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- Hey.

Why are you leaving so early?

- Any later,
and Uber surges so high that

I've already spent
my day's salary.

- Take the ferry.
It's free.

- There's a reason for that.

- Don't--

Don't be absurd, Enzo.

I just need to get to work.

Oh, yeah.

- Shh.

Oh, let me look at you.

- Oh.
- Nice, nice.

You have a big job, no?

- Well, head of marketing at
a top-tier publishing house, so.

- Come for supper this weekend.
The whole family will be here.

We want to know
everything about the woman

who's spending so much time
with our Enzo.

- Hm.

- Of course, I love to cook.

- Wonderful!

Then make a dish.

- Yeah.

- Eh.

- Arrivederci.

- Oh, no peeking.

Josh says you have to wait
until tonight's launch party.

- Oh, no, but I brought coffee.
No fair.

- Well, life's not fair,
flamingo.

Surely you know that by now.

- Wait, Kelsey got to see
the renovation, and I don't?

- I'm his roommate.

- Yeah, well I'm his--

- Forget it.

Josh has totally
transformed Inkburg.

It's like he signed
that ten-year lease

and he's just older
and more mature.

He still really
wants to impress you.

- I've been impressed with Josh
since the day I met him.

- Think there could ever be
a thing between you guys again?

- You know I'm in a thing
with someone else.

And--

- Do you mind
keeping Charles and me

to yourself for now?

- Did Charles want you
to ask me that?

- No. It's a powder keg at work,
and I...

- As far as I know,
there's no relationship.

- Right.
No relationship.

- And in chapter 12,

where you got fired
from your first job,

that should be chapter one.

- Well, "Claw"
is not an autobiography.

It's a call to arms.

- Well, it can be both.

You wouldn't
invest in a business

without doing
your due diligence.

Readers are the same way;
they want to know who you are

before they buy
what you're selling.

- It's, um, it's interesting.

I'm used to being the one giving
the notes, not getting them.

But they're good.

- Our best and brightest.

So welcome aboard, Quinn.

We are, uh,
excited to have you here.

- Thank you.
- I'll leave you to it.

We need another chapter

about the dating double standard
applied to successful women.

- Oh, I can't imagine
you have trouble dating.

- Okay, so as men get more
successful, the pool expands.

And for women, let's just say
it's a paradox.

Is Charles dating anybody?

- Uh, nothing that
he's been public about.

- Mm-mm.
Very single.

As far as we know.
- Which we don't know, for sure.

- Oh, but, officially,

single's the word.

Okay.

Well, um,
I'm gonna dash downtown.

I gotta give some advice
to my friends

at the Federal Reserve.

- Oh.
That sounds interesting.

- Yeah, only if you've
never met them before.

- Wow, you laid that on
a little thick there.

- Okay, well, I'm just
doing what you told me to.

- I know, but she--
- Come on.

I can only keep
so many secrets for you, Liza.

- Hey.
Leave the door open.

- You got it.

- I'm glad you stopped by.

Quinn came in after the meeting

to say how impressed she was
with the two of you.

- Mm, I doubt
that's the only reason why.

- You don't have to sit and
look like you're taking notes.

- I'm not.
I'm doodling.

- Oh.
- He's got sunglasses.

I, um, I think
Quinn has a little crush.

- She asked about you.

- I couldn't say anything.

- Next time it comes up,
tell her that

divorced moms from Jersey
are more my style.

- What do you think about

getting out of the city
for the weekend?

- I would love to,

but I've been invited to

a conference in Sun Valley.

- Oh.

That's so cool.
What's it for?

Uh, do you have to
make a presentation or...

- No, they're not
too interested in hearing from

old media these days.

- Okay.

Well, um, well,
enjoy your weekend.

I can't kiss you good-bye, so,

just...

Notes?

Here you go.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

Diana, hi.

I was--I was just giving

Charles some thoughts
on Sun Valley.

- What thoughts could you
possibly have?

Charles, I just
emailed you talking points.

Smile, and don't
suffer through every photo,

especially with Bezos and Cook--

but not Zuckerberg,
he's taken enough.

From all of us.

- Oh, um,
from one of my girls.

