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[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Libby: Toby Fleishman awoke
one morning inside the city

he'd lived in
all his adult life,

which was suddenly, somehow,
now crawling with women

who wanted him.

Not just any women.

Women who were self-actualized
and independent

and who knew what they wanted.

Women who seemed kind.

Women who seemed
motivated and available.

But also some who just sent
over a picture of a G-string.

Or their side boob.

Or their underboob.

Or their just plain
regular boob.

It was more than
a newly divorced man

could take after
15 years of marriage.

All this, after a youth
full of romantic rejection.

All this, after placing
a lifetime bet on one woman.

Who could have predicted this?

Who could have predicted

that there was such life
in him yet?

But these women
were not objects to Toby.

They were his mentors.

No, they were his heroes.

They were teaching him how to
live now that he was suddenly,

somehow, no longer
living with Rachel.

Each morning he would wake up

with an overwhelming sense
of panic

in that new apartment of his.

Where was he?
Where was she?

Where was his home?

"Something is wrong,"
he'd think.

"I am in trouble."

For Rachel was no longer
in bed with him.

She was no longer in the
kitchen, griping about her day.

Now I'm gonna have to spend
whole day cleaning up that mess

with a lunch
I don't even have time for.

She was no longer just
coming home from the gym

in a less black mood
than usual.

It was a disaster.
It was a complete disaster.

Maybe it will be fine.
I don't know.

Oh, I'll be home late,

so I'll need that prescription
picked up.

She was no longer applying
a thick layer

of black liquid eyeliner
to her upper lid

with the precision
of an arthroscopy robot.

Are the kids
ready already?

But on this particular morning,

she was also not
in the much nicer home

that was just hers now.

Rachel: A spot opened up
at that yoga thing

I was trying to get
into upstate -- Everglade --

so, uh, the kids
are with you FYI.

FYI? FYI, I dropped
the kids off a day early?

What the hell
were you thinking?

I said a spot opened up.

Yeah, well they're not
groceries, okay?
They are children.

What if I hadn't checked
my phone?

What if I had been called
into the hospital

in the middle
of the night?

Well, that didn't happen,
right? Good news.

Well, I have plans tonight,
alright?

I'm not supposed to have them
until tomorrow.

It's just one night.
Call Mona.

Hey, I want to be with them
when I have them, alright?

I don't want to just leave them
with a sitter.

That's you.

Wow, I didn't think you could
say anything shittier

than you said last night.

You should have been this
aggressive in your career.

Okay, that's very nice.
Very mature.

They went back and forth
like that for a while.

All the while,
Toby tried to remember

exactly what he'd said
last night that was so bad.

[ Garbled speech ]

But he couldn't remember.

I just can't believe you would
do that to the kids.

Like, waking them up
like that.

I have to secure my oxygen
mask, you know, before theirs.

Of course, your oxygen,
I forgot.

Listen, it's been a hard month.
I just need some me time.

I-I ha--
All of your time
is you time, Rachel.

These days, he only ever
said her name

at the end of sentences.

Alright, I got to go, okay?
I'm running late now.

Which was just as well
because his boner was gone.

[ Sighs ]

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Alright, come on, guys.
Let's go.

[ Coffee grinding ]

[ Groans ]

I'm so tired.

Well, I am excited 'cause
I get you a full day early.

And here, I think your mother
left some clothes for you here.

There you go.

These are for the Hamptons.
These aren't for camp.

The subtext of everything
Hannah said these days was,

"You fucking idiot."

I wanted Corn Chex,
not Flakes.

You fucking idiot.

Okay.

Mm, Hannah, these corn flakes
are amazing.

You have to try them.

Okay.
Alright.

Mwah!

Thank you, buddy.

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We got to go.
We got to go.

Come on, come on.

Of all the ways
Toby so far resented

Rachel's mismanagement
of that morning,

the biggest was an unplanned
visit to that den of dread,

that locus of a late-capitalist
society, the 92nd Street Y.

Forget what you know
about Y's in general,

this place with its
ridiculous parent population

and a nursery school
you had to put your kids

on the waiting list for
at conception

was as infected
by the Upper East Side

as anything else that came
into contact with it.

Okay, bye, Hannah.

Toby, hey.
Fancy seeing you here.

Hey.
Where's Rachel?

Working as always?
[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Agency won't run itself,
I guess.

Hey, that's her line.

Rachel was a theater agent,
best known as the person

who discovered Alejandra Lopez,
the creator of "Presidentrix!"

It was so brilliant
that it set

the New York theater-going
world on fire

and reinvented Broadway.

"Presidentrix!"
was everywhere.

There were parodies.

Alejandra:
You're just the wife!

I'm just [Clears throat]
I'm just something.

Alright,
look, hold your applause.

Libby: And, oh, boy
was there some merch.

Take care.
Thanks, yeah.

She had a swear
on her shirt.

Yeah, ignore it.

Okay, I'll see you later,
Solly.

You're picking us up?
Not Mona?

Yeah, it's all me.

Cyndi: Toby.

I keep meaning to reach out
to you.

How are you doing?
How are the kids doing?

Ah, well, we're okay.
I mean, it's a change, for sure.

I've been waiting
to run into you

to tell you myself
what I hope you already know,

but we're not leaving
your life.

We're not going anywhere,
Toby.

We are your friends too.

It never didn't shock him
that this

was who Rachel cared about.

As a measure
of self protection,

Toby thought about
a physical therapist

he had slept with
a few nights before.

He couldn't quite remember
her name.

Jamie? Jasmine?

Jill?

