Bad news, everyone.
They have pushed back our renovations again.
I know. It's such a bummer.
But, at least we still have staff picks.
All right, m'lovelies, give 'em to me!
I've got "The Transformenstruation".
It is the first book in Michaela Ramos'
Bloodiest Moon Trilogy.
Oh!
It's terrifying, and angsty, and so necessary.
Why are we pushing this drivel?
Okay, it's a bunch of magic and fairy tale nonsense.
Bryce.
Oh, are you outraged about a fiction book being promoted
at the, hm, checks notes, library?
- You forget what we do here? - Never.
We are a public service for tax paying citizens
and landed immigrants who came here the right way.
- That's not exactly... - But that book is trash.
Okay, I won't read it, haven't read it, but it's trash.
Noted. Now, what's your pick?
Oh, are you flippin' kidding me?
Jaq, language.
Bryce, what exactly is "The Republic's Edge"?
Oh, they're a conservative faction...
Faction?! Ha!
Overreact much? No.
No, we're just a bunch fellas
who get together and talk policy.
I mean we started as a paintball group for Christ's sake.
Wendy, no, they're a bunch of right wing dicks.
- Dicks? - Dicks.
Let the record show I'm offended.
Okay, nice try, tohtineh but white men
- can't be offended, so... - Has anyone received a call
from our day transfer?
He's late.
Can I even park here?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, man!
What are you doin'? Quit it!
Mid-stream? Nah, that's bad for your Wang.
Ugh. Unbelievable.
That book is garbage.
How can you write a whole book on menstruation?
You know, what's garbage is your podcast that you listen to.
Patton Jefferson's "Lamestream Bias"
is a haven for reasonable thought, okay?
He is a man of the people, for the people, by the people.
- Esjieeee! - Wendy, no, she...
That book cost a fortune to bind and intellectually copyright.
Bryce, could you please just pick an actual book.
Okay, all right, just put up last month's.
- Eat, Pray, Love? - What?
I like the chapters where she eats.
Ah, morning, Wendy!
Morning.
Alvin, Slow down!
I'm not taking you to urgent care again.
Sheila, what are you doing here?
You're not scheduled to work the settlement desk today.
No, but I left a textbook and I'm already late for class, so...
Sabine!
You are lookin' fancy and hireable.
Thanks to your program.
I can't afford anything this boring,
but, I'll borrow it.
Well, I'm glad one of my old suits
is being put to good use.
Hey, are your computers working yet?
I need to print a résumé.
Oh, no, the replacement computers aren't here yet,
but they should be here later today.
Hm.
We can print it in my office.
Yeah, I should have enough toner left for a couple of pages.
Okay.
Wait! Hey, hey, hey, hey!
I am so sorry, but,
I guess none of you wanted it badly enough.
But, if you need a freelance consultant
to be better at things, then please make an appointment.
Okay?
Bye. See you soon.
You know you really shouldn't have that study room every day.
Well, I won. It's library law.
No such thing, Alvin.
Grabbing a coffee. Back in 15.
Heavens. It's just one day, Howard.
One day. Oh, um, good morning.
I'm... I'm looking for the branch head,
Wendy Yarmouth?
- You found her! - Oh.
And you are our day transfer from Midtown Library,
Howard Toot.
Oh, um, Tutt. Howard Tutt.
I'm glad you're here. Consent to a hug?
Oh, no. I'm afraid not.
All righty, let me show you around.
Oh, is there a place to put my...
Nothing.
We have fiction over here.
Uh, these are our new releases.
We've got DVDs back there.
We need a new Muppet Movie DVD
'cause I have worn that sucker out.
Oh, DVDs don't wear out. They deteriorate.
Reference materials and magazines.
Um, so that's it? Just the one floor?
We have a few meeting rooms downstairs, but, yeah,
this is our baby.
I'm sorry. What happened there?
Um...
Yeah, you know, sometimes with these older machines,
it's just best to restart.
Run!
We all went home early that day.
Why hasn't home office fixed any of this?
You know they just put a mini movie theatre in at Leslie.
- Did they? - Yes.
Even at Midtown, we had a bank of computers short one morning.
They had replacements into us that afternoon.
How long has it been for you? A month?
Months...
Uh, but, they said they're coming today.
So maybe I will go give them a ring
and see where they're at.
Come on.
Bryce, can you show our day transfer around?
I have to check on the status of our replacement computers.
You finally gonna show those paper pushers what's what?
That's right.