- Lovely.

Such large lips.
Must be Nicole.

Liza.

Call Sant Ambroeus.
I need a knockout Italian dish.

And put it in one of those
casserole containers

so it looks homemade.

Enzo's mother invited me
to a family potluck,

and she will be judging me

with all of her unibrow.

- Oh, well, Maggie could help.

Her lasagna is legendary.

The first time I ate it,
I cried.

- Crying is good.

Inducing a major cardiac event
would be better.

Call Maggie.
- Okey-dokey.

- Wowzers.
- Jeez Louise.

- I know,
it's so much better

than that man cave
crack den that it was before.

- Oh, yeah,
it never felt safe to sit.

- Oh, no, I used to
come down here

and just wet-wipe everything.

- Smart.
- Yeah.

Where's the man of the hour?

- Over there by face tat.

both: Ugh.

- Hey.
- Hi!

Oh, my gosh.

- You made it.
- I wouldn't have missed it.

This is incredible.
How did you do all this?

- Oh, it, uh,
took a little bit of time,

but you wouldn't know that

'cause you haven't
really been around.

Uh, hey, uh, this is--
this is Skye.

- Hey.
- She's another tattoo artist.

She specializes in do-overs.

- More like repurposing.

I redesign regret.

- Ah.

- I do, but none that I regret.

- Yeah, I got one for her;
she got one for me.

It was supposed to be
for her birth year,

but we, uh,
got the details a little fuzzy.

Yeah.
Still tells a story, right?

- It does.
- I love the line work.

- Thanks.

- Uh, she's a 12, actually.

- Gorgeous.
How long did this take?

- I don't know, she blasted
through it in like 45 minutes.

- Wow, that's...
- Yeah.

- Excuse me, everyone.

Uh, can I get your attention?
Thank you.

- Uh, okay,
so five years ago,

a cute little bumpkin
from Fairmont, West Virginia

rented this, to be frank,
shitty tattoo shop.

- Hey.

- And five years later,
it has turned into

a Williamsburg institution.

- Yeah,
Josh won't tell you that

he's been on the cover of

magazines in,
like, seven countries.

And Josh won't tell you that

he has tattooed Kelly Slater
and Demi Lovato--

Stop!

- He will just
humbly and skillfully

and with his big, romantic heart
just transform people.

- And now places.

To Inkburg 2.0.

Mazel Josh.
We love you, dude.

- To Josh!
all: To Josh!

- Thank you, everyone,
for coming out tonight.

Uh.

I just want to
acknowledge one person

in particular, who, uh,

really showed up for me.

I was ready to
walk away from all this.

Uh, she inspired me

to not give up, so

thank you, Liza.

All right,
let's break this place in!

Drinks are on me.

Hey.
- Hey.

Caitlin?

- Oh.
- Hi.

- Hi, Mom.

- How did you--

- I, uh, I probably
should have told you,

but we wanted to surprise you.
- Yeah.

- Oh--you two know
how I hate surprises.

But this is a nice one.

I'm glad that
you two are in touch.

- Well, we know--we
follow each other on Instagram.

- And all the way
to the city for this party.

That's a big effort.
- Um.

Well, I'm also here
for a wedding,

um, I'm invited to
with a friend.

- Oh, that sounds fun.

Cool.
Where is she?

- Uh, "he."

Over there.

He's cute.

No, not him.

Uh, him.

Babe.
Babe, uh,

this is--
this is Josh.

This is his place.

- Josh, congratulations.
I'm Greg.

- And I'm the mom.

I'm--I'm Caitlin's mom.
I'm Liza.

- Oh, uh, wow,
it's really nice to meet you.

I've heard so much about you.

Will you excuse us
for just a minute?

Now I know why you wanted
to keep this a secret.

Are you serious?

- I wouldn't introduce you to

someone I'm not serious about.

- He is your father's age.
- No.

Greg's younger than Dad.
I checked.

- Well, he is still
too old for you.

- Mom, stop.
Look where we are.

I mean, whose place is this?
Talk about glass houses.

I thought you'd be
cool with this.

- Okay.

Can we

Can we all get together
this weekend?

