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It's Matthew. Leave a message.

Hi, Matthew. It's me again.

I'm so, so sorry. Please call me back so we can talk, okay?

I love you. I'll try you again in a few hours.

Any luck?

I haven't called a boy this much since...

Honestly, I've never called a boy this much.

I've always been very cool.

- You have. - Yes.

- You know what will cheer you up? - What?

Look at that.

I know you're excited, but try to be chill.

I got you.

- Good morning, lovebirds. - Hey, d.

Hey, how are you?

The only thing that can make this beautiful day any better

is seeing a glowing biracial couple.

- Okay. - I wasn't chill, was I?

- You never are, babe. - Dang it.

It is such a nice day. We should go to the beach.

Come on, play hooky with me.

- I can't. - I can't.

I just want to lay on a towel while you tell me I'm pretty,

and then you can rub sunscreen on my butt.

- I have to work. - I have to work.

- Stop doing that shit. - Stop doing that shit.

Been living together too long.

Okay, we used to play hooky all the time.

Do you remember that time that we stole your friend's car

and then we went to this super fancy restaurant,

and then he was in a parade.

- No, that's Ferris Bueller's day off. - Damn right.

We saw it and then we did it.

Well, he doesn't roll like that anymore. This Sean is a giant buzzkill.

All right, grandma, you got too much dip on your chip.

I don't see you out there going hard.

At least when I was your age,

I was getting into all kinds of wild shit.

- What's happening? - I got to get to work.

- Love you, baby. - Bye, babe.

- I gotta go too. - See ya.

Wait, you already got into college.

Why don't you skip school and we get some margaritas?

My dad is right behind you.

- Coffees. - I can hear both of you.

I have a test on the renaissance today. It's kind of my era.

Nerd!

What is wrong with these people?

Look, I've tried to set an example as a fuck up.

It's very disappointing to me too.

And I met with that psycho-pharmacologist you recommended...

- Yeah. - About maybe getting on

- to an antidepressant. - That's great.

I also mentioned that we've been working on me feeling my feelings.

Speaking of which,

yesterday I let myself cry watching a video

of a lion reconnecting with the weird guy who raised it.

Proud of you.

I would actually like to revisit

something that you mentioned when we were at trivia night.

Those two friends you sometimes hang out with

when you're feeling down in the dumps.

Xanax and zinfandel.

Gotta love xanny and zinny.

Yeah, those two aren't really supposed to be friends.

It's like me and my girl Vanessa in the 6th grade.

We couldn't sit together because we'd get into absolute nonsense.

Like, our grades would slip, we'd get detention,

Jada Robinson's pants would get pulled down.

- Why? - She asked us to.

She was proud of her butt.

My point is, those two are a bad combo.

Loneliness becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy

if you are isolating and self-medicating.

If you're doing that, Maya, call me. Okay?

- Okay. - Good.

- Do you want to know what makes me cry? - What?

Any of those videos of that salty judge in Ohio that, like, talks to the defendants

and then doesn't make them pay their tickets if their lives are hard.

Yep.

I dream about him being my dad.

She's got debilitating depression

and she's been self-medicating because she feels like her friends abandoned her.

And that makes you happy because you're a sociopath?

Babe, it's because this is what I'm supposed to be doing.

God, I feel like Beyoncé when she knew she was about to go solo.

- Yeah. - You know, Paul's retiring

and I can't stop thinking, what if someday I opened up my own, like, trauma center.

It'd be like an inpatient retreat

where people can detox and they can do group therapy.

I know I'm just, like, dreaming right now, but, like, honestly,

just the thought of it is, like, really turning me on right now.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

So, helping people with their trauma gives you the downstairs tingles?

Yeah, it's like my foot fell asleep but around my cooch.

- Yeah. - Well, I've got all kinds of past trauma.

Dark shit, real black people shit.

Okay.

What are you doing?

- I want you on that counter. - There's other ways to...

- is there? Let's do that. - No. I'll do it.

- Are you sure? Yeah. - Yeah, I'm good. Yeah. I love the effort.

- Yeah. Tell me more. - Yeah.

Long story, but I was the very first Amber alert.

Fuck, that is hot.

Hey, we got a lot to do before we retire that Jersey of yours,

but I'm gonna help you through all of it.

