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Yeah.

The tattoo's supposed to be bigger,
but they… they ran out of ink.

That is a really beautiful tribute.

Thanks.

Thought it was a pretty cool way
to let people know my wife died.

Well, I'm glad that's out of the way.

You always a chardonnay girl?

Yeah. I always go chard on the first date

because I want the guy to know

that I… I like to party,
but I'm also an adult.

That's why, if they have
dynamite shrimp on the menu,

I always go with that,
because shrimp I think is very classy.

- Yeah.
- But dynamite…

It's like, "Whoa, whoa, whoa."

- "This guy's dangerous."
- Yeah.

Anything can happen.

- Anything could happen.
- Yeah.

Can I look at this again?

You know what? We can put this away.

You know, I don't even know
how you're here right now.

I've known about it longer than you have.

Yeah, but doesn't this kinda feel like
you're cheating on her?

Well, now it does… a little.

You know,
my daughter and I have been through a lot,

but we're doing so much better now.

- You have a daughter?
- I do, yeah.

A little girl lost her mom?

She's 18, but yeah, yeah.

She got… She got sad.

I'm sorry.

Why don't we change
the subject to something easy?

Where are you from?

- It's okay, you got this.
- I'm from…

Just name a city.

I'm from Chicago.

Da Bears.

Da Bulls.

I just can't get
over what happened to your wife.

Yeah.

Oh, no.

I'm just thinking you're
a really good guy,

and God gives his hardest battles
to his strongest warriors.

Have you ever heard that?

I'm so sorry.

How was your date?

She cried so hard she threw up.

Look, you're making strides
just by putting yourself out there.

I'm proud of you.

That means a lot.

Stop staring at me
like you were the last dog in the shelter.

- You guys ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready,

but I think Fido here might need a minute.

Why are you so afraid
of meaningful eye contact?

I'm obsessed.

I think I'm gonna mess
with dad and say I want one now.

Get knocked up by one of our sons,
I'll give you 50 grand.

You just offered
to pay a teenager for sex.

Yeah, and?

So why are you guys doing
three days alone?

We want time to bond as a family.

Whatever.

Yeah, plus Liz is here so much, we don't
want Sutton to think she's the mom,

Charlie's the dad, and I'm the sexy
rent boy keeping things fun.

No one thinks that.

You're 40.

All right.
Let's see if you're ready to fly solo.

- Yeah, let's do it.
- How do you know when her diaper's wet?

- Oh, come on. The line turns blue.
- Easy. Listen for the squish.

If you're going to brunch,
what is she gonna wear?

We are not going to brunch.

She has not been vaccinated yet.

But once she does,
it's gonna be a drag brunch,

and she's going as Lady Goo Goo Gaga.

Slay.

Okay.

I slept with Matthew's old, favorite bunny
so I can leave my scent for her.

Wait, no, no.

No stuffed animals in the crib.
She could suffocate.

That was your final test.

- You passed.
- Oh, yeah.

Pulled that one
out of my sexy, 21-year-old ass.

All right. Listen up, Sutton.

Don't forget me.

I'm being for real.

People stop me on the street
and they ask me

- about my moisture barrier.
- Oh, I believe it.

You know what I tell them?

Nothing. My glow, my business.

Now, stop trying to distract me, okay?

This is the third time I've asked you
about yourself

and you've changed the subject.
Which is a record, congrats.

Thank you.

Taking control of the last two minutes,

why do Mark and Donna say you have
a dark cloud around you?

I don't know.

I barely see Donna at work.

I mean, we don't even hang
out on the weekends anymore

'cause she's so busy with her kids.

You must miss her.

She's a work friend.

Besides, she's like ten years
older than me.

I got a best friend
who I think is at least maybe 90.

It's not a big deal.

I have plenty of other people in my life.

Look, I got my 10,000 hours doing this.

You're hiding some real pain.

I know it's your job to poke
around in here or whatever, but I'm good.

Okay, well, then what do you do for fun?

Bunch of things.

There's a cider bar, actually, around the
corner in Old Town that has bar trivia.

The guys there are, like,
dork-cute at best, but…

- Why does that make you sad?
- It doesn't.

I'm sad because our time is up,

and you finally gave me
something I can write in my notebook here.

Look, "bar trivia."

I think I got some extra time

- if you wanna talk a little more.
- Later, gator.

Oh, balls.

Hey, Gab. What's up?

Dr. Patel was supposed
to do a Q&A at my psych class tomorrow,

but she just bailed at the last minute.
Can you just fucking do it?

