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- I feel so bad
stealing all this from work.

- Cary, that's the point
of having a shitty job.

It's the tradeoff.

- Wait, is that
full salt and pepper shakers?

- Yes.
- Okay, yas!

I love a park day!

Oh, and there is someone
I want you to meet.

- Yo.
- This is Lance.

- How you doing?
- Hey. Cary. Hey.

- How you doing?
- Hi. Curtis.

- Isn't he insane?
His body is so hot,

I actually insist on having sex
every 14 minutes.

Otherwise, I stop being able
to concentrate properly.

- Yeah.
It's dope but exhausting.

- Well, sit. Have some wine.

We have plenty of glasses.
Almost 30.

- Oh, no, I can't.
I got work later.

- Wait, I thought Brooke said
you work at Foot Locker.

I feel like you could
show up tipsy for that.

- Nah, anything I do,
I like to do 100%.

It wouldn't be fair if I didn't
bring them my A game.

- God, how is he not
People's Sexiest Man Alive?

- [laughs]
Anyway, what I need is coffee.

- Oh.
Um, I actually have that too.

[grunts]

- You took
the espresso machine?

- Yeah.
- Oh, hell yeah, Curtis!

[laughter]
- Wait, what was that?

- What was that
that you just did?

- What, you guys
never dabbed before?

[yells]
- Oh, my God, I love it.

- Like this?
- It's, like, for celebrations.

[yells]

You can even
double it up sometimes.

Let's go! Let's go!
- Double dab. Okay.

- That looks good.
[laughter]

[sirens wailing]

[keyboard clicking]
- "Hey, girlie.

"Where are you?

"Just trying to close
that director loop

and get an Academy Award, LOL."

[phone chimes]

"Just been quite
a while, girlie.

Not sure if these
are going through."

[phone chimes]

"At least let me know
if these are going through."

Uh, "At my BF's.

Not sure how good
reception is."

[phone chimes]

[alarm blaring]

Oh, shit.

What happened there?

- ♪ I-I-I'm a w-- ♪

[thunderclap]

- [shuddering]
- [snoring]

[phone line beeps]
- Hey, Mac.

Sorry, know I'm reaching out
a tonsies.

[laughs] Just eager to close
the loop on this director

and get that Oscar before
"WindWeaver" season two.

[chuckles]
Yas!

So please, just call me back.

[line beeps]
Hey, Cary again.

Truly sorry to bug you
in the Hampties, my girl,

but it actually has been

such a weird amount of time
since I've heard from you.

Like, so long, I don't think
I'm the crazy one.

[laughs]
Anyway, please call me back.

My boyfriend works days,
so I'm just

hanging at his house,
free whenev--

I mean, this is just
outrageous now, no?

Like, please,
call me back, Mackenzie.

- [snoring]
- I've lost all track of time,

and I'm worried
something might be wrong.

But I called every hospital,

and there's no Mackenzie
at any,

so at least just let me know
you're still alive.

[whimpering]
Please?

Mackenzie!

Mackenzie!

Mackenzie!

- [humming]
- Oh, those are pretty.

- Yeah.
Should brighten up the place.

- Oh, hey, have you talked
to Cary and Brooke yet?

Give them the bad news?

- No, I keep putting it off.

But I do think
I'll start with Cary.

- That's smart.
He's way less scary.

- I just hope he takes it okay.

I know how important
this movie is to him,

and now I'm pulling
the funding?

- Patricia, he'll get it.

How much could he care
about one movie?

- Okay, this is actually
hurtful now, Mackenzie.

Like, I am
wasting away over here.

And I don't know if this is
how you treat other clients,

but this is not okay.

I'm sick of beans!

Like, this is not okay.

Ow! Ow! Fuck!

Ahh!

And why isn't Lucas back yet?

Where is Lucas?

Okay, Mac.

If this is how
you want to play things,

if this is how
you choose to do business,

you have left me no choice
but to come to you.

[chuckles]
That's right.

I googled your last name
plus Hamptons,

found your home address...
- Turn right.

- And guess what--
I am now on your street.

I bet you didn't count
on this, did you, Mackie?

But this is who you've made me.

This is who I am now
'cause of you.

- You have arrived.
- So buckle up, girl.

'Cause I'm here for answers.

But more than that,
I'm here to hand you

something very important--
your own ass.

[chuckles]

- Remember me, Mac?

From 1 billion years ago?

[grunts]
Where is she? Come on.

[phone ringing]

Not now, Mom.
I'm trying to get a movie made.

God, she is gonna be
so humiliated.

Mac!

Come out, come out,
wherever you are!

I can see movement in there.

I know you're in there. Mac!

- Cary?
- I saw you--

- What's wrong?
What are you doing here?