Had things
been hard long?

Um...yes.
I mean, no.

I mean, it wasn't like a --
like a spur-of-the-moment
decision or anything,

if that's
what you're asking.

But Cyndi
wanted information.

These days, everyone did.

Well, did you have
a date night?

Were you fighting at
that parent-teacher conference?

But you looked so happy
at the spring gala.

The questions were never really
about the Fleishmans,

but about
the person's own marriage.

Do we argue too much?
Are our fights too vicious?

Do we have enough sex?
Are we too miserable?

How miserable is too miserable?

Jenny!

The physical therapist's name
was Jenny!

Well, obviously the girls
are still thick as thieves.

So you can count on us to
make sure nothing changes that.

[ Train whistle chime ]
Sorry. Uh...

We're here for you.

Ah!

Tess: [ British accent ] Hoping
we're still on for tonight.

Sorry, this is work.
I have, um -- I have a biopsy.

You're still
at the hospital?

Well, you know, people are
still getting sick, so,

supply and demand.
Yeah.

Yeah, anyway,
it was great to see you.

Hey, look, really, really,
we got to do dinner

sometime with the kids

'cause we had
so much fun last time.

But had they?

It's 40 years old.
It's made by these Roman monks.

They only make
eight cases a year.

Mm.
I taste that.

Mm-hmm.
I want in.

I have a hookup.
Can't say who.

Come on, man.

It was the same crowd
every time.

Rachel's school-mom friends
whose husbands

were a chronic condition
that Toby had to manage.

There was Todd Leffer,
who was a portfolio manager

at a distressed debt fund

and who didn't not have
a photo of himself

next to a dead giraffe
and a live Trump son.

There was Rich Hertz,
whose name was literally Rich

and whose father had made
his fortune in the '80s

by buying up
life insurance policies

on people who had AIDS.

And then there was
the alpha homecoming king,

Sam Rothberg, a vice president
at a pharmaceutical company

who rose to prominence
pushing Vicodin

on every housewife
in the country,

except for his own wife,

who was
already besotted with Xanax.

So, um, how's the liver
business, my man?

Well, you know,
people still get sick, so...

You know what?
Let me ask you something, Toby.

If your kids said that they
wanted to get into medicine,

what would you say?

No, no, no, you don't get it,
okay?

It was an insult.
He was insulting me, alright?

This is the guy who made
his money by buying up

underwater mortgages in states
with expedited eviction laws

so they can kick out
the tenants and go condo.

And he thinks
he could ask me

if I would ever lead my poor
children into my shameful life?

Well, would you?

Toby:
Mrs. Fields. Hi.

This is Dr. Fleishman.
Is now a good time?

By the time he was done
with his residency,

medicine had undergone
such upheaval

that suddenly
even being a specialist

at a top hospital in Manhattan

wouldn't earn enough to offer
Rachel the lifestyle

to which she so badly
wanted to become accustomed.

[ Sighs ]

She never understood that
his job was its own reward

and its own comfort.

Particularly in those first
delicate weeks

following his divorce.

And Clay, what is the most
common vascular mass?

Uh, hepatocellular carcinoma.

That would be correct
if a hepatocellular carcinoma

were either vascular
or the most common anything.

It's hemangioma.

I'm sorry, Clay.
I, um...

Listen, guys, I don't know
if this is, like,

an appropriate thing,
but I'm gonna say it anyway.

I'm getting a divorce.

I don't mean to be an asshole.
If I am, forgive me.

Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.

So, uh,
what are you doing now?

We saw a psychologist
to figure out

how to make sure the kids
are okay with everything.

I moved into
a new place recently.

Great, but are you -- are you
on the apps yet?

What?

Okay, this is
gonna be fun.

I had a Jdate account
when people had --

Do people have
Jdate accounts?
This is totally different.

It's not that different.
It's still scary.

Well,
you still do it.

Yes, I do.

Okay,
so there's a couple.

Yeah.
Okay, and what is this?

Sorry,
what am I looking at?

So that's her lighthouse.

Her lighthouse?
Mm-hmm.

You know, uh, it's to indicate
a person's readiness.

Her readiness?

Like if she's available.

Okay.
And horny.

Okay, wait, sorry.
You do this too?

You see what I mean?

Okay. Thank you.
I'm gonna -- we'll table this.

Uh, we have patients
to get to.
Right, right.

Uh, those lives will not
save themselves, right?

Get me to the OR, stat.

I mean,
you are playing God.

Yeah, no one's dying tonight.
Not on my watch.

He watched the apps passively
for a week or two,

not engaging at all...

See you Monday.

...until one weekend.

Rachel had taken the kids
out to the Hamptons.

It was his first-ever weekend
without them,

and he missed them so much
he thought he might die.

[ Woman vocalizing
rhythmically ]

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The app asked him,
"What is your fave movie?"

Toby: "The Graduate."

It was "Twister."

The app asked him,

"How do you like to spend
a rainy Saturday?"

Doing a crossword puzzle.

Watching porn
and masturbating?

"Fave food?"

Caesar salad.
With shrimp.

It was steamed chicken
and vegetables --

no sauce, no oil.

"What is your sun, moon,
and ascendant?"

What is an ascendant?

Maybe he had tried to pump
himself up in some answers,

but he'd been honest
about the important stuff.

And then it asked,
"How single are you?"

I'm divorced.

That was true.

The app needed a pic.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Vocalizing continues ]

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[ Chimes ]

Hey, you.
Hi. Hi.

Hi.
How are you?

Tongue emoji.
You're cute.