Yes, but that's the angriest anyone's
ever asked me for a favor.

Sorry, dude. Maya keeps brick-walling me.

You wanna take that shit outside?

Hey, I gotta go.

Not to brag,
but I'm at the doctor's office with Paul.

Hum diddly dee,
he finally fucking asked you.

I've done it,
like, a million times. Enjoy.

Okay, bye.

Why'd you wait so long
to ask me to be your appointment buddy?

'Cause you call it "appointment buddy."

That's fair.

Looks like you responded
well to antibiotics.

The UTI cleared up.

Yes! I knew it.

So, Paul,

sometimes I have patients struggling
with the emotional toll of Parkinson's.

Could I ever refer them to you?

I think it'd be helpful to talk
to someone who's also going through it.

Of course. Wait a minute. Does…

Does this mean
I'm good to go back to work?

I see no reason why you can't.

You wanna do it with me?

I actually do.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Oh, and don't forget your meds.

What is the sigh for?

It's just that these last couple weeks,
our morning walks, breakfast in bed…

Usually, I don't like it when you drink,

- and I'm not supposed to…
- Yeah.

…but you did give a whole new meaning to

bottomless mimosa.

It's been pretty nice.

You want slow mornings together
every day for the rest of our lives?

Sign me up.

But I've got four more old guys

with Parkinson's where I'm going.

So, this…

That's your kink?

Oh, yeah, baby.

It looks so much better when you do it.

Anyway, I asked for what I wanted,
like you said.

And I was so scared,
but I got the promotion.

Wally, that is amazing.

- Thanks.
- I'm so proud of you.

What a great place to end today.

But, hey,

today I want you to leave without one
of your classic "doorknob disclosures."

I want you to walk out
without vomiting out any new information,

no problems until next session.

This is a normal pace.

Hey!

Okay, but I am worried about
what I'm gonna wear my first day,

and I'm also worried
that now I'm in a position of power,

I might grab someone's butt. Okay, what?

I waited until after
I stepped outside the door to speak.

Also, mostly though, I'm worried about
this public speaking thing I have to do.

I have to give a presentation,

and I know they say to picture people
in their underwear, but I'm worried that

then I'm gonna get horny.
And when I get horny…

- Wally, hey, hey.
- …I get very sweaty, and it's--

Talk about it next week.

Yep. Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna text you later.

Hands off, you Hamburglar-ass bitch.

These are to welcome Paul back.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.

I've been thinking about Maya.

What if you shake things up a little bit?

I don't know, meet her outside the office.

Yeah, not my style.
I'm more of a boundaries girlie.

I'm not saying break the rules, Gab.

I'm just saying bend them a little.

I'm talking
five miles over the speed limit.

I'm talking
have a doughnut before Paul arrives,

and then shuffle them around
so he doesn't notice.

No to that. Even bigger no on Maya.

The GOAT is back.

- Thank God.
- There he is.

Hey, we got you doughnuts.

Welcome back.

- Thank you.
- That's so nice. Okay. All right then.

Have a great day.
Jimmy's about to guest lecture

at my class today, so we're headed out.

- See ya, bud.
- Yeah. Wait a second.

- You're both leaving?
- Yeah.

You okay?

It's just that,
you know, first day back at work.

I'm a little rusty.

- Oh, shit.
- I don't have to leave, you know.

I could probably speak
to Gaby's class next week, or…

Gotcha! Peace out, suckers. I'm fine.

"I could talk to Gaby's class next week."

Why's she still red and screamy?

- What's wrong, baby girl?
- What do you want?

Would you like $100?

Yes. Ask for more.

- I'll give you $1,000.
- Yeah.

This is funny.

I mean, it's sick.

I'm worried about you, but it's funny.

Watch this.

Bicycle her.

- What is happening?
- Tia?

What the actual fuck?

She's gassy. Bicycle her legs.

- We do it like she's riding a bike.
- Like riding a bike.

That's it. That's it. Oh, yes.

We're cycling. You're cyc--

Oh, my… Good job farting.

Oh, wait.

Thank you so much.

Damn it, Liz.
You said this was Matthew's bunny.

Calm down. You love being on camera.

I do. Send me the footage.

Bye, Liz.

Well, that was fun while it lasted.

Hey! We have visitors.

- Be cool.
- We are being cool.

Marisol, this is Derek, Liz and Alice.

What a nice surprise.

Stop it, man. You texted me like 50 times,

"I know she's over there.
I wanna meet her."

What? No.

