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Spencer: Wait. For real?
Olivia: Yes, yes!

I’ve been
waiting to hear

your thoughts
all Christmas.

Okay, well, first of all,
the book is fire.

That line,
"I planted that tree

so my family can enjoy
the shade forever"?

Damn. Yeah,
Coach Baker had bars.

That was my favorite quote
from Chapter Three.

Oh, okay, look at you,
remembering chapters.

Knowing that I’m
gonna test you

right before I
take full advantage

of the only person
who’s read my book.

You know you
could have tested me

before I left, right?
Olivia: What, and delay

your ritual? No.
You always work out

alone the night
before a game.

Yeah, and tomorrow’s
playoff game

is my biggest one yet.

Babe, you got this.

You know, tomorrow is
also New Year’s Eve.

I don’t know what we’re
doing yet, but my mom said

if you kiss the person
you love at midnight,

those good vibes’ll
carry through all year.

Okay, Ms. Grace
for the win.

[Distant laughter]

My bad, baby.
Let me call you back.

Okay.

Coach Mac, now that
you’ve been named

interim coach for
the second week in a row,

what’s the latest
on Kenny Boone?

Uh, as far as I know,
he’s still dealing

with a personal
family matter.

-Any idea when he’ll be back?
-No comment.

Reporter #2: So, Jordan,
how was your time

in New York
as a Heisman finalist?

Well, the cold weather
definitely hit different

out there...
[Reporters chuckle]

and it would have been nice
to bring that trophy home,

but the whole experience
was a movie.

Any thoughts about
taking your talents

all the way to the NFL?
Jordan: My only focus

is about hitting the field
with my guys tomorrow.

Mac: In a game that we’re
thankful to be playing.

A few weeks ago, we didn’t
think we had a chance,

but the football gods
had other plans.

Reporter #1: Jordan,
as Billy Baker’s kid,

c’mon, you’re telling us
you haven’t thought

about how cool it would be
to be drafted

by your dad’s old team
and walk in his shoes?

Jordan: I mean--

Look, you
heard the kid.

His only focus is
tomorrow, and that’s

what makes him a great leader
and the alpha of this team.

Thank you
for your time.

-Cool.
-Thank you.

-All right.
-Thanks, Jordan.

[Spencer exhales sharply]
Jordan: Hey.

[Exhales]
Yo.

Uh, listen, uh,
sorry about that.

I--I--that was
a last-minute interview.

I just assumed that
they invited you, too.

Oh, nah,
you all good, J.

I’m the one that got
the boot for targeting.

Jordan: Hmm.
Spencer: Hell,

I can’t even play in
the first half tomorrow.

If I was them,
I wouldn’t be

checking for me,
either.

Well, well, well,

look who we have here.

Spencer 2.0 has officially
entered the chat.

[Chuckles]
I’m just happy you

finally getting the shine
you deserve, my boy.

Yeah, it would be--
it would be

pretty great, you know,
if I could just--

[sighs]--stop worrying
about Layla.

Yeah, that break-in at her
lounge was a major violation.

-Uh-huh.
-Any word who did it?

No, nobody’s talking,
including Layla.

She promised me that she
would reach out to a doctor

and--and get
everything situated,

but, I mean, with the break-in
and the investigation,

she’s just been
slammed, so...

[Sighs]
I know how hard this is,

bruh, both from my own
struggles and from having

a front-row seat to Layla’s
breakdown in high school.

But prioritizing
our mental health should come

second to none.
You know that, right?

No, yeah, I know, I know.

And the past few weeks,
I have been--

I’ve been treading
very, very carefully

with everything that’s
going on, but, Spence,

I am not sure how much
longer I can sit idle.

Then don’t.

[Distant players chattering]

[Distant crowd cheering]

[Abrupt silence]

[Gasps]

Uh...

Oh...

[Exhales]

-Hey...
-Hi.

don’t you have a game
to get ready for?

Mm, I do. Hmm.

Yes, but I needed
to drop off your ticket

and your pass
for the VIP tent.

Wait, do people still
use hard copies?

Well,
our boosters do.

Uh, are you still rolling
with Liv to the game?

-Uh, yeah, that’s the plan.
-Ah.

It’s funny you mention
plans, actually.

Is this about
New Year’s?

-No.
-Mm-hmm?

But there is a resolution
that I would love

to discuss
with you.

Ah, this is about me,
um, weaning off

my meds and following up
with my doctor.

-I’m just checking in, babe.
-Well, I’m fine.

-Mm-hmm?
-And no, I haven’t taken

the next steps yet, but
when I know, you’ll know.

Right now, I want to focus
on who trashed my lounge.

Patience: Hey.
Layla: Hey.

-Still nothing from the cops?
-Apparently, somebody hacked

the security system and scrubbed
the surveillance footage.

I’m gonna head
to the police station,

but I’ll see you
at the game. Love you.

Jordan: Yeah. Love you.
Layla: Bye.

Bye.

[Front door opens, closes]

Question.
Good morning. Hi.

Was she like this the whole
time I was in New York?

You mean, deep
in her "Veronica Mars" bag,

trying to solve something she’ll
actually never solve? Yeah.

