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Man, sometimes I'm just going about my day

and there's a sound or a smell, and I'm back there.

And I don't mean like a memory.

I mean I'm really fucking back there...

hurting those people.

So these types of flashbacks you're describing, super common.

That's our brain's way of processing trauma.

Yeah, my brain is an asshole.

Your brain's a whole boardroom full of assholes.

You got the judge. You got the critic.

You got that guy in the back of the room who's saying "Eat more hot wings,"

even though you just had a huge dinner. I hate that fucking guy.

To ever move forward, you're gonna have to...

I'm sorry. All I can think about right now are hot wings.

Morning. What are you guys up to?

Doing the work, like you said.

How's that going?

It sucked donkey dick.

I just told my daughter about the Parkinson's.

How did it go?

Well, she's flying down here next week to make sure I get the best possible care.

So it's kinda donkey dickish.

At least you're facing the pain.

It's important.

'Cause if you don't face the pain,

eventually it'll come back and get you when you least expect it.

Are you talking to me or Sean? -I'm talking to Sean.

'Cause you're looking directly at me. -I can look anywhere I want.

You're doing a great job, kid.

Thanks.

Still Sean.

So needy. Jesus.

But that one was for me, Paul. -Yep.

Schwing.

Sorry. It's just, Rick, I like you,

but the eye contact is, like, so dramatic.

I feel like I'm in a-- like a perfume commercial or something.

It's all good. We can loosen it up.

Okay, yeah. -Yeah. All right.

You okay?

I snorted, which I don't think I've ever done before.

Sorry.

Maybe you should just kiss my neck. I love that.

Just kiss it. -Okay. Let's go to the neck.

Let's go to it.

Do you like it? Yeah? -No.

I'm sorry, it's not you. I was thinking about how, like, grody lip bacteria is.

It's actually kinda gross, when you really think about it,

'cause it's, like, a whole ecosystem.

Well, thank you so much.

Oh, wow. Okay.

You shook hands?

Yes, I know. That's usually something that I reserve for after sex.

What a nice gesture.

May I say that I'm flattered that you chose to call me about this?

Yeah, all my other girls know Nico.

I can't have him hearing I'm trying to

take all these dudes to pound town right now, you know?

All I heard was that I'm one of your girls.

This guy was so hot.

I just couldn't--

God, why is there no female version of "get it up"?

Because "juiced" was stolen by steroids.

What the fuck is wrong with me? -Nothing.

You tried to have morning sex. Who has sex in the morning?

You're not trying to trick him into marrying you.

Okay.

Liz is picking me up again.

Liz.

She raw dogged me at the cheese store.

What do you think raw dogging means?

To talk to somebody that doesn't want to talk to you.

No.

Hey, Paul. -Hey, Liz.

I have something for you.

For me?

Gummy bears?

My Pilates instructor's cousin's aunt has Parkinson's,

and she says these really helped with anxiety and tremors.

Well, as long as it's scientific.

"Stankadelic."

Look, best-case scenario, it helps.

Worst-case scenario, you get a little high and you buy another one of those hats.

Just don't take it after drinking

or you'll vom.

Hey, Liz. -Yeah.

One more thing.

Don't raw dog me again, all right?

But--

What does he think that means? -I don't know

but he says it so confidently.

Wow. You finally bought it.

Tell us.

We will react correctly this time. -That's right.

I'm gonna ask Charlie to marry me!

Yeah!

I believe you!

Wow. You little monogamous slut! Wow! -Yeah. Yeah.

So, how you gonna do it, man?

Okay, I'm gonna invite all of our friends someplace,

and then I'm gonna pop the question in front of them.

Yeah. -Uh-huh.

If he says yes, surprise engagement party.

What are you gonna do if he says no? -Then I have all my friends there

to console me.

Either way, I'm the center of attention.

Unfortunately our place isn't big enough for a party.

If only I knew somebody with a house, you know?

Why didn't you just say we'd have the party here?

I don't know. This place hasn't had much of a party vibe lately.

And honestly, I'm not sure I'm ready to open our house up to the world yet.

But we're doing so much better.

We? Like--

Like, "we" like each of us as individuals

or "we" like a daddy-daughter unit?

I see your face. I shouldn't have said "daddy."

Father. Father-daughter unit.

I get it. You don't like it when I say "unit".

Nope. -Got it.

Come on. You and Mom used to throw parties all the time. Mom loved parties.

Pulling the mom card, huh?

Okay, fine. Yes, let's do it. -Really?

Oh, wow.

Wait, so how do surprise engagement parties work anyways?

Here's how it's gonna work.

Charlie thinks the party is because you won Therapist of the Year.