- So you are alive! [laughs]

Do you know how long
I've been trying

to get in touch with you?

Jesus fucking Christ!

- What?
- We need to attach a director

so I can win an Oscar,
but you haven't

gotten back to me
in, what, years?

- Wait.
This is about the director?

- Yes, dude! Remember?

You said you would hurry
to attach one in that meeting,

and then you fully ghosted me!

I've been calling hospitals
looking for you.

I legit thought you were dead!

That's how long it's been.

- Cary...

that meeting was yesterday.

- What?
- Yeah.

It was Friday morning.

It's Saturday night.

It's been 36 hours.

- Well, it certainly felt
like a lot longer.

Did it not snow either?
- Snow? What?

- But regardless,
you still could have

called me back a lot sooner.

Did you really not
see me call at all?

- No, I don't always check
my phone on the weekend.

I have a life.

- Yeah, that's been made
pretty clear.

- Excuse me?
- You are, like,

always in the Hamptons--
truly always.

Like, how am I supposed
to win an Oscar,

or frankly do anything
in this business,

if my agent is always
in the Hamptons, hanging out?

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- What?

- Are you fucking kidding me
right now?

How fucking dare you come here
and talk to me like this?

You do not get to come
to my fucking home

in the middle
of the goddamn night

and yell at me.
- I--

- A, I'm a goddamn
fucking grown woman,

and you will not
speak to me like this.

Do you understand?
- I was--I just--

- And B, I'm always
in the Hamptons?

- I mean, are you not always?

Like, factually speaking--
- Here's a question.

How do you even know
that I've been in the Hamptons?

Like, how do you know?

- Uh--
- Because I call you

and I email you
and I Zoom you from here,

nonstop, to tell you
I got you something

or to give you feedback
on something

or to game out how to win you
a fucking Oscar now.

Like, do you even know
the crazy shit

that you have asked me
to make happen this year?

And I haven't blinked
a fucking eye!

Look at your career!
It's insane!

So no, I have not been
bad or slow at all.

At fucking all!

Period! End of story!

- Hey, is everything okay?
I heard yelling.

- Yes. It's just a client.
It's fine.

- Oh, yeah.
The WindWeaver?

- Yep. Yep, that's him.
Thank you. It's fine.

This is my brother's house,
so...

- Oh.

I--I didn't--
sorry, I didn't, um--

and I--I--I do know
you've been working.

I just didn't, uh--

I'm sorry I came here.

Uh, I'm--I'm gonna go.

I'll just--I'm gonna catch
the next jitney home.

- It's 2:00.

There are no next jitneys.

- Right. Uh, that's okay.

I'm just gonna, uh--
- [clears throat]

Give me a second.

[thunder rumbling]

[clears throat]
You can stay here tonight.

- No, no.
That--I--that would be insane.

- Cary, I'm not gonna not
let you have a place to stay.

I have to drive
to the city in the morning.

I will give you a ride.
It's fine.

Cary, it's fine.

- Sorry.
- Yep.

[indistinct chatter]

- No, please don't
put me on hold.

Yeah, I spoke
to somebody earlier,

and they said
that wouldn't be a problem.

- This is Cary.

Cary, my friend Jen.
- Hi.

- Yes, I'll hold.

[thunder rumbling]

- Uh, you're gonna be
in that bedroom.

The, um, bed's a little firm,
but it's a trundle,

so you just pull out
the one below it,

it's better.
- Oh, firm's fine.

- I'm just gonna get you
a sheet and a towel and stuff.

Let's see what we have.

Of course,
this isn't gonna match.

God.

All right, no fitted sheet.

Probably no pillowcases.

What--

[clears throat]
It won't be tonight.

- I'm--I really can go.
I should--

- Also, um, I'm gonna do
a load of laundry,

and your clothes are
caked in mud.

So why don't you just
leave them outside,

and I'll put them in too.

- Okay.
I'm, uh, sorry about your--

- Thank you. Thanks.

Yeah. It has not been fun.

[thunder rumbling]

- [sobbing]

[seagulls crying]

- [squeals] I'm so excited.

I've never been
to the Tonys before.

- It's the Peabodys.
- Right.

[phone ringing]

Shh. It's Cary.

God, I'm so nervous.

Hi, honey. How's it going?

- Hey.
Sorry I missed you, uh, before.

Um, not sure
why you were calling.

But, um, I was, uh--

I was thinking, and I actually
don't need funding

for the, uh, movie anymore.

- Wait, really?

- Um, yeah. Yeah.

I just had a tough couple days
and a weird night,

and--and I think I--

I think I just need
to talk to my agent

and get out of it altogether.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah. Yeah,

I just--
I'm out in the Hamptons.