[Chuckles] Okay,
well, maybe things

will change now that
Ryan is back in town,

you know, so she won’t have
to deal with this alone.

I’ll catch
you guys later.

Coop: Bet. All right.
Good luck at the game, bro.

Jordan: No doubt.
Patience: Bye.

Is it weird
that the footage

was scrubbed
all of a sudden?

A little. Why?

What are you
thinking?

That Miko might
have done it.

-Come on--
-No, no, just hear me out.

All of Layla’s bad
press is because of me,

like I’m the one who froze up
on stage opening night,

and then I was
the center of that brawl

at Spencer’s birthday,
and now, Miko is trying

to find a way to blame me
for this break-in.

What? Are you
listening to yourself?

You don’t see
what I see, Coop.

Every time
somebody posts about

why the stabbing was
my fault, all of a sudden,

Miko is all up in
the comments, "liking" it.

-Because she’s a troll.
-Yeah, well,

this troll keeps
coming for me,

and I can’t do
anything about it.

Ms. Baker
and I are working

with your legal team.
Patience: Uh-huh.

All right?
It’s a process.

But we got you, okay?
Trust me.

Olivia: So you’re
spending the first half

on the sidelines?
Spencer: Yup.

I’m gonna stay near Coach Mac
in case he needs me

for something.
Olivia: Even after the way he

shaded you at the press
conference last night?

Hey, you know, I got to
play my part and be there

for my guys ’cause "when you
give value to someone,

you’ll be wealthy
forever."

Did you just quote--

My favorite line from
Chapter 5 of your book.

You got bars, girl.
[Olivia chuckles]

Female singer:
♪ Where did we go wrong? ♪

♪ It’s time to let it go ♪

Um, did you just cue your
playlist to this moment?

’Cause it’s kinda
giving buzzkill.

It’s from Charissa’s
"not okay" list.

That music and her tears
have been on repeat

ever since she
broke up with Greg.

Damn. How do you
guys even cope?

Like--like dudes, yeah.

Minimal eye contact,
very few words.

♪ ...touch ♪

♪ We had a real good love ♪

Olivia: Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. She’s a chef?

-According to that coat.
-Yeah, it’s more like

a crop-top. A little
thirst-trappy but cute.

Spencer: Heh heh!
Charissa: Ah!

Top of the morning.
Spencer: Hey.

Hope you’re hungry,
’cause I made breakfast.

Coconut pancakes with
banana and crème fraîche.

Wow. Heh!
This looks amazing.

Yeah, I didn’t know
you were a chef.

It was actually
my first love,

and then Greg happened.
And continued to happen.

We were supposed
to spend New Year’s Eve

at a pop-up event
hosted by Chef Mo.

Wait...
the Michelin-rated chef?

His tacos are the best.

You two should totally
take my tickets.

-Um...
-I’ll send you the link.

I mean, I’m down to go
after the game.

We both love tacos,
and this way, we get

to check something
off our bucket list:

"Embraces
spontaneity."

Are you sure?
I mean, if you win,

you’re gonna want to
celebrate with your team,

and you know, if you...
[whispers "lose"]--

Hey, hey, hey,
win or lose, the only place

I want to be at midnight

is eating those tacos

with you.
[Olivia snickers]

Listen,
there is nothing,

and I mean nothing
that’s getting in the way

of me celebrating New Year’s
with my girl, okay?

Okay.

Let’s do it.

[Door closes]
Damn. You’re early.

Oh. I thought you were Patience
for our session this morning.

Everything okay, man?
Jordan: You tell me,

’cause first, you tell Layla
to adjust her meds, and then--

and then the club gets
trashed, and you leave her

to deal with the fallout
for two weeks.

Hey, I offered to stay.
She said she had it covered.

And for the record, I only made
suggestions about her meds.

Layla did what she felt
was best for her own clarity.

Okay, and who
the hell are you

to make suggestions
about her meds?

I was being a friend.

I was listening.
Jordan: Hmm, you were

listening, and it never
occurred to you

to maybe advise her
to talk to a doctor?

It was a casual
suggestion, Jordan.

I assumed she would.
Jordan: Okay, casual, and that--

you see, that’s your problem,
Ryan. You just--you move

through life so casual,
doing whatever you want

whenever you want with
your millions, but there’s

nothing casual about
my fiancée’s mental health.

You’re mad because you’re scared
for the woman you love.

I get it, but using me
as your punching bag

isn’t gonna change what’s
going on with Layla.

You need
to talk to her.

[Sighs]

You’ve barely touched
your food, son.

Pre-game jitters?

Uh, yeah.

Grace: Wait.
[Fork hits plate]

Is that syrup
on your shirt?

Spencer Alonso James!

Did you double-book
breakfast?

Dillon: Wow.
The disrespect.

Did you at least bring home
some leftovers?

Yes, yes,
3 containers’ worth.

-Mm.
-[Clears throat]

Oh, y’all meant
to share?

Ha ha ha! Boy. Ha ha ha!
[Phone vibrates]

Hello?

Yes, this is she.
Wait. What?

