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Keys, keys, keys.

The reporter from
Fortune Magazine

will be here at 9:00.

- Okay.
- Your lunch is confirmed.

And it's
Randall Cole's birthday.

- Any genius gift ideas?
- Let me think.

Um, he is the chairman
of my board, so...

Uh...

- My floor seats.
- Your floor seats.

Housemates, is anybody up?

I lost my keys at the club.

And please,
no more parking tickets.

The fines, they're gonna
affect your credit score.

Yeah, I got it.

And no sampling the merchandise.

- I'm not kidding.
- All right, Frank.

Morning.

- Mm.
- L-love it, love it.

Lose it.
Never admit you had it.

Reporter's ready right
over there, down the hatch.

Thank you.

Frank's Woodfired,
hot and fresh!

Enjoy.

You know, it looks like
you're already

set up with some kombucha.

Curtis's mom home-makes it.

- Everyone loves Beverly's Booch.
- Hm.

- Hm.
- Shall we?

BeScheduled isn't just
a calendar app.

It's a lifestyle tool
that keeps you

on time and on schedule.

Like the cool kids say,
"FOMO no mo."

Employees get a carbon offset
workspace, flex scheduling,

and our Mother's Room
is available to anyone

who needs a time out,
mother or not.

Sounds like everything's
going as scheduled

here at BeScheduled.

- I see what you did there.
- Yep.

So, no truth to the rumors,
the board is ousting you

and replacing you
with Sadie Cole.

What?

Absolutely not.

You're firing me...

from the company that I founded

and replacing me with
Randall's daughter?

And no one here
has a problem with this?

Subscriptions are down.

You've had three bad quarters
in a row.

Sadie resuscitated Glamour Shack

with-with her
friendship bracelet initiative.

Her being my daughter
isn't the point.

She has big, fresh ideas.

You blocked me from my proposals

to update
the web interface design.

I am over here trying to
revitalize this brand,

and you have blocked me
at every turn.

It is the job of a board to
support its founder's vision,

and you set me up to fail.

We have a fiduciary
responsibility

to our shareholders,

and we've lost confidence
in you.

As chairman,
I have to make tough decisions.

Getting the stock price back up
is our primary concern.

Every stock has
a down day, Randall.

The board has the voting power
to remove you.

It was unanimous.

Even you, Margery?

The first female fist
through the glass ceiling?

Where is the sisterhood,
Margery?

Your exit compensation package.

No. No.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

I can't, um, it's fine.

Aww, Megs.

No crying in baseball.

Actually, Randall,

there is no crying
in basketball.

Also, you no longer
validate parking.

So, there.

Oh, and you tell Sadie,
we are not friends.

Hold on.
Aged out? Of what?

Girl, I just sent you Randall's
press release about Sadie.

Be strong.

Ahh.

"It's sad, Megan Moore
is an icon,

but it's time she steps aside

to let a new generation
revive the brand?"

I'm only eight years
older than Sadie.

We're both millennials.

Randall's working overtime
to trash you.

Says you've lost your touch.

Yuki, what am I supposed to do?

I'm the best executive
recruiter around.

Normally I could find
some moneybags backer

for a new venture,
but you're radioactive.

You need to lie low.
Let this blow over.

But all I do is work.

I mean, who am I even

if I'm not running a company?

Self-care.
Reconnect with old friends.

Meditate. Volunteer.

Do people actually
do those things?

No idea. Saw it on TikTok.

Greg. Greg, hi.

Megan Moore.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Long time no talk.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm. Oh, wow.

Oh, three kids.

Wow, Greg, you-you-you're
breaking up a little bit. I...

A lot has happened to
my sophomore year roommate.

How did every guy I ever dated
moved on already?

Hello and welcome
to the mindful movement.

I'm Sarah Raymond,
and I invite you

to make yourself comfortable.

No, there's no way
it's only been one minute.

Take a moment to pause.

Bubble hopping is as simple as
getting out of your own

bubble and getting to know
someone else

from a different bubble.
Broaden your horizons.

See things from another
person's point of view.

Experience their day-to-day.

Get out of your own boring rut.

That's it.

Hey, the nice lady at the rescue

said you all just need
a good walk.

Easy-peasy, right?

Oooh.

Curtis, help!

Help me, 911!

Thank you for
rounding up the dogs.

Sure. I didn't know
you cooked.

Oh, I don't. I think these
spices came with the house.

Do you think that
we organized them

alphabetically or
by flavor profile?

You need a real project.

Like, something you can
sink your claws into

and shred to pieces and eat
the beating heart out off.

You know, be yourself.

Yes, I know.
But what?

No. No, it's my mom. Nope.

- You have a mom?
- Yes.

I work very hard to keep Lois
out of my flight path.

Lois? Years together,
I never knew this.

Yes, well, if you ever met her
or my sister,

you would understand why.

You have a sister?

Yep.

I'm dizzy.

Next you're gonna tell me
you have a dad.

Oh, no. I don't.
He died when I was 13.

Oh, thank God.

His passing kind of
ruined my childhood.

Sorry. Sorry.

No, I meant more like,

how much of your real life
have you kept hidden from me?

Well, let's see.

Uh, Izzy, sister,

was a toddler when our dad died.

My mom remarried, and Ken's
the only father figure

who she's ever really known.

- Ken?
- Mm-hmm.

And they've been bothering me
to come over for dinner

ever since I got fire...

Fi...

I can't do it.

Ooh, it's Beverly's
turkey taco night.

- Can I leave early?
- Yes, of course.

Jealous you're so close
with your mom.

Go. See your mom.

Bring her the spices.

Sorry. We already
gave at the office.

Oh, that's...
Here we go.

Kidding.

- Fun.
- Come on in.

- Hug.
- Hello.

- Mm.
- Ohh.

You know, I thought
you'd look more depressed.

You sound disappointed.

Well, it's okay
to show feelings.

Have you been journaling?
Mourning gratitude?

Are these the questions
I have to answer

before I cross a troll bridge?

Mom, Megan's here.

Oh, a sight for sore eyes!

The Meg!

Dad, that's not the compliment
you think it is anymore.

Very good to see you.
Ken, I brought you some spices.

Oh, oh.

Smells so good.

Ooh, it's Friday.

I'm making the ladies
Grown-Up Shirley Temples.

- Uh-oh.
- On the rock.

Wonderful.

That Good Ship Lollipop goes
down smooth. Thank you, Ken.

The bartender's on duty
all night.

That sounds like
my firstborn child,

but it couldn't be
because that would require

she visit me ever.

Feet off the sofa, Izz.

Oh, poor, poor baby.

I'm fine, it's fine.

Ah. You know, I just thought
you might look

a little more depressed.

Why, thanks, mom.

How are you? How have you been?

Oh, well, I barely survived
last week.

- What happened?
- My sciatica flared.

But Izzy was my nursemaid,

and we ordered an ice cream

and watched some cozy mysteries.

Harrowing tale.
So glad you survived.

Oh, goody, oh.

The man's finished
fixing Izzy's car.

Kenny, can you come pay him?

Yes, yes, here I come.

And there you go.

Mm. Oh.

Now that you have a new window

and I put you on my phone plan,

I just feel so much better
knowing you're safe, Izz.

Thank you, mom, love you.

Okay, you pay for Izzy's phone?

Well, only since her old one
got stolen.

Mm, yeah.

I handed my purse to some girl

in the bathroom line for,
like, one second.

I'm so amazed that she
didn't steal your wallet.

Oh, there's nothing in there
anyways.

So, what else did I miss?

Well, meeting Izzy's
new boyfriend, for one.

Woody would be here, but he's
waiting to be bailed out.

Hm.

Of jail?

Well, street art is his passion.

He tried to make a run
for it, but you know,

he's not a fitness guy.

Hmm.

Hey, dad.

How's it going up there?

You'd really like
the basketball this season.

I think it's our year.

I'm finally relaxing

after years of nose
to the grindstone.

You know, one time in 2019,
I didn't sleep for three nights.

- I did that at Burning Man.
- I was relaunching the app.

