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[car rocking]

[hip hop music]

- [Man] Who's my little pussycat?

Grab my dipstick. [woman grunting]

Let me give you some oil.

- My tail came off!

[couple grunting]

Who's a bad boy who

ripped off my tail? - [Man] Who's my

little pussycat? - Oh, yeah.

[yelling] [man moans]

[phone beeps]

Oh, fuck!

[intense music]

- Oh, fuck that's hot.

[boots stomping] [heavy breathing]

Molly?

Hi!

Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi!

So sorry.

[electronic music]

- You look like a lion.

- It's a cheetah.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Ad agency having a Halloween party?

[scoffs]

- Long story, I slept in a van.

- Uh...

- It's a new client,

loves imported vans circa 1966,

and is a furry,

but hey, I got the new oil and gas accounts,

and the agency's about to make bank,

and, you know, mom texted me

that my dad moved into the guest bedroom.

- How are you doing?

- Oh, I'm fine!

They're both due for a mid life crisis, they'll work it out.

- What is with baby boomers

texting about massive life events?

It's like it took them so long to learn how to text,

they forgot how to call.

- Oh, yeah.

"Aunt Alma died, angel emoji, coffin emoji, cry face."

So is that all you brought, or what?

- There wasn't a third seat in the moving van,

my parents are bringing the rest.

- Oh, such good parents.

- They insisted.

Staying with them for one week was my limit.

- You've been here for a week?

- The placement came up so quickly,

I was back here before I knew it.

I just wasn't very good at staying in touch

and I didn't know if you'd still want me here.

- I didn't even try to rent your room, I hate everyone else.

- I am really sorry.

I really am!

- Shush!

Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.

Okay, I wanna hear everything, tell me about your job.

Did you meet a guy?

Fucking love a British accent.

- Um...

[soft music]

- If anybody hurts you,

I will rip there head off and shit down their neck.

[giggling]

Do you know what I mean?

- That's the most beautiful thing

anybody has ever said to me.

Nothing serious.

- Sweet, wingwoman's back in town, then.

[laughing]

[knocking at the door]

Frankie!

- Hey, dad.

- Hey, honey.

- Hi.

- Elle, nice to see ya.

- Costume party.

- Reminds me when the two of you where younger.

Thanks for taking the old doggy in.

- I mean, I am paying rent.

- Moll, your grandma wants you to have this lamp.

Have you called her since you've been back?

- Yup, had a light convo about my eggs drying up,

followed by what a tragedy it is

that I don't have a boyfriend anymore,

ending in how I need to marry rich.

- Sounds reasonable.

- Huh, works. - Where's Meredith?

- She's grabbing her power tools.

Aww, my little beef cake.

[hip hop music]

- Okay, keys.

I'm gonna go shower before work.

Rosie's, 5:00pm.

Don't be late, I know where you live.

- Hey,

thank you.

- Fucking good to have you back.

- She's got a tail.

- Yeah, she does.

Go get mom.

- Okay.

[soft hip hop music]

[sigh]

[air mattress pops]

[soft hip hop music]

[soft rock music] [people talking]

- Perv.

Hey! [Molly laughing]

How come no one told me you were coming back?

- Rosie, your pregnant?

What?

Who?

- The science, ball and chain.

I mean, if you ever replied to my text messages

you might know that.

- I--

- Ah, look who we found, right?

- Gang's back together, huh?

What are you drinking?

[pop music]

- So are you just here for a visit, or what?

- Nope, I just had to move across an ocean

to find anyone to give me experience,

to get a permanent teaching job right back here.

- Huh, you want to be teaching here, huh?

- Uh-huh.

- Hmm, have you read the news lately?

- Woof.

Your school have to deal with any of that bullshit?

- Well, we have to follow the curriculum,

but I don't teach sex ed.

- That's a shame,

fucked up the best subject.

[scoffs]

- You managed to learn just fine, didn't you?

[laughing] - I sure did.

- All right, enough about work.