I'm actually, uh...

pretty close to where
Curtis does his birthday.

So I think I might just try
to spend the week with him,

if he'll have me,
instead of trying

to cram something else in
real quick before "WindWeaver."

- Well, we'll always remember
this as your decision.

- All right. Love you, Mom.
I'll talk to you later.

- Okay. Bye.
- [laughs]

Gay people think
they're so smart,

but he had no idea.

- Yay!
Now all that's left is Brooke.

[sighs]
- Oh, shit.

[dishes clatter]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How'd you sleep?

- Good, thanks.

Um, is Mac awake, or--

- Uh, yeah.
She's in with our mom.

I'm actually gonna
drive you back, if that's okay.

- Yeah.
Yeah, I'll just, um--

I'll talk to her later,
and I actually, uh--

I just need to go somewhere
a little closer, if that's--

- Whoa, whoa. Holy shit.

Is that that actor?

- Oh, my God.

- Now getting word
famous method actor

Lucas Lambert Moy spotted
stumbling naked

along Route 17 this morning.
- What the fuck?

- I'm sorry.
Do--do you know him?

- [sighs] Yeah.
He might be my, uh, boyfriend.

- Neighbors say Moy,
who wrapped

his most recent film yesterday

and does not yet have
another one lined up,

seemed disoriented and afraid.

- We were just driving,
and we saw him like that.

You know who that is?
That's, uh--

It seemed like maybe
he had been in character

for so long,
he forgot who he was.

- This is pathetic.
- So I called the sheriff

to see if he had
some family the area.

I mean, he must have
come up here for some reason.

- [with Australian accent]
Thanks, mate.

Wait, why the heck
am I talking so funny?

- Whoa, he's been Australian
this whole time?

No wonder he books.

- I'm sorry,
you didn't know that?

How long have you two
been together?

- Oh, I don't really
want to say.

Um, and I--

I actually think
we might break up soon.

[brakes squeal]

- Lucas, my baby!

It's your mother!

- Lucas, my baby!
It's your husband!

- Yeah, we're done.

Let's go.

It's right here on the left.

Thank you so much for the ride.

- You got it.

[indistinct chatter]

- [sighs]

- Oh, my God.

Cary--
- I--I'm not here

to be weird, I swear.

I just, uh--could we, uh--

could we talk somewhere
in private?

God, this house is so pretty.

- I know.

So sad she's a Republican.

- Wait, did she
charge you again?

- Yup, and added,
like, a laundry fee

'cause I think she just assumes

we're doing anal
on all of her beds.

- Mm.
- Which--

- [laughs]

- So, uh, congrats
on the Oscar buzz.

When do you shoot?

Like, now?

- Well, that was the plan, yes.

But I'm--I'm not gonna
do that anymore.

Which is why I'm here.

I--I don't--

I don't care about work.

I--I'm trying
not to care about work

as much, starting now,

'cause I think it's...
fully killing me.

It's just--it's everything
I wanted for so long,

or I thought I wanted.

I don't even know
what all I wanted, I just--

- You wanted to be the most
famous actor in the world

so everyone would love you
and be impressed by you

but also scared of you,

and they'd never judge you
in any way

'cause they were too
constantly in awe of you.

It's what we all wanted.

- But then I--
I don't know, I just--

now I just don't have
anything else,

any friends, or I--
[sighs]

I never had any friends,
actually, except for you.

So I'm not doing
the movie this week.

I just want to be here with you

in this homophobic woman's
beautiful house,

like I have been
for the past ten years,

and just fix things.

Like, I want to know
what you're up to again.

Like, you have a boyfriend now?

- Yes, the rumors are true.

- [chuckles]

- I really appreciate this.

And was, like, hoping for it.

'Cause I was starting to worry
that you were gonna be

one of those friends
that I just had for a time.

And I--I didn't want you
to be a friend for a time.

So thank you.

But I just, um--

I don't think I can
have you stay, though.

- Oh, I--

I won't be shitty, I promise.

I won't talk about me.
I won't talk about work.

I just--
- No, I know.

It's just,
you were kind of shitty

to my friends too.

And I feel like you owe
not just me an apology.

And it's really
my boyfriend's birthday too,

and so it's like a co-thing,
and I'm just...

nervous to change the vibes.

- Oof. Yeah.

Tough hearing
you being somewhere

will change the vibes.

- I'm sorry. Was that too rude?

I'm truly not trying
to kick a friend out.

- No, it's fine.
I--I would change the vibes.

So we'll just

pick this up later?

- Yeah.

I mean, I feel like
I should just

kiss you passionately
in the rain

and take you right back, but--

- [laughs]

- It's just not 100% the move
for me right now.

- Yeah, no. It's your call.

