- I know phone booths are hard to come by,
but that doesn't make it okay for you
to take your pants off in a Verizon store.
$700 and time served.
Ugh! Comic-Con.
Please say the next case is a good old public urination.
- Does it count as public urination
if the person doing it thinks they're invisible?
- Oh. How embarrassing. We're wearing the same thing.
Except you went to law school and I stole mine from Dry Bar!
- Heather, so glad you're here! Take five, everybody.
- Get over here, you!
- Oh! - Oh.
Okay, okay. Put me down.
Everybody, this is Heather. She's my oldest friend.
We met on the first day of kindergarten. She was 10.
- I've wanted to visit Abby since she moved here.
I'm dyingto try New York's famous Nashville hot chicken.
- Always a pleasure meeting people from Abby's hometown.
You're all so annoyingly outgoing.
And possibly inbred.
- Ooh! And check you out, Miss Big Time Blazer.
I bet you watch the news.
- I bet you've been onthe news.
- I have. I fell in a gorilla pit.
- Oh, my God! You were Baby Heather!
You still look the same.
- That's because a lot of these are still baby teeth.
- We should get back to work. I'll get you the keys
so you can drop your stuff off at my place.
- No need. I'm good.
They let you in anywhere if you say you smell gas.
That's my friend Heather.
Isn't she fun?
- Oh, my God. You hate her.
- What? No! We've been friends forever!
She gave me my very first piercing...
which led to my secondtetanus shot.
- No. You hate her.
The lifeless laugh, the fake, phony "fun."
- That wasn't fake or phony.
- Ah. Ice cream. - Fun!
- Puppies. - Fun!
- Heather.
- Fun.
- You dohate her!
Fun!
- See, when hesays it, I believe it.
- This is nonsense.
- I don't know, Dan.
You think you'd be a hot catch with these lady nerds.
You look like a rich wizard.
- What kind of stunted man-child goes in for this kind of stuff?
- One who's seen the world for what it really is.
Morpheus. From "The Matrix."
- Good God. You're one of them.
I mean, that's surprising.
You present as a person who's had sex.
- If you don't think these people are having sex,
you don't know Comic-Con.
For five days, the horniest indoor kids in the galaxy
gathered to dress up and bed down.
And since this is my first Con since the divorce,
I'm ready to show all the ladies we're living in a... stimulation.
- I wish we werein the Matrix.
Learning kung fu is taking forever.
- Oh, God. Oh, my God. Hide me. It's Julianne.
It's Julianne!
- You know I don't know who that is.
I just started working here.
- It's a woman Dan prosecuted back in the day
and showed up last year for revenge.
- But I thwarted her efforts to destroy my life
when she saw how sad it was.
- Hey. You'll find love someday. I mean, look at me.
I bounced back after my dalliance
with Christopher Meloni.
- You dated Christopher Meloni?
- Our connection was deeper than that.
He shadowed me for his greatest role.
I assume you're familiar with "Bailiff: The Musical"?
The nudity was my idea.
- Shut up. Shut up. Where did she go? Where's Julianne?
Dan Fielding.
Well. Hi, Julianne.
What brings you here? Hopefully through a metal detector.
- I'm just visiting the new man in my life.
He's very attentive.
You know, constant check-ins, wants to know where I'm going,
who I'm seeing... what's in my urine.
- So he's your parole officer?
- Ah, it's too soon to put a label on it.
- Ah. And how good is he at monitoring your access
to things that might — what's the word — explode me?
- Dan, you have nothing to worry about.
I mean, where is the fun
in ruining a life that's already in shambles?
- You have some nerve.
I'll have you know this man's life is robust.
He was a judge in his beloved New Orleans,
and he happens to be best friends
with someone who was the inspiration
for one of Christopher Meloni's greatest Broadway triumphs!
- Well, Dan!
I'm glad to hear you're doing so well.
Now maybe we canhave some fun together after all.
- You know, she could be laughing at something else.
- Oh. Where are my manners?
Julianne. I'm gonna ruin Dan's life.
And... selfie!
- You know, you don't have to say "selfie" every time.
- So what do you two country mice got planned for the big city?
- Who knows? When Heather's around,
it's always an adventure.
One minute, we're getting cupcakes, the next,
we're at an underground club called "Oontz."
