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Why can't I wrap my mind around the fact

that I am helping Alice Laird pack for college?

Maybe 'cause you're not?

You're just pretending to be philosophical to avoid actually helping.

God, time flies.

It seems like yesterday you were Sutton's age, and now you're...

- Eighteen. - Eighteen.

You're a woman now.

- Ew. - But wait.

Only two bags for an entire school year?

Charlie and I are going away for a few months,

and I have an entire suitcase just for my Labubus.

I mean Sutton's Labubus.

Dad's driving the rest of my stuff out next month when I move into my dorm.

This is just soccer preseason stuff.

Oh, my God. I'm leaving in three days. I need more time.

Hey, kid. You're ready.

I know I'm ready. You're not.

You're gonna be alone.

Liz and Derek are going to Spain, this one's going to Tennessee,

and you kind of blew it with Sofi.

I did not blow it with her.

I panicked, and then I let my issues with your grandpa drive her away forever.

- Like a baller. - Like a baller,

who gets into a big fight with his boss right before he moves away,

and now the two of you are icing each other out

like a couple of middle school bitches.

Which... Which, by the way, I'm here for.

Listen, you guys, you don't have to worry.

I'm gonna be fine alone. I'm actually looking forward to it.

I can drink things from the fridge straight from the bottle.

Juice, milk, soy sauce.

And I can walk around the house in my underwear.

Cool. I'm definitely not worried about you anymore.

- Soy sauce? - Yeah.

Sometimes I like to eat a bunch of sushi and then just do a shot of it.

That's disturbing.

You know, we both really appreciate

- you guys letting us stay. - Oh, no.

It's just till our stuff gets here.

Are you really gonna live in Connecticut forever?

Till the day I die.

I might even do it on this couch.

- Dad. - Paul, no.

Maybe you'll croak on the toilet like Elvis.

Let's pack up for baseball practice, bud. Come on.

- Who's Elvis? - It's not important.

Why is he still around?

We are working on our marriage.

Oh, and forgive me for wishing that Jimmy had knocked the Dave out of you.

- Jesus Christ, Paul. - Wait, he told you?

All right, you know what? I always preferred privacy

when talking to my dad about my sexual partners,

so I'll just give you two a minute.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

What? Jimmy blurted it out when he was being mad at me.

Look, it was a weird time.

Dave and I were separated, and Jimmy is such a caring guy.

It wasn't a big deal.

So, he was safe dick.

- Excuse me? - Safe dick.

It means no-strings-attached sex.

- Yeah... - Like Julie was a safe dick,

and then she definitely was not safe dick.

Please stop saying safe dick.

What's safe dick?

Um, your mom probably shouldn't

- have said that in front of you. - Oh...

I'll explain it to you later.

No, you won't.

Oh, my God, what is happening? W-Why is this happening?

- What is it? - Oh.

Well, I thought we could start waking up early

to help us adjust now to Barcelona time.

That's Spanish for "rise and shine."

What's Spanish for, "I'll fucking kill you"?

Fine, suit yourself.

Hola, amigo. You're up early, Sean.

- Didn't you move into your new place yet? - I did.

So, what are you doing, man?

You know, Alice is leaving.

Not sure now is the best time to ditch Jimmy after all he's done for me.

So, what, you're just gonna pretend like you still live here?

At least until there's a good time to tell him.

That's crazy. He's gonna be happy for you.

- Hi, Jimmy. - Hola.

Hey, uh... Hey, wh-what are you doing up so early?

I don't know, guys. I heard a bunch of yelling.

- Yeah, that was us. - Why are you so happy about it?

Look at this day. Come on.

Sorry, man.

I was just chatting with Derek on my...

on my way out of the pool house where I slept last night.

Great story.

Do you know what time it is?

Everyone goes back to their bed, or...

What do you know?

She looked it up.

What's with the side-eye?

Normally when a long-term boyfriend pulls out a new move like you did last night,

I would think he was cheating,

but I feel like you just lost your way, and then you went with it.

What gave it away? Was it me not knowing where to put my thumb?

Oh, shit, I'm late.

- I gotta get ready. - Oh.

Oh, hey, babe, you know that new expensive bar of soap I got?

