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Hello, there he is.

Good doggy.

You are a little ham, mister.

We are sleeping in the car.

Three, two, one.

- Get that? - That was awesome.

I totally got it. Don't worry.

I did. Kind of weird for me and...

I'm here with my best friend, Jack, before his first stand-up comedy show,

and he's gonna do so, so...

-Oh, how'd it go? -Not great. I bombed.

-You gotta start somewhere, though. -Okay. Can we actually not film?

Oh, got it. Yep. Got it.

This is Backyard Barbecue Cam on...

Hang on.

Jack, nice to meet you.

-Do you want to get a drink? -Yes, I do.

- Oh, yeah. - Thank you.

Hold on. I'm gonna get it.

No, it's a photo. I'm taking a photo. I'm taking a photo.

I hate you.

-Yeah! -I love you.

-Happy birthday. -Thank you.

What are you doing?

-When the last time you crunched leaves? -These are good.

These are good moves.

One of the funniest people I have ever met.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Anna Spencer.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Keep it going for Jack!

He's incredibly funny. He's gonna be everywhere.

HBO, Netflix, you have him. Share the password.

-Thank you. -Please welcome to the stage...

Please welcome to the stage...

Now, please welcome to the stage Jack Dennis.

Hello. Hello. Hello. How are you?

Look, I'm a nice guy.

And I know what you hear when I say that, but don't worry.

I'm not a nice guy. I'm a nice guy.

It's very difficult now to express that I'm a guy who is nice

because those two words, like,

aren't allowed next to each other anymore.

Nice guys ruin it for guys who are genuinely nice.

I think of myself as a generally, you know, not perfect,

but as a generally nice guy.

And I say all of that in a desperate attempt to have you on my side

before I start talking about my very ugly breakup.

It was a tough one. It was a tough one.

Sincerely, it was a tough one because the lease was in her name.

Winning an argument doesn't feel as satisfying

when the reward is not having anywhere to sleep.

Get the fuck out! Go be a professional failure!

No? Okay.

It was, I'll say, it was a, you know, it was a justified breakup on my part.

If I sound like an asshole, it was, you know,

it was fair because I found out

she'd been snooping in my phone for ages, apparently,

even though all she ever found was a Notes app

full of all these jokes you guys are loving.

Yeah, then I, you know, I showed up on my friend's doorstep, like:

"Hi, I live on your couch now."

I would have appreciated a heads-up...

...but he was afraid to send text messages because, well, you know.

-My actual friend Chris, everybody. -Hi, everybody.

Whoo!

Your best friend is the person who says:

"Hey, you can crash on my couch for as long as you need."

Or in my case, you have five days because my lease is up,

and I'm about to move in with my girlfriend.

-What's going on? -You're doing great.

I don't-- I don't understand what's happening. I'm dying.

I'm here to help you. We'll-- We'll get them back to you.

-Yeah. -Thank you.

So this guy tells me not to move in with my girlfriend, at all, right?

Pitches me this dream bachelor pad,

where we can get high and order food every day.

And, yeah, yes, it sounded great, right?

But Julia and I had been dating for a little over a year,

so moving in with her just made more sense.

But this motherfucker had said he was in!

Yeah.

It is a nice pad, I'll say, I have a very nice, uh, sofa.

I will give him that, folks. It is a nice sofa.

That's my actual couch.

Of course it is.

And that's your actual TV.

Beautiful wooden table.

Top-of-the-line fridge.

And get this. Fucking doors.

Uh-huh. What is, um--? What's going on right now?

Um...

Can we bring the house lights up for a second, please?

Um, just for a sec.

Guys?

Hello?

Okay. Um...

-Uh, Chris? -What's up, buddy?

You tell me, man. Where are we?

What? We're in your apartment.

-No, there was a crowd. -Oh, yeah, they loved you, dude.

Where did they go? They're gone. Where did they go?

-Why were you on-stage with me? -I was helping you.

That's not a thing. You're not a stand-up. That's not a thing we do.

I looked like a stand-up. I was telling jokes.

Kind of. You were kind of telling jokes.

You were kind of just ending sentences like they were punchlines,

and then people were laughing uproariously, and...

Yeah?

What is that sound?

What sound?

Dude, what's going on? Are you okay?

-It's your bathroom. What's going on? -Um...

Oh, man.

You don't look so good.

You don't look so good.

What the fuck? Where am I?

Where the fuck am I?

Hello?

Help!

Somebody help!

Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank God.

Coming.

What's up?

-What is up, dude? -Hi.

- Hello. - Welcome.

Oh, man. Look at this place.

Still settling in a little bit, but, yeah, it's good.

-Which way's the bathroom? -Uh, right up there on the right.

I want you to take note of my new soaps.

Oh, fancy!

The bathroom is so clean.

I don't know why everyone assumed Mia was the clean one.

Patriarchy, man.

Wow. Deep. That's deep, man.

So have you and Mia talked at all since the, um...?

Talk to me when you're done peeing, weirdo.

At least now I can get stoned on a workday.

Figured we could, uh, christen the new pad.

Oh, hello.

Yeah, I'm like a shaman. To singledom.

To your singledom.

Those take a while to kick in, so, in the meantime...

-Oh, wait. Your roommate doesn't mind? -He's never home.

Except for right now, apparently.

Hey, Bob. You don't-- You don't-- You don't mind, do you?

No.

Marijuana's legal in the state of California

and thus will not attract law enforcement.

Which is preferable.

-Well, that's extremely chill of you, Bob. -Totally chill.

Thank you very much for the chillness. Have a great day, Bob. I hope...

-Good to see you, Bob. -Yeah.

-What's with the purple light? -Don't know. I think he's a photographer.

Oh!

-We should order pizza. -Yeah.

-All right! -What?

-What? -Dude, you just spaced out for ages,

wandered around muttering to yourself,

and then just stopped and said, "All right."

Are you okay?

Probably not, no.

I think I just walked through a memory, like Christmas Carol style.

Was it something important?

No, not at all.

It was, uh, us sitting on this couch, getting stoned.

My roommate was vaguely threatening. Might've imagined some of that.

Yeah, man, I mean, not ringing a bell.

Chris, if you are Chris.

-I am. -Okay, where are we?

Well, I thought we were in your new apartment.

I can see that it is my apartment, but it also isn't my apartment.

What, it's like a sublease situation? I don't understand, man.

No, uh...

Dude, uh...

I think I'm dead.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I... died.

Whoa.

-What's it feel like? -Fine.

I don't know. I'm not in agony or anything.

It's not like... It's just like-- I don't know.

It doesn't seem that bad.

If eternity's just gonna be me remembering random times

-I got baked with my best friend. -Sounds like it was a fun night at least.

-Yeah. But you can't remember it? -To be fair, I don't really remember

anything from before I was on-stage with you.

Like, I can't remember my parents' faces, for example.

Okay, so that's weird, but I think you might just be, like,

a projection of my subconscious.

-Really? -Does that make sense?

Would I even have, like, a subconscious

if I'm unconscious or post-conscious?

I feel like I'm here to help you figure this out.

-Or something. -Okay.

-Yeah. Okay. -Yeah. All right.

-Thank you. -Yeah, you got it.

Great!

So, uh, what religion's afterlife is just, like,

a weird community-theater version of your most recent apartment?

