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- Are you crying?

- What, I'm not allowed to get
a little emotional

at a superhero movie?

Lives were lost, Zoey.
Ethical questions were raised.

- And yet,
not a single character

flapped their arms
when they flew.

- Oh, good, Max,
you're here, too. Scooch.

And we're gonna turn this off.

- No, no, no! There's an
amazing scene after the credits.

We're gonna miss it now.
- If you want to see

grown-ass men run around
in unitards, go to the Castro.

Anyways, I need your help
with Eddie.

I slid into his DMs.
That boy is so cryptic.

I asked him if he wanted
to go get drinks,

and he wrote back "K."

He only responds in one letter.
"K"?

Who does that?
- Oh, my God.

You're dating Hercules?

- I introduced them.

I'm actually
a pretty exceptional wingman.

- Boy, you made
one introduction.

You did not officiate
the wedding.

- Well, I'd be exceptional
at that, too,

and it would
be my greatest honor.

Zoey, thank you for
reinstating Movie Night.

I really miss getting
our hang time in.

- Me, too.

- You were so helpful

with my dad the other night.

It made me realize that

I need more Max in my life.

- And it reminded me
that you need better popcorn,

because that skinny stuff
tastes like buttered sadness.

Night.
- Night.

What is that look?

- You know damn well
what this look is.

Reinstating Movie Night,

touching that boy
on the shoulder.

You gonna give him
the wrong impression,

and we both know Max burns

white hot white boy love
for you.

- I thought about that,
and then I realized

things only got weird
when I heard him sing to me.

So, if I never got this power,

I'd still be having Movie Night
every week with Max.

Just because that's what's
going on in his head

doesn't mean he's gonna
act on it.

Just, let's talk about you,
okay?

- Hmm.

- You just responded "K"
back to him?

- Hell, yeah.
You wanna play games, Eddie?

Let's play games.

- Okay.
All right.

You got it?
- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Hold on a sec. I wanna
make sure he has extra support.

- Oh, so like, the opposite of
what you did for me and Emily.

- Maybe if you would've told
Emily how you were feeling,

about the baby coming,
instead of acting like a baby,

she wouldn't have asked for
my opinion in the first place.

- The opinion I told you
very clearly not to give?

That opinion?
- Um...

Could I speak to you both
privately?

- What is it?
I gotta get to work.

- And I gotta get to any room
that he's not in.

- Um, Mom?

Can we help you with something?

- As a matter of fact,
you can.

I need you to get over

this childish thing
that you're both doing

and stop fighting
in front of your father.

I mean, things
are hard enough already,

especially now
that I have decided

to hire a full-time caregiver.

And I know that's the right
and logical medical decision

but it's just...hard to accept

that I can't do this
all on my own anymore.

- Mom, please do not
feel guilty.

He can't walk anymore.

- Yeah, and you can't carry him.
- I know.

I'm still wrapping my head
around all of it.

- Don't worry. We will find
the best caregiver

in the whole city
and I'll help you.

- That would be great.
I've already set up

some interviews
for this afternoon,

so you can join me.

- Okay.
- Okay.

What am I gonna do
about the two of you?

I'll try to let it go.

I mean, I guess you did
kinda help me and Emily

talk about some things
and work through them.

- I'm sorry,
I can't quite hear you.

Are you saying that I actually
helped you?

- I'm saying that we share
the same mother,

and I like to see her happy.

- I like it when
you're happy, too.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- We still on for lunch?

- Yeah, but let's try something
different today.

How about a food court?

- I didn't peg you
for a food court guy.

- Yeah, well, I love me
some options.

Dude, killer party.

And that massive
charcuterie board?

Pretty epic.
- Thanks.

How about that smoked gouda?

- Hmm.

- How about those smoked roses?

- Zoey, you got a minute?

- I'm sorry about
the roses comment.

And the actual roses.
Both things, really.

I was thinking about
texting you this weekend,

and then I realized
that's kind of what got us

into this mess
in the first place.

- Well, however it started,

I realized that I have
been leaning on you

way too much
about my dad stuff,

which is why I think

we just gotta go back
to being co-workers.

