Max and Caroline get a new upstairs neighbor who likes to play loud music and party at night. Max, in full-on berzerker urban paranoid hermit mode, wants to straighten this shit out right away, by scaring the shit out of the neighbor and being all psycho and mean. At the same time, Caroline is trying to play nice and make friends with all the neighbors, because the previous upstairs tenant's untimely demise has left her with a Liz Lemon moment and she'd like someone to notice if they suddenly died in their apartments and went missing.
But not this guy. He is specifically forbidden from going near our bodies. |
When Good Cop, Bad Cop doesn't quite work, the girls face eviction from their apartment when the upstairs neighbor threatens to call the landlord (they're subletting illegally, after all). More niceness seems to smooth things over, but just as they're all getting along splendidly, it seems pretty obvious that she's actually a madam who's somehow running an entire bordello out of her apartment. As Earl says in probably his best line on the show, "I don't like to judge a book by it's cover, but if she was a book, she'd be the kind that other books pay for sex."
I ... got nothing. |
There was some talk about her offering Caroline and Max a job to help them sock away money for their business, and maybe that'll come to something later, but I'm not sure I care.
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