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(light music)

NELL: I loved that guy
for five years.

Threw my life away for him.

Moved to another country
for him.

Learned how to play pickleball
for him.

But now I--
I just don't know what I feel.

Well, I know what I feel.

I feel anger
with a smattering of rage.

And I feel a dampness
coming from the backseat.

Tilly just spilled her juice
this morning.

Why am I here?

You're here to support
your friend.

I thought being a friend meant
going to the movies together,

not going on stakeouts.

See? You're learning.

Now get in there and find out

what Phillip is doing
in Pasadena.

How am I gonna find that out?

Pretend that you're a customer.

Ask about pastries,

and just, uh, you know,
make small talk.

What if he asks me for my name?

You make one up.

This is a bad plan.

I--I don't know how to do
this kind of stuff.

I--I'm not sure
what to do with my body.

Well, you take your body,

and you just put it
in the line.

Oh, I hate this.

(car door opens, closes)

SAM: Don't you find it odd

that Phillip's just suddenly
in Pasadena?

You know,
didn't say he was coming.

Nothing about this pop-up
on his social media.

NELL: Nah, he can be
so unpredictable.

He's the guy
that'll show up anywhere.

Except when I lost the baby

and wanted to go
to couples therapy.

Yep, there it is,
that smattering of rage,

just bubbling up again.

Okay. Edward's in there.

Wow.

He really doesn't know
what to do with his body.

Can I just--I can't see.

♪ ♪

Yeah, that's weird.

I've never seen
someone run like that

that wasn't an eighth grader
with a roll-y backpack.

♪ ♪

(Edward panting)

-Well?
-I gotta say...

uh, Phillip's a total ten.

Did you ask him
what he's doing in Pasadena?

I did.
He said it beats Antarctica.

Oh, my God,
that is not an answer, Edward.

He's very charming
with his accent.

♪ ♪

Uh-oh, he's looking at us.

-Go!
-Buckle up, buckle up.

Go, go, go! Punch it!

I'll punch it
when everyone is safe!

Everybody safe?

(upbeat music)

♪ ♪

Again, I am so sorry
for your loss,

and thank you so much
for taking the time

to talk to me about Janice.

I have never written about

such a dedicated
and tireless worker.

Okay, bye.

So this is what
ploppin' down on a couch

in the middle of the day
feels like!

(laughing) Oh!

I wish I had done more of this

before I kicked the bucket.

Sounds like being a mail lady

in a little town kept you busy.

-Oh, yeah.
-Did you ever take a day off?

Not once in 43 years.

One time, I delivered mail

in a snowstorm
while passing a kidney stone.

-Ooh.
-Oh, while I'm here,

I wanna do all the things
I never got to do.

-Oh.
-Like, can you get me

in front of one of those
TikToks?

Hey, seeing that you're

kind of permanently retired,

can you help me
not get junk mail?

Do you feel like
Bed Bath & Beyond coupons

are junk mail?

Of course not.

Oh, well, then

don't mess with the system.

(notification chimes)

Oh, God.

♪ ♪

He texted me.

-Get out.
-Who did?

He saw us in the car,
and he wants to talk.

-No way.
-Who does?

SAM: So he froze you out
for months

when you needed him the most,

and now he just saunters in

and wants to, like, hit
old town Pasadena or something?

Is this that cable guy
that never showed?

Sharp journalistic mind
on this one.

(whispering) It's Phillip.

Audible gasp.

You should go talk to him.

He has a message, and messages
need to be delivered.

And speaking of delivery,

can we get a pizza up in here?

I wanna see what
that stuffed crust looks like.

I think I should see him.

I mean, not just for him,

but for me, right?

It might give me closure.

Okay, but I'm going with you,

for moral support

and so I can glare at him
from the car.

Thank you. I'll tell him
we'll stop by after work.

Great.

♪ ♪

Oh, good, you're leaving.

Now I don't have to have
that awkward conversation

where I ask you to go.

Thanks for sparing
my feelings, Lexi.

You're so welcome.

She has got big
"do not bend" energy.

Team, we have some very
important business to discuss.

What is it?

There was a nine-car pileup
on the 5.