- It's named after the song. You know the one?
- Yeah. She knows the song. She knows the song.
- You went to an underground club?
You ask them to turn down the music
and crank up the lights at Outback.
- No one could hear my Crocodile Dundee impression.
- Aww! Do it!
That's not a knife!
- Isn't that bad?
- See? - That's why Heather's the best.
She tells it like it is and really pushes me
out of my comfort zone.
I lovethat about her.
- Then you are gonna love what I have planned for tonight.
I'm gonna take you on a midnight helicopter tour
of Manhattan.
And I got a deal because the helicopter doesn't have lights!
I'll text the "pilot."
- Why are you using air quotes?
- Cause he's in the air.
- Why are you putting up with this person
you have nothing in common with?
- You call 30 years of friendship nothing in common?
You know, if it wasn't for Heather,
I never would have tried Wild Cherry Pepsi.
And thanks to those Pepsi points,
I got to meet Ray Charles.
- Okay. Well, have fun.
It's a good thing you two are so close,
since you'll be sharing an urn when they can't figure out
how to separate your ashes.
- So, how was your helicopter trip with Heather?
- Had its moments!
Nothing makes you appreciate the ground
like plummeting towards it!
- You know you're not on the helicopter anymore, right?
- In a lot of ways, I'll always be on it.
But all in all, it was fun.
- There it is again. That fake, phony "fun."
The fakest, phoniest "fun" yet.
- Okay! You're right! I admit it! I don't like her!
This friendship should have ended a long time ago.
I guess now I have to go tell someone
that I've known for three decades,
"Well, oops. Turns out you've always sucked."
- Wait. You're — You're just gonna tell her?
Like, with your mouth? That's sick, you sicko! Just ghost her.
- And just never talk to her again?
Wait. Are people doing this all the time?
- I don't know. Ask 'em.
If they don't respond, then, yeah, they're doing it.
- Hey, "Scabs"! - Heh-heh.
Look at you, dusting off the old nicknames.
- She had eczema. She wore a turtleneck all summer.
Then I came up with the name "Scabs," and everyone laughed.
So, uh, you think you're gonna
leave first thing tomorrow to get a jump on the traffic or...?
- Actually... Excuse me.
There's something I needed to talk to you about.
Last night, when you were clinging to me
in that helicopter, I realized something.
I miss this.
My boyfriend, Ronald, doesn't get me.
He says I dream too big and snore too wet.
So I'm breaking up with him and moving in with you! Yay!
- Yee-hee-hee!
I don't know what to say.
- Because it's hard to say all the curse words at once?
- Ooh! Batman! I'm gonna go talk to him.
I heard he's rich and a big ol' freak.
- So, it says here you were charged
with sneaking into Comic-Con without a ticket.
- Not me. Him.
- Back here.
- You guys must have a close relationship.
What's your secret? - The important thing
is knowing what you're getting into.
- You said it, brother.
15 Comic-Cons ago, I agreed to this costume.
Haven't looked back. Or forward. It's best to just look down.
- I have to say — it's nice to see two friends
that are totally in sync.
But, still, one of you is trespassing.
So, next time, cover your ass.
- No! My sitter for Comic-Con just bailed!
Gurgs...
is there any way you'd babysit?
You can't afford me.
Why not just bring the girls to Comic-Con? They'll love it.
- Of course they will. It's —
It's all their fantasies come to life.
But I'm trying to make myfantasies come to life.
- Okay, everyone. Stay cool.
Not you. That ship has sailed.
Julianne is back. Catwoman. Second row.
- Hm. She looks different with a bunch of cats on her.
- Not her. Her!
- Ooh! That is a quality straitjacket.
Ah! The prisons never let me keep mine.
- Julianne is not gonna make a move in here.
This place is crawling with police officers
and a... bunch of other things she should be scared of.
- So as long as you never leave this room, you're safe.
- Oh, right. There's only one problem with that.
I hatethis room.
- I have a better idea.
- This may be some of my finest work.
- Something about this feels familiar.
- I'm not gonna lie, Dan.
This might be the best you've ever looked.
- You know, from the right angle.
I want to kick my ownass.
- Now to really sell it, remember —
Klingons are a prideful, ruthless, humorless species.
