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I can't believe I have lived
in New York for 35 years

and... I've never been to Coney Island.

Thirty-five years? But you got
to New York when you were 21.

Wait a second.

Twenty-one plus th...
Hold up. Are you old?

- Hey! You made it.
- Hey.

That wasn't too long a trip, huh?

Nah, three subways and
travelin' since dawn.

Take a car, all right?
You can afford it.

- I got too much moolah wrapped up in this joint.
- Wow.

But you didn't do so bad on Scout.

- You got that right.
- Steve, this place is amazing!

It's gonna be. There's a lot to do.

- Mm.
- And this joint is fuckin' old.

So is Carrie. I just found out.

Hey, you want a beer?

- Ya got beer?
- I'm a bartender, I always got a beer.

Hey, Victor,

can you hand me that cooler?

Hey, it's Wyatt.

Hey! Look where I am. Coney Island!

Dad, can you come home now?

What? No. I-I'll be home in two days.

- What's up?
- Mom's being a real dick.

Oh.

Oh, hey. Come on, now.

Hey, what's goin' on?

She tried to take away my phone...

Steve, how did you ever find this place?

Ah, you know...

I used to come out
here when I was a kid,

- my brother and me, ya know?
- Mm-hmm.

When I was, uh, goin' through
all that shit with Miranda,

- I needed to get away, uh, clear my head.
- Thank you.

I wound up right there.

- Right over there. Lookin' at the ocean.
- Hm.

And then one day...

I turn around,

and I take a good look at this place.

And I'm like, "Boom!"

I gotta do somethin' new.

I gotta do somethin' to
make me happy, ya know?

Fuck all that bougie Brooklyn bullshit.

Ya know? Hot dogs and clams.

It reminds me of who I am.

You are so hot dogs and clams.

So, how's you guys' new place comin'?

It's movin' right
along. Yep. Knock wood.

- Where's my beer?
- Hey.

Everything okay?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah? Okay.

Hey.

Here's to doin' somethin' new.

Doin' somethin' new.

- Hey! What's up?
- Somethin' new.

Oh, the cherry on the sundae.

- Hey, Serena?
- Hm?

The new BBC Correspondent

wants to meet with an HRW rep in person.

How would Raina approach that?

She would've booked a meeting
at the U.N. Wednesday at noon,

and take Miranda as her point person.

- Ah, you're here!
- Raina, you're back!

I am, so try and take
that slight judgmental tone

- out of your voice.
- Oh, I didn't... I wasn't...

Oh, my God. Kidding. I'm projecting.

Five weeks maternity leave is enough

- when the world's in crisis, right?
- Yeah.

How much leave did you take, Miranda?

Twelve weeks. Felt like 100.

Thank you for that.

So, if you've already
scheduled the BBC at the U.N.,

I take it you've been working from home?

Yes, but I cleared it with my new boss.

- O-Oh, you have a new boss?
- Yes. Wallace. My baby.

- Oh, that's cute.
- Aw.

- Miranda?
- Coming.

Come right this way. I have another one.

All right, so, this Alex Israel,

it has the pop sensibility
that we talked about,

and, like you, he uses
his identity in his art.

- I really like it.
- Do you?

- Yeah, I love it.
- It's beautiful.

Hi, Charlotte,

Rock's on the landline.
Says it's an emergency.

Landline? That's a throwback.

- Excuse me.
- It's all right.

- Love you. Love your music.
- Aw.

I'm totally unprofessional,

- but, hey, fuck it.
- Aw, thank you.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Oh.

I'm Sam. This is Jeffrey.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- She's too cute.
- She's very sweet.

Okay, that is not an emergency.

You scared me calling the landline!

I called your cell and
left you, like, 10 texts,

and you didn't pick up.

I am in the middle of selling
a painting to Sam Smith!

No way. That's so cool.

But I need my notebook.

Rock, this is why I always tell you

to pack your bag the night before.

I did. I thought I had it.

And it is an emergency
because it's fourth period

and I need it for my
presentation in sixth!

What's wrong? What's the emergency?

Rock needs their Earth
Science notebook from home.

That's not an emergency!

Why would you call my
assistant with that?

Well, I texted you twice.

- I thought my father died.
- Why would you think that?

I always think that.
That call is comin'.

Well, this is not it.
I need you to go home,

get the notebook, and
take it to them at school.

Well, I-I'm, I'm in
the middle of a brief!