Wow, that's insane. How would they even judge that, Bri?

Yeah, that's why it's insane. -Uh-huh.

He thinks I'm coming over early to help you set up. Much better.

So, when he arrives, that's your cue to sit down at the piano.

And then you'll start to play.

Great. -And I will sing our song,

"You Are So Beautiful." -Thanks, but what's the song?

"You Are So Beautiful."

You were doing a bit, but I missed it.

I'm off. Should we postpone?

Don't. Hey, you're panicking.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, Bri. Come on.

Everything goes your way, right?

See? This is why you're Therapist of the Year.

Hey. -Hey.

Do you think anyone would care if I skipped this party?

What's your deal?

My deal is old people asking me what I do for a living.

So? -Oh, yes.

I'm currently unemployed,

and I'm living in my therapist's pool house

because my violent outbursts put me in jail.

But how are you, Alice? How was your summer?

My mom suddenly died, so I spent it scream-crying.

Sounds very fun. We went to Maine. -Yeah.

You should still come.

I mean, If somebody asks you a tough question,

I'll just change the subject. I've got your back.

Okay.

Go get dressed. -I am dressed.

I'll go get dressed.

Who the fuck shows up early to a party?

Hey. You're the first to arrive.

Wanted to beat the traffic.

I had to rush putting up my hair

so I could hear that joke again.

Come on. I haven't made that joke before.

Have I, Jimmy?

Wanted to beat the traffic.

Well, someone's gotta get the party started.

Yeah. Come on in.

You see? Even Jimmy hates the joke.

You gave him sad face. -Ugh, it's just face. Come on in.

Ugh.

Hey, Dad.

Wow. You look... so beautiful.

Thanks.

Okay, do you think you can stop before you overdo it?

You look like a princess. -Why?

Let's go get a drink. -So pretty.

Hey, Liz. -Hi!

Hey, Liz's husband.

You look amazing. -She doesn't like that.

You look like a princess.

Oh, my God. Thank you. -What the fuck?

Almost everyone I invited said yes. Only two noes. Bernadette Peters--

He's never met her. -Right.

It still stung.

And the other no is Paul.

He says he has something important to do tonight.

How you doin'?

So, what have you been up to lately, Sean?

Hey, what was it like in the '70s?

Really? -Yeah.

Okay, well, put your seat belts on

because this guy had a perm.

I was pretty groovy.

Also, we didn't use seat belts. It's the truth.

Nobody cared.

The number one candy in the country was a pack of candy cigarettes.

Kids loved 'em.

It was amazing. I had a motorcycle.

Hey, Jimmy. -Hey.

Jimmy.

Hey! Oh, my gosh. Hey. -Hey.

It's been forever. -Yeah. Yeah, no kidding.

Yeah. We haven't seen you since the funeral.

Eric. I'm sorry. He's an idiot. How are you?

I'm doing pretty good.

Glad to hear it. -Really?

You and Tia were such an amazing couple. -Indeed.

It's so great to see you. -Oh, my God. You too.

Is Nico here too? -We actually got divorced.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no.

No, no, no. -No, no. It's good.

Hey, that's a lot of noes.

That's a lot of noes. We're good. -No.

She loved you so much.

You were so great together.

You two were such an inspiration.

Look at that. I'm fresh out.

Another tequila, please.

Make it two. I don't think I was ready for a party.

People are fucking idiots.

God, you are preaching to the "choi-choi."

I went out with three dudes last week, all hot as shit, okay?

And I couldn't lady-get-it-up for any of 'em.

I've been trying to think of a term for that.

Last night we had Mexican food

and I came up with "guac the taco."

Oh, no. I don't like that.

Look, maybe I'm just not a sexual person anymore.

You know you're being batshit, right? Libidos change.

Here you go, hon.

Derek, remember when I used to want to fuck all the time?

Yes. The salad days.

Now, my sex window is between 3:00 and 3:20 p.m.,

and Derek needs not to have annoyed me that day.

Okay. -It does not happen often.

I think it's Charlie.

Should we hide? -Not that kind of surprise, Liz's husband!

I thought you were busy tonight. Why are you here?

I don't know. -Okay. Come in.

Come on.

Look who's here, everyone.

She tried to kill me. -What?

She tried to kill me.

Liz, can you...

I didn't-- Hi, hi, hi. -Nah. Uh-uh.

I didn't try to kill him. -Okay.

All right. Come on. Come on.

Come with me. -I'm leaving.

No. Don't go. Come on in. -No, you can stay.

No, I'm-- -Come on.

Come stay. Let's get some food. -Get a plate.

Yeah. We're gonna get a plate. -Jesus Christ.

3:00 to 3:20 is a really tight window, Derek.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Jimmy.

