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Hey.

G'morning...

Steve Jobs?

What-- oh, hey, I'm trying to look smart, okay?

Just never mind that. I, um...

I have-- I have something serious to tell you,

so could you... you know, wake up?

[exhales] Okay.

That sounds bad.

[sighs]

Ram kissed me.

Who?

Oh, uh, my client.

Uh, Fronterra?

Wow, don't love that.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, because you guys are going to this pharma conference today.

Which-- it's gonna be fine.

I mean, the work we're doing is so cool.

It's important, you know? But... [exhales]

I dunno, it would be a shame to quit just because he,

you know, had this momentary confusion, you know?

Right.

And are we okay?

Yeah. Yeah, we're okay.

Yeah?

Thank you for telling me.

I just-- I need a cup of coffee

to go with this punch in the gut.

Oh no, not your gut. It's my favourite!

Well, your dick's my favourite.

Oh, thanks.

I mean, it's a long list. Where do I start?

NATHAN: Yeah, I mean, Jesus. Oof...

I need to work through this.

Okay. Okay.

You-- you have nothing to worry about, so rest assured.

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LIONEL: So, I was thinking, since you don't seem

particularly invested in the eight-legged nightmare

that you brought into our life...

how do you feel about...

re-homing her?

What are we talking about?

Tula!

The-- the giant spider.

Oh, yeah.

LIONEL: Anyways, I was talking to Bethany from Rover,

and she seems oddly enthusiastic about the idea of adopting her.

She's coming over later tonight, so say your final goodbyes.

Truthfully, I don't even know why I bought that spider.

LIONEL: Oh, okay.

Thank you for putting me through my own personal hell on a whim.

I'm sorry, it was medical!

-She's coming. -Oh, okay.

So we're just gonna have a calm conversation, you know?

We're gonna ask some questions. We're gonna be cool.

ALICE: I need you to sign this.

It's a permission form for Australia.

LIONEL: Okay, let's just slow down for a second.

We have some questions about--

This is obviously Seamus' idea!

Why are you letting yourself be influenced by a dumb boy?

No, it's-- it's my idea!

ANNE: To be a farmer?

You get winded loading the dishwasher!

Well, I want to go on an adventure!

You're not going to Australia!

Like, ever!

It is off the table. No, you know what?

It is off the globe!

I'm taking the bus.

LIONEL: Honey...

Well, that went pretty much...

as I expected.

ANNE: Ugh.

I didn't get my first haircut until I was nine

because I was so afraid of scissors.

I begged my parents to get a divorce

simply so I could have two birthdays.

And, when I was ten,

I put an eraser up my bum on a dare

and I don't remember it ever coming out.

Well, uh... so these are your big secrets?

And when I was 22, I got engaged.

We were too young, it didn't last,

and thank God because...

now I'm here with you.

True.

Sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but that's it.

Those are all the skeletons in my closet, I promise.

Okay.

Thank you.

So, can I start moving the rest of my stuff in?

Because it'd be really cool to feel like I live somewhere.

Yeah, let's do it.

Okay. Your turn.

I want to know everything about you.

Okay.

I was valedictorian of my class--

No. No, no, no.

No, I want, like, juicy childhood Sloane stuff.

[chuckles]

My childhood was uneventful.

What about your mother?

Honestly, I-I hate when people talk about

their childhood sob stories

as if it defines them as an adult.

Grow up.

Go to work, come back, cook your dinner, shut up.

[chuckles] Fair enough.

I guess.

So, where do you keep your cactuses?

I don't have any cacti.

How about, uh-- how about over here, huh?

Yeah, knock yourself out!

PAUL: Okay, but you've gotta be really cautious

around these things because the second

you stop paying attention--

-[loud crash] -Ooh, shit!

SLOANE: Shit... Aah, shit!

PAUL: Sorry, here, I'll-- I'll clean it up!

Don't worry! I'll-- I'll get it.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Don't worry, I'll replace it. Or... was it expensive?

Ah, it's not that!

It's not about getting another bottle, it's-- it's...

[sighs emotionally]

I gotta go to work, so just...

leave it.

It's fine.

[emotional music]

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[door opens and closes]

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RAM: Oh, come on!

KATE: No...

We look stupid!

No, this is-- this is fine.

We're the dumbest people on Earth.

Did you-- did you wear it to look smart?

-Of course I did. -Yeah, me too.

What's better than one Steve Jobs?

Two Steve Jobs!

Yeah.

Anyways...

BOTH: I need to talk to you.

Uh, you go, please.

Okay, um, I take full responsibility for my mistake.

I... was in a vulnerable place

and I should've been talking to my therapist, not...

kissing my publicist.

Hah!

