park yesterday,
she never showed up.
- I'm sorry, Sam.
- It's not your fault.
So, apparently you and Bitsy are coming over for dinner later?
- Wait, what?
- Bitsy's been emailing my brother.
She said she wants to come cook for us.
- Oh, Bitsy.
Yeah, I'm sorry. I can talk to her when I get home later.
- No, it's fine. I could use a home-cooked meal.
If you wanted to come over, I mean.
- You really think Paul is going to be okay with that?
- No, I'd imagine not.
(chuckles)
How's seven? - Seven works.
- Is this guy taking pictures of us?
- Oh.
- No thanks, pal. We're good!
- Yeah, I think maybe if we just smile...
- Yeah, I think he wants us to pose.
- Yeah. Let's just like...
- A smile? - Yeah.
- Like this?
(laughing) - Yeah, like that.
I cannot believe that you put together a dinner with Sam and Paul!
You promised me no meddling.
- I didn't meddle.
- Bitsy, this is the exact
definition of meddling.
(chuckles)
(doorbell rings)
- Hi! - Hi.
- Hey.
- Oh, great. You brought groceries.
- Paul, your house is so nice. - I know.
And I'd like to keep it that way.
- Woah. Kitchen!
- Yeah, sure. Just make yourself right at home.
- Hi. - Hey.
- Wow, this place is...
Really nice.
- Mm-hmm.
- Huh. What's over here?
- Um...
- I haven't cooked for anyone besides Amanda
in a very long time.
- Right.
Well, why break tradition tonight?
I'll order Chinese.
- Uh, no, no, no.
I'll need a sous-chef.
- Me?
(chuckles)
No.
Unfortunately, that's not something I'm gonna do.
- Fine.
You're on dish duty then.
The head chef never cleans up after herself.
(scoffs)
- Since when is that a thing?
- I don't make the rules!
(both scoff)
(soft music)
- Was this you? - Yeah.
(chuckles)
- Oh, man!
(gasps)
Aw, you were adorable.
I love all your little badges!
- Yeah, what can I say?
I was a very accomplished five-year-old.
- Is that Paul?
- Yep.
- Yup. He hasn't changed much.
(laughing)
- No, he has not.
I'm sorry for being such a pain to work with.
- A pain? No.
You're not a pain, you're just opinionated.
(laughs)
- That's a very kind euphemism.
You know why I took the job at Dispatch?
Because I knew I could do it.
It's comforting
knowing you're good at something.
It's much easier to be comfortable
than to put yourself on the line and go after what you want.
I admire that about you.
- What?
- You go after things.
- Well, if Dispatch isn't where you want to be,
then you really owe it to yourself to go
and find wherever that place is.
You know, find something that's really going to make you happy.
Like your radio plays.
- How do you know that? - Oh, uh, what?
- That I make radio plays? - Oh. Um, Paul told me.
Yesterday. Or the other day.
- Yeah, he likes making fun of me about it.
It's just a stupid hobby.
- No, I don't think it's stupid.
- Well, that's only because you haven't listened to one yet.
- Can I?
- Not a chance. - Oh, come on!
Come on, I would love to hear one. Seriously.
- But I was starving. - I didn't have any money!
I didn't have a choice!
- Billy, you always have a choice.
Except when you're married.
(laughing)
Then everything changes.
What I meant to say, is that stealing is wrong!
- It was just a little candy bar.
And the thing is, I really wanted chocolate.
- There's a right way to live, Billy, and there's a wrong way.
It's up to you to decide what kind of person you want to be.
(laughing)
- You don't have to laugh for my benefit.
- No, I'm not. Seriously, that was so funny.
And it was sweet.
You're really talented, Sam.
(soft music)
You are!
Do you do all the voices?
- Uh, for Billy and the mom,
I use this voice changing software.
You can sound like anyone you want.
- That's cool. So you just like...
(chuckling)
- But, um, the show is called "The Botcher Family."
And every episode, Billy, the son,
gets into some sort of trouble and learns a lesson.
It's like a sitcom, but for radio.
- Hmm.
How did you get into all of this?
- My grandfather was actually this big radio play actor
back in the day.
He would play them for me when I was little.
- Oh.
Is that him?
Hm. I see the resemblance.
- Yeah, he was incredible.
