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Come on, guys.

Okay, uh, what about
"Just the Two of Us"?

And we can sing that together.

Mm, nope. They don't have that.

"Reunited"?

Nope. Don't have that either.

"You're All I Need,"
Meth and Mary?

They have "Frère Jacques."

- "Frère Jacques"?
- All right.

- Who's next? Gemma?
- Uh-uh.

Uh, David,

it seems like
your karaoke machine only has

public domain songs.

Okay, they got, uh, "99 Bottles
of Beer on the Wall."

Ooh, ooh. Do not let Dave
see that one.

Guys, it was $15 at a yard sale.

And, hey, if you guys
want to borrow it

for the bachelor party,
you just say the word.

The word is "no," Dave.

No, no, no.
We already have a plan.

Okay? It is going to be
the Butler boys'

last hurrah as bachelors.

- And we are doing all our old-school favorites.
- Mm-hmm.

A sprinter van
will come pick us up,

and the first stop...
the batting cages.

Yes, where I will retreat
indoors and play Donkey Kong Jr.

But then the real action starts.

I'm talking laser tag,
Jell-O shots, go-karts.

Yes.

- In that order, and there will be crashing.
- Yeah.

I'm telling you, Daddy,
you're missing out.

That's the goal.

Sorry, guys,
my job has been crazy.

You do not want to work
at a private school

during parent tour season.

And of course, Stephen,
my vice principal,

is out on paternity leave,
'cause dads do so much.

Oh, God, it's Jessica.
She's the worst.

Hi, girlie.

Dave, what, what's with
all the work calls on Sunday?

That's just how things are
these days.

You know, you're expected
to be reachable 24-7.

Well, that's ridiculous
'cause I own my own business

and I don't take calls
on no Sunday.

That's because I do.

Well, you don't
watch football, Marty.

Look, Calvin,
everything's different now.

You know, I'm actually joining
the gig economy tomorrow,

making my own hours.

Oh, that's great, Dave. Where?

A telehealth website.
Serenditude.

Yeah, I'm doing
video counseling sessions.

Oh, so like Uber
for crazy people?

No. It's where people
in distress use the app

to get matched up with a
professional provider, like me.

So like I said.

Just put 'em in my office.
I'll be there soon.

Uh... excuse me.

You forget something?

Oh, my gosh. Thank you.

Hey, um, what does
this dashboard light mean?

Oh.

Oh. Oh, yeah, I know that one.
That means, uh,

"Show me to Marty."

Perfect. I'm already flooded
with work calls,

and now I got to get
the car fixed.

Oh, why can't Dave
just bring it in?

It's his first day doing
that telehealth thing.

Oh. Okay.

You know what? I'm sure it's nothing.

Just, uh, follow me
to the Fusebox.

I'll get you in and out
in no time.

Great. Thank you.
I cannot be late for work.

- Okay.
- Wait, wait, w-w-wait, wait.

Where are my sunglasses?

Uh...

On your head.

Sure, you're looking at me.

Uh, M-Marty, Marty.

Gemma has
the little red squiggly

with the lightning bolt.

Oh, uh, the regenerative
braking system

needs a firmware update.

Yeah, I was gonna say that
before you cut me off.

Yeah, can you get it done
in a half hour?

I'll give her
all I've got, Captain,

but I can't change
the laws of physics.

- Star Trek? Star Trek.
- Yeah.

I-I-I don't have time
for your nerd games, Marty,

okay? Every trustee

at the school wants a VIP tour

for their lawyer's money manager

or their golf buddy's accountant

or their money buddy's
golf lawyer.

Oh, great, my battery's dying.
Can I plug in?

- Thanks.
- Yeah, you can... Oh, no!

Gemma, you just unplugged
the diagnostics charging system.

I'll plug it back in
when I'm done.

Gemma, is there something wrong
with your eye?

Uh, probably. I put on
my mascara while I was driving.

No. No, no, no.
Uh, you have a twitch.

Yeah, I wasn't gonna say
anything, but it is creepy.

