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♪ I've been grindin' all day ♪

Mnh. God, I'm gonna go down
a full shoe size after this.

Whew!

♪ Tryin' to be
the greatest of all time ♪

Yeah, not bad.

-Hola!
-Hey!

-Hi! Hello!
-Hola.

I was just cleaning up
my bunions.

I think that's actually
a callus. Right, girl?

It's staring at me.

It's really good
to see you, though.
You too!

-Man, I love when you come here.
-Oh, me too.

-Mwah! Mwah!
-Ah!

Love seeing you.
Mwah!

-Mwah!
-Oh.

So many kisses.

Oh, my gosh. Hello.

Missed you.You too, baby.

Look. I brought you some
hydrangeas from my garden.

-Flowers?! In a vase?!
-Mmm!

New Jersey Hydrangeas!
Hello!

Okay, what are you guys
up to today?

'Cause I could really use
some help tackling my ingrowns.

It's honestly
a three-person job.

I would love to. I would.

But we're going actually
to the Javits Center

to see a big car show.What?!

Here we come!
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom!

Ah, so I'm gonna go change.
Feel free to chill here.

No peeking, okay?
Go away.

Johnny, would you be a pal
and towel me up?

I'm a little raw!
Yeah.

Whoa! Watch out!

You got to use the tongs
so you don't burn yourself.

-My feet are raw, girl. Yikes.
-Ahh.

-There you go. Yeah.
-Thank you.

Okay, so,
how's it freakin' going?

Really good. I actually
just redid my kitchen.

But isn't your landlord gonna,
like, wreck you for that?

Goodbye Credit Karma
or whatever?

I own my apartment,
so I think I'll be all right.

That is so insane.

I forgot-slash-didn't really
know that was an option.

You are so mature and adult.
I love you two together.

Ooh!
And I love that outfit!

-Look at you!
-Gracias.

No, it's just
an old handkerchief

I found lying around.

That old thing?

You know, Jaimé, I'm, like,
smelling something funky.

I feel like the apartment smells
funkier than usual in here.

Mi amora,
I don't mean to be mean,

but I think it's your
disgusting feet.

-Okay.
-Like, I can taste it.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

And I don't want you guys
to be scared to come back.

It's gonna -- My tootsies
are gonna be fresh to death

by the time you get back,
if you choose to come back.

Okay. Give me a squeeze.
I'm gonna go.

-All right. Mwah!
-Love you, baby.

-Have fun at the show.
-Mm, bye.

Mwah! Mwah!
Mwah! Mwah!

Mwah! Mwah!
Mwah! Mwah! And...

♪ 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 ♪

Lisa: Okay, folks, let's talk
about this month's aesthetic.

As you know, the theme is...

birds...again.

Um, the window
has to be awesome.

It wants to make the customer
feel like they can just walk in

and maybe, as they get in here,
they might just take flight.

I think we should start
with a huge bird on the back.

I think that could be
our feature,

and we can just
pull it all --

Oh, totally!
I love that idea!

Ti-- It's timeless.
And -- and timely.

Time's Up, right?

Anyway, I happen to have an idea
for next month's window display,

and I was like,
"I should share it!"

This is, like, a cool
corporate environment

where I should share my ideas
when I get them, right?

So, I've been
really inspired lately

by Gershwin's
"Rhapsody in Blue."

It would be, like,
a great way to, like,

really tribute
classic New York City.

Like, we --Ma'am, where can I
find that shirt?

Okay, you can call me "miss,"
and this guy right here

is gonna be around the corner
at the bottom of the stairs.

But if you hit the vanity
made of vintage teacups,

you've gone too far.

Okay, so, picture
this display, right?

It's a beautiful cityscape
made of instruments.

I -- I think
that it would be

a really incredible way
to show the melody of the city.

Ma'am, where can I
find the, um...

...the smelly sticks?

Mm. You can call me "miss."

And you call the smelly sticks
"sage smudging wands,"

and they're gonna be
over there in the corner,

right next to the robin's nest
Caucasian headdresses.

I would be honored
to lead this project.

You're not ready yet.
Just doesn't happen overnight.

Plus, you're an amazing
sales associate!

I c-- I can't afford to lose you
from the floor.

Okay. Yeah.

-Okay?
-Thank you.

I'm gonna go sa--
I'm gonna go sell.

-Great sales associate.
-Love it.

Yes. Right.
As I was saying...

Ooh.

Aaaah!

-Hey.
-Hey.

Dude, thank God.
Thank God you're here.

-What is going on in here?
-Okay.