Agreed. That was insane.

And, uh, look, I was there, I met you halfway,

so let's just... wash our hands of it, right?

Okay.

Let's put this behind us and do what we do,

'cause we've got a big day.

It's a big day. We gotta get our buy-in

from these doctors for Horamo, or we're fucked.

Should be fine. Look at them.

It's like a Whack-a-Mole. Just pick which one.

Why don't you go find our booth?

I'm gonna go shake some hands. We'll reconnect.

-Sounds like a plan. -Okay.

-I need that? -Yes, you do.

-Thank you. -Okay.

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KATE: Ah!

What are you so happy about?

MO: He's been going gaga for this nerd-herd all morning.

I'll have you know this "nerd-herd"

is the who's-who of the pharmaceutical industry.

A fair point.

Oh, look. There's the CEO of Salubra.

KATE: Janine something, right?

RICHARD: Very good! Janine McNulty.

You read my prep package!

I skimmed it.

It was 80 pages, Richard.

RICHARD: She's worth billions.

I mean, literally, billions.

Sorry, who do you work for?

I mean, just, it's impressive. Hard to miss.

Looks like we got our work cut out for us, don't we?

Guys, there is swag everywhere!

Stop wearing the competition, Rosie!

KATE: Wha--

We have literally all the same stuff with different logos.

KATE: Shit, you're right.

How do we stand out?

Oh, I've got just the thing.

-[T-shirt gun pops] -[woman gasps]

-Oh, God. -Oh, whoa.

KATE: [clears throat]

Why on Earth do you have this in your car?

I go to a lot of bachelorettes!

-What? -One more.

No, no, no, no, no! This is not the move!

[talking over each other]

-Stop, stop, stop! -[gun pops]

[gasps]

Ow! The fuck...?

-A-Anne? -Hi...

Oh my-- Are you okay?

What are you doing here?

I'm a doctor, remember?

Oh, yeah, I always forget that.

What... is this? Horamo?

I thought this was dangerous!

Oh, so Ram actually made a very interesting argument

about how we misused it.

Mm, Ram made some good points, did he?

-Mm-hm. -The guy you want to bone?

No, I don't! And yes, he did.

We were misusing it. We made a mistake.

People make mistakes. Mistakes happen.

I don't believe you. Also, that shirt is stupid.

Am I not allowed to try anything?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Yeah, that was an accident!

Hi! Oh...

I think we met at your daughter's virginity party...

Mm-hm.

But not officially. I'm Ram.

I'm Dr. Anne Carlson.

Oh! Well, Kate, you didn't tell me

that your friend is a doctor!

Oh, Anne is an excellent psychiatrist.

-Okay, uh, Kate? -Yes?

Do you mind if I steal you for a bit,

because my talk's coming up and I'm so nervous

-I could shit myself. -[laughs]

Anne, we'll catch up soon, okay?

RAM: Um, yeah, so... [talking indistinctly]

The fuck...?

Thank you. One more, please.

Thanks.

Hey!

Thanks for making the time.

It wasn't easy.

Between trying to find a job

and planning this stupid St. Celine's fair, I'm slammed.

About that, I wanted to ask your advice

on getting Enzo into St. Celine's.

[chuckles]

I mean, the waitlist is just like--

Well, Kate's not helping at all.

Bitch.

Wait a minute!

You could help!

Why don't you get your boyfriend Gary to help?

Ugh, gross. We're not together anymore.

Anyway, you help me with the fair,

I help you get Enzo into St. Celine's.

It's a perfect plan!

So, you want me to help plan a fair

for a school that my kid doesn't even go to?

Well, do you want him to go to it?

Okay, sure. I'm in.

-Yay! -Yay.

Ah, everything's working out for me!

-You mean for us? -That's what I said!

-Now? -Mm-hm.

Okay.

LIONEL: Won't it be nice to be wanted?

Not have somebody who screams

every time they remember you're there?

[knock at door]

Where's my freaky baby? Oh!

All packed up and ready to go.

And don't worry, she's gonna totally love it there.

And thanks again for doing this. It's-- it's...

a huge relief.

No worries!

Uh, so, yeah, I should probably hit the road.

Right, right, right. Here you go.

Okay, I got it. Thank-- Oh!

-No, it's okay, I've got it. -Mm-hm.

Oh, you're still holding onto it...

-I am, yeah. -Are you gonna let go?

I don't know if I can.

Uh...

Um...

Okay. Well, um...

If you're gonna keep her here,

is it okay if I still come by to feed her?

We'd love that.

-Um, bye! -Bye.

Okay.

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RAM: Alright, Kate, it's go time.

Yes, sir.

-[phone buzzing] -Uh, it's my wife.