I mean, I'm here in a month
or in a year or what--

- Thanks.

It won't be a year.

And since you came
all this way, I can, um--

I can at least show you
a picture

of my boyfriend's dick
before you go.

- Okay. Good. Yes.
I would take that.

- Here.

- [laughs]
- I know.

- It's so thick.
- [laughs]

- Is it on sideways?

- Yes, basically.

- Wow.
- [laughs]

- I like the pose too.
- Thank you.

- Nice pose.
- I know. It was--

- He's showing it off.
- Yes, exactly.

We took, like, 50 of them.
[both laugh]

- [sighs]

[seagulls crying]

[phone buzzing]

- Oh. Hey, Mac.
- Cary.

Uh, hey. So I, um...
- Hey.

- I have some insane news
about the movie.

Uh, Kelly Reichardt
wants to direct.

Also, Harry Styles is in
as the love interest.

- Wait, what?

So--sorry, is this real?
- Yeah.

He says he wants another stab
at playing gay.

He really thinks
he can get it right this time.

Anyway, they all want
to get drinks tonight.

Oh, and you can let your mom
off the financing hook.

I mean, with you three,
the money's rolling in.

- Whoa. Uh, this is insane.
Um...

- And it's tight, but we can

fit this in
before "WindWeaver."

So yeah.
It's all happening, Cary.

This could be
your Academy Award.

[applause]

- And I want to say thank you
to our entire crew.

You know who you are,
which is the only reason

I'm not saying your names,
because I do know them.

God, this is so insane.

Am I really not imagining this?

Like, how is no one
stopping this?

[laughter]
Okay.

I also want to say,

to every young girl
watching this,

that this award is proof,
once and for all,

that I am good!

[applause]
- Whoo, Brookie!

- Is everyone really
seeing this?

Like, I cannot believe
no one's stop--

- Okay, I'm gonna stop you.

Um, first off, your speech
can only be 30 seconds.

- And how long was it so far?
Like, 40, 45?

- It's been 25 1/2 minutes.
- Oh.

- Second, I wouldn't pepper
the whole thing with,

"Why is no one stopping this?"

Feels odd to the listener.
- I know. I'm just nervous.

Because once you start getting
attention for being good,

that's when people
come for you.

- When people come for you?
- Yes.

Don't you remember
when Jameela Jamil launched

that body positivity app,
and then everyone accused her

of lying about
being attacked by bees?

- I do not remember
one part of that.

- I just--

I really don't want this award
taken away from me.

- Brooke, no one is
coming for you

in the next 30 minutes, okay?

I promise.

- 30 minutes till deadline.
[scoffs]

This article's
gonna take you down.

- Yep.
I am coming for you, girl.

[ominous music]

- Reminder to all guests,
our ceremony will begin

in 15 minutes...
- God, this is so legit.

- I mean, yeah. It's the Emmys.

- No, it's not.

- Okay, Pat.
- Yeah.

- You're gonna head
to that first camera with AP.

- Okay.

- Chase, you're at
the second one with Reuters.

- All right.
- And, Brooke, we have you

at the third cam with Judy
from peabodys.com.

- Sorry, what exactly
is Judy gonna ask me?

'Cause I'd sort of rather go
straight to getting my award.

You know, have it in my hands.

- No! It's your night.

You gotta do the carpet first.

- Fuck.
This is where it ends for me.

I mean,
look at this Judy woman.

She is just waiting
to nail me to the cross.

But what cross?
And for what sin?

Like, I know I'm bad, but how?

And who told her? Was it you?

- Oh, my God, Brooke.
Get a grip.

This is all based
on literally nothing.

You're good,
you made something good,

and you deserve this.

Now go.
- [breathes deeply]

- God, you are so not good.

And now everyone will know.

- You do not deserve a Peabody.

That's for sure.

both: And posted.

[both cackle]

- Brooke!
- Mm-hmm.

- Thanks for chatting.
I'll make this quick.

I only have one question.

And it's about something
I just read online,

actually, moments ago.

[heart beating]
- Online?

About me?

Moments ago?

- Uh-huh.

I read...

- [gasps]
- That you...

[echoing] You, you, you, you.
- [whimpering]

- Used to date
People's Sexiest Man Alive?

Is that true?

- Oh.

Oh, my God.

[laughs] Yes!

Which makes sense,
'cause we are both

unimpeachable sweeties.

Perfect in every way.

- So true.

Anyway, enjoy your night.

- Really? That's it?

Like, next stop, I go win
a "Peadbody" on national TV?

- Well, peabodys.com.

But yes.

- Okay. Well, hell yeah, Judy!

[laughs] Whew.
Guess everything's fine.

And now I finally get
to accept an award

that proves that I am good.

