All language subtitles for Grosse Pointe Garden Society s01e09 The Cup.eng

- Previously on "Grosse Pointe
Garden Society"...

- Apparently, somebody bought
"Lady Justice on Fire."

- No one's buying
your art, son.

- But I'm selling it.
- To these two.

- You know what is real?

Being the regional director
at the sign company.

- We won the Southeastern
Michigan Gardening Cup

ten years in a row until
Bloomfield Hills cheated

with their genetically
engineered magnolias.

- They won us
the cup last year.

- They came out of nowhere,
gave me a scholarship

I didn't deserve.

- You're an investment.

- I think I'm more than that.

- I'm just trying to figure out
where I fit in here.

- You don't.

- A writing sample
doesn't just magically

appear on an editor's desk.

- I put you up for it.

- What are you,
her life coach, Brett?

- Please stop.

- Who knows you better, Alice?

Your husband or this joke?

Answer the question.

- Like she even has to.

- Come on.

Him or me?

[muffled pop music playing
in distance]

Answer the question.

- Neither!

I am so beyond tired
of everyone thinking

they know
what is best for me.

Oh, she should go to New York.

No, she should have a family.

- Can we please just go?

- I am not going anywhere!

- Alice, can you please-
- I am not going anywhere.

Stop!
- Enough, man!

[Stevie Wonder's
"Isn't She Lovely" playing]

- So which squares
did you do, honey?

- All the best ones.

- [laughs]
Who did the sailboat?

- Marilyn.

- All for a good cause.

- Oh.

- [laughs]
[glasses clink]

- Certainly outdid
yourself, Marilyn.

- Oh, champagne isn't
even flat this year.

- How is that
handsome son of yours?

- Well, Dougie just got a
promotion at the sign company.

- How exciting.

- Junior exec in the making.

- Don't touch me!

- Whoa.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Stop.
- Guys. Guys.

- Back off!
- Stop.

- Hey! Hey!
- Chill! Chill!

- He's come a long way
from graffitiing

the gas station in high school.

[laughs]

- Oh, that was more
of a misunderstanding.

- [grunts]
- Oh!

- Dougie!

- Well, I'm happy
he found his way.

- And we are very proud.

[grunting]

[crashing]

- We'll make a Grosse Pointer
out of him after all.

- Mm.

- [choking]

[laughter]

[birds chirping]
[wind whooshing]

- Dougie, I understand
you're upset, honey.

I would really love it if you-
if you would just call me.

[sighs]

- Mango from
the farmers' market.

- No, I lost my appetite.

- He'll come around.

- How do you know?

- Because you're a great mom.

- I know. I know.

- Your heart is always
in the right place, honey.

- I know.

I guess it-
it's not really my fault.

- So quit being
so hard on yourself

and have some...

mango.

[plucky music]

- This never would
have happened

if you had just
kept your mouth shut.

?

- You're the one
that bought his damn art.

- Well, so did his wife.

[fork clatters]

- You should know better.

- And you should fix this.

[Matthew Dear's "Bad Ones"]

- In every relationship,
there's a gardener and garden.

One nurtures the other.

[gunfire and groaning
on television]

?

- You ever gonna paint again?
- [sighs]

What's the point?

- ? I haven't stolen
things in years ?

- Thanks.
- ? Hate flowers

? But I'm gonna
leave you souvenirs ?

? Freaking out and paralyzed

? Your body

- The gardener has to provide
the right balance

of attention
to help the garden grow.

- Any word from the kid?

- ? I'm one of the bad ones

? That's why you feel lucky

?

? If I was one
of the good ones ?

- Want anything to drink?

- I'll take some wine.

- OK.

?

Get me one too.

- [scoffs]

?

- ? That's why
you feel lucky ?

- Tend too much, and you'll
drive the other person away.

- ? Hate flowers, but they
seem to work on you, my dear ?

? I haven't told you lies
this year ?

- I mean, it still needs
a lot of work,

especially the part where
my ovaries come to life

and tie up Patty
and then hold her hostage.

?

- It's phenomenal.

- Really?
- Hilarious, smart.

It's just-it-

it's just really special,
Alice.

[imitates explosion]

- Don't tend enough,

and your relationship
will wither and die.

- No matter who takes home
the cup tomorrow,

our community gardens
are the real winners.

- Don't be too nice
to the competition.

- I have to be the mayor,
Marilyn,

not just your husband.
- Mr. Mayor, over here.

- The tricky part
is figuring out,

are you the gardener
or the garden?

?