I miss him.
This makes me feel like I'm still connected to him,
you know?
And I've always liked writing.
I love figuring out what makes people tick.
Crawling into their brain and taking notes.
- Hmm.
- That's what writing really is.
Honestly, I think
that's why I've thrived in a corporate setting.
I can read minds.
(laughs)
- You can read minds.
So you write jokes, you do a million voices,
and you can read minds? Wow, talk about the total package.
Well, you know we have to put this to the test now, right?
- Naturally.
- So.
Tell me.
What am I thinking right now?
(Paul): This has gotten way out of hand!
- That we should probably check in on Bitsy and Paul?
- Man, you are good!
(Paul): You're making a mess!
(Bitsy): If you're not going to help, then wait outside!
- This is my kitchen!
- Not when I'm cooking.
(panting)
- Amanda!
Tell your little friend here to pack her things! Now!
- That is so rude. You need to calm down.
- Calm down? You want me to calm down?
How do you expect me to calm down when my kitchen looks like this?
- Amanda, you've got something in your hair.
- Oh!
- What? - You should not have done that.
(laughing)
- Why is no one listening to me?!
- You think Picasso never got paint on his shirt?
You think Hemingway never got ink on his hands?
Cooking is an art.
Art is supposed to be messy.
Why are you so quiet?
- Quiet? I'm not quiet.
I just had fun tonight. That's all.
Okay, I know I complain about Sam.
But, he's kind of sweet.
- Oh.
But when I talk to him, I don't know how to describe
it other than...
I feel like I'm myself around him. You know?
I think I'm going to tell him I'm MusicGirl.
- Ooh, really?
- Okay. Don't read into it.
It's just that he's not a bad guy.
And he deserves to know that he wasn't stood up. You know?
- Hmm. - That's it.
He deserves that much.
- You know why I never hired a housekeeper?
- 'Cause you don't like visitors?
(scoffs)
- No. Because there's nothing
more unsettling than having a stranger in your home...
Touching your appliances.
(sighs)
Oh, what a mess this is!
- I don't know, I had a good time.
- Well, that's nice, Sam. I'm glad somebody did.
(doorbell rings)
If that's Bitsy, I swear I'm going to lose it.
I'm not in the mood for this.
Oh, Rebecca.
(city hubbub)
- I'm sorry for leaving you at the park.
I saw you, and I panicked, and-- - Amanda?
- What? - Who are you talking to?
- Oh. Uh, nobody.
Um, Sam, I need to tell you something.
- Can I go first?
- Sure.
- My ex came over last night.
- She... she did?
- It's weird. I've been moping around the last eight months,
wishing she was in my life...
I was just expecting this would feel a lot different.
I'm sorry. I'm rambling.
It's just a lot to process.
Did I say that already? - Yeah.
Yeah, you did.
- Oh. Uh, what did you want to tell me?
- Nothing. It's not important.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Come on! We've got a party in five days.
Let's get to it.
- So much to do! So little time! - Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, diffuser-wise, I think that's the right call.
'Cause I really want the room to smell like a summer night.
Oh! That's an actual scent? Perfect!
- Yes. We need gluten-free options.
I don't know why.
There's a lot of gluten-free
people in the music industry apparently.
(bright music)
Great. - Okay. Awesome.
Thank you so much! - Okay, bye.
- Good news, I got the new Syncro logo.
And it's going to look so great.
And the press release is locked and ready.
We just still don't have our tagline though.
- How do you normally come up with a tagline?
What's the first step?
- Well, you figure out what you're trying to say.
- So, what are we trying to say?
- That's the problem. I don't know yet.
- We could-- - What if we--
(chuckles)
- Um, maybe we should... Are you hungry?
Wanna grab a bite? - Yeah, I... I could eat.
- Good, okay.
(bright music)
(rock music on radio)
- You think you have enough relish on that?
- Hmm. It's not the hot dog that makes the meal, Sam.
It's the toppings.
- Wiser words have never been spoken.
- You know, I'm thinking about the itinerary.
- Mm-hmm.
- Doesn't it kind of feel like we copied and pasted it
from any launch party's playbook?
- Well, that is kind of what we did.
- Yeah, I know, I just wish there was a way to like,
make the night a little bit more personal. You know?