You're a doctor?

Good for you.
Vampire emoji.

Where do you live?
Where do you live?

I live in Brooklyn.
I have a place in Queens.

Like a doctor in a hospital
or a doctor of English?

Octopus emoji.
Remind me where the liver is?

If you're an asshole...
Please know I've been down
that road before.

And, no, thank you.
I grew up in LA, too.

Libby: Well, friends, he lost
a full Saturday right there.

Sitting here alone.

So I went into social work.
And I miss it all the time.

I think I've had too much
to drink.

Fingers-crossed emoji.

Libby:
And then the whole weekend.

Winding down
with a glass of wine.

I'm into older guys.
You remind me of someone.

Grandpa emoji.
You're hot.

"Angry with possible smoke
coming from sides
of the mouth" emoji...

You have to understand
that Toby was not exactly

a desired property
in his youth.

You're so handsome.

Where have you been
all my life?

"Possible samba
and evening gown" emoji.

Glass of milk emoji.

Enough about me.
What about you?

My dad
was a doctor, too.

Purple-devil emoji.

By late Sunday, his cheeks hurt
from expressing joy and wonder.

His wrist and hand were sore
from repetitive stress.

So, am I going to get to see
that cute face soon?

But then, he suddenly
realized...this was real,

very little on earth
stands still,

that forward momentum
is always available

to pluck you
from your sadness

and invite you
to rejoin the living.

Tess: So, am I seeing you --
question mark, question mark.

Don't leave me hanging,
cutie.

Toby:
Sorry. Yes.

Looking forward to it.

[ Cellphone rings ]
Oh, shit.
Yeah. Joanie.

Hi.
Yeah, I am on my way up.

Look at that.

Look at that.
It's good as new.

Mm.
No scarring.

It's like
nothing ever happened.

Huh.
Y-You have to love the liver.

I mean, seriously, show me
a more life-affirming organ.

I mean, look at it.
Look what it --
Look what it can recover from.

We should all be more
like the liver.

Livers behave in
some erratic ways --

I mean, all the organs do,
but the liver is unique

in the way that it heals.

It's full of forgiveness,
you know?

It understands that you need
a few chances

before you get
your life right.

And it doesn't just
forgive you -- you know, it --

you know,
it practically forgets.

Libby: On the darkest days
of his marriage,

Toby attended
to his hospital business.

Out of the corner of his eyes
was always the liver,

whispering to him that one day
there would not be much sign

of all of this damage,
that he would regenerate too.

Toby, we have a new patient
up from the E.R.

Oh, that's great.
Yeah. Let's go.

I'm a liver specialist.

I was called in because
your wife is jaundiced.

Right. Okay.

Do you want to -- you want
to tell us what happened?

She was slurring, uh, a little,
and not making sense.

She was clumsier than usual.

Um, finally, I said we should
go to s-see a doctor.

And then we got in the car,
and on the way,

s-she, uh --
she passed out.

Maybe she's asleep?

Uh, well -- well,
we're gonna figure that out.

She's in good hands now.

Nurse Ortiz is going to
show you to our family lounge,

and we are going to examine
your wife

and figure out
what's going on here.

So, what's going on
here?

Yeah, it's alcoholic cirrhosis.
She went on a bender.

Probably been a secret drinker
for years.

Okay. You seem pretty sure
about that. Joanie?

He said she was slurring.

Okay.
Uh, what did he actually say?

Uh, he said she was clumsy
and slurring.

She's a drunk.

Phillip.
I'm sorry.

Alcoholic.
A person with alcoholism.

An alcoholic-American.
Yeah, okay.

Listen, the husband,
he said

that she was clumsier
than usual.

So whatever this is, it's been
going on longer

than just the last week.

Uh, what else?
Uh, is she on an antidepressant?

She's on Zoloft
as of a month ago.

How'd you know that?

Get her internist
on the phone.

Okay.

You saw her a month ago,
and you prescribed Zoloft.

Man: Well, she said
she was feeling down.

Her AST/ALT wasn't elevated?

I didn't check LFTs.
You didn't check.

Okay, well,
she has an AST of 145

and an ALT of 103
and a bili of 14.

She is en-- encephalopathic
and coagulopathic.

Her total cholesterol is 98.
She's in liver failure.

She's as yellow
as a highlighter.

Listen, my whole practice
is these women in their 40s

who suddenly become depressed
and start drinking

more than
they should at lunch.

Really?
Okay, well, good for you.

I got to go treat
your patient now.
[ Clicks ]

Sorry.
You shouldn't do that.

Alright, here's the thing --
This woman's doctor
could have helped her

if he had actually
taken her seriously.

You know, she wouldn't be
having neurological symptoms,

and she probably wouldn't
have a failing liver.

Guys, insurance is not going
to pay for more than 15 minutes.

You still have to listen.
Okay?

You have to take that time
as a loss.

You have to ask questions
and give a shit.

Toby: What did our friend
Dr. Osler say?

You remember?
Mm-hmm.

Listen to the patient.

She is telling you
her diagnosis.

Okay. So go ahead.
Look harder.

Joanie: Oh, my God.

Patient has a ring of copper
around her iris.

It's Wilson's.

Yeah. Yeah.
I've only seen it once before.

Oh!

Do you see that?
God, it's...

It's so beautiful.
Yeah.

As life-threatening diseases go,
it is a pretty one.

It means her body
doesn't process copper.

So usually it presents
as what you called clumsiness.

And then all it takes
is one big night of drinking

for something like this
to happen.

