How I Met Your Mother - S04E18 - Old King Clancy

<i>In the spring of 2009,
I'd been hired to design
<i>a new headquarters
for Goliath National Bank.
<i>And I was eager to add
as much of my voice as an architect
<i>into the plans as possible.
Wood beams bathed in natural light
in the atrium.
They're gonna love it!
<i>There was only one problem,
and his name was Bilson.
Wood? Natural light?
Uh, no!
Natural light reminds the workers
that there is an outside world
where they have family and friends.
We want to crush that!
You show up in the dark,
you go home in the dark.
You spend your whole damn day
in the dark!
I need to hear Lily's voice.
Who said you could leave?
<i>Bilson was killing
every original idea I had.
<i>Then, one day,
GNB took him off the project
<i>and created a new task force
to oversee my designs.
<i>Suddenly, everything changed.
We'll have a rooftop Zen garden
for quiet contemplation.
We'll have a reflecting pool in the lobby
where local children can come
to make wishes.
The new GNB, a place of work
that you can call home.
Thank you, and, um,
welcome home.
<i>Everything was going great,
until one day, in the elevator...
Whoa!
Yeah, it's Ted.
No, no, no, no.
I did not approve that change
for the blueprints
for the new GNB headquarters
for which I'm the head architect
at only 30 years old.
Yes,
I'm single and I give to charity.
What does that have to do with anything?
All right, goodbye, Mr. Mayor.
You know that was a fake phone call,
don't you?
Yes, and I also know
that the new GNB headquarters project
was scrapped last month.
Nice try.
Check out Scarlett Johansson
at the Oscars.
If I could nail any celebrity,
it would definitely be Scarlett Johansson.
Hot, talented, and nobody does
that many Woody Allen movies
without serious daddy issues.
If I could nail any celebrity, it would be Lily.
She's the star of my heart.
Aw!
For me, it'd be Hugh Jackman.
You know, I don't know, celebrities,
they're into some really weird sex stuff.
Trust me.
How would you know that?
This is embarrassing, but I...
I went home with a celebrity one night.
Oh, my God! Seriously?
Yeah. He wanted to do
this really freaky thing with me,
so I left. That's it. End of story.
No, no, not end of story.
I need to know who, what, when
and in where. Spill it!
Lily, please settle down.
You're swallowing too much air.
But before you go any further,
I'm flattered, but technically,
I'm not a celebrity.
And plus, for the last time,
I put the mask on as a joke.
Okay, not you, Barney.
Okay, who is it?
Okay, now you gave Lily the hiccups.
Okay, I won't tell you anything specific,
but all I'll say is he is Canadian-born,
but you definitely know this guy,
and he got me back to his place
by offering to show me
a very unique collection.
What do you mean, collection?
Well, you know how some people collect,
like, stamps or coins? It's like that.
But I'm not telling.
Well, at least tell us the weird thing
he wanted to do.
I don't know
what you call it in the States,
but we have a name for it in Canada.
Look, I've already said too much.
So, mystery celebrity
who collects a mystery item
asked you to do
a mystery Canadian sex act.
- Yes.
- Tell us!
Okay, I'll tell you.
But only if you guess
all three parts correctly.
- Well, that's just impossible.
- Exactly.
I don't even know any Canadian sex acts.
Well, you got your Sloppy Dog Sled,
your Alberta Fur Trapper,
your Full Mountie...
How do you know all these?
Canadiansexacts. org,
it's bookmarked on the top right.
- "Dot org"?
- Yeah. It's not for profit.
They really just want to get
the information out there.
Hey, so, I just had
the weirdest conversation.
This woman at GNB told me that the new
bank building was scrapped last month.
That's crazy, right?
Wait, what... What was that look?
- Should we tell him?
- I don't want to tell him.
- I think we should tell him.
- We're not telling him.
There was no look.
Guys, what the hell?
Okay, it's time that you know the truth.
A few weeks ago,
Bilson called us into his office.
We're scrapping the plan
for the new GNB headquarters.
This recession is killing us.
We're cutting anything non-essential.