Think it'll help keep things
aboveboard and professional.

- I totally agree.

- All right.
- We are gonna be

ultra-professional from now on.

And with that,
I bid you good day.

- I never look at her
in the eyes, anyway,

but I feel like I should
maybe today.

- I'm gonna try it.

- What's the crisis?
Did I cause it?

- This is literally
gonna blow your mind,

but Joan and Charlie
are getting a divorce.

It's all over the tech news.
Can you believe it?

Apparently you can
and perhaps already knew?

- I think I'm gonna be sick.
Joan and Charlie

were the closest thing we have
to American royalty.

I was this close to
getting commemorative plates.

- What do you guys think
she did to drive him away?

- Did you ever think that
maybe it was Charlie's fault?

- Charlie's only fault was
making a video game

I sat and played
for so many hours

I had to get my baby toe
amputated.

- You did?
- Two-thirds.

- Hi. Everyone having
a fun gossip sesh

about the boss's marriage?
I want in.

- Guys, don't fall for it.
She's the boss.

- Relax, I know the news
of my divorce broke today

because I had my publicist
plant it along with

a photo of me
in hot riding pants

and Charlie in Tevas
at a Phish concert.

So Leif and I
have come up with

a fantastic idea that's gonna
blow your minds. Let's go.

You may recall Simon's
engagement party,

where Zoey tried
to burn the place down.

Well, while that was going on,

Leif and I came up
with an idea

that we think is going to be
pretty revolutionary.

It's called The Chirp.

- The Chirp!
- Don't do that.

So, The Chirp is a Bluetooth
earpiece with a high-res camera.

It uses AI and
facial recognition technology

to gather information
on everything the user sees.

- It'll search
public and personal databases,

filter the results,
and then chirp in your ear

the exact thing you need
to know in real time.

- No more forgetting the name

of your coworker's
forgettable husband.

- Or wondering what brand
of kale chips

the man next to you is eating

when you're both out
birdwatching together.

- 'Kay. We'll work on
the examples.

- That sounds great.

How would you like the team
to take it from here?

- Well, I think Leif and I are
just fine on our own for now,

but we'll let you know
what we need in the future

and until then,
stop gawking and start coding.

Get to work.

- Um, Joan?

Could I, um, just talk to you
for a second?

Um, I wanted to talk
about The Chirp.

- Ah.
- Since I am technically

Leif's...supervisor,
you don't want me to...

- No, just sit tight.

We're working so closely on it,

I think we're just gonna cook it
a little while longer.

We'll let you know
if we need you, thanks.

- Okay.

- Leif. Bro?

I am so proud of you
right now.

But...why didn't you tell me?

- Sorry, it was all
on a need-to-know basis.

- The time I got to second base
with my third cousin

was a need-to-know basis,
but I told you about it.

- I've just been really busy
with The Chirp, okay?

But hey,
I'll make it up to you

when we celebrate
the Spell-iversary, right?

- Now we're talking.

Everybody, as you all know,
Spell-iversary is--

- The day you both
celebrate winning

the National Spelling Bee
at age 11.

- Yeah, you only tell us
about it every year.

- Well, excuse us,
you ischiocerite.

- Ishy-occshu-what?
- Sorry.

You need a country of origin,
bro?

Or you want me to use it
in a sentence?

Hey, Leif,
I bet these troglodytes

wouldn't make it past
round three, am I right?

- Hey, uh, what's a good word
for "hung out to dry"?

"Repudiated."

- Leif looked so smug today.
- Yeah.

- With his evil little grin

and his well-tailored pants.
He's clearly doing all of this

to get back at me
for the peer reviews

and I wasn't even the one
who dinged him.

Max, are you okay?

You look...pale...er
than usual.

- No, I'm fine.
I'm actually--

I'm actually really, uh, happy.

You don't look happy.

You look ill.

- Everything's okay,
it's just--

- Oh, no, I did give you
the wrong impression.

- Wow, this is a big number.

You must really be feeling
this one.

- We were having
such a nice time.

Why'd you have to go
and sing to me?

You said you wanted
more Max in your life.