About to get a whole buncha Wendy up in their craw.
Fools better have my Norton AntiVirus.
Yeah, there's "Fierce Wendy." Love her.
And, you ruined it.
Uh, this is Tanya. This is Jaq.
Jaq is the only librarian
that understands our social media accounts.
This is my assistant head, Bryce.
Bryce, Howard.
Bryce Howard!
We just need a Dallas now to complete the set.
- Bryce, you got him? - Yeah, I got him, boss-lady.
"Boss-lady?"
So if she was a guy, you'd call her boss-man, right?
Don't try to ensnare me in one of your sexism traps.
I'm not. I'm just asking.
It's not gonna work again.
Besides you don't need to say "boss-man."
The man part's implied.
Is there, like, a locker, or some such I can put this in?
Just toss it on the pile.
Your jacket can keep my jacket warm.
Ah.
Y-You know, I'll just keep it on.
- It's, uh, deceptively light. - Uh-huh, what?
Are you worried us poor Jameson staffers
are gonna steal your fancy jacket that's got all the...
the buttons on it still?
No, I... I... have thin bones, yes.
- Thin bones. - Ugh.
All right there, Big Library,
I'll take you on the ten cent tour.
Stay close. Keep up.
So why take a day transfer?
You, uh, trying to get away from your branch?
Oh, no. Um, I'm at Midtown.
I love it, obviously, but, um,
I'm looking for a bit of extra cash.
Mm-hm.
Uh, yeah, it seems I need to replace half of my furniture.
Oh! Bed bugs or break up?
Um, break up. Thank God.
Mm-hm, been there. A lot.
Anyhoo, over there at the front desk
you got your Naloxone.
If anybody asks, the needle drop is in the washroom.
Uh, there's a lot less gang fights here
than at my previous library.
- Oh. - And over there you've got...
Oh, you've got a young fella about to read
some feminist trash.
Excuse me.
Young man, put the book down, please.
Hi, there. Can I help you find a book?
I'm fine.
Oh, well, maybe something else?
A movie or an instrument?
Oh, you're getting close. You are very close.
Jaq!
Need something, Wendy?
What's Bay Street's deal?
His name is Big Library. Day transfer.
Howard, what is your problem?
No problem. I...
I'm just trying to help Wendy find something
so she can be on her way.
Oh. On my way, eh?
This elitist prick is trying to kick me
out of a public library.
As a member of the public, who should I complain to?
I'll tell the Other Wendy.
Look, I have an exemplary track record
dealing with patrons of all types.
So I'm sure me and this Wendy can sort things out on our own.
Well, all is forgiven.
If...
Okay, okay. Okay, okay.
You were gonna kiss my hand!?
You were. You were gonna do it.
You have no idea where it's been.
- No, I don't. - No idea.
Welcome to Parkdale, Hollard.
They're here! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Wait. Stop, stop, stop right there.
What in puppy kisses are these?
Your "new" computers.
No, no, no, no, no!
These are older than the ones we had!
Sucks to be Jameson.
The only thing that sucks in here
is those dusty, old computers.
So take those dinosaurs back to a museum!
Yeah, get 'em, Fierce Wendy!
And, bring us some computers made after the Mesozoic era!
Okay, she's tryin'.
This is C-R-A-P, Loretta! Again we're brushed aside.
We are understaffed, underfunded, under fire.
We literally had a fire!
We cleaned that up.
And left us without computers.
Half our patrons come here to use the computers.
We can't just forget about Jasmine,
who comes here to do research for school projects, or,
or Pam, a single mom who can't afford Internet at home,
or Bob, who does only appropriate things on there. I hope.
Well, I just sent you six computers.
They had Netscape Navigator on them!
If you have good Wi-Fi, your patrons can just
bring in their laptops.
I bet you would send us computers if we were any other branch.
Like Leslie, maybe?
Wendy, tread lightly.
I'm not treading. I just...
You were their branch manager before you got this job
running facilities, which you totally deserve,
but I just heard that they got a movie theatre.
It's more of a screening salon.
And I petitioned for that years ago.
If the other branch managers knew...
I'm gonna stop you right there, Wendy,
'cause I do not negotiate with terrorists.
Terrorist?!
Because I want some flippin' computers?!
Oh! Language.
All right, well, your complaint is noted.
Thank you so much. I gotta go.
N... n... No!
Damn it!
Oh! Language.
These computers,
you're not keeping them, are you?
Mm, probably.