- I was relaunching myself.
- Okay, well...

it is not a competition, girls.

Mm, Ken, tank's empty.

These are delish, though.

- What is the secret ingredient?
- Alcohol.

You know, Megan, why don't you
let Ken make you some coffee?

Blegh!

You know, sweetie,
now that you're not

so busy with
work all the time...

Actually, I'm very busy.
I'm volunteering at a doghouse.

It's a shelter.
It's a doghouse shelter.

Well, maybe you two sisters
could hang out.

Sisters.

- Nothing like sis...
- Ken?

- Coffee.
- Yeah.

- I love dog rescues.
- Sure.

I mean, it is a good idea, mom.

But I could never take your
little Izzy Wizzy away from you.

What are you-what are you
talking about?

Guys, do not make me say it.

You're completely codependent.

And Izzy, I love you,
but you have no ability

to take care of yourself.

Mom and K-dog just
swoop in and fix everything.

Okay, you know what?
Izzy is just finding her path.

Path? She's almost 30.
It's a road to nowhere.

You know what?
That's enough, Megan.

I'm sorry.

Kid, you got a lot of potential.

And you wanna know something,
if you let me

I could turn your life
right around.

I would run it
like a corporation,

and you would be a big success.

- Huge.
- Ken, please.

I mean, Megan makes
solid points.

I wanna thank you for that
backup, K-Dog. I really do.

But mom's right,
and I should call a ride share.

No, I'll drive you.

I don't like you riding in cars
with strangers.

Hmm.

The Ken-pire strikes back.

Here we go.
Thank you.

Thank you for dinner.
Okay.

Sweetie, she's just
going through a rough time.

She's venting.

Oh.

Okay, okay, I'm coming.
I'm coming.

Okay.

Hi. Uh, if we're about to slap
fight, could we do it outside?

The cleaners were just here.

Oh, oh, oh, Iz, Iz, Iz...

If this is about last night,
I didn't mean it.

No, you did mean it.

Okay, I did,
but in much more of, like,

an inside voice kind of a way.

You were right. I am almost 30.
I'm freaking out.

I'm not together. I'm a wreck.
I'm not perfect like you.

No, no, no.
I never said I was perfect.

Okay, the last 12 hours

since your speech has been
a journey.

Bigger than when I went to
that sound bath in Joshua Tree

and I saw the space wolf.

I need coffee for this.

I'm freaking out.
I need your help.

There was a lot of cocktail
involved in that.

Yeah, cocktails tell the truth.
In Vegas, Veritas.

Or whatever that saying is.

Run my life like a corporation.

Make me your project.
Make decisions for me.

Make me a success like you.

I'm just...

not really a success
right now, Iz, okay?

Just ask my former
board of directors.

I will do anything you say.

Promise.

You really do mean this,
don't you?

Uh, mom did say
she wanted us to hang out.

Okay, no, wait. Nope, I get it.

I get it now. You're just
substituting out mom with me.

- Nope.
- No. Y-you could have help.

You could have support,
like, what if you built, like,

a little board of
directors thingy, okay?

Or, like, just, like,
a really supportive board.

I mean, it's not the worst idea.

What?
Did I just have a good idea?

I could see it, actually.

Uh, life coach by committee.

A team of people to guide you,
set you up for success,

help you learn to stand
on your own two feet.

Yes, that. That's what I need.
I need that.

I mean, it's so crazy.
It kind of just might work.

So, uh, who do we
put on this board?

Oh, I know someone perfect.

- Mom.
- No, absolutely not.

Mom is...

Izzy, mom is half the problem.

We cannot even tell mom
about this.

But we share everything.

She's gonna smell the secret on
me like onion bagel breath.

Izzy! It is time to
cut the apron strings.

- What does that even mean?
- Okay.

It-it just means no mom.

You have to promise me.

I saw you just cross your
fingers behind your back.

How old are we, Izzy?

Okay, thank you.

- Was that so hard?
- Hmm.

Okay, let me book us
some office space.

Oh, I know,
we can use that place, uh,

Lilypadd, that co-work place
that went under.

It'll be perfect.
There's nobody there.

And I will find
our board of directors.

Just you leave it to me.

Oh, come on, come on, come on.
There it is.

Hey, that was mine.

Izzy, no, no,
don't you dare double dip.

Did you just double dare me
to do it?

Don't eat the hummus.

We're ready to go.
Music cue's all loaded.

Great. Entertaining her
is gonna be key.

All right.

Izzy, come have a seat.

Why would you...
Okay.

It's a nice assortment.

All right. Well, without
any further ado...

Isobel Alexandra Moore,
are you ready

to meet
your new board of directors?

You are familiar with her work
if you've seen my wardrobe.

- A queen of fashion.
- Professional stylist. Jila.

She's like a supermodel.

She loves a fixer-upper.

Uh, it's not giving.

- It's taking.
- Taking?

- I love an impossible challenge.
- Okay.

Next up, we have retired CPA,

small business owner,
and kitten rescue advocate...

Your current boss, Frank.

Frank, you're in on this.

Rooting for you, baby.

- Boom.
- Oh, you little softie.

Frank wants you to find
your financial footing

and a new career far away
from his pizza business.

Far away.

Okay, our next board member

is the author of an extremely
popular e-mail newsletter

on love and relationships,

Soulxercise.

Patsy!

Izzy's childhood babysitter.

Izzy bear, come in
for a smother.

Ah!

Izzy was a lovable terror

who always went through
my purse.

I'm excited to see
who she'll become.

Okay.

There's one more person
who's late.

Not impressing me.

Curtis, I thought
you screened this guy.

I did. He was the best
applicant from online.

Also the only one who wasn't
totally bananas.

Right. Uh, pardon.

Every responsible board must
recruit an independent director,

meaning someone who has no
personal stake in the company,

so I'm afraid we can't
really proceed until we...

Oh.

Ah, the parking thief.

The bubble-hopping guy?

Dominic Hayes, chair of
psychology at Rossmore College.

So, she's a fan of my videos.

I wouldn't say a fan,

more of a algorithmically
accidental viewer.

And that parking spot was
fair game.

Uh, why did you respond
to the ad?

A person's life
ran like a corporation.

Never hopped into
that kind of bubble.

Bring it on.

Hey!

Hello, fellow board members.

I am Megan, Izzy's sister,

and the chairperson
of this board. Hmm?

Yes, with a question already.

Yeah, I thought
the role of chairperson

is something we all vote on.

Right.

Robert's Rules of Order

will be followed by this board.

Curtis, are you taking minutes?

- Always am.
- Great.

Then I formally propose

that I be chairperson
of this board,

unless, of course,
anyone else thinks

that they are better suited
for the job.

Not me.

All in favor, say "aye."
Aye.

There, we voted.

- You happy?
- Yeah.

Good.

Now, let's get started.

Izzy, what do you want
out of life?

I, um, I wanna be
able to afford nice stuff.

Gorgeous stuff.

Um, I would love hair,

like they have
in the shampoo commercials.

And a boyfriend who's not gonna
sell my TV for burrito money.

How about for calzone money?

- Goals. Limited...
- Mhm.

- But nonetheless, goals.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, now, our primary objective

is to ensure that we improve

the overall trajectory
of Izzy's life.

Our core value,

make sure that Izzy's
best interests

are front and center.

All in favor, say "aye."

Aye.

Wonderful.

Izzy, do you promise
to follow the objectives

set forward
by your board of directors?

I do.

- Yeah, there.
- That's...

Wow.

Curtis strike that
from the minutes.

The minutes shall reflect

that this board has
officially been formed.

I'll send you those bylaws
later.

All right, on to
committee assignments.

Jila, branding and marketing.

Frank, finance
and strategic planning.

You got it.

Patsy did you just hit

40 years married to Al?

And still snuggling like
newlyweds.

Okay,
your committee's definitely

relationship management.

If everyone doesn't already

have BeScheduled
on their phone...

- Download it.
- Download it.

I'll be sending
calendar invites for

everyone's individual

presentations.

As for
our psychology professor...

Right, yes.
He's our unbiased observer.

