Table Read - Little Man - Act 3

Episode Date: April 25, 2023

ACT 3: They do! Doug finds out Ethan and his girlfriend, Priya, are engaged and expecting a baby. Devastated Doug undoes all the good he's done by acting out at school and runs away. Doug begs Carl for help. Carl finds an underground ice cream man who can fix Doug's mess. At the meeting point, Doug saves a toddler from getting hit by a train, but misses the rendezvous and his last hope. Ethan and Francine find Doug. He'll always be family; families stick together. The next day at the school play, fifth grade bullies sabotage the performance. Julia is in tears. Doug makes a heart-felt speech about her kindness and belief in her students. He saves the day and transforms back into a grown up! Over the next 8 months, he gets his act together and becomes a responsible adult. Doug is asked to be the godfather to Ethan and Priya's son. ____ LITTLE MAN:  A hysterical irreverent comedy! "SHALLOW HAL" meets "13 GOING ON 30"...with a generous, dusting of "SUPERBAD." Our all-star cast absolutely destroys this script...guaranteed. You'll laugh out loud! Imagine a world where karma is a magic blue popsicle. LITTLE MAN is a comedy about a foul-mouthed loser who gets an unwanted "do-over" as an 8 year-old. But to turn back into a grown-up, this little d-bag has 10 days to become a decent human being or he'll stay a kid forever. It's hard to be good when you've been bad for so long. Time's running out. Tick tock! ____ Follow Table Read (@TableReadPodcastLA) on Instagram for more info! Visit: https://www.tablereadpodcast.com/ Contact: [e-mail]   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Little Man Part 3 When 30-year-old douche canoe Doug got a free popsicle from a mysterious ice cream man, he never thought it would come with a do-over as an 8-year-old. With the help of his best friend Ethan, Doug must change his douchey ways if he wants to become a grown-up again. Karma's a bitch. When we left this hot mess, Doug realized the do-over wasn't so bad after all. Life as an eight-year-old had been going better for him than his life as an unemployed loser at 30.

Doug made friends, stood up to bullies, and helped his class win the school-wide cookie contest. And Julia, Doug's teacher, told Ethan that Doug was gifted. With only one day in the do-over left, Carl gave Doug the good news. He'd go back to being a grown-up by the end of the next day. Doug confided in Carl that he didn't want the do-over to end. This was his second chance to finally get his life on track. Ethan had even become like the father he'd never had. But Carl dropped another bomb.

When he told Doug he'd stay a child if he didn't change his ways, he meant eight years old forever. No growing up all over again. Cocktail weenie for life. Doug was furious. This wasn't fair. Would he ever catch a break or have any happiness in his loser life? Catch a break? Or have any happiness in his loser life? Exterior, Ethan's house, day. The Volvo is in the driveway. Doug runs up the porch steps.

Interior, living room, day. Doug bursts in, blows past Francine. There you are. Ethan! Ethan! We gotta talk! Now! Doug freezes. Ethan stands with his arms around Priya. Hey, kiddo! Priya, you've met my nephew.

Oh, yes. I remember. Doug and Priya eye each other. It's awkward. He looks just like you. Not my kid. Other... our other sisters. She's not around much. Workaholic. She's in prison.

Bob, say hi to Uncle Ethan's girlfriend, Priya. Hi, Priya. Priya's eyes go big. Ethan's too. Only one person calls her Priya's. Bob's partially deaf. It's Priya, not Prius! Actually, I'm not Ethan's girlfriend anymore. Doug brightens for

a second. On his Beyonce! Ow! Doug's jaw drops. Oh my god! Congratulations! She hugs the ecstatic couple. Doug scowls. And I'm gonna be a dad!

What? We're pregnant! I was gonna propose eventually. Things just moved up a little. Doug looks like he's about to cry. Oh my god! I'll be an aunt! Again! Ethan's phone rings.

Incoming FaceTime call from Mom. He pulls Priya close. Answers it. Hey, Mom! Ethan's phone, the face of Mrs. Reyes, 60, Filipina, fills the screen. Joyful tears. She makes the sign of the cross. I just got salamat in Kichkanu.

