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Many thoughts had crossed Toby's mind in the hours

since he was informed that his missing wife was, in fact, napping in the park,

but only one of them stuck.

It was, "How did he get here?"

Literally, he had no memory of the end

of the conversation he had with Rachel's friends.

He had, apparently, purchased rotted watermelon

in his attempt to not appear so crazy,

and he had, apparently, somehow gotten home.

How did he get here?

How did he get back to his apartment, but also, how did he get here?

It was a good question.

The story of the end of Toby and Rachel's marriage

starts with the beginning of it.

It starts with Toby right at the beginning of medical school,

being dragged to a party he didn't want to attend.

- Hey. - Hey, hey. It's gonna be fun.

- It's gonna be fun. - I know.

Okay.

Are you kidding? I spent an entire year at Hebrew U.

Young Judea's hottest alumnus stalks his prey.

We are compadres, we are comrades.

Using a terrible accent,

he lures the hot Israeli law student in her native habitat.

His absent foreskin as bait.

The American draws her in closer.

- Did you do time in the army? - She's entering his orbit.

She's in the danger zone.

Contact! And now, she is dinner.

I thought that they taught Israelis defense skills in the military.

I don't think they trained them against Seth.

We were fast friends by then.

After our program in Israel ended, we visited each other in college.

There could have been something between Toby and me,

but my weirdness about relationships

and Toby's sense of himself as unlucky in the romantic arts

had followed him home through customs.

- I'll find you. - All right.

By the time we all ended up at the business school party at Columbia,

Toby had just started medical school at NYU.

We're gonna meet up later.

She was in Sayeret Egoz.

That's guerilla warfare.

She told me something I really shouldn't say.

- She knows who killed Rabin. - Everybody knows who killed Rabin.

She extra knows. I can't say more.

Maybe. It's like you have a scent, or something.

- You just need to relax. - Is that really how it goes for you?

Women, they're just so attracted to how relaxed you are?

I would be relaxed, too, if I had your luck.

- If I was ejaculating as often as him. - Got it.

Yeah. It's not luck.

I know, I'm just trying to preserve my dignity.

Did I tell you, I bumped into Jennifer Alcom the other day?

- Really? - Yes. We made up for lost time.

- Ew! - What I'm saying is fifth base.

One, two, three, four, five!

- That's what I'm saying. - That's so... Ugh.

May you preserve your dignity...

Okay.

...upon intrepid exploration

of the anus of Jennifer Alcom.

May you find yourself migrating onward from her perineum.

I will. I will.

My God, he's like re-having sex with people and I'm what?

You're making anal sex jokes.

Shouldn't I have met somebody in college?

- Yes. - No, not me.

I'm a good listener, I exercise, I'm in medical school.

- I thought girls wanted doctors. - No. Girls want to want doctors.

That's our mother's dream.

I personally want to free myself from every Jewish girl cliché.

- Really? So, what do you want? - Yeah. A lawyer.

- Okay. God, I have to go. I'm tired... - No.

...I have to study, and I know how this ends.

Why don't we get another drink? Why are your cups empty?

Because I was having a Diet Coke.

- That's not fun. Have the punch. - You know what's in that punch?

- Yeah. - Fun.

Really? Okay.

- Yeah. - Okay. Come on.

It really was that easy with us.

But then, our friendships were never the problem.

It was the longing and pining

for romantic relationships that preoccupied us,

that maybe allowed us to think that friends like this were easy to come by.

- Look, he really does have a scent. - I know. I gotta go to the bathroom.

Okay.

Um...

Yes, I noticed that you don't have any punch and I highly recommend it.

You threw yours out pretty fast.

Yeah, because I think the host is actually trying to roofie me.

- Oh. - Yeah.

People used to make roofie jokes in the '90s.

I'm actually just concerned about whatever the ingredient is

that turns it that particular shade of purple.

- Really? - Yeah.

To me, it's the only reason to drink the stuff.

I don't know. I just don't want any future kids

to turn out smelling like purple.