He's responsible for evaluating

if the board is generally
on the right track.

And your unpaid attendance
is mandatory.

Well, it's a good thing

my workload is
light this semester.

So, what's your
committee assignment?

Operations oversight.

I will make sure
that best practices

are used for all
of our deliverables.

Now, our deadline.

Izzy's 30th birthday.

I know what you're thinking.
It's only three months away.

- Good luck with that.
- No problem for me.

- Three months.
- So, we can do this.

With our guidance,

her world will be overhauled.

We can help her master
the life skills needed

to be profitable and successful.

Let's do it.

Go, Izzy.

On that note, meeting adjourned.

We can do it.

Per ushe, I'm a miracle worker.

Troy Graves, nepo baby
to the Graves oil dynasty,

is looking to impress daddy
by investing in startups.

And he wants to hear what
new app ideas you're cooking up.

Seriously, I'm on his radar?

He's new to this
and isn't in Randall's world

of petty business politics.

All he needed to hear
was how smart you are.

Well, I am working
on a personal project,

sort of a full-life makeover
of my sister.

- Really? Is that a thing?
- Yeah, yeah.

The app idea would be

crowdsourcing your
most important decisions.

Uh, tagline,
"Life coach by committee.

Choose the right people
and you can't go wrong."

I love it. Get your pitch
together. I'll circle back.

Now, you all know me as Frank,

an easygoing, kitten-loving,

master of the Woodfired
Pizza Oven.

But before I invested
my retirement funds

into making gourmet pies,

I was Frank,

the accountant.

- Dark lord of numbers.
- Oooh.

Now, Izzy,

how do you do your taxes?

Frank, doesn't the cash register

at work just add that
automatically?

He means
income taxes, sweet pea.

You know, I give you
a W-2 every January.

Oh, yes, and I always say
thank you.

Curtis, check the IRS database
for outstanding warrants.

Excuse me. Um, do you
even track your spending?

Oh, no, of course I do.
I have a whole system.

Oh, I even brought it.

Shoe boxes for shoe receipts.

And then the takeout box is
full of all the delivery orders.

And...

You know, I think
that's just recycling.

Okay, uh, uh,
before we learn how to budget,

we're gonna learn
a new sentence, kitty cat.

"I can't afford it."

You can say it.
"I can't afford it."

- I don't wanna say that.
- Come on, Izzy, you agreed.

- Can I have a bathroom break?
- Later.

I...

can't...

afford...

It's a start,
and we'll work on it.

Okay.

You really did get
the best spot.

I'm strategic.

Can't leave these things
to chance.

Ah, practical life motto.

I go after what I want,

trying to be a good example
to Izzy.

Uh-huh, is that why
you're doing this?

What do you mean?

The psychologist in me wonders

what you're getting out of this.

Helping my sister.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

After doing
a thorough evaluation

of Izzy's current inventory...

Oh, not my bridesmaid's
Cabo dress.

She said we'll wear it all
again.

I've been through
four boyfriends in those jeans.

Those are my custom-made
roller skates.

Classic.
In a retro way.

- We keep.
- Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Those are working clothes.

Those would be great on working
women. They'd get a leg up.

Mermaids don't have legs.

One woman's trash is another
woman's Halloween costume.

I'm focusing on maximizing
our ROI.

I won't wear camping clothes.

ROI means return on investment.

I still won't wear
camping clothes.

I motion rebranding Izzy in
affordable, classic clothing.

Ooh, I second.

Wow.

All of this was
in your car trunk?

Sample sale rejects.
Budget-friendly designer.

Budget-friendly...

- Is this a real...
- Yes.

Welcome to my world.

Ooh.

The show will now begin.

- Oh.
- Oh!

Ah, look at you, Izzy.

Izzy, looks fantastic.
Oh my God, how fabulous.

Izzy, you,

you look beautiful.

Okay, today we are whiteboarding
Izzy's new career prospects.

- Take it away, Frank.
- Thank you, Megan.

I present Izzy's career options.

Are you even interested
in these fields?

Uh, esthetician sounds fun.

Oh, I fainted
during ear piercing.

Well, let's brainstorm careers
that don't involve needles.

Izzy, larger question.
What's your passion in life?

Work should bring you joy.

Nope, she's had enough
joy. That's why we're all here.

Uh, Curtis, would you mind

reading back the minutes
from our first meeting

about Izzy's goals?

- "I wanna afford nice stuff..."
- That-that's enough.

- Iz, is that still true?
- Yeah, yeah.

Okay, let's work
backwards from there.

Okay, here we go.

There is no money
in ear piercing.

Half the people in my gym think
that they're also yoga teachers,

and I am not even addressing
clown school.

We need to work with
Izzy's core competencies,

so I drew up a resume.

Curtis, if you could please?

This is what will get Izzy
the dream job.

"Most recent job,
senior provisions courier,

Frank's Woodfired Pizza?"

I upscaled it a little.

"Branding sales associate,

Nation One Health Services."

Hm, I handed out sunscreen
at Coachella

once and got a free ticket.

Aren't these kind of a stretch?

Yeah, well, they're kind of
a stretch that worked.

My recruiter friend Yuki
just got Iz

an interview this Thursday
to be the receptionist

to a new art gallery.

Well, I don't know
anything about art.

Oh, don't worry, honey,
nobody does.

No. Okay, Frank will go over
interview techniques with you.

Next action item,

Izzy's social media makeover
is complete.

- That's nice.
- Oh, that's so pretty and clean.

Megan had me scatter in
some socially relevant

inspirational quotes.

There's a Marilyn Monroe.
Goddess.

"Give a girl
the right pair of shoes

and she can conquer the world."

Oh, come on.

Marilyn Monroe was the most

fake-quoted woman in history.

- Says who?
- Bette Midler?

- The one who said that?
- What?

"Hocus Pocus 2?"

- Okay.
- "What Women Want."

The point is,
it's inspirational.

And clearly getting a lot of
likes. Double tap.

Yes!

So Izzy doesn't know
we're coming?

As head of operations oversight,

I'm leading this unscheduled
field trip

to check on compliance.
Incognito.

In secret?
I don't know.

Trust is a cornerstone
to a relationship.

True, but with any kitten
I rescue,

I consider the soul
behind the meow.

Frank, you contain multitudes.

I can't believe I'm about to see
my handiwork at work.

Izzy did land this job
on her own.

What do you mean, with my fake
resume or Frank's coaching?

Give her a little credit.
I'll get it.

- Oh. After you.
- Here. You first.

- Why are you making this weird?
- Because I can.

Just let a guy
open the door for you

with no strings attached.

Hi. Thanks for coming.
If you like anything...

Hello, Artist Community Gallery.

- Okay.
- Uh-huh.

No, mm-mm,
that one is sold. Mm-hmm.

- There she is.
- Ah, a receptionist in the wild.

Yeah, you know what?
Maybe we'll get another.

No, yeah, no, that's
not how it works, is it?

Okay.
All right, we'll talk later.

- Thank you.
- Hmm.

I don't care about
whatever this is, but these

colors would look great on Izzy.

You know, I bet
if I could do her colors,

I bet she's a spring.

- You're in my spot.
- What?

Possession is 9/10ths of the
law. Move it, tiny.

I could do that.

Wait. Could I do that?

I mean, what even is this?

It's art.
Someone's life dream.

Hmm.

I admire the embracement
of vacuous space

and uncertainty here.

Note to self, explore this theme

in a series of calzones.

Hm. Hello, here.

Megan?

- Ooh.
- Megan?

- Mom?
- What is going on here?

Oh, sweetheart, here I was,

so worried
that your social media

had been hacked by A.I.

But, no, this, uh, this looks
like it's the real deal.

Abort mission. We've been
compromised. I repeat, abort.

This outfit.
Izzy, wow.

That is not your usual
mix-and-match coordinates

from the mall. It's gorgeous.

Is it real designer?

Yeah, no, it actually is,
believe it or not.

Uh, mom,
what are you doing here?

- Well, what are you doing here?
- What are you both doing here?