Well, I'm in the middle of
selling a painting to Sam Smith.

This is the deal we made, Harry.

You said you would pitch in.

I have run to that
school a million times.

- Yeah, but I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm the...
- You're the what?

You're the man? You're the
father, and I'm the mother?

Babe, uh, I gotta go. Rock needs
that workbook. I-It's an emergency.

Can I tell them your
exciting news, Lisa?

Well, it's not as exciting
as these zucchini chips,

- but knock yourself out.
- I am living for these chips.

It's important to have
something to live for.

So, PBS is extending Lisa's
documentary into a 10-part series!

- They're Ken Burns-ing you!
- Yeah.

Wow, that's amazing. And a tad
more exciting than the chips.

Oh, sorry.

Lily, did you not get my text

that I am having brunch with the ladies?

Did she just officially
make us ladies who lunch?

No, she made us ladies who brunch.

We're ladies who brunch vegan,

so kinda updates the scenario.

'Cause I have not seen my
friends all week, that's why.

And, yes, I'm aware that it's Saturday,

and that's why we're
calling it brunch. Goodbye!

No, I don't wanna talk about it!

And we don't want you to either!

Ever since I've gone back to work,

it's just... it's nonstop.

Texting and calling just
about every little thing.

- It's like they're regressing.
- Guess we're talking about it.

- Yeah.
- No, no, no! We are not.

This is my time. May
I have a zucchini chip?

- Yes.
- Yes, please.

- Lisa!
- Hm?

Why don't we tell them
the other exciting news?

More exciting news? Some brunch.

You won the raffle from the spring
charity fundraiser at our school!

- I never win those things!
- Me neither.

Two years ago, I really
wanted that jet ski.

Just to get to Brooklyn faster?

- Yeah.
- Well, it's a private dinner at your home for 16 people

prepared by a Michelin-star
New York City chef!

- Wow!
- Wait, do I even know

16 people I want to eat with?

You could use it as a housewarming
for your new apartment.

Oh-ho-ho-ho, not with
those freshly plastered

white walls, I can't. Oh, no-no-no.

But ya know what? I could
have it at my old apartment.

Aw.

Ya know, like, like, a goodbye party.

- Aw.
- "The Last Supper."

Ooh, well done.

That's why she got the PBS gig.

- I'll talk to ya later.
- Congratulations again.

So exciting.

I'm working at the U.N. Wednesday.

- Look at you.
- I know, look at me.

- I'm so excited.
- Wow. Thirty-five years in New York,

mm-mm, never been to the U.N.

No way! Not even on a class trip?

Well, we came in 8th grade,

but I skipped it and went to Fiorucci

and bought a pair of pink
jelly fisherman sandals.

Well, that was important, too.

Never been to Coney
Island till two days ago.

Yeah. Aidan and I went to
check out Steve's new place.

Oh. What's it like?

Uh, it's on the ocean and,
honestly, it's kinda magical.

- Magical?
- Yeah.

Okay.

And my tour of, uh, the outer
boroughs continues next week

when Aidan and I go to Brooklyn

and see Che perform.

Coney Island is in Brooklyn,

so... it's not so much a
tour of the outer boroughs

as it is a tour of my exes.

Right, right. Well, ya know,
they're my friends, too.

- I wanna support them.
- Of course. And I want you to.

I just thought I should tell ya.

Yeah. Thanks. It's fine.

It's... it's just a
little weird that Steve

has this whole new place

and you've seen it and I haven't.

Miranda, you got a MetroCard.

MetroCard? Carrie, I tap now.

Look at you again!

- Yes.
- Keep walkin'.

- Ooh, look at the lollies.
- Keep walkin'.

Look at all this gorgeous glass!

- Ooh!
- Wow.

This one is Italian

- Mid-Century vintage.
- Nice.

Charlotte, maybe, don't tell
anyone else about the PBS thing.

No way. I'm gonna
tell everyone about it.

It is an amazing accomplishment.

Just in case it doesn't
happen, you know?

It's gonna be a lotta work.

Ten hours of new content,
and I have the children.

I know, but you've got
that home routine down.

You're like a machine.

I mean, this series has to happen.

Think about everything it's
gonna do for your career.

Also, think about all the previously
unsung Black women's stories

you will be able to tell.

I'm pregnant.

- Oh, my God.
- How am I gonna do a 10-part series

with a newborn?