Well, I haven't read all the texts. Maybe the Torah or something?

What's the last memory you had before you died?

You know, me moving in here, you coming over to visit.

So right after I bailed on moving in with you.

Sorry I didn't move in with you. Your roommate is terrifying.

Yes, traitor.

Was there anything after that memory?

Like a post-memory memory?

I feel like I was maybe supposed to be somewhere,

like, right before I died. Like a show or something.

Saw your post about the Laugh Factory.

Maybe that's it. Oh, okay. We're supposed to,

like, give you closure so you can move on.

-Move on? -Yeah, yeah.

Like something unresolved emotionally, you know? How was your life?

Like a four out of ten. Kind of an abrupt ending.

Let's just focus on what killed you, right?

You said we were getting stoned.

Did we try anything else more hardcore?

It's possible, yeah. But what would put a gash on my forehead?

Or who? Hmm.

I'd say your roommate is our prime suspect.

Prime suspect.

You said he was...

-vaguely threatening? -Stay out of my room.

I did?

Whoa, what's with the purple light?

He's gonna murder us, Chris.

I also said something about, like, lead or asbestos or something.

Maybe it's just something to do with this shitty apartment.

- How'd you get it so cheap? - Asbestos. Asbestos.

Or something.

I thought it was a bastion of your independence.

Well, it is. Mia doesn't live here.

Mia!

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. We can't rule her out.

We can't rule her out.

Perhaps a bitter quarrel with jilted lovers gone too far.

-Perhaps a bitter quarrel... -'Cause you went through my fucking phone!

Don't swear at me, Jack!

Sorry, I'll put a fucking penny in the swear jar.

Are you gonna borrow it from your stepdad?

Or do you want me to pay for it, just like I pay rent every fucking month?

Hmm.

No, we're on good terms.

I was afraid of this. We can't rule you out.

-Me? -Young man. Pushing 30.

Going through an emotionally vulnerable time.

-I'm fine. -Struggling comedian.

-No, I'm booking gigs. -Lying on his own bathroom floor.

Perhaps an overdose.

Cliché? Yes.

Probable? Also yes.

Okay, or maybe it's like a fucking real cool, like, CIA hit,

'cause I invented a new kind of plutonium.

-I've done it. -Or something rad.

No, no, it'd be lamer than that.

Perhaps you urinated on the floor and slipped in your pee,

-cracking your skull in half. -Okay, yeah. A lot of good theories.

A lot of good theories.

Well, thanks, Sherlock. Thanks for fucking narrowing it down.

Whoa, dude. Hey, no, no. I'm just spitballing here.

No bad ideas, but I feel like at the very least,

we gotta, you know, gather some intel.

We don't even know what's behind that front door.

-Yeah. -Right? Explore the space.

Yeah.

Okay. Sorry.

Uh...

Right.

- Let's do that. - Sure.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Man, it feels good to have a purpose.

Whoa.

Okay.

This has got to be something.

Oh, interesting.

Death by tape recorder?

Hmm.

That's, um...

My, uh...

My dad used to make all these, like,

home movies of us, and there was this one that I loved,

and I'd just watch it over and over again, and then it got...

taped over for my brother's fall recital, and I flipped out and just threw a fit.

Oh, so you and your brother didn't have the best relationship growing up. Hm.

Any reason he'd want you out of the picture?

No. No. Also, he lives in Maine.

Got it. So you're saying he's our main suspect.

He's definitely not, but that's very funny.

You are technically complimenting yourself when you say that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

That seems to be calling to us.

Are you really suggesting we go towards the light right now?

Yeah.

Okay.

-Let's go. Come on. -Yep.

Okay, just my shitty car.

Well, I wonder what's so significant about it.

-Are you secretly a car guy? -Yeah, man.

My Toyota Corolla, my one true love. All the bird shit's there on purpose.

Okay, sarcasm.

Damn it.

-Hey, Mom. -Hi, Hon.

You look like you're in your car.

-You're not driving, are you? -Uh, no, I'm parked.

Okay, good. Now, is now a good time?

Not really. I'm actually-- I'm meeting up with Mia to get--

Back together? Oh, honey, that is so wonderful.

I-- I knew you guys would patch things up.

No, Ma, to get, uh, some stuff back. She has some of my stuff.

Okay, well, you know what?

Maybe when you guys talk it out, you know, something will work out.

Oh, hey. Hey, do you want to talk to Mark?

Uh, I don't really have time.

Hey, buddy. How's it hanging, huh?

Tell me, are you crying yourself to sleep every night,

or are you going to clubs, bringing home chicks?

-Stop that. -How's the new place working out?

Uh, no, no, and, yeah, it's good.

Okay, that's good, that's good.

Your mom and I were more than happy to help out with the deposit,

but when you become a big-time comedian, you gotta pay us back.

-Okay, I... -No, you don't.

-Just keep working hard. -You know, actually, I gotta go.

You know what, though, honey?

Your brother's having an engagement party on the 14th.

-Oh, yes, yes. -And we would love to have you.

So we can buy the tickets, okay?

- Yes, we will. - We will.

Yep, yep, yes. I'll be there. Okay, love you guys.

What are you doing?

Uh, I'm in a memory.

Yeah, I know. It's just, it's unnerving.

Can you just warn me next time you sit in a car and stare off into space?

Okay, yeah, sorry. I'm at the park.

I'm waiting for Mia to come drop off some stuff of mine.

Any clues?

No, I was just on the phone with my parents.

-I thought you said it was a Mia memory. -It's gonna be a Mia memory.

I don't know how to-- I can't, like, fast-forward or, just, you know what?

Come here.

Whoa. Whoa, it is so colorful in here.

-How'd you know it was gonna work? -I didn't.

Honestly, I don't know how any of this works.

- Yeah. Fair enough. - Thanks for doing this.

I feel like I am winning the breakup game because I kept all of your stuff.

Are you sure you don't need any of the furniture?

Oh, yeah, I'm positive.

-Besides, you love that couch, so... -Oh, I do.

Yeah, I was thinking anything but that couch.

Um, are you doing okay for money?

Yeah. Yeah, really. Totally.

Um, booked a paid gig at the Virgil coming up, so...

-That's amazing. -Yeah.

-Um, other stuff, too, obviously. -Yeah, that's really exciting.

Yeah. Forgot about these.

Oh, hang on, hang on. What's that? Okay, mysterious medical condition?

-That could be something. -It's just a Xanax prescription.

I just get it, like, as needed for anxiety.

Oh, remember, the doctor said to go easy on those.

Yeah, I know.

I actually got, like, a shockingly clean bill of health recently.

Like, absolutely no red flags heart-wise.

Blood work was all good. No hard stuff.

I have, like, a very slight vitamin D deficiency.

Or a lethal vitamin D deficiency.

And, uh...

-Mmm. -Mmm.

How you doing? Everything...

good?

Yeah. It's been, um...

Uh...

I'm sorry. I, um... God.

No, you don't need to-- It's okay. You're...

All good.

I just, um...

I really wish you would have told me where you were at sooner.

But I really...

-I thought we could work through this. -Mia.

Look, I'm not excusing the phone thing, okay?

Uh...

You were always my person.

And then, one minute, you're just...

gone.

Not gone. I'm still here. I'm still here, you know?

You're... Yeah, you're my... You're my best friend, so...

Yeah.