I was tracking Izzy on her phone

because I don't know where
you've been lately.

You certainly do go to some
empty office building a lot.

Uh-huh,
those are the Lilypadd offices,

and they hold
sample sales there.

- Hmm.
- Which explains Izzy's new look.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

And a new job, apparently.

Mom, what did you
mean by tracked?

I put the Family Scan app
on Izzy's new phone.

It's just a silly GPS thing.

Of course, Ken,
he thinks I'm a worrywart.

But like Sally Field,
"Not without my daughter."

Aw.
Mom, you track us?

No, not Megan.

Unless you want me to,
sweetheart.

No, I don't.

Uh, mom, we should probably let
Izzy get back to work.

Well, what about dinner?

I mean, your poor baby sister,
she's got to eat.

I'm buying.

I'm sorry. Have we met?

Uh, Dominic Hayes.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- Oh. You two are together.
- No.

- I'm a fellow art lover.
- Megan, he's adorbs.

Maybe we should all just
go to Monsieur Frog's Bistro.

Oh, and, Izzy, you forgot

our appointment,
so I just came here.

Mom and I have this, uh,
tradition

where we go to bridal boutiques
and we try on dresses

and drink free champagne.

Uh-huh. What? Oh, you can't tell
me that's real.

- It is if you're engaged.
- But why?

Can't a mother dream?

I mean, you girls are
not getting any younger,

and I want grandchildren.

- Uh, bu...
- I...

- Yes, you should definitely...
- Right. Uh, you know what?

Sorry, mom. Um, I have to take
this really seriously.

Aw. Oh, uh...
Maybe...

All right, mom, we should
probably let her. Come on.

We can't see any art? That's a
very nice one, isn't it?

- It's wonderful.
- It's beautiful.

Mom, there you are.

Look, the bad news is

Izzy cannot be
your on-call play date anymore,

but the good news is
you can stop paying her bills.

Well, moms like to be
needed sometimes.

I understand, but please
stop tempting her

and sabotaging her new career.

So, Dominic,

how long have you
and Megan known each other?

- Not long. A few weeks.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, and what do you do?

Uh, please, mom,
no interrogation.

Well, excuse me for being

curious about your life, Megan.

Would be the first time.

Ah.

So, you know, I do have
that dinner rezzie.

How about all three of us
go together?

Actually, we have a whole kind
of art crawl thing happening,

so we can't make it.

It's a lovely offer, Lois.

- Little rain check?
- You betcha.

So good to see you, mom.
Get, get home safe.

Okay.

Goodbye.

Lois does not know
anything about the board,

and it has to stay that way.

- Why? She seems delightful.
- She is. She's lovely.

And she and Izzy are BFFs,
but she totally coddles her.

And apparently they go on
a weird secret shopping trip.

The fake wedding dressing
actually sounds fun.

I mean, free champagne?

Wouldn't know.
I've never been invited.

Aha.

Now, we're getting somewhere.

What does that mean?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Do not do that psychology thing

where you make me
answer my own questions,

because I am not jealous
about being left out at all.

It's understandable if you are.

Look, I think your mom
wants to hang.

This is me.

Of course it is.
Right out the front.

- Hmm.
- Let me.

Hey.

I'm fine.

Curtis, whiteboard and lights.

Our missy here is
romantically on board.

Her little ship's
tossing at the sea

because she can't find
a reliable port to drop anchor.

Okay, yeah, when you see them
bunch together like bad bananas.

Baby, you want a bow,
not a barnacle.

Let's fish for a keeper.

Way to commit
to the nautical theme.

Thanks, Frank. Al and I met
on a holiday cocktail cruise.

The ocean is
a metaphor for love.

So I motion this pearl
ditch her oyster shell

and find someone new.

I second that motion.

Time to get on the soul-crushing

dating apps.

Eh, I don't know.

I think Izzy should meet
a man doing things she loves.

You know, like traffic school
or doubling back

to get
free grocery store samples.

Yeah, but that's how she
met all the bad bananas.

Oh, yeah, not true.

Woody and I met in line at the

porta potty for Lollapalooza.

All right,
we need to get practical.

Treat finding love

like finding that one
perfect pair of jeans.

They look good, they feel good,
they're just right.

All of my online readers
swear by truelovesmatch.com.

All right, so all in favor
of online dating say "aye."

- Aye.
- Nah.

He enjoys volleyball,

camping, and making
authentic Thai food.

- Let's meet Zach!
- No!

Oh, I'm still getting lost
in his eyes.

He cut himself out from an
old photo with an ex-girlfriend.

- He's clearly not over her.
- Exactly.

It takes one second
to take a new selfie.

If there's another arm
in the photo, it's attached

to the hand he wishes
he was holding.

- Mm-hmm.
- Maybe it's his sister.

- Or a friend.
- It's not.

Bullet dodged. Next.

All right,
let's move on to Stephen.

He's a doctor who once revived

a heart attack victim
on an airplane.

Sounds promising-ish.
Let's see him.

Is that supposed to be
his niece?

- Babysitting?
- Maybe it's his own bambina.

Oh, I can't be a stepmom.

Online dating is such

a needle-in-a-haystack approach.

Right? That's why I
deleted my dating app.

Same. It's just
a big bait-and-switch.

What if we
reverse-engineered this,

figured out
what the ideal mate is?

I like your blue-sky thinking.
Let's make a list.

- Meg loves a list.
- Mm-hmm.

Like, for me,
my ideal mate has to be funny.

Yes. Sense of humor is a must.

And they should also be
at least a little bit handy.

Like, they could build
a medium-level difficulty desk.

Exactly,
like, owns an Allen-wrench

and isn't afraid of
a little DIY.

Yes. And they have to be
a basketball fan, of course.

Oh, 100%. Did you catch the game
the other night?

Legendary.

And, you know, just somebody who
you feel like

you can be yourself around.
Someone...

someone you can confide in.

Yeah, someone who
genuinely listens.

Yeah, someone who thinks

you're pretty great
just the way you are.

Can we get the boat
back on course?

I'm getting seasick.

While you two were
so cutely sidetracked

with DIY and basketball,

Izzy picked Carson, a finance
wizard who's into tennis,

Japanese whiskey,
and Taylor Swift,

but only because his nieces
twisted his arm.

And Patsy already messaged him.

Wow. Okay.

He just asked me out
for tonight.

Uh, wow. Wait, Patsy,
what did you...

Don't wanna know.

Well, that felt quick, but, uh,

all in favor of Izzy
dating Carson, say "aye."

- Aye.
- Nah.

Just don't like the guy.
Bad vibes.

- Oh, Frank.
- It's a fine option.

Professor Hayes with
a crescent wrench in the...

- Upstairs bathroom.
- Upstairs bathroom.

Hey, uh, thank you so much
for coming over to help out.

Yeah, no worries.

I was just at home grading
papers tonight anyway.

- Hmm.
- Exciting, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Almost as exciting as my night

of wine and doom scrolling.

Speaking of, uh, grading papers,

why a professor of psychology?

You really wanna know?

Yes, I do wanna know.

Well, I'm fascinated about
what makes people tick.

What motivates us.

- Why we do what we do.
- Hm.

I moved to America,
got a Ph.D. in psych,

but quickly realized I didn't
wanna be a therapist.

Why not?

I enjoy the research.

Exploring the big picture
and the teaching.

Gives me
a healthy work-life balance.

Oh, right, yeah,
like, uh, grading papers

on a Saturday night
kind of work-life balance.

Ouch.
Madame Wine-and-Doomscroll.

Wait a minute.
Uh-huh.

Your rubber gasket's shot.

Ooh, I have more of those.

Sometimes when
I'm at Hardware Hamlet,

I like to stock up.

- Yeah, me too.
- Hmm.

Here we go.
Okay.

- And...
- And...

Voila.

Oh, that is perfect. Thank you.

I really appreciate
you coming over.

I didn't think
you'd text me back.

Didn't even think you really
liked me very much.

Well, you stole my parking spot.

You cannot get over that,
can you?

Yeah, I, uh, I have to admit,

I've, um, never met anyone like
you before. It's refreshing.