Fierce Wendy's gonna do something, right?
Mm, that Fierce Wendy thing is pure fiction section.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I love her.
I would melt a body in a tub full of hydrofluoric acid
for her, but, she cares too much about what other people think.
And so, this is what we get.
Disappointing.
Yeah.
Listen up, fellow library staff!
- Please leave. - We're done anyway.
They're all yours.
That's right. They're all ours.
Safe trip back to 1987
or wherever the frack you came from.
- Language. - Oh, wow.
Can these things even connect to the Internet?
Oh, you know what?
I'll go over to Tech Town. They're always having sales.
I could maybe pick up a couple computers.
No, Wendy, you can't afford it.
I have a little savings.
These are the most basic computers we have.
I could give you 10 percent off. Every little bit helps.
Maybe we can think of another way to drop the price.
- I'm happily married. - Oh, no, no.
Did you think I was trying to be flirty?
I-I... no, I'm sorry. Let me try that again.
I am the manager of the Jameson Library.
- I'm good. - Okay, all righty.
Oh!
Hi, Loretta. Call to apologize?
Hi, welcome to Tech Town.
Are you in Tech Town?
No, I'm at lunch. She said "Taco Town".
There's no food in Tech Town!
Don't blow your salary to make a point, Wendy.
- Did you call for a reason? - Yes.
I can't get you better computers yet,
but, I have a solution to your understaffed problem.
I'm listening.
And I'll tell you this is a poorly built shoe.
You look along the seams here
you can tell that this is just one stitch.
- Okay. - Okay, what's happening?
What am I walking in on?
Just another round of
What's the Weirdest Thing you Found in the Return Slot?"
Size 10 men's shoe with a perfectly good golf ball inside.
Okay, hang on a second.
How can you even get foreign objects in the book return?
Isn't it automated?
Okay, you're gonna wanna hold onto your butt with this one.
- What do ya got? - Okay, ready?
- Oh! - Ah!
- Well, you win. - Oh, yeah,
- That's good, that's good. - Look at those freakin' teeth.
- There those are. - You wear dentures?
No.
You know, it's official.
This branch is worse than Tyler Perry's
"A Madea Family Funeral".
Who's Madea? Who's Tyler Perries?
And whose funeral is it?
Howard, have you taken out the trash yet?
Are you serious? You guys don't you have a clerk?
Oh, do you mean our book butler?
He's outside with the trash receptacles,
because, he's a raccoon.
Four more hours.
Um, Howard, can I speak to you for a minute?
I have some news that you can take one of two ways.
Option A, freak out, which is helpful to no one, or,
um... Option B, try to look on the bright side.
Okay...
You can finally take off your coat,
because your day transfer is officially permanent.
Welcome to Jameson!
What? No.
- What?! - Oh!
Maybe this celebration cupcake will help?
It's probably best. It's been there a week.
No, n-n-no, no, Isla, this was supposed to be for one day.
Jameson needs help. It's a win-win.
- You see two wins in this? - One for Wendy and one for me.
Now it won't be so awkward here.
It's not my fault people are awkward around us.
Okay, you called off our engagement.
If it were up to me, we'd be married by now.
Yeah, I know.
Either way, things are weird with both of us here.
- Weird how? - Ugh.
Good evening, patrons.
This is just a friendly reminder
that the Midtown Library is closing in 10 minutes.
So, do check out any books that you have.
And, yes, I know, parting is such sweet sorrow.
You know, I thought she was the one,
but, uh, I'm the one sleeping on a futon
in my ma's basement.
Lacrimo, ergo sum!
- Howard! - Um, ten minutes.
- Gotta go, bye. - Grow the up.
Listen.
It is a new branch, new co-workers.
It's a fresh start.
I don't want a fresh start. I want my old branch.
I am complaining to home office.
Good luck with that. Bye, Howard.
Isla Donovan, do not hang up this phone!
Isla!
Ay, it's a library, dog! Cut all that out!
Oh, uh, I'm so sorry.
Yeah, I lost it there for a second.
Yeah, I saw that.
Ain't nobody needin' all that drama, Jane Austen!
This ain't Pride and Prejudice.
Oh, hey, Jaq. I have a meeting coming in soon.
So if they get here before I'm back,
- do you mind just... - Oh-ho, I get it.
Because I'm a woman behind a desk,
that makes me your assistant.
- No, no, no, that's... - Get out of my face.
- Yes. - Denehgeh.
Bye. Bye...
Jaq, where's Wendy?