So you might want to... not change a thing.
- I don't want to scare you out of moving here,
but I just want you to know what you're getting yourself into.
Like, did you know that crime is really up?
- Good thing your new roomie knows parkour.
If we get attacked in a construction site,
things are gonna look real cool real fast.
- Also, it's really expensive here.
- That's where my money-saving tips come in.
You are throwing away good money on toothpaste.
Anything foamy is fine!
Oh, my God. I just realized. You don't want me to move here.
- Ohh... - You needme to move here.
- Wow. What a roller-coaster ride your brain must be.
Oop. Sorry.
I got to take this. It's my ex-boyfriend's mom.
Connie, you were wrong.
I just talked to Scabs, and she loves the idea!
- Hey! Whatcha doin'?
- How long have you been out there?
- Oh, definitely longer than you wish I was.
You're not gonna scare her off. You're too nice.
I saw you reconstruct a spider web.
- How would you like it if youcame home from work
and yourhouse was destroyed?
- Just leave this to me.
Who's ready to get wild in the Windy City?
- That's Chicago.
- Ugh. Climate change. Ever heard of it? Egh.
- Ah, wish we could, but Scabs and I are stuck at work.
But if you really want to get wild, go where the locals go.
Port Authority bus terminal. - Ooh!
- It's like a rave mixed with a prison riot,
a fight club, and surprisingly good pretzels.
- I'm in. See ya later, Super Mario.
Another fun nickname I gave her in high school.
- "Super Mario" Overalls? - No.
- Red hat? - No.
- Mustache? - Yep.
- What's your plan for human? Meat or pets?
Hold it right there!
- No!
Um, hello. For the very first time.
- Sorry. Y-You go ahead. I'm just waiting for this guy
that I'm gonna psychologically destroy.
- Ah.
Just out of curiosity...
What do you plan on doing
to this unfortunate, but I'm going to assume
devastatingly handsome fellow?
- Oh, I like to stick to the classics.
Arson. Identity theft.
Framing him for a multimillion-dollar art heist.
Ah, when the real heist
is what those guys get paid for their art, right?
I mean, congratulations.
You took a lovely piece of marble for a statue
that could have been a great countertop.
- Yeah. Funny. I hate art, too.
But I never say anything because it makes me sound crazy.
- I don't think you're crazy. Art is dumb.
- Julianne.
- Oh. They call me... Maltz.
She had no idea who I was.
Our eyes met. Our hands touched.
Our blood stayed inside our bodies.
You know, Julianne is quite lovely
when she's not hell-bent on... revenge.
- Just be careful, Dan. I don't want you to end up
head over heels — in the trunk of her Buick.
- No. That's just the thing.
For one glorious moment, the room faded away
and we were just a Klingon and a Catwoman,
as God intended.
- Well, my Comic-Con is screwed.
I couldn't find a sitter, so now I have to bring my kids
because I care about their safety, like an idiot.
- Well, at least you still get to go.
Yeah. Wearing this.
I'm no longer Morpheus,
keeper of all the secrets of the Matrix.
I'm Rocky, the worst "PAW Patrol" dog...
whose power is garbage truck.
- Well, some of us have costumes that women think are cool,
so could we — Woop-woop woop-woop woop woop.
- Haven't heard from Heather. That's a good thing, right?
Maybe she caught a bus to Nashville to try
their famous Philly cheesesteak?
- Or... Wyatt's gonna say this.
- The People vs. Heather Baskets.
- Oh, noice! Abby's my judge!
- Two bailiffs? That means she's Double Dangerous,
which was Christopher Meloni's big number in "The Musical."
- The defendant is charged with illegal gambling
and inciting a riot that led to a bus being lit on fire.
- A riot anda bus fire? You were gone for an hour.
- Your Honor, this wide-eyed innocent was lured to New York
by a so-called friend
who then abandoned her in her time of need.
- Do you even know what you're talking about?
- Eh, kind of winging it.
- Can we just stick to the facts, please?
- Miss Baskets started a sidewalk casino,
but it was with the best of intentions.
- A bus headed to Atlantic City broke down.
They wanted to gamble. I took some bets.
Then they wanted to get paid. Who would have seen thatcoming?
- I don't know. Anyone?
