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All right, so most ballpark hot dogs

are either steamed or grilled,

but Boston Bangers are boiled first,

and then they are grilled.

That way, you preserve the juiciness.

Looks delicious.

Oh, that's the beauty of a Banger, baby.

(CHUCKLES) Mmm.

All right, all right, small tent.

Can I get one of these things, or what?

Oh, yep, Sam. Here you go.

- Incoming.
- Thank you.

Looks pretty good for something
cooked in a parking lot.

- So you're having a good time?
- Uh, yeah, yeah, I think so.

- I'm having a good time, too.
- Nice.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

Olivia keeps telling
me to be more present.

And I, uh, think it's working.

She's kind of the best
sponsor you can get.

Yeah, she's very cool.

Although... I did read
Eminem is a sponsor,

and he might be just
a little bit cooler.

BOB: Ah, look at you two,

getting along. (CHUCKLES)

- Okay, you just made it weird.
- Yeah, stop being so weird, Bob.

- Also, this needs mustard.
- Oh, yes, condiments, flying in.

- (BOOING)
- Yeah, go home, Yankee!

Yeah, okay, okay, hi, yeah, yeah.

Hey, where are your heels,
Carrie Bradshaw?

Where's your tutu?

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No.

Nathaniel? Hey, wait, hang on.

Nathaniel!

Just get to your car
and then you're home free.

- Wait, wait.
- Okay.

- Nathaniel.
- Just keep walking.

Oh, hang on a second, man. Hey.

(WHOOPS, CHUCKLES)

Hi. Wow, uh, Sam Fink.

Yeah. What are you doing
in Boston? How have you been?

What's going on at Bzzzzzzzzzz?

I'm gonna plead the Fifth
on your questions.

'Cause I don't want anything I say

to be used against me by you.

- Right?
- You caught me.

Been following you for months.

You know, been videotaping
everything you do,

actually got in your
trunk on the way here.

- I'm kidding.
- Oh, that's not super funny.

- You maimed me.
- Right.

Right? I had an eye patch for a month.

- I'm-I'm very sorry about that.
- Are you, though?

I endured pirate jokes
every day for a month.

I'm gonna give you a couple, so
you know what I lived through.

"Aye, aye, Captain," 'cause of my eye.

- Pretty stupid.
- Pretty obvious.

One that was actually kinda decent,

"Lance Arrrmstrong," right?
One eye, one nut.

That was my life for a
month, because of you.

Right, no, I am, I am genuinely sorry,

and I'm sober now, seven months.

- Oh.
- So...

Well, that's good to
hear. I'm glad to hear it.

Yeah, you do, uh, you
do seem less insane.

I'm really happy to hear that from you,

a man that I respect and regret maiming.

- Yeah. Thank you.
- Yeah.

Seriously, that piece that you did

on the, um, the creepy judges,

the one with the foot fetish,
I thought that was really great.

- Oh, you saw that?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it was a pretty fun piece.
I thought it turned out good.

- Yeah.
- Oh, that's cool.

So, what are you up to?

Like, are you writing
at all, or what's up?

Oh, uh, yeah, you know, just
like classic alcoholic stuff,

some moral inventories
and, like, long amends letters,

long apology letters and...
a ton of letters.

Right. Well, is any of that
publishable? 'Cause, I mean...

I think we might actually
have something for you.

Like a job?

Yes, like a job. Listen,
your voice is really funny.

You'll be really good for this,

and plus, like,
everyone's so into women.

Right? Everything now is like,

"Oh, we got to get women," right?

- Mm.
- Which is super important, okay?

And obviously that's not the only reason

I'm bringing this up.

But let me just be clear
about me saying that.

For the record, I, I don't really care.

I'll take what I can get.

Um, do you think Bzzzzzzzzzz

would let me back in the building?

No, no, but I'm not there anymore.

I'm at Smug Media, have you heard of it?

I was at Doosh,
and then they were dicks,

so I'm now at Smug Media.

Listen, here's my card. I
want you to call my assistant.

And let's, uh, let's get
something on the books.

Great.

All right? I want you
to send me some writing.

Published, unpublished, doesn't matter.

Okay.

Let me just see your stuff,
and we'll, we'll go from there.

- All right?
- All right.

All right, I'll talk to you soon,

- and go Yankees!
- No, Yankees suck!

- (CROWD BOOING)
- NATHANIEL: Go Yankees!

Yeah, take those chicken legs
back where they belong,

you little bitch!

- NATHANIEL: What?
- MAN: Yankees suck!

NATHANIEL: Shut up!

Nathaniel Nathaniel?

The one who had you carried
out of the building

by security guards?

- BOB: Oh, no.
- No, she's being dramatic.

Yes, Nathaniel. He seemed
really interested, actually.