- Now, Chase,
I do have to ask you

about a pretty scathing article

that actually just came out
about you...

- What?

both: And posted.

[both cackle]

- God, you are so not good.

- That accuses you
of winning a Peabody

for a mental health special
while exploiting people

struggling with mental health
to sell albums.

- And, Pat, I also have
to ask about an article

just posted about you...

- Huh?
both: And posted.

[both cackle]

- You do not deserve a Peabody.
That's for sure.

- Regarding
since-deleted tweets

which were screenshotted
and paint you

as a classist elitist

with a disdain
for small-town America.

- Oh, fuck.

both: So what do you say
to all this?

- Uh--
- Oh, well--

- No. Okay.
No, sorry. We have to go.

- Thank you.
We're done here. Let's go.

- But I--excuse me--
- Walk.

- Sorry.
- Walk. Walk.

- Here we go. Here we go.

Don't say anything
to any-fucking-one.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
the moment you've been

waiting for is almost here.

Our ceremony will begin...

- Shit!
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

- What now? What happens now?

- Hey, can you guys clear?
Thank you.

- Jesus, Pat.

You tweeted all this
about Ohio?

"These people should be in jail

"for what their houses
look like.

Thank God I don't think
this shit looks good still."

- "Everything we ate
was awful."

Mom, you can't say this shit
about your base.

God, you're worse
on social media than Cary.

- What?
- Whoa.

- Take that back.
- Hey, now.

We're all
on the same team here.

- Okay. You're right.
I'm sorry. That was too far.

- Just tell me, what the fuck
do Chase and I do, Brooke?

- Maybe we could each do
a Notes app apology.

Like, I could write, uh,
"Sorry for using

mental health to sell albums,"
and then, you know--

- Chase, have you ever seen
a Notes app apology work?

I swear to God, if I see you
so much as open Notes app,

I will break your fingers.
- Jeez. Okay.

- Well, I just got
a text from marketing.

Some advertisers want
to pull their commercials

'cause Pat's no longer
in line with their brand.

- Oh, no.
The ship's going down.

The ship is going down.

- So far, she's gotten emails
from Kohl's, Target,

and the people at Princess
Diana Commemorative Coins.

- Shit, if Commemorative Coins
pulls out,

we just, what,
won't have commercials?

- And great,

now Lawrence O'Donnell
has the story.

- Why does the full news care
about this?

- And they sent
a news van here.

They're asking
if I want to go on

and give a statement for Chase.

Pat, I can talk for you too,
if you want.

- Fuck, all my fans
are now posting

angry videos about me
on Instagram.

- And all my fans are trying to
but don't know how.

Oh, wait. Here's one.

- I just wanted to say,

I have always been

a huge fan of Pat's, so--

I even met her once
in New York.

So reading those tweets
was...

very hurtful.
- [sighs]

- I just--I always thought
that she was just like me.

And now...I don't.
- [whimpers]

[chainsaw revving]
- Oh. Uh, sorry.

The tree people are here.

- [breathing heavily]

Brookie, I feel like
I can't breathe.

I never meant to--

and Lisa was so nice.

- Oh, Mom.
I'm so fucking sorry. I--

- God, now everyone
hates me again?

Like, everyone in the world
is just gonna think I'm bad

and hate me again?
- Okay--

- Like, I can't do this.
- Okay, no.

It's not healthy
to look at this.

Gimme. Give me your phones.

- Shit. We lost another one.

"We at Big Lots were
sickened to learn"...

- Oh, shut up, Big Lots.
You sell piss and shit.

Also, this is
a family crisis, Melanie.

Can you go wait outside?
And make sure no one comes in.

- Fuck!

I also just got
an email from iTunes.

- What?
- What?

- "A new episode of 'Potomac'
is ready for download."

Oh. Okay. So that'll be nice
after all this.

- Focus, people!
This is a disaster.

Your whole personas are
being good little sweeties,

and you fucked it up.

I mean, this could
end your careers.

- Sorry, this is rude timing,
and I obviously stand with you.

I'm just gonna go check
you can still win a "Peadbody"

for being good
if your other EPs have been

publicly disgraced.

- Oh, God.

There must be something
we can do.

- Honestly, in a situation
like this,

there's only ever one way
to get through it.

You need a fall guy.

- Oh, Streetie.
- No, Streeter. That'd be sad.

- Hey, what?
No, hey. What?

She didn't say
it needed to be me.

It could just as easily
be Brooke.

- Wait, I think
Brooke is doing it.

- What?
- Oh.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- Unmute it. Unmute it.

- So what you're saying is,

your clients did not write
these tweets?

- Of course not.

They didn't even know
about them until tonight.

I'm their manager.
I run their Twitter.