Ben! Hey, Ben, Ben, Ben.

Good hug. Good hug. -Shh. Don't say anything.

Hey, have you met my new girlfriend, Kiara?

Nope.

Hey. Wow. Hi. Hello. Good to meet you.

How did you guys make this meaningful soul connection?

Funny story.

We met in church.

That is a funny story. You're right. You called it.

Well, it's good to see you, Kiara, for the first time ever.

Nice meeting you.

We're actually jealous of your marriage.

Truth be told, Kim and I are kind of relieved this year is over with.

It's been a rough stretch for us.

Bet that doesn't happen when you have a therapist in the family.

You'd be surprised.

I can't believe I used to do this for fun.

Yeah, pot has gotten much stronger since the '70s.

Who's this fucking guy?

Let's do this.

That's much better. -Yeah.

I am so parched.

What can we get you to drink?

A Popsicle? -Go get Paul a Popsicle.

What if they don't have any Popsicles? -Then go get one from the house.

One of my good ones?

Fine.

That waiter's a dick.

Hey. How's Cheech doing?

Not good.

This is on you too, you know.

What did I do?

You told me I had to tell Meg that I had Parkinson's.

And now she's flying down here tomorrow to take charge of my care.

You know, I've been wanting to spend more time with her,

but she's so busy.

And then I tell her that I'm sick, and she drops everything

because she feels she has to.

It's emotional blackmail.

Like you springing this proposal on Charlie in front of all these people.

No, my thing is not emotional blackmail. -Uh-huh.

Is it?

It's not not that.

See? -Oh, my God.

What are you laugh-- -Sorry.

I'm sorry. I took a gummy too.

Oh, my God.

No. Remember? We talked.

Ties are for wearing, remember? We talked a lot about the tie.

I like tequila with Sprite.

Gas station margarita, huh? -Yeah.

Gaby! Hey. -Hey.

Can I freshen your drink? -No,

I think I need to slow down, actually.

This is my friend, Kiara.

Hi. -Hi.

She helped me through a tough time.

I used to be a sex worker.

We mostly played Uno, though, 'cause I couldn't get an erection.

Oh, my God.

We also watched Top Chef. -That's true.

But I'm retired. Now I let Ben pay for everything.

Ben? You're trying to tell me you can lady-get-it-up for that guy?

You mean grease the peach?

Now, that I like. That--

Liz. Grease the peach.

Love it.

Ain't they cute? -Too far.

I told you, though, old people love talking about themselves, it's like--

Hello?

Pull over.

Uh-oh, pull over. -What the fuck?

Seems like you're drinking.

Yeah, it's not that big of a deal, Dad. -It isn't?

Oh, my God. Are you okay? Do you need water? Like--

What's up?

I understand that you are trying to look cool

in front of Sean. -I'm not trying to look cool.

I'm not trying to look cool in front of Sean.

Sweetie, angel,

I know that you think that he is beautiful...

I heard it.

I heard it when you whispered.

Okay.

Hey. -Yes?

What did you just say to her, man?

I said, "How fast can you run up the stairs?"

That's cute.

Hi. -What the hell was that?

I don't know.

What's the problem?

I've had a lot of fucking people come up to me at this stupid party

and tell me that... Tia and I were some sort of perfect couple.

Gaby, we were not.

At the end, we were fighting about everything.

When I left to visit my mom, you forgot to pick up Alice from school.

I did not forget! I was late. Stop saying I forgot. I was late.

My God, Jimmy, you don't even know what's going on around this house.

You are so obsessed with your work.

You know, it would be great if, for once, I was the person who got to leave.

Are we back here again? Then go to work, Tia. Jesus Christ.

Keep your voice down.

I think I'm feeling like a fucking fraud, Gab.

You're not a fraud.

Now, you and I both know that no relationship is perfect, all right?

That's how we make our living.

It was shitty for months before Tia died.

I'm sorry that you're so unhappy, I truly am,

but I'm really sick of being your excuse for why you're not happy with your life.

Yeah, I'm sick of it too.

The last party we had here, she had a look on her face.

I fucking saw it.

I don't think that she loved me anymore, Gaby.

I'm not even sure that she liked me.

She was thinking of leaving me, Gab.

This is all based on some fucking look? Are you serious, man? Really, all of this?

Yes, it's about a look. It's the worst fucking look I ever saw in my life.

Okay, listen, I know you guys had a rough patch. I know about that.

But she was not thinking about leaving you. She would've told me.

She would not have told you. -Yes, she would have.

She knows you and I were close. She would not have told you.

You have to listen to me, seriously. Tia fucking loved you. I mean it.

Prove it.

