All language subtitles for First Wives Club s03e05 The Way You Do the Things You Do.eng

[funky music]

- So we were at his house.

He fed me pork, and then bam!

- Two hours?

- Two hours on his
Italian marble floor.

I thought I was going to die.

And then I came
to this realization--

- That the social and
environmental cost of meat

is not worth it?

- No, no, no.

It wasn't the pork.
It was the porking.

- Ew.

- My gut was telling me that
it was too soon after Nigel.

So from now on, no more men.

No more sex.

I'm focused.
- I'm so sorry I'm late.

The F train turns into a C train
on Sunday, and I had no idea.

- OK, nobody cares.

What we care about
is why you sent us

a 911 emergency brunch text.

- I had a vision of Ari while
I was zip lining in Nicaragua.

- Zip lining?

I thought you were on the
Mercy Ship helping sick kids.

- I have days off, OK?

- Bree, we all have dreams
about Ari.

- Jayla, this was not a dream.

This was a vision.

- OK, like the time you had
a vision that you killed Gary?

- [laughs]
I remember you guys...

- Oh, man.
- Telling me about that.

- "The blood!
There's so much blood."

[laughter]
- That was a hallucination.

That was not a vision.

This was a vision.

- What's the difference?

You can't apply meaning
to these things, girl.

- Well, says the woman who's
celibate from a stomachache.

- OK, that was not an ache.
That was bubbly.

- OK.
- OK?

- All right, all right.
- It was--it was--

- OK, we got it.

- Can I please describe
my vision?

- OK.
Well, go ahead.

- So I'm zip lining, OK?

Awake and going to the treetops,
and all of a sudden, I--

I see Ari's face.

And it's coming towards me.

And her face is on the body
of a turquoise-browed motmot.

- A what?

- It's like a moose.

- It's a bird, OK?

And as she's trying to fly away,
she's getting pulled back down.

And then she makes
a horrible noise, like...

[high-pitched]
Caw! Caw, caw! Caw, caw!

And I reach out
for Ari bird

because I know
she needs my help.

And as I reach out,
she explodes!

- Are y'all going to order?
Because I'm starving.

- Yes--
- I was thinking that--

- I am not done yet!

As the vision fades,
Ari tells me something.

She says...

"You are not too late."

[pensive music]

- I mean--
- Really?

- You don't mess with
requests from the dead.

- Thank you.

But we have to figure out
what it's not too late for.

- I know a medium.

- Oh, no.
- No.

- Nope.

- You guys, please.

For Ari.

[bird squawking]

[mystical music]

- Is that the motmot?

- In New York?

- OK, you know what?

I'll go and I'll just bless,
you know, the room,

or wherever we're at.
- Just so we're covered.

[funky music]

♪ ♪

- And he's all, like,

why do you need to learn
how to hit golf balls?

People just expect you
to, you know,

wear a tweed jacket with
elbow patches and, you know,

go clickity-clack
on a keyboard and shit.

And I'm like, no, all right?

Gary Washington,
I'm not just a business man, OK?

GR Washington
is building a brand,

and I got to hit the links,
baby.

OK, I'm out.

Thank you.

Just take these.
- Really?

Go ahead.
Take the whole bucket.

You might want to slow down
there, Tiger.

- [laughs]

Hey, you know what, man?

You seem better.

- Yeah, yeah.
I feel better.

Not running for U.S. Senate
was the right call.

- Yeah, U.S. Senate
is not going anywhere.

- No, it's not going anywhere.
- Yeah.

- In fact, it made me realize
I should tell Megan

she can leave Vassar
and do a gap year.

- OK.

Cool dad alert.

- Hey, I'm learning from you.
- [laughs]

God, there it is.

That just--
[chuckles] It moved.

- You sure you don't want
to think about

one of those tweed jackets
because...

[chuckles]

You really suck at this.
- You're right.

You might be right.
You might be right.

I just think I got to
keep my head down, David.

That's the key.

♪ ♪

- [scoffs]
[elevator dings]

This is unbelievable.

- Hey, call me, man.

I'm serious.
All right?

I got you.

Oh.

Right there.

Bam, that's all you.
Hey, it's a gift, man.

Don't worry about it. Hey!