I will be missing deadlines,

I will be pumping around the clock,

and I will be failing at both jobs.

Lisa...

- I think you can do this.
- How?

I am falling asleep everywhere.

Let's say I muscle
through this pregnancy,

but when the baby
comes, even with help...

it's just so much.

So many moods and schedules to manage.

Jesus...

How did this happen?

I thought I moved out of Babyville,

but apparently, I still
live right on the border.

Goddammit.

I just... I thought
it was finally my time,

Charlotte.

Do you wanna go sit down

and we could talk about it some more?

I wanna go home and take a nap.

Of course. Yeah, of course. Of course.

Bye-bye, beautiful.

Okay, I'll fill up the bins.

How dressy is this venue for
your comedy show on Thursday?

Judy, that's nice, but
you don't have to come.

It's just a shitty club in Brooklyn.

I came to see you at the
Tropicana at Atlantic City.

I am coming to Brooklyn.

Slot machines or not,
I will turn it out.

Judy doesn't do shitty club drag.

Oh, my God. The Tropicana. Jesus.

- Another life ago.
- You were funny, honey.

- Mm.
- Judy, I need you back here

to assist me for an hour or so.

She can handle the front.

"They."

"They can handle the front."

I use they/them pronouns, Dr. Fisher.

Yes. Right. Sorry. I know that.

Old dog.

How many more times do
I have to correct him?

My guess: many more times.

Ugh.

He's used to who you used to be here.

Well, I'm not that person,

and I don't think it's too much to ask

- to be recognized for who I am now.
- I hear ya.

I've been fightin' that
fight since Ed Koch was mayor.

Okay, well... not who I am now.

I mean, how would he like it if
I went around calling him "young"?

- You are a wonderful lover.
- I know.

But it's still nice to hear, though.

And now...

my turn to fuck you, yes?

- Uh, no.
- Oh.

Really? And, uh, why not?

Because it's not who I am.

What does that mean?

You're the bottom, I'm not.

I'm bottom. I'm top.

I'm in love. With you.

And I would like you to
feel something wonderful.

Have ya seen yourself down there?

I know how to be gentle.

Mm-hmm. Remains to be seen.

But... what is this really about?

It's about nine inches.

- No, it's about something else.
- Eh, tell that to my sphincter.

- What is sphincter?
- Oh, right,

like there haven't been many lawsuits.

I don't understand
what the issue is here,

but it's a big one, and not my big one.

Okay, look... I've never done it.

I've never been fucked.

- Never?
- No.

With all the sex you have had?

All that sex and never fucked?

- Why? Why have you never been...
- Jesus Christ.

Because I'm not the woman, okay?

- So I'm the woman?
- No!

- Look.
- I'm looking.

Gay men of my generation
see things differently.

The roles were more defined.

Why does someone have to be the woman?

Why can't we be two men,

each one getting fucked on and off?

Monday, me, Tuesday, you.

You kids today with the versatility.

Come on. This doesn't
have to be a thing.

Plenty of gay relationships
exist without penetration.

Not to mention most straight marriages.

I hear you.

Good.

- But why would you be afraid of more love?
- Hey!

Don't poet me right now.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Anything you want me
to leave for you here?

Um, everything.

I mean, I know the closet
is off-limits, obviously.

Oh, well, there's probably
a couple ratty bras

from the '80s that are in there.

- You could have those.
- Okay, you're joking

but I'll take 'em.

I do love this black
rotary phone, though.

Oh. Nope. Sorry.

That phone has calls in it
that I have to take with me.

I'm not mad at these two photographs.

- Yours.
- Look who it is.

Carrie Bradshaw and the
luckiest girl in New York.

Are you gonna call me
that every time you see me?

At the price you got this apartment,

you will never have any other name.

- Okay.
- I wanted to give it to a single girl.

I brought us lunch. Not for you.

You can afford your own yellowtail.

- Okay, well, I can see I'm not wanted here.
- Aw.

Um, but don't forget,

free jewelry for both of you. For life!

Well, I plan on living a very long time.

Bye!

Okay... Disaster.

Ugh, God. It's the new place, right?

- I knew it was too good to be true.
- I told Ravi I love him.

And... w... Did he...
He didn't say it back?

- No, he did.
- And the disaster is?

I said it too soon.

Like, out of nowhere.
It totally surprised me.

It's only been three and a half weeks.

I haven't even vetted him.

I don't know if this is gonna work out.