Are you like in the artificial color racket, or something?

Uh...

No. I'm a business major.

Interesting. Finance?

No, I... Marketing, maybe?

I don't know.

I just finished a symposium on negotiating. I loved it.

That's cool. Negotiate with me.

I can't. It wouldn't be fair. You'd never win.

- Really? Come on, try me. - Um...

I'd like four for the price of two.

Sorry, you'll have to pay for all four.

I'll only be paying for two.

Hey, no deal.

What kind of Middle Eastern open-air market do you think this is?

I'll give you six,

and you don't have to pay for any of them.

For Toby, it was the first time sex wasn't about sex.

It was about her.

And that was that.

Hi.

You found the bathroom.

- Yeah. - Hi.

I got you food. I got you food. Come here.

He showed her his stuff.

The physical phenomenon

produced by the motion of electric charge creates...

Creates an attraction that is beyond will.

I love this part.

Look, the magnet just, like, at like camp...

At camp, like...

They spent two days alone in their own private universe.

I'm sorry.

It's just like, that's what magnets do.

They walked together, miles and miles that weekend.

One of the things he loved most about New York was walking.

All he'd ever wanted was someone to walk with him.

She was everything he thought a girl should be,

even if he'd never known to pray quite so specifically.

You are so exotic to me. I am?

Yeah, you are.

I have blonde hair and green eyes. I'm the opposite of exotic.

You didn't go to my Jewish day school.

Everyone there looked like my mother or sister.

I am Jewish. My father wasn't, but my mother was.

Aren't those the rules?

I don't know, I don't have any rules.

- Here. Okay. - What?

- Listen to this. - Okay.

Thank you.

Wait. Sorry, is this...

- No. Don't laugh. - Okay.

- If you laugh, you're a cynic. - I am a little bit.

- Just listen. - Okay.

Hmm.

And she taught him her things.

You're doing great.

Yeah, it's just like walking,

but impossible.

- I'm feeling less and less confident. - You're doing well.

Okay.

You know, I can't believe how much I like you.

- Aw. Thanks. - No, really.

Like, I never get sick of you.

Shoot. Shoot. Sorry.

What I was going to say, is that like I never get sick of you.

Really, I'm nostalgic for this moment already.

It's crazy. Really.

What do you say, we not go back out there?

We stay here.

Yeah?

- So, you see my septum is crooked? - Yeah.

If I sleep with my finger on my nose,

my pathways are clear and I don't snore.

Really? That's an amazing plan.

It occurred to him that if this was

how long he'd had to wait to find love...

...he regretted nothing.

That night, they whispered their pasts to each other.

But of course, she moved to Israel

and she took it way too far, and now, she's like,

"Orthodox. I'm gonna have a million babies."

You're so lucky to have family.

I only have one memory of my mom.

It's just this image of a woman on a couch.

But I think she loved me a lot.

Like, I can't remember a scene of it, but I remember it.

Or maybe, what I actually remember, is that my grandmother didn't love me.

Not that she didn't, it's just...

She can't really love.

And I remember pining for my mother,

which, I guess, means I felt loved by her.

How could anybody not love you?

Toby took Rachel to Los Angeles to meet his family.

Amen.

- You do this every week? - Yeah. Every week.

- What if you have to be somewhere else? - Where else would you have to be?

TOBY'S MOM: Here you go, honey.

Thank you.

- TOBY'S MOM: Take a piece. - No, thank you.

You're too skinny, you look old.

I know, I have an eating disorder face from...

TOBY'S MOM: You see how he punishes me?

You were happier fat.

Listen. It's my favorite song. I hadn't heard it since you moved.

I want this.

And suddenly, even the ways he felt

his mother ruined his life didn't matter to him.

For he was no longer hers, he was Rachel's.

This is really good.

For Fleishman was in love.

- What do you think? - I think you're great.

Yeah. I couldn't represent a country, but...

This was it for Toby. This was the end.

His story had a happy ending.