She went to, uh, Vegas
with friends last weekend

for, like,
a bachelorette thing.

Okay, so that's actually
really good to know.

And Dr. Clifton here
will take a --

a more detailed history,
okay?

And what do I do?

Well, you call your job and tell
them you need a few days off,

and then you call
your family and friends

and tell them what's going on
so they can help with your kids.

And we will tell you
when we know something, alright?

Alright.
Take care.

Thanks.
Yeah.

So, never?I'm a middle-aged housewife now.
I've been domesticated.

You're a legend.

Not -- Not pot?
Not even cigarettes?

Cigarettes?
Hey.

Are you crazy?

What would the other mothers
even say about me?

I'd be a pariah.

Do you realize that
the only thing our Libby here

ever inhales
into her lungs anymore
is the New Jersey pollution?

Yes. She grew up.
As a doctor, I endorse this.
Thank you.

I knew this guy who lived
literally beneath a cave --

not in it, beneath it --
in Argentina.

And he grew this one strain
of pot

that he combined
with this extract,

so you're high,
but you don't know you're high.

Sorry.
Uh, what does that even mean?

But I think I want to know
if I'm high.

Am I -- Am I high right now?
Am I high right now?

No. Mm.
I'd be hungrier if I were high.

I'm not.
Not hungry?

Telltale sign.

You ready?
Wait a minute.
I am hungry.

Um...
Tuna sandwich, please.

Yeah, thanks.
Wait. Yeah. Excuse me.

Sorry, I don't know if you
realize this,

but the American
Medical Association

now recommends eating tuna fish
like once a month, if that.

Got it.
Well, those people are animals,

so a tuna sandwich
would be amazing.

Thank you.

I'm gonna have
the Lumberjack,

and can I have a grilled cheese
on the side?

Wow. Child.

Uh, I will have the spinach
and egg-white omelet,

uh, no butter
and very little oil.

Woman:
French fries or home fries?

[ Laughs ]
Um, no, no, neither.

And no bread, please.

I love it.
Woman: Okay.

Thank you.

Libby: The three of us had been
getting together regularly

for the first time in years,

ever since Toby called
to tell us

that he was getting a divorce.

So it's crazy because,
when you're in space,

no matter where you are,

you feel like you're
in the center.

Have you considered
that maybe

you shouldn't
have been a lawyer?

Only every day.

How was your day?

Fine.
It was nothing.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Toby Fleishman?

Toby: Elizabeth Slater.
Toby Fleishman.

God!

It's Epstein now,
but, yeah, hi!

Hi?
Hello.

I am calling to tell you
that I am getting a divorce.

I am doing this on the advice
of a therapist,

who thinks it would be
healing for me

to reach out to the people
who I haven't seen

since my marriage
was falling apart.

I was stunned.

I'm stunned.

I just moved out.

I have the kids, uh,
every other weekend

and on weekdays
when she's working late.

It was hard
for a long time.

Uh, we actually went to
a couples' therapist

who said that we have
three of the four horsemen

of the marital apocalypse.

Whoa.
W-What are those?

Contempt, I think,
was the first one.

Defensiveness.
and, uh, shutting down.

You know what? I can't even
remember the fourth one.

Was it...
being a total fucking bitch?

[ Laughs ]
Wow!

Elizabeth.
Uh, maybe.

I hated her.
I mean, I-I-I...

Can I --
Can I say that?

I know -- I-I know
I just said that,

but, like,
can I say that?

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, I know, I know.

It's been a while, Elizabeth.
What, like 10 years?

Or 12?

It's been since you didn't
bother showing up to my wedding.

So 12 years.

I'm so sorry.
It was -- It was so hard.

Yeah, I mean,
you s--

uh, you should have called me,
you know?

It was a nightmare.
We would fight in public.

I'm -- I'm so sorry.

I couldn't.

You still
should have called me.

We made arrangements to see
each other immediately,

and I took a brief
shore leave from my life

as a housewife in New Jersey
to come into the big city.

Hi.

Hi.
Whew.

Hello.
Hi.

Okay. Come on.
Come on in.
Yeah.
Let's hug, let's hug.

Should we get something
to eat?

Uh, no, no. I'm good.
I ate on Tuesday.

Ah.

Are you doing okay?

Yes, I am okay.
Okay.

I don't know.
I worry about the kids.

I hate weekends
when I don't have them.

I freak out when I wake up
in my new apartment,

which, by the way,
is like a --

a hovel compared to the palace
I just moved out of.

Sure.
Seriously.

But...
I think I'm past the hard part.

And, um, yeah,
I think I'm, like,

actually up
to the interesting part.

Look at this.

What is that?

It's like a bevy of interested
sexual partners

that comprises the underlayer
of this city, apparently.

I don't know.
Might have been here forever.

Toby Fleishman.
Hot damn.

Can you imagine
all those years

I couldn't even
get return eye contact, and...

I cannot believe that this is
where life has deposited you.

Listen, I know it feels like
we haven't been in touch,

but I get the magazine,
and I look, like,

every month for your name,
and I read the stories,

and, Lib, it is like
your voice in my ears.

Uh...

I'm -- I'm proud of you,
you know?

Yeah.
I'm not at the magazine anymore.

I'm not anywhere anymore.

This is...
Yeah.

Our friend Seth
had fewer questions.

Dude.
Mm.

The world is your oyster now.
Lick it up.

I'm trying,
you know, to --
Hey, hey,
I have a great idea.

Yeah.
Go to your apartment,
put on shorts.

Why?
We're gonna go to yoga.

It's -- It's Saturday night.