And I have a lot of tough choices to make
at the bi-quarterly retreat in Saint Croix.
Man, Ted is gonna be devastated.
Not when he hears it
coming from his best friend.
- I have to tell him?
- I have to tell him?
You should tell him, you're his best friend.
- Am not, you're his best friend.
- Am not, you're his best...
- Am...
- Quiet, here he comes.
What, the white dude or the Asian fellow?
See? I barely know the guy.
- Hey, Ted, what's up?
- Hey, how're you doing?
I'm frustrated.
Anything innovative I put in my designs,
Bilson just hacks out with a machete.
I hate having to answer to a guy like that.
You should drop the project.
You should totally drop the project.
It's beneath you.
Then it's settled.
To Ted Mosby's new chapter.
May the wind be at your back,
and may the road...
Are you kidding? They just laid off
another architect at my firm.
I mean, Bilson's a pain, sure,
but without this project,
I'm probably out of a job.
Right. Um, it's funny
that you mention the project,
- because...
- You're nailing it.
Keep up the good work, buddy.
Your hair and teeth look fantastic today.
You're shining like a diamond!
Thank you. I needed that.
All right, I'm going to head upstairs
and keep working.
I've got to find a way to introduce
some wood into Bilson's dark atrium.
I think you know what I meant.
- What was that?
- I... I have a thought, okay?
We're paying Ted's firm for two more
months of design work, no matter what,
so couldn't we just let him keep working
and not tell him?
He's had a rough year. Let's let the guy
be happy a little while longer.
Marshall, what you're suggesting
is an elaborate, long-term lie
that requires tremendous commitment.
A nice guy like you can't pull that off.
- Sure I can.
- Lie to me right now.
Okay. I have a spaceship.
- What kind of fuel powers your spaceship?
- Okay, I don't have a spaceship.
No! Stand your ground.
If someone questions you,
distract them from the original lie
with more lies.
Here, let me demonstrate. I own a pony.
Ask me a question.
Okay. Um...
What color is your pony?
Well, when I first got Dandelion,
she was a deep chestnut brown,
but sadly, her stable is located
near a chemical plant
which contaminated the drinking water.
So over time, she's turned
a sickly, grayish-white color,
and there's nothing
that the vet can do to fix her.
My God! I'm... That's horrible.
Is Dandelion going to be okay?
- Okay. All right. You are good!
- Huh?
Dandelion's not even sick, is she?
So the building's really dead
and you guys lied to me?
We just did it to protect you, Ted.
I can't believe this.
I just got screwed by my two best friends,
and I didn't even know it.
In Canada, that's called
a "Sneaky Snowplow. "
That building was my dream job,
and now, it's just gone.
- We're so sorry, Ted.
- I need a drink.
Poor Ted.
Would I seem heartless if I switched us
back to Canadian Sex Acts?
- Not at all.
- I'm surprised you waited this long.
What the hell is a Two-Hand Zamboni?
Let's just say the only thing the woman
is wearing is skates on her hands.
A Manitoba Milk Bag?
Okay, it's like a Chicago Mustache,
but the person on the bottom
is wearing a snowsuit.
- A Newfoundland Lobster Trap?
- Don't know. Don't want to know.
Those Newfies are out of control.
Okay!
Okay, I'm going to make my first guess.
Okay, but I'll only tell you
if you correctly guess the person,
the act and the collection.
Okay, I'm going to go. Bryan Adams.
He collects baseball cards,
and he wanted to do a Greasy Kayak.
No.
Wayne Gretzky, vintage Hot Wheels,
a Squatting Eskimo.
- No.
- Mmm! Kiefer Sutherland,
souvenir shot glasses,
and a Sticky Flapjack.
No. That I would have done.
Wait.
Wait, if they pulled the plug
on the project a month ago,
why have I been going in once a week
to meet with
the New Headquarters Task Force?
Well, obviously you couldn't come in
and pitch to Bilson.
So, we invented the task force.
Then it was just a question
of putting together the team.
<i>You know Roy Waterman,
Vice-President of Capital and Risk?