You've, uh, certainly rocked me
out of my bubble.

Happy to help out.

But I am recording the game
if you, you know, wanted to...

Oh, uh, you're inviting me
to watch the game?

Well, I mean, you're
the psychology professor,

so you tell me.

Sure.

Yay!

What's here?

A surprise.

Ta-da!

- It's yours.
- What?

- Oh, no way.
- Thought you'd like it.

No, no, no, no way.
As in, I can't afford this.

- See? I practiced.
- Hmm.

Actually, you can.

Well, I technically
paid the deposit

and the first six months' rent,

but, uh, think of it as a gift

to get you out of that
roommate situation.

Plus, if you stick to the budget

that we drew up for you,
you absolutely can afford it

with this fancy new gallery job.

Okay.

I will move in
under one condition.

Mm.

- Lunch with mom.
- No.

Why not?
You are too hard on her.

I'm not too a-anything
on her, Iz. I'm not.

Okay, well I miss her
and I think

if we do spend a little time
with her, then

maybe she wouldn't try to track
me down like she did before.

Okay, that's fair.

Oh, and you guys
can meet my new man.

Do you mean Carson?

- Izzy, that's very fast.
- We've been out twice.

You know, Carson talks
a lot about work

and you know I know
it's very important

because I don't understand
a word he's saying.

That's not true, Iz.

- No, it is. Wait till you see.
- Okay.

What I mean is
Izzy, you're very smart.

I got a negative on my SAT.

I didn't know that was possible.

When you don't show up, it is.

Okay, anyway, I am very much

looking forward
to meeting Carson.

It's really good to meet someone

who opens your world up.

- Oh...
- Yeah.

- Who is he? Tell me.
- I didn't...

Tell me, tell me, tell me.

Uh, oh, my God.

- Is it Dominic?
- How?

It is Dominic.

- It-it-it is so cute.
- "Cute?" Is it cute?

- Yes, that he's into you.
- I don't...

I mean, how can you tell?

When was the last time
you've dated?

I remember high-waisted jeans

were coming back into style.

Oh...

Anyway, he did kind of
come over the other night.

Oh, way to go, sis.

- Fixed my shower.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

Anyway, I thought we were
talking about you and Carson.

- I can't wait to meet him.
- And you will.

At lunch. With mom.

Hmm. Hmm.

Thirty George Washingtons
for a cheeseburger.

Izzy knows to meet
us here, right?

- Yes. Yes.
- And not Monsieur Frog's Bistro?

Yes, Mom.
Carson made the reservation.

Does he think we're paying?

Honey, did you bring
the airline miles credit card?

- Dollywood, here we come.
- Don't worry.

Izzy says it's his treat
and that this guy makes bank.

Oh. Well, when did
you talk to Izzy?

Um, I can't remember exactly,
but it was...

It did happen and it was,
it was recently-ish.

Oh, I hope this is one
of those places

that send leftovers home
in those big foil swans.

He looks chiseled out of marble.

The real stuff,
not the countertops.

Hm, I could take him in an
old school Navy pull-up contest.

I am good.

Everyone, this is Carson.

Izzy told me all about you.
Ken, Lois, Megan.

Sit, sit.

So, how did you two meet

and why didn't I know
anything about this before?

Because they, uh,
met online, right, Iz?

Yep. It's a True-love's-match.

- Oh.
- See what I did there?

So clever.

And "Carson,"
that is a handsome name.

So, what is it that you do

besides belong
to an elegant club?

- Hedge fund manager.
- Oh, manager.

Now that sounds very official.

Uh, how about I order us all

the best dishes and we share?

- Okay.
- Okay.

We will have two
of your filet mignons...

He's a little different
for Izzy.

Why?
'Cause he has a job?

Well, yes,
and he's wearing shoes.

- Very nice shoes.
- All right, and make it quick.

I'm mangry.

Wow, you have such
a good sense of humor.

And he is so smart.

Uh, Carson's teaching me
a lot about his work.

Like derivatives...

Derivatives.
That's where it's at.

I didn't know that Izzy
was interested in money.

Uh, besides spending mine.

Oh, we call it "finance,"
not "money."

Oh, well, ah, look at me.

I don't know the insider lingo.

Ken, could you hold this...

So fascinating.

My expertise is in
long-short equity strategy.

See, now what that is in
layman's terms...

Taking the long position
on a stock on the rise

and the short position
on a stock on the decline.

Hey, sounds like sister
took Accounting 101.

Yeah, actually, I'm...

- Never mind.
- Well, it's all Greek to me.

The-the Greeks did invent money.

And a salad.

Um, hey, I thought
Dominic was gonna be here.

Ooh, yes. Art Dominic.

- I liked him.
- We're just pals.

Oh, is that because you friend
zoned him with home repairs?

- Ooh, girl talk.
- No girl talk.

- Denial.
- Well, you know what?

If you girls do wanna gossip,

we could do
a three-way FaceTime.

I do it all the time
with Jill and Ronna

from the baking Reddit.

- Mm...
- Babe, before I forget.

Big client drinks tonight.

- You gonna change?
- Oh, uh...

Okay, so if it's
cocktail attire, you could wear

that green dress
from "the sample sale."

Mm, oh, uh, do you think
gold shoes or black?

Oh, uh, black for sure.

Well, I am gonna have
to check out

this "sample sale"
myself sometime soon.

Mm, mm...

Thank you so much.

- Oh, Izzy. Okay.
- I want a hug.

- Call me.
- All right, I will.

I will. I will.

Okay. Bye.

Something is going on here.

Yeah mom, Izzie finally
decided to adult.

Does this have something
to do with that

dinner party monologue
from last month?

- Mom, why would you say that?
- Wha...

New look, new job,
new boyfriend.

All without consulting me.

I just hope she's happy.

Of course she's happy.
Why wouldn't she be?

This is everything
she's ever wanted.

Is it?

Okay, what does that mean?

Oh... nothing.

Oh...

Could you just...
Yeah, I'll hold 'em.

- You just very gentle with 'em.
- Yeah, just give it to me.

- Very gentle with 'em now, okay?
- Yeah.

- See you later, Meggers.
- See ya, K-pop.

Thank you, my good man.

Bill, bill, bill...

Hmm, so many bills.

Wow, so much boring mail.

No, uh, no Carson today?

Oh, he's in Vegas for a bachelor
party for one of his bros.

- Hmm.
- Private plane.

Pricey cigars.
High stakes poker.

Sounds boring.

- Agreed.
- Hmm.

Hey, uh, Iz, are you, um...

are you happy with Carson?

Well, it's what the board
chose, right?

Uh, yeah, but that's not
really what I'm asking.

- Is that my mail?
- Well, it's not mine.

That's very 1990s.

Oh, is that a party invitation?

Let's see.

Looks like Marjorie's turning
the big seven-O.

Uh, she was my board member
at BeScheduled.

She was the only one
who I actually liked.

Well, I love a party.
Let's go.

Oh, no, Izzy, it's not
like that kind of a party.

It's gonna be, you know,
fancy champagne,

classical music, you know,
just corporate chit-chat.

Well, you had me
at "free champagne."

Izzy, first of all,
there's no such

thing as free champagne.

Why?

Look, Randall's
gonna be there, okay?

That trash basket that
ousted you from your job?

- That very trash basket.
- Well, who cares?

If Marge wants you to
be there, you should go.

No, you know what?
You're right.

I should not let Randall
dictate my social schedule.

Exactly.

So what are we wearing?

It's just wild to me that
Carson goes to this club, too.

I mean, I just can't believe
that all rich people

belong to the same one.

Certainly does seem that way.

Oh, thank you.

Izzy, you...

Izzy, you can't.

There's Marjorie.

Birthday girl, guest of honor.

- Hi, Marge.
- Hi.

Happy birthday.
Work it, girl.

Oh, sorry. Thank you.

Nice crowd.

I thought that was you, Megs.

Randall, what, ahem,
what a surprise.

Oh, you're the surprise.
You look great.

I, uh, thought you'd look
more depressed.