Let them know I'm here.
[laughs]

It's me.
It's me.

What's up, brother?
Just dye it.

- [clears throat]

You're an hour late, Mr. Waters.

- Mr. Waters?

Is that how we going to
play it, Miss Ex Waters?

- I'm not playing anything.

This is my job.
You're my job now.

- But I was told you asked
for my case, so I'm here.

- Tyrell, I asked for
a high profile client.

I didn't know that that meant
I'd be waiting around all day

for the ghost of husbands past.

Let's go.

- I was late 'cause
I was dropping off sneakers

to the orphans downtown
at the shelter.

- Is that true?

- No, I just wanted to see
if you still gullible as hell.

- Inside.

- Damn, this a nice ass office.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I still got love for,
hey ♪

- Hazel?
- Hmm?

- Hazel, there's a
Mr. Patron here to see you.

- [laughs, gasps]
Khalil!

- Aww.
- Oh.

- Aww.

- This man needs
no introduction.

- Look at you.
You look great.

- Thank you.
- It's been forever.

What, you too busy for me now?

- Stop.

- Well, she did launch a label
and produce a world tour,

got engaged, unengaged,
engaged again.

She almost got married.
- [chuckles]

- Am I forgetting something?

- The part where you leave.

- On it.
- [laughs]

- Wow.

Good energy there.
[laughs]

- Yeah.

- Would you look at this?

You got your own place,
your own company, wow.

A lot has changed
since I've been gone.

- Yeah.
- So what's up?

- Like I was saying
on the phone,

I really don't want Regina
to be a one-hit wonder.

I need you to take her to the
next level and under budget.

OK, and I also
have to warn you--

- Hazel, I told you.

I wanted a say in my career.

I hear you're bringing in
some basic producer.

- OK, Regina,
this is Khalil Patron,

and he basically prints Grammys.

- It's nice to meet you, Regina.

You know, I have to tell you,
"What You Owe,"

that was some amazing,
amazing work.

The melody...
[vocalizing]

Great, great stuff.
I have to be honest with you.

Trying to find a follow-up
that's worthy--

that's not going to be easy.

- I'm up for the challenge.

- Great.

I have the afternoon off.
We can have coffee and talk.

- No, I don't do caffeine
after noon.

But there is a juice place.

- Aviva?
I love them.

- I'll grab my coat.

[laughs]

- Thank you.
I really appreciate this favor.

- It's no favor, baby.

Come on, now.
Working with you is an honor.

[sultry R&B music]

- Ready.

- I'm coming.

- ♪ Finally ain't never
felt ways like this ♪

[stomach grumbling]
- Oh, no.

No, I know.
I know.

♪ ♪

[quirky music]

- Oh, my God,
what is taking her so long?

She's been in there
for, like, hours.

Like, what is she doing?

I am so hungry.

I need something
to eat right now.

- OK, for real,
it's only been 20 minutes,

but way to make it
overly dramatic.

- All right, shh.

She's probably got the
room bugged so that she can

use what she hears in there.

- OK.
You guys...

- Mm-hmm.
- Need to calm down.

If you guys embarrass me
in front of--

[dramatic music]

- Holy shit.

Selena Johnston's your medium?

- It's "Sele-nay" Johnstone now.

- She's also a nutritionist.

- Ladies, come.

The spiritual realm awaits.

- OK.

[laughs]

- The friend.

The driver.

- Oh, safety first.

- The skeptic.

And the scaredy cat.
[indistinct chatter]

- She got one thing right.
- All right, I know, I know.

Just sit.

- Before we start,
I just want to get the...

- What in the world?

- Holy water.

- [clears throat] Do you have
a belonging from the deceased?

- I do.

Ari lent this to me,
and I never gave it back.

Clearly, it's for a reason.

- And the reason
is that she's a thief.

- I am not a thief.

Why would you say
something like that?

- I'm just trying
to be truthful.

[bell ringing]

- [exhales]
Let's focus, ladies.

Listen to the sound.

[gasps]

Hazel, give me your hands.

- OK.

- [inhales]

[exhaling]
Ari.

Ari.

[elongated, high-pitched]
Ari.