- Wait, you can actually
hear me?

- What does that mean?

- Oh, my God,
this is actual life.

- I know, right?

And we only had
like three rehearsals.

There's this whole online
flash mob service.

This isn't even a real baby.

- It's not.

I have fliers if you want.

- This is unexpected,
and amazing,

but, um, I'm very confused
and I have to go.

I'm sorry.

- That's not usually
a very good sign.

- That was some real messed up--

- You okay?
You look shaken.

- What?
Oh, yeah, uh...

Today has been--nope.

Nope, nope. We are
"keeping it professional."

This is not business-related.

- Yes, right. My bad.

Carry on.
- Thanks.

- Ooh. Zoey?

I know that you're upset about
not being included

in The Chirp so far,
but you will be.

It's just a matter of time.

- That's great. I'm great.
It's all great.

- I am also great.
I mean, I will be.

Now that the news of the divorce
is made public,

I really need to pump the brakes
on some of the bad behavior--

excessive drinking,

buying a ranch in Montana
to go with my riding pants.

Oops.

But I feel great
and I'm gonna be totally fine.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm!

- Well...

onwards and upwards, then.
- Right?

Who knows? Maybe I'll even try
getting out there, you know.

Charlie and I only had sex
3 1/2 times last year.

How pathetic is that?

- I'm sorry,
I'm stuck on the half.

- When Richard Branson calls
"Time for dinner,"

and you're staying
at his private island,

you stop what you're doing
and you go to dinner.

Ooh, Richard Branson.
Wonder if he's single.

Can you google that for me?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- These are the best candidates
that can start work immediately.

All we need to find
is someone competent

and responsible
and trustworthy

and experienced.

- So basically we're looking
for an angel sent from heaven.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Sure.

What would you say is your
approach to in-home caregiving?

- Well, I provide
a whole-body approach.

- To caregiving?

- Oh, yeah.

- Sorry, it's hard to
concentrate

with all the dark energies
in this house.

Was someone murdered?
Recently?

No, two people.

Sisters.

- My approach?

I don't know, that's a thinker.

Ah, I don't know, I guess
I'd say "needs-based."

Like, if he needs to eat,
let him eat.

If he needs to sleep,
let him sleep.

- Okay, uh, what would
you think about incorporating

some type of exercise routine
into his life?

- What is he training for,
the New York marathon?

- I hate to break it
to you, pal.

I think you're gonna lose.

What you should be doing
is online poker.

It's all about sitting
at a table for hours.

Guy with nowhere to go?

He could make a killing.

- I see you're
a registered nurse?

- Yes, for 29 years.

- That's amazing.
So, um...

How are you gonna celebrate
your 30th anniversary?

- Extending someone's life.

- How festive.

- I've worked
with several patients

with degenerative diseases.

It's all about providing
proper nutrition

and instituting
a physiotherapy routine

to avoid muscle atrophy.

My goal is
to keep your loved one

as healthy as I can
for as long as I can.

- So Nancy,
when can you start?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Are you seriously
hiding from me?

- No. I work in here
all the time.

Jamming on code,
listening to tunes.

- This is a podcast
on the Golden State Killer.

- I listen to true crime
to calm myself. Uh...

I'm sorry I just ran away.

That was an amazing gesture.

- So amazing that it instantly
repelled you from me?

'Cause I really did put myself
out there, Zo,

and I'd appreciate it
if you could do

or say something in return.
- Look we both know

I am not good with feelings
and emotions,

and this is just a lot for me
to handle right--

- Okay, well, you can't
just leave me hanging.

I really don't get you lately.

I mean, you've been acting
weird for months now.

One minute you're here,
the next minute you drift off

into this--this Zoeyland,
and I just can't figure out

what the hell's going on
in your head anymore.

Is this all 'cause of your dad?
- No.

It's not just my dad.
- Okay, then what is it?

Just tell me. I can handle it.
- It's not that I don't want

to have that conversation.

It's that I can't, really.
- Zoey,

I just told you I loved you.

I literally just sang my heart
out in front of a mall--

- I have a superpower! Okay?

