Back in the control room, broadcast lingo. Jeremy wants to push the button, and since he outranks the TCs he gets to. If I were a TC, I would have only allowed him to do it if he agreed not to make a speech like the following: "At the press of this button, the Y2K problem will officially cry 'uncle' and I'll say, 'Yeah? Who's your daddy?'" That's it, I can't transcribe another word. In a fine display of ensemble acting, the rest of the cast convincingly pretends to be amused by Jeremy, while he is to my eye-rolling reflex what Japanese cartoons are to epileptics. Anyway, they come back from commercial. Dave does the countdown, Jeremy pushes the button, and in the most unexpected turn of events ever dramatized on television, all the monitors go blank. Stunned silence from everybody. Jeremy, mouth agape, hand running through his hair, says, "Huh." Dana checks with all of the TCs, none of whom has any working equipment. Well, Kim's equipment is as ship-shape as always. Dana says, "I'm just going to run to the ATM, pick up some bottled water and canned goods and I'll be right back." Jeremy assures her that he just has to access the mainframe and reboot the system, like what a genius idea that is. I'm not the most computer-literate person in the world, and even my surefire cure-all when I have a problem is to reboot the computer. Dana reminds Jeremy that "in real life" they're doing a show at 11. "That's in four and a half hours, I'll be done in five minutes," he promises. Dana tells everybody to take five. Everybody leaves, while suspenseful music plays. Jeremy types frantically at his keyboard and says, "Come on, I'm your daddy." Cut to a shot of a spooky red light and we hear this creepy computer voice say, "What are you doing, Jeremy? I can't allow you to do that." Commercials.