[vocalizing]
♪ Oh ♪

♪ Ari ♪

[high-pitched vocalizing]

[gasp]
[dramatic music]

She says...

"I need you to take back
what's rightfully mine."

- [whispers] I need you to take
back what's rightfully mine.

- And what else?

What else did she say
after that?

- That's all she said, child.

- What are you doing?
Why are you packing your stuff?

You have to tell us
what else she said.

Can you summon her back and
ask her what she meant by that?

- I can't.

I have a diabetic client who
wants to say happy birthday

to her dead grandmother.

It's a two-for-one special.
[chuckles]

You understand.
- I don't understand.

- Gotta go.

Make up your mind soon.

Your Cinderella
won't wait forever.

Toodles.
- Bye, girl.

- Bye, girl.

- That is one
spooky nutritionist.

- Ari?

Ari, Ari, Ari, can you clarify?

- It's not interrogation.

It's just a conversation.

- Yeah, I just--I just don't
want to pressure him, OK?

- Oh, my God.
I am not going to pressure him.

But if he happens to offer
some insight on his dead wife's

restless soul, then great.

[doorbell ringing]
- OK. He's here.

He's here. He's here.
Come on.

- OK.
- Just if it comes up, great.

If not,
don't worry about it

'cause he is finally
in a good place.

- OK!
- OK.

All right. Here we go.
- Stop looking at me like that.

I got it.
- All right.

[quirky music]

both: Hey!

- Man, look at you!
- You look good.

- I love that jacket.

Come, come, come, come in.
- Come on in.

- Come in.

In the--in the house.

♪ ♪

We'll just sit on the couch.
- Oh, yeah!

- Have a seat.
Have a seat.

- We'll sit on the couch.
No big deal.

- Oh.
- Oh, buddy.

How you doing? What do you need?
- Oh, my guy.

- Do you want a drink?
- Yeah, you want something?

I got scotch.
We have wine.

We got flavored seltzer.
- Yes, we--

- Megan doesn't want
to leave school.

- Oh.

- She says she doesn't
need a gap year anymore.

- Oh.
- I didn't realize

how much I wanted
to have her home.

- You know what?
Maybe she'll flunk out,

and then she got
to come home anyway.

[chuckles]

- Wow.
- What?

- [whispers] Is this the kind
of comforting shit

you say when I'm not around,
because--

- [whispers] I'm just trying
to be there for my friend.

- You know,
but it's not just Megan.

- Mm-hmm?

- It's the bills that
keep coming in Ari's name,

and--and the empty bed,

and Nancy stealing Ari's ashes
from the memorial,

so I can't even
lay my wife to rest.

- Say what now?
Como say who?

I mean, what did Nancy do?

- I know.
And I get it.

She wants to bury Ari
in the family plot.

But that's not what
Ari would have wanted.

- Right.

- I feel like I don't even
have room to grieve.

- Well, have you ever
thought about talking

to other people that have been
there, like a support group?

- I know.
I should.

I just haven't had time
to find a place.

- I could do that for you.

And I would even go.

- Oh, no, Gary,
that's too big of an ask.

- No, please, I insist.
It's done.

It's done.
Bree, what's the name--

Wait.
- Where did--where did--

- Where did Bree go?

- Hey, Bree.

- Hey.
- What's up?

- Wash your heisting panties,
bitches.

We got an assignment.

- Well,
I don't wear panties, but...

- I don't have time
for your shenanigans.

- I do love an assignment.
- I gotta get work done.

[Saweetie's "Fast [Motion]"]

- ♪ Fast, I'm coming in fast ♪

♪ First place,
you coming in last ♪

♪ I'm hitting that,
hitting that gas ♪

♪ I'm hitting that,
hitting that ♪

♪ My body,
I'm coming in fast ♪

♪ First place,
you coming in last ♪

♪ I'm hitting that,
hitting that gas ♪

♪ I'm hitting that,
hitting that locomotion ♪

♪ We causing a commotion ♪

♪ I put it in, I put it in,
I put it in motion ♪

- W-wait!

Ladies, wait for me.

Damn, slow down.

- Really?
Is that getup necessary?

- Um, excuse me,
you're talking about necessary,

and you're wearing shades
at 8:00 PM.