I just... I don't know
what happened last night.

- I was feeling so much...
- Love.

And other things. He was
inside me when I said it.

- Eating.
- What is wrong with me?

I've just thrown away 30 years
of smart dating, like that.

My point of view, as of late...

if you feel love, run after it,

give it all you have, hold back nothing.

Except for certain explicit details

while I'm trying to enjoy my sushi.

I don't know, Carrie.
Saying "I love you"

tends to cloud one's rational senses.

I mean, the price you sold
this apartment for is insanity.

Seema, look.

Think she's mine now.

And Lisa's very cooperative.

She's very approachable.
She makes it all very simple.

Yes. No, she's really, really wonderful.

Ugh. Sorry, Joy.

I gotta run, literally.
I'm late for everything.

- Most importantly, my breast pump.
- Oh, no worries.

You've been very
generous this afternoon.

Anything else you
need, just ask Miranda.

She's brilliant.

Well, not anything.

I think she was referring more

- to research and contacts.
- Oh, too bad.

I'm desperate for someone
to paint my bathroom.

Oh, definitely not me.
Very sloppy painter.

Raina's wonderful.

Yes. I remember those first few months.

Never enough time to do anything.

- Do you have kids?
- No, I have Italian Greyhounds.

They're horrible.

So, you did a, a wonderful job today.

How long have you two been associates?

Associates? Oh, no, no, no.

I'm, I'm new. I'm just, uh,
covering during her maternity leave.

Oh, I'm even more impressed then.

- Thank you.
- I hope I see you again, Miranda.

Uh, you too, Joy.

- Bye.
- Take care.

The U.N. says "Hey."

Hey.

I just RSVP'd a big "yes" to
Carrie's Michelin chef dinner.

- Ooh!
- Cannot wait!

I would cut my arm off

and eat it if it was prepared

by a Michelin chef.

- Do you know who it is?
- Nope.

I'm more concerned with the guest list.

- What?
- Che's coming,

and we haven't seen each
other since our break-up.

Would you serve as a buffer if needed?

- No fucking way.
- Yeah, that's stupid.

I'm sure it won't be needed. We're cool.

No, no, not you.

I just got a co-ed
baby shower invitation

from Andre Rashad.

I knew I over-emoji'd
his Instagram post.

Ugh. I've done that.

- What did you send?
- A whole slew of smiley faces,

some woo-hoo-hands.

Think there might've been some
prayer hands thrown in there.

Still! Andre shouldn't think you're
showing up to his baby shower.

- Ugh!
- I know.

Is that a registry attached?

- It sure is.
- Oh.

Look at this shit. "Baby
Bassinet Swivel Sleeper 2.0."

So glad they updated it.

$549 for a Wearable Double-Breast Pump.

- 'Cause that's always a good look.
- Eh.

Wow. I thought the baby biz
was nuts when I had my kid.

Lesson learned. Next time
I get out of a relationship,

I'm gonna cut 'em off,
like you do with your exes.

- I don't c-cut 'em off.
- Yeah, you do.

Cold turkey's your
spirit animal, remember?

- No, I...
- Look at me. I'm not judging you.

Seems smart now.

Here's my gift: The Peek-A-Boo
Luxury All-Terrain Baby Stroller.

- 999 smackeroos.
- Nya.

- Hm?
- Shut the registry.

Your emoji-explosion was your gift.

No. Fuck that. Peek-A-Boo this.

- What are you doing?
- Ride your baby around

in this bad boy, Hipster Heidi.

And every time you carry
it up a flight of stairs,

know it's from Andre Rashad's

Columbia law professor ex-wife

with plenty of disposable income.

- You showed them.
- Damn right.

You know, a lotta people have no idea

how to process gender individuality.

And that is because

every time we are represented
in mainstream media,

we have to be from some other galaxy.

'Kay?

Or, like, some super-skinny model.

Or, like, uh, an ethereal magical elf

with an ethereal magical
elf septum nose ring.

Now, please put your hands together for

Cheryl Diaz!

Give it up for Jay Mendez! I did.

Ugh, he's so hot.

Okay. So, um, I've been
dating a lot recently.

And I don't know if other ladies

can relate to this,

but I'm fucking starving!

I haven't had a full meal in weeks.

It's like, "No, no, no, no, no.

- You-you have the black truffle-shaved pasta."
- Mm.

"And the pork chop.
And the side of fries.

I'll have the small dinner salad...