Oh, my God! Yes!

That’s amazing!

I’ll let him know
right now.

Thank you so much.
Uh, talk soon.

[Sighs]

Dillon just got accepted

into Boston Benwood
School of Arts.

Dillon: Are you serious?
Grace, laughing: Yes!

Spencer: Yo! Yo!
Grace: Aah!

Congratulations, D.!
That school’s, like,

elite elite, right?
Dillon: Yeah, man!

One of the most prestigious
in the country.

I mean, we put him
on the wait list last year,

but I didn’t think he would
get accepted this fast.

They want you there
by...next Monday.

That’s fast.
You ready?

Ready?
Hell yeah, I’m--

[Quietly]
Sorry.

I got to move stuff around
at work, I can--

I can ask Preach to help cover
some of my programs.

I’m going to need to be there
at least a week with you

to help you get settled, Dillon.
Dillon: Or I could go alone.

-That’s very cute, but no.
-Come on, Ma.

I fly by myself
after seeing D’Angelo

in Oakland all the time.
Spencer: This is different,

and 4 hours longer.
Dillon: But I feel as though--

Dillon, no.
I am not letting

my Black teenage son enroll
in a school by himself

in a city he’s never been to
before, period.

[Knock on door]

Ashley.
Hey, um, come in.

Ashley: Sorry. I know
popping by unannounced

is becoming a, uh,
bit of a habit? Heh!

Well, it’s all good.
I’m actually on my way

to Spencer’s game,
so maybe, I don’t know,

all 3 of us could get
some breakfast tomorrow?

I’ll actually be
shoving off to London

around that time.
Olivia: Wait, but I feel like

you’ve only been here
for, like, a--

Few weeks.

Right. Um...
[Sighs]

I suck.
Um, sorry.

It’s just, with my book
and, you know, the holidays,

like, life has just been lifin’
at a rapid pace, and...

I’m sorry that I haven’t
been around more.

No worries. All right.
Let’s start fresh,

maybe rendezvous
after the game?

I would love to sketch
your portrait.

-My portrait?
-Yeah, it’s for an art walk

back home, and
since you’ve been

the best part of me
this past year,

I wanted to craft
something for you,

my person.

Tsk. Right.

Um, as flattering
as that is,

I just don’t
know if that’s, um--

I really don’t know
if that’s a good idea.

-It’s a sketch, Liv.
-Right. No, I know.

It’s just, um,

your friendship meant
everything to me

in London, Ashley, and I
just think, you know, maybe

we got a little
too close,

and there just needs to be
some recalibration here.

Okay, but I still
don’t get what

that has to do
with the sketch.

I think it’s less
about the sketch

and more about
boundaries and space.

I’m sorry.

Male singer:
♪ Five, four, three, two, one ♪

♪ Let’s go, we goin’ live,
yeah, we goin’ live ♪

♪ Goin’ live, hands in the air,
hope you got ’em high ♪

♪ Get ’em high, we goin’ big,
it’s a big night, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, I live a lit life,
we about to get right ♪

♪ Yeah, I wanna see you
get hype, yeah... ♪

[Crowd cheering and whistling]

♪ Get hype, I wanna see you
get hype, yeah ♪

♪ Wanna see everybody out of
control, let’s get hype, yeah ♪

♪ You know my ritual,
my red cup for pregame ♪

♪ Walk inside of the building,
all the hands up ♪

♪ Let’s get it,
let’s get it... ♪

Spencer: You good?

Uh, you hear from
Liv or Layla yet?

No, but they’ll
be here. Come on.

♪ Let’s start tearing off
the roof, get hype, yeah ♪

Announcer:
We’re in the second quarter,

and the score’s knotted,
0-0, between GAU

and Seattle Tech.
It’s been all defense,

as Heisman finalist
Jordan Baker has struggled.

Spencer: Coach, think we shou--
Mac: Not now, Spencer.

All right,
so it’s 0-0.

Let’s finish the half
strong, all right?

Jordan: Yeah. Yeah.
Mac: All right?

Jordan: 53, watch 53,
here we go.

Let’s go, J.

Wide 76!

[Crowd groans]

Ah!

[Sighs] Well, somebody
is clearly missed.

Hey, blame Layla,
not me.

Thought y’all were
riding in together.

No, she sent a text.
Something came up.

Wide 60. Set!

Ah!

[Sighs] Jordan is
playing like trash.

Yeah, and I got an idea
on how to unlock him,

but Mac ain’t trying
to hear it right now.

Well, so then make him.

I mean, you’re still
the captain, babe.

You just need to find a way
to speak his language.

Jordan: Wide 60!

Wide 60! Set!

He dropped it. Fumble.
Go, go, go, go!

[Crowd groans,
whistles blowing]

Well,
that’s the half.

You know, I think
it’s time that we spin

some of that
Spencer James magic.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

-All right.
-Yeah.

[Clears throat]

I’ve been wanting
to do that all game.

Okay. Heh heh!

Mac: Gentlemen,
what was that?

That was a terrible
first half!

This is the playoffs! Come on!
[Claps hands]

Now, we knew this game was gonna
be hard, but I’mma need y’all

to handle hard better, and that
starts with you, Baker.

