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[traffic whirring, distant telephone ringing]

- Honestly, Sam, I expected Charlie to get soft,

'cause she's a kid.

And that school just pumps her full of moral nonsense.

- I'm actually kind of proud of her.

- Yes, no, she's the best. I'm just saying, you know?

You're an adult. You know better.

- Excuse me?

- You know already. Nothing matters.

Life is meaningless. It's all a lie.

Who gives a shit? We're all just pieces of meat.

- That's a cool outlook. - We're worker bees.

We're just waiting

for the world to, like, squish us.

We got to live now, we got to YOLO.

- We need to tell Steph. We need to come clean now.

Dr. Josh is on the cutting edge of gene therapy.

And every time I see him, he brings up Charlie,

so it's getting a little weird that I keep being like,

"No,don't try to figure out what's killing my daughter."

- How much are you seeing Dr. Josh

that this would be a problem?

Are you seeing Dr. Josh? - No, I'm not seeing Dr. Josh.

I--when I see him-- When he's around Ayesha.

Oh, my God. - What does that mean?

"When you see him?"

- Could you chill? Just chill.

- I am chill. It's OK.

I mean, we're allowed to see other people.

- I wasn't asking if it was OK.

- I'm out in these streets, too.

- Truth is, I don't know what the deal is

with me and Dr. Josh.

But let's just say the doctor is in...

side me...

many times.

And it would be more if I didn't have to keep

pretending to be sad that my daughter is sick.

That's really a weird thing...

that I've been doing.

- Want to watch a movie?

- Want to make a movie? - Uh--[chuckles]

You know, I'm just sort of torn up about Charlie.

- Oh, God, me too.

Yeah, totally. But sex is just how I cope.

- You are so strong.

I'm here for you. - You're so sweet.

- Mm. - Mm.

What are you gonna say when he's like,

"She's not sick anymore"?

- I think you just need to chill, OK?

If I can outsmart a guy named Dr. Josh,

I can't outsmart anybody, all right?

- [clears throat]

- Hey, speak of the dev. [both chuckle]

- Can we talk? - Yeah.

- Somewhere a little more private, please?

- It was a misunderstanding that got away from me.

You know, like, when--

when you don't remember someone's name,

but you should remember someone's name

because you spend enough time with them to know their name,

but now it's gone on too long to ask?

It's like, basically just that. - It's really not.

You have been pretending your child is sick.

- I know, I know.

Please just let me tell Steph, OK? Please?

I know how horrible all of this is.

And it's just something that I need to do.

I need to get it off my chest.

- I can't tell Stephen.

- [claps hands] That's the spirit!

Thank you, Dr. Josh.

You know, despite what everyone says,

I kind think you're a good guy.

I mean, even with your vibe and general look.

- Right.

Uh, no, I would tell Stephen if I could tell Stephen,

but I can't tell Stephen because of HIPAA.

- The big guy from "The Sopranos"?

- No, that's Steve Schirripa.

HIPAA is a law

that prevents doctors from sharing medical information

with anyone except for patients and their guardians.

- Oh, word?

[sighs] So you--

you can't tell anybody anything?

- [clears throat]

- HIPAA.

- But you--you're still gonna tell Stephen, right?

- Oh, God, yes, of course.

I'll probably...

tell him right after this.

I got to move around some meetings and stuff.

- Wait, um-- - I got a general with Dicks.

- Just, I have to ask

does--does Sam know about all this?

- Why do you care if Sam knows?

- Just because she's-- she's Charlie's other guardian.

- Uh-huh.

- And, also, I would like to know if she's capable

of doing something as despicable as this.

- Oh, OK.

No, she didn't know, bro.

- OK, well, you should tell her

because she's really been struggling.

- Oh, thank God you're here. Charlie had a terrible day.

- [moans in surprise]

- Oh, cool. You know what you should do?

Stay the fuck out of my business, OK, Doc?

- It's a push.

Push the door. Push it. - No.

[glass rattles]

Hey, your boss was saying some crazy racist stuff.

- I did--I didn't.

That's not true. That's not true.