He said I looked great.
I figure, why not?

You know, I just have to send
him some writing material,

set up a meeting.

I thought you hated it there.

You said it was soul-killing.

Why would you want to
go back to Bzzzzzzzzzz?

Oh, no, he's at Smug Media now.

It's actually a much bigger deal.

There are so many
opportunities for you here.

You could intern at The Boston Globe.

I hate to break it to you.

No one really cares about
The Boston Globe anymore.

How can you say that?
Didn't you see Spotlight?

Ooh, I love that flick.
Seen it five times.

You saw Spotlight five times?

Mark Ruffalo, what an actor.

Samantha...

We paid for private school,
we got you through NYU,

you are a writer... writer.

And New York? Bzzzzzzzzzz?

Didn't the whole situation
make you want to drink?

There were a lot of things
that made me want to drink, Mom.

SAMANTHA: Donna with the
doughnuts, what's up?

Oh... my God.

I've never seen you this happy.

- Are you depressed?
- (LAUGHS) No.

My old boss might have
a job for me in New York.

- Mm.
- Yeah, I thought that door was closed,

but you know what they say,

when one door closes,
it, um... also opens.

You nervous?

No. Come on. No.

I'm, I'm acting as if.

Just like they tell us to.
Not nervous at all.

Just as if.

It's wild, though. Uh, a couple
investors from down there

asked me to come and
pitch that sobriety app.

Mm-hmm.

I haven't found the right time, though.

How do you feel about road trips?

They seemed fun in Thelma and Louise.

You should come with me
tomorrow, you can be Thelma.

Maybe you should ask that girl Chloe.

Oh, you mean hot dance party Chloe?

- Mm-hmm.
- Tiny, little, cute, spin her around,

- take her for a ride Chloe?
- All right, she's fine. She's okay.

- She's super hot.
- No, she's not.

- Yeah, well...
- I only think you think that

because she looks like you.

- What?
- You guys look exactly the same.

- We don't.
- Yeah, you do.

It's a little weird.

- She ghosted me, or else I would.
- Yeah.

Are you gonna come or
not? We can eat bagels.

No, I just don't think that...

I don't think a trip
together is a good idea.

You know? 'Cause, like,
is it a friend thing?

Is it a romantic thing? I don't know.

It's a bagel thing.

Okay. Uh, well, eat one for me.

No.

I'll eat two for me.

Okay. Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OLIVIA: See you in there.

See you inside.

OLIVIA: Hi.

- Hey.
- Welcome.

How are you?

I'm fine. I'm... fine.

Fine as in F-I-N-E?

Freaked out, insecure,
neurotic, and emotional?

(CAROL CHUCKLES)

Acronym.

You people love acronyms.

Um, I'm Olivia. Yeah, come on in.

Yeah, I know. You're, uh,
my daughter's sponsor.

(CHUCKLES)

You have a, a Peabody Award.

And I'm a subscriber to your podcast.

I purchased your last book.

I just... I didn't
read it yet because...

drama in the book club.

I'm Carol.

- You're Sam's mom.
- Yes.

You don't have to pretend
like you never heard of me.

Oh, my God. I've
definitely heard of you.

All good things.

- What's up, Barry?
- Olivia.

So, if you're open to it,
I would like to pick your brain.

Well, you are welcome to join
us, the meeting's open.

And Sam's actually in there.

Yeah, no, I... Sam does
not need to know I'm here.

I want to talk to you alone.

- Oh.
- It's a time-sensitive issue.

- So could we get coffee?
- Uh, yeah.

After the meeting.

Just shoot me a text, and I'll,
I'll tell you when and where.

Oh... I will text you right now.

Okay. Great.

I will text you now, Olivia Elliot.

You're not what I expected.

What did you expect?

Someone older, who uses less creamer.

So, what's going on?
Parents only come to me

when their kids are pregnant
or drinking or both.

Oh, no, no, no. It's nothing like that.

I... hope it's nothing
like that. She, um...

she doesn't have a lot
of luck in that area.

The getting lucky area.

You said... You said
it was time sensitive?

Yes.

Samantha is up for a job in New York.

- I see.
- Mm-hmm.

And?

And what if she gets it?

What if she goes and interviews
and gets it and she's gone?

- Mm.
- Can you talk to her?

Tell her not to go.

Tell her she needs to
stay with me longer.

And pay her rent on time.

Okay, if she wants
to bring it up with me, sure.

But seeing as I haven't heard from her,

I doubt she wants my advice.

But...

... what if this blows up in her face?

What if she fails?
What if it breaks her heart

and we're back where we
were when she came here?

Where?

Look, sometimes sponsees fail.

I have this phrase I
like to use with them

when they call me crying:

"Oh, so you decided to call me now?"