You’re the one
steering this thing.

Time to step
into the moment.

Spencer: Coach, can I run
something by you?

Only if you want
to share with the class.

[Sighs]

Their strong-side backer
is a problem.

He been firing off the edge
all damn game.

Now, based on the analytics,
I suggest

we run the naked boot
with Jordan.

All right.
I’ll keep that in mind.

Spencer: Y’all want to win
this thing or what?

Let’s go.
Come on. Get up.

Go ahead, boy. Yo, you good?
Something you wanna talk about?

-No, not the time or the place.
-You sure?

-Spence, let’s get this win.
-All right.

Announcer: GAU is looking
for a spark,

now that Spencer James
is back in the game.

Jordan: 150!
5, 2, set!

Female singer:
♪ Like an animal ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ Ha! ♪

♪ Like an animal ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

Jordan: Yep, yep, yep.

[Whistle blows]
Mac: There we go!

Sylvia Anderson:
Touchdown, Jordan Baker.

[Chuckling]
Hey! Let’s go, GAU!

Sylvia: Wow, that was
some block by Spencer James...

[Text notification chime]
bringing Baker to the end zone.

He decleated that poor kid.

These two are really
something else.

Such a treat to watch.

Spencer was clearly the missing
piece in the first half.

Uh...

you do know it’s
New Year’s Eve, right?

Uh, yeah, I was just
doing a final pass

on this grant for
the after-school program.

You’re doing that
while listening

to Spencer’s game
on the radio?

How old are you again?

[Turns off radio]
I’m, uh, old enough

to still be crushing
on Sylvia Anderson,

the voice
of GAU sports.

Sylvia’s book pushed me
to drop 30 pounds

and step my game up,
just like

Jordan and Spencer
are doing right now--

Ah! Pfft! No spoilers.
I’m recording it. Heh!

Well, shouldn’t
you be there?

This is your son’s
first playoff game.

Ah, I can’t.
I have to get a laptop

and some clothes
for my other son.

Dillon got accepted into
a art school back in Boston.

[Chuckling]
Yo! That’s wassup!

-Yeah.
-I mean, that’s not wassup?

That little boy asked me if
he could fly there by himself,

which is actually
why I’m here.

Can you get someone
to cover me next week?

Yeah, for sure,
but hear me out.

Dillon wanting to do
this on his own is

a testament to a great job
you’ve done of raising him.

Hmm.
Thank you, Preach.

It’s just, he’s 15.

He’s not ready
to do this on his own.

Is Dillon not ready, or is
it that you’re not ready?

Asher: So I’m in
my high-school uniform,

ready for the game,
but right as I step out

into the tunnel, I realize
that I forgot my cleats.

But when I turn around
to the locker room, dude,

everything just went black and--
Jabari: Mm.

What is that?
Why--why the "mm"?

Do you know something?
Jabari: It’s possible.

You know, dream interpretation
is kinda my thing.

-Wait. For real?
-No, fool.

It’s probably
just anxiety.

Yeah...I mean,
we do have

our playoff game
later today.

Or maybe it’s because
of my heart. I don’t know.

You’re still seeing
that specialist

your doctor recommended?
Asher: Yeah, I saw him

last week in San Francisco
and said that

my heart is the strongest
it’s been in 3 years.

-What?
-Look, he even gave me the okay

to ramp up my work with
you guys, so I’m thinking,

like, one-on-one drills
on the field later?

-You run that by Coach Montes?
-No, but I--I will.

Shoot. If it’s okay
with your girl,

who’s the finest, yet
scariest chick I know,

I’m sure Coach’ll
rock with you.

Asher: Yeah.
Jordan: Down, set!

Player: Let’s go do it.
Jordan: Wide 60!

Male singer:
♪ Now I’m seeing red ♪

-Wide 60, set!
-♪ I be making moves ♪

♪ I ain’t making friends, and I
ain’t waiting till I’m dead ♪

♪ I need my flowers right now ♪

[Crowd cheering]

Announcer: Touchdown,
Spencer James.

Our beloved Condors
are in firm control,

up 21-3 with less than
4 minutes to go in the game.

[Team cheering]

Male singer: ♪ Yeah, yeah,
we just getting started, hey ♪

♪ Okay, we just
getting started, hey ♪

Mac: Okay, gentlemen, okay.
Let’s go!

All right, all right. That was
one hell of a win, guys.

But there is only one game ball
going out today,

to the man who put the team
before himself

and called the play that gave us
the juice we needed to win.

Give it up
for your team captain,

Spencer James.
[Team clamoring]

Yup! Speech, speech,
speech, speech!

All right.
Okay, real quick,

salute to every man
in here, man.

Y’all did y’all thing
out there, okay?

And guess what? We going
to the Natty, baby.

[Team clamoring]

Hey, babe, you,
uh, you--you good?

Hey! Yeah, totally.

[Chuckling]
Congratulations.

Um, sorry I missed
the game. I just got, uh,

caught up at
the police station, so...