- At that point, I really did want to tell Stephen the truth,

but...

the game was right around the corner,

and the donations were pouring in, and I--

I just wanted to do something good

before everyone hated me again.

- Is that why you didn't rat out Sam?

- I don't know.

Probably.

I just got this, like, crazy feeling in my chest

that I had to protect her.

- And by chest,

do you mean your heart?

- Yeah. Great detective work.

You solved the mysterious case

of the missing feelings for my wife.

[imitating Borat] My wife.

[normal voice] But...y-yes.

I have been...

heartbroken since the divorce.

So are you happy now?

- Really? Bo--Borat?

- He's problematic.

- I can't do the "my wife" voice?

- Absolutely.

Yeah, I totally understand.

Yeah, we're disappointed,

but it was such a great development experience.

Bro, that's not level.

What do you got, vertigo or something?

Yeah. Oh, yeah, yeah. Let's get that drink.

Are you and Willow still doing Aspen Food & Wine?

Yeah, got it.

Of course. Yeah, of course I'll tell Stephen you say hi.

All right, you take care, Bob.

Motherfucker.

- You all right, Kim? - [sighs]

Uh, yeah, it's--it's whatever.

[sighs] That was Iger.

They passed on "Teen Steph." - What?

No, it was because I said all that stuff

at the Zoom table read? - No. God, no.

No, no, it wasn't that. It wasn't that.

I think the show just never quite figured out

what it wanted to be and what it was, so.

- That's crazy, because that twist was insane.

- The twist, right? - It was all about the twist.

- Kimberly's right.

Denny's the one who killed the class hamster.

Everyone just blamed me because I'm a werewolf.

[howls]

- [sighs] I just don't know

how I'm going to break it to Stephen.

May--[sighs]

Maybe I just lie and tell him

they wanted "Teen Steph" to be white,

so I decided to pull the plug?

- You know what? I--

I just wouldn't lie to Steph,

is all I would say as, like,

as someone who has lied before to someone else

at a different--about--

in a different way about a different thing completely.

Once you start lying, basically, you can't stop.

It's like Pringles rules.

This place looks amazing, by the way.

- Pringles rule? [laughs]

- [chuckles]

- OK, well, if I'm not gonna lie, what do I do?

- I don't know.

Just promise me you'll tell Steph the truth.

You know, lying is kind of the silent killer.

Grossman!

Ooh!

- He's still got it.

- Speaking of Grossman,

does Sam ever say anything about me,

like, when y'all are chilling?

- Chilling? You've seen how I live my life, right?

Kim doesn't chill.

But if you're asking my opinion.

you need to go get your girl, man.

- Yeah, I think I'm kind of playing the long game.

- Why? You guys have already been married.

Sam's a baddie.

Better get to it.

- Yeah. - Because, uh...

you miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

- That would have been sick. Go again.

- Right, right? In the heels? - Go again.

- In the heels and shit? - Yeah, do it again.

- OK.

Because, uh, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

- We're getting further away. - OK, hold these. Hold these.

- Here. I'll hold your heels. You go again.

- You know, Kim had a great point,

so I hatched a little plan to get Sam back.

She divorced Danny,

but she's about to get back together with...

Daniel.

- What's different?

- What do you mean what's different?

I tucked in my shirt, and I'm wearing loafers.

Blazer on, taco meat.

- You look like a lesbian. - Mm.

- You look like a lesbian.

- We are. - Thank you.

- Sorry.

- No, it's good. - That's a compliment.

- Oh, cool. - Yeah, we love it.

- Yes. Then, yeah. - Get it, girl.

[upbeat music]

* *

- Morning.

[farts]

- Oh, my God, is he OK?

- Shit. - Hey, are you OK?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I just--I got scared when the mailman farted.

- Excuse me. What did you just say?

Did he say I farted?

I did not fart.

- He definitely farted!

We all heard it, right?

- No, no, he-- - Oh, my God.

- We have to stop talking about this.

You farted! - You farted.

- It could have been you! both: No.

- Just admit it.

- I don't want to talk about this anymore!

both: You brought it up! - I didn't fart!