"dressing on the side.

Yeah, 'cause I'm petite.

No, I am, I am. This
is all boob weight."

And now I've got his full attention.

Right? I got his attention,
I got his attention,

I got his attention, his attention.

Ah, God, so...

Are you all right?

Why didn't you get a
vasectomy when I asked you to?

Uh... eight years ago?

Yes, eight years ago,

right after Gabby was born.

Why didn't you?

Well, if you wanna stop
annihilating that poor pillow,

we can have a conversation.

Okay. If you remember, you
were a little postpartum

after you had Gabby,
so when you asked...

You can't be "a little" postpartum.

Sorry.

Okay.

I wasn't sure if it was
just the hormones talking...

It's never "just the hormones."

Man, I can't do anything right.

You could've, if eight years ago,

you had done what I asked you to.

Like I said...

I wasn't sure what
you were going through,

so I kinda let it slide

in the event that
someday, in the future,

we might decide to have
another child when...

When my career was taking off?

Lis... you can do this.

If anyone can, you can.

And I'll be here to help.

You are in the middle
of a political campaign.

Ya barely help me with the three kids

we already have.

What happens when you win?

Then...

should we be having
the other discussion?

It's your decision, Lisa.

Whatever is best for
you, that's what I want.

I really appreciate you saying that.

I've thought about it, but I can't.

I mean, I'm really grateful
that I have that option,

but...

I just need to wrap my head
around this new reality.

I will.

I always do.

You always do.

What did you wanna see me about?

Your attitude. In, bright eyes.

I warn ya, I'm not in a good mood.

I just found out I'm a dinosaur.

A gay dinosaur. Practically extinct.

Please, let's not go down

the plastic surgery route again, okay?

- Your face is fine.
- No, it-it's not my face.

- It's my ass.
- Okay, we'll get to that in a bit. Sit.

Oh. We're drinking?

- Yes, because...
- No, oh, I don't need a reason.

Stanford asked me to speak to you.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

That's nice. Over a year without a word.

Where's Baldo now?

He's, um, he's back in Japan, in Kyoto.

He went to see the Geishas.

Oh, yeah. More "gay" than "sha."

And...

he's staying.

Staying?

So, what, he's Japanese now?

Kind of.

- He's a Shinto monk.
- Get the fuck outta here!

A... Good Photoshop. What's the bit?

No, no, no. There's no bit.

He had a big, ugly fight
with his TikTok client.

She fired him and ran off to Berlin.

He wandered around
Kyoto for days crying.

Eventually found his way
into a temple where...

I guess, he stopped crying.

And he wrote...

"Carrie, for the first
time in my life...

I felt peace. Real peace."

What's a monk do?

Um, well, they, um,
keep up the public altar,

put out fresh flowers, facilitate
the tourists' temple visits.

So, basically, God's concierge.

Basically, yes.

Why didn't he tell me this himself?

Um... "I'd tell Anthony myself,

but I know he'd make fun of it."

- Which I just did.
- Which you just did.

He also wrote,

"My lawyers have enclosed

all the legal work needed.

The apartment and all
of my belongings...

are now his.

I want no attachments.

I have let go of all things
that no longer serve me.

And I let it all go with love."

I am stunned.

He's let it all go,

and I sit here still
holding on to things

I'm not sure even serve me.

Good for him.

Good for him.

To Stanny.

Mm.

Who gets to keep the photo?

Oh, I do. I'm very attached.

Charlotte!

- Charlotte!
- Where you goin', girl?

What? I'm goin' home.

We heard you sold the Alex Israel.

And when one of us sells
a piece over $100,000,

we take them out to drinks.

Oh, that is so sweet!

But, you know, it's already 6:30.

I've got dinner, I've
got kids' homework.

Big yikes! Girl... you
are the main character.

You sold to fuckin' Sam fuckin' Smith.

I did, yes. And thank you.

But maybe some other time,

'cause my family's waiting for me.

But it's our ritual!

Well... if it's our ritual,

then one drink.

Yes! There we go!

It's so wee. See?

Oh, hey, I don't wanna sit up front.

- Okay.
- I sat up front at this comedy club in Norfolk...

- Yeah.
- ... and the comic made fun of me.

- Called me "Country Lurch."
- Aww.

Hey.

I only invited 15 guests
to the last supper.

I left a chair open...

in case... a certain...

handsome man I love very much

changes his mind at the last minute

about a fancy meal.