It's Saturday afternoon.
Trust me.

What? I can't.
I just had a drink.

The place I go to is owned by
a guy who trained under Bikram.

He started a splinter group
that nearly brought

the Indian political system
to its knees.

Really?
Yes.

Do you know
who goes to yoga?

Girls.
Yeah, right.

Going to yoga is shorthand
for showing a woman

how evolved you are
and how not set you are

on maintaining the patriarchy
she so loathes and fears.

No, I can't.
I got to get home to the kids.

And aren't you dating
someone anyway?

I'm doing this for you,
not me.

Oh.
How high
is your closing rate?

It's like 60%.
It's 30%.

I don't know.
I can't keep track.

You should be at 100%.

You should only be closing
right now.

You are prime time now.
You are golden.

Are you being too picky?
No.

I'd put my penis
in a he-donkey right now.
That's how picky I'm being.

[ Laughs ]
So what's the problem?

The problem?
I don't know.

I'm getting out
of a 15-year marriage

to a woman who wouldn't
let me pee standing up.

I have --
I have some healing to do.

Mm.
I really missed you, man.

Go put those shorts on.

Then Toby invited us
to his new place

when his kids were
with Rachel one weekend,

the three of us together
for the first time in 15 years.

You didn't want to
move downtown?

You know, my kids are up here,
and I work across the park,

so I'm kind of like a --
a prisoner

of the Upper East Side
until the --

till The Hague mandates
that I can leave.

You need new shades.

Yes, I know.
I also need a new toaster.

You know who has a good toaster?
Rachel.

Well, I pronounce this place
completely delightful.

I love this apartment.

It reminds me of, uh,
the first place

Adam and I had together.

Yeah?
Mm-hmm.

It reminds me of our dorm room
in Israel.

Very mean.
I mean, I love it.

I mean, I hated the place
that Rachel put us in.

Had these high ceilings.
Ugh.

And they made the doormen
dress like

they were
in the military.

[ Chuckles ]

Divorce is like that
old Othello game, you know?

You start your marriage with
all the disks white, right?

And then there are some
black disks

here and there
along the way.

You know, you fight,
but ultimately, you laugh

and it's fine because the board
is still mostly white, right?

But then something happens
and the marriage falls apart,

and suddenly the entire board
is black.

Is that
how you play Othello?

They should probably change
the name.

Othello, you know?

Yeah, so now even
the good memories

are, like,
tinged with darkness.

You know, they're tainted.
Like they were rotten
from the start.

Not all of them.

Yes, man, all of them.
Okay?

Now you look back
on all those memories --

like the fight you had
on the honeymoon,

the way you couldn't agree on,
like, a name for your child --

and suddenly they're no longer
innocuous fights anymore.

Now they're foreshadowing.

I think when we get married,
we really have no way

to fully understand what --
what forever means, you know?

That's what I'm always saying.
Marriage is for suckers.

How are you going to know
how you're going to feel

in three times the amount
of years you've been alive for?

You were how old
when you got married?

26.
30.

30. I mean, has your brain
even stopped growing at 30?

Does your brain grow?

Seriously, I was ridiculous
in my 20s.

Who would I have married?

What kind of decision
or choice would I have made?

You grow up.
You change.

It's like
the show "Friends."

I used to like "Friends"
when it first came out.

Now I hear that opening music --
it makes me want to kill myself.

You definitely should not
watch "Friends."

What I'm saying is
I keep seeing people

outgrow the people
that they were with,

and now all the guys at work --
my work --

are these, like, miserable,
desperate creatures

who get way too wasted at
other people's bachelor parties

because they're dreading
going home.

But you know what?
Mm.

I was at their weddings.
I saw them.

They were in love.
They were happy that day.

You and Rachel
were happy that day.

Yeah, we were.
Yeah, you really were.

So how could an intelligent
observer of this

ever decide to choose it?

Mm.

Are you still going
to therapy?

No.
The apps are like my therapy.

It's like group therapy, except
at the end of the session,

you get to put your penis
in the therapist's mouth.

My therapist
does that.

So we met,
and we laughed.

And in our laughter,
I heard something dangerous,

which was the sound
of our youth.

Which landed us here on the day

that Rachel dropped the kids
off at Toby's apartment

a full day
earlier than expected.

She just does whatever
the hell she wants.

Like, seriously,
I shouldn't even been surprised
to see our kids,

like, sleep-marched over
to the apartment

at 4:00 in the morning --
4:00 in the morning!

Sorry.
I'm angry all over again.

I don't know.
I thought she would at least be
a good, like, divorce partner.

Why would you ever think that?
She was a terrible wife.

Yeah.
No, I know.

I thought we had some kind of,
like, gentlemen's agreement

where we'd put each other
through enough -- thank you --

and, you know, we could at least
be normal to each other.

No.
Thanks.

But what I remember
is that I'm normal,

and she's crazy, and that's why
this could never work out.

Oh, sorry. You know, actually,
I had a date tonight.

Let me see.

Okay.
Here you go.

Alright.
What do you think of her?
Oh, nice.

How old is she?

Let me see.
Uh, I don't know.

She said she's 39.
No.

No?
She's not 39.

Weird fact about dating
is no one is actually 39 or 29.

There's 40 or 30.
Oh.

They shouldn't even
let you use those ages

because they don't even exist.

Uh, how did it go
with the zoologist?

It was actually really freaky.
She wanted me to choke her.

What?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that happens
all the time.

Women have been let loose.
They are emancipated.

That is the opposite
of emancipation.

They're just doing that
because they saw it in porn.