Derek is overexcited
that Sean is finally bringing a girl home.

Full disclosure,

he is gonna be checking
your comings and goings from our deck.

- He's what?
- Don't worry.

He can't see anything

that goes on in the pool house.

Sean says that you make
an amazing cup of coffee,

and he keeps talking about
some toilet from God.

- But I feel like he's overselling that.
- You can't oversell it.

You and your butt
will not be disappointed.

- Babe, don't talk about her butt.
- I'm not describing it.

I'm just saying it will be happy.

It's Will.

- Hey, bud. What's up?
- This is fucking ridiculous.

I'm not doing this anymore, okay?

Okay, slow down. Slow… All right.

Matthew crashing here isn't working.

The place is a mess.
Peyton won't even sleep here anymore.

- There's a Peyton?
- Who's Peyton?

Nice try.

Well, have her come over
for coffee and toilet.

And just like that, you're old news.

I don't know how to do this gracefully,
but I have to check out the can.

Through there, to your left.

We will figure it out. Okay, bud?

- Love you.
- Love you.

Okay, love you too.

What are we gonna do with this kid?

- Holy shit! It warms your butt?
- Yep!

Now she's gonna wanna
sleep over all the time.

I'm pretty sure I took care of that
last night.

Are you proud of talking like that?

- Well not anymore.
- Seriously?

He's the one who's proud of it.
I'm just standing here.

Hi, Keisha, Gaby's favorite.

And I'm wondering if you'd write me
a letter of recommendation.

You've asked every guest speaker.

You have 23 letters of recommendation.

- I like you, Keisha.
- Twenty-four.

- Don't you have that same sweater?
- Oh, yeah.

I was at her house and I got chilly,
so I stole it.

I'm pretty sure she's
Single Black Female-ing me,

and honestly, I'm here for it.

Right.

No, I was just surprised

that a "boundaries girlie"
let Keisha in her house.

You're a bad boundaries girlie.

I heard it. I know, that sounded sexual.

- I'm sorry.
- Keisha is a student,

not a patient like Maya.

Why are you on my jock about her?

Gaby, you and I have always
been a tad bit competitive.

But I think maybe
that's why you're so resistant.

You're afraid that
"Jimmying" might actually work.

'Cause, you know,
"Gabying" ain't cutting it.

Okay, that's it.

Now this is happening.

Class, change of plans.

Originally, I was going to
have my colleague, Dr. Laird,

talk to you about cognitive restructuring
in a clinical setting.

But instead, I'm gonna have him
try to defend a "newish" technique

that he egomaniacally named after himself.

"Dr." Laird.

Here we go.

Jimmying.

Like gravity, iPods, JELL-O.

These were all radical ideas
until someone…

was brave enough to dream.

Yes, young dreamer?

- Isn't "jimmying" a word already?
- That's why I love it.

I am Jimmying the mind.

Why would you write that down?
He just said nonsense.

Great work today.

But never say
"I'm all about the money" ever again.

It makes me hate you a little.

- Great to have you back.
- Thank you.

No.

Yes.

A kid like Matthew
is going to have a hard time adjusting

when you stop coddling him
and challenge him to be independent.

But the main thing is,
I'm not your therapist.

All right. Fine. Your loss.

But you're gonna help me. You know why?

Because you're gonna shoot me if I don't?

No.

Because I'm giving you this.

- What are we doing here?
- You know what that is.

You're one of the only people who
hates being vulnerable more than I do.

But tough shit.

I think you're so smart
and inspiring, Paul.

And I guess I just wanted to say
I'm really grateful,

and I love you.

And you don't have to say it back,

though I'll forever judge you
if you don't.

I'll live.

I love how shiny it is.

I know. It's a good one.

I love you.

I'm gonna tell everyone
that you said that.

No one's gonna fucking believe you.

Just tell me what to do with my kid.

We had hoped that by kicking you out,
you'd find your own way.

- But you haven't.
- No, you have not.

So helpful.

But luckily, I have a new rock friend
who said we could help you.

- But we just can't do it for you.
- Yeah.

These walls had mold, but it's gone now.

You can stay here rent free.

We'll make sure you don't starve,
as long as you work.

And I mean the whole shebang.

Tiling, painting, putting up new drywall.

I don't know how to do that.

Well, that's what
Professor YouTube is for.

No, no, no.

Don't eat our broke son's candy.

You know being a hard-ass
lowers my blood sugar.

You're fine.

All right. I'm gonna go pick up
the blazer I had altered.

You will have no idea
what I eat along the way.