- Are you sure it's OK for us to be in her bedroom

when she's not here? - Yes, chill.

It's a romantic gesture. She's gonna love it.

The moment she gets home,

I'm just gonna sweep her off her feet

and take her to Lake Geneva, re-create the trip

that I infamously bailed on,

some would say, mostly Sam, caused our divorce.

Oh, my God, you guys. How cute is Baby Charlie?

- Do you think that's a good idea--

to remind her of that trip? - 100%.

It's spontaneous, it shows that I'm thinking about her

and I'm stepping outside the--

Uh-oh.

Looks like someone did a little shopping for Daddy.

Hmm?

I guess she was planning

a little romantic gesture of her own.

- Wow.

That is nice lingerie.

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, my God! - Surprise! [laughs]

- Danny! - Dad!

- What the-- what are you doing here?

- I came to surprise you.

To, uh, take you on a s--

spontaneous trip to Lake Geneva.

- What? Why?

- To sweep you off your feet and rekindle some stuff.

What is he doing here?

- Uh, it's a free country, muchacho.

- "Muchacho"? - All right.

- What the fuck did you just say to me in my own house?

- Charlie, go. - Pass.

- Don't worry, Charlie. - Out, out.

- I'll take care of this guy. - I like him.

- What? Ow. - Unlike you.

- Did she say, unlike me?

[somber music]

- I know that was harsh,

but Dr. Josh is the only person that's looking out for me.

My dad doesn't get how much this sucks.

I'm not trying to be dramatic,

but I'm scared that him making this big lie to the whole world

could mess me up for life.

I wish he could feel like what that feels like.

- How much has your dad told you about his childhood?

- Only that he doesn't remember a single second of it.

Why?

- Sammy, I think you got to tell him.

- Sammy? - Uh...

- Tell me what? - Um...

Dr. Josh came over, actually,

to inform me of a very shocking development--

that you've been lying about Charlie being sick.

What? Who does that? Some crazy monster person?

I was trying to save my ass.

I like--I like Dr. Josh.

Everybody likes Dr. Josh. He's good for me and Charlie.

It's a healthy thing.

And I'm not gonna apologize for wanting to be with someone

whose blood type isn't B...

fucked up all the time.

- You told her? What about HIPAA?

Huh, you big, fat HIPAA-crite?

- Sammy is Charlie's other guardian.

- I will have you disbarred, my friend.

- OK, do not threaten him. He's a doctor, not a lawyer.

- You'll be lucky if you ever practice medicine.

- She and I are dating.

- Good luck. - Well--

- And it has become sexual.

- [sighing]

- What?

- I'm so uncomfortable. Uh...

- I feel fine.

- OK, Danny, I'm--I-- This is not what I want.

Danny...

- I guess you're gonna need this, Sam.

- What is this?

A bag of lingerie.

Just lingerie?

No clothes, no shoes, no toiletries, nothing.

- It wasn't gonna be that kind of trip.

- Oh.

[buzzing]

[buzzing continuing]

- Honestly, the most shocking part of that night,

besides the whole vibrator thing,

was that Danny didn't throw me under the bus with him,

which...

I don't know, maybe he did change.

[somber music]

* *

- I have had a lot of low points in my life.

I don't think I've ever

felt more alone than I did that day.

* *

[knock on door] Hello? Anybody home?

* *

[doorbell ringing]

[sighing] So stupid.

* *

[door closes]

- Danny.

Danny.

* *

What are you doing here?

- [voice breaking] I had nowhere else to go.

* *

[sniffles]

- It's gonna be all right.

- [sobbing] How?

I'm in so deep.

It's like a prison.

You know, that I built.

I want to tell Steph the truth, but it's--it's way too late.

- No, no.

It's never too late.

People can change. - [scoffs]

- You might not like the consequences,

but you'll be free.

I wish like Christ somebody had told me that

when I was your age.

- Yeah.

Yeah, you're right, Dad.

You really turned your whole life around.

- It's a journey.

I've been waiting to have a moment like that

with my son for 24 years.

I just wish it wasn't that exact moment.