A long time ago,
I promised Jaimé I would
never enter his room.

Okay, wait. Sorry.

The whole time that
you've lived here,

you've never gone
in Jaimé's room before?

Correct.
He asked me not to,

so I wasn't about to be another
greedy-ass white person

who thinks they're owed
dominion over every single
brown person's territory.

Who do you think I am,
some sort of Christina Columbus?

No, no, I --
I don't think that.

Okay, but then today
I smelled a smell so bad,

it was the stench of death.

And I just had to
look in his room.

And that's when
I discovered...

What?

Dude, what did you discover?

Okay. I need to warn you.
It's really, really bad.

Like, have you ever seen
"American Psycho"?

-Yeah.
-Or "Sicario"?

No, I didn't see that.

Or Matt Damon try to talk
about sexual assault?

-'Cause this is worse.

Jaimé is a hoarder.

Bomp-bomp,
boww-oh-wooooowwwwww!

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ Heads up ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ Heads up ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

Ilana, I think
I found the source!

Whew! Ugh!
Ugh. I smell it.

-Okay, now I know he's crazy.

I mean, who doesn't finish
an everything bagel

with cream cheese?

Okay, Abbi, we don't
call people "crazy"

'cause it stigmatizes
mental illness.

Yeah, okay.

Maybe he meant to finish it,
but then it fell behind...

this tube of rocks?

-Oh, my God.
-But he didn't notice the smell?

Abbi, denial ain't
just a river in, um...

He's in denial.

♪ Back it up, back it up,
back it up, back it up ♪

♪ Back it up, back it up,
back it up, back, heads up ♪

Oh, God. I could not have
done this without you.

Thank you so much for
leaving work for this.

Yeah, it's not like
they even need me there.

I told Lisa about the
window-display idea,

and she was like,
"You're just not ready."

Ugh! She cannot
talk to you like that.

She's not the boss of you.

I mean, she literally is the
boss of me. She's my boss.

Wait.

It is, like, so cuckoo

that Jaimé kept all my psych
textbooks from college.

-Yeah.
-Like, what?

Oh, my God. Hoarding.

Okay.

"A person who suffers
from hoarding experiences

extreme distress

at the thought of discarding
of their valued items."

-Uh, doy-ee!
-Got it.

Make you buy the book.
Duh! We're, like...

We -- We know.

All right. I'm gonna skip ahead
to the, uh, treatment section.

Okay, yeah, let's see
what they have to say, huh?

"Treatment -- absolutely never,
ever, under any circumstances...

m-move the hoarder's
possessions without them."

Oh.

-All right. Think it matches?
-Close enough, right?

So good you took
this photo, dude.

Oh, my God, I needed to.
My mother lives for this shit.

Whenever she's on a diet
and needs to stop herself

from eating, she just
Googles hoarder photos.

Loses her appetite
immediately.

Hi. What? Hello.

Welcome.

Jaimé, Johnny,
please take a seat.

Okay.
Hola,Abbi.

Hi. Hey.

-Wait. I think I'm gonna go.
-No!

You helped me decorate
my whole office.

You don't want to see
the magic happen in it?

Okay, listen, I thought
that I could do this,

but when my parents
got divorced,

I had to go through
a lot of therapy,

and this is actually
very triggering for me.

-Mm.
-I'm not good with therapy.

Okay. If you stay, you can
have some of the cheese.

Ilana.
W-What the hell is going on?

Okay, so, before we begin,
I want to assure you

I would never share
what happens in this room

with anybody
in my personal life.

But is that because, like,
most of the people

in your personal life are,
like, in this room right now?

Mm. So true.

See, we are already making some
excellent discoveries here.

I'm just gonna write this down.

Where'd you get that?
Did -- Did you go in my room?

I-I'm sorry, but this is what
I wanted to talk to you about.

That I-I know that
you're a h-hoarder.

-What?
-I'm sorry, okay?

-It -- It's okay. We love you.
-We love you.

And we just want to help.
Okay?

I had to go in your room
because I smelled

what I thought could
only be the stench of death.

But then I later discovered
it was an unfinished

everything bagel
with cream cheese,

which -- no judgment --
is way worse.

Who doesn't finish
an everything bagel?
Right?

I am not playing
this little game, okay?

And don't go
into my room again.

-Jaimé.
-Jaimé. Jaimé, wait. Hold on.

Hold on a second.
Come here.

Here, babe. It's okay.

I think it's going well.

-Really good.
-Yeah.

Mmm.