Oh!

Um...

In magnetism, the physical phenomenon

produced by the motion of electric charge

creates an attraction that is beyond...

Yes!

- Really? - Yes!

Things had worked out for Toby Fleishman.

It was all settled.

Now, his life would be great.

And, it was. For a long time, it was.

Plastics, you get to choose your hours, though.

Yeah. I'm not getting into this to make sad women look younger and sadder.

You could make them look happier, sew their faces into a smile.

That's actually really good. Yeah, that could be my niche.

Hey. Look at that. That's kind of perfect.

Yes. Yes, yes, it is.

- Yes, this is great. Here. Wait. Okay. - You okay?

Yeah, perfect. And we have different flavors of gum.

- It's gross. But it's fine. - Okay. Yeah.

- We'll make it less gross. All right. - Okay.

I was gonna make it more gross.

- Okay? Yeah. - Okay. Okay.

- Yeah. Right. Got it. - Okay.

Don't wreck our grocery bag.

- It's... - Okay.

You could help fix cleft palates in the summers in underserved regions.

I don't wanna spend my summers living an apology for my life.

Being a doctor is a good thing. It's a righteous thing in the world.

Tell me again about the righteous work of medicine.

I put these glasses on, so I could listen very carefully.

That's really nice, that's really nice, yeah.

No, I just think you should think about the future

and what it's gonna look like.

Interesting point. Just one second.

Okay. Sorry, go on. No, no, please.

Tell me the future of the healthcare industry.

Even then, she was trying to steer him

towards something he never claimed to want.

She, however, needed no steering.

He watched her ascend through the agency hierarchy,

he watched her enjoy the performative assholery of the work.

Rachel Fleishman. No, no, no, no, no.

Matt will come to the phone never if you keep that up.

Holy shit, man. You are nuts.

This is Rachel Fleishman from Matt Klein's office.

I'm calling to set up...

Toby still felt erectile stirrings

hearing his name on the back of hers.

I said he would circle back when he was finally ready to get into it.

But now, they were combined with real feelings of neglect.

Yes.

And at night, he joined her

as she prowled the city for some unseen, unspoken-for artist.

She's a gas station attendant and taught herself opera from a book.

Really?

If we make it out alive, you can make her a star.

Where'd you even hear this?

There's a newspaper, the Canarsie Courier,

and it had listings.

She was looking for someone to do the music.

Hmm. So, that's how you find someone to do music?

No. Apparently, not.

Yeah.

It's about suffrage.

We can suffrage through it together.

Shh. It's about to start.

The New York Times called us the "suffragettes,"

even though the real word is "suffragist."

"Suffragette," of course, makes us into the light,

low-fat version of a person.

"Suffragettes" puts us back in the kitchenette,

like we were just womenette or sisterettes.

Toby never understood what Rachel saw in things

that he didn't find very compelling or moving,

but that was her gift.

She had a deep understanding of what people wanted,

and sometimes, she weaponized it.

And sometimes, she ignored it.

But she also used it in service for her gain.

She looked at Alejandra Lopez and she knew she would be a star.

A vindictive bitch

A silly little slattern And which is which?

Rachel brought her boss, Matt Klein, to the show.

Matt was a different creature than Toby.

This is good.

Pick out the china pattern That's your job

You got lucky in this life But don't forget, you're just the wife

Matt took Alejandra on, and The Suffrage Monologues

played 20 sold out shows at The Public.

Then 20 more.

Where are you?

I'm so sorry, we lost a patient.

She was young.

People around here are taking it pretty hard.

- You couldn't have called? - Yeah, I'm so sorry.

I just lost track of time. She came in with a small complaint...

She was under a lot of pressure.

- Why is there no food in here? - We just had dinner.

So, what couple doesn't fight?

We had steamed chicken again.

I'm looking for something with caloric content, just so I can live.

I can make you something else, I'm really happy to.

God, you have no idea how hard I was working today.

All I wanted was to come home to dinner.

