- [Narrator] Few shows have captured
television enthusiasts' hearts
like Game of Thrones.
- I've never not live tweeted
an episode of GOT.
- [Narrator] And nowhere can one find
more fanatic devotees than
at Parkstone apartments number 201.
But tonight,
- My mom really liked Steve.
- [Narrator] their normal viewing party.
- This is my livelihood.
- [Narrator] Indeed, their very way of life,
- You just got a hit.
- [Narrator] will be threatened.
- Shit.
- [Narrator] And the clock is ticking.
- I can't remember the password.
(numbers clacking)
♫ Everyone can see you,
♫ Everyone can hear you
♫ Through the thin white walls.
(clock ticking)
- [Narrator] After 5 wasted minutes,
it becomes increasingly clear
that Andrew has no idea
what his password is.
- Goddamn it!
- I mean it's my freaking account.
Maybe you guys could like pitch in.
And maybe I would remember. - What, $1.50 each?
- Way more that that.
- [Narrator] The plan to request a password reset
is agreed upon unanimously.
But what seemed an easy solution,
is transformed into yet another hurdle.
Tensions are rising.
- Okay, so now Andrew says that
he doesn't even recognize the email address
on his account.
This is why I have trust issues.
(ominous music)
(clock ticking)
- [Narrator] A decision is made.
Andrew will request a password reset,
immediately followed by
simultaneous social media posts
asking if anyone in the friends circle
just got a weird password reset email.
The multi-layered plan has promise,
but will it work?
For now, all they can do is wait.
- My parents and I talk only
1 time a week.
- I've never not live tweeted
an episode of GOT.
- The other guys, they can wait til tomorrow,
because they can just avoid social media.
- If I don't watch this episode,
my mom's gonna ask me about Steve.
- But here's the thing,
I can't avoid social media,
because I work in social media.
- And then I'm gonna have to tell her
that me and Steve broke up.
- What happens if my followers
start to get mad
because I'm not tweeting
and they block me?
- My mom really liked Steve!
- This is my livelihood.
(loud sobbing)
(clock ticking)
(generic on-hold music)
- [Telephone operator] Thank you for holding.
May I please have your telephone number?
- Oh shit!
We got in.
Yes, it's 11..
- Hang on, hang on, hang on.
- Hey, I just got somebody.
- Yeah, I don't care.
Listen to me.
You just got a hit.
Somebody said they can help us.
Some guy named Zeke.
- Zeke?
- Yeah, who's Zeke?
- [Narrator] Ezekiel.
Zeke Androsky.
Andrew's former college roommate
has not contacted Andrew
since the so-called pube salad
incident of 2005.
Andrew has reason to be suspicious.
- [Telephone Operator] Hello, sir?
- Please answer it.
- [Telephone Operator] Hello sir?
Are you still there?
- Oh, yes, yes.
Hello, I'm still here.
- Oh my God, pick up!
- Pick up the phone for Zeke.
I need you to pick up the phone for Zeke.
- You don't know what this guy did to me.
- Just answer the goddamn phone,
are you kidding me right now?
- Hi Zeke!
(farting several times loudly)
(clock ticking)
(farting loudly)
(clock ticking loudly)
- Wait.
- What if we just set up a new account?
- [Narrator] Liz's idea to open
a new account seems like a winning strategy.
Until.
- Needs a credit card.
- So? Just put it in as
a free month's subscription.
You're not gonna get charged.
- But I did leave my card
at Jones bar/restaurant.
- That man's a rustic.
- Yeah, I've been to Jones bar.
(dramatic percussion music)
(clock ticking)
(clock ticking loudly)
(keyboard typing)
(clock ticking loudly)
- For the love of god, hurry up!
- Ah!
- Make sure it's a password you'll remember.
(keyboard typing)
- [Narrator] Liz's card is declined.
(clock ticking)
- What if we're missing Jaime penis?
- Hey, can't we just pirate it?
(dramatic music)
- Yes! Here it comes.
(tennis playing)
- Ah! It's just women's tennis.
- [Narrator] The roommates' hope
for tales of the realm has been replaced
with the hollow sounds of balls on clay.
- Sweet! The French Open.
(tennis playing)