Our only son, our perfect child, is getting married. God's answered my prayers, Priya. I know you are going to take good care of my son. Do you have any single brothers? For Francine, a doctor, a lawyer, a pharmacist? I'm right here, Mom. Ethan, now that you are getting married, you can finally kick out that freeloading loser. Mom, can you get Dad?

Hey, Ernesto! Come here if you say you have a child! Crushed, Doug retreats to his cave, shuts the door. Later, kitchen. Priya and Francine create a baby registry on a laptop. Hallway. Ethan stands outside Doug's closed door. Bad day at school? Doug's room.

Fugly munches from inside a Cheetos bag. Doug lies on his mattress, face buried in a pillow. Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm picking up Chinese food. Priya's craving. Wanna come? Doug doesn't move. They have those cookies you like.

Interior, Ethan's car, moving. Night. Doug stares out the window. Ethan rambles. It's all happening so fast. Crazy, I know. We're taking a break and boom, I'm gonna be a dad. Boom.

Interior, who's Szechuan, night. Dinner rush at the family-run neighborhood restaurant. Lobby, Ethan and Doug wait. At the register, an old man, 80s, Chinese, offers fortune cookies to customers. Ethan takes one. Doug grabs a handful, cracks into them. The old man smiles, speaks to Doug in Chinese. You annoy like fleas on Doug's anus.

Ethan rambles on with domestic happiness. I can't believe how happy I am when this is what I was running from. Thanks for calling me out. Ma? On my commitment phobia. Plan B dooms Plan A from the start. I said that? I don't know shit.

I'm eight. Don't listen to me. You helped me see Priya's the one. I'm all in. I'm getting married and I'm gonna be a dad. A couple, thirties, with a cute baby sits by Ethan and Doug. Ethan waves at the baby. Doug grimaces. Cracks at the baby. Doug grimaces,

cracks into a cookie. Unfortunate. Happiness of a friend is happiness for you. Brendan's ten months. Your son? Nephew. But I just found out I'm going to be a father. Ah, congratulations!

Doug scowls, cracks into another cookie. Unfortunate. Jealousy has no place in the heart of a true friend. Doug crumples it. Runs to the register for more cookies. He doesn't see the toddler in a high chair wave at him. It's Malachi and the entire Johnson family.

Old man gives Doug more cookies. He devours them. The old man pats Doug's head. You eat like a ravenous piglet. Doug glares at Ethan, still fussing over the baby. The baby grabs his tie, stuffs it in his mouth. Ethan and the parents laugh. Doug sneers.

Opens another cookie. On fortune. Loser. Doug blinks. Looks at it again. Hashtag loser. He sees the old man holding up a loser L to his forehead. Loser.

Doug rubs his eyes. The old man is busy with a credit card machine. Doug dumps the cookies in the trash. Interior, Ethan's house, night. Chinese food boxes on the table. Ethan, Priya, and Francine talk wedding plans and baby names. Doug stabs his egg foo young with a chopstick. Ethan sees.

Later, Doug's room. Ethan knocks on the door. Video game thrash metal blasts from inside. Ethan opens it. Doug slumps in a game rocker. Hits the controller hard. Ethan lowers the volume. What the fuck?

Why do I get the feeling you're not happy for Priya and me? Congratulations. Returns to his muted game. Ethan sits. What's going on? I saw Carl. He said one more day of being good. And I'm back to being a grown-up. Doug, that's awesome!

I don't want to change back. What? He faces Ethan. Grown-up me is a joke. You said so. Now, I got a new start, and I finally have a dad who gives a shit. I mean, I... I know you're not my dad. Ethan puts a hand on his shoulder. Doug turns away. But fate's a cruel bitch.

If I don't change back to a grown-up, I'll be eight for a frickin' ever! Confusion on Ethan's face. Cocktail weenie for life. But just one more day being a good person and... I'm 30 again. Problem solved. Jesus, Ethan! Do you hear anything I'm saying? You're so wrapped up in your stupid wife and baby crap.

Stupid wife and baby crap? Doug hit a nerve. Ethan gets up, goes to the door. It's my life we're talking about, too! Have you thought about how your mess affects me? Of course not. Because it's always about you. He slams the door.

Doug hurls the game controller. Interior kitchen day. Francine pours milk into a bowl of cereal. Pajama-clad Doug shuffles in with Fugly. Where's Ethan? Stay at Prius.