Besides, Nancy's invitation
said Michelle Obama-chic.

- I can't believe
you're in her book club.

- Do you guys think that
maybe this is a mistake?

This feels a little wrong
to be swapping out

the remains
of a woman's daughter

with the ashes of your chicken
and ribs, like this is kinda--

- Jayla, she is the villain, OK?

- She stole Ari's ashes.

No wonder she can't
rest in peace.

- OK.
Let's review the plan.

Jayla, you're going to distract
Nancy and check out

the first floor, while
we check out the second floor

and look for the ashes.

Once we find those ashes,

we replace that urn
with the decoy.

That's right.

The girl done bought
an identical urn.

You're welcome.
- OK.

I just still don't think
we've done enough prep.

- No offense, but not everyone
is meant to run point.

- Says the person that wears
a fanny pack to a heist?

Take that shit off!

- You're so mean!

- Now, listen,
this is a Bree heist.

I made a minute-to-minute
itinerary.

And there's maps
of Nancy's house.

And there's also exit strategies
and emergency numbers

in case something--

You--

- Rule one, no paper trail.

- Rule two, no more fires.

I want a clean heist.

Come on, bitches.

Let's do this shit.

- ♪ Iciest bitch in the... ♪

- Let's do this.
We got this.

- It's this way, right?
- Yes.

- I get so confused.

- Yes, right here.
- Straight ahead.

- It looks like
that one over there.

- No, no, no, it's that one.

- Oh. This is nice.

[soft indistinct chatter]
- No. I got it.

I got it.
- Oh, okay.

What is this?

B-R-V-M-N-T.

"Breeve"--
"bee-riv-ment."

- [chuckles]

both: Bereavement.
- You see what they did there?

- Isn't a grief support group
with their own logo

a little trendy?

- That may be,
but if it works, you know.

That way you learn
to incorporate

grief into your everyday life,
so you can live with it.

- Makes sense.
- Yeah.

- Thanks for finding this, Gary.

- Oh, man, it's all good.

- Really, man, I appreciate it.

- Yeah, man.
Hey, let's sit down.

You know, I read a great article
about them in the "Times."

Now I didn't finish it, but
what I read was really cool.

- We're going to go ahead
and get started.

Thank you.
You can take your seats.

Welcome and congratulations.

This is an important
first step

in figuring out what you need

to take control
of your grief story.

Now, let's close our eyes.

Think about where you're
feeling grief in your body.

It can be hard
to communicate our needs.

So on the count of three,

we're all going to say
what we need at once.

1, 2, 3.

- Patience.
- Closure.

- Comfort.

- I know for me,
I feel grief in my stomach.

That's why the bereavement
probiotic was such a lifesaver,

and so was the
sense of purpose I got

when I shared the
introductory vitamin package

with other grievers.

Grief affects the whole body,
spiritual and physical--

- I should have read
the whole article.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

- The coast is clear.
Let's go save our bird.

♪ ♪

- It made me think a lot about
the ways we inherit grief.

- Jayla.

- Nancy!
[both laugh]

Thank you for inviting me.

- Jayla, I'm so glad you
finally made it, my dear.

[chuckles]
Where's your book?

- I read it on Kindle.

- Ah, modern.

[laughter]

Well, what did you think of
"Daughter of Father Time?"

- I think that it...

makes me think
of a lot of the ways

we inherit grief.

- Absolutely.

- Wow!
This is--do you mind?

Shh.
- Go.

Go.

[overlapping whispering]
- Look at--

[door creaks]

- There are so many doors.

- Temperature's dropping
a little bit.

I think I'll run upstairs
and grab a sweater.

- What?
Upstairs?

No.
I can go upstairs for you.

- No.
No, dear.

That is all right.
[chuckles]

You're not the best
at coordinating, um,

a look, yeah.

- Oh, well, what about
my jacket then?

- No, good God, no, dear.

I'm good.
Thank you.

[chuckles]

- [whimpering, humming]

- Guys, I found it.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I'll go.

♪ ♪

- Ooh.

[both sigh, laugh]

- I got you, girl.

[all screaming]
- Oh, my God!

- Shh!
- Why would you do that?

- I just came up the back steps.
Nancy's on her way.

We have to hurry.