Transferring patient care, handling client records,

poetically book ending a pitch perfect career.

And I have been guilted into helping with the legal aspects.

So, since you own the building,

you'll have to decide on an insurance agreement

in the event that Gaby and Jimmy continue to work there.

Or you could do a property tax transfer.

- Am I boring you? - Very much so.

Okay, well, fuck you both.

Look, Meg's coming for the weekend. I... it's...

my god, girl dads.

Can we please just spend a little bit of time

discussing how you raised strong women who idolize their daddies,

but not so much that they date old men?

'Cause, you know... 'Cause old men are gross.

No offense, no offense.

Look, can one of you knuckleheads just drive me to the airport to pick up Meg?

Absolutely. Whatever you need.

If I have to go, I get to pick the music.

Fine.

Valjean, at last we see each other plain

"monsieur le mayor" you'll wear a different chain

before you say another word, javert

before you chain me up like a slave again

listen to me there is something I must do

this woman leaves behind a suffering child

there is none but me who can intercede

in mercy's name three days are all I need

then I'll return I pledge my word, and then I'll return

you must think me mad I've hunted you across the years

men like you can never change a man such as you

believe of me what you will - men like you can never change

- there is a duty I've sworn to do. - Men like you can never change

you know nothing of my life - no, two-four-six-one

all I did was steal some bread - one, my duty's

I am warning you - you know nothing of javert!

I was born inside a jail - there is nothing I won't dare

I was born with scum like you - if I have to kill you here

- I am from the gutter too. - I'll do what must be done

did you guys make that up?

- Yeah, we did. We made it up. Yeah. - Yeah. We made it up.

Hey, Paul, how many poignant goodbyes has Jimmy said to you already?

Way too fucking many.

It's not on purpose, okay?

It's just that every time I say goodbye now, it comes out way too emotional.

I'm saving mine for when you actually leave.

But just a heads-up,

I am going to need you to tell me how much you love me

and how I've influenced your life and your skincare routine.

I'm all about that cocoa butter.

Your hands feel 25.

Hey, kid, will you make me a spreadsheet

so I can keep track of my patient referrals?

No problemo. Anything for you.

- See you guys. - Goodbye, Paul.

Jesus.

Damn it.

"Anything for you"?

While I almost understand your need to be at the Beck and call

of your outgoing king,

take it from someone who's done way too much care giving,

this is not gonna go the way you imagine it.

Gab, I'm not expecting that much.

Just for the next few months, I would like to shadow him, to fully absorb his genius.

And perhaps we coauthor a paper about it.

Then, on his final day, I would really like him to look right in my eyes and say,

"thank you, Jimmy, for I have learned something from you too."

Yeah.

Old people are good at two things:

Spreading computer viruses and taking shit for granted.

For example, my mom is currently at my house

because the nurse I hired for her went on vacation with her family.

That ho didn't even ask me.

I just come home and there's my mom in the kitchen,

frying some fish in her t-shirt and underwear.

Do you know what sucks the most?

There's something worse than underwear fish?

You'll never get that thank-you you're dreaming about.

Should I just wait in your office?

Dan, hey, come on in, man.

- Hi. - Hello, Gaby.

Go for it.

Hey, Gaby...

what are you doing for the holidays?

Which holiday?

Your choice?

Okay. Hey, we got a little more work to do on small talk, but you started so strong.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Hey, who needs a thank-you from Paul when I got one from Dan?

I know you said you wanted to be paid in taco bell,

but I figured it would be too messy for our walk,

so I brought you this taco hair clip instead.

My god. This is so cute.

Yeah, I'll let it go.

You're in a really good mood.

You have no idea.

If you're going to tell me about some, like, dark problem,

I might explode with joy.

I don't think I'm fun.

Look, it's no secret why I became this careful mini adult, but it's been so long.

What if this is just who I am now? Boring.

I got good news.

You're hot, so you can afford to be a little boring.

Also, even better news, you're not boring.

Plus, when you go to college, you can reinvent yourself.

My freshman year I tried being witchy.

How'd that go?

It was so tight. I look super hot in a cloak.

Well, I'm not comfortable appropriating witch culture.

See how lame I am?