-Oh.
-But put a pin in that.

Who's ready to plan
a little girl's birthday?

SAM: Hey!

Tilly is so excited

for her and Kendall's
princess birthday party.

Kendall is too.

Except she doesn't want it
to be a princess party.

She wants it to be
a work party!

-Yay!
-A five-year-old work party?

She woke up this morning

and saw Mama
in her business blazer

and said,
"I wanna be just like you."

I mean, who am I
to tell her no?

We can have it here
at the office,

and Kendall requested that
you be the tiny journalists'

-editor of fun.
-Great.

I mean, what else do I have
to do on a Saturday afternoon?

Certainly not wait around
for same-day Wicked tickets.

Yeah, I don't know, Lexi.

You know, Tilly is really,
really excited

about having
a princess birthday party.

You know, she wants to wear
her princess dress

and decorate the crowns
and drink her tea.

LEXI: She can still be
a princess.

We can decorate half of
the office for the princesses

and half of it
for the baby bosses.

Okay. All right.

I guess I can just stay late

and figure out
how to turn half the newsroom

into a princess castle.

Excelente!

Oh, and um,
someone should really look into

that nine-car pileup.

If you are busy decorating,

how are you going to chaperone
Nell and Phillip?

Balls.

-(ringtone playing)
-Hello.

SAM: Nell is going
to meet Phillip after work,

and she cannot go alone.

-Who is this?
-It's Sam.

Is this your phone voice?

Yes, I guess so.

It's different.

SAM: You need to go
to support her.

I should go support her
because I'm her best friend,

but it is impossible
to be a best friend,

a style editor, a mother,

and apparently now
a party planner.

-Having it all is a myth.
-I know, right?

I'm gonna go with Nell.

Not only because
she's my friend,

but because your phone voice
is very convincing.

Thank you?

(soft suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

(bell ringing)

♪ ♪

PHILLIP: Sorry, we're closed.

Just wanted to see
if I can grab a bombolone.

Nell.

Hi.

Hi.

You look great.

So do you.

PHILLIP: So do we--do we hug?

Do we shake hands?

Do we just wave?

We hug?

SAM: So how's it going?

She's inside.

I'm looking right at her.

SAM: Ooh, how does she look?

Good.

I'm surprised she didn't
dress up more, though.

Is she happy?

Is she sad?

Hard to tell.

She's smiling.

What kind of smile?

Like, a "I'm so happy
I came to see Phillip" smile?

Or "I want to smack
his pretty face" smile?

I don't know.

-She's smiling.
-SAM: Edward!

So what brings you
to Pasadena?

Beats Antarctica.

That is not as clever
of an answer

as you think it is.

A friend asked me
to come help him

do a pop-up,
and I owed him one.

And I'm actually
really glad I did,

because it's given me
the chance

to do something
I've wanted to do for a while.

Apologize.

Whoa.

When we went through
our hard time,

I shut down,

'cause I was afraid.

I--I didn't know
how to handle my emotions,

so I pretended like
I didn't have any,

which only made you
feel terrible.

And I didn't give you
the support that you needed

or that you deserved,

and, Nell, I'm truly sorry.

Wow. Thank you.

I think I really needed
to hear that.

You also need to eat
this bombolone.

Wait. Hold on.

It looks like
he's giving her a pastry.

Fluffy. I'm jealous.

Thank you
for that information, Edward.

I'm really glad I came.

Yeah, I think I needed
that closure.

And I was hoping

you have something to say
to me.

Um, these pastries
are really soggy.

That's not true.

I know, they're perfect,

but that's all
I have to say to you.

I apologized to you, Nell.

Yes, for good reason.
You owed me one.

-And you owe me one.
-For what, Phillip?

For how you left.

That's the reason
why you came here.

-(Phillip scoffs)
-Of course.

Oh, I should've known.

You should've just gone on up
to Antarctica.

Or down.
Which one has the penguins?

I'm a chef.

I don't know the geography
of penguins!

(dramatic music)

Goodbye, Phillip.

How'd it go?

Exactly how I should've known
it was gonna go.