So long that you came
back here and decided

to put a hole in the wall?
Layla: Yeah, about that, I’m--

Actually,
it doesn’t matter,

it doesn’t matter.
Um, I just want to know

what’s really going on.
Layla: About?

Well, I mean, you told me
that you would make a plan

with your doctor, but
every single time I bring it up,

you just--you deflect.
Layla: Well, me working

on repairing my lounge
isn’t a deflection, Jordan,

and I told you this morning
that I’d handle it.

Just like you told me
at the cabin, and you haven’t.

Just like you told me
that you would support me,

no matter what.
Jordan: And you told me that--

that you felt safe telling me
the truth, so which--

Um, I’m sorry.

I didn’t come here to fight.
I came here to be supportive.

Have you thought about
going back to therapy or--

If therapy was
the answer, Jordan,

we wouldn’t be having
this conversation.

Okay, but you were younger
then, right? So maybe--

That’s not how it
works, Jordan.

Well, then, how exactly
does it work, Lay--

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, babe.

I’m just--I’m--
I’m at a loss here, okay?

’Cause I don’t understand.
I don’t, and--and you said

that you wanted to feel better--
Layla: Of course I do, Jordan.

Well, then help me
help you, okay?

Because I’m not leaving here
until we carve out a plan

right now.
Layla: Really? Jordan,

you know me and ultimatums
don’t go well together.

-This is not an ultimatum.
-Yeah, you’re right.

It’s a trigger, and
that is the last thing

I need right now, so if
you’ll excuse me, I have

more holes to go put in my wall.
Jordan: No, no,

you’re not put--
[Sighs]

[Overlapping chatter]

Olivia: Hey.
Spencer: Hey, baby.

-Congratulations. Heh!
-Thank you, thank you.

Homeboy is looking
real comfortable

in Coach Kenny’s office.

Is there any word on when
Coach Kenny’s coming back?

His nephew’s having
problems back home, so he

flew back to be there
for his sister.

It sounded serious, so we’re
just giving him his space,

but for his sake,
I hope he back soon.

Kai: Hey, Spence.
Spencer: What’s good, bro?

Kai: What’s up, Liv?
Olivia: Hey.

So what we doing tonight?
We celebrating? What’s up?

Nothing. We’re not celebrating.
The job’s not finished.

Oh, take it easy,
Belichick.

We can celebrate
for 24 hours.

It’s New Year’s Eve, and we
going to the Natty, bruh.

Be that as it may,
I got plans with my girl.

We getting tacos, okay?
Kai: Tacos?

Spence, I love tacos.

Spencer: Okay.
Kai: The whole team loves tacos.

-You gonna get us all tacos?
-No.

What a good captain.
Spencer: Hey.

Hey, y’all, Spence
is getting us tacos!

Spencer: Hey! Hey!
[Team clamoring]

No!
I didn’t say all that.

You lost your damn mind?
No! No!

I think what Spencer
meant to say was

taco party
at his beach house.

Kai: Tacos!
Team: Hey!

[Clapping]

I thought we had plans.

We do, but I just--
I don’t know.

I’m just considering
everything

that GAU has been
through

the past two years.
Think this is

a moment that needs
to be celebrated.

Okay, okay,
you know what?

Now that you put it
like that, it does

remind me of this line
in this dope-ass book

I read:
"Never underestimate

"the importance of a moment
because there’s a chance

that moment
might become a memory."

-That’s Chapter 9.
-Yes, it is.

You know, you’re really
showing off, and...

I kinda like it.
Spencer: Yeah. Ha ha ha!

And listen, listen, just because
this party is at my crib...

-Uh-huh?
-we’re not staying long, okay?

We still got
to make time to make

our own New Year’s
memory, just us.

-Okay.
-All right.

-Tacos.
-Shut up.

[Both chuckle]

Wade: Ho ho ho.
There he is.

Look who got cleared
for more drills.

Asher: Yeah, Montes just signed
off. Only half speed, though.

Jabari: Man, you lucky
I didn’t go against you back

in your day, Coach.
Asher: My day?

Bro, I’m, like, a year
older than you.

What are you saying?
And for the record, Jabari,

I would have cooked you.
Jabari: What?

Wade: Damn, Jabari. Sounds
like Asher wants the smoke.

I want all the smoke.
Jabari: Oh, man!

Oh, let’s give him
all the smoke.

-Let’s get it.
-Let’s give him the smoke.

Asher: Hey, I want all of it.
Jabari: I’m gonna clamp you

at half-speed.
Or should I just crawl?

Asher: Hey, helmet, helmet.
Jabari: We got

some crutches for him?
Wade: Nah, nah,

we got a bubble,
though.

-I been waiting for this.
-I hope they really cleared you.

Asher: Uh-huh.
Wade: Go!

Go!

Hoo hoo hoo!

Oh, Jabari!
Jabari: Hey, nah!

Let’s run that back!
Asher, laughing: Jabari!

What happened, bro?
Jabari: Run it back!

Man that was luck!
Wade: I don’t think so.

No, I don’t think
it was luck.

Baby, hey.

How long have you and AJ
been standing there?

Long enough to see
you’re doing something

you’re not supposed
to be doing.