No, no, no. I am not humoring this, okay?

You are strong. You can be whoever you wanna be.

You just got to say, like, "fuck it." And you got to try some shit.

Don't tell me what to do, bitch.

- No, sorry, I can't pull that off. - No, keep experimenting.

Maybe less bossy and more bubbly. Or do you do accents or something?

Hello, I'm Alice. It's really nice to meet you.

Yeah, it's gonna be hard to keep that up for four years.

Well, I really think you should take tonight off.

Look, this party sounds sick. It's, like, in a cool warehouse downtown.

And I bet she's gonna dress really slutty.

We're gonna be so cold.

- I don't like you two as friends. - Come on.

You won't come out just one night, like, to party like we used to?

I'm in. No matter what it is, it's a yes.

I love this version of you.

Come on, dude.

Yeah, we all know you just want the night off.

Of course he wants the night off.

Thanks to you, Jorge has no life, no significant other.

He needs to get some v.

Or d. Sorry, I don't know your deal.

At this point, I'd take either.

Come on, Sean, just this once. Let's say "fuck it."

Fuck it.

- Fuck it. - Fuck it.

Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.

Fuck it.

Yes!

I left Matthew a message trying to bribe him with barbecue.

Smart. He likes burgers and ribs?

He likes mixing alcohol and fire.

That's a fun combo.

Parties do need tension.

He sent me this text.

"Can't make it. Pretty busy being an embarrassing asshole."

You missing him even more now, 'cause he used your own words against you?

I taught him that.

- What? - Okay, grill needs 20 minutes.

You two should have a baby.

Wow. Could have used a segue.

I'm glad someone said it.

If you don't have a baby, our friendship will dissolve in one to three years.

Please, will you do it?

Are you guys freaking serious? Liz, make 'em stop.

Answer the question.

You're all gonna have to wait.

Gaby and I have agreed to hold off on marriage talk or baby talk

until January 1st, 2027.

We're calling it operation hold your horsies.

Well, I respect your boundaries.

- Kiss-ass. - Who cares what you think?

We need to get some ice cream?

Again, could have used a segue.

What are you watching your word count or something?

Okay... Gaby, you wanna come?

Yeah, get me away from these nosy assholes.

Well, that was a suspicious exit.

Are they going to have a threesome?

Why wouldn't they invite me? I'm so fun at threesomes.

I talk the whole time, so it never gets awkward.

Well, there's three of us here.

- Nah. - Too tired.

I was clearly kidding.

- Babe, give it a rest. - I said, "good day."

Wow, okay, I'm gonna be honest.

This ice cream shop needs a refresh.

How great would this be for your trauma center?

Okay, so it's a fixer-upper,

but a buddy of mine in real estate will make you a deal.

Yeah, it's quiet, it's spacious, barely haunted.

You're dumb.

Guys, I mean, it's perfect, but it's just a pipe dream.

Yeah, well, now it doesn't have to be.

I'm telling you, I can round up investors.

We can do this.

I'll meet with these other therapists.

But I don't believe anyone will be as good as you.

Well, they won't, but you'll be all right.

I promise you.

Hey, we have a visitor.

Hey, honey, I didn't know you were coming in.

I'm just picking out a mug and making her some tea.

Okay, I'm just putting my cell phone down and hugging my daughter,

but I'm okay with not narrating the rest of my life.

Dad, I need a favor.

Yeah?

Dave forgot to get photos for Mason's family tree project,

which he's known about forever.

I'd end it.

Like clockwork.

Anyway, can we go by your storage unit and look for some old family pictures?

I've got another patient.

- Your tea, madam. - Thank you.

- Jimmy? Are you done for the day? - Yeah?

Yeah, I finished up your spreadsheet

and I was just gonna head over to Liz's for a barbecue if you wanna come.

Not ever. Do me a favor, will you?

Go by the storage unit with Meg and pick up my old notes on Reggie.

He's nervous about my retiring 'cause I'm incredibly good at what I do.

I want to show him how far he's come.

Dad, I can get the records.

No. Jimmy will do it.

You can go together.

- He pointed right at my face. - I saw that.

'Cause he likes me.

I told you, man. I called it.

She wants me to be some guy I'm not anymore.

I've gotta go to this warehouse party.

