South looks at the check and puts it away. Then he gets it back out and counts the zeroes. There aren’t that many. There are enough.
“There aren’t that many,” says Seven over his shoulder, amused.
“Fewer than yours,” says South.
Seven shrugs. “You get more episodes. Who picks up his own checks? Get Sejal to send them to your agent, you won’t be disappointed when you see what’s left.”
“I should probably get one of those.”
Seven does an actual double take. “Jesus. Take half of that and hire somebody to answer your–”
South’s phone starts ringing, right on cue.