- Madame President.

- Hello, Theodore.

- You look so thin from behind.

- [chuckles]

Is that a new cologne
I'm smelling,

or are you using mothballs
in your garden

to scare off the raccoons?

- We use deer urine.
- Mm.

That explains it.

- She's even more beautiful
this year, isn't she?

- Mm-hmm.

It's gonna look stunning
in our trophy case.

- Aren't we getting
a bit ahead of ourselves?

- Mm.

Not when the judge sees
what we have up our sleeves.

- Ah. He's new.

Riku.

No last name.

- Like I don't know.

He's a landscaping legend.

- Did Oprah's estate.

- Also no last name.

- [fake laugh]
Like I don't know.

- Mm.

You're in trouble, Teddy.

- Oh, was there a sale
on garden gnomes at Home Depot?

- Try Ranunculuses from Kyushu.

- [scoffs] Cute.

- Oh, you find
Fukuoka hybrids cute?

- Adorable.

- Hmm.
- Mm.

- You're gonna soil
your pink pants.

- [chuckles] I would,
except my pants are salmon,

and Bloomfield Hills has
a little surprise of our own.

- What?

- Wouldn't want
to ruin your day.

- Well, your resting
dick face already did.

- Excuse me?

- Dish.

- [whispering]

[intriguing music]

?

[dog barks]

- OK. How much was
that Kohl's card again?

- She gives me the same one
every year for 50 bucks.

- Why don't you ever use it?

- I'm a Gucci girl.

[laughter]

- OK, then.

I will see your Kohl's,
your Outback,

your Linens 'N Things,
and your Dunkin' Donuts

and raise you $200 at Sephora.

- Ooh!

- Is that my birthday present
you're wagering?

- Forgot to give it to you.

- [laughs] All right.

Let's see what you've got,
Ms. Bradley.

[mellow music playing]

- [sighs]

- Hoo hoo hoo!

Guess who's not going
Christmas shopping this year?

- Ah, ah.

That Sephora's mine.

- [laughs] Fine.

- One more hand?

- Uh, we gotta get
back to work, so-

- OK.

Uh, tomorrow then?

Yeah?

- We'll text you.

- I'll pop by Tory Burch,
load up on gift cards.

Ooh.

Should we get a bartender?

- It's not happening, lady.

- But that was so much fun.

- You're missing the point.

- What's the point?

- To trash talk our bosses.

- You do that to my face.

- But the other girls can't.

They work for some
of your friends.

- Those women aren't
really my friends anymore.

- Well, you could
always play online.

- [laughs]

[pensive music]

?

- It is done.

[applause]

- I think
it's our best one yet.

- So what do we do now?

- Pray.

- When did you find religion?

- I, uh-

I just really need a win.

- Mm.

- Cup's not gonna bring
your car business back.

Win or lose, it's the journey.

- Oh, honey,
that's just what losers say.

- So tomorrow it's just over?

- Well, there's always
next season.

- Yeah, but do we, like,
hang out until then?

Or just heart each other's
Instas until spring?

- I'm not on Instagram.

- Catherine.

We're gonna lose.

- What are you talking about?

- They have a secret weapon.

- So do we.
- Theirs is better.

- What could be better than
something so valuable

it had to be smuggled
up Donna's-

- Ghost orchids.

- Oh.

[downbeat music]

- What's the big deal?

- They're only found
in Cuba and, like,

remote Caribbean islands.

- And now they're
in Bloomfield Hills.

?

- We're gonna lose hard.

[whimsical music]

?

- Is it today?

- It is, honey.

- Why do you look so sad?

- I just really want to win.

- But you always say it doesn't
matter if we win or lose.

[music stops]

- Not when
it comes to gardening.

[pensive music]

The Southeastern
Michigan Gardening Cup

is awarded by point system
in four main categories.

[upbeat music]

- Number one, unity
and balance of garden design.

?

- Number two, horticultural
elements of the flower,

such as color, size,
texture, and height.

- Number three,
proper maintenance

such as weeding, deadheading,
and overall upkeep.

?

- And finally, number four,

the use of hardscape elements
to enhance

but not overwhelm the design.
[music winds down]

[crow caws]

- Take that, Bloomfield Hills.

[quirky music]

?

- What did you do?

- Put us back in the game.

- They're so-

- Large.

- How do I know these guys?

- So they're called Moai.

You may recognize them
from Easter Island

where they represent
the ancestors of the Rapa Nui.

- No, the mai tais
at Trader Vic's

come in glasses
just like these.