<i>He's actually Roy the janitor.
Hey. Excuse me, Roy.
How'd you like to make a few extra bucks?
How naked do I have to get?
<i>Louisa Mendoza,
Executive Vice-President of Assets?
<i>She's actually Louisa the lunch lady.
Louisa, I need your help with something,
but you can't tell anybody.
Exactly. This is a big secret.
How do you say "secret" in Spanish?
<i>Ah. Yes, albóndigas.
<i>This will be our little albóndigas.
Hey, can I have a couple
of meatballs, please?
<i>And Arthur Naismith, the eccentric
genius guru of corporate investments?
<i>He's actually Crazy Arty,
15th Street's own one-man band.
- Excuse me.
- Ah!
Do you have a minute to talk?
Actually, my assistant, Reginald,
makes all my appointments.
<i>We rounded out the group
with a few interns
<i>and paid everyone 50 bucks to act
super-interested in what you were saying.
Reginald, get me out of this for next week.
That was some of the most inspired
design work I've done in my entire career.
I was so excited.
Alex Trebek, a Musty Goaltender,
Beanie Babies!
- Nope.
- Damn it!
Wait. So that explains the thing
that happened with Louisa.
- Good job, buddy.
- Nice, nice!
Listen, Louisa.
What are we going to do about this?
Don't act like you don't know
what I'm talking about.
I know you feel it, too.
What the hell?
No! No! No, this is wrong!
For God's sake, you're on the task force!
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
Well, you know how you played third base
for the GNB softball team?
Yeah.
There is no GNB softball team.
We just rented out a field,
rounded up a bunch of guys
and told them to make you the hero.
So my game-winning walk was a lie?
We're sorry, Ted, but we knew
that you'd be out of work soon,
and we just... We just wanted
to make you feel good.
- You know, that's what friends do.
- Lie to each other?
Sometimes, yeah,
to protect each other's feelings.
No way! You never lie to your friends.
I would never not be honest with you.
Really? What about that open mic night
at the comedy club?
<i>Are you like me, folks?
<i>Have you ever thought about how many
different kinds of fish there are,
<i>and the names of those fish?
<i>Let's, uh, let's take a little ride.
<i>"Trout. "Am I right?
<i>"Sturgeon. "I don't think so, pal.
<i>"Salmon. "
<i>Ah! I'm going to say that again.
<i>"Salmon. "
<i>Who thought that was a good idea, right?
<i>"Bass. " This guy over here
knows what I'm talking about.
<i>"Halibut. "
<i>Thank you, good night.
- How was I?
- Oh! You were great. Really funny.
You killed
everyone's Thursday night.
Time out. You didn't like the fish list?
It was horrible! You just read a list of fish.
Anyway, you guys
just proved my point, okay?
You lied to me to protect my feelings.
This is completely different!
I just wasted a month of my life
working on a dead project.
That's time I could've spent
trying to bring my firm new business.
Instead, I'm going to go in there
tomorrow morning,
I'm probably going to get fired.
Best-case scenario, my boss is going
to ream me out in front of everybody.
- Back home, we call that a...
- "Saskatoon Totem Pole. "
Yes.
- It's on here.
Good morning, lying bastards.
Anything you want to lie about
before I head off to work to get fired?
- That's a nice shirt.
- You're the devil.
Ted, what if we told you
that we found you a new project at GNB
where you would be redesigning
part of the 20th floor?
Well, if that's a lie,
it's an incredibly dull one.
What exactly would I be doing?
This is the 18th floor ETR.
Basically, Bilson wants
a room just like this,
only two stories up, on our floor.
Wait, what's an ETR?
- It's the Employee Transition Room.
- What does that mean?
Well, it's a space
where a supervisor and an employee
engage in a knowledge transfer about
an impending vocational paradigm shift.
People get fired in here.
That's horrible.
Why do you need a room
specifically for firing people?
Well, GNB feels that people need a safe,
secure space to deal with the news.
Yeah. It gets pretty real in here.
<i>So, I reluctantly agreed to
design a room where people would be fired.