Oh, because I'm a woman behind a desk,
I'm her assistant.
- Wendy? - Yeah, Hoddard?
Oh, you know what?
Um, I actually meant Other Wendy.
Yeah, well, you didn't specify so now you got my attention.
Where do we go from here, Hoddard?
You and me, on a beach, maybe go-karting.
You know what? That sounds nice.
You thought of monster trucks?
- Wendy? - Yeah?
Please transfer me back to Midtown.
Oh, it's hard enough
sending books back to their original location.
Let alone people.
Loretta said that your branch manager
was gonna give you a call.
I don't know why I expected anything from you.
Sorry?
I'm gonna tell you something your staffers will never say.
It doesn't matter how "adorbs" you are,
or how many cupcakes you have, or how many computers
you ridiculously try to buy yourself.
Until you actually become Fierce Wendy,
whatever that means,
your branch will never be respected.
Is this a Jameson tradition I'm about to report?
You close your mouth and you listen now.
Okay, Big Library?
We don't like how you talked to Wendy just now.
So, you're gonna fix it,
or else "Big Library's" about to become "Short Stack."
Come on, you're the one that told me she was too nice.
Wendy is a delicate piece of china.
She's not dishwasher safe. You understand me?
No... No, I don't.
Listen, you're gonna suck it up and go say sorry.
Can I at least go pee first?
Yes.
- Oh. - Oh okay, yeah, we'll be out...
Mm-hm.
Um...
Look, um...
I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
- I was... - You were right.
Norman, our old branch manager,
he... wasn't easy to work for.
And I really didn't wanna end up like him,
but, maybe I've gone too far the other way.
No, Wendy, people love you.
Uh... um,
pathologically and homicidally.
And I understand why Jameson isn't ideal.
But, can I ask you something?
Why did you wanna become a librarian in the first place?
Well, I guess, when I was a kid,
I'd be in my library all the time.
There's this lady, Mrs. Brenneman.
Here you are, Howie.
Thank you, Ms. Brenneman.
She'd always share her cookies with me.
She'd even warm them up.
My library was kind of a second home.
Closing time, Howie.
She was just there,
through it all.
Kind, smart, she listened.
I wanted so badly to be that for someone else.
Why don't you give Jameson a shot?
Be our Mrs. Brenneman.
This is very heart-warming, but it's not fair, you know?
Isla gets to stay at Midtown and she's the one who cheated.
Hm.
Hold your hush puppies.
You were in a relationship with your branch manager?
Well, she wasn't the branch manager
when we started dating,
and so we thought it was fine to keep dating.
In actual fact, our problems only really began
when she was promoted over me, but up until then...
Hold on. Howard, stop.
I... I-I'm sorry.
We will unpack all of that some other time,
but just for clarity, she didn't transfer you
when she became branch manager?
No.
Then you broke up, and you were Gonzo?
Yes.
Well, that was an odd, little rollercoaster.
Isla, I really appreciate you sending Howard to us,
but I was hoping to get someone with a little more experience.
Howard has over 10 years under his belt.
He's pretty solid.
So why'd you dump him?
As an employee, not as a fiancé.
Right. He told you?
He did.
You know, I'm great at keeping secrets.
Especially one that could get you transferred
to some hole-in-the wall branch on the outer rim of Toronto.
I just need a tiny favour.
Okay. What do you need?
Good news, m'lovelies!
New computers. You can thank Howard.
Wait. What?
- Mm-hm. - Why?
All those stickers say "Property of Midtown Library."
That is why I printed up these.
Look at you, boss-lady.
Did you leverage my relationship with Isla
for these new computers?
So, I just need a book from you for our staff picks' shelf.
How about "The Betrayal" by Kate Furnivall?
Ooh, a romantic!
Welcome to the team.
- Gimme that. - Okay.
Welcome home, computer.
Hi, you new here?
Sorry, what?
Um, yeah. Uh, yes.
I... I am.
I'm new. To the branch, that is.
I'm a new transfer. Howard.
- Sheila. - Do you work here as well?
Sort of. I run the settlement desk.
But on Saturdays I bring Wendy a little something.
Oh.
Did you bring me a little something?
I'm... I'm sorry. That was terribly awkward.
I don't have a coffee for you, but...
- Thank you. - Nice to meet you, Howard.
Hey, Wendy. Here's your coffee.
Thank you!
Mm!
She's way out of your league, Big Library.
So, "Big Library's" sticking, huh?