What did you do?
I told her I couldn't do it.

I told her I took an oath.

I mean, I'm serious.
A person could die like that.

I told her that.

What does your oath say
about her being a naughty girl

who needs
some very light spanking?

[ Laughs ] Come on. Come on.
No, no, no.

What were we talking about?

Ages.
Oh, yeah. Right.

When I was on the apps...
Yeah.

...I'd put my search interest
from 21 to 28.

That way, the oldest woman
I would get is 35.

That's how you beat the system.
Stop it.

Truthfully, I don't really like
the younger women.

You don't?
No.

I mean, hey, come on, you know,
we're not that old, you know?

I don't think women
our age are old.

I just think the younger ones
hate us less.

Have you thought that
all the way through?

Am I wrong?

I don't know.

I'm just -- you know,
it makes a girl start to wonder

how she might do
on the produce market.

Aw.
You don't have to worry
about it.

You're married.
He was married.

I actually did go out
on a couple dates

with a 25-year-old
until I changed

my search parameters
to 39 to 47 --

you know, 'cause I'm not gonna
marry these women.

If they want to have kids, I
don't want to waste their time.

But also [Chuckles]

You know, also, I --
I can't be with someone

right now who doesn't understand
the nature of consequences.

You know, how the world
will have its way with you

despite your careful planning
and good behavior.

Yikes, dude.
I know. I'm sorry.

I'm just so angry at Rachel
right now,

who is old enough to understand
the nature of consequences.

And yet!
And yet!

Uhh...

May the townsfolk know
of her promiscuity

and stone
her in the square.

No, that is not nice.
That is not nice.

May the next man...
Yeah?

...who visits
her undercarriage...

Oh!
Yes.

...have a big sneeze.
Oh, no. Please, please.

And the sneeze travels
up her vagina...
No, no.

Oh, my God.
...and causes an embolism.

That's not how embolisms...

I'm pretty sure that's how
embolism works.

Thank you
for taking my side.
Anytime.

Mm. Okay.

I should go.
I should go.

You guys can split that.

Yeah.
Thanks so much.

Thank you.

Alright.
Love you.

Okay.
Bye.

Uh, bye.
Bye-bye.

Hey!
Was today good? Mm.
Hello to you.

There's a STEM contest
at the Y.

Mm-hmm.
Can we enter it?

If you win, you get to be
in a science fair in September.

Yeah, I think
we can arrange that.

I have what Mom calls
the "competitive edge"

because I have
a science dad.

O-Okay.
Oh, here comes the bus.

Hey, what's going on?

I'm not going
on the bus.

Hannah.
Come on.

No.

You're so embarrassing.

Okay.
This is nonsense.

Hannah, come with us right now,

or you're not going
to Lexi's tomorrow.

Can we just take a cab?

Look, you have to be able to,
like, live among people

without wanting or needing
to be like them.

Alright?
You have to know our values.

Not wanting to be seen
on a bus --

that's not a good value,
Hannah.

Not wanting to take a bus
is not a good value

for like a million reasons.

Hey, Dad.
Yeah?

Can I get golf lessons?

G-- You want golf --
Yeah.

Yeah, sure.
I'll look into it, buddy.

For the 10th time that day,

Toby was forced to ask
the question that occurred

to him nearly every few minutes
since his separation --

How did I get here?

How did I become
a divorced guy?

How could my kids be so much
like these people

when they also so resembled me?

How did he get here?

Solly: Hey, Dad?
Yes.

I think I found
our project.

Can we do
quantum superposition?

Uh, it's like, uh,
Schroedinger's cat.

Yeah, maybe, I just don't want
to be killing any living things.

There's no way to do it
without a dead cat?

I don't know. Listen, we'll
figure something out, okay?

Hey, Dad?
Yeah.

Can we get a dog?

Oh, God.
Are you serious?

Uh, I don't know.
Check with your mother.

Um, I got to get --
I got to get changed.

Where are you going?
He's going on a date.

Thank you, Hannah.
What?

Don't you want to work
on our project, though?

Yeah, I do.
You know how, like, you have
play dates with your friends?

Adults have those, too.
And it's -- it's healthy.

It's, like, normal.
[ Door opens ]

Yeah. Mona.
Mona!

Thank you so much
for coming.

Hi!
I really do appreciate it.

Hi, Mona.

Hey, babe.
Nice to see you.

Oh, Mona,
you're a lifesaver.

Man:
You can have a costume party
on a day other than Halloween.

Guess I should be
punished.

Mm.
Well, that can be arranged.

Whoa! Hey, is this really the
best thing to watch right now?

You ruin everything.

Okay.

Libby: He had emerged that
summer like a newborn baby seal

with his eyes clamped shut.

But now they were open,
and he was a student again.

And in the short time, he had
learned a million new things.

Among them was the fact

that if you skew your vision
just right,

you could see the world as
his dating app presented it,

with New York
as a city full of people

with only one imperative --

to fuck or lick or suck
or finger or apply hot breath

to a warm body
with a compatible schedule.

Okay, okay.

As he tried to get his bearings
these last few months,

he enjoyed
the simplicity of that.

Hey.
Are you Alex?

I'm -- No, I'm --
I'm Toby.

Yeah, of course you are.

And he learned that he wasn't
alone in his search for someone

to talk to and kiss and ignite,

even if it was
just for a night.

He was meeting a woman
named Tess

that he'd been exchanging
dirty messages with for a week.

He tried to remember
what she looked like,

but she'd sent too many
pictures of body parts
in the meantime,

and he realized he'd lost
the plot on her face.