I'm taking you to school. They're already talking about a... Jesus Christ, superstar. No, he's not helping you now. I praise Jesus! Okay. Where's Ethan? Stay at Prius. I'm taking you to school.

They're already talking about getting a bigger place. Doug stares into his cereal bowl. The cereal bits drift together, spelling loser. Interior, exterior, school, day. Super day 10. A series of shots. Doug's worst day ever. At Cubby's, Doug looks over his shoulder, then rifles through lunch bags, gobbles up other kids' snacks. At recess, Doug swipes balls from kindergartners and throws them over the fence, leaving the little ones in tears. In the library, Doug and a huddle of boys scurry as Julian nears. She picks up a paper from the floor.

It's a cartoon of her with a gigantic basket... It's a tea... It's a cartoon with her with gigantic basketball boots. Teacher scrawled below. She crumples it. Interior classroom day. Play rehearsal. Students practice lines, try on costumes. All the groups are productive, except one. Natalie and Rachel glare, arms crossed. Wyatt frowns.

The play is tomorrow. You have to try on your costume. She holds up a curly blonde wig. Beneath the desk, Doug draws on the underside. Mastricate yourself. I'm busy. I'm telling Miss Jones. Doug scribbles harder. Wyatt peers under the desk. Come on, Doug. I have the tiger. Natalie's face appears next to Wyatt's. You're not cooperating.

You can take that stupid wig and this stupid play and shove it up your stupid... That's enough! Out of there. Now. Doug crawls out. He's 67 pounds of pissed off. What is it? Why are you acting like... Like a child? Maybe it's cause everything sucks. Doug's got everyone's attention now. He loses his shit. School sucks. Homework sucks. But grown-ups suck the most. They make promises just to break them. Bunch of lies. All of it.

Doug, calm down. Deep breaths. Count back from ten. One bullshit story after another. Two very sorry kids, but Tinkerbell's got better stuff to do. Count back from ten. One bullshit story after another. Tooth fairy? Sorry, kids, but Tinkerbell's got better stuff to do. Ask Mom and Dad what they do with all your teeth. The kids gasp. Stop this. I'm just getting started.

Julia runs to the classroom phone. What about the Easter Bunny? Grown-ups think we're stupid. They want us to believe a giant rabbit lays eggs? Or lies! Some kids show shock. Others not in agreement. Code Orange?

And Santa Claus? Maniacal laughter. Slow motion. Julia looks up. Drops phone. He's really just your dog! Julia dives across the room. Clamps her hand over his mouth.

Interior, Ethan's house, day. Francine rinses out an empty mayo jar, phone on speaker. The principal called. Explains his shitty mood. What did he do? The list is too long. In the bathroom, Doug stuffs his backpack,

clothes, Cheetos, sketch pad. The last item is the old Dodger Stadium photo. Doug pauses. He dumps it in the trash can. Fugly whimpers. Doug hugs him tight. He opens the bathroom window. Fugly barks.

Shh. Sorry, Pooley. You can't come with me. Fugly whimpers. Doug hugs the little dog one last time. Tears roll down his cheeks. Interior, liquor store, day. Doug plunks a six-pack of beer on the counter.

The cashier, 22, cracks her gum. Shakes her head no. But I'm Peter fucking Dinglish! She shakes her head again. Ex I'm Peter fucking Dinglish! She shakes her head again. Exterior, City Street, day. Doug walks, head tilted back, sucking a can of ruddy whip. Exterior, someone's front lawn, day. Doug lays on his back, high from ruddy whip fumes.

Through his nitrous haze, he hears that Mr. Chili chimes. Now you're up a creek, son. Doug squints. Carl stands above him. I messed up. That's putting it mildly. Ethan's moving on. I'm just a burden.

I don't want to screw up his life. He deserves to be happy. If I could just grow up like a normal kid, I could figure out something. On my own. Away from here. I don't want to be eight forever. Doug, you gotta understand it wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

It's never turned out this way. I don't have the power to alter El Nino. No one does. Please help me, Carl. Carl paces. He thinks and thinks. He stops. There might be someone. Interior. Ethan's house. Day. Francine walks around the house, calls for Doug.