- I will.
- Mom, this sucks.

It'll end when you get a job.

Now let me show you your bedroom.

You shouldn't have any problems
waking up early,

'cause I removed all
the curtains from the windows.

I like curtains.

Yeah, tough shit.

So, what made you take the leap

from traditional CBT to recklessly
intervening in your clients' lives?

At first,

it was for me.
I was going through something.

But now, when a patient first comes to me,

they're often so hopeless.

And if I break a traditional boundary,

they get to see
how far I'm willing to go to help them.

And honestly, I can sometimes
see their hope creeping back.

- Suck it.
- You suck it.

I'm sorry, but you're giving life coach.

Yes, Keisha. Snaps for Keisha.

What is that? What is this? What is this?

Snaps. They do it like, "Yes, queen."
That's what it means.

If you're not adhering
to the code of ethics,

what stops you from
going too far over the line?

I trust my moral compass.

Tell them about that time
you had your patient strip down

to his tighty-whities
and swim with your friends.

That was not phrased fairly,
and you know it.

Wait, didn't one of your clients
push her husband off a mountain?

It was a hill.

It was a tall, very steep, hill.

That was not a great outcome.

However, I have done a lot
of soul-searching since then,

and I have come to realize,
frankly, that guy was a real dick.

- Oh, my God.
- Ruh-roh.

That's messed up.
Honestly, I feel bad for your clients.

- Can I respond to that?
- No, you may not, random student.

I am one of Jimmy's patients.

- I dreamed of it going like this.
- Okay? I have OCD.

And before I met Jimmy,

I held my breath to prevent
bad things from happening.

I had inside clothes
and outside clothes.

But now, I have a part-time relationship
with a dog.

And I never hold my breath anymore.
I haven't passed out in six months.

Don't get me wrong,
I still have stuff to work on.

Like my fear of public speaking.

Jimmy brought me here to practice,
and I was like, you're banana pants…

But oh, my God,
this is public and I'm speaking.

- I'm public speaking.
- Damn right you are.

You guys.

This to me is worth the risk.

What other therapist
would come to my home,

sit on my bed, and tell me I'm amazing?

- What?
- It was not a bed.

No, no.
It's a couch that turns into a bed.

But it was in couch mode.

Okay, so, there you have it.

If I could,
I would erase all of your memories

with one of those Men in Black
flashy things.

Let's just pretend this never happened.

Class dismissed.

It's kind of fun in here… and methy.

Anyway, Connor sent us
to get his sweatshirt back.

Tell Connor

I don't have his stupid 2012 LA Kings
Stanley Cup Champions hoodie.

You're literally wearing
a sweatshirt with those exact words on it.

Shit.

You guys want some weed gummies?

They'll fuck you all the way up.

Okay, I would love to get fully fucked up.
I will take six.

Where are they?
I had a whole giant bag here.

Oh, shit.

Buddy, there's no easy way to say this.

They got your dick.

Everything okay, sir?

Yes, but you may have
to call an ambulance.

I've been poisoned.

I'm just a little bit dying.

Just a little bit dying.

And, Liz, last message.

Listen, I'm sorry
I never found the scissors.

I didn't find… I didn't find the scis…

Anyway, oh, and I'm dying.

But I don't want you to have to
wait too long to find love again.

But maybe like eight years.

Okay, bye forever.

This is your husband, Derek.

- Derek?
- Well played, fucker.

You outlived me.

But you're still never gonna get her.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Two Cincinnati, bitch.

Well, of course
I'll make sure they don't get Sutton.

But who do you think
wants to kill both you and my baby?

They want to kill cute people?

Well, they came for me.

It's more than likely.

I'm under fire right now. I'm under fire.

Brian, do something.

- Don't touch it! Don't touch it!
- Okay, buddy.

- Sit down.
- Hold on a second.

Just give me one second.

I think I scared him. He sat down.

Liz, I know you're listening.

Go get your phone.
They're taking Derek to the hospital.

Oh, shit.

So, Marisol. Is this a situationship,

or are you guys planning a soft launch?

See, I listen to you when you talk.

We're having fun. Marisol is great.

She was actually killing it in Miami,

but her dad got sick,
so she came home to be with him.

I respect that.

What could be more important
than being with your family?

No argument here.

Hey, we're getting to the end
of the session.

You gonna sit there and gush,
or do you have an issue?

She hasn't changed at all.

Kinda crazy, fun, up for anything.

I used to be like that.

But what happens when she realizes
I'm not that guy anymore?

So, you have a future imaginary problem
that you just made up?