- So it was your idea
to offer free therapy

to sell ChaseDreams albums,

a move the Mental Health
Institute has called

grossly self-serving?

- Yes.

Chase actually told me not to.

He's a good kid.

He would never do
something like this.

Same with my mom.
I mean, people really think

Pat Dubek talks like that?

"I'm so effing bored.
How much longer"...

- Oh, my God, Brookie.
- "Do I have to do this for?"

- Damn, she didn't even flinch.

- Like, that is my voice.

I'm a full bitch, 24/7.

Ask anyone.

Or, uh, please don't.

But you get the point.
- Wow.

This is so--so nice of her.

- Well, you know,
for the record,

I would have done this too.

Eventually.
- No!

No, this isn't fair
that Brookie is

taking credit for all of this.

- So to reiterate, every
screenshotted tweet was you?

So you were the one
who tweeted,

"I know we're not together
anymore,

"but I wanted to say,
I miss you and your bleep.

God, I miss
your big, fat bleep"?

- Oh. Uh--
[laughs]

That's--hadn't seen those.

So new screenshots
just keep on rolling in.

But yes, sure. Yes.

- Because a lot of people say
they time up perfectly

with Pat's very public breakup
from Streeter Peters.

- No, I was...

Also going through
a breakup at that time.

So those were to my ex,
Lance Arroyo.

And he does have
a big, fat...bleep.

- Okay. You know, Pat's right.

It's not fair for Lance
to take credit for this.

- Well, we reached out
to Mr. Arroyo for comment.

- Oh.
- And he did fully corroborate

receiving all those texts
from you.

- Oh.

Well...see?

So bottom line,
this is my mom and brother,

and I cannot let this
ruin their lives,

especially when I'm to blame.

I'm an embarrassment
to my family

and in no way represent them.

- And you won't have to.

Because I'm seeing now,
your mother and brother

have both tweeted a statement.
- What?

How do they have
a statement from me?

I didn't give them a statement.

- Yeah, yeah.
Brooke has our phones.

Like, everyone in the world
is just gonna think I'm bad

and hate me again?

Like, I can't do this.
- Okay, no.

It's not healthy
to look at this.

Give me your phones.
- Shit.

We lost another one.

"We at Big Lots
were sickened"...

- [gasps]
- Wow. Smart girl.

No, wait.
It's, um, "Clever woman."

- Streeter.
- No.

- "That someone
with such a snatched-ass bod

"could do something like this.

And we have decided
to officially fire Brooke"...

- What?
- "As our manager."

- No!
We can't let her do this.

We have to stop her!

What the f--
- Sorry, ma'am.

- Melanie, what are you doing?

- Just following orders,
Mrs. Dubek.

- Okay, your real job,
for old time's sake,

is actually to make sure
that no one comes out.

- Got it.

And, Brooke,

it's been a privilege.

- [sighs]

- Wait, so this means
Brooke was never leaving

to see if she could still win
a Peabody?

- Nope, she was just using
the fact

that she's famously selfish
to trick you all.

I mean, it's brilliant.

- And, Pat, Pat,
there is a silver lining here.

Both your kids did
your dirty work.

You wanted to pull out
of Cary's movie.

He did it for you.
You wanted to fire Brooke.

She did it for you too.

I mean, it's actually
a pretty fun day for you today,

if you think about it.

- No!
It can't happen like this.

Shuli, give me your phone.

- "But in conclusion,
there's Ukraine and stuff.

"So let's not just make
the headline tonight,

'Brooke Dubek is bad.'"

Okay. You heard it here.

Pat and Chase Dubek
effectively saying,

"Brooke Dubek is bad."

- No, that's literally
the opposite of--

[phone ringing]
Oh. Uh...

sorry, Lawrence,
I have to take this.

Hello?
- Insane energy

to answer a call on the news,

but we'll just cut away
and keep talking about you.

- Brookie!

Listen, I really don't
want you to do this.

I mean, what about your job?

And now the literal chyron
on the news says,

"Brooke Dubek is bad,"
when it was me.

I was bad.

- It's fine. No big.

I do not care what people
think about me, so...

- But, honey,
they're even taking

the Peabody away from you now.
- What?

- "Her conduct
simply unbefitting

"the Peabody Awards.

"Also, if you listen closely,

we think she's been saying
'Peadbodys' this whole time?"

- Is it not?

Well, I don't give a fuck
about a friggin' Peabody.

Whatevs.
- And don't worry, Pat.

Brooke is gonna be fine,
job-wise.

I mean, I've already gotten
tons of emails

from people who want Brooke
to represent them.

- Oh, really? You have?
- Yes.

And remember,
this is what you wanted--

to have your kids back.

- "We are disappointed
in Brooke.

We think"...
- Brooke. Brooke.