You sure you wanna ignore it?

No, it's okay, I just, um...

I need to focus.

Yeah, sure.

RAM: Oh... fuckin' Salubra.

KATE: Where?

RAM: Ah, yeah, of course, and she's front and centre.

Well, take it as a compliment.

Okay. We're ready to go.

You're prepped, you're feelin' good, everything's right?

-Here we go! -Here we go.

RAM: [exhales shakily] Okay.

KATE: Okay.

-Okay... -Okay.

RAM: [nervously] Okay...

Oh, boy. Alright, what the hell is that?

Why do you keep saying it like that?

I don't know, I don't know. It's a tic.

Okay, hey, hey.

Let's just slow down and breathe for a second.

They'll wait for you.

Let's inhale for four. Can you do that with me?

[inhales]

KATE: Hold it.

Now exhale for four.

[exhales]

Everything's gonna be okay.

Okay? [chuckles]

RICHARD: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,

please help me welcome to the stage,

the CEO of Fronterra Pharmaceuticals...

You got this.

RICHARD: ...Mr. Ram Javeri.

[applause]

Hello.

MAGGIE: When you called a notes meeting,

I didn't expect to be going over my bio.

I think it's great.

Well...

Okay...

What are you-- what are you thinking?

SLOANE: It's just, "Her passion for writing began

"when she won her first essay competition

"in the third grade, thanks to the loving encouragement

"of her teacher, Mrs. Pelletier"?

It's just a little personal detail.

I understand that, but...

nobody cares about your childhood.

JONATHAN: Whoa.

I thought it was sweet.

MAGGIE: Thank you!

No, I-I just don't think that it matters.

You have all of these amazing accomplishments as an adult.

Why attribute that to some childhood trauma?

Well, who said anything about trauma?

Sorry-- memory!

Childhood memory.

JONATHAN: Look, these personal details

allow readers to connect, so I say we run with it.

If that's okay with you, Sloane?

Yeah, of course, yeah.

JONATHAN: Great! Thank you, Mrs. Pelletier.

MAGGIE: [laughs] She lives another day.

Based on extensive clinical trials,

we've found that the patient's migraine disappears completely

within a maximum of 45 minutes after ingesting the drug.

That's not the only thing that disappears completely.

RAM: Which is why we say, with Horamo,

"It's all gone."

[scoffs] Come on!

What?

I'm sorry, is, uh, someone speaking?

ANNE: Yeah! Yeah, over here.

I'm just wondering, are there any notable

side effects with Horamo?

-Foster, isn't that your friend? -No.

RAM: Uh, everything is noted in the research, of course.

-Looks like your friend. -Just shut up.

So, when you say, "It's all gone"--

that's a catchy slogan, by the way--

are you referring to when you take the drug,

you essentially black out?

Oh, no, "It's all gone" is referring to

the crippling pain of a migraine.

ANNE: Oh, oh. Are you sure?

Because "It's all gone" sounds more to me like

"It's all gone, the last 24 hours,

"three days, seven years." Who knows?

RAM: Okay.

Okay...

KATE: [in a whisper] Fuck.

-You need to fix this. -Okay, yeah.

Okay, goddammit.

Hi! Hello.

Good afternoon.

Uh, I'm Kate Foster, public relations for Fronterra.

The-- the very best of the best.

Oh, well. [chuckles]

I just want to clarify that no one from the clinical trial

with an active migraine

experienced any actual memory loss.

-Isn't that right? -That's exactly right.

As we know, any medication, taken incorrectly,

can have negative effects.

But when taken as prescribed, that's a different story.

KATE: Let's just try something here.

By number of hands,

how many migraine sufferers do we have here today?

That seems impossible, doesn't it, Kate?

Well, Ram, not necessarily.

I'm seeing a lot of men here,

so maybe it is possible, given that migraines

are actually three times more prevalent in women than men.

And, as we know, women's pain historically

has been dismissed, even when it's debilitating.

KATE: What Fronterra has accomplished here,

it's gonna change many lives.

Mine included.

I'm proud to be associated with this drug,

and you should be proud to prescribe it to your patients

who've been waiting too long for a drug that actually works.

Please direct any further questions to Mr. Javeri here.

Thank you so much.

[applause]

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-ROSIE: Okay! -KATE: Oh, shoot.

-[T-shirt gun fires] -Woo!

-Thank you! -Thank you so much.

Thank you so much, thank you so much.

GENA: Bouncy castle... Dunk tank...

This carnival's gonna be amazing.

Seriously, Jenny, you've done such a good job.

Well, I just got off the phone with the food truck

that was supposed to feed everyone...

-Mm-hm? -They fucking bailed!