That's my line. Joke-stealer.

Actually, no,
I've never been happier.

And free.

Free of BeScheduled's plummeting

stock, now that Megan Moore
isn't at the helm.

Frank and me watch
the stock market.

- Good job.
- Well...

every stock has a down day.

And where have I heard
that before?

Randy, firing my sister
was a big mistake. Epic.

You and the board
might think you're

flying high but you aren't.

You wanna know why
Megan looks so great?

She's got the wind
beneath her wings.

What is this nonsense?

It's called a clapback.
Don't try to keep up.

If you'll excuse me,
I'll be, uh...

taking my leave.

Perfect.
My work is done here.

- Hmm.
- Izzie, that was incredible.

You, you really had
my back just then.

Why do you sound so surprised?

Well, I d... I don't know.

I, I haven't exactly always,
or maybe even ever,

been there for you in sisterly
backup moments like that.

Better late than never.

Let's celebrate.

Can we get some
lemon drop shots?

That sounds awful.

That's what everyone
says at first. Come on.

Do not be fooled
by their cuteness.

They're smart
and wily creatures.

I never even knew
you liked dogs.

Wait, you know we had a dog
before you were born, right?

- You did?
- Yeah.

Well, he was mostly dad's dog.

Gus, he was a Basset Hound.

Why am I just hearing
about this?

I can't believe mom
never talks about Gus.

Or dad.

She's just worried
what Ken will think,

and I think
she's probably very sad.

- What was Gus like?
- Oh, he was the very best.

He was obsessed with
the mailman.

He had these velvet ears.

Passed gas.
It would clear a room.

He sounds perfect.

He really was.

I remember when he died,

he told me this story about
how Gus had crossed over

to the other side
of the Rainbow Bridge

and how he was playing
with puppies on the other side.

I wasn't really sure if I bought
it, to be honest with you,

but I could tell it made
dad feel better,

so I went along with it.

That's sweet.

I wish I had more memories
with dad like you do.

Hey, you know I'd love to talk

with you about that stuff
like any time, right?

I'm really glad
we're doing this,

you know,
hangin' out as sisters.

Me too.

Hey, do you remember that
time we went roller skating?

Oh, how could I forget?
You taught me everything I know.

I remember being so nervous

for Leslie Parker's
roller derby-themed party,

and then look at me.
I crushed seventh grade.

Pretty much a big deal now.

I don't know what I would
have done if you didn't

teach me how to stop.

Guess who Troy Graves
and his moolah

want to meet with tomorrow? You.

Oh, that is the best news!

I told him all about your
sister-fixer project.

He loves this idea of a crowd
sourcing decisions app.

Oh, that's fantastic.

I mean, I'm still very much in,
you know,

the strategy and development

phase, but it is going so well.

I mean, the change
in Izzy's life has been unreal.

And that's what
the money people like to hear.

Go do this. It's my
finder's fee on the line.

And it's my second chance.

Thank you, Yuki.

Yes!

Ooh!

Okay...

Yada yada yada.

Okay.

Okay, so we've been
talking about the five steps

of The Psychology of Change.

Pre-contemplation,
contemplation,

preparation, action,
and maintenance.

Now, while the steps
sound like a steady

forward progression, the model
actually represents a spiral

because individuals are...

individual.

Each marches

to the beat of their own
drummer.

Recycling through the steps

is often the rule,

not the exception.

Um, okay. Read chapters 14 to 18
by next class.

Have a great weekend, everyone.

Thank you.

Auditing my
intro to Psych class?

Yeah, a little bit.

Something you said actually
stuck with me.

Do you worry that Izzy's,
you know,

kind of, destined to cycle back
through the stages of change?

- Well, do you?
- Kind of.

I mean, think about it.

Historically,
she's been a pretty...

Wait, you're doing that thing.

You're doing that thing
where you're gonna make

me answer my own
questions again.

I'm not falling for it.

Hey, uh, I actually
have some news.

I have a meeting with
a startup investor tomorrow.

Wow, congrats. That's fantastic.

Thank you.

Funny enough, Izzy M Inc.
Actually gets the credit.

The concept is
"Life coached by committee,"

except, you know,
in an app format.

- And what does Izzy think?
- Oh, I mean...

we're still in talking
concept stage.

We'll let her know when
there's something to know.

Well, a heads up wouldn't hurt.

It's early, you know.
I don't wanna jinx anything.

Besides, if it goes forward,

I'd involve
her in the development process.

So yeah, sister-sister win.

Well, if you think so,
but I think

Izzy's in this
for the sisterly bonding.

Not the business, you know,
the emotional connection.

- She thinks this is real.
- It is real.

We walked rescue dogs
the other day.

It was a very bonding moment.

- Thanks again. No more drips.
- Thanks.

You, um, you know, you could
have returned this

at the next board meeting.

Oh, I was in the neighborhood.

By way of many other,
totally unrelated neighborhoods.

- You free for dinner tonight?
- Yeah, what were you thinking?

Oh, there's a fantastic little

gourmet market near your place.

Oh, nice. You wanna have
dinner at a grocery store?

Not quite.

You did throw me
there for a minute.

I like to keep you in your toes.

Uh, Lois gave me that pan as
a gift for Christmas last year.

Cannot wait to tell
her someone used it.

I take it you don't cook.

Oh, I realized after I left
BeScheduled

that there's, kind of, a lot
of things that I don't do.

Yeah, I don't cook.
I don't meditate.

Don't really date.

But, um, Lois doesn't teach you
any beloved family recipes?

Oh, she definitely did.

They all just start with a can

of soup or some tater tots.

I mean, not that I blame her.

She was pretty busy.

She had her hands full
raising Izzy and I

by herself after our dad died,

he had a heart attack.

Um, sorry,
that's, that's brutal.

Yeah. Look.

Dad.

He looks like a good guy.

Oh, the best.
Like, best, best guy.

My mom gave me this,
so I'll always

have him close to my heart.

It's nice.

It's kind of crazy
to think about it.

Just overnight, Lois
was a single working mom

of an incredibly willful toddler
and a very grumpy teen.

I remember being just so mad.

I was so, so mad that
my dad had died.

What a stupid reaction, right?

Uh, seems like a totally
normal adolescent reaction.

Yeah, I remember just kind of
wanting to push everyone away.

It just seemed easier somehow.

- And safer?
- Yeah.

I just didn't wanna
talk about it.

Figured it wouldn't
change anything.

I remember kind of pretending
to process everything.

I... wanted them to think
I had everything under control.

Wanted to think that you could
work things out your own way.

Self-reliance is kind of
my superpower.

'Cause you like doing things
on your own.

Put it this way.

I was already away at college

when my mom met Ken,

and, uh, Izzy was
still in grade school.

So they formed their own little
family unit,

and I forged my own path.

And an impressive path, that is.

You know, it's, um, not too late
to befriend your mom.

You know, tell her how you feel.

Ugh...

I don't, um, I don't know.

This is so good. What did
you put on the chicken?

Don't think I didn't notice
you just changed the subject.

Well, I wouldn't
ask if I didn't wanna know.

- Lemon zest.
- Mm.

But the secret?

Adding just a little bit
of paprika.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, you've cooked
everything.

You didn't have to wash
the dishes as well.

Um, look, I'm an overachiever.

I do like that about you.

Well, um, goodnight.

Night.

Before I forget.

Goodnight.

Going and going and going,
and so,

I told Miller,
"I'll eat you alive for lunch

if you mess with
my performance compensation

with your soft turtle rates."

Actually, I'll order for myself.

I've got it. You just keep
bringing the gorgeous.

You bring another
fresh round of drinks.

Mm...

I looked up your sis.

High net worth.

Does she need
a financial advisor?

You know, you never
actually ask about my life.

Sure.

Can you ask your sister if
she needs a financial advisor?

Okay.
Who's adopted a kid?

Are you still using BeScheduled?

Oh, yeah.
I like the structure and order.

- You? Really?
- Yeah.

I, um, I texted you.
You didn't text back.

Yeah, I'm sorry, uh,
about the other night.