The fuck you even wear to a warehouse at night?

Short shorts, espadrilles, no socks.

I don't even know why I said yes.

She smells so nice.

That's why.

Julie smells like a new car.

I love the smell of a new car.

That's nice. I hate this.

- Why the hell are you smiling? - Because it's what I hoped would happen.

You're set in your ways. You're a stubborn fuck.

Takes one to know one.

I like what this girl is doing to you. Makes my job easier.

Everybody needs to be disrupted sometimes.

To hell with disrupting, man. I like my schedule.

I open the truck lunch and dinner,

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.

Not Sunday, 'cause that's just brunch.

So, when do you shit?

I just told you, Sunday nights.

Listen to me, you're working for me now. You're going to that party.

Think of it as a litmus test for what you're capable of.

Anyone can tolerate anything for one night.

Julie made me go to a friend's house for dinner.

It was a no-shoes house.

Fucking freaks.

I don't like working for you.

You messed up. You let a catalyst in your life.

Nothing scarier than having someone you care about

yank you out of your comfort zone.

He "we'd" me without my consent.

- That whore. - No.

- Yep, about my trauma center. - Wait, you have a trauma center?

No, Liz, it's an imaginary trauma center. You got to keep up.

After Thanksgiving, I can't cause more drama just because I'm freaking out.

You know what? I want you to take my phone

just in case I try and call him and dump him.

You know, sometimes I feel like you need a therapist.

Well, Brian, I have one, and I meet her every week to work on this, okay?

Do you have a therapist?

I did, but he said I didn't need it anymore.

That never happened.

Okay, I need to round up my inner circle and get in the sea about it.

Yeah, but not in the literal ocean like Derrick does.

That shit should've always been a metaphor.

So true. I'll round everyone up, but not Aliyah.

Liz, don't play with me. I need the whole circle.

- Circle? I wanna be in the circle. - News flash, mom.

Anybody that constantly critiques my posture does not get to be in the circle.

Your loss. And stop slouching.

All right.

You know what, I bet you that sneaky bastard "we'd" me on purpose.

- Here we go. - He found a loophole

to attack operation hold your horsies.

It's diabolical.

He's an evil, beautiful genius.

You know what? Give me my phone.

- This one? - Yeah, that phone.

No.

- Give me my phone. - No.

Give me my phone.

- No. - Don't give it to her, Liz!

Don't give it to her!

Liz, it's not funny. Give me my phone.

- Don't let her have it! - Give me my phone. Liz, give me my phone!

- No, no, no. - Give me my phone.

Do not go run in my house, Liz.

Okay. Whoever finds their thing first has permission to leave.

Absolutely.

- I found my pictures. - Fuck you.

I wanna leave, but I actually feel too bad for you.

Feel free, I'll be fine.

Unless you insist.

- It's really important to me. - Okay. Cool.

Look for anything that says, like, patient files, I don't know.

Okay.

Jesus, dad. Is this a... a spear gun?

Yeah, that's from a while back.

Your dad had an abalone at a Sushi restaurant and loved it so much

he decided he was gonna catch his own, snorkeling off Catalina.

The spear gun was because he was convinced

there was a sea lion that had it out for him.

No. He didn't kill it. They actually became friends.

No, it's just, you know so much more about my dad than I do.

You're practically my adoptive brother.

Yeah.

Well, look, if it makes you feel any better,

my own father is a bit of mystery to me as well.

One might call him emotionally elusive.

What a lovely way to say that he sucked.

You know, it's funny. I swing so far the other direction.

But lately, I find myself wishing I wasn't so attached to Alice.

She's going off to college soon.

I'm having a hard time pretending it's not killing me.

Your daughter's leaving and now my dad.

How are you dealing with that by the way?

I'm fine.

Yeah, he'll still be around.

I'll get to ask him for advice.

Maybe get him to introduce me to that sea lion.

His name is Julian.

Jimmy, the reason I came here was to convince my dad to move to Connecticut.

Yeah? Good luck with that.

He said yes.

Did we have to take the truck? We smell like shrimp.

So?

Just dance with somebody who's hungry.

Okay. My friend texted me.

They were able to get us on the list, but it's 40 bucks a head.

And cash only.

Who even carries cash?