Sorry, can't make me give a shit.

Why don't we just focus on how cool it is
that you're in such a good place

that we're talking about girl problems?

Yeah, that is kinda great, right?

Come on, it wasn't that bad.

And you know I hate it
when you do sad boy.

I was doing you a favor, Gab.
You set me up.

It was… It was mean.

Okay, well, you made friends with Louis
without asking me how I felt about it.

Now? You're bringing this up now?

Yes, I feel like I need it now.

If you want a pizza, order a pizza.

And, yes, I will.

I'll call the FBI for you.

I gotta go.

Standby for a call from Derek.

He's high as fuck.

Gab, I know.

I can be relentless. I'm sorry.

But I really was trying to help you.

Goddamn it!

I don't mean anything by it. I just
don't take advice about my patients.

The last text I have from you, it says,

"I wonder if you'd give me
some advice about my patient."

Damn it, Paul. I was almost out of this.

- Why are you lying to me?
- I'm not lying.

- What's your problem with me?
- Why are you being such a sad boy?

- Guys.
- Hey, Paul. Dr. Sykes sent me.

I'm sorry for interrupting
what I assume to be

a group therapy session for people
who are angry at being tall.

These are the doctors.

Well, that inspires confidence.

- Nice meeting you.
- You too.

I understand that you lost faith in me.

I would too.

But I'm trying to move forward.

I really wish that you would
find a way to trust me again.

Admit it.
You haven't trusted me since Tia died.

It wasn't since Tia died.

It was three months later
when my patient missed their session,

and I found you two
in the parking lot getting high.

- Do you remember that?
- Of course I do.

No, I do not.

Sorry if it's taking me too long
to get on the "Jimmy's back" train.

Tia was like my sister.

Dude, you had sex workers at her house.

You slept with her hot best friend.

That was you.

Gaby, it can't be an example if it's you.

It's a fine example.

I get it.

I mean, I really do. I get it.

Whatever you're doing with Maya
isn't working.

Something has to change.

Don't miss out on helping her
because of how fucked up I was.

So I was a hallucination,

but I was just eating cake
and not doing anything cool?

It was pretty good cake.

So, what's going on?

I'm a pretty optimistic guy.

But about once a year, I hit a wall.

And that shit is hard.

And it's… And it's unfair.

And it's boring.

Like, how many vocal exercises
can one guy do in a year?

Yeah. I fucking hate 'em too.

But at some point,

I go looking for someone
to help me keep fighting.

And this year it's you.

Lucky me.

- But I'm not gonna do it.
- Okay, that's cool.

Any of those windows open?

Your fate is up to you,
but I can help you figure it out

with something I call "The Field."

Close your eyes.

Envision it

as a mysterious cloud
of intelligence and energy.

Sounds kinda dumb.

It's not dumb.

- A little bit dumb.
- All right, it's a little dumb.

Close your eyes.

I want you to walk into that warm energy.

Let it wash over you.

And say, "I want the answer
I know you have."

Then be still and listen.

I'm doing it. Are you doing it?

Okay, I will.

Of course I came.

I want as much time as I can get with you.

You want slow mornings together
every day for the rest of our lives?

Sign me up.

But maybe it's better to focus
on how grateful you must feel

to have gotten to do this
for as long as you have.

What could be more important
than being with your family?

Okay, I'm done.

All I saw was last Sunday.

I was feeling shitty,
and I couldn't get up.

And my wife and my daughter and I

just ate Cherry Garcia in bed.

She spoon-fed it to me.

Yeah. There's worse things in life than
being fed ice-cream by a pretty girl.

Then maybe when I go home,
I'll stop and get a couple pints.

Good answer.

Thanks.

I'll see you next year.

We'll see.

Good answer.

Heaven smells like ass.

Again. You're not dead.

We're in a hospital.

Everyone tell him he's not dead.

- You are not dead, Dad.
- You're alive.

- Stop it.
- Sorry.

Wow. Full house.

- It's a good show.
- Yeah.

Remember Uncle Jesse?
He looked like Elvis.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I do. Yeah, we all do.

Give it to us straight, Doc.

- Will he ever not be high again?
- He'll be fine.

His blood work
did show a slight heart aberration.

Do something.

That still works.

But that could be because of
the 650 milligrams of THC he ingested.

Yeah.

You ate the whole bag?

Well done, dude.

We're gonna have him come back
to cardiology to follow up.

But in the meantime, you can take
him home as soon as he can walk again.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Did they ever catch
the guy who took that man's dick?