Did you know that you'd forget
to bring me a pastry?

♪ ♪

I can come back later.

I can't believe that
he asked for an apology.

I know.

So, um, how did you
leave Phillip, anyway?

You know, did you have to sort
through everything?

Like,
"Hey, you take the toaster,

and I'll take the vodka."

Kind of.

It was, uh, actually...

opening night of his restaurant
in London.

Damn, he must've been so angry

when you told him
you weren't gonna go.

Uh, I didn't tell him.

Yeah, he was already there,
and I was supposed to meet him,

but instead, I just...left.

To, like, a hotel?

-To Pasadena.
-Damn.

What did he say
when you called him?

-I never called him.
-Text him?

-No.
-WhatsApp?

I never spoke to him
until today.

Oh.

What? Is that bad?

I mean,
it's a pretty drastic way

to end a five-year relationship
right before the wedding.

-It is.
-Yeah.

(soft music)

It's a good thing
I never saw reality TV,

or I would've been
one of those postal carriers

that just dumps the mail
in the river every day

so I could stay home and watch.

-(TV turns off)
-I can't believe you went back

-and bought pastries.
-I had to.

The smell was in my sweater,
and it was haunting me.

The man ruined my life,
Edward.

You have to be able
to separate the man

from the bombolone, Nell.

Well, then go and eat them
in your room,

or I'm gonna walk all over
our rugs in my street shoes.

You don't have to be venomous.

Thank you.

EDWARD: Mmm.

So?

Should I just sit here
and say nothing

when I think
you need to hear something?

I just don't think
that delivering mail

applies to my situation.

Oh, I'm gonna return
that comment to sender.

I'm sorry.

What do I need to hear?

Let me tell you a little story.

When I was in high school,

I stole a boy who went
to a dance with my sister.

Whoa, Janice!

That's why you love reality TV.

You are nasty.

Well, we fell in love.

We got married.
We had a family.

We were together for 42 years.

But my sister never forgave me.

Never talked to me again.

But every year on her birthday,

I'd write her
and tell her that I loved her

and that I missed her.

Did you have to pay
for postage?

You know what?
Never mind. Go on. Yeah.

I never got a reply
until this year.

My sister finally reached out.

Did you deliver her letter
to yourself?

Look, dumbbell,
I said what needed to be said

to the people in my life.

If you still have
a message for Phillip,

you have to send it.

Not just for him, but for you.

So to get my closure,

I need to tell Phillip
I'm sorry for how I left.

Yes.

You also need to press play,

because I have to watch
all of Hulu today.

(light music)

LEXI: Here we go.

Hi.

Hi, Kendall.
You ready to go to work?

I'm just looking
for an excuse to fire someone.

-Oh, wow.
-LEXI: She's joking.

In our family, we don't let
the children fire anyone

until they're at least seven.

Can I put someone on notice?

Of course, sweetie.

-It is your birthday.
-(elevator dings)

-CHILD 1: Hi.
-CHILD 2: Hi!

Welcome to the rat race,
ladies.

Loving the business casual.

Yes, but there are
lots of princess dresses

and princess crowns

for anybody that wants to be
a little princess today.

There's also tiny briefcases,
coffee cups,

and a real-life editor, Dennis.

DENNIS: Okay, journalists,

who wants to join me
in the conference room

for the tiny editors meeting?

-LEXI: Ooh!
-ALL: Yeah!

Great, we can go over
the tiny numbers

for this year's
tiny fiscal year budget.

Well, doesn't that
sound like fun?

ALL: Yeah!

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Don't worry, Tilly, okay?

I'm sure some of the girls

are gonna want to do
princess stuff.

Plus, I've been
to Dennis's meetings.

He can't hold a room.

DENNIS: Okay, first order
of business.

My husband, Ben, and I
are having a child soon,

and I don't really know how
to communicate with your kind.

So if I need to speak slower

or if you need me
to make my voice higher,

then I can.

Just--just let me know.

I guess I'll just tell you
what an editor does.

Uh, so an editor,
we manage deadlines.

We check sources.

We worry about layoffs.

I know it's boring.

It's not the most interesting
way to spend a Saturday.