Jaymee.

Olivia: I come bearing gifts.
Layla: Mm, tacos?

-And spackle.
-I take it Jordan called.

Yeah. So what’s your--
what’s your plan there?

I started opening up
the wall

to, um, to see if we
could add another room,

and then I realized I am not
capable of making that happen.

Y’know, in a strange
but serendipitous way,

the break-in has me
thinking about expansion.

-Mm.
-I kept the essence

of Slauson Café when
we opened, but I also

took away a space that
operated during the day,

and...maybe that’s why
none of the locals

have stepped up to help
with the investigation.

Layla, please don’t let
the break-in do that to you.

You have employees from
this community, you give

back to this community,
they love you. But I do

think it’s smart to keep
thinking of ways to expand.

But in Jordan’s eyes,
I am using this time

as a deflection.
[Olivia sighs]

Tsk. Look, I know
Jordan can be a lot,

but he loves you

and he’s worried
about you,

and considering how he
found out about the meds

in the first place,
I mean, can you blame him?

Guess not.

I just don’t want to
make the wrong decision,

and I feel like
I’m being pressured

into finding
some miracle path.

I just want
to make sure the plan

I choose is right
for me.

Did you use those exact
words to tell him that?

Coop: Hey.
Patience: Hey.

Is it true you
pulled up on Preach?

Great. So now everyone’s
tattling on me?

No, baby, everybody’s
worried about you.

Come on. Miko is
not worth your sanity.

Do not feed
into her games.

Miko is lying
on my name, Coop,

and you know
where we come from,

your name is everything.

So, yeah,
we need to see her.

No.
We can’t do that.

Are you serious?

After all the times
I’ve had your back?

Me telling you to chill
is having your back.

Nah.

Nah, it is just your way
of saying you forgot

where you came from,
okay?

[Door closes]

[Drawer slides open, beep]

[Line rings]

[Phone vibrates]

-Hey, Coop.
-Hey, uh, ever since

the break-in, have you--you
been taking your gun with you?

No, my gun’s
in the safe. Why?

That’s the problem.

It’s not.

[Fist pounds window]

[Patience sighs,
knock on window]

Unlock the damn door.

[Sighs]
Wow.

[Unlocks door]
What? What?

Oh, so this was--
this was your plan?!

Wait outside Miko’s
house with a gun?!

Patience: Yup.
Coop: And what, wait

for her to pop out?!
Yo, did you even check

for cameras or the police?!
Preach: Coop, back seat.

What? Why?

Look, if you keep yelling,
we all gon’ get scooped up.

Now, back seat!

Preach: So let’s
just say Miko pops out.

What exactly
were you gonna do?

I was gonna tell her
stop lying and keep

my damn name out her mouth,
and if she didn’t, then--

-What, put hands on her?
-Yup, probably.

That’s unprovoked,
in front of her house.

That’s aggravated assault.

How much time you think she
gon’ get for that, Coop?

About 4 years,
but if it’s premeditated,

which it is, they could
tack on more time for that.

-And don’t forget about the gun.
-Another 6 months, maximum.

So, what, 5 years?

You ready to do
a stretch for that long?

See, here’s the thing.

Life is built on
perception and reality.

Perception’s
a hell of a drug.

It’s the reason you out here
stalking Miko and the reason

she tricked you
into becoming her.

But here’s the reality,

she’s the one
that stabbed you.

And not only do you have
the scars to prove it

and all types of receipts,
but you got Coop

and the ex-DA
rockin’ with you.

And from my experience
with both of them,

you good.

Just stay out the way

and trust the process.

Paul Russell: ♪ Girl,
you my lil’ boo thang ♪

♪ So I don’t give a hoot
what your dude say ♪

♪ Girl, I know you
a lil’ too tame ♪

♪ I’ll be shootin’
that shot like 2K... ♪

Hey. No.

-No?
-Nope, absolutely not.

-They’re cute.
-I talked to Coop,

and Patience is doing good.
Olivia: Oh, my God, thank God.

Have you had a chance
to eat your tacos yet?

No. [Chuckles]
No. You?

No. I’m saving them
for our date later.

I’m down to make later
a lot sooner if you are.

-Yes, please.
-All right, let’s go.

Jordan: Yo, yo, yo,
hey, hey, hey.

-Ah!
-Did you guys hear? Coastal won.

-Hey.
-That’s amazing.

We’re playing
against Ash, our guy,

in a national
championship. I mean,

how crazy is that?
Olivia: Yeah, yeah.

It’s the craziest,
man, yeah.

You know what else is
crazy is that we are

playing in the national
championship

on the biggest stage
of the season

against our rivals,
but none of it matters.

None of it matters until
my fiancée is whole.

Olivia: Have you spoken to her?
Jordan: Since earlier? No.

No, my words were
a little too triggering,

so I am all talked out.
Spencer: Okay, my two cents?

Layla has been running
this race since high school.

Okay, she’s done therapy,
she’s tried meds.

She’s probably just
burned out, bro.

Olivia: But, you know,
maybe do some research.

You know, put together
a few options of some things

that, you know,
she hasn’t tried yet.