- FYI.
- Oh, thank you.

That's so sweet, but Country Lurch

- is never setting foot in that apartment.
- Aww.

What? This is a surprise.

- Yeah.
- Hi.

Well... I, I was thinkin' about it,

and I, I don't wanna be someone
who throws exes away anymore.

I mean, I can't treat Che
the way I treated Skipper.

Skipper! Oh, my... That was, like...

- That was 25 years ago.
- I know.

- And it still bothers me.
- Oh.

Well, I'm sure Che's
very touched you came out.

Oh, they don't know.
I'm surprising them.

Shh.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right, all right!

- To Charlotte, who is straight up...
- Aw.

- ... badass slaying at Kasabian!
- Whoa.

- Oh, so sweet. Thank you.
- Woo!

Ah!

Take a breath, girl.

- You're getting another text.
- Ugh! Stop texting me!

Oh, my God!

You guys are a good-looking crowd!

Yeah, okay, okay.

Okay, I know your scene.

Cis-hetero guy with his cis-hetero lady

cruising the queer comedy club

looking for some nasty
non-binary dick slash pussy.

See, that would've been me.

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah. Mm-hmm.

It's cool, dude. I'm into cis guys.

I'm trans.

Okay.

This non-standup cannot
get a bigger laugh than me.

- I'm cute. Look at my face.
- Che... hey.

Okay, I won you back.

Toby, thanks for comin'.

Yeah, don't wanna get
in the way of your flow

or whatever before.
I just wanted to say,

- "Hey, I'm here."
- Are we ready for our next comic?

- Oh, shit.
- Okay!

Please welcome to the stage,
after far too long, Che Diaz!

Give it up! Let's give it up. Yes!

Hey!

- Jess Henderson, everybody!
- Period! You're fuckin' welcome!

The very shy Jess Henderson.

So, I just got out of an
eight-month relationship

with a married, straight white woman.

I know... I know what you're thinking.

Eight months?

Wouldn't it have been quicker
and less painful to just

slam my dick in a car door?

The good news: She was
very sexually adventurous.

Oh, yeah. Wild, in fact.

Yeah, she brought four
people into our bed.

Yeah. Me, her, her husband, and her son.

So, not so much a fuck, as a mind fuck.

So, before me, she'd only been with men.

So, the first time we had
sex... it took forever!

No, really, she kept waiting

for my clit to get hard. It was like...

- "Should I just... "
- Wow.

"Should I do that? Is that... "

Woo! Yeah, my lady was very confused.

"Am I queer? Am I bi?
Am I les? Am I... "

Just all over the LGBTQIA+ menu.

Just, "I'll take queer.

Uh, yeah, with a side of
bi. Uh, hold the mayo."

And it's not just her.

Yeah, I was, I was confused as well.

We were both kind of in the same place.

Yeah... she was confused
about... everything

and I was confused about
why I was fucking her.

- I have to go. I'm sorry.
- Okay.

- Same place, right?
- Sorry.

That's the same place. Ish?

Uh...

Sorry.

Uhh, meanwhile?

You. Shut yourself up.

Ooh!

All right, ya know what? Ya know what?

There's, like, 37
other non-binary comics

at the bar just dyin' to get up here,

so, thank you, good night.

Thank you.

Miranda.

Not funny! Not funny!

- I didn't know you were here.
- What difference does that make?

What kind of a person gets up on stage

and makes jokes like that
about what happened between us?

A stand-up... That kinda person.

Why are you so surprised?
I'm a stand-up comic.

That's what I do. I get
on stage and I make jokes

about the bad things
that happen in my life.

I'm a bad thing that
happened in your life?

God, it's all bad, Miranda!

- That's the fuckin' point of comedy!
- I never thought of you

as a bad thing that happened in my life.

- Until now! Now I do!
- Okay.

And, and w-where were
all the jokes about what

a fucking mess you are?!

- I was getting to them.
- Sure.

Che?

Hey... you okay?

Guess who that was?

Yeah... I figured.

Why am I always having
to remind people who I am?

I'm so fuckin' tired of having to
explain myself to people for years.

Or go on fuckin' stage
and perform some version

of myself that they'll find acceptable.

I'm so fuckin' over it.

Sorry.

No. You know what? I-I'm not sorry.

Good. Don't be. Own it
all, all of your feelings.

There's nothing hotter
than a strong enby person.