Brookie, I just--well, I just
want to say, like, we--

we really appreciate this.

It just means
the absolute world.

- Yeah, thank--thank you
so much, Brooke.

- Yeah, thank you, Brooke.

And, you know,
maybe we can all go get

dinner next week or something.

Cary too.

- Sure.

I'm...totally free.

- Ladies and gentlemen...
- Oh. Okay, we gotta go.

Ceremony's starting.
Let's go. Let's go.

- Uh, wait, Streeter.
- Yep.

- Have you really been
getting emails about me?

- Oh. Uh, no. Of course not.

- Oh.
- But I will. Soon.

- [sighs]

[rain pattering]

[sighs]

Ugh.

Thanks for helping me
look like full dogshit

to the world tonight.

- You got it, dude.

- [sighs]

I've just been trying
so hard to--

look at this shit.

Meanwhile, congrats
on being famously good.

I cannot believe
that "People" just came

to your hospital and asked you
to be on the cover.

But congrats. I'm--

you deserve it.

- Are you joking?

I hired a publicist for that.

- Wait, what?
- No, I'm a nurse in the Bronx.

You think I just got
the cover of "People"?

Come on, B.
You know how shit works.

- Okay. Wait.

I did think
that you hired someone,

but then Natalie and Victor
said that--

- I sort of lied
to Natalie and Victor

'cause I was embarrassed.

- Okay.

Don't be mad,
but I really did feel crazy,

so I kind of...
broke into your email.

- I'm still signed in
on your laptop?

- Yes.
- Huh.

- But I didn't find anything.

And I searched everything
I would type into an email

to a publicist--
"Sorry to bug, girl."

"Not to be annoying, but"--

- I don't email like that, B.

I just write, "Hi, Sharon,"

then succinctly ask
for what I want.

- Oh, to be a straight man.

- You should look her up,
though.

She's dope. Sharon Haircut.

- Sorry.
Um, her name is Sharon Haircut?

- Funny, huh?
She should cut hair.

Anyway, being a nurse is great,
but...

it's also fucking hard and dark

and sometimes hella boring.

Like, I watch somebody die
every day

and have so much paperwork.

So I just wanted something
for myself.

I wanted to feel cool or hot,

put on something
other than scrubs.

- Lance, I--

I'm so sorry.

- I mean, don't get me wrong.

I rock scrubs.

- No, I--

I'm sorry I didn't ask you
about that stuff

when we were together.
I--

[crying] God, I really
fucked everything up.

- Yeah, you did, yo.

[both laugh]

You were just so in your head.

And who cares
if your job is dumb sometimes

if you love it?

And you're not saving lives,

but I bet
your mom was scared tonight.

And Chase.

And you were there.

- I was there.

So what you're saying is,
being a manager

is as good as being a nurse.

- Hell yeah.

That's how to look at it.

- Even though I'm not
technically a manager anymore.

Which is maybe a sign
I'm not supposed to be?

- Hmm.

- I really do miss you,
you know.

- And my big dick?

- Actually, I think
it's smaller than Cary

and Streeter's now.

- I miss you too, B.

Every day.

And I hate to cut this short,

but I do have an overnight
right now.

- Oh, yeah, no, that's--
that's--uh, that's okay.

I--but, um, if I--

if I haven't
fucked things up too much,

do you think
that we could maybe

talk again, or...

- Yeah. Yeah, okay. Yeah.

But maybe
we take things slow, okay?

Not rush into anything.
- No--yeah, no.

Um, whatever you need.

- Okay.

[thunder rumbling]

Okay, well, bye, B.

We'll talk soon.
- Okay.

[sighs]

- Ah, fuck it.
Let's just go fast.

- What?

[NAYAD's "Red Carpet Sand"]

♪ ♪

God, I love that it's raining.

Could you maybe pick me up?

- Hell yeah,
I'm picking you up, girl.

[both laugh]

- ♪ It's not really that bad ♪

[horns honking]

[bell rings]
- All right, everyone.

They're walking in right now.
You know the drill.

This is just
a normal family dinner.

Oh, and Pat wanted me to thank
you all for doing this again.

Okay. Action, everyone.

[upbeat music playing]

- Thank you, Lance. Hello.

- Can't believe
you wanted to come back here.

- Well, I was gonna
take us to the Smith

and wear my prosthetics,
but I couldn't find my nose.

- Whoops.
- So this was

my only other option
if I wanted us all

to go eat together
but still be left alone.

- But I thought
you hated having to do

prosthetics and this stuff.

- Well, I am one
of the most famous women alive,

so what the fuck else
am I gonna do?

It is what it is.

And I do think this will be

a little more normal
than last time.