- Mm-hmm. - Please do not use it on your butt.

I won't.

But just to be safe, don't use it on your face later.

Hey, baby, do you have any Tylenol?

I can't hear you now.

Oh, no, he didn't.

No, he didn't.

Oh, wow.

My precious.

- Hey, babe. - Yeah?

I got an idea.

- Okay, what is it? - It's a really good one.

Why don't you and I get butt naked and take a shower together?

Why are you breathing so hard?

I always breathe like this. Why you standing like that?

I don't know.

- You wanna take a shower together? - No, I can't actually.

I have a... ...I have an early patient.

- Bye, babe. - Okay, give me a hug.

- Yes. Goodbye hug for you... - Thank you.

...my boyfriend. Love that.

- What the... bro hug? - Yep.

Toit, I'm out.

What, uh... A-Are we in a fight?

I don't know. Could be.

Maybe. I-I don't even...

Hey, Paul.

- Yeah? - Hey. Um...

How are you?

Fine.

How's Connecticut?

Can't complain.

- I got my own personal chef. - Whoa.

Don't spend that retirement money all at once, right?

It's my grandson.

What can I do for you, Jimmy?

Listen, I'm-I'm sorry that, uh...

things got kind of ugly back there before you left.

You were totally right about what you said.

Which time?

How my feelings were meant for someone else.

Don't sweat it, kid.

Textbook transference.

Ninety percent of my patients go off on me

and then wake up the next morning and realize I'm not their dad.

I know you're not my dad, Paul.

Do you?

Anyway, uh, it's not... it's not how I wanted to leave things, you know?

I was... I was actually really looking forward to our goodbye breakfast.

I had a lot I wanted to say to you before you left.

That's you, Jimmy.

Always picturing in your mind the ideal version of how you want things to go.

But life's messier than that, and it's okay.

What about Alice? Is she still coming by here

- on her way to Wesleyan? - Yeah.

She's worried about leaving me in an empty house,

so I just gotta make sure she knows I'm fine.

And then give her the fucking best send-off ever.

And hit all her favorite spots around town,

and when I drop her off at the airport, I'm gonna give the perfect goodbye speech.

I'm doing it right now, aren't I?

You are.

But it's Alice, so I'm gonna give you a pass this time.

Hey, listen, while-while I got you, I just want to say, uh...

Dad, you can make your own sandwiches.

Damn it, I g... gotta go. Stay in touch.

Okay. I have finished everything on my grandma-to-be checklist

for before our trip.

I set Peyton and Will up with our OB.

I sent them a case of prenatal vitamins, along with a very interesting article

about how vaginas never ever recover from water births.

Babe, did you write that article?

- Yes, I did. - Yeah. There you go.

- Hi. - Hey!

Hey, are you ready for brows and boba? I found a place that does both.

I can't.

Connor's taking me out to an expensive lunch.

It's our anniversary.

I am? It... It is?

Happy ten months and 13 days, baby.

This is like the third time you're blowing me off for Connor.

I thought we were going to hang out as much as possible

before I left for college.

Oh, right, you're going away to college.

I forgot because you haven't mentioned it for, like, almost five minutes.

- Really? - Really.

- Really? - No, no, no.

You're not involved in this.

Okay, I'm sensing maybe a little tension.

- Shut the fuck up, Connor. - Shut up, Connor.

You know what? I'm gonna sleep with your brother.

Nobody asked for your fucking opinion.

Why? Why does this always happen?

It's just how it is.

Get used to it, pal.

Hey, please don't teach our son that women are crazy.

Let him find out on his own.

- Liz? - What? Yeah, I'm...

Liz? Are you kidding me right now?

I'm here, and what are you doing?

- Holy crap. Holy shnikes, Liz. - What are you doing?

Look at this.

Oh, my God, he finally asked you.

He didn't do anything.

I found the ring. I tried it on.

It got stuck.

And what do you mean he finally asked me? Did you know about this?

Of course I do. The Dereks tell each other everything,

Derek tells me everything, and by transitive property, it means...

Oh, am I also a Derek?

Liz, why didn't you say anything?

'Cause I didn't want to ruin the surprise.

I wanted to let you ruin it yourself.

I don't think I'm ready for this.