- So Buzz got them on loan
from a gallery downtown.

- What do the Moai have
to do with anything?

- Well, they-they watch over
and, uh, protect the community.

- Mm-mm.

- Excuse me?

- No.

- Oh, that sounds,
uh, very negative.

[tense music]

- You take them back
to whatever gallery

they came from right now
before the judge gets here.

- You can't take them out.

- Exactly.

Buzz's city workers
already got called away

for some water main break
on Kercheval, so-

- They're crushing
the delphinium.

- And the foxgloves
and the Loropetalum.

- And the azaleas.

- You had no right.

- Catherine,
we had to call an audible.

- We didn't spend
months and months

on this design
for people to miss work

and soccer games
and family trips

for you to call an audible!

- So I did what I had to do

to get the cup back
into our cabinet.

- We are a club.

- Yes, we are, Catherine.

With appointed positions, right?

?

[whispering] President,
vice president.

- OK, so there is a guy
walking towards us

who might be the judge,
or he might be a street mime.

I don't know.

It's a weird look,
and I don't feel good about it.

- OK.
OK, OK, OK, Riku.

Riku!

Ah, Riku, gosh.

Welcome
to our enchanted garden.

[plucky music]

- [sighs]

[phone ringing]

- Knock, knock.

They let you take lunch
around here?

- I gotta work, Dad.

- Thought you might say that.

I got chicken for you.

- Um, Mom send you?

- Come on, Dougie,
this is stupid.

- Hmm.

- I mean,
I'm in a tough spot here.

- Always cleaning up
her mess, yeah.

- Well, I am her husband.

- Mm-hmm.

And you are my dad.

- Come on, Dougie.

Can't we just get back to being

a normal dysfunctional family
again?

- You let her spend
all your money humiliating me

because you're her lapdog.

- You did it to yourself.

- What?

- I should have never
sent you to that art camp.

- What does Interlochen
have to do with any of it?

- You come home
with some trophy,

and next thing we know,
you have facial hair

and a tribal tattoo.

- I don't even know
what that means.

- What is so bad
about this, huh?

You're making money.

You're climbing the ranks.

- Just like you always wanted.

- Someday,
you're gonna realize

you should be
thanking your mother

for shaking some sense
into you.

- OK.

Lunch is over.

[somber music]

?

[upbeat pop music playing]

- Mm.

- Leave some for other people.

- But I'm hungry.

- There's a full dinner.

- [panicked breathing]
You have to come with me.

- What happened?

- It's Doug.

- Is he OK?
- No.

[suspenseful music]

[Polo & Pan's "Aqualand"]

?

- Unique choice.

- Well, we felt it brought
a spiritual significance.

- The craftsmanship...

is exquisite.

- [singing in French]

- Thank you so much.

?

- Stunning.

No other club was able
to get their hands

on marigolds this season.

?

- You've just got to know
where to look.

Marigolds!

?

- These beds...

are impeccably groomed.

- We're very proactive
when it comes to weeding.

- Am I hallucinating?

- Um, could be the pollen.

- How did you get
Japanese Ranunculus

to grow in this climate?

- They just needed
a little encouragement.

You're the sexiest sapling
I've ever seen.

?

- Is that a smile?

- It's not not a smile.

- It seems like
more of a smirk.

- Is that good or bad?

- We're getting all 10s.

- Wh-
- How do you know?

- Donna used to do handwriting
analysis for a friend of hers

that worked in the Bureau,
and she said she could tell

by the way the pen was moving.

- [laughs] We just might
have a shot at this thing.

[laughter]

- You're welcome, Catherine.

- Oh.

?

- Oh.

Whew.

- You guys win?

- We won't know till later.

- Ooh, brutal.
- Yeah.

The events are all spread out.

- Mm, like a bar mitzvah.

- [laughs]

What are you doing?

- I'm reading
your takedown of my mom.

[tense music]

- Oh, it's nothing.

Yeah, I was just venting.

- Yeah. Why did you write this?

- I don't know.

It's just built up.

- You put every horrible thing
that she's ever done in here.

- OK.

Well, it's like
the news, right?

There's always an angle,

depending on which site
you're on.

?

- Well...

you've always been right
about my mom.

- I have?

- Yeah.

I mean, they're selfish
and materialistic and judgy.

They-they think they're
better than everyone else.

- How many of those
have you had?

- Enough to make me realize
that they're monsters.

Wouldn't it be great
if everyone in town read this?

- [laughs] Are you kidding me?