<i>But I was determined to make it my own.
Now, when you leave the dismissal space,
you'll exit into what I'm calling
the Rebirth Tranquility Hallway.
Uh-oh.
Here, you'll find a soothing oval chamber
with a trained grief counselor.
It's right here,
past the New Beginnings Fountain.
Uh-oh.
And there you have it.
Instead of a drab, dark prison cell,
a nurturing womb
birthing you into a new life.
I love it.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Nice work, Ted.
- Thank you.
Can you add some of these touches
to the existing 18th Floor ETR as well?
- Absolutely.
- Great.
Let's take a look.
- Okay, so I'm thinking this wall...
- You're fired!
- What?
- I wanted this room!
This exact room, two floors up!
- But...
- You're fired!
Now, get the hell out of here.
Hey, honey.
Anyone from the band Rush,
a Montreal Meatpie,
and superhero lunch boxes.
No.
Okay. Rick Moranis,
the Reverse Rick Moranis,
antique Judaica.
- No.
- I give up.
I've been guessing for three days. I'm done.
If that means I never get to know, so be it.
- Fine.
- Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!
Okay, you really want to know?
Yes!
Okay.
But this information
does not leave this table.
Oh, my God. I am so excited.
- I'm going to read it.
- Read it.
- I'm going to read it.
- Read it.
I'm going to read it. Here we go.
"The Frozen Snowshoe,
Old King Clancy, Harvey's trays. "
Right.
I don't know
what any of those words mean.
Is one of those supposed to be a celebrity?
Yeah, who the hell is Old King Clancy?
No, that's not the person, that's the sex act.
It's the same as a Sacramento Turtleneck,
except with maple syrup.
So the celebrity was Harvey Strays?
No, that's what he collected.
Harvey's trays.
You know, those classic orange trays
you get whenever you eat at Harvey's?
The restaurant?
Oh, come on, you're road-tripping
down the Trans-Canada Highway,
you get a hunger on
between Milverton and Wawa,
where are you gonna strap on a feed bag,
huh? Harvey's. "Over 12,000 Served!"
- So the celebrity was...
- The Frozen Snowshoe.
Oh, my God! You guys have never
heard of The Frozen Snowshoe?
He's only the most famous
professional wrestler in Canada.
I met him after he defeated
Reckless Rick Rogers
in the Kamloops Memorial Arena
back in '02. Classic match.
So you're saying The Frozen Snowshoe
invited you back to his place
to look at Harvey's trays,
and asked you to do an Old King Clancy?
Exactly. And I'm serious,
you cannot tell anyone.
Well, my hiccups are gone.
Possibly forever.
Canada! You did it again.
You even found a way to ruin this.
Why? Why do we let you be a country?
- Hey, Mr. Mister.
- Hey.
Shouldn't you be upstairs,
designing your big, fancy ETR?
- I'm off the project.
- What?
- Bilson fired me.
- You're kidding me.
So what does this mean for you
at your firm? Are you going to get laid off?
- Actually, I just quit.
- Why?
Because I can't work for big,
heartless corporate clients anymore.
When I was pitching to your "task force,"
I was doing the most inspired work
of my career.
In a way, you idiots reminded me
how much fun my job can be
when I'm not answering
to the Bilsons of the world, so
- I quit.
- Wow.
- They fired you, didn't they?
- Yes, sir.
But I got a sweet severance package
and I've made a big decision.
I'm going to start my own firm.
- Whoa, buddy!
- That's exciting.
In this economy?
So you're not mad?
As it turns out, I'm grateful.
So how'd it all go down
between you and Bilson?
Well, after he proposed
a vocational paradigm shift,
I made an impromptu presentation
using a four-pronged approach
that really brought him to his knees.
- Hit him with a chair?
- Yep.
That's my boy.
And this one, I got on the drive
from Milverton to Wawa.
Wow. That's pretty impressive,
The Frozen Snowshoe.
Please, we're friends. Just call me "Shoe. "
Have a seat.
So, Shoe,
how would you like to give me
an Old King Clancy?
I think you should go.