Look, um...

Can we still talk?

Sometimes.

Yeah, call me anytime you want.

Great. Okay.

-Okay, cool. -Okay, great.

Oh, that's sweet. You guys still care.

What is that?

-What? -That sound, what is that?

-You're hearing that again? -Yeah. What is that?

Um...

-This is new! -What is?

Are you not--? It's so loud.

-It's like heavy machinery. -Where?

-Is it coming from your apartment? -It's not my apartment.

-What is it, boy? What do you hear? -I think it's knocking.

-Someone's at the door. -That door where we just came from?

Yeah. Hello?!

-Can anybody help?! -Maybe it's your roommate, dude.

The killer often returns to the scene of the crime.

He's got a key, dummy.

Jack!

-It's Mia. -Mia? She came for you?

-Yeah, sounds like it. -Hang on, hang on.

If you can hear her, that must mean...

I'm not dead!

Holy shit, dude!

Let's go! Here we go! Come on, buddy, come on! Get up!

Oh, man! Oh, fuck. I'm fucking heavy.

- Jack! - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You just put on a little extra weight since the breakup.

- I for sure did, but not this much. - Just lift with your legs!

- Okay. - Let me in!

Jack!

You're a real asshole. You know that? You're a fucking asshole.

What happened? Why'd you stop?

Uh...

Mia might not be here to save me.

Piece of shit.

Oh, yeah, she's like yelling, she called me an asshole, piece of shit.

I hope you fucking die.

Okay, that's not nice!

-What's she saying? -She told me to fucking die.

Well, she might be in luck.

Mia!

I'm sorry!

I-- Whatever I did, I...

Mia, that was a good apology.

It was heartfelt, right?

She was so angry.

I think you're missing the big picture here, man.

You're alive!

Kind of. Hang on, hang on. Maybe this is why I'm here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

To help you get back up there.

Uh-huh.

Huh. You must have said something to upset her before you wound up on the floor.

I don't know, man. I give up.

Wow, wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow.

Hello?

Buddy, is everything...?

Holy shit, dude, I was just-- I was just-- I was gone.

Fuck.

Don't do that again, okay?

I think if you give up here...

then that's it.

So if we don't keep my mind active, we're gonna, like, fade?

Don't like that.

-No, thank you. -That's not fun.

-No, thank you. -No, let's not do that.

-Let's keep your mind going, right? -Please.

So, okay. You're sure that we can rule Mia out as a suspect?

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, you saw us at the park. We were on good terms.

Before-- Whatever that was.

-Fucking asshole! -You said you guys fought a lot.

Yes. Hence the breakup.

-Well? -She's not a murderer!

She's just, like, she can be a little intense sometimes.

You know, a little...

Were you about to say crazy?

-No. -No?

I wasn't.

-Okay, 'cause that's problematic, man. -I know that is problematic. I--

Look. It's not pretty, but we got like that.

Kind of a lot sometimes, especially towards the end.

Why?

Mia's very, she's really, she always puts everybody else first.

Hey.

You know, she's very present, and she'll always come through for you, you know?

She's honestly amazing.

- She sounds like a great woman. - She is.

So why'd you guys break up?

That can be a lot. That was a lot. She's-- It's kind of suffocating.

You know, trust-issue stuff.

Do you even want to be here with me right now?

Where are you getting that from?

Her last boyfriend was a total dickhead who took advantage and cheated on her,

-and I don't think she ever got over that. -Get the fuck out!

I feel like you guys could have worked it out.

It's not that simple, man.

Also, just FYI, just to fill you in as Chris,

Chris is not necessarily in any position to give me relationship advice.

Your lady threw a Crock-Pot at your head.

-She did? -Yeah.

You told me right here in this kitchen.

She threw a Crock-Pot at me, man.

What?

No, it was full, dude. It dented the wall.

Jesus, man. That's scary.

-Yeah. -And a total waste of food.

- Yeah. - Wow.

Are you, uh...?

-Are you okay? -Oh, yeah, no, I'm fine.

Yeah, dude, I'm fine now.

I mean, it's just, like, she's got that temper.

-Is that true? -Yeah.

But, uh, I guess you guys are, you know, going to therapy, so...

-Oh, we are? -Yeah.

We decided to...

-We decided to go to therapy. -Okay, nice. How's that?

Good, yeah.

Been going for a few months now, and it's been, like, rewarding and...

-Mm-hmm. -It's been tough.

I mean, don't get me-- It's, like, weird, right?

But it's also, you know, she's gotten to kind of confront some of her

past traumas, getting to the root of stuff, and then, um,

you know, to be fair, like, I've kind of figured out some stuff about myself,

kind of some of the...

kind of more unhealthy behavior stuff, you know?

Like, for example, are you, like, throwing, like, large objects at her head?

-I am not doing that, no. -Okay.

You know, look, I like, just 'cause, like, I'm, you know,

I'm glad that you guys are talking to somebody and trying to get help

and work through it and stuff, but it just, seems like maybe

she needs therapy

-more so than... -Yeah, maybe. Um...

How come you didn't bring this up before?

Can I be real?

-Please. -Yeah, it's awkward, right?

I mean, we've just been dating for, like, a year.

It's just kind of... uncomfortable to talk about that stuff, I guess.

-I get that. -Yeah.

Well, listen, I would hope that it goes without saying,

but if ever anything like this happens again and you ever need, like, a...

Sofa to crash on.

Thanks, dude. Thank you.

I'll get Bob kicked out if you want. I'm ready for you.

Please. Talk to me.

Dude, thank you.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Mia and I talked about going to therapy.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-We never talked about this. -Yeah, we never went.

Just seemed like a whole, you know...

-Oh. -...thing.

I don't know. It wasn't really for me, but I'm glad you're doing it.

-Mm-hmm. -Do you want another beer?

No, man, I should probably not be going to therapy tomorrow hammered.

Ooh, I don't know. Could be good.

Roll straight through. Keep drinking. You're very honest when you're drunk.

Okay.

Here's my impression of you when you're drunk. Ahem.

-These are all my feelings. -That is an impeccable impression.

-You should do stand-up. -Yeah, come see me at the Virgil.

Yeah, I think I'll do that.

I'm sorry, man. I know that's not easy.

But you saw, at least it's nice, you know, we're there for each other.

Yeah.

And we'll always be there for each other,

as long as I am not about to die on my bathroom floor.

Right.

Hey, no!

-Come on! -No, no, no!

-That was not me giving up! -No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

-Stop doing that, dude! -I'm very sorry.

-I thought it would understand jokes. -Look.

-When you get out of here... -If I get out of this?

When you get out of here, there's so much great stuff waiting for you, man.

Like you're starting up your stand-up career again.

Yeah. No, yeah.

I mean, if I survive this, I could get booked a second time.

Dude, you have so much to live for.

-Right? -Yeah.

-Okay. -Okay.

I swear you budged you before.

Okay. Well, let's start small.

Yeah. Good thinking.

Did it work?

-Yeah. -What do you see?

Uh...

Oh, the mirror's cracked.

Whoa.

That must have been how you got the gash on your forehead.

What else do you see?

Um...

-Oh! -Neat!

Makes sense. Okay, let's, uh...

-Right, okay, arm to phone. Hand to phone. -Uh-huh.

One, two, three!

-No, wait! My shoulder! -Sorry, sorry.