- Okay, forget it.
You know, you could have just

told me you weren't interested.

That probably would've hurt--
- I'm serious.

I hear people's inner thoughts.

They sing them to me,
constantly.

That's why I'm off
in Zoeyland.

I'm not who you think I am.

I am a mutant.

I am the X-Men

meets "The Voice."

Now do you understand?

- I'm sorry, what?!

- Okay, let me
get this straight.

I do this whole big flash mob

where I confess
how I really feel to you

and you respond with stories
of earthquakes,

magical x-ray machines,

and endless musical numbers
in your head?

- Yes, it was actually
a magic MRI machine.

- Somehow that doesn't make me
feel any better.

- Imagine how I feel.
- Should I imagine it?

Or should I just belt it out?
- This isn't a joke.

You have no idea how this
has taken over my life.

If this is really happening,

then what am I singing
right now? Huh?

- You're not singing anything.

- What about Sam,
what's he singing?

- It doesn't work that way.

I can't just make it happen.

- Well, isn't that convenient?

- It's important to take
his vitals throughout the day

to establish a baseline.

Nancy, I cannot tell you

how wonderful it is
to have you here.

When Mitch fell, I just felt
so helpless,

but now that you're here I--

- Here's a list
of medical equipment

I suggest you purchase.

- Oh, okay, yeah,
you're all about the work.

I--I totally get that.
Um...

Do we really
need all these devices?

Because Mitch is very concerned

that this not feel like
a sick house.

- But he is sick,

and the patient's health
is my priority.

- Could you call him Mitch?

- Oh, you--yes.

Will you be purchasing
those items for Mitch?

Um...what do you think, honey?

Okay.

Okay, huh.

All right, well,
I will get right on it.

- Thank you.

Perfect. Bye bye.

Dude.
I just scored the best table

and bottle service at Club Chaos
tonight for Spell-iversary.

- That sounds empyreal.

That means "sublime"
for you guys in the cheap seats.

- It's gonna be lit.
I've got an in

with these hot Berkeley girls
who said they'd stop by.

Rumor has it--they like sex.

- Leif, we're back in.

You guys are all invited,
obviously.

- Think I'm gonna take
a raincheck.

- And I think I'm gonna pretend

you were actually
part of that invite.

- Wait a second! Max!

Tobin is singing his feelings
out loud to Leif.

- That's impossible.
Tobin doesn't have feelings.

- I didn't think so either,
but apparently he does.

It's something about Leif
and their relationship

and he's really sad about it
and he's singing

all of his emotions at Leif
this very second.

Dude doesn't have
a care in the world.

- I strongly disagree with you.

- Max, believe me,
Tobin...is heartbroken.

- Okay, let's just end
this insanity once and for all.

Hey, Tobin. You good?

- Your mama thought so
last night.

- Thanks, buddy, that'll be all.
I'm sorry, Zoey,

but you can't convince me.
- You know, you're right.

I may not be able
to convince you, but--

- Hell yeah, Zoey's got powers.

- Did she put you up to this?
Are you two pranking me?

- Ain't nobody got time
to prank you, boy.

This is very, very real,
Sir Max-a-lot.

- Mo's actually been helping me
figure out how it works.

He's been keeping tabs
on the rules.

- The rules?
And just how many are there?

- Well, let's see.

Zoey can hear heart songs.

Her term, not mine.

The heart songs always
reveal people's inner truth.

Zoey has a responsibility
to help people

when she hears their songs.

Otherwise, she'll be haunted
by those songs,

which we've learned is no bueno.

Sometimes time freezes
when she hears a song.

Other times, they go--
- Wait, wait, wait.

So now Zoey can manipulate
the laws of physics, too?

This is really incredible.

- Ain't it, though?

- He's being sarcastic.

Look, Max, I know this is
hard for you to believe,

but it's all true.

- Look, I--I would really
love to believe it.

It's just that I need more
concrete evidence and proof.

- Okay.

There might be one way
to do that.

But you're not gonna like it.

- What is it?

- We're gonna have go to
clubbing tonight with Tobin.

- You think Tobin will
like these?