- And you did. - What, did I?

We live in Manhattan. I can get you whatever you want.

So, maybe Rachel was a little more vicious than she needed to be.

Forget it. I don't have time.

I'll eat more chicken.

How did I end up married to a man with the food issues of a teen pageant queen?

What couple doesn't fight?

And then, there was this. Rachel simply didn't like us.

When it came to our friendship,

Rachel was like an organ transplant that didn't take.

He's always had these themed parties, right?

Like a frat boy?

Yeah. He's had toga parties before, yes.

But also, sometimes, we'll have like, you know,

some professor from MIT give a lecture on calculus.

And that's fun for you?

Yes, really.

- Hey! You two! - Yeah.

- Hi. - You made it, hi. Nice to see you.

- Are you supposed to be Hugh Hefner? - That's offensive.

- I'm sorry. - I'm Larry Flynt.

Oh.

- I'm sorry. - But Hugh Hefner, I guess.

Gang's all here!

- Wait, you guys, you didn't dress up. - Neither did you.

- Nice one. - We just came from work.

- Yeah. - We can't stay long.

- We... Wait, what am I forgetting? - That thing, for my client.

Yeah.

Okay.

- I made your favorite. Hey! - Hey! It's too much.

That's not nice.

Well, it's a little nice.

Yeah. I was starving.

I'm sorry, where's the bathroom?

I'll show you. Come here.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

I haven't seen you in four months.

I got married.

- It gets busy when you get married. - Oh, it's busy when you get married?

You gotta make decisions, choose what your life is,

you wouldn't understand.

We go to the theater all the time and then you get out and it's 11:00,

and the only place that's open is this place Joe Allen,

so we go there, and all of her colleagues are there,

and I wanna be a good spouse.

If I have to choose, I wanna choose to make her happy,

I wanna... Yeah, I wanna choose her.

I mean, why do you have to choose in the first place?

Why are you choosing at all?

That line is way too long.

I realized, the thing's at 7:00, it's not at 8:00.

Oh, no! The thing's at 7:00.

Um... Are you ready?

- Yeah. Yeah. So, I will see you soon. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- Do you want my plate of ice cream? - Right.

I...

Sorry. It was nice to see you, Libby.

Good to see you.

The last time Toby and I were alone before this summer was 13 years ago,

when I had published an essay and a small anthology.

"It hadn't been that long since I had asked that question myself.

"But let me tell you.

"In the interest of self-preservation, I recommend not asking more than once."

He came to my first-ever reading.

Whoo!

I always remember hoping you would get out of your own way.

I was just worried you were too crazy to truly do it.

- Really? - Yes, yes. I'm proud of you.

Here's to late bloomers.

- Do you ever hear yourself? - What? What's wrong?

Oh, my God.

Jesus. Elizabeth, who smokes anymore?

Can I have one?

Do you mind if I... Can I borrow this?

- Thank you. - What are you doing?

Just so Rachel doesn't smell the smoke.

Wow.

- What? - What a man you are.

Excuse me, that is sexual harassment.

- And I don't have to take it anymore. - That's right.

Just be careful.

You're changing faster than the rest of us.

- Excuse me? What does that mean? - It means I miss you, is what it means.

It means don't be an asshole.

Libby was smoking.

What's wrong?

Rachel. Rachel.

This is amazing. I can't believe it.

- You know, we just started trying. - I know. I know.

Come here.

I think it's twins. No.

Oh, no, it's just one.

The baby was all Toby thought about.

He wanted to play classical music for her, so she'd come out a cellist.

He wanted to feed Rachel folic acid rich foods

so the baby would come out a junior at Stanford.

Hi. Where have you been?

- Are you the Gestapo? - What?

- No. I tried you a few times. - I couldn't get a cab in the rain.

Oh, my God, look at you. You're soaking wet.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Okay. Come on in.

Honey, you wanna tell me what happened?

I was passed over.

Sorry, what? Who? Who got it?

Harry, of course.

No. Stop it. You deserved it.