I'm still messed up over the Maya stuff,

and I'm trying to pull off a big career jump.

That's why he hasn't asked you yet.

He was waiting for a good window.

But it's not his window to find.

We agreed to talk about big things first, and him spending $13,000 is not talking.

- You looked it up? - Yeah, of course I did.

So proud of you.

- Oh! Mm-mmm! - Okay. Oh, no, no.

- Uh-uh! - Oh, no. We're gonna sit down.

- Mm-mmm. - Okay, exhale.

There you go.

Now, we're gonna slather up that hand with lube.

Then you're gonna put it back,

and then when he proposes, we are gonna be married-couple friends

who go on vacations together and get into some crazy White Lotus shit.

That sound good?

Then when I drop her off at the airport, I'm gonna say,

"I just want you to remember what I told you as a little girl

when you were nervous about going to sleepaway camp.

You just tug on that invisible string between our hearts.

I'll feel it.

Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I'll stop.

And I'll tug back."

Damn.

Oh, you got me.

Yeah, I got myself a little bit too.

Damn it.

I gotta... I gotta keep practicing this,

so that when the real moment comes, I don't lose it.

That way, when she starts bawling and I don't,

she'll know that I'm fine, and she doesn't have to worry.

Yeah.

First night as an empty nester's gonna be rough, huh?

Thank God you're still around.

Hey, maybe tomorrow night I could swing by the pool house,

and we can watch the Dodgers game together?

Or we could maybe go to a bar.

Or you know what?

We can go down to the stadium, see it live.

- It's an away game. - Road trip!

- How far? - Atlanta.

- Yeah, that's too far. - That's too far.

Hey, there she is.

You excited for the perfect last night before you leave?

I was thinking we could do mini golf at Castle Park,

and then dinner at Old Town, and then Fudgy Mondays for ice cream.

Whatever.

Off to a great start.

That's not about you.

She got into a fight with Summer for spending too much time with Connor.

Nobody got punched in the ta-tas this time.

Is it weird I'm glad there's still a little bit of father shit left to do?

Okay. Tomorrow night, pool house, we're on?

We are so on.

You got to tell him!

Okay, inner circle.

I need you to help me figure out what I'm gonna say

when Derrick gets down on one knee and presents me with this.

- Oh. - Oh, my God.

- So pretty. - I know.

Maybe you not being able to get it off is your body giving you a sign.

Or maybe it's Jesus.

Oh, my God, Mom, not everything's Jesus, okay?

I'm just bloated from my period.

Your period is Jesus.

- What did she say? - She said Gaby's period is Jesus.

Her period is what?

Be older.

How many people did it take to help you set this up, Paul?

- I did it by myself. - Oh.

With the help of four people.

Come on, guys, I need you to fucking focus.

- Language! - Thank you, baby.

Okay, pros and cons of marrying Derrick. Go!

- White Lotus weekends. - No.

Keep in mind, he was supposed to discuss it with me first. Okay?

- Not ambush me. - I mean, can you blame the guy?

He's had to drag you kicking and screaming

across every single milestone in your relationship.

Liz and I were just talking about this the other day at lunch.

Hold up. You guys are hanging out without me?

- Yes. - Sometimes.

Did she give you a rock?

No.

I don't think.

So much betrayal. I will deal with the both of y'all later.

- Did you give her a rock? I still don't... - This is not about you.

- I am never getting a rock. - Just...

I want a rock.

Also, the dragging me thing is not true.

Oh, he dragged your a... butt out on your very first date.

And-And what... Why was it that-that she didn't like him again?

Because he's not an addict who needs rescuing.

Right. That's why. That's right.

He had to drag you to spend Thanksgiving with him.

Maybe the real question is not "Why should you marry him?"

but, "Why the hell he would marry you"?

Is that so, Paul? 'Cause I'm turning your ass off right now.

Thank God.

- Miss you. Fuck Parkinson's. - Bye, Paul.

- Fuck Parkinson's. - Fuck Parkinson's.

Sorry again, Mom.

I'll allow it. F Parkinson's.

So, what are you thinking?

Honestly, I'm still not sure.

All right, well, if we're not inner-circling about grandbabies,

I'm out of here.