Oh, that's no good.

I'm gonna try to imagine you with bigger muscles.

Hard to get bigger than they are.

Oh, God!

One, two, three!

Ow!

All right. We're gonna mix it up. We're gonna try another strategy here.

Element of surprise?

-Love it, yes. -Okay.

-All right, we're done with this. -Oh, boy.

I should wash my hands for health and cleanliness.

Always important to have hygiene.

Oh, it moved!

-Get the phone. -Okay, got it, got it, got it.

- Yeah. - Okay. Grip it.

Anna! Missed call from Anna!

- Missed call from Anna! - Missed call from Anna!

Dude.

Dude. Who's Anna?!

Uh, uh, a friend of mine for years. She's a comic.

She's, like, killing it right now.

She just booked, like, the comedy role in a Marvel thing.

About to blow up.

I don't know. We get along really well.

Haven't been able to hang out for a long time.

Is it 'cause she's too busy with Hollywood?

Or too busy murdering?

No, neither. But, uh, Mia wouldn't let me.

Like, I don't care about these stupid comedy people, okay?

Oh. So she's cute, then.

It's not-- No, it's not, it's not, it's...

But it's not, it's like, she's very cool, and she's great to be around,

and it's also like, you know--

Like, part of comedy is doing the set...

And then part of it is...

-...is the hang. -The hang?

What are you even talking about right now?

Right. So now you're free to hang with Anna because you're single.

Yeah, I guess. You think that's why she called?

I just got out of a relationship.

Kind of long overdue. You know, I was getting around to it.

Uh, living on my own for the first time in years.

It's nice. It's a fresh start. I got a roommate. I met him online.

I know his first name. That is all that I know.

You look good up there, dude.

-I'm wearing that. -You are, dude.

Wearing the hell out of that jacket.

Last thing I remembered was something about a show,

and we're in the same clothes.

...we share a bathroom?

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on.

-Are you saying...? -What if this is tonight?

A buddy of mine moved in with his girlfriend.

I don't know. I don't know. She's a little iffy to me, I don't know.

Could be 'cause I just got out of a relationship,

or it could be because this lady threw a rice cooker at his head.

You know, I didn't name names, and I changed the details.

It just made for a good bit.

No, I know, man. It's, yeah, no, it's just jokes. I get it.

I genuinely really admire you guys, the therapy and stuff.

You know, you'll see. I take this bit to an absurd place.

-It gets weird. -Totally, dude. Yeah, it's fine.

Just out of curiosity, has anyone ever tried to pick up a rice cooker,

like, even when it's empty?

They're not light! They're not light!

I have no idea how you launch one of those things.

You have to get, like, a twirling start,

like you're doing, like, shot put in the Olympics.

That's a bad fight when your girlfriend does something and you're like:

"Oh, God, have you been training for this?"

All right, anyways, thanks, y'all. That's my time. Have a great night.

Thank you very much. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

-Thank you. -Who are you looking at?

All right, give it up for Jack, everybody.

-All right, all right. -That's Anna.

That's Anna?

She is cute.

-Huh. -Huh.

- So it's a voice thing? - Yeah.

I mean, I didn't even really get to meet the cast.

But, you know, I'm probably like a rodent or a plant.

This is very cool. It's just very-- It's very cool.

I'm basically Vin Diesel.

Look at you.

You see? It's the hang. We're talking shop.

Okay, got it.

-Why are you whispering? -I don't want to be rude.

We're not here. Hello?

See?

Yeah, so Ratatouille is actually the name of the food.

The rat's name is Remy.

The rat is a different thing altogether.

Yeah. Oh, so where to, Jackaroo?

Uh... You know, my new place isn't actually far from here.

Oh, are you inviting me back to your bachelor pad?

Well, I was more putting-- Yeah, I was doing that.

I was-- Yeah, that was what I was doing.

-Yeah, I picked it up. -Yeah, so there you go.

Yeah, is your creepy roommate gonna be there?

-He is not usually home. -Okay.

I can't make promises, but I'd say in general, no, he's not usually there.

Wonderful.

-Yeah, no, but, okay. -No, I want to hear you.

-I want to hear you explain this. -No, I didn't remember this.

-I didn't rem-- -You didn't remember this?

I didn't remember that part until now.

- Yes. - Hey, Jack.

- Okay, who's this? - Okay.

-Hi. -Tanya, hi.

I'm Tanya.

-Me and Jack go way back. -Tanya, Anna.

Don't we?

That's Mia's best friend.

Oh, my God. This is tonight, dude!

Think about it.

Look, you were making out with the very woman Mia was most insecure about.

Her best friend, Tanya--

I'm Tanya.

--saw you guys, so she's obviously gonna call Mia the minute she leaves the club.

I'm Tanya.

Mia's worst fears are confirmed.

She drives over in a fit of rage, and boom goes the dynamite.

-She tells you to die. -I hope you fucking die.

Well, but what puts me on the floor?

Or who?

I'm Tanya.

-You're really pretty. -Oh, thank you.

Yeah, no worries.

-She's pretty. -Yeah.

-Got a little something. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Good to see you.

Thank you. Great to see you.

- Loved that. - Mmm.

-You okay? -Yeah, I'm good.

That's gonna be a problem for future Jack.

Great. I don't care. Where do you live?

What's up with the purple light?

You better not be a pimp 'cause I'm not doing that again.

Uh...

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

Sorry.

That's just-- I don't know how to respond to that.

I wouldn't assume that, but then also, I'm not judgmental

-about sex work. -So the light, yeah.

-That's my roommate's room. Uh... -Okay.

My buddy's convinced that he's a drug dealer, but I think the light's just like,

I don't know, maybe he's very into photography.

-Wouldn't that be red light? -I don't know. I don't know.

Whatever it is, he's very weird,

and he's given very explicit instructions not to go in there,

-so I don't think I'll ever know. -So have you been in there yet?

Did you not hear what I just said?

I gotta know what's in there, man. I'm so curious.

Anna, actually, please. Please actually don't.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Holy shit.

- Holy shit. - Wow.

Oooh.

Okay, so, uh, yeah, so my buddy Chris was right.

This is-- he's a drug dealer.

-Okay. Cool, we know that. -Called it.

-Have you ever done shrooms? -Yeah, a couple times.

- Lie. Never done mushrooms. - Very fun.

-Ready? -Yeah, cheers.

Cheers.

Oh, you guys are gonna freak out.

Are you good?

No, yeah. Yeah, these are delicious.

Okay, no one likes the taste.

I lied to you. I've never done mushrooms.

And I'm not-- I just wanted to impress you.

This is not nice. This is not nice.

Well, uh, I guess I'll be your shaman.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Hey, I just want to apologize for, um, for kissing you earlier.

I think I just had, like, a lot of adrenaline coming out of the set.

You thought your set was that good?

I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm sorry. It's a joke.

It's just like, it was very, um-- I just got out of this thing with Mia,

and it's just very, like, I really respect you.

So you didn't want to kiss me.

-Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm fucking with you. -I wanted to kiss.

I did want to kiss you, and I enjoyed the kissing.

I just don't want it now to be weird.

It's fine. Relax, okay? Look, we're on the same page.

Well, I'm just, I'm glad that we're hanging out again.

Yeah. Why did we stop?

There was just, like, this tension with Mia whenever you came up.