Doug! No time for this hide-and-seek bullshit! She passes the bathroom, spots Fugly on top of the toilet, whining out the open window. Francine enters. Fugly barks crazy, jumps down, whines and barks at the trash can. Francine pulls out the photo. Exterior. Mr. Chili Ice Cream Truck, day. Doug on the bumper eats a popsicle. Carl is on the phone. Ah, ah, yep.

I appreciate this. Ends the call. Who is that? Old friend. Came up through the guild together. Like a fraternity bro? He's well connected. Owes me one.

What now? What are we waiting for? A name. But this is risky. The guildmasters can never know. You part of some Illuminati secret society? More like the Lions or Elks. The guild's mission is simple.

Bring joy and frozen treats to children everywhere. Mr. Chili, Good Humor, Jack and Jill, all have members in the Guild. We're everywhere. The Chinese restaurant! That old guy one of your watchmen? Tony who? 30 years with Mr. Chili. How do you think I knew that you were about to blow it? He's Guild Emeritus, Platinum level. Good person, as all Guild members strive

to be. When someone needs extra help, we get involved. Carl gets a text. They look at the screen. He's your only hope. Pablo Ice Cream Bar? I'm sorry, that's a great fucking line. He's got to deliver that one. Sinaloa Ice Cream Cartel. Can I lead him in on that? I just got it. I'm sorry.

He's your only hope. A Pablo ice cream bar? Underground. Banned by the Guild. He's got what you need. But he's real jumpy. Works the promenade near the Metro line. Palladus cart.

You got to till five. Let's go! Can't. Guildmasters find out, I lose my pension. Me and the missus got a place in Florida. Take this. Hands and some cash. Where will you go?

After. Vegas. Blends in with the crowds. You need any help? Find Sprinkles the Clown. Frozen banana stand. Circus circus. I will try my best.

Doug runs off, then stops. He runs back and hugs the old man. Thank you, Carl. No matter what happens. Thank you. Good luck, son. Five o'clock. Not a minute later. Interior.

Ethan's car. Moving. Day. Ethan has his phone on speaker. Francine and Fugly scan the streets. Thanks for checking Principal Garcia. I'm sure he's at a friend's house. Call ends. He punches the steering wheel, frustrated.

Why would he just take off? Exterior train overpass, day. The metro train cars whiz by. Interior metro car, day. Doug looks out anxiously. Checks his watch. 4.30. Interior Ethan's car, moving. Day. Doug looks out anxiously. Checks his watch. 4.30. Interior. Ethan's car. Moving.

Day. On Francine's shocked face. Forever? He won't grow or age. They pass kids on the sidewalk eating popsicles. Ethan flips a U-turn. Interior. Metro car. Day. Doug checks his watch.

4.45. The loudspe checks his watch. 445. The loudspeaker crackles. Next stop, 3rd Street Promenade. Exterior, Suburban Street, day. Mr. Chili Truck at the curb. Carl hands ice cream to the last two kids in line. Ethan and Francine run up. Carl!

Ethan and Francine Reyes. Look at you two. All grown up now. Ice cream Joe! It's really you! We can't find Doug. He was just here. Pretty upset. He's leaving town. And you just let him

go? He's doing this for you. Doesn't want to be a burden. I found him someone who can fix the Forever 8 issue. Then Doug will figure things out on his own. He's just a kid. Something horrible could happen. We got to find him. Exterior, third street promenade, metro station, day. Doug steps off the metro, checks his watch, 4.55. Exterior, city streets. Day. Ethan's car swerves through traffic. Exterior metro station. Day. Doug scans the area crawling with tourists and shoppers.

A couple with a stroller reads a directory. Surrounding them is a swirling blob of boys. Boynato. It's the Johnsons. A butterfly catches Malachi's attention. He follows it. Exterior. Metro station parking lot. Day. Ethan, Francine and Fugly dash to the platform. Exterior. Metro

station. Day. A man, thirties, stands next to a Pilatus cart. It's Pablo ice cream bar. He checks his watch. Doug spots Pablo, his last hope just a few yards away. Malachi chases the butterfly to

the tracks, unnoticed. The metro train approaches in the distance. Doug runs towards Pablo, spots a toddler on the tracks. Malachi? Doug's POV. Everything becomes slow motion. Pablo looks

around. The Johnsons are distracted. Malachi stands on the tracks. Pablo starts to leave. The Metro horn blares. Breaks squeal on metal. Mrs. Johnson screams. Malachi! Doug has a split second to save Malachi or save himself.