I'm way too big for mini golf.

The whole time we were there,

I wanted to walk around the village knocking over windmills.

Remember that time Mom got banned for breaking off the clown's nose?

Yeah, she wasn't even mad. She was just celebrating a hole-in-one.

And maybe drinking a little.

Fair enough.

What is she doing here?

What the hell?

I thought we were meeting about you wanting to ask out my mom.

You are way too easy to trick.

How were you not kidnapped as a child?

I was. I spent some time in Morocco.

That explains a lot.

Summer, please have a seat.

I got you some ice cream.

Listen, normally I wouldn't butt in.

- Yes, you would. - Yes, I would.

But I just recently really messed things up with a friend.

Trust me, you do not want to leave things like this.

- That's why I brought you both here. - Well played, pimp.

Look, change is scary.

Wesleyan is far away.

I think that you're acting out because you're just scared of losing each other.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

Can we FaceTime, like, every day?

Def. And also, you're not allowed to make any new redhead friends.

I could never love another redhead.

I love you so much.

There we go.

And also, all new drugs, we do at the same time,

and any lesbian stuff, you try with me first.

I think you guys got this.

- Wow. - Cornhole!

Now see, I think they should consider making this a sport.

I think you just want a sport that white guys can still dominate.

Well, now that Tiger's done, we got golf back.

- Thank God for hookers. - Yeah.

- Cornhole! - Guys.

I'm so glad I got here before Gaby.

She found the ring.

What? How?

It doesn't matter.

- She's not happy. - Damn it.

Oh, here she comes. Run!

Calm down.

A ring? What the hell? Why would you do that?

Uh, because I love you?

We were supposed to talk about any future steps before taking them, remember?

Well, I'm sorry for thinking that being with me

might be something that made you happy.

You're being ridiculous, Gaby, and I gotta be honest...

I, uh, think I know a lot of people here.

- Hmm. - Is that my cousin?

And the horny girl from your college class?

You look awesome.

- That's your sister. - Hey, Derrick.

- And your mom. - Hey.

What is happening right now?

Jimmy, he's onto us. Lights!

Got it.

Whoa, whoa, hey!

- I gotcha. Okay. - I don't wanna get murdered...

- We're good. Calm down. - ...in a cornhole bar.

You tried to surprise me, but I'm not having any of that shit, okay?

- Oh. - And I'm not kneeling,

'cause I got a lot to say,

and I'm not getting this pretty dress in the dirt.

- You ready? - Not really.

Too bad. Buckle up.

Okay.

Derrick.

My whole life, I felt like I was from some other planet.

Like I was, uh, this tall Kal-El-ass alien

dropped on Earth, just trying to fit in with the normies.

You know, it was... it was kind of lonely.

And then you roll up all goofy

and super hot and really kind.

And you just never make me feel self-conscious.

Like, seriously.

I would do you right here in front of everybody.

Aw.

You let me be me.

You know, you-you see my crazy and then you just roll with it.

I let her do that.

I know, babe. I know.

I love that you're a gentleman, you know?

And I-I-I love that you don't need me to take care of you,

but if I ever wanted to, you would still let me.

But I think most of all, I love that you push me to move forward.

You know, just-just past all my bullshit.

Life started to feel a lot scarier this year.

Yeah.

But, um, I just think that if I get the honor

and privilege of having you by my side...

I won't be afraid of anything.

Not even this.

Derrick, will you marry me?

- Yes. - Yes!

Aw. Grandbabies!

Uh, why is my podiatrist here?

Oh, I don't know. I just emailed a bunch of people in your contacts list.

- Oh. Shout out my podiatrist. - Hey!

Hey.

- Podiatrist! - Podiatrist, podiatrist, podiatrist.

Here we are.

Here we are.

Found it.

I almost left my real ID on the floor.

- Cannot fly without that. - Nope.

I can't believe I gotta drop my baby off at college.

Yes, I'm glad you guys managed to sneak in one last adventure together.

Okay.

Where is my...

- Hey. - Hi.

Before you go, never forget what I told you when you were little

and you were nervous about going to sleepaway camp.

Just tug on that invisible string between our hearts,

- and I'll feel it no matter where... - Real quick,

my ticket says coach. That's a mistake, right?