Hey, come here.

Okay. Here.

What are you doing? I'm not a baby.

- You're soaking wet. - I can undress myself.

Okay. Okay.

It's not about deserving it. I'm being punished.

What do you mean?

Matt Klein hit on me two years ago.

- What? Matt Klein, your boss? - Yes. The only Matt Klein I know.

Oh.

- God, when? How? - It was that party two years ago.

- What party? - The Christmas party.

With the ice sculptures?

Really? Oh, God. I was there for that.

- I was there for that. - No, it's his thing.

It's his thing? Of course. No, it's his thing,

like rollerblading could be your thing or French pastry making,

of course, as a hobby.

Whatever. But I said no, and I was worried

it was gonna be awkward, but then, I thought things were normal,

- and I respected him for that. - Really? Are you...

I can't believe I was there for that.

No, of course. I remember we were standing by Harry's office

and he came over and said,

"Do you mind if I borrow our girl here?"

-"Our girl," like you're ours. - It's how people talk.

No, it's not. It's how people sexually harass you.

God, of course. I remember he put his hand on the small of your back

and I thought it was crazy, but I didn't wanna say anything.

- I didn't wanna sound patriarchal. - He was playing the long game.

He was promoting me just enough, so I wouldn't sue.

Jesus, Harry Sachs hasn't closed a deal in months.

He knows you have a husband.

I'm home, making soup like an asshole,

- not expecting any of this. - It was retribution.

He was angry I hadn't told him I was pregnant.

He was angry I didn't wanna fuck him.

Did you remind Matt you have a husband, that he knows me?

- Remind him. - Can we deal with

how this is about you later?

I'm focused on the "this happened to me" thing.

Yeah. Yeah. No, I'm sorry.

I'm just, like, in shock.

Sorry. Yeah, let me get you some soup.

I don't want soup. I want Tony's. I want linguini and clam sauce.

No, you're not supposed to have clams.

But you can, if you want to.

Hi. We're going to 82nd and 2nd.

Thanks.

It stopped raining, we could've walked.

I don't wanna walk.

No, I get it. It's been a rough night.

I'm saying for good.

I'm tired of long walks. I don't like them.

It's a waste of my time.

The Fleishmans never went on a long walk again.

Five months later, Rachel was admitted to the hospital

with high blood pressure.

She was given Pitocin for an induction, but 14 hours in,

she hadn't progressed beyond two centimeters.

Just try to picture dilation, okay?

Open waters, open fields, sunrise.

Shut up. Please just shut up.

Uh, who's he? Sorry, who are you?

- Who are you? - I'm Dr. Romalino.

- Sorry. Where's Dr. Goldberg? - Dr. Goldberg is in Hawaii this week.

No. No. I want my regular doctor.

Yeah, it's okay. Hi. I'm Dr. Fleishman. I'm a resident up on gastro.

Pleased to meet you. I'm who you got. Can I see her chart?

Do you have absolutely no pull here? You work here.

We heard you were here.

Get them away.

Yeah, yeah. Sure. Hey, guys. Hi.

Thank you so much for coming. Yeah, here. Come over here.

This is not exactly the laugh riot that they promised us.

It's how it goes. You remember the OB with the...

Husband who was the dancer.

Yes. And all that jazz.

I gotta go, but hey, listen, really, thank you so much for this.

Good luck.

Bye.

Get him away from me.

- What happened? - He did something.

Get him out!

I think we may need to get psych in here.

What did you do? What happened?

Are you planning on being a baby

- or delivering a baby? - Hold on.

- That's not how you talk to a patient. - What? A patient?

Toby later found out what had happened.

The doctor had intentionally ruptured her membrane

and broken her water without her consent.

Anyone could've predicted the rest.

Okay. Thank you. Okay.

Is that okay? Okay.

Yes, of course. Thank you. Yeah.

Thank you so much. Hi, hi.

He understood then that this wasn't just a bad delivery.

She was hurt.