No, Patty wouldn't be able
to set foot in the village

without people pointing.

- Bye-bye to their favorite
table at St. Clair Grille.

- Yeah.
- [laughs]

- Oh, the quilting circle
would have a lot to talk about.

- Oh, enough
for so many quilts.

- So many.
- Yeah.

- They'd never
speak to us again.

- And how is that a bad thing?

[upbeat music]

?

[paper smacks]
Mm.

?

- Looking for one of these?

- Always.

- Haven't seen you
at the tennis club lately.

- Because you guys
kicked me out.

- Water under
the bridge, ladies.

- Well, cheers.

[glasses clink]

- So...

how's the gardening?

- [laughs]
You mean community service.

- Call it what you want.

Those pampas plumes are gorge.

- Who knew you had such an eye?

- Oh.

I missed you bitches.

- Samesies.

[laughter]

- Any room on the gala
invite list?

- You know,
for some old friends.

- I'm sure I could get Marilyn
to move a few names around.

- [gasp] To old friends.

- To old friends.

- Welcome, everyone.

It's the moment
you've all been waiting for.

I'd like to thank
all the garden clubs here today

for bringing
their communities together

while beautifying their cities.

[applause]

- Where have you been?

- Ending my social penance.

- Cool. Where's my beer?

- Oh. Sorry, I forgot.

We can share.
- Shh!

- And what a privilege it is
to have our honored judge,

Riku, renowned horticulturalist

and landscaper to the stars,

decide this year's cup winner.

- Riku.

- Oh, my God, this is torture.
- Mm-hmm.

- OK, let's get to it already.

- And this year's winner...

was not an easy decision.

- Come on.

- The difference between
the winner and the runner up

was a mere three points,

but there is only one

Southeastern Michigan
Gardening Cup,

and this year it goes to-

- Donna, hold my clutch for me
when I'm up there, please.

- The Bloomfield Hills
Garden Guild!

[cheers and applause]

[plucky music]

?

[person whistles]

[gentle music]

- [groans]
- I know.

- To work this hard?

- And then, poof.

It's just gone.

- How did this happen?

- Cultural appropriation.

- What?

- 'Cause of Stonehenge
over there.

- They took eight points off
for hardscape?

- We would have won.

- Yeah, that would
have been better.

- Yeah.
- [sighs]

Marilyn did us dirty.

- Two years in a row.

- Why do we keep letting her?

- She's the president.

- Doesn't have to be.

[plucky music]

- Donna?

Did you say something?

- I've never heard
her speak before.

- None of us have.

- Weirdly louder
than I imagined.

?

- We can impeach Marilyn.

- Says who?

- There's a bylaw from 1957.

- Someone's been thinking
about this for a while.

- When faced with
a dereliction of duty,

the garden society can hold
a vote of no confidence.

- It's that easy?

- But it has to be unanimous.

- Um, how would we even-

- Raise your hands
if you want to replace

Marilyn with Catherine!

[indistinct murmuring]

?

With your vote, she's out.

?

- So who's gonna tell Marilyn
that she's been impeached?

- It feels like a job
for our new president.

?

[pop music playing]

- Dougie always said
you liked to write here.

- Oh, yeah.

Just, um, hard to be creative

in my, uh-my classroom.

- Get you a refill?

- No, I'm good.

- Oh.

Any snacks?

- [sighs]

You OK, Keith?

- May I?
- Yeah.

?

- I admire what you
and my son have.

- Thank you.

- Dougie really trusts you.

?

- I can't get him
to forgive you guys.

- When Patty
was a weather girl,

she worked with Skip Harding.

- Oh, the one
who covers sports?

- Yeah.

Weeknights, 6:00 and 11:00.

- Yeah.

?

Was he the one
who sexually harassed her?

- More mutual.

- Oh, my God.

- Not much harassment.

Yeah, just the sex part.

- No, I, uh-I get it.

- Anyways, um,
to save our marriage,

we decided that she would quit
the station and have a baby.

- Sounds healthy.

- [laughs]

It's what we people do here
to avoid our real problems.

- Patty, uh,
left out those details.

- Not surprised.

- Does Doug know any of this?

- He's... all I have, Alice.

- I'm sorry.

- I should let you get to it.

So what are you writing about?

- Uh, just a little
Grosse Pointe satire.

- Well, I play golf with
the editor of "The Gazette."

- Really?

- It's not New York, but if you
ever want to get it out there.

- I don't think now
is the right time.

- You just let me know.

[intriguing music]

?

- ...trying to kill him!