Ethan and Francine turn at the commotion. Doug runs and pushes Malachi out of the train's path. Slow motion ends. The train obscures Doug and Malachi from view. Ethan and Francine and the Johnsons rush to them. Other side of the train. Reveal Doug and Malachi sprawled on the ground, safe. Doug! Malachi! Malachi gets scooped up. Ethan and Francine go to Doug. Doug's eyes search for Pablo.

Gone. Along with his last hope. Pablo! Pablo! Doug crumples in Ethan's arms. Sniffles on his shoulder. He's gone. Pablo's gone.

I tried. Shh. It's okay. Pablo's gone. I tried. Shh. It's okay. We're okay. They break the embrace. Mr. Johnson rushes over. This brave young man saved our boy's life. Thank you. He shakes Doug's hand. The Johnsons and Boynato depart in a flurry.

Malachi waves bye to Doug. Ethan sits Doug on a bench. Fugly jumps up, licks his face. How'd you find me? Ice Cream Joe, you scared the shit out of us. What were you thinking, Doug? I didn't want to drag you down. You're getting married. Starting a family. Starting? You are my family. You shouldn't have to put up with this.

Me. The rest of your life. We put up with each other until we kill each other. So, like, two months. What do we tell Priya? We'll figure it out. That's the best you've got? We're just gonna roll with it?

Yep. No plan B, Doug. Let's go home. Big day at school tomorrow. The family walks back to the car. Silhouettes against the orange sunset behind them. Doug slips a hand into Ethan's. His other into Francine's. Fugly barks happy. It's an odd domestic bliss.

I need a beer. Exterior, Fairview Elementary, day. On banner. Fairy tales for the next generation. Interior, auditorium, day. Packed with families. Ethan and Francine sit in the audience. Julia stands on stage, mic in hand.

Welcome and thank you for coming. Second graders are so excited to perform. Backstage. Kids in costumes, excited chatter. Wyatt wiggles with nervous energy. Doug notices. You take a whiz? Whiz taken. I'm so

nervous. Eye of the tiger! They do a boxing move. On stage. The children have adopted four beloved fairy tales to reflect a more diverse, inclusive world. We know you're going to love fairy tales for the next generation. Applause. House lights dim. Time lapse. I know you're going to love fairy tales for the next generation. Applause.

House lights dim. Time lapse. Kids in fairy tale scenes. The audience enjoys. Snow White wakes Prince Charming. They part as friends. Red Riding Hood and the wolf agree to disagree. Beauty marries the beast as is.

No handsome prince. Because it's what's on the inside that counts. Applause. Last but not least, Goldilocks and the three endangered bears. Curtain opens. The endangered bear family sits at a table. Rachel is Mama Black Bear, Natalie is Mama Polar Bear, and Wyatt is Baby Panda Bear. Ow! It's still too hot to eat. Let's take a walk while it cools.

Great idea! Walking is so good for your health and the environment. An active lifestyle prevents early-onset type 2 diabetes. Bears exit. Enter Doug as Goldilocks. Francine whistles in the audience. Ooh, something smells good here. Doug eats the food, checks out the chairs,

and breaks one. Time for a nap! He yawns and exits. Bears return. Someone's been eating my fair trade organic non-GMO quinoa. Someone's been eating my fair trade organic non-GMO quinoa. Someone's been eating my fair trade organic non-GMO quinoa and it's all gone. Backstage.

I burped on that last one, so I'm going to do it again, but don't turn the page, so sorry. Doug climbs into a prop bed. A meaty hand clamps over his mouth, muffles his screams. It's Jake. They scuffle. On stage.

Inner curtain opens. Reveals the bear's bedroom. Someone's been sleeping in my bed. Someone's been sleeping in my bed! Someone's been sleeping in my bed! Someone's been sleeping in my bed! And there he is! He points to Goldilocks in the bed. Ashford flips over.

Ah, the butthead bears! The bears are shocked. Wyatt, nervous, sticks to his lines. Goldilocks, you're early. Our sleepover isn't until tomorrow. In the wings, Jake has Doug in a hold, forces him to watch it all unravel. On stage.