- Shots of Goldschlager?
Yeah.

It's the official drink of
douchebros trying to be classy.

- Thanks for getting us in, Mo.

- No problem.
Eddie's coming too.

At least that's
what I understood

when I texted him
"Wanna come?"

And then he wrote back
the letter "Y,"

which I'm gonna assume
is "yes"

and not "Y are you texting me?
I'm not into you."

- Oh, there's Tobin.

You sure that guy's hiding
some deep emotional pain?

- Isn't it obvious?

- Don't make me spell that, bro.

All right.
Spell-iversary!

- Party people in the hizzy!
- You showed up.

- Couldn't miss such
a big night.

Happy Spell-iversary, playah.

- All right,
I'll let you guys stay,

only because that
is my favorite drink.

- Oh, this is my friend Mo.
- What's up, Mo?

- Happy to spell-ebrate
with you.

- Mad respect for your pun game.

- So where's Leif?

- Oh, he's, uh,
running late, I guess.

- Running late
to Spell-iversary?

- He'll be here.

- That's odd.

Isn't that odd, Max?
- Uh--

- Is everything all right
with you two?

- What? What are you
talking about?

- I don't know, I just--
I--I--I'm sensing

a little bit less man love
than usual lately.

- Nah, we're good, Zoey.
- I don't think you are good.

I think something's going on
between you guys

and you don't...
wanna speak about it.

But here's the thing--

I know it's bothering you.

- Please.

- Everything okay, Tobes?

- Yep. Just gotta go
drain the dragon.

- Well, that
really convinced me.

- To Spell-iversary!

All: Spell-iversary!

- To Spell-iversary?

- To Spell-iversary.

- I'm not doing this. Look,

Tobin's been gone for
four whole house songs now,

or maybe one house song
that's lasted as long as four.

I honestly can't tell with
all this pounding

in my head right now.

- Maybe I was too hard on him.

I'm usually more subtle
but I was really trying

to prove to you my abilities.
Can you go check on him?

- What? No,
I'm not checking on him.

Men don't check on men
in bathrooms. It's not a thing.

- I just saw Tobin leave,
but guess who's here?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Wanna dance?

- Is that all you have to
say to me and my friends?

I really don't understand why
we're not already dancing.

Come on.

- Okay, that's it,
I only came to see

if Tobin was
an emotional mess,

but now that he's gone,
so am I.

- Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

- No, it's Mo and Eddie.

- Quedaté con migo.

- Okay, remember how Mo didn't
know where he stood with him?

Here's the thing--
I just heard them sing,

and I bet you anything
they are about to start kissing.

In three,

two, one...

- It doesn't prove anything.

Two people were dancing and
then they started making out.

That's a normal sequence
of events.

Look, if you're gonna
keep sticking

to this insane
superpower thing,

then...I think we gotta
stop hanging out.

- Max, don't go.
I can prove it.

- No, you can't!
There's no way to prove

you can see inside
people's hearts.

- Even though I saw
inside yours?

- What are you talking about?

- After I got the power...

you sang to me.

Love songs.

Lots of love songs.

- I did?

- Yeah.

- And you didn't
do anything about it?

- I did something.

- What did you do?

You...set me up with Autumn.

- Yes.

- To get me away from you?

- Yes, I did.

- Wow.

Well, now I know you're
telling the truth,

because no one would ever lie

about doing something
that heartless.

- Max...
- How can you claim to care

about me, to be my friend,
when you knew how I felt

all this time and said nothing?

I mean, wow, were we ever
even friends at all?

- Yes! We were friends.
We are friends.

- Well, not anymore.
I really hope that you

have a wonderful, musical life,

because I can't...

- Morning, sunshine.

- I thought I'd drop by

with some good news
on my way to work.

Guess who I heard sing
last night?

- Oh, my God, Eddie,
at the club, last night.

Tell me everything.

- Well, it was
a hot Spanish song.

You and Eddie were both
singing and dancing.

Quite seductively, I might add.

Most importantly, I can tell
that he's really into you.

You know, maybe he's just shy
and communicates more with his--

- Body? Yeah, we figured that
out last night.