No, really?

Yeah. I don't know. She just, like, she just felt very--

- I don't know. - Jealous?

Insecure, maybe? I don't know.

-Left out, I guess? -I don't know.

Maybe she just needed a little reassurance.

No, I told her that, like, it was just, you know, we were friends,

and it was, fellow comics like to hang and everything, but she just got weird

about it to the point that I was just, like,

I would rather not deal with that weirdness,

so I just kind of stopped, um, having to bring it up.

Yeah, I mean, it's not really reassurance, though, right?

It's just a justification of our friendship,

which makes you look defensive,

which in turn makes her think it's, like, a way bigger deal than it is.

Yeah.

I've been with as many men as I've been with women,

and we're all emotionally repressed in one way or another.

You've, like, really got your shit together.

-Yeah, okay. -You do.

And you're, like, a superhero now?

You're Spider-Man and you're not allowed to tell me?

-Mm-hmm. -How'd that even happen, by the way?

Honestly, dude, I think I just had a good set at the Laugh Factory

and the right person saw me.

Hey, let me know if this is overstepping, but if they ever have, like, an open slot,

I'd love to throw my name in the hat.

So you just want to hang out so you can get stage time?

Yeah, exactly. That's all this is.

Cool.

Kidding.

No, seriously, that was a joke. I was kidding.

No, it's fine.

I don't want to make this like a bad trip.

Okay, that's actually my shit. Uh...

My recurring cycle is that I think people are using me.

You know, and with the movie coming out, it's definitely worse than ever.

So... no new friends, all that.

I'm really sorry.

It's fine. Actually, there's a show on Valentine's Day.

-Could see if I could get you on that. -Do not have to do that.

We're friends. You asked. It's important to you.

Just let me see what I can do.

Thanks.

You should be real with people more often.

It works. People like it.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck. That's-- Fuck, my roommate.

You said he was never here.

He never is, except for at the worst possible times, apparently.

I'm on drugs!

That's my bathroom. Go to the-- That's the--

Hey, Bob.

Um...

Hey, this is, uh, Anna.

Jack, can I talk to you for a moment?

Yeah.

You think I don't know what you two are up to?

-Um... -It's your girlfriend, isn't it?

Oh, uh, no, that's...

-She's just... -Ah. A moonlight tryst.

Regardless, we are obliged to inform Mrs. Eggers of any overnight guests,

as you must recall from the contract you signed when you moved in.

I didn't read it.

But I believe what happens in a man's bedroom is his business,

so you can trust that your secret is safe with me.

You should be real with people more often.

It works. People like it.

Bob, you should know. We went into your room.

I told you not to.

Yeah, I know. We saw it.

-So are you a drug dealer? -Shrooms?

No, no, no. I was just holding those for a friend.

How come you're never here?

I spend a lot of time at my girlfriend's house

-'cause this place sucks. -Why do you have a gun?

That's an heirloom. It doesn't even work.

Okay. And what's the purple light about?

I like botany.

Why are you so weird about people going in your room?

It just makes me very curious.

Because I'm holding illegal drugs.

Also privacy.

Yeah.

That all checks out.

-Are you gonna get that? -You can hear it too. Thank God.

Wait.

You ate some of those mushrooms, didn't you?

I'm gonna pay you back for these, yeah.

Um... Are they intense? 'Cause I took, like, four.

She took four. Are we gonna be okay?

Honestly, I don't know. But...

you might want to take it easy, unless you want to wind up on the floor.

Okay, thanks, Bob.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude, dude. Shrooms are gonna knock you out.

Mia, she pounds at the door. That wakes Anna up.

She's disoriented.

You're gone, so she calls, like, where are you?

Not realizing that you're passed out next door.

Uh-huh. Well, why wouldn't she just come looking for me?

We don't know how time works here.

For all we know, you've been on the ground for two minutes in the real world.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay. It's happening, man. Here we go.

I told you, man. This is it!

Oh, gross!

I'd rather have seen you naked, man.

Oh, don't puke in my brain. Don't puke in my brain.

-Okay. -This isn't it, man.

-You might still pass out. -No, the mirror isn't cracked.

What about your clothes? They're exactly the same.

Well, I probably just wear this outfit a lot.

I don't know. I don't have a lot of clothes that fit me nice.

Yeah.

What difference would it make anyways?

How would finding out, like, what put me on the floor...?

-Or who. -What difference would that make?

I don't know.

Catharsis, maybe?

Like, give your brain the juice it needs to kind of, like,

set you on track, wake you up, jolt you, you know?

That's a lovely idea. That's a very nice sentiment.

I like the way you see things.

I just don't assume that that would be how anything would fucking work.

Hang on, you're not giving up, are you?

I don't want to disappear again, man.

Okay? It's scary. There's nothing, but it also hurts.

Well, I don't know what to tell you. It just--

It just sucks. It just--

I felt like just as I was starting to take control of my life,

I go and I get myself killed.

Like, the comedy, living on my own,

everything felt like it was finally heading in the right direction, and...

What if none of that matters?

Then don't stop taking control, man.

You're here right now, right?

Some part of you wants to stay alive. You know how I know that?

'Cause I'm some part of you.

You know, I gotta say, I know you're not actually here or whatever,

but it's, uh, pretty nice having my best friend around.

Yeah. Somewhere up there, I'm real, right?

I'm working on a novel, got a girlfriend, and, yeah,

she throws things at me sometimes, but the point is, I'm real,

and I would love to talk to my best friend again.

Mm-hmm.

And you really think if I figure out, like, what put me on the floor or who?

-Thank you. -You think that'll save me?

I do.

Okay. I believe you.

-You're not giving up? -I'm not giving up.

-Let's go! -Yeah. All right!

So we know that you didn't get the gash in your forehead that night.

-What happened the next morning? -Uh, well, Anna was here, so...

Wait. Do you hear that?

Water.

Yeah, the tap. Is it still running?

No, this is different sounding. This is more like, uh...

You know what? I have no idea. Don't worry about it.

This is awkward, but I was supposed to FaceTime my parents,

like, ten minutes ago, and they're just, they're, I had stressed--

They just have a very, like, tight timeline always.

Do you want me to, like, walk by in the background

and show them you're living that L.A. lifestyle?

-I very badly do not want you to do that. -Right, okay, well, fuck you.

Thanks for the shrooms. I'm gonna go.

- Thank you. - I'm leaving.

- Hey! Hey, guys, sorry I'm late. - Oh, sweetie.

Hey, you doing okay, son?

Yeah, honestly, can't complain right now. I had a good show last night.

-Oh. -Did you get paid?

It's not really about that, like, at this phase.

-What's it about? -Uh...

Networking, honey. You know, the hang.

- Oh, okay, okay. - Right? Did I get it right?

Actually, last night, this comic got me booked on a show at the Laugh Factory.

-What's that? -Oh! What?!

One of the, like, biggest comedy venues in L.A.

Oh, wow.

-Honey, wow-- -That's great.

Wow, honey, when's the show?

Uh, it's the-- I don't remember.

If there's another show and I had a missed call from Anna,

what if that's where I'm supposed to be right now?

Maybe there's still time.

It's the, uh, 14th.

-Fourteenth? -Oh, that's too bad.

-Why? -It's your brother's party.

I'm really sorry.