I had a really lovely time,
but, um, it was unprofessional.

It's totally against the board
of director bylaws.

You know those bylaws
are made up, right?

Yeah, by me.
I take them very seriously.

Do you ever not get too
much inside your own head?

What?

My head, my rules.

I officially call
this meeting to order.

Curtis, uh,
no old business today.

Quick agenda.
New business only.

I wanna dump Carson.

I motioned we do that
or whatever.

Huh? I told you so. I told you.

Izzy, well,
I thought you liked Carson.

Well, you never did.
Why do you want me to?

It's a valuable
performance metric.

That's not really a way
to describe someone.

Do you guys know that
Mondays happen every week?

Like, every week.
They just keep happening.

You know, when I show up to
the art gallery at 9 a.m.

and my life is just
a constant snooze button,

and I answer boring phone calls,
and I have a boring day,

and I scroll
boring social media.

I'm sorry, Jila, but it's true.
Yeah.

And, and then meanwhile,
all my friends are just,

you know, livin'
their best lives,

crashing yacht parties,
and getting sunburned

at music festivals, and just
making questionable decisions.

Really cool things that
I am not allowed to do, so...

Okay, Izzy, those
are just future regrets.

Well, my past future regrets
were good stories, okay?

- Not, like, "fixing a shower."
- What? Mm...

Fixing a shower? I'm so lost.

D-day one, we all agreed

to keep Izzy's best interests
front and center,

so let's open discussions
on Izzy's proposals.

These are not proposals.
These are complaints.

Either way, we debate
the pros and cons.

And put things to a vote.

- Robert's Rules of Order, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Right, which we will do
when we reconvene,

but I have to go
because I have an appointment.

- No, no.
- What kind of appointment?

There's nothing
on your calendar.

It's an emergency.
It's a root canal.

I will see you when we
reconvene on Monday.

I mean, does it hurt?

Who wears a chic
wide-leg pantsuit

to a root canal?

My father is still stuck in the
fossil fuels of last century.

Well, Mr. Graves,
those fossil fuels

got you some pretty sweet
office space.

I think the future
is connectivity.

I agree. I am all about
in-person connectivity.

No, no, no, no. Like...

- Connecting through our phones.
- Right.

Yuki said you're
spearheading a whole

life transformation
for your own sister.

Uh, how does that work exactly?

Drawing upon my time at
BeScheduled,

I assembled a skilled
board of directors.

The mission?
A total reorg of Izzy's life.

Now, committees
were formed to impact

every bucket of her life.

Career, relationship,
appearance,

and the same can be true
for subscribers to our app

using their contacts.

Wow.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, please.

You're a regular here?

No, not really.

It just, just kind of seemed
like a good idea.

Neutral territory. Mm, um...

About the other day,
I, I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too. I, um...

I shouldn't have
said what I did.

About getting so much
in my own head?

Yeah, like, I totally
understand,

I'm a complete headcase,
you know?

Sorry, one moment, one second.

Yeah, yeah.
Hi, this is Megan.

What?!

The... the police?

Yes, yes, of course.
I will be right there. Bye.

That was
Izzy's apartment manager.

Apparently, she threw
a little party.

Oh, well, it sounds like a good
one if the cops were called.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

No, no, no,
not the throw pillows.

- Hello?
- Come on in.

Oh!

Izzy!

What, what has happed here?

Oh, a party.

Yes, I can see that. What?

- Who-who is this?
- Oh, I'm Woody. Short for Woody.

- Street art ex-con?
- Um, I can hear you.

Ugh, I know, I told you
I was done with Carson.

I couldn't listen to
one more word about

arbitration or gross exposure.

So you thought you'd just
throw a little soiree

to celebrate
your newfound singlehood?

Actually, no, this is to
celebrate that I quit

my gallery job.

Without consulting
anyone on the board?

Izzy, you agreed.
This was your idea.

And then you invited
your weird friends over

to trash your apartment.

This has been so hard, Meg.

Izzy, once again,

you have made a gigantic mess,
and you just expect

someone else to come in
and clean it up.

I thought that you had changed.

- Whoa, just wait a second.
- What?

Don't you think you're being
just a little hard on Izzy?

Uh, Izzy is backsliding
or regressing,

or wh-whatever the term is.

All of our hard work,
poof, it's gone.

Well, maybe Izzy's just being
true to her own nature.

Well, yeah. So then what was the
point of this entire experiment?

Granted, this whole thing
was a life makeover for Izzy,

but... you know it's become
bigger than that.

Do you wanna get some dinner?
I can cook.

- We can talk some more.
- I'm sorry.

I just don't feel like I'm very
good company right now.

Would it be okay if we
talked after the next meeting?

Yeah, of course, um...

I can wait till then.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi. So, uh...

What happened?

Troy wants to jump right into
the analysis

and planning stage
of app development

with you taking charge.

His lawyers are already
talking finances and budget.

Wow. I mean, that is, that
is, that's just really fast.

You know, I haven't even
had a chance

to tell Izzy about this yet.

Well, you better fill her
in or the press release will.

Okay, um, Yuki,
I feel like maybe

I should probably tell
you that the, uh, Izzy M. Inc.

Experiment kind of,
kind of imploded.

Nope. Not listening.

I don't wanna hear
how the inspiration

for the app is a dud.

Be psyched, girl boss.
New chapter.

All right.

New chapter.

- Thanks.
- Hey, guys.

So, uh, before we start,
I have news.

And, uh, it's kind of big,
so, uh...

I'm just suddenly feeling
like I've missed something.

What's going on? Izzy?

Izzy, what is happening?

What? Why are you...

How could you betray me
like this?

What?

- Curtis, what?
- She doesn't know, does she?

I'll, do the honors.

"Entrepreneur Troy Graves
is partnering

with startup hotshot
Megan Moore to develop

a revolutionary life coach
by committee app."

- I...
- Quote...

"Megan brings unprecedented

skill to the creation
of this product,

just as she did with
her unorthodox approach

of applying the principles
of business

to successfully overhaul
her own sister's life."

Press release goes on
the list of some examples

of how the app can
capitalize on them.

And they use Izzy's
full name, too, which is wrong.

You guys,
I-I very much understand

that this looks really bad,

but please, let me explain.

The press release was
really not supposed

to come out this soon. It should
not have mentioned you.

But listen,
when I tell you about this,

you're gonna be excited.

- Excited?
- Yeah.

No, you used me.

Izzy M. Inc., this board,

the whole thing was just for
your own career resuscitation.

No, n-n-not even close.

I-Izzy, the-the whole
investor thing

of it all, that started
after we began.

This has always been
about helping you.

Helping me or helping
me become you?

My whole life,
I looked up to perfect Megan,

but she didn't even know
I was there.

I just got left behind.

I was left behind.

You always had Mom.
You had Ken.

You know, mom would always say
that, "Oh, we don't gotta worry

about Megan. She's got a good
head on her shoulders."

Oh, really?
Mom said that?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Figures.

And what does that mean for me,
huh? That I'm the screw-up?

'Cause maybe I should
just own it.

Izzy, I had no idea.

Of course not, because up until

a few months ago,
we barely spoke.

Are you embarrassed of me?

No. No.

Because I thought that this
whole experiment would...

bring us together
and make me more like you

and that I would
fit more into your bubble

a-and, like, you would like me.

Of course I like you.
Who wouldn't like you?

Yeah, but you know what
I learned through all this?

I might be a disaster,
but I'm a happy disaster.

Megan, all you care
about is being perfect

and on schedule and making sure
you have everything right,

but you don't even know
what happiness feels like.

But I know that doesn't
really matter to you

because, um, you're on top now

as a big CEO.

What does it matter about
the casualties along the way?

I'm sorry. Okay?

I just...

- I'm sorry.
- Yoo-hoo! Anyone in here?

- Oh, Mom.
- I do love the little...

designer bargain.

Oh, is this the "sample sale?"

Oh.

Patsy, what are you doing here?

Frank? Megan, what is goin' on?

Izzy can fill you in, mom.