Hold on. Ilana, are you
using the same cheese grater

on the cheese that
you're using on your feet?

Yeah. Okay. Let's dig in.
Welcome back.

Okay, but just so you know,
it's not that

I'm not still mad
about you going into my room.

Not cool. Very not cool.
-Totally not cool.

I'm glad that you're
honoring your instincts.

And good for you
for setting boundaries.

I just want you to
explore your feelings

in a judgment-free zone,
okay?

This is a safe space.

Well, not literally safe.

How about we start with
looking at the most common

causes of hoarding and see if
you connect with any of them?

Now, I don't want to
put words in your mouth,

but hoarding often develops
as a coping mechanism

for a feeling
of a lack of control.

Does that
resonate with you?

W-Well, obviously,
before I became a citizen,

you know, I was always
so anxious about my status.

And, you know, you feel
this lack of control.

Very powerless, you know?Mm.

That's really when it started
to all pile up.

Abbi: Okay, I-I'm sorry
to interrupt.

I'm still feeling very
uncomfortable in general,

and I'm also
starting to feel ill,

probably because
I've been eating cheese

that's mixed in
with your heel skin.

I'm -- I'm so sorry
that my emotions

are making you
this uncomfortable.

I love you and support you.
This is about Ilana's feet.

One moment, please.
Abbi, relax.

I put the grater in Barbicide
after I use it on my feet.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Barbicide?

Okay, so, what I'm sensing
is that the hoarding...

...provides a sense of comfort
in times of stress.

It's gotten a lot worse lately,
to be honest, and I don't...

I don't know why, 'cause I --

I really have been
so happy with you.

I know you have, babe.

You know, I often
encounter in my work

people struggling with the
duality of relationships.

You know, maybe
there's something

about this relationship,

even if it's going dopely,
that's causing anxiety.

I'm sorry, but, Ilana, do I
have to go to the hospital?

Oh, my God.

Okay, you are wasting
Jaimé's hour.

Okay? This is so unprofessional!
I'll handle it, okay?

Okay, dude,
just be honest with me.

Did I or did I not eat
your foot cheese?

What part of "I put the cheese
grater in Barbicide

before it touches the cheese"
do you not understand?

And not for nothing,
you're probably

lactose-intolerant 'cause
you're an Ashkenazi Jew.

Or maybe you didn't
know that. Okay?

And have you never sucked
on a couple toes before?

-I have sucked on toes.
-Really?

-Yeah.
-Because you're lucky, girl.

A lot of people pay good money
for my foot shavings.

They do?

Ooh! Look at these two.

Am I good, or am I good?

All right, that is about all
the time we have for this week.

Actually, we went a little bit
over, but that's okay.

I want to thank you for making
me confront my hoardiness,

because it made me see
that I was just putting it

as a barrier for the next
step in our relationship.

That's the best thing
a therapist can hear.

Mi amor,I decided
to move in with Johnny,

in his house in New Jersey.

-Yeah!
-A house!

Oh, my goodness!

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

Where the fuck is the
reverse-psychology section?!

Where is it?!
-Okay.

Jaimé, I don't like
to say "crazy,"

but you are fuckin' nuts, okay?

Moving to Jersey?! What are
you, Bruce Springsteen?!

You're like...
♪ Henh, henh, huhhhggh, eghghh ♪

But I've --
I've never done this.

So you don't even know
Bruce Springsteen?

Why would you move to Jersey?Baby, listen.

You were right -- I need to
stop self-sabotaging myself.

Now I need to take the next step
with my boyfriend.

I see -- One therapy session,
and now you're cured!

-Okay, great.
-Not a real therapy session.

Please! It wasn't.
I'm sorry. It's not.

Classic denial!
You are mental, bro!

Abbi: Ilana, can I talk
to you for a second?

Let me just talk to you
for a second over here. Okay.

If this is about
the fuckin' foot cheese,

I swear to God, Abbi...No, listen, dude.

I think you need to take
some of your own advice.

You just told Jaimé
that his hoarding problem

was due to maybe
a lack of control, right?

Yeah.I feel like that's happening
with you right now.

I mean, him moving out
is a huge deal,

and you're trying
to control him.

You have to let him
live his own life.

I said all that, huh?

Yeah, you did.

Hey, you guys. Fully sorry.
That was stupid.

-It's okay.
-It's not about me.

I am so sorry.
-Mm. It's all good.

You know, this is
right for you guys.

And you know what?
I think I've been scared

because I have been feeling
like this was coming.

Well, it's scary for me, too.

I haven't lived without you
in such a long time.