- Like what?
(sighs) - Um...
Well, like take the invitations, for example.
They're all the same.
It's a card.
Information about the party.
A place to RSVP. Standard, right?
- Sure.
- But what if instead of formal invitations,
we recorded invites?
And made them like, funny and personalized?
(♪)
- Mr. Turbitt! Congratulations! You have been officially invited
to the Syncro launch party next Friday at 7 PM.
Please present this recording at the door,
along with your photo ID.
- We still need to win over our shareholders,
make them understand why we're worth holding on to.
(sighs)
So tell us, what about Audify do you love the most?
- Audify feels like magic.
- I walk around with a world of music in my pocket!
- Audify just gets me.
Their playlists are fire.
- I understand everybody wants Top 40 music,
but what if we totally change up the party playlist
and add in a bunch of bands that got Audify started
in the first place?
Like...
bands like Federal Av!
You know? I mean, we don't have to make
everything about Turnley.
- You know Federal Av?
- Um, yeah.
I think they sound familiar, maybe.
- It's funny, three weeks ago, I'd never heard of Federal Av.
Apparently they're a lot more popular than I thought.
- Uh, weird. - Hm.
- I just can't believe how much we got done so quickly.
I mean, seriously, it feels like the time just...
- Flew by?
- Yeah.
You want in on a secret?
It's how you know you're having fun.
(phone chimes)
- Oh, this is Rebecca. We have dinner plans tonight.
Do you mind if I head out early?
- Yeah! Yeah, sure. Go ahead.
So uh...
What's the plan?
Is tonight the night you guys get back together?
- Yeah, I guess that's the plan.
- Good.
I'm happy for you, Sam.
- Yeah.
Alright, I'll see you later.
- See ya.
(soft music)
(knocks)
- Amanda? Charlotte would like to see you in her office.
(soft knocks)
- Charlotte, Eric said that you wanted to see me?
- Have a seat.
- What's going on?
- I just got another call from Turnley's representatives.
Turnley's very upset. Again.
- What? Why?
- Well, apparently she heard from someone
that you and Sam have some new ideas about the launch.
She contacted the board and voiced her displeasure.
Amanda, what is going on here?
- Um...
yes, uh... yes, we have been brainstorming some ideas
but they are a lot of fun. And I think that if...
if Turnley actually saw what we've been doing, she would be--
- I really thought I saw something in you.
I really did.
And now you've gone and lost us our headlining act.
And we still don't have a tagline.
- Oh, I know, but I am working on it. It's--
- Don't bother, I've reassigned it to Sophie and Helen.
- Charlotte why? I told you I could do it.
- Honestly, I should just cut my losses
and take you off this party-- - No, no, no, Charlotte.
Please. I'll fix this, just give me a chance.
(soft music)
- The duck looks delicious. But I'm looking for an app
that'll pair nicely
and I'm just not in the mood for a salad.
- Hmm. - Maybe a soup...
- Sure, that sounds good. - No, not a soup.
I'm not in the mood for soup.
- Yeah. Me neither. Soup? Who wants soup?
- To be honest, you know,
I'm not really sure about the duck anymore.
I love duck, I do,
but I always feel so guilty
about eating caged animals.
- Yeah, me too.
Especially when you have a piece of meat
that's perfectly cooked
and seasoned and charred just right...
(chuckles) So guilty.
(sighs)
- I miss coming here. Don't you?
We practically paid rent on this table.
- Yep. That we did.
- What is it? What's wrong?
- Nothing. - Are you sure?
- Do you think we had fun together?
- What?
(phone chimes)
- Amanda!
- Sam, look, I know what you're going to say.
- Yeah, I got the email.
We spent the last two days coming up with all these awesome ideas
and you just throw them out? You don't even ask me?
- Sam, I didn't have time.
Charlotte asked me to go back to the old itinerary ASAP.
What was I supposed to do? - I don't know.
Maybe have some backbone? Maybe stand up for yourself?
- Or what? And risk all of these people losing their jobs?
No, I don't think so, Sam.
- You know how they say first impressions are true?
I should've listened to my gut about you.
- Oh. Why because I listen to my boss?
Because I don't want to cause massive layoffs?
Because I'm a corporate cog? What, is that it?
- Precisely!