I'm just, like, not gonna be able to make it out there.

Jack, this is family.

It's just, like, not a thing that I would be able to move.

So if I don't, I just... I'll pay you guys back for the tickets and stuff.

I'll talk to Nick, obviously. I, um...

Uh, what's going on?

What's going on?!

I moved.

-You hearing this? -I'm hearing this one, yeah.

Oh-- We're going in?

Where the fuck do you want me to go? Where do you want me to go? Sorry.

Uh, I'm very sorry.

This is-- You saw that. That's not-- Sorry.

Why are we seeing this?

- Why are we seeing this? - Right up here.

Okay, well, thank you so much.

Have a good one.

Get in here.

God, you get in here.

I'm in here. Get in here.

Yo, if you get us there in ten minutes, bro?

Mm-mm.

I'll do what I can.

Right up here is good?

Sorry, so this, uh, actually, isn't the address.

I don't know what this is leading to, no.

Motherfucker.

Hang on, are these guys gonna turn out to be the killers?

'Cause that would be way out of nowhere.

How's your night gone so far?

Call the free-drug friends. Rad!

You good back there?

Hey, Jack. Been a while, huh?

-Yeah, good to see you again, Tanya. -You too. You too.

So how's the comedy thing going?

I didn't get to watch your show at the Virgil the other week,

but congrats on getting booked.

Thank you. Yes, it's going good. Don't worry.

If you missed it, you can come see me at the Laugh Factory.

I just got a couple minutes coming up there, so...

That's great. Congrats.

Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks.

Do you get any good jokes driving Uber?

What? I'm serious. I bet you see some real characters.

Yeah, but, uh, most riders aren't half as funny as they think they are.

Neither are most comedians.

Goal.

I'll be right there.

I'm just right there.

Hey, I'm sorry about that.

All good. You're not the worst passengers I've had tonight.

I meant, about calling you the other night. That was out of line.

Oh, yeah. Uh, 20 times was, like, maybe a bit much.

Yeah, um...

Tanya told me about seeing you and Anna at the show, and I...

Yeah, Mia, that wasn't--

Yeah, it's none of my business now that we're broken up,

and I shouldn't have blown up your phone.

That was way uncool.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Well, um...

you look great. You guys are gonna party it up tonight?

Yeah. Thanks.

I haven't worn this thing in ages.

Ugh.

Great. Well, have fun.

Don't waste your time sitting in an Uber with your ex.

Yeah, I'm gonna go.

Have fun.

Yeah, it was, um...

nice to see you.

- Have a good night. - You too.

Ahh!

Yeah, man, I don't know if, uh, Mia wanted you dead in that moment.

Yeah, no. I don't know.

You okay, buddy?

Yeah, I'm good. I'm just-- I don't know. Some part of me, uh, really misses her.

-What are you doing here? -I don't know. Where's here?

I didn't know you had other projections in here.

-Hi, Mia. -Hi!

Oh, man,

-I must really be spazzing out up there. -Wait. Projections?

- Yeah. - Uh, uh, uh, uh,

kind of hard to explain, but basically,

all of this, everything you're seeing, is, uh, my subconscious.

Huh.

-It's very Dogville. -Thank you.

Yes, that's been driving me crazy.

Wow!

The inside of Jack's brain is, like, really empty.

Oh, yeah.

Again, this is just the subconscious part.

For sure. Yeah, yeah. No, I'm sure we'll find a magical corner

that'll take us into a huge mind palace filled with books on philosophy.

-Ooh, a mind palace? -I'm sure.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Loving this. Loving all of this chumminess.

That's fun.

Hey, why am I here? I'm your girlfriend, right?

Uh, ex.

Oh, maybe I'm here because you and I have unresolved business.

Catharsis.

That's what I've been saying this whole time.

Yeah, maybe he has to resolve all of his earthly problems before he can pass on.

Okay, yeah, 'cause we were thinking he might wake up,

but no, no, no, I think peace before death so then he can move on.

Let's not-- None of the move-on talk, okay?

And this doesn't make sense 'cause you and I,

we don't have any unresolved business, right?

Yeah, I guess not.

Mia and I, we broke up three months ago, so there's nothing left to say.

-Sorry. -It's cool.

This keeps happening. Give me a second.

What's the deal?

I'm doing the opposite of giving up right now.

Just put it back.

Oh, man. I might be running out of time.

I gotta get to the bathroom.

-The bathroom? -That's where he passed out.

-Yeah. -Oh. Okay.

You gotta get up, buddy!

Come on, you gotta get up!

Um...

-You don't look so good. -That's what I said.

You're missing the biggest show you've ever booked.

Had you tried this before?

Oh, yeah. All the time. He loves to do this.

I thought the willpower would change things.

The will to live wasn't enough?

I don't know. Do I now want to get up?

No, of course I want to get up! I want to get to the Laugh Factory, man.

This show's gonna make it all worth it.

The unpaid gigs and the shitty day jobs and missing my brother's engagement party,

it's all gonna be worth it.

And we're so close, but now it's...

Buddy, buddy, it's gonna be all right.

I know it's stupid and it seems, like, really small, but I just really want this.

Uh, let's get you to your comedy show.

- Yeah. Yes. - Right?

Okay, okay, okay. We can just do this again.

-I'll take the leg. -Okay, I will take this part.

Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the fuck? How the fuck? What the fuck?

Okay.

This is really light.

No, no, this is usually really hard!

It really wasn't that hard.

-Should you call 911? -No, no, I gotta get to the show.

Call me. I can come over and patch you up.

Okay.

Please leave your message.

I'm hearing-- It's going straight to voicemail.

Uh, text him! Text him.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

- Oh, shit! - Yeah? Yes!

Yes!

You're gonna come, right?

Of course! I mean, I-- I think so.

Yeah.

Yeah, just 'cause it went straight to voicemail, so it was...

And--

Come to think of it, when's the last time we...?

Could be 'cause I just got out of a relationship,

or it could be 'cause this lady threw a rice cooker at his head.

Just out of curiosity, has anyone here ever tried to pick up a rice cooker,

even when it's empty?

It's not-- They're not light, they're not.

I have no idea how you'd launch one of those things.

You'd have to get, like, a twirling start,

like you're doing, like, shot put at the Olympics.

That's a bad fight.

If your girlfriend does something and you're like, "Oh, God.

Have you been training for this?"

All right, thank you very much. That's my time.

Y'all have a great night!

Why would you tell everyone in there our personal information?

I told Jack in confidence.

No, you told them everything about my worst, worst day.

Damn.

This is why you've been ghosting me.

That's kind of rough, man.

She's working on herself. She's working on it.

She's throwing things at you, dude.

You shouldn't stand for that kind of abuse.

That's not for you to decide. I'm choosing to work through it with her.

Well, it's not easy standing by and watching while somebody hurts you.

Oh, so the best way you could think to tell me that

was to put it in your fucking set?

Dude, I told you that in confidence. I trusted you.

Well, I'm sorry.

Whatever's going on between us, if I text "help," you're gonna reply to that, right?

-I don't know, maybe I muted you? -You're my best friend.

Don't-- You're not gonna put...

Chris.

Chris, are we still friends?

I don't know.

So, uh, I wonder what put you on the floor.

Or who. It could have been Chris, right?

-Mia... -Maybe he was the accomplice.

His girlfriend had a history of violence.