- Hey, Zoey.

- Hi.
- Wanna get breakfast?

- K.

Tell me about Max.

- Oh.

Uh...he hates me.

Doesn't believe me.
Thinks I'm horrible person.

Doesn't want to be friends
with me.

I tossed and turned about it
in bed all night.

- Hmm.
That explains the puffiness.

- Maybe I'm not supposed to
have any friends but you, Mo.

Every time I hear someone's
thoughts it ruins everything.

This is exactly why Superman
needed his Fortress of Solitude.

- Mm-mm. Don't blame it on
your power.

This one's all on you.

- What's that supposed to mean?

Old Zoey steamrolled
through life

living in a black and white
world.

- You're not wrong.

- But New Zoey has been
given a gift

to know how people really feel,

and it's helped you
make connections

and have hard conversations.

Real friends owe that
to each other.

- Max and I had
a hard conversation last night

and we are definitely
not better for it.

- You know damn well that is not

the hard conversation
that I'm talking about.

That boy organized
an entire flash mob

professing his love for you,

and what did you do
in return?

You told him about your powers
to avoid saying

how you feel about him.

He deserves an answer.

- But what if I...
don't know how I feel?

- Then start with that.

And if he's a good friend
he'll understand.

- Mo, I'm hungry.

- Now if you'rea good friend...

you'll leave
and take that tea with you,

because you know that that boy
needs some breakfast.

Faster.

- Nancy.

What is this?

- It's a hospital bed,
Maggie.

I mean...

Why didn't you ask me
before you got that?

- I thought we agreed
to make

some necessary changes
in the house.

- I know,
but a change like that,

it's--it's so...drastic.
It's...

It's so clinical.
- I know.

I understand, it is clinical.

But as a health care
professional,

I'm only doing
what I think is best.

And that reminds me--it's time
for him to get some rest.

- Oh, oh, no, wait,
don't turn that off.

Mitch is a huge
March Madness fan.

He's gonna want to see that.

What?

Oh, "not tired, thirsty."
He...

"Milkshake." He--he wants--

He loves chocolate milkshakes.

- So you want his blood sugar
to spike

instead of preserving
his energy?

Mrs. Clarke, is this about
what your husband wants,

or what he needs?

- I think I know
what my husband needs.

- The waitress dropped this off
after you left.

Ironically, they spelled it
wrong.

Sorry if I drove you away
last night.

I've noticed some new dynamics
going on around here and--

- I didn't leave 'cause of you.

- I didn't mean to question
your relationship with Leif.

You two are best friends
and I'm just--

what do you two call me?

Agent Orange? Code Red?
Lucille Balls?

- That was a good one.

- I know something's wrong
between you two,

and if you want to talk
about it--

- What kind of best friend
bails on Spell-iversary?

That night's supposed to be
sui generis!

That means
"of a class of its own."

Obviously it's not
as important to Leif

as another late night
at the office

trying to boost his career.
Still, priorities, bro.

- Have you talked to him
about any of this?

- Oh, you mean like when we're
getting our mani-pedis

and drinking frozé?
- Look, I know

it sounds scary, but real
friends have hard conversations.

They...owe it to each other.

- Leif doesn't have time
for a conversation.

He's too busy
crushing it with Joan.

- Well, I'm your boss,

and I'm telling you
The Chirp can wait.

- Hey, uh, we missed you
last night.

- Sorry about that.

Both: They spelled it wrong.

- Uh, I'mma get deep
for a hot second,

so just bear with me. Um...

When we met at the bee,

I was just a shy kid from India

who was the butt of all
the jokes on the playground,

but you made me feel like
one of the cool kids.

- Cool is a relative term.

I shared a thermos of soup
with you.

- Yeah, dude, but that was
everything.

Everyone else looked through me
when I got there.

I was just another immigrant

whose parents had made him
learn every word

in the English language
because they desperately

wanted him to fit in.

I guess that's why
Spell-iversary

has meant so much to me.

- I get that. And I'm sorry,
I just--I had to work,

and I lost track of time.

- Yeah, but stuff like this has
been going on for a while now.