- Okay, well, you know what's just so amazing
about you Sam is that you don't realize
how much of a hypocrite you really are.
I don't know if you know this, Sam,
but you work for a corporation!
And you can think that it makes you so much better
than everybody else,
but the truth is it doesn't make
you better than anyone,
it doesn't make you better. You know what it makes you?
It makes you tiring to be around.
- You know what? Maybe you're right.
Maybe I am a hypocrite. But, unlike you,
I'm going to do something about it.
I'm done here.
- Fine by me.
- Stacy, can you move my three o'clock?
I have a feeling this is gonna run late.
I'm sorry, you were saying?
- No, I was just saying that I went ahead and set the decorations.
And I emailed them to you, I CC'd Birchwood as well.
And I want you to know
that we did go back to the old playlist
and the old menu as well.
- Ah! Annie, I love that for us.
- Yeah, so, um...
You know, really, I am just so curious what it is about Syncro
that really excites you?
(chuckles) Turnley?
- Excuse you?
- Well, it's just that you're about to be the brand ambassador
and I just wanted to know why you agreed to be the face of Syncro.
- Why I agreed to be the face of Syncro?
Right. Uh, Stacy, can you get me some snacks please?
Thank you.
Hm. Well, I feel like Audify let me reach
millions of people with my music.
But now with Dispatch on board,
I feel like people can really get to know me,
like not just as a global mega superstar,
but as a real person too.
Like sometimes, I can't get a room at my favourite hotel,
so I just need people to know that I have struggles too.
I feel like it'll just help us connect on a deeper level.
You know what I mean? - Totally, yeah.
You're so, so brave. - Thank you.
- Anytime. Really.
- But you wanna know the real reason?
- Yes.
- I am never mad at that paycheque.
Stacy, is the car ready?
Stacy! And the snacks?
Alright, I'll call you later, Angela. This was great.
Bye!
- It's Amanda. I told you like a thousand times.
It's Amanda.
- She changed everything and she didn't even tell me.
- Okay, so...
Just so I'm understanding correctly.
Amanda was told to do her job, she did it.
And then you called her a corporate cog?
- You don't get it.
She completely went behind my back!
(sighs)
- Went behind your back. Right.
Sit down.
- No.
I don't want to sit do-- - Sit.
(sighs)
Right. You're not going to like what I have to say.
But you're going to listen anyway, alright?
- And why is that?
- Because I'm smarter than you.
And more adept at handling office politics.
And because I'm your older brother.
Look, I admire how passionate you are.
Okay? It's a great quality to have.
But you're going to have to decide if that's all
you're ever gonna be.
You know? Is... passionate.
Passionate and single.
- You're single too!
- Passionate and living in your brother's house.
- What's your point?
- My point is you don't always have to be such a rebel.
You know...
You're gonna rub people the wrong way
and miss out on all kinds of opportunities
for the things that you're passionate about.
Sam, it's okay to compromise sometimes.
You just have to learn to pick your battles
without making enemies along the way.
- That was a nice little speech there.
- Yeah, it was, wasn't it?
There's a reason I'm a very expensive lawyer, I guess.
(laughing)
- Hey.
Did you tell Amanda about my radio plays?
- Um. No. Why would I do that?
(Amanda): I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about you.
I don't know if I made the right decision.
I kind of feel like I sold my soul.
I wish I had a good excuse why I didn't show up.
The truth is, I got scared.
I got scared that once you knew who I was,
you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore.
(both): And maybe you still won't.
- "But, I've realized how much I've missed logging
onto my computer at night and hearing your updates.
So. Any updates?"
- And you're sure it's her? I mean, you're positive?
- I can't believe I didn't see it sooner.
She was at the park the day I got stood up.
She loves Federal Av
and there's only like five people
on the entire planet
know who they are,
and if you didn't tell her about
the radio plays,
there's no other way she could have known.
- Wow.
Wow!
- Amanda.
It's Amanda? I mean, I had a feeling, but...
Amanda?!
- Sam? Look, whatever this is, you need to end it fast.
I mean, Amanda seems like a nice girl and all,
but obviously, she doesn't want anything serious.
- You don't know that.
- She wouldn't even tell you her name.
I mean, she stood you up.
Who's to say she's not gonna do it again?