So... yeah.

As her mother,

I am asking you,

tell her not to go. Samantha
does not belong in New York.

My job as her sponsor
is to help her stay sober.

Your job as a mother is
to have this conversation.

Yes! I'm having this conversation

so you'll talk to my daughter.

You should talk to your daughter.

Okay. You're no help.

You are just like Samantha.

Sammy, I respect your right
to look like a hot mess,

- but these dead ends hurt me.
- No, I know, just go for it. Please.

(GASPS) Really?

Aw, you never let me have
my way with your locks.

No, I know, but I need
the bad bitch haircut

to go with the crazy nails.

Yes, bad bitch, bad bitch.
Which bad bitch? Joan Jett.

- No, trim.
- No?

- Trim.
- A trim?

- Yeah.
- Oh, my God!

If you really think a trim's
gonna land you this job,

you're wrong.

Okay, well, the trim's
gonna help, first of all.

- Okay.
- Also, I just, I just need to send

something good to
Nathaniel, and I got it.

You know? Which I will get on
very, very soon.

Just, you know, send him
something you've already written

and change the title.

Yeah, he's read everything
I've already written.

Well, you haven't written anything new?

Not really.

I mean, I've been, like, pretty busy

with the grocery store and...

Also, I really loved drinking
and writing, you know?

Take two shots of tequila,
take out the laptop.

Down two more shots, you open it,

and then just more
shots 'cause it's fun.

Man, can you imagine if I was
like shot, snip, shot, snip?

- Sounds fun.
- Well, what do you do?

All right, well, you know,
I've got my process.

Every morning, I have a green
tea, which you sobers love,

sing a verse of "Man!
I Feel Like a Woman,"

three Hail Marys in the mirror.
Boom. Ready to slay.

Huh. Yeah, I guess I'll have
to figure my own thing out.

I'm trying to give you something here.

No, I know. It's sweet.

But I'm, I'm not worried, you're
more worried about it than I am.

I'm, like, totally fine.

- I mean, I'm not worried.
- Okay, great.

You know, that being said,
I think I will have to bail

on, uh, Baby Boss movie night
with you and Zack

'cause I think I should just
get started, you know.

It's Boss Baby. The baby's the boss.

He doesn't have a boss.

♪ ♪

(SPITS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I told her not to say anything, dude,

so that makes it not my fault.

I don't know what to tell you.
Dude, just fire her, then.

I don't give a shit, man.

Hold on a second.

All right, that comes to $16.53.

- Cash. Old school. Sweet.
- Yeah.

I'm supposed to check this
for something, aren't I?

I feel like people always go...

Yeah, it's-it's good.

- Okay.
- Kind of in a rush here.

- (COMPUTER BEEPING)
- Whoa, it's... No?

That's, that's new.

- Hang on.
- Are you, you kidding me, man?

H-H-Hold on, dude.

Manager to bakery. Manager to bakery.

She'll be here in a sec.

Hold on, dude, I'm dealing
with this stupid townie.

- Excuse me?
- Uh, keep the change.

- I just need my receipt, please.
- Okay. Uh-huh.

Yeah, you're also shopping in
this town. You get that, right?

You're just as much of a townie as I am.

The difference is, I actually got out.

I mean, I'm back temporarily,
but I will get out again.

'Cause I'm a writer.

Not, like, a super famous one,

but I was recognized in an H&M once.

I think they thought I was Selena Gomez,

but I was still recognized, all right?

So, like, you know what,
dude-man, how about this?

- Eat me. And keep your change.
- Whoa. No.

- I don't need your blood money, bro!
- You keep it.

- It's...
- Wow, uh, I'm so sorry.

Sam, can I talk to you?

- Dude, I just need a receipt.
- (MOCKINGLY): Dude.

Wait, you're this worked up
over a job interview?

Well, I mean, yeah.
Like, what if I get it?

What if I don't? What if
I get the seat on the bus

next to the toilet? It's a lot of risks.

Girl, a bus ride and
a job interview are not risks.

The only risk is if you didn't clear it

with your probation officer.

Mm-hmm.

'Cause then you go to jail.

Right.

Oh, of course you didn't.

Well, thank you so much
for squeezing me in.

I didn't realize that
I needed permission

just to take, like, a
quick bus trip to New York.

So, what, what should we do?

Do I have to, like, write
a letter to the governor, or...?

To tell him you have a job interview?

You don't have a job.
Like, nothing's official.

Okay, it's like, it's
like this dude Jordan.

He texts me every single morning, like,

"Oh, my God, you are so beautiful!

"When are you gonna meet my mom?

Can I help you with
your cell phone bill?"

Does that make him my boyfriend?

No. Absolutely not.

Have I had a pregnancy scare? Multiple.