[doorknob rattles]
- [whimpers]

[bombastic music]

♪ ♪

- [slow motion]
No!

[door creaks]

- Mm.

[vocalizing cheerfully]

[no speech]

[all chattering, shushing]

[quirky music]

- Close the door.
- Okay.

- [vocalizing]

- [inaudible] move it!
Move!

- All right!

- [vocalizing]

- [sighs]

- I nearly suffocated

in my recently-passed
best friend's mother's closet.

- Look, it's not a heist
without a close call,

you know what I mean?

So all we have to do
is plan to get--

[device beeping]

[device chimes]

[lock whirs, clicks]

- Did she just set an alarm?

all: No, no, no, no!

[overlapping chatter]

- No.
- It won't open.

Open up a little bit.
- Don't bother.

I know that chime.

That's the state-of-the-art
Pro-90 DK4.

It's the gold standard
of high-end security

closet systems.

I don't like you, Nancy,
but I respect you.

- No!

No, no, no!

♪ ♪

- But once I took control
of my grief story

and met my grief goals,

my whole life
got back on track.

- You know,
if we drop to the floor

and crawl toward the exit,

maybe one of us
will make it out alive.

- Yeah, so could I--
it's not that far--

[phone ringing]
Oh, that's my phone.

I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.

Oh, this must be important.

Business, I'm on call.
Doctor business.

This is Dr. Washington.

Sorry.
- Dr. Washington?

- Yeah.
I'm a doctor.

So excuse me, I'm so sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Excuse me.

- I still feel some grief
and that pain, and I...

- Hey, Bree, what's up?

- Um, not much, just stuck
in a closet in Long Island.

Can you come get me?

- Why are you stuck in a closet?

- Does it matter?
- Yes, it matters.

- OK.

Well, we broke into
Ari's mom's house

to steal back Ari's ashes.

- Bree, what kind of secret
felon life are you leading?

- Don't judge me.

Plus, we've done it tons of
times and never been caught.

- You what?
- Never mind, OK?

I'm going to drop you
the address.

- No, no, no, Bree.
- Just come get me, OK?

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't hang up.

Bree?

Bree? Bree?
[line beeping]

- So I got a free bag and trial
size tincture of grief relief.

- Yes, yes.
- So it wasn't a total waste.

- Hey, listen,
I'm sorry about that.

But, you know, I tried.

And I gotta run a errand
for Bree,

so can I just drop you
at home?

- Oh, I don't mind
tagging along.

- No, you know what?
It might be something

that you don't want to do
and probably shouldn't ask why.

- Wait, wait, wait.
I shouldn't ask why?

Gary, I just
sat through an hour

of a grief support Ponzi scheme.

Don't you think you owe me?

- OK, so, uh,

Bree had a--had a vision
that Ari was bird,

so then they broke into
Ari's mother's house

to steal Ari's ashes.

And, um, now they're stuck in
your mother-in-law's closet...

- OK.
- And I have to rescue them.

I'm sorry.
- I'll drive.

- Oh, OK.

- You know what?
We ain't got to wait for Gary.

I can pick the lock.
I just need scissors,

or a nail file,
or a butter knife.

- Why would Nancy have a butter
knife in her clothes closet?

[laughter]

- Why don't you ask her, Jayla?
You're her best friend.

- [laughs]

- You know what, V?

Why don't you have
your lock picking kit?

- Oh!
You know why?

Because it's in the
fanny pack that you said

was doing too much.

- OK, maybe we should have
gone with the more

experienced heist master.

- Oh, OK.
So now it's my fault.

- Ladies, can we stop fighting?
We need to focus here.

[phone chimes]

- Maybe there's a back door.

- What the fuck?

Khalil and Regina are at
the studio without me.

"Hazel Rachelle,
first class matchmaker"?

The hell I am!
[gasps]

- Don't you need them
to get along

so she can make a killer album?

- OK, I need them to make killer
music, not sweet, sweet love.

- Ooh!
Are you jealous?

Because I thought your
tummy swore off men?

- Not forever, just for now.

- Working with exes is hard.

- Khalil is not my ex.

He's more like, um,
an almost, you know, like--

all: Aww.
- Hello, bitches?