And, uh, I resign
effective immediately, so...

Um, Curtis, maybe you...

Right.

Megan?

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, it's okay.

Izzy?

I tried to stay mad,
but my mom wisely said

"To err is human,
to forgive, divine."

I don't think Beverly came up...

Oh, she sent over
a fresh batch of booch.

Come in.

I, uh, really screwed up,
didn't I?

Pretty much.

So what happened after I left?

Board's dissolved.
Experiment over.

I-I did get to hang out
with Lois, though.

Can't believe she didn't try
to take over.

- It's, uh, kind of Lois's M.O.
- Izzy didn't want her to.

Oh, man, I just,
I really messed up with Izzy.

I have no idea how to make
this up to her.

- Can't help you there.
- Mm...

Hey, um...

I have some other kind of bad
news, which is that I...

I decided not to take
Troy Graves' money.

It just didn't feel like
the right thing

to do anymore. I-I'm sorry.

Oh, I wasn't coming
with you anyway.

Wha-what? Wh-why not?

You weren't the only one
secretly taking meetings.

Curtis!

I got a social media job
at the Initiator Press.

You're...

That's wonderful.

I'm so happy for you.

Good job, Curtis.

So what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

But you know what?

I am overdue doing this.

Buh-bye, BeScheduled.

Izzy's right.
I am the tragic one.

I've been so busy
trying to have control

over absolutely everything
that I...

I haven't been living.

Well, like my mom always says,

"You need to go find
your smile."

Curtis, your mom...

Curtis, your mom's right.

She always is.

Yeah.

We should have told you, mom.

Well, I knew something
was goin' on.

- I call it "Mom-tuition."
- Right.

Believe me, I was happy
that you girls

were spending time together,
but I didn't know

you formed a corporation
and were having board meetings,

which is a very
clever idea, actually.

I'm just a little sad you didn't
want me to be a part of it.

I'm sorry, mom, I am.

I do know what it feels like
to be excluded.

Honey, I never meant for you
to feel left out of the family.

You just always seemed like
you didn't need us.

- That's not true.
- Megan...

You're so together,
whereas Izzy is...

- Izzy.
- I know.

And I know how you must
have thought

I was playin' favorites.

But I... love

each of my girls equally.

Thank you, mom. I, uh...

Yeah, I think I actually
did need to hear that, so...

Um, I-I miss dad.

I do too.

And by the way, I do know that

you were just doing the best
you could with Izzy.

I-I get that now.

And you were doing
the best you could

with your board
of directors thing.

Yes, but really, I think
I was just trying to become

a version of you, just swoop in,
try to fix everything, and...

Well, we're fixers no more,

because little baby bird Izzy
has flown the nest.

- Really?
- Yeah.

She's still not really
speaking to me.

Well, I told her you weren't
doing the app anymore,

but she does still have that
voodoo doll in her bedroom.

Looks remarkably like you,
actually.

She's very talented
when she's mad.

She did sign up for a yoga
teacher training course,

and she's studying to
get her esthetician license.

- She did pass ear piercing.
- Wow.

She's giving herself options.
That's very smart.

Yeah.

And she missed her friends

in that nutty home
she was in before.

So she negotiated herself

out of that new apartment lease

if she promised to
clean it up and she did.

- Wow.
- Woody helped her paint, and...

your art friend Dominic,

he fixed a cabinet door.

- God, he is so handy, that man.
- Mm-hmm.

I didn't realize that Izzy and
Dominic were still in touch.

Yeah, it seems so.

Izzy said the whole board is
still friends.

That's good.

And Izzy is not getting
back together with Woody.

- Goodness.
- After the whole...

Carson thing, she decided
to go boy sober for a while,

and she's dating herself.

Like, that's gonna get
me grandchildren.

- Mom!
- I'm kidding.

I can joke, you know.

Oh, I know.

Oh, look at this.

- She looks great.
- Well, yes.

But look,
her feet aren't on my couch.

She's found her own path.

About time.

Hey, I was thinking,

after this, we could...

maybe go on a mother-daughter
bonding experience.

Mm...

Oh, you look beautiful.

- Thank you, mom.
- Here.

Okay.

You know, there's so many
other ways to have champagne.

For example,
we could go somewhere,

and I could buy you some.

Please let me
live out my fantasy

of being mother of the bride.

Okay, fine.

- Oh.
- All right, all right.

You got me. I admit it, I guess
this is kind of fun.

Only because of how weirdly
happy it makes you.

You know, I really like
that Dominic fella.

Yeah, I really did, too.

It's just one of the many
things I've screwed up lately.

Hey, Mom?
Mm-hmm?

I'm having an idea about Izzy
and her upcoming birthday.

It involves getting
the gang back together

and a whole lot of apologizing
slash explaining

that I have to do.

- Okay.
- Mom, dad, where are we?

- Here we go. Oh...
- Okay.

Surprise!

You guys, this is better

than anything
I could've ask for.

Oh, it wasn't us.

It was all Megan.

Happy birthday, Izzy.
Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

I can't believe it.

Oh!

- Oh, my God!
- Hey! Happy 30th, Iz!

- Hey!
- How? What are you doing here?

What's up? Happy birthday!

Oh, my goodness. Hi!

- Wow!
- Happy birthday!

I haven't seen you guys in so...

Hi. Oh...

- Hi.
- Hey.

I, uh, I know you love a party.

It just seemed a lot more,
you know,

like you, the surprises and all.

I-I owe you a really
big apology.

I do. Because I, uh...

I tried to change you,
and I absolutely

never should have done that.

Izzy, you have the biggest
heart, and, uh...

I just hope that there's
still room in it for me.

Uh, well, I did
come to you asking

for my life to be transformed
before my 30th birthday.

And it is.

Just... maybe not the way
either of us imagined.

Right.

And I hope you know that
you changed my life, too.

Oh, yes, I know. You don't
have a big stick up your...

Was gonna say I learned
to live a little.

Mm-hmm.

I love you just the way you are.

I love you.

Oh, okay.

Can we have
lemon drop shots now?

Yes.

Let's invite mom.

- Oh! Okay.
- All right, you take that one.

- All right. Okay.
- Okay, bring it in.

- Mmm.
- Here's to Izzy's birthday.

Thank you, girls.

I'm just so proud of my
girls, even though it wasn't

a very conventional route
to family togetherness.

Has anything about this
family ever been conventional?

Oh, now that you mention it, no.

You ladies keep me on my toes.

I wouldn't trade it
for the world.

Mm...

So I have this credit card now,
and it gives you 2% back.

You spend the money, and then
they give you some money back.

I'm like, what?
I'm gonna save that money.

I'm gonna take it.
I'm gonna use it to go to Peru.

I'm gonna see these llamas.
I'm gonna sleep with the llamas.

You know what? There's
so much to share with you.

I'll tell you back
at the house, okay?

Bye, roomie.

- Hey.
- Oh, hi.

Hey, so, uh, I invited Dominic.

I was sure he would
show up for you.

Oh, he has shown,
but I think it's for you.

What?

- Happy birthday, Iz.
- Oh, thanks.

Sorry, I'm late.

My, uh, schedule's been all
screwy this week.

I had to switch lectures with a
colleague.

Of course. I just didn't
think you were coming.

And miss this? Never.

I made a mistake. You warned me,
and I didn't listen.

- I think you served your time.
- So you're not mad?

It wasn't in my place
to be mad at you.

I was always the independent
director on Izzy's board.

I'm sorry I went so hot
and cold, and then I

pushed you away.
Just a terrible force of habit.

I know.

And now?

Come with me.

You know, I never really
understood

that John Lennon quote.

I think it's from
when he was young,

and they were asking him
what he wanted

to be when he grew up,
and he said,

"I just wanna be happy."

I think I get it now.

- Goldie Hawn said that.
- No, she didn't.

She-she did. It's, it's okay.

So, what's next?

Uh, it seems like we're dancing.

- I meant with work.
- Oh, well...

I'm going to partner with Curtis

and his mom and take her
kombucha brand nationwide.

And then what?

I don't know.

I just wanna be in good company.