You got any, sad boy?

Don't love that nickname, but I'm super poor, so it fits.

Guess we're fucked.

Well, there's tons of people around.

And who doesn't want to get their grub on before they get their club on?

Let's open the truck.

- Okay. - Let's get it.

- My baby is rhyming. Let's go. - Okay.

Let's make some money.

Hi, you guys. We should eat some before we take Tequila shots, you know?

Paul, thank you so much for coming to my inner circle.

And I gotta say, I'm loving your lil jammy jams.

Liz said I had to attend because of some covenant of the rock.

Wow. She's just handing those out Willy-nilly now?

You're just mad 'cause you don't have one.

- I'm furious. - What is this covenant?

Don't worry. You'll never get a rock.

I don't want a rock.

You will.

I want to be in the circle.

- She can have my spot. - No trading spots.

Mom, you can stay.

But don't do that thing where you tell some long, boring-ass story

- that nobody wants to hear. - What?

- Her rules are stupid. - Tell me about it.

All right. Derrick "we'd" me.

Therefore, I need to evaluate him long-term.

Let's start with his pros.

Last week he got me chili cheese fries because I was on my period.

But not because I told him I was on it, because he did the math.

Did the math? Don't all women get their period the same day?

Is he serious?

Here's a pro. That young man that you're dating,

remind me of a fella I met back in 1969

when I was growing up in Illinois. What was his name again?

Is this one of those long, boring stories you were talking about?

Shit. You done it now.

I'm sorry. Go on.

Who was in Illinois?

- Gary, yes. That was his name. Gary. - Gary?

Chile, he worked in the bank, honey.

And I had my little check and I go up to his window

and ask him to give it to me in ones 'cause I like to see it go...

So, how's this stack up next to your usual Friday nights?

For me? It's pretty awesome.

Yeah. I've been trying to put myself back out there a bit.

Your dad's given me some good advice actually.

Relationship help from my dad?

There wasn't a murderer or a five-year-old you could ask?

Any success?

- I recently made a woman cry at dinner. - That's not good.

Maybe I'm lucky I'm such a disaster.

I mean, Tia was as close to perfect as you're gonna get.

And it was still tricky sometimes.

Yeah, you don't have to tell me that relationships are hard.

I know it all too well.

Really? Dave troubles. Your dad is gonna be so happy.

- You wanna talk about it? - No, nice try.

As the daughter of a therapist, I see what you're trying to do, but we are...

we are staying on you.

You're gonna cross your legs and stare at me now?

I am. Yeah, I've learned from the best.

Fine, yes. There's... there's a woman.

She's really weird. She makes me laugh.

Seems very right for me.

It's just, you know... I don't know.

You ever gonna get out of your own way?

Well, now you sound like your dad.

Our dad.

I wish I could just have one easy romantic moment.

One uncomplicated kiss to help get me over the hump.

Make me feel hopeful again.

Maybe night swimming by r.E.M. Is playing in the background.

For some reason I'm the one singing it.

You've thought about this before.

I've thought about the moment. I only just now set it to music.

I want you to listen to me, Jimmy. I think everything is...

shit. I found it. I found it.

Reginald chen.

- I found the fucking file. - Yes. Let's get the hell out of here.

You wanna finish your pep talk?

Sure.

I think it's all gonna work out for you, Jimmy.

Sorry. That's all I've got. I'm starving.

It was only an okay pep talk.

Okay. We have enough for all five of us to get in.

- Nice. - Yes!

Wait. So, I don't have to hook up with the bouncer?

My god, I'm sorry. I know you were excited about that.

I think I'm still gonna.

Okay. Come on.

- Let's wrap this shit up. Vámonos. - Let's do it.

- Sweet. - Nah, there's still a couple more people.

- Y'all go ahead. - Wait, you're not coming?

- Dude, come on. Don't be like that. - You can go too.

Sweet. Bye.

Hey, are you serious right now?

Look at my dress.

Now think about it while I'm sweaty and dancing.

Come on, are you really not coming?

I just... I work Fridays.

Just feels right.

Whatever, dude.

- Come on, let's go inside. - Shit.

Okay. Now we know the pros.

Let's move on to the cons.

He puts all of his phone apps in folders.