Usually,
this editor is at brunch

getting turnt off some mimosas
and slurring his egg order.

(laughter)

-This girl gets it.
-I like your jacket.

Thank you.
It's The RealReal.

Shh. Don't tell anybody.

(laughter)

What do you think
of my new frames?

They make your eyes pop.

Okay, we have some taste
in the room.

We make a good hang.

We do make a good hang.

All right,
who's got the hot goss?

My mommy went
to the hospital,

and now her nose is small.

Viola, this isn't tea.

This is double espresso.

(laughter)

Here we go.

One last message.

I helped deliver them all.

Wedding invitations,
sympathy cards,

-love letters, paychecks.
-NELL: Mm.

All the highs and lows
that make a full life.

Also, a lot of sex toys.

Oh.

Supposed to be
plain packaging,

but you know what's in there.

-(chuckles)
-Okay, this is good.

I'm gonna get this
off my chest.

(soft music)

Okay.

♪ ♪

Wait, what?

♪ ♪

Oh, no. It's gone.

♪ ♪

You were right, Janice.

It doesn't feel good
to leave something unsaid.

I guess we'll never have

the happy ending you had
with your sister.

"Happy ending"?

I didn't say that.

Uh, yeah.

You said that
your sister reached out.

Oh, yeah, she reached out,

and she was still mad as hell.

Even after all those years,

she still didn't forgive me.

You've never seen
such an angry Easter card.

She drew a middle finger
on the bunny.

Then what was the point
of that story?

That I knew
I did everything I could.

NELL: Mm.

Someday, some way,

tell Phillip how you feel.

It may not be
the perfect moment of closure

you're hoping for,

but maybe it's just
the way this story ends.

(soft music)

-SAM: Hey. Oh, hey.
-NELL: I'm so sorry I'm late.

How's your little princess?

Well, it's not
her ideal party,

but she is making
the best of it.

Wh--what--what?

Yeah, it turns out,

the princess part of the party
is a bust.

Little girls want to work
and have careers.

They don't want to wear
pretty dresses and eat cupcakes

and hang around a castle
all day.

I swear, I took
women's studies in college.

No, no goddaughter of mine

is gonna be denied
the perfect birthday.

I'll fix this.

Okay.

-Hey, hey.
-NELL: Mm--mm?

I need to fill you in
on the latest office gossip.

So turns out,

all the girls would love
to be princesses,

but they do
whatever Kendall wants,

because she has a real pony,

and she brings a box
of Gushers to school

every morning,
and she shares with everyone.

How is my daughter supposed
to compete with a rich kid?

I mean, all Tilly has
is yard racoons and carrots.

Yeah, but that's not all.

The way that Kendall
got everyone to agree

to not be princesses

is she told them that Tilly
puts poop on her face.

-She does what?
-Yeah.

My daughter does not do that.

Uh, but don't tell the girls
you heard it from me.

Lexi.

Kendall is demanding
more sugar for her coffee.

She's all hopped up
and, frankly, kind of angry.

We need to talk right now.

Is it time for the goody bags?

I put a cute little paycheck
in every one.

It wasn't fair for you

to change this party
last-minute.

Do you know the girls aren't
actually even having fun?

They're afraid of Kendall,
and she bribes them with candy.

And she's mean to Tilly.

What? Sam, I'm sorry.

Look, I don't want to judge you

for how you're raising
your daughter,

but it's not okay
to just give her

every single thing she wants.

It's not good for her.

What are--what's happening?

I'm crying.

Oh, my God, I've never
seen you do that before.

(sighs)

You're right.

I spoil her.

I give her everything she wants

so she'll be
a happy little girl,

because I wasn't.

So I buy Kendall Gushers
and ponies and ski chalets.

And then yesterday,
when she told me

she wanted to be just like me,
it made me feel like

maybe I am doing something
right, you know?

-But...
-Oh, Lexi.

But if she's being mean
to Tilly

and buying her friends,
then I guess I have failed.

You didn't fail.

You know, you're just a mom.

Sometimes we get it right,

and sometimes we throw our kids

weird office/princess
birthday parties

that will definitely
confuse them

when they enter the workforce.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

I will talk to Kendall.

