Babbles in Crisis

Brooke realizes just how screwed he really is.

This is the beginning of the end, folks!

Synopsis (Spoiler Alert!)

As the memorial breaks up, Reggie tries to keep up his tradition of nicknaming his Team Leader. He tries “Babbles” for Brooke. And strikes out.

Alice strolls in, very late. It seems Brooke underestimated her commitment to their deal. (See episode 8.) Somehow, the three of them have got to pull off the presentation.

They go to Cake’s desk to see what she has prepared. They’re confused; all she’s got are last year’s numbers and a cryptic introduction to the report, “I just can’t bake another cake.” It is Alice who figures it out – that’s Cake’s suicide note.

Brooke realizes that Cake, over worked and stressed, hadn’t even started on the presentation. And the clients are coming first thing Monday morning. It’s all over. Or so it seems, until Alice comes up with on ingenious plan. Take last year’s report and do a global search and replace – change the date from ‘05 to ‘06.

The key will be to keep the clients from looking too closely at the report. And for that they need their Top Talkeroo, Reggie.

If you had any sympathy for Brooke, his line “Cake really fucked us,” likely swept that right aside like a flood in China.

We had one worrying moment during our filming at Radke. To move our equipment between floors, we used a rickety old loading elevator shared with all the building’s tenants. We had a bunch of gear on loan, so the elevator saved us from hiking it up and down the stairs.

One of the most useful pieces of equipment we had were these florescent film lights, which were a fairly recent innovation. Unlike incandescent film lights, these were very light and gave off almost no heat. They could be hung up almost anywhere… and they were. Anywhere there was an old pipe or an odd corner, our Director of Photography had one of these lights wedged in, meaning most of our office set was pre-lit. A very efficient way to light a big space at the very fast pace we were maintaining. It was also a great way to light for the multiple camera angles that we were shooting at once.

But one night, at the end of the day, two of these very expensive and borrowed lights went missing. One we quickly found forgotten in a one of those odd corners. The other remained M. I. A., and we decided to resume the search in the morning the next day. At first, we had no better luck in the light of day. But then one crew member thought he had last seen the light in the elevator. Determined to leave no stone unturned, he rode the elevator down, past Radke’s main floor office, to the basement. There, behind a locked elevator gate was our missing light, and a few other pieces of equipment. We were relieved, but very confused. How did it get down there? To this day we still don’t know. All we cared about was that we got our light back.