Tess: Bicep emoji.

Shrug with "What are you
gonna do?"-arms emoji.

Hi. Hi.

He turned 50
and got depressed,

so I sent him
on a survival skills weekend

with a famous life coach.

It cost $10,000
for a weekend.

Oh, my God.

She's a shaman now.
I would hope so.

Well, he comes back
and says

he wants to start
having threesomes.

I'm surprised.

But I also think, "Look at this
beautiful life he's given me."

So I say sure.

You know, we'll need some rules,
but why not?

I'm not dead yet.

Well, that is
very generous of you.

Well, turns out he wants to have
threesomes with other women.

Mm-hmm.
Two other women.

None of them me.
No. No. That is insane.

Wait, so the life coach
told him to do this?

She told him to live his truth
or whatever.

His truth?

I swear,
you think you know someone,

and then they go
and do something

you could not have predicted
in your wildest dreams.

Boy, isn't that the truth?
That's -- That's my truth.

So, um,
how did you guys meet?

You know, it's funny.
In a threesome.

[ Moaning ]

Libby: But what Toby really
learned the whole summer

was that
he was wanted again.

Toby!
Oh, oh, yes!

He was wanted on top.

He was wanted on bottom.

♪ We got things
we got to catch up on ♪

Get down.

They wanted him on all fours,
which was new for him.

Yes, ma'am.

♪ You know what I'm sayin' ♪

They wanted him
to go slower.

Ohh!
Ohh!

They wanted him to go faster.

They wanted to know if
he was gonna come hard.

They wanted him
to come to Mommy.

They wanted to call him Daddy.

[ Moaning ]

♪♪♪

[ Smacking ]

♪ She got the way to move me ♪

[ Moaning ]

♪ She got the way
to groove me ♪

[ Moans ]

[ Heavy breathing ]

He was madly in love
with each of them.

♪ No, we won't tell a soul
where we gone to ♪

On these nights,
he didn't wonder why

this had happened to him.

Albert.
My man.

On these nights,
he was grateful life was long

and he got to experience
all of these new things.

He had been so lost.

And each night, he became just
a little more found.

♪ She got the way
to groove me ♪

♪ Cherry ♪
♪ She got the way to grove me ♪

I know!
We can do relativity. Yeah. Yeah.
It's actually not a bad idea.

[ Train whistle chime ]
Hannah: Oh!

That might be for me.

Tess:
"Good morning, Doctor."

Ugh.
W-Who's -- Who's Tess?

Tess? Oh, she's a resident.
She's a fellow.

She's a -- She's a, um --
She's a new patient.

She's a good patient.

That was fun last night.

I just bought a piece
of filthy lingerie

that I think
you'll enjoy removing.

Cat-with-heart-eyes emoji.

Poison-skull emoji.
Robot-arm emoji.

I found a corner!
Yeah, I'll be right there.

Toby:
How's tomorrow night?
Dad.

Tess: My kids will be here.
Your place?

Two pieces that connect!
I got it, buddy.

Thumbs-up emoji.
Say, 6:00?

See if I can find
another one.

Yeah.
Just hold on to it, kiddo.

866 East 91st Street.
Anytime after 5:00.

Laughing-and-crying emoji.

What if I need to call you?

I'm sure the Leffers
have a landline.

Or you could
use Cyndi's phone.

Also, you've never called me
from a sleepover, ever.

Can't you just
get me a phone?

I will get you a phone
on your 12th birthday.

That's in four months.

Well, then, you get to be
my baby for four more months.

Ugh!

Libby: On their way to
the sleepover at the Leffers',

Toby felt the same anxiety
he always felt

leaving his daughter
on the frontlines

of a social war zone.

But he was
momentarily distracted

as they passed
a brownstone doorway

that he'd ended up
getting a handjob in a week ago

from a writer
he'd been out with.

Is it too late to switch
my Bat Mitzvah venue?

Oh, um, you know, I think we
already printed up invitations,

and there's a deposit.

I still don't have
a dress.

Hey, it's not till November.
And you know your haftarah.

That's the most
important thing.

Sure, Dad.

♪♪♪

[ Doorbell rings ]

Fleishmans!
Hello!

Hi, Mrs. Leffer.

Hi, honey.
Lexi!

Hannah,
you have to see this.

Hello, Dr. Fleishman.
Hi, Lexi.

Hey, Hannah, if you need me,
j-- honey, j-- yeah, okay.

So, big plans
for you boys tonight?

We're going
book shopping.

Nice.

How's the good doctor?

Oh, Toby.

We were going to have you
and the kids

to the club next weekend,

but Todd says
you don't play tennis or golf?

Mm, yeah, I play basketball.

No kidding?
Mm.

Fuck you, Todd.
Mm-hmm.

Good for you.

You ever get
an outdoor handjob, Todd?

Well, okay,
I think Rachel

will be picking up
the girls tomorrow

to take them to the show
at about 4:00.

"You're just the wife."
[ Laughs ]

Uh, curtain's at 7:00.

And, uh, Rachel has reservations
at Joe Allen.

Isn't she the nicest?

Well, you call Hannah
if you need anything, okay?

Actually, she doesn't
have a phone yet.

Toby?
Yeah?

Get that girl a phone!
[ Chuckles ]

You boys have a good night,
okay?

Bye, guys.
Bye, Solly.

Toby: Leffers expecting you at
4:00 for Joe Allen and show.

Hey, what do you got?

Let's see -- "4,000 Facts
About the Universe."

This is good.