- Whose dick?
- You're alive.

Everyone loves you.

Gaby called. Connor called.

Even Paul called.

Oh, shit. I gotta call Matthew.

- Forget about it.
- What?

He knows.

I told him. Sorry.

Great. Thanks.

- Thanks for letting him know.
- Yeah.

Hey, Maya. What?

- Gaby?
- Yup, this is so random.

It's actually not random at all.

You said you were gonna
be at a cider bar in Old Town,

and then I looked it up
and saw that there was only one,

which now I'm hearing is very stalkery.

I just wanna make sure you're okay.

If you're gonna hang,
you gotta join my trivia team.

I'm solo tonight.

Sure. What's the topic?

- Lord of the Rings.
- Oh, shit.

Girl, it's about to get bloody up in here.

- Really?
- Yes.

- Samwise 'bout to hobbit-smack a bitch.
- Okay, so you're familiar.

You have no fucking idea.

Could we get her one of these, please?

I can't believe
you knew the name of the sword

that was reforged
from the shards of Narsil

- and wielded by Aragorn.
- Are you kidding?

Andúril was the name of my cat growing up.

I am so pumped!

- I love opening a can of whoop-ass…
- Oh, my God.

- …on a bunch of nerds. Hell yeah.
- Yeah, I can tell.

You know what? I'm glad you came.

Me too.

I didn't always do this by myself.

- Okay.
- I used to do it

with my three best friends.

Becca got a sick gig in Atlanta and moved,

Kate got married and moved,

and Eli joined a cult
that doesn't allow him to use the phone.

Oh, no, Eli.

Sometimes I feel like the whole universe
is conspiring to keep me lonely.

I'm really fucking lonely.

Maybe instead of skipping a week,
we can meet tomorrow and talk about it.

Sure.

But tonight, we celebrate,
for we are the riders of Rohan,

champions of bar trivia!

Suck it, you dorks.

- See you.
- See ya.

Derek is still very worried
about the mannequin,

but he is slowly coming down to earth.

- This is fun, isn't it?
- Yeah, it's so intrusive.

I know. I wanna put one in Gaby's house.

Oh, yeah.
That'd be fun for Derrick Two visits.

Yeah.

Where does Charlie
think you are right now?

In our bedroom, sleeping.

I snuck out of the window.

- Yeah, I've done that.
- Yeah.

How's the family bonding going?

Good, actually.

I didn't think I could spend
every second with anyone but myself,

but I love her so much.

She's cute. She's selfish.
She screams to get what she wants.

My baby is my soulmate.

And I hate to say this, but thank you.

You taught us a lot.

I am the wrong person to thank, my friend.

I talk a big game as a mom,

and I've raised a circus troop
of man-boys.

You try to be the perfect parent,

and whatever you do,
you're gonna fuck it up.

Well, that is oddly liberating.

What I'm hearing
is my mistakes don't matter,

which is great because I'm pretty
sure she ate one of my AirPods.

You'll find out sooner or later.

Hey, listen. I've met all of your boys.

- I'll never know which one is which.
- Yeah.

But they all have great hearts.

Not Matthew.

His father was in the hospital
because of his drugs,

and he knew that
and didn't bother to show up.

I somehow raised an asshole.
I'm embarrassed by him.

I brought Dad his favorite fries.

That is so not what I meant.

Please don't leave.
Let's just talk about it, Matth…

- Fuck.
- Matthew?

I can't…

Paul.

- Paul!
- Yeah?

Hey. I wasn't…

I wasn't, like, afraid
that you were not alive.

It's normal to see someone
sitting in the dark.

Not moving.

Hey, how was your first day back?

Really great.

I think it's time for me
to stop being a therapist.

Do you, Paul?

- I'm not gonna fall for that one twice.
- No, I'm serious.

It took going away
and coming back to see it.

But…

it's time, Jimmy.

I'm supposed to tell you that it's time.

Well, you can do that if you want.

- It's time for you to retire, Paul.
- Okay.

Not the way I saw this
going in my head, you know?

Yeah.

Come here.

Come on, Paul. I need it.

Holy shit, man.

I'm gonna miss you.

You mean so, so much to me.

I've always wanted to
tell you this one thing.

- I'm gonna say it now.
- Oh, Jesus. Jimmy, please.

I'm not leaving now.

I got patients to notify.
I got referrals to make.

It'll take months
to wind down this practice.

You only get to say good-bye once,
and it's not today.

Come on. I want pizza on the way home.

Let's go.

Let's go!