But you know what?
It's super easy. Just Montclair.

It's, like, across the pond,
you know?

Wait. Where's Mon-claya?

-It's "Montclair."
-Montclair!

Um, so, who is this
Bruce Springsteen again?

Yeah, I don't really know
his music.

-You don't know who The Boss is?
-Mnh-mnh.

What does he sound like?

Yeah.

Hey, mm, hey, he-hoo-ho ♪

♪ Hey, mm, hey, hm, hey,
hmm-hmm ♪

♪ Hey, mm, baby! ♪

-Right. I-I now get the vibe.
-You got it?

-Ah, yes.
-I get the vibe.

Hey, Johnny.
Can I ask you something?

-Yeah.
-Am I a good therapist?

Well, I'll tell you this.

No matter how wildly
unprofessional you were,

you made the space for Jaimé
to talk about his issues.

That's really all you can do
as a therapist, right?

Just make the space.

Yeah.

-Thank you so much.
-Ah, yeah.

Jaimé: Come here.
Let me show you something.

-Ilana, dude! That's it!
-What?

"Make the space." I need to make
the space in Anthropologie.

No one's gonna be like,
"Hey, Abbi, you want
to do a window display?"

No, I got to fuckin'
do it myself.
Yes!

Dude, and I can use all this
trash to, like, make the...

What was that, Abbi?
What did you call it?

Sorry, did I say --
Did I say "trash"?

I meant "precious objects."Mm.

I can use all these beautiful,
precious objects...

to make the display.

That is it!

-Yes!
-This is kismet.

Follow your third eye --
your clit.

Right. Yeah. Thank you
for making me stay, dude.

Really. It was worth it.

Even if I had to eat
your foot cheese.

It always is.

Christina, come on!

You got to let me see
my baby boy!

Of course I'm responsible enough
to be a dad!

Ohh. Christina!

-Nasty.
-Don't hang up!

Wha-- No.
You're not listening.

You're not li-- Christina!
You're not listening!

You're doing it!

This is incredible!

As per uszh -- couldn't
have done it without ya.

-Ilana.

We got to go, dude.

-Okay.
-We got to go.

-Good morning, bitch.
-Jesus!

Ilana, what?

Yeah, I guess
I got carried away.

-How do I look?
-Anthro-perfect.

Okay, Ilana,
the most important part

is that I made
the space for my art.That's right.

No matter what the outcome,
I feel completely at peace.

You motherfuckers.

This is insane. You know what?
Zoe, you're the fucking worst.

I dareyou to find
someone who can fold

a tunic sweater
better than me!

Ilana, let's go!

Whatever, dude.
They don't deserve you.

Those corporate fashion fat cats
don't know real art.

Yeah, that's true, but...
let's just get out of here.

Uhp, hold up. Let's just
take a photo real quick

in front
of your masterpiece.

For your portfolio!

-Okay.
-Come on.

Okay.
Here we go.

Oh, my God!

-What?
-Rat Bastard!

Oh, my God!
Ilana, what?!

Okay, I-I put a rodent and
hoarder trash in their window.

I think they actually made
the right call.

Damn. First Jaimé,
and now Rat Bastard.

Looks like all my roommates
are moving out.

Yo, you know what?
It's pretty badass

to be banned from every
Anthropologie in the country.

Like, not many people
can say that.

Yeah, I mean, that is true.
And you know what?

Like, "make the space"

is still, like,
exactly what I need right now.

I just need to get a day job
that pays the bills,

and then I can focus on my
artwork in my life, you know?

Make the space.

Dude, yes! I am, like,
so inspired by you.

You know, I know
I got carried away

with this whole
therapist thing,

but helping Jaimé
with his mental health

really felt, like,
right and good.

I think I might want
to, like, pursue it

as a...career thing.

Like, obviously in addition
to my Phone Wigs hustle.

Dude, you would be
incredible at that.

Are you serious?

Yes, and totally
and completely, and yes.

Ooh, my mom
is gonna flip out.

Okay, I think I might, like,
start, like, "researching,"

like, "schools"
to apply to.

Is that crazy?No, not at all.

But, listen, you
shouldn't use that word.

My therapist says it
stigmatizes mental illness.

Wait.
You have a therapist?

-You.
-Oh, my God.

We might have to
stop our sessions

because I can't be in love
with my favorite patient.

♪ Like, on the streets,
hey, hunhhh ♪

Yeah. And the shoulders.
The shoulders just go...

♪ Hunh, hey,
secret garden ♪

There it is.
There it is!