Gemma, okay, look, you are going

90 miles an hour.
Take a deep breath.

I don't have time for that.

Do you know how long
deep breaths take?

Okay. You know what?
I'm taking your phone.

Leave the laptop.
You need to unplug.

No, no, I have work to do.

Your nails are drawing blood.

- Oh. I'm sorry.
- Okay.

Okay, maybe it wouldn't hurt
to take a-a teensy little break.

Come on, let's go
into the lounge.

-All right?
Okay.

Damn, is she a wolverine?

Julian, you remember Gemma here.

Could you make her a nice latte?
On the house.

Uh, triple espresso, please.

Decaf.

- Knock, knock.
- Oh, geez.

Malcolm, congratulations.
You are now a brand.

What? How so?

Well, now that you are marrying
a Trophy Diva of Brentwood...

great career move, by the way.

It's not a career move, Lisa.
I did it for love.

Yes, that's so
good. Say it like that.

- Okay.
- Anyway, I have got

brands lining up to be
in the Malcolm Butler business.

Watches, colognes, underwear.

- Ooh. Look at these sunglasses.
- What about them?

They turn clear
when you come indoors.

Lisa, those lenses
have been around for decades.

No, no, no, no.
These are AI-enabled.

They just came out.
Nobody has these.

Well, George and Amal have them,
but they're in Italy, so...

Okay, well, uh,
those are still dark.

Yeah, they don't work.

That's not the point.
You wear these in public

with Mercedes?
Ka-ching.

- What? No, Lisa, I... Oh, God.
- Yeah.

Oh, man. I don't want

to make money off
my relationship with Mercedes.

Okay.
Wow, ethical dilemma.

We will put a pin in that
and circle back.

Now, bachelor party.

You're not having one.
What you are having

is a bachelor blowout.

In Vegas.

All expenses paid.

Brought to you by Don Julio
Tequila and Fan Duel.

- Okay, that does sound great.
- Right?

And all you have to do
is post pics

of all this crap on Instagram.

The thing is...

Marty and I... we have
a dope party planned.

Okay.

Does your party include
a penthouse suite

at the Cosmopolitan?

Kobe tomahawk steaks at Boa?

Driving actual NASCARs
at the Vegas Motor Speedway?

Whoa. Damn. No. No.

NASCAR beats the hell
out of go-karts.

- All right, I'm in.
- Yeah.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

We're looking
for Principal Johnson.

So am I, but she's
not answering her phone,

and some idiot parked
a Cybertruck in the crosswalk.

That's us. It's electric.

Now we have a tour,
and Principal Johnson's late.

I am so sorry. It's
just been crazy around here.

You know, I will track her down
while you move your car.

It's fine. It's electric.

Okay, Donna. Let's see
if we can get to the root

of the issue.
Now, I understand

you want to bring your rabbit
on the flight to Rochester?

That's why I need
a letter from you.

Okay, I hear you,
but first tell me,

how do you feel when you're
separated from Mr. Nibbles?

I have anxiety. It's crippling.

So, the letter,
you email it right away, right?

My flight's tomorrow.

Well, sure, but, you know,

l-let's start
from the beginning.

Now tell me how Mr. Nibbles
first entered your life.

I came back from Petco with him.

Look, can we get on with this?

I paid $40, and your site
says "hassle-free."

Uh...

Sorry, Donna. I'm, I'm just
gonna mute myself for a second.

Yeah, uh, Tina, what's up?

No. Gemma is at the Fusebox.
I'm with a patient,

and I am so close
to a breakthrough

with her on her weird obsession
with this rabbit.

You're not muted.

And how does that
make you feel, Donna?

So, Marty,

have you talked Pop into coming
to the bachelor party yet?

In what world do you see me
running around

an empty Circuit City

while y'all chase me
with toy guns?

In a perfect world?

Well-well, Pop,

thanks to me being
a, uh, future trophy husband,

we got a new plan.

- We do?
- Oh, yeah.

We are getting comped rooms
at the Cosmopolitan in Vegas.