- Hey, can I, uh-- can I use your bathroom?

- It's out of order.

They're both out of order. The pipes--I don't know.

Well, it's not usable.

There's no-- they're non-usable toilets.

What are you gonna do?

- Yeah.

What are you gonna do, right?

Take care, Dad. - Wait.

Danny, do you want to go get some chicken or something?

- No, I'm OK. You're in a bathrobe.

- You think I'm the first guy to get chicken in a bathrobe?

Is that your car?

- That's right.

- What's the front of it?

- It's all the front.

[somber music]

People don't change.

* *

- [coughs]

[clears throat]

- How'd you know?

- I know when my dad's been drinking.

- [coughs]

- Could you give me, like, two minutes without filming me?

- Um, yeah. Frank, can you-- can you cut it?

- Oh, my God.

[hitting steering wheel]

* *

- When I heard Danny was following in my footsteps

almost exactly, it was just too much.

[scanner beeps]

But when I got to the register,

I just couldn't do it...

[hopeful music]

Because I had left my wallet in the car.

[energetic rock music]

We have a saying in the program.

First you take a drink,

then the drink takes you...

[glass shatters] Straight to Margaritaville.

Krista.

Population, Money Mitch.

[doorbell rings] [laughing] Hey!

- Whoo-hoo. - Come on!

[line trilling] [chuckling] Hey.

Give me 2K on the Brewers. Bucks money line.

Give me Lillard's points, assists, steals, parlay, 1k.

How do you like that? That's 5k total.

That's right, baby. I'm back. - Whoo.

- Money Mitch is back, baby!

[phone vibrates] Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck, I got a gig.

[babbles indistinctly]

Hello? - Mitch?

- This is he.

- Hey, man, we're a Mocktail short.

- This is Mitch speaking.

- Yeah. No, I got that. Where are you?

- I'm very close. I'm in the parking lot.

- We're in the parking lot.

- No, I'm in a different parking lot through--

through the weeds.

- Those weeds? - I'm waving.

- Don't wave. Just get here. - I'm already there!

I'm inside performing.

[groans]

I'm Billy Baby.

Star QB.

QB or not QB,

that is the question.

[groans]

Shakespeare was a Black lady.

No, no, now hear me out.

- Uh, and I'm Joan St. Pequeño.

Hey, Billy, why don't we go drink a beer

or smoke a couple of joints or two?

- Yeah, sounds good.

- [chuckles] You had me at "joint."

- Hell, yeah, brother, light that shit up!

Light that shit up!

all: Light that shit up!

Light that shit up! Light that shit up!

- No! But, hey, uh, Billy, what about the big game?

- [chuckles] There is no big game.

There are no big games! Games aren't big!

No, by definition, games cannot be big.

- We're in the playoffs. - Regret is big.

- Oh. - Death is big!

- You all know this kind of guy who crawls around in a party--

- I'm not this kind of guy!

I am this guy.

- So we're gonna improvise our way out of this situation

to give you some ideas how you--

- My Johnson is big, kind of big.

- We're, uh-- we're gonna call it for today.

Um, so-- - [laughs awkwardly]

- This is not a big deal. - It is!

- I have been clean for 14 years.

I deserve a cheat day. - No, come on.

Hey, brother.

You know as well as I do that's not how this thing works.

- You don't know shit. - OK.

- You don't know shit at a spectacular level.

You look like a fucking chair leg.

You're just a pathetic nonentity.

You're vapor. You're flavorless pudding!

You fucking knob! - OK.

- You never had a fucking drink!

- He might.

- You've never done a fucking drug, you fucking narc!

- OK, OK. - Fuck this motherfucker.

- Yeah, you know, he makes a really great point.

- That's right. - OK?

So we should hear him out. Let him talk.

- He doesn't have a point.

There's no cheat days. This is an intervention.

- It is? This is an intervention?

both: Yeah. - That's what we're doing here.

- Yeah. You--you're right. - OK.

- You're right, OK? Thank you, baby.

You're my rock. - Counterpoint...

[imitating bass line to Heart's "Barracuda"]

- What? - Ooh!