Could you just give us one minute, Summer?

Sure, pimp.

I have your card on my Apple Pay so, I'll just upgrade inside.

No matter where I am, whatever...

Actually, last time I was in a crowded airport by myself,

I ended up in Morocco.

Hey. Get out of here.

Thanks for everything.

- You're the best. I love you. - Love you more, kid.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Bye. Bye. - Bye.

Let's go!

- Boarding pass? - Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. That way. There.

Well, fuck you two

for making all of our proposals seem lame in comparison.

My proposal would have been amazing,

uh, but then Jimmy puked on the piano and fucked Gaby.

- Yeah, I remember seeing that. - Okay,

well, maybe not in front of my new fiancé.

Then maybe I'll puke on the piano and hit that later.

Aw.

So, what are you guys doing to celebrate?

Liz and Derek actually invited us

- to join them in Barcelona. - Mm-hmm.

Thanks for saying it right.

- Hey, I'm cultured. - Yeah,

as an engagement gift they got our tickets.

Hey, this is bullshit.

- Can we come? - Stop. We have to go to Tennessee.

Fine.

Can I come?

So, uh, Alice has officially landed in Connecticut.

- Hey. - Aw.

And I'm fine.

Can we all agree that I am fine?

- Yes, we can. - You're fine!

- Yeah, you're killing it. - That's a normal thing to ask people.

Game's about to start. I'll grab some snacks.

We can meet in the pool house.

- Yes, sir. - Cool. All right, see you guys.

- Bye, Jimmy. - Enjoy the game.

Nobody else invited, I guess.

Sean hasn't told Jimmy he moved out yet.

- Ooh. - Wow, I think that deserves a group BFP.

- Oh, yeah. - Here we go.

Oh, all right.

That's a big flapping pussy, Sean.

Oh, whoa, whoa. No, sorry, Sean.

I didn't know what that meant.

It's all right, man.

Time to sack up.

- Yeah. - Right, sack up!

- Sack 'em up. - You got this.

I think we need to come up with a new gesture for sack up.

- Yes. - Oh, I know.

Yeah, you're juggling. You're juggling.

Hey. I got the ham and pineapple you texted me about.

I'm realizing right at this moment you meant on a pizza.

That's okay. We can maybe have a pool house luau.

How does that sound?

Look, it's time I told you.

I found a bigger place.

And I'm moving out.

That's awesome, Sean.

That's great. When are you... When are you moving?

Three days ago.

Everything happened super fast.

Derek has this awesome place,

and he needs someone to fix it up for him.

And you know how much I like helping out well-to-do white dudes.

We are an overlooked demographic.

I should have told you sooner

but with Alice leaving, and, hell, now everyone leaving,

- I just... - Hey, Sean.

There's no need to apologize, man.

Look, when you moved in here,

it was never with the intention that you were going to stay forever.

Yeah.

I'm really happy for you.

Come on.

What can I say?

I'm really gonna miss you.

I'm gonna be like four blocks away.

Way to ruin the moment, Sean.

I'm betting Marisol's waiting for you at your new place right now.

She might be.

Fuck the game. Get out of here.

Oh.

- Keys to the pool house. - Yes. Thanks.

Thank you, Jimmy.

For everything.

Oh, we're so happy you two decided to make a pit stop.

Yeah, we talked it out, and we picked this

- over microdosing at a Red Sox game. - Huh.

These people still have access to my father.

Speak of the devil.

Anyway, how could I pass up an opportunity

for probably my last home cooked meal in a while?

Don't sleep on college dining halls.

I used to eat cereal with vanilla soft serve instead of milk.

Maybe take a little weed gummy right before.

I'm on one right now.

Was Dad just texting you to see if I got here okay?

Yeah, he also said,

"Sean's moving out, happy for him, but also kind of sad, you know?"

- What did you write back? - Thumbs-up emoji.

- Dude. - Why is that thumb Black?

Gaby did it. I-I don't know how to change it back.

He told you that he was sad and that is how you responded?

Don't you know how alone he is right now?

No, he's not. He's got that girl that's too cute for him

but when she speaks, you get it.

- He doesn't have her anymore. - What?

When did that happen?

