Transcript (en)

What's wrong, sweetheart? I don't know anybody's number. They were all in my phone. I use the voice dialing in my car, and everyone's on speed dial. That's a modern-day fucked-up shit, huh? Yeah. I only know, like, three numbers. My parents in Texas and I'm not calling them. I know my own number because I could give it out to people. I should text myself, right? Someone might get it. That's a good idea. Okay, it's Megan. Help. Um... Where am I? The hood. We more like hood adjacent. Hood. Hood, yeah. So what's the other number? Who is this? You woke me up, goddammit. I said, who is this? Just talk. It's me. It's Megan. You were never going to call me. I thought we weren't going to talk. I had to call you, okay, Kyle? I had to. Listen, breaking up was the hardest thing I ever did. Just hold on. Hang on. Why are you talking so low? Are you? Are you with someone? Is someone there with you already? Are you drunk? Yeah, technically, probably yes, but... Is this a booty call? No, I don't wanna have sex with you. Damn, who are you talking to? It's my ex-fiance. Oh, hi. Who's that? That is Pookie He an acquaintance of mine Okay so so so then you are not alone either What are you doing Why are you calling me I called you because I in trouble Colonel okay I need you to come and get me And I only knew three numbers, okay? You and my parents and 1-800-Flowers, and I wish to God it wasn't the case, but some things just stick, you know? I can't get rid of you. Anybody know any numbers? I don't know. I know the bell-bomb number. 800-588-2300. What you gonna need that for? What you need that for? I may need some carpet or something. Are you in jail? Not yet, but it's a distinct possibility. Sober up. Call a taxi, all right? I gotta go. Kyle, who are you talking to? Oh, my God. Oh, my God, there is someone there. I knew it, you bastard. Megan, Megan. I'm sorry. Please don't call me again. Can you please, please come help me? Okay, listen. Gotta come. Listen to me. Now, you listen, motherfucker. I don't know what the fuck you did to Megan Miles from the motherfucking news, But you better drag your cracker ass out of bed. This nigga a cracker, right? Oh, he's a cracker. And get down to this crack house and get Megan Miles the fuck out of here. She gotta go do the motherfucking news, or else she won't get her fucking promotion. Give me that. Yo, you show one more motherfucking ounce of disrespect to this woman, and I swear I will track your bitch ass down and set your ass on fire. You hear me? Now, I got your number in my phone, bitch. Say something else. Okay, that's good. No, that was so sweet. Really. I got you. Thank you. Uh, who's that? D'Askrilla and Hulk. They're also acquaintances of mine. Are you in a crack house? Yes, Kyle. That is what I am trying to tell you. I am in a crack house. There you are! That's your old motherfucker! Is this a joke, Megan? Hey! What the fuck is happening?