You wanna tell me what's up?

- I, um...

I guess I have been
pulling back.

I'm just trying to make
some serious moves around here.

And all you want to do
is play around

and brag about how many of
Zoey's pens

you've hidden in the nest.

- There's at least 34 of them
in there.

- You're starting to seem
like a liability, man.

How are we supposed to run
this place

if people don't start
to take you more seriously?

- You want us to run this place?

- Yeah, dude.
What's the point of rising

if we can't do it together?

How about we focus less
on partying and...

goofing around?

And a little more on that grind?
Yeah?

Come here.

- Here to pour salt
on my wounds?

No.

I'm here to do what I
should've done months ago.

because my answer is messy.
And complicated.

And selfish.

But you deserve the truth,
so, here it is.

I haven't even allowed myself
to consider

going down
a romantic road with you

because it could mean
I could lose your friendship.

- Or make it even stronger.
- Or maybe

we could have an awful,
terrible breakup,

and then I'd lose you
forever.

- So you're afraid
to even try?

- Yeah.

I'm already losing my dad,

and I can't bear the thought
of losing you, too.

It's just--
it's not the right time,

and I'm not strong enough
for it.

- So basically what you're
saying is

I'm too important
to risk losing?

- Does that not make sense?

In a way it's very--
very flattering.

- Yeah, yeah, no, it's--
it's really--

it's like a really awesome
terrible rejection.

- Rejection?

It is not a rejection.

It's all coming
from a place of love.

Can you please just stay
my best friend

and not change this special
thing that we have?

- Hasn't it already changed,
though?

I mean, if you can hear
my feelings,

and I can't hear yours,
that's not a fair friendship.

- Okay, how about this?

I'll be an open book
from now on.

You can ask me anything
and I will be

100% honest with you.

- Okay, yeah,
that sounds great, Zo,

but I'm not sure
it's gonna solve everything.

- Maybe not, but it's a start.

I have to catch up
on all this work I missed

while trying to fix Tobin,

but can we please meet up later?

I need us to be good.

- Yeah, I need us to be good,
too, but

you just threw a pretty big
bombshell at me.

So maybe we should press pause
on things like Movie Night.

- Boo-yah!

Take that,
"Pocket Pairs in Pennsylvania"!

Sounds like you two
are really hitting it off.

- Yeah. We are taking all of
the money that Mitch is winning

and we are gonna buy you
something real nice.

- Hmm.
- Oh, forget it.

He said he wants to
"blow it on the ponies."

- That is not cool, bud.

I'm just kidding.
He said he's thirsty.

One chocolate shake coming up.

- Thank you.

- I have to admit, I was
surprised to hear from you.

I don't always make
the best first impression.

- It's not really about
what I need.

It's about what my husband
needs, and, um,

right now he needs
someone like you.

What are you doing?

- Oh, I sneak some spinach in,

just for the vitamins
and minerals.

I hope you don't mind.

- No, not at all.

Just don't
forget the whipped cream.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So you and Zoey,
hanging out again.

You weren't for a while there,
I noticed.

- Yeah, well,
we're pretty tight.

Didn't know you were
keeping tabs.

- Not keeping tabs, per se,
just...

You guys ever a thing?

Just...Zoey's special.

She deserves to be
with a good guy.

- Yeah. Well, she will be.

One day.

- You know something?

I think we might have
something real.

- Something real and impressive.

This could be a game-changer.

- I'm gonna loop Zoey
in tomorrow.

I think fresh eyes would help.

- Um, you know,
I just want to say, Joan,

I have had a blast working
on this project with you.

- I could not agree more.

- No, really, I mean it.

You're intelligent,
dynamic, creative...beautiful.

Whoo!

And I just think that there's
something...

special here.

Something that could go
all the way.

- Well, then, that's something

that definitely
shouldn't happen.

- And yet,
it seems inevitable.

- It's a terrible idea.

- You're absolutely right.

- I'm in a position of power
over you.

It's wrong. You look like you
just started shaving,

and it flies in the face of
everything I believe

about workplace professionalism.

- I couldn't agree more.

- Glad we're on the same page.