Now, let's see about
putting some crowns

on these caffeinated
five-year-olds

before they start asking
about their benefits package.

(whimsical music)

♪ ♪

(gasps)

Oh, hello.

(Tilly gasps)

NELL: I'm a princess,
and I'm looking

for more princesses

so that we can do all
the princess things together.

(laughing) Hi.

Hey.

TILLY: You look so pretty!

Did you come with the prince?

We don't need a prince.

PHILLIP: Nell.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Um...

I thought you left town.

PHILLIP: Yeah, I was going to,

but then I realized if I did,

I'd just be acting
like the old me,

shutting off,
ignoring my feelings,

so I came back.

I'm really glad that you did,

because I wanted
to get the chance

to say I'm sorry too.

It's--it's okay.

-You don't have to--
-NELL: No.

I know the way that I left
was really hurtful,

and honestly,

I meant it to be.

I thought it was gonna
make me feel better,

but it didn't.

I owed you this apology,

and I'm glad
I got to deliver it.

JANICE: Yes!

Still helping to deliver
messages in the afterlife.

Are you a real prince?

Um, well, I may not be
a very good one.

You see, once upon a time,

my princess was held prisoner,

and I couldn't rescue her.

Well, he was only human.

(soft music)

And he didn't have magic,
after all,

and eventually,

the princess learned
how to rescue herself.

PHILLIP: But the story
doesn't end there.

You see, as time passed,

the prince tried
to get over the princess.

He joined a gym,

he went to Marrakech,

and with the help
of his royal advisor--

his therapist--

he realized he had to take
an honest look at himself.

Oh.

The prince is doing the work.

Yes, he is.

Every Tuesday at 4:00.

Oh.

But the prince's heart
still ached,

because he felt
he had failed her,

and so he set off
across the ocean

to see her again.

But he didn't know
her feelings for him,

so he disguised himself
as a simple baker

coming to her village
to sell his cakes.

♪ ♪

But you came
to help your friend.

Nell, I can sell bomboloni
in England.

I came for you.

ALL: Ooh.

Mm, I forgot how hot he is.

He sucks.

Yes, of course.

I mean,
I forgot how sucks he is.

Maybe if I stay a while,

we could keep talking.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I--I'd like that.

♪ ♪

I wanna be a princess!

LEXI: Come on, girls.

There's more dresses
in the castle.

-Oh, go!
-PHILLIP: Oh, goodness.

-CHILD: Go, go!
-PHILLIP: I'm being kidnapped.

ALL: Go, go, go!

I'll call you.

Hi, baby.

(whispering indistinctly)

Oh.

What'd she say?

She said,
"This is the best party ever,

-and we're out of toner."
-Right.

So I can put that order in.

(sighs) Thank you, Janice.

You're welcome.

And however the story ends,

that prince is handsome.

(both chuckling)

Not as handsome as
that tall drink of Yoo-hoo

you call your roommate,
but still.

-DENNIS: Ahh!
-(children shouting)

I'm telling you,

if they made princess dresses
with pockets...

(scoffs)
I'd wear one to work every day.

Me too,
just as long as those pockets

are big enough
for one of these.

-SAM: Mm.
-Okay.

I will say,
this party has been a success.

-LEXI: Mm.
-Except for the Phillip stuff.

We're just talking.

Don't worry.

He's not gonna steal me away
again.

SAM: Oh, I know.

I had Edward seize
your passport.

(laughs softly)

-Well, I learned a lot today.
-NELL: Mm.

I know now that I don't want
my daughter to be weird,

so I've informed her

I will be putting
her ski chalet on the market.

You two are really good
and very different moms.

-(Sam chuckles)
-(Nell sighs)

I think Dennis is gonna be
a good dad too.

(children shouting)

DENNIS: Ahh!

Five bucks
he throws up again.

-Oh, for sure.
-Oh, absolutely.

Oh.

-(Dennis retching)
-(children shrieking)

-I'm okay.
-Bingo.

Wow. So quick.

(electricity buzzing)

(pins clattering)

(electricity buzzing)

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