I do that.

- What does that mean? - Look, this is bullshit.

Derrick's got pros, Derrick's got cons. Derrick's got a fine ass.

- Cake. - Gyatt.

- High and tight. - Look, we all know why you're scared.

It's old news.

Rude. My fears aren't old news.

Also, none of you know what makes me, me.

- I do. I do. I know. - I do. I do.

- I'm your mama. - Just... let me just go.

I think that I was first. Go. You go.

You had a very painful divorce, so you are terrified of any commitment.

Even though there were extenuating circumstances.

- He was an addict. - I know. I dated him after her.

I know. I just wanted you to have to say it out loud.

Now you're an overly independent woman

who's allergic to men who don't need you to take care of them.

So, instead you make terrible decisions like fucking Jimmy

and ruining your most important friendship by not telling me about it.

Get over it.

Yeah. Jimmy was bad judgment for sure.

Bitch, I fought for you to be in this circle.

I'm sorry.

- I did not want you to come. - I know.

All right, look. Enough of this circle mess.

It's like you're waiting for permission to be happy.

Drop a mic with me.

Okay, I didn't invite you guys over here to torch me.

No. It's just a perk.

We're all here because you let a catalyst in your life

who's forcing you to make decisions.

And you want us to tell you what to do.

We can't.

I hoped you learned something from me over these years.

What do I always say about tough choices?

You don't know whether your choice is right or wrong until you make it.

- That's so good. Wow. - That's really powerful.

All right, everybody, just be quiet. I need to think.

- I want a rock. - Would you be quiet already?

Brian, be quiet. I can hear you.

- Damn. - I didn't know you could hear me.

Not that busy?

Nah.

How's the party?

I didn't wanna go in without you.

What the hell are you doing?

I don't know.

I'm failing a stupid litmus test and messing things up

with a girl who smells like my favorite cookies.

Marisol doesn't get it.

My truck is not just a truck.

It's about structure and feeling in control.

And stability.

So, it's a structure-control-stability-truck?

Nah, you don't get it either.

I feel safe now. Finally.

Do you remember when you first moved in and I tried to kiss you?

That was you?

I didn't do it because I was attracted to you.

Actually, I didn't think you were hot at all.

Thanks for letting me know.

Sean, we are two people who have had awful things happen to us.

We've been hiding from the world.

And, hey, I'm grateful we found each other.

But I'm done fucking hiding.

And maybe you should be too.

You thought I was handsome.

I really didn't.

But Marisol does.

- Hey, dad. - Hey.

We're back.

I got kidnapped again.

- Liz. - What?

It happens.

This may cheer you up.

Your Reginald files, sir.

I don't need it anymore. Reggie called me up.

He used one of my tools to settle his anxiety.

Goat. Remember?

Yeah, yeah. Of course I remember. Cool.

Well, congrats. That's good for Reggie.

And next time you go to storage, grab the rest of those files.

You need to start digitizing them for me.

Yeah, I need to? Okay. You got it, Paul.

Need some help with that puzzle? I'm pretty great at sky.

Sorry, pal.

Why don't you give me a little time with my actual kid?

- Okay, yeah. - Can I?

- Of course. You got it, Paul. - Yeah.

- Bye. - See you, Jimmy.

Goodbye, Paul. Goddamn it.

I'm not sure this tastes like $45.

This on the other hand...

This tastes like 40 cents' worth of beans, and I'm here for it.

You know we almost broke up today?

Really?

The trauma center thing really threw me.

Look, I'm not ready to make a decision on that yet.

But the one choice I do feel confident in right now...

- Is you. - Wow.

Merlot and liquid cheese make you soft.

Shut up. Seriously.

Fuck the rules.

You can talk to me about the future anytime.

- I like that. - Me too.

Kinda genius how I sidestepped operation hold your horsies.

- I knew it. You tricky bitch. - You got got.

I really did.

- Hi. Come on in. - Hi. Hi.

I was... I was knocking on the front door and I saw your car.

Yeah, I had headphones on.

Just trying to wait up for Alice. She's at a party, so...

I just wanted to say...

you deserved a thank-you.

Well, you know. Paul's a very part...

That didn't feel like a brother-sister kiss.

We're not related, Jimmy.

Right.