Peeed your pants again, baby bear? Soggy diaper. Wyatt's about to cry or pee. Or do both. Rachel and Natalie look at each other, not knowing what to do. Wyatt spots Jake restraining Doug in the wings. He connects eyes with Doug. Wyatt takes a deep breath. Goldilocks, stop being such a... such a... dick! Gasps from the audience.

Is this part of the play? Julia panics. Wyatt tackles Ashford. They brawl. Props crash down. Rachel and Natalie exchange looks. Shrug and jump in. The backstage door bursts open.

It's Julia. She pulls the curtain closed. Doug elbows Jake in the nuts, runs out on stage, grabs a mic. Let's hear it for Goldilocks and the Free and Danger Bears! Beep! Mic feedback. Behind the curtain, sounds of the fight breaking up. Doug looks out the shell-shocked audience. So, there's a lesson here. And that lesson is... Uh... Don't be a dick. Crickets.

Principal Garcia hauls off Ashford and Jake. Julia is in tears. Certo il langorino Ovviamente non panino No, no, no Un boccone ricco di gusto Se conosco il posto giusto Siamo d'accordo su su via Tutti alla piadineria È tornata la solare Con crudo e stracciatella

Aggiungi salsa mango, aglio nero o peperone Amerai ogni boccone. La piadineria, la più buona che ci sia. We make a shitload of mistakes. Another gasp from the audience. Like that one. But it's teachers, like Miss Jones, who help us learn from our mistakes. Doug hits a stride. Words come faster. You have no idea how hard being a teacher is. You gotta put up with a bunch of crap.

All that whining and crying. And that's just the parents. The audience laughs. They're warming up to Doug. And us kids? Talk about a tough crowd. We're messy. We don't listen.

But Miss Jones is so patient. It's her superpower. No matter how many times we screw up, she never gives up on us. Even when everyone else has. Even when we've given up on ourselves. Doug's voice breaks like he's hit puberty. He connects eyes with Ethan. He gives Doug a thumbs up. Miss Jones has this way of making us see the good. The good person.

The smart person. The kind person. The brave person that's inside us. We just need help bringing him out. His voice breaks again. Vision blurs. He shakes it off. Thank you, Miss Jones,

for teaching us to believe in ourselves by believing in us. Let's hear it for the amazing Miss Jones! Standing Ovation Ethan and Francine cheer and whistle. Doug stumbles off stage. Julia comes out of the wings, takes a bow. Her students encircle her. Her tears are now tears of joy. Thank you, Miss Jones, for teaching us to believe in ourselves by believing in us.

Let's hear it for the amazing Miss Jones! Let's hear it for the amazing Miss Jones! Back of the auditorium. It's Carl. Ice cream man uniform replaced by a Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. He smiles and nods. Backstage, Doug staggers. Wyatt trails after him. Doug, where are you going? Doug groans. Sparkly double vision returns. He sways. Doug!

Exploding like the Hulk, Doug transforms into a grown-up, age 8 to 30 in seconds. Shirt and pants rip at the seams. Reveal his hairy man arms, legs, chest. Just enough underwear left to cover his crotch. Wyatt's eyes are saucers. His jaw drops.

I can explain. You're the nice man who got the ball. I knew you were special. That's right, buddy. It's me, your hairy godmother. They high five. Eye of themother. They high-five. Eye of the tiger! They do a boxing move.

Doug looks around nervously. Exterior street in front of school. Day. Carl sits in a convertible red Ferrari. A hot blonde, 30s, next to him. He's on the phone. Yeah. Thanks for pulling those strings. I owe you.

If you're ever in Boca, bottomless margaritas on me and the missus. He ends the call. A naked blur streaks by. Go on, Doug. You earned it. On Doug's naked hairy man ass. It hangs out of his ripped costume. Doug runs down the street toward home.

Interior, various locations, day. Super. Over the next eight months. A series of shots. Doug gets his shit together. Doug's room. Doug sets the alien action figure next to the old Dodger Stadium photo. His cave pigsty is now an art studio.