I need you to stay on task!

OK?

- Obviously, she doesn't
have the people skills

required for this job.

- Can you save it
for my next monthly review?

Thank you so much.

- Mm.
- [sighs]

- Did you look in here?

- Surprisingly,
no butter knife.

- What about this?
Will this work?

- I'll make it work.

- You want me to try?

- A little deeper.
- I'm doing that.

[gasps, screams]

- Oh, we are fucked.

- Fuck.
- So fucked.

- OK, I don't mean
to sound like Regina,

but you need to take
a deep cleansing breath.

This is not productive
heist energy.

- You know what?
New plan.

V, we're going to hoist you up,

and you're going to crawl
through the vent.

- What?
- Uh, seriously?

I'm small,
but I'm not that small.

And isn't Gary
on his way anyway?

- Or we could just
call Nancy and confess

so we can get out of here.
- No.

- What?
- Thank you.

Finally,
somebody with some faith.

- Look, we got to find
a way out of here

because I drank
a lot of water--

[overlapping arguing]
- Excuse me!

Y'all sound like a bunch
of sad-sack heist quitters.

Hazel, how many times
has Ari done

some next level shit
to get us out of trouble?

- A lot.

- And Versace, didn't she
save your ass in heist 1.0?

[sentimental music]

And, Jayla,
you guys are in a sorority.

Isn't there
some secret code like,

no sister left behind
or some shit?

- It's a secret,
so I can't say yes or no,

but I will nod in assent.

- You guys,
Ari bird would never quit on us.

I let her down in life.

I'm not going to let her down
in death.

- What do you mean by
let her down in life?

- I'm a doctor.

I should have known
something was wrong.

And let's just not
make it a big deal, OK?

I'm just going to
carry that guilt around

for the rest of my life.

- Breezy,

Ari's death
is not your fault.

But, baby,

if pushing Versace
through an air vent

will make you feel better,
we're here for it.

Ari-style.

- Thank you.

[percussive music]

- Uh, guys?

- [gasp]
Is that a camera?

- Yep.

- Oh, no.
- You gotta be kidding me.

- Black Twitter
is going to kill me.

- Who gives a shit
about Black Twitter?

Will someone tell Hazel
she can't get out of here?

- David.
What a surprise.

Dear, I'm right in
the middle of my book club.

- There was an emergency with
the scholarship in Ari's name.

- Emergency with
the scholarship?

I--well, come on in.

I will let my guests know,
and I'll just be a moment.

Why don't you have a seat
in the sitting room?

- OK.

[sneaky music]

- Hey, you sure about this?

- Absolutely.

No disrespect to Nancy,

but taking Ari's ashes
was fucked up.

- It was.

- We need to make it right.
- Yeah.

- Text me when you've got them.
- OK, yeah.

- Go on, upstairs.
- OK.

♪ ♪

- Almost there.

Hold me steady.
- OK, oww.

- If you do not get off my hair,

I'm going to stick you
in that vent myself!

- Please don't fart.

- If we know the model number,
I can figure out

if it's local or cloud storage.

OK?
Write this down.

- OK.
- L-B--

[yelps]
- Hazel, not yet!

- I gotta write it down.

- No.
- Hey, V?

- I'm about to get dropped,
aren't I?

- Yeah.

[all screaming]

- Are you OK?
- Uh, yeah.

Aww!
- They definitely heard that.

Where is Gary?

- We don't need a man
to save us.

- Oh, sure.
Then I'll just leave.

all: Gary!

- Baby, thank you
so much for coming.

Can you get us out, please?

- OK, fine.
How am I supposed to do that?

It's locked.

- Do you have a magnet?

- No, I didn't bring--

I thought I was taking
my friend to grief counseling,

not busting my wife
out of closet jail.

- Right.
OK.

I'ma clean up the evidence.

- Or maybe we could
figure out the code.

- Oh, yes.
OK. OK.

Uh--ah.

[device beeping]

- Did you just press 1, 2, 3, 4?

- I'm not telling.

- One attempt remaining.

- Or what?

Or what, robot lady?
What?

- Wow.
Two attempts, that's secure.

- OK, Ari.

Give us a sign.

- Guys, something, please?
Please?