[shouting, grunting]

- Brett, come on!

- Someone do something.

- Oh, my God, stop!

- No!
- [grunts]

- Knock it off!

- Doug. Doug!

- Oh, my God.

- Your son's a psycho!

- Get the hell out of here.

- How could you?

Tonight?

Do you have any idea
how this looks?

- That's enough, Patty.

- Look at you, destroying
property like some-

like some drunk hooligan.

- Patty!

Leave the kid alone.

[tense music]

?

- Dad!

Are you OK?

- What do you think?

- Hey, uh-

Dad?

- You were finally
on track, Dougie.

You're gonna throw
this all away

because some guy mad dogs you?

- OK, you don't know
what's going on, OK?

- I know whatever it is,
it doesn't excuse you

from behaving
like some escaped gorilla.

- He's in love
with my wife, Dad.

[muffled pop music playing
in distance]

?

- Does she feel the same way?

- I don't know anymore.

[sighs]

- Just get an Uber, OK?

- Thanks for, um-

You know.

- Yeah.

[somber music]

?

Just go.

?

[breathing heavily]

[doorbell chimes]

[door clicks]

- I'm here to see Marilyn.

- Right this way.

She's in here.

[Enya's "Amarantine" playing]

- ? You know when you
give your love away ?

- Marilyn,
we've all been talking.

- Oh, I'm sure you have.

?

- We've been trying
to figure out

the best path forward
for us as a club.

- Oh.

[cat meows]

I didn't offer you coffee.

- Oh, uh, I'm-

I'm fine, really.

- It's no trouble.

- ? A whisper, a word

? Promises you give

? You feel it
in the heartbeat of the day ?

[water trickling]

- Uh, I think you
forgot the coffee.

- Oh.

Yeah, I guess, um-

I guess we're out.

[crying]

- ? Amarantine, amarantine

- We've come to a very
difficult decision.

- I'm resigning.

?

- You're still in that robe?

Hi, there.

- Hi.

- Sorry about the loss.

- Oh, we'll come back stronger.

Just have to make some changes.

- You're taking it a lot
better than this one.

- Guess we all mourn
in our own way.

- Honey, uh, you need
to get in the shower and-

and put your face on
lickety split.

- I'm not going, Buzz.

- Well, I can't do
a ribbon cutting

without my wife at my side.

- [whispering]
How can I face everyone?

- [softly]
It's a new cell phone store.

Believe me, no one cares
about your flower contest.

- Then why don't you take Tara?

- Don't embarrass yourself
in front of your friend.

- Please, just do
not expect me to go.

- It's your job, Marilyn.

- ? Amarantine

? Love is love is love

- Maybe you can talk
some sense into her.

I'll be waiting in the car.

- ? Amarantine

? Amarantine

? Love is love is love

- Being the mayor's wife is-
is, uh-

it's a full-time job.

?

- To him.

?

- He needs me.

?

- [sighs]

?

- We need you more.

- Why?

- Because, well,
he may be the mayor,

but you...

are the goddamn president

of the Grosse Pointe
Garden Society.

But you're really gonna need
to up your design game

for next year.

- Well, you know,
I really love a koi pond.

[plucky music]

?

- And even though the Tigers
pulled it out in the ninth,

it wasn't enough to get
them into the playoffs.

Seats will be empty at
Comerica Park for another year.

I'm Skip Harding.

Back to you, Skylar.

- Hi.
- Hi, baby.

[Tom Bromley's
"Ad Nauseum" playing]

[sighs]

Oh, my goodness.

I thought we were
going out tonight.

- This is for tomorrow.

- This is, um-

this is more food
than Thanksgiving.

- I invited your parents.

- You did what?

- Yeah, I've been thinking-

- Come on, Alice.

- They're not gonna be around
forever.

- That doesn't excuse
what they did.

- Well, the more you
push someone away,

the harder it is
to get them back.

- Yeah, I'm kind of
OK with that.

- Well, I thought
I was with my mom too.

- It's not the same.

- ? Don't wanna keep on
crashing the same old car ?

? But I can't stop

- What if we had a baby?

- Um...

I didn't know
that was on the table.

- Someday, maybe.

- OK.

Wow.

- I would want our kid
to have grandparents.

- [sighs]

- Wouldn't you?

- [sighs]

Do I have to be nice?

- I never am.

- [laughs]

- ? Wipe the tears away

? Head bangs the drum

- I am just saying,

Turks and Caicos crushed
St. Kitts.

- Oh, that villa.

- That view.