That night, he wanted to kill the doctor for what he'd done to Rachel.

But someone had to watch the baby.

You should hold her.

How can I hold a baby when I can't feel my legs?

- Thanks. - Of course.

You really should hold her now.

Okay. Give her to me.

Okay.

Okay.

Toby waited for things to get back to normal.

His family visited, excited to meet the new baby.

Hey, she likes you.

But Rachel felt compelled to tell each visitor about the birth.

Our usual doctor was in Hawaii, of course.

And so, I'm propped there, I'm writhing in pain,

when this guy, he takes his hands and he tells me

he's only gonna examine me, but the minute Toby leaves the room,

he starts to examine me, but he's not really examining me,

like he's doing something, like it hurts, you know?

Don't tell me he was removing the membrane?

Yes.

And then he broke my water.

Not a word to me.

- Nothing. - Terrible.

- That's terrible. - No, it was terrible.

And then, while his hands were up inside me,

I kicked the doctor and he went flying across the room to the wall.

It wasn't true.

Toby wanted to ask her why she said it, but she seemed too delicate.

She was wearing the same pair of sweatpants

since she'd gotten home, so, he let it be.

Here you go.

Hi, honey.

God, what a nice thing, to see you two in the middle of the day.

They were in my prenatal yoga.

You wanna go over?

Where'd they learn to play with their babies like that?

They didn't teach us that in the class.

Something was very wrong.

She's not smiling yet,

and the book said that it's six weeks.

Smiling's an imitative behavior.

So, you have to be smiled at in order to smile back.

Are you smiling at her?

Yeah. Yeah.

Have you talked to someone?

Yeah, I know. I keep telling her.

You have to take care of yourself here, Rachel.

Like they say on the airplane, you have to secure

your own oxygen mask before you secure the children's,

because you can't help them if you can't breathe yourself.

- I ruined her. - No, stop that. Stop that.

Honey, don't say that.

Seriously, this is normal. A lot of mothers go through this.

You know, you actually should go.

You know how I feel about therapy.

I do know. Rachel, that is like... It's so archaic, honey.

It's for rich people...

...who don't realize they don't have problems.

Yes, I know. But can you just try it?

Fine. Fine. I'll go, okay?

- God. You're like the Gestapo. - No. I'm not.

That's not really how the Gestapo worked, honey.

He knew what was happening to her wasn't in her control

and he didn't blame her.

But she was really missing out.

- Hey. - Hey.

How was it?

It was fine.

I don't love sharing in groups, but yeah, it was fine. Whatever.

No, I'm not talking about it.

If you're making me go there and talk about it

and then I have to talk to you about talking about it, you can kill me now.

Okay. I'm just happy to hear it worked.

You can go again Thursday.

Hello?

Rachel?

Have you been out at all today?

Have I?

No.

I thought you were doing better.

No, I am. I'm just...

I'm so tired.

I feel like... I don't know, I just feel like I'm in...

...the wrong gear or something.

Hey, listen. I have to say this, I think you should see someone.

A therapist, not a support group, okay?

But a person, and maybe even a psychiatrist.

- They have medications. - Enough about therapy.

Toby, I don't need therapy.

What I need is help with this baby.

Oh.

Then that's okay. That's great.

Let's get us a nanny.

So, Ria Edelman said you're just great.

Their children are beautiful, but they're older now.

It's nice that you get to help out. Right, Rach?

It's an amazing thing to see children grow.

- It's a privilege. - Yeah.

May I hold her?

It's okay. Okay?

Sorry, that is amazing. How did you do that?

I have a calm energy.

Huh.

I think you're hired.

And things seemed to get better from there.

And then, just over a month later...

- Mona. - Hello, Mr. Toby.

- Where's Rachel? Oh. - She went out.

Huh.

- Is that formula? - Yes, Mr. Toby.

Okay.

All right. I got her. Yeah.

Thank you so much.

Okay. Have a good night, okay?

It turned out earlier that morning, after Toby left for work,

Rachel had decided that her maternity leave was over.