- Gary, try Ari's birthday.

- OK.
What--

- 06.
- 06.

- 19.
- 19.

[device whirring]
Ah.

[lock clicks]
[all cheering]

[excited chatter]

- Oh, my God.
Thank you.

- Oh, my God.

Thank you so much
for getting us out.

- Anytime, baby,
but please, no more times, OK?

- The code was Ari's birthday?

That's kind of touching.

- Yeah, maybe I was wrong
about Nancy.

- Oh, my God,
give me a break, Hazel.

- Guys, guys, guys--

- Ari and Nancy have
the same birthday.

She's so selfish.
- Oh, that sucks!

- We gotta go.
- We gotta go.

- Gary's right. Gary's right.
Let's go.

[overlapping bickering]

- Just go. Go.

- All set.
- Oh.

- Now, what is wrong
with the scholarship?

- The scholarship?
- Yes.

- Oh, oh, the--
[laughs]

The--the scholarship.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, they--
they actually just called

and said they figured it out.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- 9:00 PM on a Sunday?

- You know what they say.
Financial aid never sleeps.

[laughter]
- OK.

Well, I need to get back
to my book club, dear.

- No, no--sorry.

Uh...
[laughs]

I mean,
how have you been, Nancy?

I know we haven't really spoken.

- Devastated.
- Oh.

- But soldiering on, you know?

Speaking of, you know, we do
need to discuss Ari's burial.

- Well, Ari's will said
she didn't want to be buried.

- She was young.

I mean, who really stops to
consider when you're under 60?

- Well, Ari wanted her ashes
to be somewhere special.

In fact, Megan and I
might take a trip--

- That's quaint, but no.

I mean, I guess I could
part with a teaspoon or two.

- OK.
I'm sorry, but no.

I know you loved
your daughter,

and you know
how strong-willed Ari was

because she got it from you.

She deserves a husband who will
honor and defend her wishes.

I need to be that husband
for Ari.

Please don't get
in the way of that.

OK, I'm very sorry,
but I'm not leaving until--

[no speech]

You know what?

You're right.
Mm-hmm.

Never mind.
[laughs]

Yeah.
[chuckles]

- OK. All right.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll see you at Thanksgiving.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- David, wait.

[no speech]

- [whimpers]

[laughter]

- All right.
Done.

We're fully wiped.
It's like it never happened.

- Yes!
- Bomb!

[excited chatter]

- Oh, my God.

Ooh, you guys,
I love me a clean heist.

Yes, yes, yes.

[laughter]

- You know, I wanted to
circle back to--how many--

how many heists have you done?

- Mm, mm-mm, as an attorney,

I would advise her
not to answer that.

- Oh, see, my attorney
advised me not to answer that.

- And that scares me.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
[laughter]

- You know what, David?

I just can't believe
after all that,

Nancy just gave you back
the ashes.

- Well, to be fair,

the adrenaline rush
made me really eloquent.

- All right, you guys, we have
to figure out which urn is Ari

and which urn is barbecue.

- Oh, I know.

That one's Ari.

- How you know that?

- I can smell it.

- You can--you can smell ashes?

- No.

I could smell the barbecue.

- What?

- It's--I smell
honey and maple.

There's a hint of hickory.

- OK, "Sele-nay" Johnstone,
how you know that?

- I don't know.
It's a gift.

[laughter]

You know, it's interesting
Ari sent you the vision

when I just had to ask.

- Well, maybe it wasn't
only about the ashes.

Maybe what Ari really wanted was

for us to have one last heist.

- Mm.
- [chuckles]

- Aww.

- Can't wait till the next one.

- I'm in!
- Okay!

- Like, why not, you know?
Uh!

- Like, gadgets?

- Seriously, how many heists
have you done?

- [clears throat]
- You're so nosy.

- I just--I feel like
I just need to know this.

- But we were having
a good time...

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪
- ♪ Number one, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still number one ♪
- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one,
always be number one ♪

♪ Held you down, took you
from minor to major ♪

♪ You won't admit it ♪

♪ You're the fruits
of my labor ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪
- ♪ Number one, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still number one ♪
- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one,
always be number one ♪

♪ Don't forget it, yeah,
I'm still number one ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

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