Could go a long way.
Spencer: But it’s got

to be her choice, okay?
Jordan: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, mm, yes.
Spencer: Good luck.

Jordan, chuckling: Yeah.

-Now?
-Yeah.

[Phone vibrates]

Um...

Sorry. I’ll be right back.
Spencer: You good?

One second.

These tacos
go crazy, bro.

-Wipe your mouth.
-Oh, sorry.

Bro, I really need
your help, Spence.

You’ve gotta
convince Mom that I

can go to my new
school by myself.

Look, the counselor’ll pick
me up from the airport,

and the senior guide’ll get
me set up in my room, so--

It ain’t just
about that, D.

You know how
sentimental Mom gets.

Celebrating firsts is
a big thing in our house.

[Sighs]
Yeah,

I guess it is
a new school

and my first time in Boston.
Spencer: Exactly.

Look, this is moving really,
really fast for Mom,

and the only way to slow that
down is to share the experience.

And it goes both ways,
because I promise you,

no matter how lit
this new school is,

there’s gonna be some
lonely days, and, unlike me,

you are not
a ten-minute drive away.

And yes, I know you’ll find
a way to keep in contact,

but...nothing beats that
one-on-one time in person.

Okay?

Have a look.

So get it in.

I know you
told me not to,

but I couldn’t
resist.

Olivia: Um...

Spencer: You good, baby?
Ashley: Yeah, she’s just look--

I was talking
to my girl.

Olivia: I’m fine.

-You don’t seem fine.
-Oh, look,

we just need
a moment, man--

-Say something else to me, bro.
-Okay, Spencer,

please, please let me
handle this.

Jaymee, are you
seriously gonna keep--

Jaymee: Ash, please, not now.
Jordan: Hey.

Everything okay,
you two?

Also, where is
my favorite nephew? Is he--

AJ’s with
my sister, and...

no, we are not okay.

You want to tell everyone

what you’ve been doing
behind our backs?

-Baby.
-He’s trying to kill himself.

Spencer: Whoa, uh,
obviously there’s been

some kind of misunderstanding.
Asher: Guys, I was just trying

to play football.
Jaymee: Full speed.

You have a heart condition
and you were

playing football
full speed.

You have a son to think about.
Asher: Yeah, a son

that I am thinking about.
[Jaymee scoffs]

Baby, I’m proof that AJ
shouldn’t give up

on his dreams.
Jaymee: Oh, by being reckless?

I’m not being
reckless, Jaymee.

Dr. Pine cleared me.

Wait...Dr. Pine?

I thought Dr. Ladage
was your cardiologist.

She recommended
Dr. Pine because he

specializes in athletes
with cardiomyopathy.

He’s also based
in San Francisco.

I’ve been seeing him
for the past two months.

Dillon: Ooh.
Spencer: Okay, come on, guys.

Come on, y’all.
Let’s give ’em some space.

Spencer:
Hey, come on.

Jaymee, crying:
Uh, so all those times

that you claimed to be
up north recruiting,

you were secretly
visiting a heart doctor,

and you didn’t think
to loop me in at all?

I was gonna tell you
tonight, baby, I swear.

The only reason that I
kept it a secret was because

I wanted to make sure
my heart was good, and it--

it is.
This is the first time

in a long time that I’ve
felt like me again.

But, you know, as someone
who’s been battling an illness

for most of her life, I know
that there are still risks,

unless your "side doctor"
felt otherwise.

The chances of me going
into cardiac arrest

are significantly
lower...

but, yes, there
are still risks.

Of course there are,
but as long as you

feel like you again, that’s
all that matters, right?

You know,
but the rest of us

can’t be so careless
with our health.

I call it "The Season
of Olivia."

My photo library’s
the real hero--

endless pics
of you and I.

This is--this is bold.

I mean, Spencer is
literally right there.

Yeah, I figured
he wouldn’t mind.

Or you were hoping
that he would.

I mean, you could have left
this at my place, and instead,

you chose to bring it
to Spencer’s house.

I wanted to see you in person,
and this was the best way.

No, you were
in your feelings

because I turned you
down earlier, and so

you drew this
to put pressure on me

and hopefully create
drama with Spencer,

which is a little surprising,
considering our friendship.

So what’s really
going on, Ashley?

’Cause I thought
that we were friends.

Yeah, we were...

until I realized
I wanted more.

And when was that?

Honestly, the feelings

have probably been there
this whole time, but I

didn’t really let myself
acknowledge them

until you left
this summer.

Suddenly,
it was less calls,

less texts...
it was less you.

Relationships are
fleeting, Olivia.

And I know that time
doesn’t wait for anybody,

but occasionally it
slows down long enough

for you to feel something
rare and intentional.

That was me and you
in London.

-As friends.
-What makes you so sure?

Because time slowed down
the moment Spencer and I met.

And no matter the distance
and no matter the setbacks,

it has remained
the same speed ever since.

And I’m sorry for ever
making you feel any different.

Safe travels back
to London, Ashley.