Did I tell Jordan? No!
Again, not my boyfriend.

You got to know your situation

and then adjust your
expectations accordingly.

What do I do if I get the job?

You're gonna need more than a letter.

Ooh.

I-I have to fill all of that out?

I have to fill this out.

I'm just playing. It's all online.

But I want you to know...

this is the kind of hell
you're gonna put me through.

You just keep that on
standby just in case, huh?

Um...

Okay, but...

you are good to go for up to 72 hours.

Oh, that was it? Wow, okay,
great, thank you so much.

(LAUGHS): Okay.

All right, bye, Gail.

Tell Jordan I said hi.

I won't.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

- BRIT: Hi.
- Oh, hi.

- Hey.
- Uh... come on in.

Thanks.

- What's up? Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

Oh, is it the-the last $2,000?

'Cause I'm gonna get
it as soon as I can.

No, no, that's not it. Um...

I just wanted to give you this.

- What'd I win?
- (CHUCKLES)

Joel and I talked about it, and, uh,

maybe it would be nice
if you were at our wedding.

'Cause, you know, things feel different.

Oh.

- Right.
- Right.

I'm sorry, I'm just realizing
that was kind of an ambush.

Um, you don't have to let us know now.

Yeah, I'll... figure it out.

- Cool.
- Yeah.

- Cool. Okay.
- Great.

- I'm gonna...
- Oh. Okay. (CHUCKLES)

- Cool.
- All right.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

BOB: And a little more for me. Oh.

Okay. I'm gonna talk to her.

She can't go. That's it.

On second thought...

I'm gonna go roast a chicken.

Carol, just talk to her.

No!

Trust me, the chicken will work better.

The way I do it,

first you, you pat it dry.

That's the most important part.

Then you sprinkle it
really liberally with salt

and you take a stick of butter

and you shove it up under the skin,

and that chicken will
say everything better

than I ever could.

Well, that does sound delicious,

but you should just talk to her.

Hmm?

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

How was your day?

Oh, uh, yeah, it's fine. Um...

Brit invited me to her wedding.

Oh. Maybe we could sit
at the same table.

I know it's not fun. I know it's weird.

I could hold your hand.

You know, uh...

I don't really want to
go, actually, and I...

don't really want to hold
your hand either,

but thanks for offering.

What are you writing?

Oh, uh, yeah. Just a piece about...

you know, Gen Z and...

morality and...

- Birkenstocks.
- Oh.

Can I see? Bob wears them.
They help his back.

No, it's not, it's not really ready yet.

Samantha, just me... Let me take a look.

- Mom.
- No, I won't judge.

I don't want you to
see it. So, sorry, I...

I haven't written anything.

Why not?

I-I can't write unless
I'm drunk, I guess.

I don't know, I can like, you know,

work in a grocery store
and go to Brit's stupid wedding

and go on some pretty bad coffee dates,

but I-I cannot write without alcohol.

(SIGHS)

I don't know what to tell you. I can't.

Samantha, here's the thing.

Nobody does anything better drunk.

Do you really think

everything you wrote
then was so wonderful?

Where are the book sales?

Where are the Pulitzers? Come on.

Is Bzzzzzzzzzz the best you can do?

I-I don't know. At
least it was something.

You don't know what
you're capable of now.

So, you're gonna lock yourself in

and write something. Tonight.

Anything.

Because, even if it sucks,

it will still be good
enough for Smug News.

No, it...

(CAROL SIGHS)

Now I'm gonna go roast a chicken.

And I'll bring it in to you.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PHONE BUZZES)

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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CLEARS THROAT) Excuse me, miss.

Is this bus going to the Big Apple?

Wild.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I don't even
know why I tried that...

- You changed your mind.
- I did.

I felt like you needed
a sober trudging buddy.

- Mm.
- I remember my first sober trip,

and I could've used a me.

To be with, to be with me, you know.

- I get it. We'll trudge.
- Yeah, let's do it.

Can we get back in line now?
'Cause I lost my spot.

Uh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, let's do it.

- We're gonna get bad seats.
- We are.

♪ These steps toward
faith, I can't imagine it ♪

♪ Pack my suitcase up
till I can't bear it ♪

♪ Who am I without
this weight on my shoulder? ♪

♪ Oh, God, I'm dying to know,
but how dare you want more? ♪

♪ How dare you want more? ♪

♪ Preacher, preacher's
callin' from the floor ♪

♪ How dare you want more? ♪

♪ How dare you want more? ♪

♪ Preacher, preacher's
callin' from the floor ♪

♪ How dare you want more?
How dare you want more? ♪

♪ How dare you want more? ♪

♪ Well, tonight we're gonna
drown the sound out ♪

♪ Yeah, tonight we're gonna
drown it out. ♪

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