- Sure.
Let's do brunch.

I'll invite Josh too,
unless that's weird for you?

- No.
It's not weird at all.

But that is.

how did you two meet?

- Um, on campus.

- Um, well, teaching, actually.

I'm an English professor.

- Well,
not my English professor.

Anymore.

Uh, once we started,
I switched classes.

- Mm.

- No, we severed
our academic relationship

to allow for a romantic one.

- Mm.

Bottomless Bloody Marys, right?

Oh, yeah.
Let's get our two-hours' worth.

- Let's keep going.
- Fill 'em up!

- Mm-hmm.
- I love brunch!

- So,

Vassar's totally cool with

teachers dating students
or what?

- Uh, well, we, um,

we keep it very private
on campus.

- Just for now.

- Or at least
until I get tenure.

- Ah, benvenuto, Diana.

You brought a dish.

- That was the assignment.

Lasagna alla Bolognese.

- Grazie mille.

Come.

Diana, this is the family.

Antonio and Valentina.

Mia, Claudia,

Paolo, Paula,

Giovanni, Nicoletta,

Sandro, and little Roberto.

- Little Roberto.
Okay.

- No pop quiz.
Promise.

- And so, where do you fit in

with this beautiful brood?

- He's our baby brother.

And he ain't leaving the nest.

- Ah.

- Diana, you look familiar.

Have we met before?
- I don't...

- Have you ever played cards
at the South Shore Country Club?

- Definitely not.

- I tried your lasagna.

- Come help me in the kitchen.
- Oh.

Just--
just take--

- Okay.

So,

let's start with the eels.

Usually my fish monger
would peel them.

Peel?

Um, these are alive.

- But chilled.

That keeps their hearts
beating slow.

One whack will fix that.

- Well, thanks for
buying us brunch, Mom.

- Hey, what kind of parent
would I be

if I didn't
look after my little girl?

- We should, uh,
probably get out of here.

- Yeah. Okay, have fun
at the wedding tonight, sweetie.

- Nice meeting you.
- Don't get any ideas.

- Ow, ow--okay.
- Yep. Mm-hmm.

Bye.
- It was great meeting you.

- Yes.
- Bye, babe.

both: Bye.
- Yes.

Yes, yes, yes...

She's living her life
to torture me.

- You should really
try to shut that one down.

- Oh--I wish
parenting worked that way.

She's just gonna
do what she wants.

If I try to shut it down,
she'll just shut me out.

- Yeah, but you could try,
at least.

- Yeah, but then--
and then I'd be a hypocrite.

- Because I've, um,

I've been doing
the same thing at work

with, um, Charles.

I thought that deal was over?

- Not quite.

- Oh, uh, so it's
been going on this whole time?

Behind my back
when we were together?

Behind his wife's back when--
- No.

This time is different.

We're being honest
with each other.

And I--
I wanted to tell you sooner.

Because I'm trying
to be more real.

You're trying to be real?

Come on, Liza, you don't even
know what real is anymore.

And anything that
you think that you have

with Charles right now,

that's not real.

How can it be when you're
sneaking behind everyone's back?

I was honest about everything
when we were together.

I told everyone about it.

I mean, I wore my heart
on my sleeve for you.

I mean, I literally got it
tattooed on me.

"Real."

- Brunch with Caitlin and
this way-too-older man was bad,

but the walk home with Josh
was worse.

What?
What is it?

- Well, they say
bad things come in threes.

- This was on Quinn Tyler's
Instagram story today.

- We are at Allen and Company's conference in Sun Valley,

and I have walked out of yet another boring presentation

on the end of privacy.

And I brought a hostage.

- I do not
approve this message.

- Maybe I did too good of a job
covering for you.

I'm so sorry.

- Diana, mix the Parmesan
in the risotto--

oh, marone, not so much.

And the basil.

Okay, andiamo, andiamo.

Andiamo! Andiamo!
Let's eat!

- Bravo!

- Prego, prego.

No sweat.
Well, a little sweat.

- Told you she was something,
huh, Ma?

- Eh.

Oh, we forgot
the eel spaghettini.

- I'm up.
I'll get it.

- Don't forget to garnish.