And for purely selfish reasons, I can't have that happening.
You don't exactly mope in silence.
- Charlotte, I just wanted to go over a few details
for the launch...
Are you alright?
- You don't just wake up one morning
and decide you're gonna sell out.
Doesn't work that way.
It's a long and gradual process.
You start a company,
and you have such high aspirations.
You want to change the way
artists interact with their audience.
And then, the money comes and a board does too,
and you realize,
you don't run a company for artists anymore.
You run it for shareholders.
- Audify is so much more than that to so many people.
- Not anymore it's not.
- But after the launch, we're gonna have a whole new facelift.
Can I speak honestly?
Sure, there is a lot more competition in the streaming market nowadays.
But what if the real reason that Audify lost its footing
is because it lost its vision? It lost its authenticity?
I mean, maybe Sam was right.
Audify was never about artists like Turnley.
I mean, you founded this company
because you were an awesome singer-songwriter
and you wanted to create
a platform for other indie artists.
And that, that is Dispatch's mission too.
Giving everyone a voice.
That should be the centre of this partnership.
That should be the centre of this launch party.
- It's just a few days away.
You can't overhaul an entire party in a few days.
- Charlotte. I can do this if you let me.
- The shareholders are going to kill me.
- I don't think they will.
And even if they hate it...
is this a company for shareholders?
Or for artists?
(soft music)
Thanks for coming.
- Nice spot.
Where did you find it?
- I talked to Charlotte.
She's in.
On your vision.
- My vision?
- For the launch! Small, intimate, homespun.
She's in. - You're kidding.
- She said if we can pull it off, we could do it.
- Listen, I uh...
- What?
- I was wrong to get upset with you.
You were just trying to protect Audify.
I was being arrogant and standing on principles.
- No.
I should've kept you in the loop.
I should've treated you like a partner.
- So, we can both agree that you're at fault here?
(laughing)
- So how was your dinner with Rebecca?
- It was good. Enlightening.
I ended things.
- You did? Why?
- Because of something you said, actually.
It's easy to settle.
I think it's about time I started going after the things I want.
- Well, what do you say we start with this party?
- Tell me what you need.
- Well, a venue for starters.
I mean, if I cancel the Birchwood,
we're going to need a place to host this thing
and the party is in two days.
I have no idea how to find a venue in two days.
- I might have an idea.
- Absolutely not!
- Paul, when have I ever asked you for anything?
- Often! You ask me for things all the time.
- It's the perfect space! It's scenic and quiet.
- Yeah! And I work hard to keep it that way.
- You might have fun.
- I'm going to take a page out of your brother's playbook.
Paul, I'm going to level with you here.
- Oh. This should be good.
- If you let us have the party in your backyard,
I can't promise that your rugs won't get dirty.
- I know, you can't. - I can't promise you
that things won't get moved out of place,
or that people won't step on your grass.
- Precisely.
- But you know what I can promise you?
If you let us have the party in your backyard--
- I'll move out of your guesthouse.
(upbeat music)
The biggest update in my life is more
of a realization I've had.
You see, I have this work partner,
and I've realized that ever since I met her,
my life has completely imploded.
Because of this woman,
I have to start looking for a new apartment,
I realized I had to end things with my ex and worst of all?
I had to have a heart to heart with my brother.
To top it off, her and I
have a massive project we've been working on
and I feel like we're completely unprepared for it.
Beat that, MusicGirl. What's new in your world?
(Amanda): Well, if I may say so myself,
it sounds like meeting this woman was exactly what you needed.
What's new with me? Well, for starters,
I'm starting to feel
more comfortable in my own skin at work.
I also have a big work project at the moment.
And for the first time,
I feel good about the direction it's heading in.
Is it too forward of me
to ask if you have a date to the launch party?
(Sam): Yes, that is very forward.
And how did you know I was planning on going?
- I had a feeling... and it's company mandated.
- Well, then I guess at least this time I know you'll show.
- Touché.
Let's see... Oh no, that's not good.
- We're gonna need a bigger table.
(chuckling)
"Music is life."
That's-- - Awful.
- Yeah, well, what can we do? - Change it?
- Now? It's already been approved.
That's pretty risky. Don't you think?
I mean, if you change it now and Charlotte doesn't like it--
- Sam? I figured out what we're trying to say.