- How?
This seems just as not normal.

both: Peas and carrots.
- Oh. Hey, wait.

- What?
- I almost forgot.

I did have these. Sorry.

I found them while we were
unpacking Lance's stuff.

- See? I told you.

- Hey. Sorry I'm late.
- [gasps] Cary!

- Lance?
- Hell yeah. What up, Car?

- Wait, are you two
back together?

Hooray! Okay. How's it going?

- Mostly good,
but it is early days again,

so your sister has been
a little relentless physically.

- Ah.
- Anyway, Cary, so how was it?

Are you just getting back
from Curtis's birthday week?

- Oh. Um, weirdly, no.
I am not.

Curtis, uh, said
he wasn't quite ready

to have me stay yet.

- Oh, Car.
- Oh, no. It's okay.

Um, so I kind of wandered
the beach

and was like, "Now what?"

And then my agent
called me back and said

that Harry Styles wanted
to join the movie.

- What?
- Yo!

- Oh.
- Yeah, and they found

financing another way too.

- Oh.

- But I just--

I felt like it wasn't
the right move for me still.

Like, I still just needed
to stop and not

do another thing right away.

So I weirdly just stayed
at the beach, alone.

- What--what do you mean?

- Like, I just weirdly hung up

and stayed by myself

and kept walking

until it was so late,
I was like,

"What am I even doing?"

- Hey, how's it going?
- Hi.

But then I saw one of those
little cute beach houses

with a Vrbo sign,
so I randomly called the lady.

[table clatters]
- Oop, sorry, Car. Continue.

Just gotta use the restroom.

Lance, wanna join?

- Oh, again?
- [chuckles]

- Uh, and yeah, I rented it
for the week.

Is that so weird?

- No, honey. It's nice.

- Yeah,
and I literally just read--

or pretended to read,
at first.

But then I did.
I actually read a whole book.

And I swam

in the ocean.

Or stood in the ocean.

And I went to the store...

[waves crashing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

I know you.

- Oh, hey. Um--

- Uh, Terrence.

- Yeah.

Hey, how are you?
- Oh, I'm great.

Oh, this is my partner, Ted.

Ted, this is Cary Dubek,
the guest actor

from "Emily Overruled"
I was telling you about.

- Oh, you're the reason

why we missed our reservation
at Lilia.

- [laughs]
- Sorry. Yeah.

I, uh--sorry.
That--

- I'm just teasing.
- Are you by yourself?

- Yeah.
- Hey, you want to join?

We're putting salmon on.

- Oh, you sure?
I don't want to intrude.

- Oh, please.
We've been here a week already.

We're sick of each other.
Come on.

I'll introduce you.

Hey, everybody.
This is Cary Dubek.

- Hi, Cary.
- Hi.

- We worked together
on "Emily."

- Oh, nice.
- Yeah, hey.

- Uh, this is Bob.
- Hey, Bob. Hey.

- ♪ Feel like
I'm at this age ♪

♪ Where I've lived long enough
to stress ♪

♪ Making the most
of what's left ♪

♪ Yeah, I can feel
a little lost ♪

[chair scrapes]
- Whew.

Forgot those bathrooms
aren't finished.

A PA just saw a lot.

Anyway, what did we miss?

Something sweet
about the beach?

- Yes, Brooke.

Something sweet
about the beach.

- ♪ What makes a life good? ♪

♪ If you know,
can you tell me? ♪

♪ Loving somebody,
making lots of ♪

[horns honking]

[phone buzzing]

- Hey.
- Hey!

I started getting emails.

- What? What emails?

- From people who want you
to represent them.

Like I said I would!
- That was real?

I thought
you were just Streetering.

- [laughs] Nope.
I'm forwarding them now.

[phone beeping]

- Wait. Holy shit.

These are the biggest names
in literal Hollywood.

Why would they want me?
- Are you kidding?

You took the fall
for your clients.

And everyone knows
a good manager is someone

willing to be the bad guy.

- Oh, my God.

So it's good...

to be bad?

[Everybody Loves an Outlaw's
"So Good When You're Bad"]

♪ ♪

- Okay.
So I am now your solo manager.

- I just--I still feel
so bad about Brooke.

- Oh, I know, buddy.

But she knows that you're
still just a good kid,

and that you hated pretending
to be bad before,

with all those
disgusting tattoos.

- Absolutely.
Look, so you made

a one-time mistake
with that tweet.

It shouldn't ruin your life.

- Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Oh. But I actually did get
one of those tattoos, though.

- You did what, now?
- Come again?

- Yeah, I got the Piglet,
but with boobs.

Thought it was funny. And cool.

both: Uh-oh.

- ♪ You're so good
when you're bad ♪

♪ You're so cruel ♪

♪ You're the best
that's ever been ♪