Maybe...

Oh, my God, maybe she knocked you out with the rice cooker.

Hi-yah!

It wasn't a rice cooker. It was a Crock-Pot.

What?

I changed the detail for my set. It wasn't actually a rice cooker.

- It was a Crock-Pot. Doesn't matter. - Right.

Why did you tell that story?

I don't know. I didn't think they'd be there, obviously.

Well, you must really not like her.

I mean, I can give her credit for working on it, I guess.

Wait, aren't they both in therapy?

Doesn't that mean he's willing to work on his stuff too?

Chris isn't at fault.

Oh. So that's why you put her up last?

Yes. And also just 'cause I thought it was funny

and I didn't think that hard about it.

-I've been a dick, haven't I? -Yep. Absolutely big...

Just big dick.

I gotta get out of this so I can make things right with Chris.

And with me.

-What, you? -Yeah.

I mean, it seems like you and Chris had unresolved business after all.

Do we have unresolved business?

God!

No. No reason to assume.

I mean, all of our-- I think all of our business is resolved.

You are being so mean.

'Cause you went through my fucking phone!

Went through my fucking phone!

I think you're on borrowed time.

- Oh, shit. - What is this?

I fucking forgot that Mia's supposed to come over to pick up weed.

Well, I mean, it's good that you all are on good terms after everything happened.

Oh, yeah. No, we're good.

Like, for a minute there, she was kind of, like, blowing up my phone every time

she got upset, like, really leaning on me for emotional support.

I think we both agreed that it was good to take a step back, so...

Yeah, that's why she's coming over here for weed in California on Valentine's Day.

You think she's, like, still kind of attached?

I don't know. What? Am I supposed to be scared?

Is she gonna be mad? Like, do I need to hide?

- Could you? - Seriously?

No, like, no, no, no. Like, genuinely, if you don't want to.

I just, I wonder if it could, like, kind of maybe make things less tense.

-Mm-hmm. -Okay.

Actually, not in my bedroom, in the bathroom, because the weed's in...

I cannot believe I'm hiding for somebody I'm not even hooking up with.

Thank you.

-Hey. -Hey.

-Thanks again for... -You know, weed's legal in California.

Yeah. Um...

I know, I told you, I've just never done it before,

and the dispensary intimidated me.

Yeah, sorry, let's just, uh...

Come on over. We'll take care of this real quick.

All right.

Got some good stuff for you to try.

Tanya's organizing a weekend in Big Bear.

Sounds fun. Love Tanya.

I just hope I don't have a bad trip. I'm anxious on a good day.

It's not called Big Bear for any reason, right?

-I wouldn't overthink it, no. -Okay.

I think you're okay.

Uh...

-Oh, it's... -That's you.

Oh, thank you.

Great, yeah, uh, I'll just put it in.

Yeah, yeah, again, it's all legal, so none of that is, it just, you're good.

-Um, cool, all good? -Great. Yeah.

Is your roommate a photographer?

Oh, no, that'd be red light.

I think it's just, uh, he's really into botany.

-For real? -Yeah, I don't know, he's weird.

I have no idea what all he's growing in there,

but we actually tried some of his shrooms.

I've heard of shrooms, should I do shrooms?

No, I don't think you should. I would just ease in if I were you.

Did you, uh, vet your roommate before moving in with him?

Uh, no. Kind of all happened pretty quick.

I don't know if you remember. So... didn't have time to be picky.

But he's, you know, he's barely ever here and he pays rent on time, so...

It's like living with fucking Beetlejuice.

-Hi, Jack. -Hey, Bob.

Uh, this is Mia, my ex-girlfriend.

We're on good terms, and she's here buying weed.

Hi.

-I can't keep track of all the women. -Ah, that hurts.

Just be sure to let Mrs. Eggers know.

Yeah.

-Yep. -Can I...?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Um...

Okay, wait. If he had shrooms, doesn't that mean he's a drug dealer?

He said he was just holding them for a friend.

Isn't holding them for a friend what people say

when they're definitely dealing drugs?

-He's a little drug dealer-y, yeah. -Yeah.

-He also owns a gun. -What?

Yeah, but he said it was just for sentimental reasons.

Oh, sentimental reasons.

Yeah, okay, then I feel perfectly fine about that.

Um...

I saw your post about the Laugh Factory.

Would you and Anna hook up--?

Did Anna hook you up with--? Did she help you get that?

- Yes. - Great.

She did, yeah.

I feel like I was always really straight with you about the Anna thing,

Mia, you know.

Anna's really more of just, like, a business contact.

Like, knowing her is, like, good for my careers.

Why are you whispering?

Am I whispering?

Well, kind of. A little bit.

Occupied.

Different girl.

Great.

Hi, Mia.

Okay, so this looks bad.

Go fuck yourself, Jack.

Mia, we were just-- I was helping her prep for an audition.

It's not a fucking...

It's good to know I'm just a business contact.

Anna, that's not-- I'm sorry.

I just said that 'cause I didn't want to upset her.

-Oh, so you were just lying. -You saw how she just reacted.

-She's very raw right now, and I... -It's probably because she was lied to.

She's an adult, all right? She doesn't need you to coddle her.

She can handle a few fucking boundaries.

Okay, look, I said I'm sorry. Are we good?

No. Don't come to the show tonight. We don't need you.

Unresolved business.

Whatever puts me on the floor is about to happen.

Jack, can we not?

-I want to talk to you. -What is there to talk about?

I just want to let you know that there's not anything going on with me and Anna.

How come we never went to therapy?

...fucking weird, and I just want to take a step back.

I kept suggesting that we go. We weren't always like this.

I don't know if that's fair. You get to just walk away?

I don't know. Sometimes people grow apart.

What is going on up there?

I-I've been there for you throughout this whole breakup.

So do you ever think maybe you were leaning on me a little too much?

Yes, all the time, actually.

Okay, see, right there. Now, why did you call me?

Because you were wrong.

There's nothing really going on with me and Anna.

That's not why I was mad, though. You lied to me.

I'm hurting too.

That's why I kept asking if you needed space.

You asked, but you didn't mean it.

Did you think it was all me?

That I was the problem?

No, Mia. You're great. I know you. I know your heart.

You're, like, the best person I know.

'Cause I know you, Mia!

You're an overbearing, neurotic, codependent mess.

It's kind of incredible.

You know what, Jack? You flipped it on me.

You hurt me because you lied, and still I'm the bad guy?

Well, it's true. I was there for you during the breakup.

You can't see how I felt humiliated

when you didn't tell me that Anna was in the other fucking room earlier?

There are things that I need to work on, but...

-I'm actually seeing someone. -Oh, God!

So you're allowed to just start seeing someone whenever you want.

But for me, it's very fucking weird.

I meant a therapist, you asshole.

Well, I don't envy whoever that person is.

What are you talking about?

Do you think, like, a couple months of therapy is gonna change anything?

Please stop.

God forbid I try to be friends with Anna.

I dropped that friendship because of you.

I never asked you to do that.

No, but you acted insane about it.

I never knew that you resented me this much.

The second I was out of our relationship, I realized how much time I've been wasting

and how much I've been missing out on.

You don't mean that.

Yes, I do, Mia. You're broken.

Fuck.

Why would you say that to me?

Well, you won, I guess. You brought me right back to a bad place.