A few weeks ago. I told you.

Do you not listen to me?

It depends. You guys say so much stuff.

I have to filter.

- Dad. - What is wrong with you?

My God. You are unbelievable.

What do you want me to do?

Maybe just give him some fatherly advice.

Jesus Christ.

I'm not his father.

If you are my honorary grandpa, doesn't that make you...

Papa pimp.

Look, I'm 3,000 miles away.

Even if I had a magic bullet,

Jimmy has still got to learn how to figure out this shit for himself.

To hell with a home cooked meal. Let's get a pizza.

That's a great idea.

Bring the gummies.

Yeah, that'll be good.

You're not invited.

Thank God.

- I'm Batman. - Wow.

Hey. Hey, Dan. How you... How you doing?

It's, uh...

It's pretty quiet around here, huh?

Yeah, look's like everybody's gone.

Which means we can either do our session in my office,

or we can gather up all the couch cushions

and do it in a fort.

Office, please.

Your loss, Dan.

And Stan and his wife are moving to Paris.

Can you believe that?

Who wants to live in fucking Paris?

I think most people, Dan.

Hey, you said you were gonna get yourself back on the dating apps.

Did you make a profile yet?

No, um, but I did give Siri an Australian accent.

It's, uh, kind of a vibe.

- Dan. - I know.

After three years of therapy, I'm back where I started.

Not true.

You have come so far over the past few years.

Do not forget that.

Look, everybody has setbacks.

If I'm honest, I still find myself right back to feeling alone.

- Like everybody's moving forward but me. - Mmm.

Yeah.

So, maybe we both agree to keep working on that.

But in the meantime,

maybe we can try to find some positives in the solitude.

When you wake up tomorrow, remind yourself,

alone doesn't always have to mean lonely.

What the fuck are you doing here, Matthew?

I'm house-sitting while my folks are out of town,

and my mom said I could swing by when I got hungry.

Well, you can't.

Just grab a pizza and get out of here.

Ooh, I love pepperoni.

Hey. Do you wanna, like, have a cup of coffee?

We could eat that pizza.

Just... I don't know, we could just hang out and talk.

I'm good. Thanks.

No, me too. I'm good too.

Hey, Paul.

Hey, what's up?

You know me, man. I just finished working out.

Getting ready to attack the day.

You're alone in your underwear doing nothing, aren't you?

Very much so, yes.

Okay, well, I just called because

we really should have that bye-bye breakfast sometime.

Yeah, I would... I would love that, man. Uh, when?

How's now?

- Hi, uh... - Hey.

Paul.

What are you doing here? How long... How long are you in town for?

- Just a couple of hours. - That's insane.

What if I had plans this morning?

You didn't.

- Paul. - Let me talk, okay?

Life threw you a curveball

so, to try and control things,

you picture how you want them to go in your own head and...

That doesn't work.

If you can't let go of this shit on your own

then I have to...

I have to keep trying to shake it out of you.

You hear what I'm saying?

I... Yeah, I do, but can we just talk about this over waffles?

No, you're not eating with me.

You're eating with her.

Oh, hi. Uh, can I get a, um, cappuccino please?

- Yeah, no problem. - Thank you so much.

Not how you pictured it, huh?

You fucking jimmied me.

That's right. I fucking jimmied you.

Look, kid, if you're ever going to move forward,

you've got to let go of the past.

And I know that's scary.

But you're...

you're never gonna forget Tia.

Hell, you're never going to forget me.

No one will.

Letting go of the past just means

you don't allow...

your scars to hold you back anymore.

I'm covered in them, Paul.

Good.

What a shame to be 42 years of age and not completely covered in scars.

They're the evidence of a life fully lived.

I don't want this.

I don't want you to have to fly all across the fucking country

just to make sure that I'm okay.

- I don't want to be a burden to you. - You're not.

You're more of a son to me.

I don't know why I never said that before.

I think you're strong.

I think you don't need me.

But for as long as I'm around,

if you think you need me, I will be there for you.

Because I love you.

- Okay? - Okay.

Now, you got a choice to make.

Either stay stuck,

or you can go make some new scars.

I got a fucking airplane to catch.

Choose wisely.

- Hi. - Hi.