Male singer: ♪ Yeah, we just
gettin’ started, hey, okay ♪

♪ We can getting’ started,
hey, yeah-- ♪

[Spencer sighs]

[Line ringing]

[Sighs]

Recording: This is Kenny.
Leave a message.

Hey, Coach.

What’s up, man?
I’m just checking in on you.

Hope the family’s good.

Listen, gimme a shout
when you get a chance

’cause...I got to get you
up to speed on some things.

Okay.

Is that Liv?

Seen her on the back patio
talking to that dude.

No, me and Liv
are good.

She handled what she
needed to handle.

[Door opens]

Spencer: Hey, Mom.
Grace: Oh, good, y’all here.

Congrats on the game, son.
Spencer: Thank you.

And I got some stuff you
need to try on, Dillon.

But before you do,

I just wanna say I know that
you’re not a baby anymore.

But...I’ll always
be your baby.

So, in the spirit
of firsts,

I’d really love it if you
went to Boston with me.

Tsk.
Of course, son.

And in the spirit
of embracing your growth...

I’m only gonna stay for
one day...not a whole week.

Cool.
So I guess, uh,

we just need to start getting
all my stuff organized.

"We"? Please.

It is New Year’s Eve, and
D’Angelo is landing soon.

Mama will be off
for the next 24 hours.

You and your brother got this.
Spencer: Actually, me and Liv

got plans, too,
but you got it, right?

Oh, wow, y’all cold.

[All chuckle]

I am...

so proud of you two.

My boys have
officially made it.

No.

No, we all made it, Mom.

Come here.

Grace: Mm!

[Door opens and closes]

Yo, heard you
needed a lift.

It’s New Year’s Eve.

Shouldn’t you be
out celebrating?

No, I’m not celebrating
till we win the championship.

Smart man.

Um, real quick.

You ever had this dream
where you’re all dressed up

for a game, and you’re
ready to go out--

And you forget
your cleats.

-Yes.
-Man, that happened all

the time, especially
when I stepped away

from football
after the GAU drama.

It just means you’re
missing the game,

but, dude, now that
you’re more involved

with us, you’re not
gonna miss anything.

Look, I just got to make things
right with Jaymee first,

and if I have
to choose between her

or the game,
that’s a no-brainer.

Coop:
Yo, you seen this?

Look.
[Patience gasps]

They found the person
that vandalized Layla’s?

Yup, same lady
that wanted to turn

Slauson Café
into a hot yoga spot.

Apparently,
she was still salty

after losing out
to Layla.

So there’s that.
Patience: Oh, my God.

Look at the comments. Ha ha!
[Coop sighs]

They’re calling her
"Hot Yoga Hannah."

Yo, "Break-In Becky"
was my favorite.

Ha ha! Wow.

Well, I am so glad
this is over for Layla.

Now we just got
to put Miko away.

Yeah.

The right way.

You know, I am willing
to do whatever.

I’ll even
take the stand.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Let’s get
you ready, then.

[Patience chuckles]
Coop: Mm.

Here we go.
Patience: Okay.

Pour it up!

Jaymee: Little guy
put up a good fight,

but will not make it
to the New Year.

Well, there’s
still time. I can--

[Chuckling]
No, you better not, please.

Please. Hmm.
[Asher sighs]

Thank you
for choosing us.

Thank you
for choosing me.

Jordan: Hi.

[Sighs]

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for--for
pushing you so hard.

I just want what’s
best for you

because your best
is my best.

Now, that being said,
um, I researched

different...
treatment options

to look at whenever--
whenever you’re ready.

[Chuckles]
Jordan, really?

Yeah, yeah, I--it’s
a wide range of things,

from--[sighs]--therapy

to different types
of exercises.

Look, whatever
speaks to you.

It’s totally
your call.

Our call.

Sorry I keep forgetting that.
Jordan: Yeah.

Cautious Clay: ♪ I need
another half like I need you ♪

♪ Not too many sober nights,
I’m wound up tight... ♪

Look at that, just us

becoming one with the art.
[Olivia chuckles]

Another one
of Charissa’s hookups.

Wow.

So, listen,
don’t be mad,

but I gave
our tacos to Dillon,

since he’s now
a starving art student.

His words, not mine,
but--but--but

I think my pivot is better.
[Olivia chuckles]

[Unzips cooler]
Boom.

Charissa’s
coconut pancakes.

Yes. Hot or cold, I’ll take
those over any damn taco.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

You hear that?

It’s the sound of us,
alone, finally.

It’s about damn time we got
our shot at happiness.

Mm, mm, mm.
Chapter 13 of the book.

-Ha ha ha!
-Now, remind me,

what genius said that again?
Olivia: Tsk. You did.

I--I--yeah, yeah,
I thought so, thought so.

And on the night
this thing of ours

officially
became official.

Yeah.

♪ The affection
was fleeting ♪

♪ Just a feeling
we chased... ♪

Happy New Year,
Spencer James.

Happy New Year,
Olivia Baker.

♪ ’Nother half with you ♪

♪ I need another half,
’nother half ♪

♪ ’Nother half with you ♪

♪ Just took another half,
’nother half... ♪

Cheers.

♪ It’s just
a feeling we chase ♪

Greg,
move your head!