[Heart's "Barracuda"]

- Why didn't you make me do this sooner?

[indistinct excited chatter]

* *

- [laughs]

- Look what I got. [all cheering]

- Ah! [groans]

- What the fuck is wrong with you, man?

- Aah!

* *

- Does this make me a better dancer?

- You're not doing any different.

- Feels like I'm better, though.

- Oh, under the leg. Whoa!

- Camera dude, do you want anything?

You want some coke?

Let's have a choke fight.

Loser has to take off their shirt.

[overlapping chatter] - I'm not gonna lose!

- I almost don't mind being alive!

[laid-back rock music playing]

- * Ooh, baby *

* *

- [gasps] Oh! Oh!

* *

- * Ooh, baby *

* *

[doorbell rings, knock at door]

- Hello? Anybody home?

[doorbell ringing, knock at door]

- Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

[panting]

[door opens, closes]

Danny.

Danny.

[somber music]

* *

What are you doing here?

- [voice breaking] I had nowhere else to go.

* *

[sniffles]

[ball bouncing]

- Oh, yeah. Uh-huh.

- Hey, Steph.

I was gonna do a little housekeeping.

But I can come back. - Oh, no, I'm good. Hit me.

Not you, Brandon.

- So... [sighs]

They passed on "Teen Steph,"

which sucks, because I really think it could have been a hit.

And I-- Brandon!

- So when do we start shooting?

- We--we don't.

- I can't wait for this project. Oh, man.

- I'm--I'm sorry, Steph, they passed.

ABC passed, so-- - I smell an Emmy.

Stephen cannot comprehend failure,

like, literally.

- As you can see, the portion of his amygdala

that experiences pain and loss, it is completely smooth.

So any time he experiences those feelings,

he just forgets them almost immediately.

It's part of what makes him a world-class athlete.

But it can lead to some awkwardness

in his personal life.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Curry.

We don't have the branzino tonight.

- Hmm.

All right, in that case, I'll do the branzino.

- No, they don't have the branzino.

They don't have the branzino. - Mmm, branzino?

Yeah, that sounds good. I'll do that.

- They were trying to tell you they don't have the branzino,

as in it's not-- - Branzino.

- [scoffs] - All right.

- Uh...

- My baby girl hates me.

My wife is being dicked down by a doctor.

My dad is my dad.

[sniffles] I mean, I don't know what I did to deserve--

Hello?

Oh, sorry, I thought you were listening to me.

- No.

- Great.

[phone vibrating]

[inhales deeply]

Well, speak of the devil.

Look, I'm actually, like, really happy you called.

I am.

I'm not mad about the Dr. Josh stuff at all,

as long as you're happy.

I'm happy. I just--

I'm in a spot, and I-I could use a-a friend.

- Listen, it's over.

Dr. Josh and I are gonna tell

Steph the truth tonight. - What? What? Why?

- And I just wanted to let you know

as a courtesy, that's all.

- Wait, Sam. Sam, listen, you can--

you cannot do this, OK, without--

We--

What about HIPAA?

- I don't give a fuck about HIPAA.

I'm not a doctor. I'm Charlie's mom.

And this has been absolutely horrible for her

and horrible in general, and I'm done.

I'm done.

- Sam, this would be really, really bad.

- Dude, enough. I don't know how I let it get this far.

You turned into a complete dirtbag,

just like...

Face it, Danny, we're not good together.

[phone beeps]

- Sam, Sam, Sam--

[somber music]

* *

At that point, there was...

only one thing left for me to do.

Everyone wishes I was dead anyway,

so I might as well grant them their wish.

- Danny, what are you gonna do? - [sighs]

Sorry I can't help you finish your movie.

Now go on, get.

- What?

- Go on, get.

- No, wait. We--we can figure this out.

- Go on, get.

- No, Danny. Wait.

Get the--get to the car. Get to the car.

- Here, take the pole. - OK.

Hey, hey, hi! Get it--get in the car.

[engine turning over]

* *

- Did you get him?

Oh, my God!

- Hey, there she is. - Hey, there's our girl.