- How are your kids?

- Ew.
- Huh?

- My son just decided to study
in Shanghai for a year.

- Ooh!

That's a sexy place to visit.

- I don't like Chinese food.

- My little princess just
wrapped my BMW around a tree.

- Oh, my God.
- I know.

I've been in a rental
for three weeks.

- But is she OK?

- She's fine.

It's what she does
to get even with me.

- Why I sent mine
to boarding school.

- Isn't Brian, like, ten?

- Oh, yeah.

Get them out early before
the problem starts.

- [laughs]

- You were the only
smart one, B.

- No babies.

- But she still married
someone in a diaper.

[laughter]

- With a giant piggy bank.

[laughter]

- Your life's the best.

One giant party.

- OK, ladies. [claps]

Dream vacay.

- Uh, Amalfi Coast. Duh.

- Yeah, but on a sailboat
in the Med

so we don't have to, like,
you know, see the locals.

- Oh, yeah.

- What about you, Birdie?

- Oh.

Um...

Shanghai with my son.

Or Turks and Caicos.

Or anywhere if it meant
he would talk to me.

[muffled pop music playing]

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I mean, if I had a son.

- [chuckles]

- Are we doing brunch
on Sunday?

- Hell, yeah.
Blood orange mimosas.

- My favorite.

- Oh, my God,
we should go on your boat.

- It'd be so fun.

- I'm, uh-

?

I'm gonna go.

?

[tense music]

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- Well, maybe they
were just celebrating.

- He was rubbing
the judge's thigh.

- What part?

- What part of your thigh
are you cool

with your pal rubbing
at the bar?

- Mm.

- It's a big accusation.

- Yeah, but we can't
just let them cheat

their way to another cup.

- There's no way to prove it.

- [sighs]

- Oh, there's a way.

- How?

- Give me a name
and a black light.

[intriguing music]

- [laughs]

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- This is outrageous!

- It's a clear ethics
violation, Clark.

- You want to talk ethics?

Who stole last year's cup
out of our trophy case?

- OK, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

But even if I did,
you stole it from us

with your genetically
engineered magnolias!

- Well, there's no rule against
fraternizing with a judge.

- More like frenching,
huh, Theodore?

- Well, it all depends
on when it started.

- Not that it's any
of your business,

but Riku and I met
at the awards ceremony

and just happened
to hit it off.

- Oh, please.
You've been boning that man

six ways from Sunday
for months.

- Is that true, Teddy?

- Pure rubbish.

- So I'm crazy then?

- Clark, we both know that
roof ain't nailed tight.

[suspenseful music]

- Janetta?

?

- Who's this?

- My housekeeper.

- Janetta,
why don't you tell Clark

who you saw hot-tubbing with
your employer two weeks ago.

- Do not answer that, Janetta.

- [scoffs] Or what?

No Cinnabon gift card
this year?

- [laughs]

- I was always very
generous with you.

- I have diabetes, you prick.

?

- [sighs]

- So why do we have
to cut all this down?

- To make sure it all
comes back next season.

- What about you?

- What about me?

- How do we make sure
you come back next season?

- Don't worry.

I'm a perennial.

- Do you have any idea
what that means?

- I'm coming back.

[cheers and applause]

- As president of the
Grosse Pointe Garden Society,

I am pleased to announce
that Bloomfield Hills was

disqualified this morning.

[cheers and applause]

- Hey, there's your win.

- On a technicality,
but I'll take it.

- And I think
we're all in agreement

that we couldn't have done it
without our fearless leader.

- Well, now, uh, the committee
has sent over some champers

in the pavilion.

Not you, Donna.

You have a second?

- Now you need your win.

- What do you mean?

- What are you gonna do
with that essay?

- Oh.

Absolutely nothing.

[gentle music]

?

[knocking]

- [sighs] Hey, guys.

- Oh.

- [clears throat]

- Mm.

- OK, uh, let's open that.

- It looks delicious.

- It's your recipe.

- Thank you.

- I did it for myself.

- Why?

- Because now you owe me.

- What do you want?

- You'll be the first to know.

[upbeat music]

Let's eat.

?

- Like I said,
in every relationship,

there's a gardener
and a garden.

?

- ? I can hear

? The buzzing sounds

?

? I can't feel

? The scraping sounds

? I can't think

?

- But being a gardener
comes with power.

?

- Try the machete.

- ? Alive

? Sigh

- If you don't use it right...

- ? I could have lived
forever ?

- Everything dies.
[thwack]

[whimsical music]

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