- Hold on. Are you mad at me, Scabs?
- It's JudgeScab —
Judge Stone — when you're in my court.
- Okay, Dad!
Uh, P.S. — none of this is even my fault.
- So you did nothing to cause an 80-year-old woman
to throw a lit cigar at a bus?
- For the record, the cigar was thrown into a garbage can,
and then the garbage can was thrown at the bus.
- Yeah, Abby. - Not on your side.
- This is just like that time in third grade
when you got all mad at me 'cause I told you
the only way to win at dodgeball was to catch it with your mouth.
- I got athlete's mouth because of you!
And a lot has changed since then.
For instance, I'm a judge and you're a criminal.
- Alleged!
Although that seems beside the point now.
- I know that what I did wasn't technically legal,
but I was pushing boundaries — like I do with you.
It's why we're friends, and you love that about me.
- I don'tlove that about you. I don't even like you!
- But I'm Baby Heather!
- Your Honor, in light of this contentious discourse,
I'm wondering if maybe you would consider recusing yourself.
- Oh, ya think?
So, looks like the trial is gonna be tomorrow.
Don't worry. You're in front of Judge Mulaney.
He's a horrible misogynist,
but he believes women can't commit crimes.
- Do judges always come down here
to personally deliver news to alleged criminals?
Or were you coming to say you're sorry?
- I am not, but I do wish the truth came out differently.
Not in an open court and not at the volume
I reserve for yelling, "Encore!" at the Rockefeller Center
Christmas tree lighting.
- I've been thinking. City living might not be for me.
You would not believe what I just paid this guy
for dru-u-u-umsticks.
- I don't see any drumsticks. - I did them all.
- Heather, you're gonna have a lot of fun in your life,
and I can't wait to not be involved.
- Well, B.T. Dubs...
you really let me have it in front of your work friends.
Guess old Heather got you out of your comfort zone after all.
You're welcome, Scabs.
- Well, let's get you back in there.
- Alright.
- So, uh, how about we put on a sorting hat
and see what house we're going back to — yours or mine.
That would have worked if I was dressed as Morpheus!
- Okay, Wyatt. I'm coming to Comic-Con.
- Trinity! Nice!
- I'll take your kids to the "PAW Patrol" panel
while Morpheus looks for "The One"...
who will have sex with him.
But you got to make it back before Chris Meloni
shows up to sign posters for
"The Musical: The Movie."
He and I have unfinished business.
- You know, when I came here tonight,
the last thing I expected was to find someone like you.
Oh, I'd love to see you again.
- Oh, I'd like that, too.
Maybe at a masquerade ball.
Or a year-round Halloween store.
Or — Ooh! Immediately after your cataract surgery.
- Or maybe we don't wait. You know, let's —
let's just get out of these ridiculous costumes
and get into a bed.
I want to see allof you.
- Oh, yes. Julianne. I want to — I want to show you all of me.
But there's something y-you should know.
I'm hideous.
- I don't care about looks.
I mean, take the guy that I came here to destroy, for example.
You know, he's handsome. Great dresser.
Your build and shoe size.
Same hands.
And when he's scared,
he lets out this signature little yelp.
It's you!
- Yeah. Sorry. Wait, wait. Please.
I didn't mean to trick you!
I just didn't want you to murder me!
Then we started talking, and I didn't want that to end either.
So I just kept going, and now you probably
want to revenge me even more than you did before.
So whatever it is, please just do it quick!
Am I dead?
- I have feelings that I-I can't explain.
I-I don't want revenge anymore.
I don't want to play cat-and-mouse
with detectives at the end of their rope
or cut my parole officer's hair while he's asleep
so that he steadily goes bald and never knows why.
I only want... Dan.
- I don't know what to say.
T-There are no words in Klingon for what I'm feeling.
I assume. I did no research.
But I need to take it slow. How about dinner next week?
- Oh, next week is bad.
Um, how about four to six months?
- What?
- Ugh! This guy is obsessed with me.
So, I burned an improv theater to the ground.
You know, any one of you would have done the same thing!
Wait for me, Dan!
And I'm not asking.
- What just happened? - Forget it, Maltz.
- It's Comic-Con.
C-o-n-n-n-n-n-n-n!
It's funny.