She decided to leave Al Fouz and Lichtenstein,

raid its staff,

poach its most bankable client, and start a whole new agency.

She stayed out until 4:00 a.m. that night

with her new employees at Eight and a Half,

celebrating the creation of Fleishman and Company,

a new theater-focused agency

that was small enough to give its clients

the attention they needed to be able to thrive.

You changed.

And that was that.

Meanwhile, Toby's career was continuing apace,

but his support of his wife's ambition was costing him.

He couldn't take the lead on research.

He couldn't have drinks with the other doctors after work,

so that he could go home and relieve Mona.

It felt like everyone around him

was catapulting somehow higher and faster.

He'd heard his old med school rival,

Aaron Schwartz, had made Subdivision Head at Methodist.

But Aaron Schwartz didn't have a wife

who saw three new Broadway shows premiere

the same year she delivered a second child.

Aaron Schwartz didn't get to take pride in watching someone he loved

build something massive and important.

Toby felt lucky, not because of the money.

That wasn't important to him.

But because he got to spend this time with his kids.

They had these great kids.

He worried Rachel would look back on this time and regret it.

Oh, my God!

Can you guys keep it down?

Maybe.

This is a preschool interview.

Why does this have to be a blood sport like everything else?

It's a kindergarten interview.

It's serious. This is where her future gets determined.

- Okay. - You have to be someone.

Show you come from somewhere. So, what's our story?

Our story? That we're good people,

that we'll pay the ridiculous tuition.

- I don't know. - Really, I mean it.

- Be serious. - Okay.

Uh, yes. Yes. No, no, no. I'm here.

You have to go with your gut, Alex. You just do.

Look what your gut has given the world so far.

Hey, we're in the middle of something. Okay.

No, no. No. Let's figure it out. Okay.

So, you've got these two characters

who are not only trying to overcome this...

All right. I'm going to the gym.

They're inside a world that's changing faster than they want it to, right?

Did you go to school in New York?

Just for college. I grew up in Baltimore.

Baltimore.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Is this Toby? - This is Toby.

- Rachel tells me you're a doctor. - Mm-hmm.

Good for you.

- Hi. Thanks. - This is Rachel's husband Toby.

He's a doctor.

A doctor. Good for you.

So, we're gonna go upstairs. We'll start with refreshments.

Does a 5-year-old really need all this?

Just look around here. I mean like...

- Hi. - What?

- This is a place where they'll thrive. - Yeah?

- Look at this place. - Yeah, I know.

I keep thinking what would've happened to me

if I had gone to a school like this? I would've had a place in the world.

I just don't know if we need to be in such an elitist world.

You came from nothing. You're an ambition monster.

Maybe you're only successful 'cause of that.

- Ever think of that? - That's what you want for our kids?

To be forced into my Great Expectations

upbringing in order to give them character?

No, thanks. I don't need all this character.

Who would you be in Great Expectations? Would you be the street urchin Pip?

Toby, how can you argue with me wanting for them to have everything?

Yeah, this isn't everything.

Look, okay. I know you want them to have roots and if you think

this will give it to them...

I just want them to be safe in the world.

I want them to not have such a hard time.

- How much safer can they get? - Don't you see?

This is why I do all of this.

I do what I do so they can have all this.

I feel like you're not even trying to convince me anymore.

- You're just telling me how it is. - That's not true.

Okay. I believe in public school as a value.

You're trying to make me say that I don't and I'm not falling for it.

All right. All right. Whatever you want, Rachel.

Really.

Thank you.

- Really. - Okay.

Oh...

I'm Rachel Fleishman.

We have two kids who I think would just be so happy here.

Rachel couldn't compete with donations or her name on classrooms

and she hadn't gone to the same country clubs and tennis camps

that all the other parents seemed to have gone to together

when they were children.

But that didn't stop her from using what she could to climb.

She bought their friendship, one house seat at a time.

Then it was 10 years of small moments that added up to a lot.