- It looks awesome, Ma.

- Yeah.

- Eel spaghettini.

- You garnished it with cheese.

- It is pasta.

- It is eel!

Who puts cheese on seafood?

- Ma, it doesn't matter.
- Oh, marone.

She may be smart
in the business,

but she's a dummy
in the kitchen.

- Okay.
I'm done.

I am too old to fight.

- Dian--
Yeah.

You're too old.

You're an old lady
who can't cook.

- Ma!
Diana, don't listen to her.

- You didn't make that lasagna.

And you're not right for my son!

You're not Italian.

He's a hardworking man,
and he needs a woman

who can take care of him,
and it's not you!

- You are the reason
Enzo is single.

You push every woman away.

I am not gonna waste my time

trying to impress a mother
who has held her son hostage

his entire life.

Torment the next woman
who comes along.

Ciao a tutti.

- Hey.

- How'd you know
I'd take the ferry?

- Wild guess.

And you've been humming
"Let the River Run" all week.

I'm sorry, Diana.

Ma shouldn't have
said those things.

She's a lot.

- No, your brother's cologne
was a lot.

Your mother was too much.

I like strong women.

- Enzo, we were foolish
to think this would work out.

We're from two different worlds.

- Yes, we are.

Which is why
I'm moving to yours.

- Oh, no, no, no,
you're not moving in with me.

I tried that before.
Believe me, it doesn't end well.

A parrot died.

- No.
I'm getting my own apartment.

In Manhattan.

You were right.
It's time.

Give me a chance, please.

Yeah, I have a crazy family,

and I might be a late bloomer,

but I got a lot to give.

- Sambuca.
Just in case we get crazy.

- Ugh, I already feel crazy.

What if Charles and I
are just a fantasy?

And the reality is this,
me on the outside looking in,

not even a part
of my own relationship--

if this even is a relationship.

- I hate seeing you reduced
to someone's sidepiece.

You deserve better than that.

Hey.
- Hey.

What happened to the wedding?
- Oh, Mom, it was so boring.

Everyone was old,
and no one danced.

He told me to leave.

Why?
- I'll kill him.

- Another faculty member
from Vassar was there.

We were gonna get busted, and...

You know, I'm just so tired
of sneaking around campus,

and I thought New York
would be different.

Sweetie, I'm so sorry.

You deserve better than that.

We both do.

Caitlin, it's time
I told you something.

- I knew we needed that Sambuca.

- I have been
secretly dating someone too.

My boss.

Where?

Maggie said
you were a task rabbit.

But I'm not the one
on trial here.

- The truth is
is that I'm back in publishing.

- Oh, well,
why didn't you just say that?

- But I had trouble
getting a job,

so I lied about my age.

- Okay.
How old do they think you are?

- 27.

You're messing with me?

- Um, I'm not.

- Uh, have they seen you
in daylight?

- Look, I've been
wanting to tell you,

but--
- She didn't want to burden you.

Plus, she thought you'd blab.

- Right.

- Honey, I can't
tell you what to do about Greg,

but I can tell you
from my own experience

that it's better to be in
an open and honest relationship.

We accept the love
we think we deserve.

And you deserve
much more than this.

- Last call to keep it.

It's such a pretty dragon
to do-over.

- No, I'm done with it.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I missed you.

- Me too.

But it looked like you
had fun in Sun Valley though.

I, uh, saw you
on Quinn's Instagram.

- I ran into her.

Wha--wait.
Do you think--

- I--I don't know what to think.
I mean, I--

I barely heard from you
all weekend,

and you clearly
spent a lot of time with her.

- It was entirely
business-related.

She was flirting with you.

- She wasn't flirting with me.

She is flirting with making
an investment in the company.

That's what we were
talking about in Sun Valley.

What? That's amazing.

You could have told me that.

- After what happened
with Kelsey,

I'm trying to keep
work and us separate.

And I thought that we agreed
that we would keep us

quiet for now.

- I know.
I know we did.

But I--

I just spent the weekend
telling my daughter

not to be some guy's secret.

I don't want to be
in a relationship

I can't be open about.

- I understand.

But now is just
not the right time.

- Call me when it is.