I think I can get it done.
- You know, I was thinking about bringing a date to the party.
- Oh a date? Really?
- Just wanted to make sure that's okay with you.
(chuckles)
- Yeah. Yeah. Why... why would it not be?
- No reason.
- Oh! One more thing. - Yeah?
- Catering.
(upbeat music)
(record scratch)
- I can't do it! I won't!
- Bitsy, you are my best friend in the entire world.
I would never ask you to do something like this.
Okay, I realize that I just asked you to come and help me
move everything inside,
but this is what you were
meant to do.
And it's about time
that you remembered that.
- Amanda, I don't want to screw up your party.
- When we cut our contract with the venue, we lost our caterer.
We need you. Bitsy, we need you!
You're an artist in the kitchen.
You are far and away the best chef I've ever seen in my life.
- I can't cook a whole party myself.
- I said we lost our caterer. Didn't say we lost our staff.
- Are you sure?
- Yes! You've got this!
(upbeat music)
(pop music)
(lively chatter)
- Amanda?
I wanted to apologize for telling Turnley
about your plans.
Honestly, I thought you were going to ruin the party
and get us all laid off...
(scoffs)
I couldn't have been more wrong. This looks incredible.
- Well, thanks, Eric.
- Hey.
- Look at you!
Blazer and everything!
- If there was ever a time to break it out of the closet.
Look at you.
Showered and everything!
(chuckles)
- Hey, you know how I do it.
- You look beautiful.
- Marjorie, I need those onions julienned!
Pick this up for the party, Enid.
Rufus, I need more spice on those potatoes.
- Steak and blueberries?
Huh! It's actually quite delicious.
You know, my law firm's looking for a new caterer.
You interested?
Alright then.
See you out there.
- Ooh. "Face the Music. Voice your truth."
Hm. I don't recall approving that one.
- I know.
I know. Our company lost itself trying to
be something that it's not.
And I think that it's time that we face the music,
you know, admit that we took a wrong turn
and... and correct course.
I mean, that is how we get people's trust back.
By being honest.
You know? And now, with Syncro,
people are gonna have a place
to voice their truth through music.
- You know, most people are too timid or too cynical
to ever really let themselves shine.
You'd be amazed at how many acquaintances I have,
people that I've known for years that...
I don't really know.
But, I look around this party,
and I feel we've finally met.
It's perfect.
The tagline.
It's perfect. I love it. - Oh! I'm so glad.
- You really pulled this off.
- I couldn't have done it without Sam.
- Well, come Monday morning,
you and I are should have a little talk.
Yeah, I think a title change is in order.
How does VP sound to you?
- I don't know what to say.
- Okay, well that's a first!
You don't have to say anything.
Look at this. You earned it.
You earned it.
(indistinct chatter)
- Hey, Eric. - Hey, Sam.
You really pulled it off.
The party looks great. - Thanks.
Hey, I wanted to apologize
for getting off on the wrong foot when we first met.
- Sam, don't sweat it. It's a name tag.
I don't think you're gonna need one of those anytime soon.
Corporate's thrilled with how everything turned out.
- I appreciate that.
- You know, Amanda showed me your radio play.
- She did? - I thought it was hysterical.
And heartwarming. And creative.
- Really?
- How would you like to develop a series with us?
On our podcast network.
- I mean... Yes, yes, that sounds...
Yes! - We'll be in touch.
- I got the radio play from Paul.
He snuck into your room when you were at work
and he emailed it to me. Apparently, he's a secret fan.
- Amanda, I don't know what to say.
No one's ever done something like that for me before.
- Well, you did all the hard work.
I just made the introduction.
- Thank you.
(laughing)
- Look at Paul!
He doesn't even care
that people are messing up his pool noodles anymore.
- Well, three different people came up to me
and told me how much they love Bitsy's food.
She's a hit! - Good.
- Listen, Amanda. I think we should--
- I'll be right back. - What? Where are you...
(sighs)
(phone chimes)
(soft music)
- Look up, Sam.
(♪)
You know, you don't have a face for radio, right?
- I didn't think MusicGirl was gonna show up.
- You knew?
- I hoped.
- Sam.
All in all,
would you call tonight a success?
- Yeah.
I think I would.
(♪)
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