Rachel became more consumed by her drive for wealth and success,

until he didn't recognize her anymore.

Or himself.

Toby liked to say the end of his marriage happened like the fall of Rome,

slowly, then all at once.

This was the night of all at once.

Philadelphia?

It's the head of the department, the top.

- What happened to patient interface? - It would mean a lot more money.

You always say you want me to make more money

- and we'd live like kings in Philly. - Just outside Philadelphia.

Doing what exactly? I'm a talent agent for theater.

It might be the change we need. This is too...

- You're working too much, Rach. - I have an agency. I have employees.

Something has to change. You're never here.

The kids don't see you. Last week,

- when Solly had the state report... - Do not bring up

- the state report, please. - Okay. Okay.

I love my work. I've built something I love.

Do you understand that? To take that away from me

because you want, what,

- more attention? - What? No. Excuse me.

- I want what's best for us, okay? - And what a coincidence.

That means choosing what's best for you.

All right.

I'm happy.

We finally have a real apartment.

Our kids are at a theater school. My job is infinitely more rewarding than

being sexually harassed by a middle management dipshit.

I run the largest small theater agency in all of New York.

- Okay. - No, you couldn't understand how rare

and important that is 'cause your entire life has been laid out for you.

- The greatest hits. - No, med school, intern,

- residence, fellow, attending. - Yeah.

You don't have to strategize or plan or make connections.

The system does that for you. I don't have that luxury.

Everything I have, I've had to scratch for.

I mean, even now.

No, I'm not moving anywhere, Toby.

- I wouldn't earn this much anywhere. - Yeah. Money doesn't

- buy you happiness. - Toby! Of course it does.

What, are you crazy?

He prayed she wouldn't answer it.

He said, "Please, God, don't let her answer it.

"Please, God, let her find this more important.

"Please, God, let her find us more important.

"Please, God, let her find me more important."

Rachel Fleishman.

Fuck. Damn it.

Amazing.

Is that oregano?

- Um... - Marjoram.

- Oh. - With a touch of tarragon.

- I'd love to see you make a meal. - It is so good.

Hey, did anyone figure out if the US-wide summer thing is still bad?

I thought you might have a little more self-respect in making sure

everybody knows you cooked the meal.

- But I did cook it. - I could cook a meal

- if I didn't have to work. - I cooked to impress

your stupid friends and you're disappointed.

I just realized you don't even know you're trying to humiliate me.

- You guys need help in there? - No, thanks.

Almost got it.

Why don't you put the dessert out 'cause you worked so fucking hard on it.

Mine is George Stephanopoulos, his is Naomi Campbell.

Still? She must be, what, in her 50s?

Forties. Sixties.

Oh, God.

- Mine is Mark Wahlberg. - Gross.

- See what I have to deal with here? - There is something about him.

- I could save him. - Guy's a fast food billionaire.

He doesn't need to be saved.

Mine used to be Ariana Grande.

Okay.

I just like someone who looks like she's a little too good for me.

Like my beautiful wifey here.

You're just saying that, so I'll forget

- your free pass is an actual child. - Do you have anyone

- who is of a normal age? - She's in her 20s.

She just looks younger.

Is that supposed to be better?

- Who's your free pass, Rachel? - What do you mean?

Free pass, who you would sleep with if Toby turned a blind eye.

God. This is what we're talking about?

Come on.

We've all answered.

Sam Rothberg.

What? What? What did I say that's wrong?

You're supposed to pick a celebrity.

You're not supposed to pick someone you know.

Suddenly, Ariana Grande doesn't seem so bad?

Honey.

So, what should we discuss next? Politics or religion?

Stop. Stop.

This looks fabulous, you guys. Absolutely.

And that was that.

And that's when it hit him.

Sam Rothberg.

Sam fucking Rothberg.

Rachel wasn't gone. She wasn't in danger.

She was with the one person who represented everything Toby hated

on the Upper East Side, in the whole world.

- She was with... - Sam Rothberg.