I overreacted. Hang on.

You never paid me back for those shrooms.

-Bob, I'm sorry. -Too late.

It was Bob.

I kept saying that we should go to therapy together.

Bob did it!

I mismanaged the Anna thing from the start. I see that.

Wait, wouldn't I be, like, missing my face?

This didn't happen.

Would it have hurt for you to assure me that I was your girl?

Hey, what's up?

Hey, um, are you gonna be home soon?

Mia, I was shitty, okay? I know that.

-Then why did you do it? -I don't know.

-Did you ever love me? -Mia...

God, are you gonna do this forever?

Just move into a different bachelor pad every time it gets hard?

-Yeah. -Why?

Because it's easier! Because...

Because living with you, I-I felt like a failure.

I-I couldn't understand how you ever doubted how I felt about you.

Are you gonna be home soon?

I can be. Are you okay?

Yeah, I was, um, just thinking we could do movie night.

I-- I love you so much.

I care to, like, a stupidly high degree what you think.

And I would drop plans at, like, a moment's notice

whenever I thought you were, like, sad or anxious, anything.

I would do anything for you.

I never asked you to drop plans for me.

I don't want to bother you if you're...

No, no, no. It's good. It's good. It's good. That sounds fun.

Um, let's do that. Cool. I'll see you soon.

-I love you. -I love you too.

I kept asking if you were okay, and...

you never opened up to me.

-Hey. -Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, good.

I can't read your mind, Jack.

Yeah. I mean, I don't know.

It's like... it's embarrassing.

I'm a hack.

Booking unpaid bar gigs, pushing 30.

And I know, like,

I wanna have a family, and I...

You know, your parents want me to get my act together,

and my parents want me to get my act together,

and I want that, and I don't know how to do that.

I don't care about any of that.

And I would have...

I would have wanted to help you.

I would have wanted to help you.

You could have been vulnerable with me.

You just kept telling me that you were fine.

You okay?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

I knew that there was something you weren't telling me, and that...

that silence made me question everything.

You're it for me, Jack.

You went through my fucking phone!

-Don't swear at me, Jack! -Sorry, shit, I'm sorry.

I'll put a penny in the fucking swear jar.

Oh, are you gonna borrow it from your stepdad,

or should I cover it along with rent this month?

Okay, oh, okay.

I would have done anything,

anything to fix us.

Jack, I'm sorry.

Sorry, okay?

It just, it makes me feel unsafe when you swear at me.

Okay, well, I don't want you to feel unsafe, so...

Where are you going?

I've got to get out of here.

Wait, Jack, stop. You're being dramatic.

You're insane, and I get now why he cheated on you.

Get out.

Get the fuck out! Go be a professional failure!

I really hurt you.

I'm really sorry.

I know you mean that, Jack.

Now you just have to tell her.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

-Okay. -Yeah.

Cool.

How about these?

Oh, remember, the doctor said to go easy on those.

It's just a Xanax prescription.

Do you want another drink?

Remember, the doctor said to go easy on those.

Xanax prescription.

Do you want another drink?

Perhaps an overdose.

Cliche?

Yes. Probable?

Also yes.

We're very disappointed in you.

Why can't you be more like your brother?

You're a hack.

Let me in!

You're never gonna make it.

I wish you were a friend worth saving.

Hey.

Yeah, thanks, Mia. I'll be right over there. Hang on.

- Who was that? - Uh, that was Mia.

-Jack's in trouble. I gotta go. -Okay.

Okay? Um, all right, yeah, I'll be-- I'll be right back.

Hey there, Jack, you all right? Jack, you all right, buddy?

- The alcohol? - And the Xanax, yeah.

Oh, man, I fucking OD'd?

You sure did, dude.

Oh, God, that's such a lame way to almost die.

I'm really... I'm sorry it wasn't something cooler.

-That's fine. -How'd they find me?

Well, these guys knocked your door down.

You're gonna have to explain that one to Bob.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

All right, buddy. We'll see you when we see you, okay?

-Chris. -Right?

Chris. Chris, Chris. I want to apologize.

-I'm really sorry about the show. -No, it's fine.

I want to say that was really shitty of me,

and I just completely betrayed your trust, and I feel like I have a lot of stuff

that I need to work on myself, but that was, like, really unfair.

Thank you. Seriously, thank you.

Apology accepted. We're good. Just rest up, all right?

Just 'cause I know that you maybe muted me on your phone,

and I want to say that I genuinely understand that because I feel like

if you needed some space, if you needed a moment, I hope that we can be friends.

Well, I genuinely unmuted you on the way over here, so we can text, we can call,

preferably after you've had some fluids in your system.

-Okay, that's fair. -Okay? Yeah?

-Just take care. They're gonna get-- -Maybe I'll text you.

I'll text you when I'm out of here. I don't think this will be--

This won't take that long, right?

Just a quick little... Real quick.

-So, what are you up to tonight? -Maybe, like, put a pin in that for now?

-It doesn't have to be tonight. -Very soon, okay? So drive safe.

-Drive safe. Everything's good. -Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, hang on, dude.

Did you ever figure out what was up with the purple light in Bob's room?

Yes, dude. It fucking-- It was botany.

Botany! How did we not even consider that?

-He loves plants. -All right, we'll talk.

-Talk. -We'll talk.

-We'll talk. -All right.

Mia, I realized far too late that I was using comedy,

friendships, everything here in L.A. to fill a void.

I thought if I could just keep grinding,

then one day it would all fall into place and I'd be happy.

But I never stopped to realize I was hurting friends, family,

and most of all, you.

You were always willing to come to the table and try, but I shut you out.

I let us down. I want to work on myself.

I want to be better for everybody in my life.

I'm not sending this with any expectations.

I don't even know if you're reading this, but if you are reading this,

I hope you're well.

I hope you're continuing to be the amazing person you've always been.

Thank you for saving my life, Mia.

Sincerely, Jack.

♪ She asked me, baby, did you burn That deal before you knew me? ♪

♪ Like she knew me ♪

♪ She said I'm lovely with a lonely time Till your blood goes blue ♪

♪ Yeah, I know you ♪

♪ She said I've been dead in your High school bed since you met me ♪

♪ She said with friends like these Who needs anybody else? ♪

You know, I'm not really feeling these gummies.

I feel like I could take another.

♪ She said I get cold In your ex's clothes that you left me ♪

♪ She said with eyes like these Who sees anybody else? ♪

You know, I do think the gummies just kicked in.

I'm gonna take another.

♪ Oh, but you're holding on ♪

♪ You're holding on ♪

♪ Holding on, holding on ♪

♪ Holding on, holding on ♪

♪ On and on and on ♪

♪ On and on and on ♪

♪ On and on and on ♪

♪ She said I'm screaming warnings Dressed like mornings ♪

♪ Black tattoos doing voodoo ♪

♪ Pouring out together ♪

♪ In any weather you'll come ♪

♪ She asked me, honey, ain't it Getting hard to hold and love me? ♪

♪ Like she loves me ♪

♪ She said, I'm older Than the golden rule ♪

♪ But we can say I'm new ♪

♪ And she said, I'm in bed In a good girl's head and you let me ♪

♪ She said with friends like these Who needs anybody? ♪

♪ She said with eyes like these Who sees anybody? ♪

♪ She said with dreams so strong You belong to nobody else ♪