Mattress gone. There's a real bed. Fugly snoozes. Francine's apartment. At her workstation, Francine and Doug go over his sketches. She's very impressed. Julia's classroom. Surrounded by her students, Julia opens a big delivery box filled with dozens of brand new books. She finds a copy of Charlotte's

Web with a sticky note on it. Thank you, written in black marker. Interior, Francine's apartment, day. Doug, Francine, and Fugly eat burritos from Burrito Boss at her computer workstation. Just doesn't taste the same. On monitor, digital versions of Doug's drawings. Francine makes a few clicks with the mouse. Okay, check it out. On monitor, a phone case, a laptop case, and tablet case all covered with Doug's artwork. It's amazing.

Doug's eyes light up. This is awesome! Thank you! Not too shabby, Dung Beetle. Doug wraps Francine in a big hug. Thugly whines. Doug picks him up to join in the hug. Exterior, Phone King Headquarters

Day High rise in downtown Los Angeles Interior Phone King Headquarters Day Breathtaking view through a panoramic window Reveal Doug Clean shaven and handsome in a suit

On Doug's phone FaceTime call with Ethan You've got this Eye Eye of the tiger. He gives a thumbs up. Doug gives a thumbs up back. Mr. Wing, we'll see you now. Interior. Bar. Night.

A cork pops. Champagne and sparkling cider pour. Doug, Francine, Ethan, and a very pregnant Priya celebrate. And product ships in time for the holiday season. All 40 stores. Doug grins. Happy, confident, attractive.

Francine smiles. It's like she's noticing him for the first time. The foursome gathers for a selfie. Priya winces in pain. Guys? Interior, hospital, night. Guys? Interior. Hospital. Night. The doors open. Francine

bursts in, followed by Doug and Ethan flanking Priya. Priya waddles, hand on her pregnant belly. She's going into labor. Francine darts off to get help. Elevators. Ding. Doors open. It's the Johnsons and Boynado. Is Mrs. Johnson smiling?

She holds a pink bundle. It's a girl. Malachi, bigger now, trails his family. He sees Doug, waves. Francine returns with a nurse. It's Cora. She helps Priya. That's it. You're doing fine. Deep breaths. Doug takes deep breaths. Cora looks up at him. He's familiar. Room 312 is ready. It's Ricky with a wheelchair. He helps Priya into it. Boss, we miss you at the booby trap. Cora slaps a clipboard into his gut. Let's roll. Interior, hospital room, hours later. Priya holds a newborn. Doug shakes Ethan's hand.

Priya puts the baby in Francine's arms. Ethan beams. Doug caresses the baby's head. Priya smiles at this. The scene is pure bliss. But it's short-lived. Does he have three nuts? Your turn. Make sure you hold his head up.

Hey, guy. What's going on? Everyone laughs. He takes after his ninong, Doug. Doug looks up, confused. I'm his ninong. Doug still doesn't get it. Godparent.

Me? We need someone responsible. Someone we can count on. Someone our son could look up to. Doug beams. Francine puts her arms around him. The baby sharts. A big, wet one. Not cute. Everyone winces at the smell. Except Doug.

Nice one little man. Ugh. Fade out. The end credits. Post-credits scene. Exterior, suburban park, day. Thrash metal blasts in the distance. It gets louder. Doug rocks out in a new car. He checks his phone.

Text from Ethan. Priya made samosas. Get some before Francine eats them all. Bam! A football bounces right in front of Doug's car. Shit! He pulls over, gets out, grabs the rogue football. Three kids, age 8 to 9, shout and wave to him.

We've seen this before. Here! Over here! Doug grins, motions for the kids to back up for a long pass. They do. He raises the football and looks at the camera. He smirks, then throws the football. Nice catch! Nice job, everybody. Yay!

Woo! I hope everyone had a great time and enjoyed Little Man. It's been one of our very favorite scripts. I want to take a minute to call out the incredible talent of our re-recording mixer, Terrell Alexis. You've enjoyed his work in film, television, video games, streaming, and here in this incredible, immersive podcast. The reason the music is crisp, the performances come alive,

the reverbs are just perfect, and the Foley creates the right experience is because of the creativity and expertise of Terrell Alexis. Terrell, we appreciate the value you bring to every episode and look forward to working with you in podcast, film, television, and beyond. Thank you, Terrell.