Shit. Now I'm sorry.

I didn't even ask if you were
open to being called enby.

I just got all caught up.

Thank you for asking.
I, I-I appreciate that.

And, yes, enby suits me just fine.

All right, I'm gonna go.

Can I walk with you?

Oh, shit. I forgot my two notebooks.

Whatever. Fuck it. I don't fucking care.

Fuck it all.

She's home.

- Mom?
- Mom!

Charlotte? Where have you been?

We've been calling
and texting for hours!

I texted you...

that I was with work friends

because... I am slaying at work!

- Are you wasted?
- We did some shots!

We... I've been... It's
been hours! We were worried!

You could've at least
texted back that you're okay!

I couldn't! Because... I

threw my phone into a
pitcher of margaritas.

It was hilarious.

And then I don't know where it went.

The phone or the margaritas.

God, Mom, you're so gross.

Hey! I was a person... before you!

I was a person before all of you!

I am more than just
your wife and your moms!

And you need to get that, okay?

And get it together!

God! Ugh!

Hi, baby.

Hey, say goodbye to this hotel

'cause I'm gonna have at
least the bedroom ready

for the first night...

at our place right
after the last supper.

How poetic is that?

Very.

- Say "our place" again.
- Our place.

Our place.

This is gonna be so great.

You have us in the country,

and I have us in the city.

Like that children's story,

"The City Mouse and the Country Lurch."

Hm.

Hey, you know how a
while back you told Che

- that you made a mistake about us?
- Hm.

Well, since then, I've been thinkin'

I made mistakes about us as well.

Such as?

Uh, I was so damn determined

- to lock it down between us that...
- Hm.

Now I know

lockin' it down with someone
doesn't mean jack shit.

Look at me and Kathy.

Yeah, but you have your boys.

That's right. I do.

And speaking of "I do,"

when I couldn't get you
to sign a marriage license,

I forced you into
signing a lease with me

on that apartment next door to yours.

Couldn't make that work either.

You know why I never
wanted to go back in there?

'Cause... you didn't
wanna feel that hurt.

Mm-mm. I was afraid I'd get
mad at ya all over again.

And that was a mistake, too.

Kathy.

Why is she callin' this late?

Hey, everything all right?

Uh-huh.

Well, other than that, is he all right?

All right, let me get off this call

so I can see about flights.

All right.

W-Wyatt's in the ER.
He broke his collarbone.

He, he drove my truck into a tree.

But he's, he's only 14
and this is Kathy's week.

How did he even get to the truck?

- Um, isn't-isn't it at the farm?
- Yeah.

No, I'm... I, I don't know. I, I...

I don't have the details, I just...

- I gotta get a flight ASAP.
- Yeah, I'll help you.

Honey?

- Honey.
- Hm?

Something's not right.

- What? With what?
- I'm bleeding.

Well, let's go. Let's
go to the hospital.

Yeah. Okay. But, um,
I think it's too late.

Come on.

Oh.

- Hey. What's up?
- Hey, Carrie.

So, after last night with Che,

I'm, I'm afraid I don't feel comfortable

- coming to your last supper.
- Well, too bad. You're coming.

Come on, Miranda. We're not
in high school, you know?

You're not gonna hide from your ex
in the AV room till summer break.

Hey, that's not fair.

You didn't hear what Che
said to me on the street.

I'm not just talking about Che.

Then who are you talking about?

Steve, Miranda.

You have no idea what's
even going on with Steve

and you were married to
him. You shared a life.

I'm sorry if you'll feel uncomfortable,

but you're here, you're
alive, you're important to me,

and you're coming.

- I'll see ya tonight.
- Yes, you will. Thank you!

- Hi.
- Hi. I'm at the hospital.

- How is he?
- It's more than his collarbone.

He broke his leg in two places.

She didn't wanna tell
me till I got here.

W-What did happen?

He got in a fight with his mom.

Uh, he snuck outta the house

and hitched 30 miles back to the farm...

and he had a few beers.

And then he got in my
truck to drive back...

and he hit a tree.

A-And he totaled the truck.

Oh, my God. Well, why, why
was he going to the farm?

He said... he said,

"I wanted to sleep at my dad's house."

I should've been there, Carrie.

I should've been there.

Oh. Oh, Aidan. Honey.

Oh, honey... He'll be okay. Breaks heal.

- They heal.
- I should've been there!

And just like that, for the first time,

I was worried.

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