Tell us everything.

[phone beeps]

[school bell rings]

[speaking French]

- Hey, guys, I am still missing

three reports from last week.

I want them tomorrow.

Two.

- Mrs. Phillips?

- Mm-hmm?

- I know where not suppose to talk about this anymore,

but I saw this photo.

Is this you?

- You're gonna miss your bus, Sarah.

[soft music]

[phone beeping]

[phone ringing]

[phone vibrates]

- Well, hi, baby.

- [Molly] Are you busy?

- Well, I was suppose to meet my mom, but whatever,

I do what I want.

- I really need to talk to you.

So when I was in England--

- Rosie's, give me 30 minutes.

[soft hip hop music]

- There you go, handsome.

- Just gotta pee, I'll be right back.

- Okay, babe, I'll get you a drink.

- Hello, what can I get ya?

- I don't know you.

- I'm Jake, I'm a human man, also a bartender.

This is Rosie's, it's a bar.

- Where is Rosie?

You work here?

- Well, technically my band plays here on the weekends.

Maybe you've seen us?

Nerdgasm?

No?

Or not.

[clears throat]

Yes, yes, I am helping Rosie out.

- Okay, well, you don't know my drink.

- Well, I can make anything.

- No, thank you.

- Jake, I got this monster.

- Do you know how a bar works?

Do you know how it works? - Oh, yeah.

- Okay, just checking.

- Don't do that again.

- Do you want me to give birth behind this bar?

- When in Rome.

- That's not what that means.

- Well, it is now.

- Where were we.

- Oh, well, right where we left off.

Nope, nope, nope.

Ugh, no.

Ooh!

He could be here in 10 minutes.

- Stop ordering penis Uber.

Puber.

- One for me, and one for you.

It's like you never left.

- No, stop!

Um...

- Hey!

Oh, you swiped left, I liked him.

- I'm not single.

I am in a monogamous, exclusive, long-distance relationship

that makes absolutely no logical sense at all,

but I am in it.

- What, why didn't you tell me about him?

- Her, with a woman.

- What?

Since, wait...

Are you?

- I'm just Molly.

- Hey!

Oh my God, I love you!

- You're the first person I've told, actually.

Nobody knows yet, except my entire school, apparently.

Guess I have to tell my parents.

- Oh my God, they're so chill, though.

I'm pretty sure your mom gave my mom

her first vibrator in the 70's.

I found it when I was a kid,

and I thought it was a microphone and--

I'm so sorry, this is about you.

- Just, like, my mom has only ever been with my Dad,

and I don't want to say 'sex' at her face.

"Hey, mom, I'm bi-sex-"

We we need a new word.

- Yeah, cool, so we'll spin it, right?

Um, pansex-, oh, that's...

Nope.

Dualectual.

Flexual!

Fluid.

- I don't want to talk to my parents about fluids, either.

- That's fair.

[Molly sighs]

May I buy you dinner m'lady?

- Did you really just m'lady me?

- I did my lady you, come with me.

- I'll take the dinner.

- Where going to the medieval fair.

[Molly laughs]

- Thank you, Rosie!

- Bye, Rosie.

- Bye, guy I never want to see again.

- [Jake] It's Jake.

[soft hip hop music] [women talking]

- Hey, isn't that your mom?

[quiet laughter]

- No.

No.

No. - Elle!

- Hey, Patricia.

[Molly sighs]

- That's my daughter.

- That's your daughter?

[sad music]

[water running]

- Oh!

[sighs]

- Ugh!

What?

- You didn't know?

- Oh my God.

- I'm so sorry, my mom told me.

- You knew?

Are they fucking?

- Very probably.

[Elle sighs]

- What do you need right now?

No!

[sighs]

- This.

And this.

[laughing]

- Share.

[Elle laughs]

Oh, God, that's fucking terrible!

[Elle laughs]

[soft music]

[crying]

[sniffing]

- I'm really glad your here.

- Me too.

[upbeat music]