Okay, we'll figure this out.

-Well, how? -I--

They're all booked. I mean, I tried them all!

[gasps]

I think I have a cousin that can help us.

-Seriously? -Mm-hm.

[truck beeping]

JENNY: Yes, Gena!

Saving my ass!

I mean, our ass!

Told ya! Hey, Vince!

Here, Gena. Bring it back by Sunday.

Wait... what kind of food truck is this?

It's a truck with a stove in it.

Make whatever food you want.

So you don't drive it?

No! You rented a truck.

Not food, not a driver, just a truck.

Do we all understand?

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ROSIE: You guys were amazing up there!

-That was all Kate. -Oh!

RAM: I'm gonna go get those buy-ins.

Yes, do it.

Yeah, you really saved us from being ruined

by your own friend.

What was her problem, exactly?

I wish I could tell you.

JANINE: Excuse me...

I wanted to congratulate you.

-I'm Janine McNulty. -Janine McNulty.

Yes, you are. [laughs]

JANINE: You did some really impressive work

on Seedless, and now this.

Thank you.

If you and your team

ever want to talk working with Salubra,

I promise we won't be wasting your time.

Wow. Ah, thank you.

Um, unfortunately, we are loyal to Fronterra.

Mm... That is unfortunate.

RICHARD: Mm-hm.

JANINE: But don't worry, I won't beg you!

Just, um...

keep the card.

Oh, I'll beg.

Why are we so loyal to Fronterra, again?

I mean, come on! We're talkin' billions, Kate!

Ah... Oh, shit.

I gotta take care of something.

Richard, get it together. This is too much.

No, this is Salu--

Come on!

That clearly wasn't about some drug,

so what the fuck was it about?

I guess I don't trust that guy.

Okay, for the last time,

we are adults with clear sets of boundaries.

I...

I've got this under control.

I just think your judgement might be clouded.

I mean, would you follow him off a cliff?

Ruin your life, following some guy?

Stop talking to me like I'm your daughter!

That is my client.

I get that you don't like him, but respectfully,

you're my best friend.

You don't have to weigh in on everything I do.

You can just support me.

Just fuckin' support me.

ANNE: [sighs]

Hey, you.

Hey.

PAUL: Little man's down.

SLOANE: Listen, um...

I'm sorry that I snapped at you earlier.

I-I just...

Where's the bottle?

What, the pieces? I cleaned them up.

You did what? I asked you to leave it!

Well, it didn't seem like a good idea

keeping a bunch of broken glass around a baby.

What is that smell? Is that bleach?

Yeah, that old perfume smell was getting pretty rank, so...

All I can smell is fuckin' bleach!

That was my mother's perfume.

I only use it once a year, on my birthday,

so I could make it last.

Um... Oh my God.

I'm-- I'm so sorry.

How could I have known that?

What, you wanna know all the juicy childhood Sloane stories?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay, fine.

My mother was my most favourite person on the fucking planet.

And when I was eight, she got brain cancer.

It ate her up and it ripped her from my life.

So forgive me if I don't want to talk about it all the time.

It's not a big happy family kinda story!

Wait, wait...

[emotional music]

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ANNE: Hi.

-Hi. -[front door closes]

-Can I sit with you? -Depends.

Are you gonna handcuff yourself to me?

Lock me in a cage in the basement

for the rest of my whole life?

Okay, I probably deserve that.

Listen, I don't want you to go to Australia with Seamus.

I don't like it.

I-I don't think it's a good idea.

But I'm not gonna stop you.

You literally ripped up my permission form.

Right, yes...

Yeah.

Here you go.

A little tape and you're good to go.

-Really? -Yeah.

I might not always approve of everything you do,

but I'm... I'm always gonna support you.

Even if it kills me... I have to let you go.

-[footsteps on stairs] -LIONEL: [sighs]

I have to feed the spider!

I-I thought you were getting rid of her.

LIONEL: Uh, yeah.

I couldn't do it.

I think I love her.

I-I don't know.

I don't know!

[both laugh]

KATE: [chuckles]

RAM: Just... the way you spun it, I...

Brilliant. I owe you.

Mm, I'm just happy we got our buy-in.

RAM: Yes!

These docs are gonna prescribe Horamo!

KATE: Woo!

I think it was the turtlenecks.

This fuckin' thing?

I tell you what, I have been dying

to take this thing off all day.

It is so hot.

Good God.

Ugh!

Mine's 99% wool.

[sighs]

You know there's no one else

I would rather do this with, right?

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You...

fucked it.

I can't do this. We can't work together.

-Yeah. -Kate, Kate...

Kate...

I can't-- No, man, I c--

KATE: Shit.

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