And this for relati--

No, this one's more
for grown-ups.

They don't have so many
relativity books for kids.

Well, yeah,
but that makes sense.

Okay, go with those.

Solly:
Alright, we'll take these two.

Man: Alright.
Is that gonna be it for you?

[ Line ringing ]
Yeah.

Rachel: You've reached
Rachel Fleishman.

If this is urgent, you can call
my assistant Simone at --

So the same thing happens
at the same time.

Mm-hmm.

But if someone else observes it
at a different angle...

Yeah. Yeah.
It means it's also true, though.

Here.
Um, you know what?

Put out -- Put out
your thumb like this.

Yeah. Good.

Now, uh --
Now close your right eye.

Yeah. Good.
Now close your left.

It's weird, right?

It's like a different
perspective,

but they're both reality.

Libby: Suddenly it occurred
to Toby

that he hadn't heard
a thing from Rachel

since their phone conversation
on Friday morning.

Toby: Question mark.
Question mark.

Where are you, Rachel?

It's Sunday.
I am so sick of this shit.

[ Woman vocalizing
rhythmically ]

[ Train whistle chime ]

Cyndi: Hey, Toby, it's 4:30,

and I haven't heard
from Rachel,

and Todd and I have to head out
for a golf tournament.

We got to go.
Come on, we got to go.

Look, your dad's here now. Hey.
Where's Mom?

Yeah,
Mom's running late.

I think her yoga retreat
ran over.

I don't know.
Maybe they -- Hi.

Yeah.
Maybe they all fell asleep.

That's not funny.
Yeah. I don't know.

Listen, she would not miss this.
It's her work.

Why don't you girls come back
to my place

and she can
pick you up from there?

No, no, I am not taking Lexi
to your apartment.

Hey, how about you're not going
anywhere if you keep this up?

Oh, my God.

Libby: It was right then that
Toby started to wonder

whether it was weird
that he hadn't heard from her

since their conversation
on Friday morning.

No dismissive eye-rolling,
no middle-finger emoji,

no three dots.

She wouldn't just blow him off.

She wouldn't reserve seats
for a show

that she helped put up and
leave the box office hanging.

She wouldn't even let the
maître d' at Joe Allen down.

Toby, yes.
The Joe Allen maître d', no.

What?
[ Cellphone rings ]

Oh. Hi.

This is where
your dad lives?

Oh, it's --
it's just temporary.

It's not temporary.
Can't really talk right now.

Okay.

Okay, bye.

[ Car approaching ]

Hi.

How was your day
in the actual world?

You didn't miss anything.

The real world
is highly overrated.

How was everything here
in paradise, huh?

Lately I couldn't stop thinking
about Toby on his dates.

Coming home alone,
coming home with someone.

I didn't have a thing
for him,

and I didn't want
to be divorced.

It's that Toby's life
was no longer predictable.

He had somehow had the sense
of possibility returned to him.

I'd been feeling so old.

Here was Toby, exact same age,

just realizing
how young he was.

I couldn't believe that it was
possible for two people

to be the same age
and feel so different.

Which one of us was right?

Which is a way of saying
that I was going through

something too right then,
but I couldn't name it yet.

Are you Elizabeth Slater?

I was.

Sign this, please.

Yeah.

Thanks.
Thank you.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

But this isn't about me.

Okay, I don't know
what you think you're doing,

but I have two kids dressed
for the theater at my apartment

for a 7:00 curtain,
and it is -- it is 5:55.

[ Knock on door ]
Yeah. What? What?

Yeah?
We already missed
our reservation!

We're never gonna get there
in time!
Yeah.

I don't know where she is,
okay?!

If I had a phone,
she'd just pick up!

She hates you!
Hannah! Enough!

[ Doorbell rings ]
Oh, thank God! [ Laughs ]

Mom!

[ Screaming ]
Oh, shit!

Toby!
No, no, that's -- you're --

I am so sorry.
I had a change of plans.

Whose kids are those?
They're mine.

Well, one of them's a friend
of my daughter's --

the tall one -- the blonde --
It doesn't matter.

I'm not here
to be humiliated.

Yes, I'm not trying
to humiliate you.

Tess, I am so sorry.
Fuck off!

Yeah.

Dad. Dad.
Where is Mom?

Yeah, that woman
had the wrong apartment.

Hey, are you okay, buddy?
[ Crying ]

She knew your name.

I don't know
why I'm crying!

Oh, God. It's okay.
I hate you.

Where is Mom?
I don't know, Hannah!

Where is Mom?!

Toby: Where are you?

Libby: Where was she?

This is
so embarrassing!

♪♪♪

[ Siren wails in distance ]

♪♪♪

[ Vocalizing ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I need to change my
custody agreement.

Rachel dropped the
kids off with me

and never came to
picked them up.

How do you want to
adjust the agreement?

I want to make sure she
has no access to the kids.

Like none. Like forever.

Sounds like you
already have that.

Welp...I...

How did we all get this way?

Will...
Yes!

Really?
Yes!

How'd we get put
on this trajectory?

We all ended up at
the same boring life.

How was your day?

It was fine.

I don't remember.

We're a mess Dad.

The Fleishmans are a mess.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

A person needs a
little bit of danger

in order to feel like she
knows what matters.

Rachel Fleishman.

As I live and breathe.

Is this totally kosher, like
watching two women...

Toby!

Yes.

Do you not have enough problems?

No, no. I have enough problems.

Enjoy this.

Is she up there?

She just got home.

You cannot just do whatever
you want in this world.

That's not how it works.

You're a crazy little guy.