- I love you guys so much. - [smooches] Yeah.

- Favorite color? - Pink.

- Favorite movie? - "Parent Trap."

- Favorite Kardashian? both: Stormi.

- [chuckles]

[yelps] - Stop it..

Don't tickle me. Don't tickle me.

Don't--don't tickle me.

I was the man. - Literally.

- [chuckles sarcastically] Very funny.

Everyone saw it! Everyone saw it!

[laughter]

* *

- It's so hot. - But--but also it's so sad.

* *

- [whispering] Turn off the lights.

[suspenseful music]

OK, not too close.

* *

- Stupid truck! [grunts]

- Oh, no.

That's bad. That's--that's bad.

- It's all gonna come down to this, folks.

* *

The season teetering on the edge of disaster.

* *

Here it is-- the moment of truth.

* *

There's no turning back now. It's all or nothing.

* *

He takes his shot.

[electric motors whirring]

* *

- Bang! Bang!

Steph Curry nails a-- [phone vibrating]

* *

- Hey, Stephen.

Hey, I just wanted to, uh--

I was about to call you anyways.

I wanted to tell you how sorry--

- Sorry for what, man? You got nothing to be sorry about.

It's not your fault. - What?

- Dude, this is the craziest thing I've ever heard.

I'm sorry for you. - You are?

- I talked to your dad. He told me the truth.

- He did what?

- Put him on speaker. - Wait. What?

- Yeah, Mitch came to the game, and he told me everything.

He confessed to it all.

This is nuts, man. - Crazy.

- It was my only shot at forgiveness, so I took it.

Besides, it was the least I could do.

[somber music]

- Coach. What's happening, man?

- It's great to see you, Steph.

There's no easy way to say this...

I told Stephen I made Danny lie to him about Charlie

because I needed money.

Thank God for all my stage training

with the Mocktail Players,

because I had to sell it to Steph.

I'm the mastermind.

And, boy, did I. - Wait a second.

So Charlie was never sick?

How could you do this to me, Coach?

- 'Cause I got that dog in me, Steph.

I always have.

I've been pulling the strings the whole time.

- But wait, why wouldn't Danny have just told me?

I don't-- - Uh, right.

Uh, Daddy's orders.

Look, he's a good boy,

but I broke him bad when he was a kid.

He'd steal for me, he'd kill for me,

he'd whore for me.

He would-- he would whore himself for me

and then give me the money.

- Why'd you tell him to do that?

- Well, because I could.

- You realize how messed up this is

and, like, the situation I'm in right now?

- Sure. Yeah, it's bad. - You haven't changed at all.

- Look, Steph, people don't change, man!

Look at me!

People don't change. You should know that by now.

Get that through your head, you dumb jock.

- [clicks tongue] I got you.

- That was the story, and Steph bought it.

- I couldn't believe Mitch took Danny down again.

I should have seen it coming.

But I guess I just got caught up

in a chase for the fifth ring, a "GQ" shoot,

Olympic training, space training,

dog training, the new "Air Bud."

- Now, listen, would you mind

giving me a signature on this cap?

Because-- - You're a real piece of work.

You know that?

- [grunts] It's good to see you.

- Can you believe this guy?

- You really--you look great.

- Sir. - Oh, hey, man.

Oh, you want me to-- - Yeah.

- Yeah, all right, all right.

- My three Chase commercials...

- See you, man. - Launching Gentleman's Cut,

Eat. Learn. Play.,

Curry Brand...

"The Underrated"--

- Forget your dad. We're your family now.

- Yeah, D, we're your family. - We love you, Daniel!

- That was Dr. Josh. Sorry we ever doubted you.

- The plane's about to leave. Get your butt over here.

We're vibing, we're living. You need this.

- You should get here, yeah. - You need this.

- Come and vibe with us. - That sounds great.

Um, I'm a bit tied up right now.

- All right, great, I'll see you soon.

- No, I said I ca--I can't.

- Oh, I'm looking forward to it, man.

Hurry up. - OK, I'll see you in ten.

[suspenseful music]

[screaming] What is happening?

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