Prove it? How the fuck am I supposed to prove it?

Exactly.

You are acting like it's a bad thing to expect your kids to come through for you.

Fuck that. I'm gonna text my eldest, Matthew.

"I'm sad and blue, and if you don't call me, I'll be so, so mad."

Send.

Decline.

Baller move.

Look, I wiped their butts, I looked over their homework,

I went to all their long-ass, boring baseball games.

I love baseball.

Baseball's awful.

I was there for them, so they better be there for me.

I've earned it.

Well, I didn't earn it.

She was so little when her mom and I split.

I should've been there for her, but I wasn't.

Okay, it sounds like you fucked up.

She's showing up for you anyway.

If I were you, I wouldn't be feeling sorry for myself. I'd be feeling grateful.

Yeah.

Good. Done.

I need something crunchy and cheese-flavored.

Derek?

Who's Derek? -The waiter.

Derek?

Hey, wanna talk about it?

Nope. -Cool. Neither do I.

Okay. This song will definitely cheer you up.

Charlie, you're finally here!

I stopped to buy Jimmy a card.

So nice.

Ow. What is happening?

All will be revealed.

Where the fuck is Jimmy?

Hey-oh. Here we go. Ready?

Jimmy, now. It's showtime.

I'm here.

Okay. All right.

Charlie,

tonight is a celebration,

but it's not what you think.

Okay. Ready?

Here we go.

You are so beautiful

Come on. A little faster. Here we go, buddy.

To me -To me

You are so beautiful -You are so beautiful

Not a duet.

To me -To me

Can't you see? -Can't you see?

You're everything I hoped for -You're everything I hoped for

You're everything I need

Oh, my God.

I threw up.

We know, bud.

Okay, we're gonna need a minute to re--

Oh, my God. -Holy schnikes.

Never mind. Everything's ruined. Yeah, tha-- Party's over.

Wasn't that nice?

Okay. Everybody needs to look away. Come on.

Gaby? -What?

I threw up. -I know. I saw it, and I can smell it.

Let's go, wiener.

I'm too high for this shit. -I'm not high enough.

Poor Jimmy. And on his big night.

Fuck Jimmy. This was supposed to be our big night.

That was supposed to be a surprise proposal.

This whole night was hell to plan. Barely anybody helped me.

Bernadette Peters sent an obvious form email

that she probably sends to all the gay guys who invite her to parties,

and then Jimmy turned into the girl from the goddamn Exorcist.

What a giant fucking disaster.

Yes.

Yes? Yes, it's a giant fucking disaster, or...

I will marry you.

Yeah? -Yeah.

Wait, I was supposed to show you this first.

It's beautiful.

Put it on.

Congratulations.

You want some advice about how to keep your marriage together

and keep your daughter from becoming estranged?

No, I don't-- -You know--

Stay open, stay open.

If your defenses come up, you're fucked.

But two vulnerable people

will always find a way to connect.

Sean, I'm fine. You don't have to stay. Go have fun.

I am having fun. This is fun. I'm with you.

And where is this?

Alice. -I'm sorry. It's cool, it's cool.

I just thought-- -Hey, you're just a kid.

I should go.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. -I'm gonna go.

It's okay. -I really didn't--

No, no, no, no, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Fuck!

Hello?

Hi.

You good?

I feel great. -Good. Okay, good.

I gargled. -Yeah.

I showered, and I took a bath. -Yeah.

Good. -I might've fallen asleep in there.

I think you did. You've been up here for an hour, so...

Oh, good. Maybe everyone forgot. -No. Oh, my God.

It was just a murder scene down there. -Fuck.

Anyway, now that you seem to be coherent and better,

maybe you might wanna munch on this shit.

That was my birthday. It was two weeks before Tia died.

Look at the love in her eyes. She's, like, obsessed with you.

You're so worried about a look? How about that look?

And you know what? It's fucking baby-bitch bullshit

that you think that she wouldn't have told me.

I knew it all, Jimmy, and not just, like, the good stuff.

She told me about how you didn't pull your weight when Alice was born.

Yeah. -She told me about that couple

you guys almost hooked up with at that alien-themed bar in Reno.

Oh, ye-- That was... -What?

...gonna be fun.

I'm just saying if she was gonna leave you, she would've told me.

All right? So you gotta stop torturing yourself with this shit, you know?

I honestly think that this is just another thing

that's easier for you to focus on

other than the sad fact that Tia is gone.

But Jimmy, she loved you

so much.

This photo's the proof.

Thanks. Thanks so much. -Of course.

Come here. -It's all so fucking stupid.

No, it's okay. Come here. It's good.

Thanks. You're an amazing friend.

No, I know. No shit.