No way.

- Kobe tomahawks at Boa.
- Oh, that's the only tomahawk to have.

And drumroll, please.

- Dr-Drumroll, Marty.
- Oh... yeah, okay.

There you go. Bam.

We are driving actual NASCARs.

Hell yeah.- -

What-what was wrong
with our original plan?

Nothing, this is just
a much better plan.

And we are going
to Floyd Mayweather's

private tasting room
to sample his new spiked punch.

Marty, you hear that?
Floyd "Money" Mayweather.

Yeah, okay, well, you know,
I get it, you can't...

can't say no
to a hookup like that.

- Right?
- You know, a-a chance to hang with a-a famous...

baseball player?
Thank you, Malcolm.

I remember the first time
I taught a child to read.

I felt like
I was changing the world

one kid at a time.

Now all I do
is write fundraising emails.

Hit me again.

Are you sure?
You've already had three.

What are you,
the coffee police? Hit me.

Gemma, you can't let
your work define you.

Okay? I used to do that.

And then, one day, I was like,
"What am I doing here?"

So I took my headset off,

walked away from the control
tower, and never looked back.

You were
an air traffic controller?

Yeah, why is that
so hard to believe?

No, it's not.

I'm just saying, the point is,

I wasn't feeling it
so I bounced.

What happened to the airplanes?

I don't know. I guess
they got diverted to Burbank.

Excuse me.

Paul and I were sitting there,

and now those people say
they have the 11:00 tour,

and we're still waiting.

Let me, let me find
Ms. Johnson, okay?

Just give me a sec.

Oh, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Yeah, what's up, babe?

Don't you "what's up" me.
Is Gemma's car fixed yet?

Uh, yeah, we just finished it.

All right, good, because

I got a bunch of rich people
all up on my back, man.

Just find Gemma, please.

Hey, Gemma. You are good to go.

We are bringing your car around.

Don't bother, I'm good here.

But Tina's been calling.

There are people
at your school waiting.

Hey, Calvin, leave her alone.

She's following her bliss.

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, she needs to follow her bliss back to her job.

No way. Now that my eye
stopped twitching,

I can finally see clearly,

and I am never going back.

Mm.

What did you put in her coffee?

Nothing but love, baby.

Hol-Hold up, Gemma.

You have a full plate
at work, remember?

Julian didn't just serve me
coffee. He served me truth.

Well...

he was supposed
to serve you decaf.

Julian has a saying about work.

You ain't punching the clock.

The clock is punching you.

Do you know this man left
an air traffic control tower

in the middle of a shift?

Yes. And it was inspiring.

- Inspiring?
- Mm-hmm.

Airplanes all in the air,
just flying around willy-nilly?

He doesn't deserve
all the credit.

You're the one
who unplugged me. Thank you.

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

If you want to thank me, go back to work.

- Ooh, the massage chair's free.
- Gemma. Gemma.

Well...

Thanks to you,
now I have to do something

that I always regret...

texting Dave.

It is invigorating to be back
in the workforce, Josh.

I m... You know what
it's like to lose a job.

I-I don't.

This is my first job.

Well, actually, I was a CIT
at summer camp.

Oh.
And now you're my boss.

What a trajectory.

Our consultants,
on average, handle

eight to ten clients an hour.

So far, you've had two
in three hours.

That's less.

Well, you know,
there are no shortcuts

when-when it comes
to mental health.

Your job is to sign off
on whatever they need.

Whether that's an excuse
for jury duty

or a handicap parking spot.

That's how Serenditude
makes its money.

Well, um,

I think that's
really quite appalling.

Um, I do this
not because it's my job

but because it's my passion.

I-I-I'm a person, Josh,
not a rubber stamp.

I don't know what that is.

- Gotta dip.
- Well...

Josh?

Oh, look at that.
Calvin's texting me.

Oh, thank God, Dave.
What took you so long?

Well, Gemma has our car, and
you can't rush a bus, Calvin.

All right, now get me
up to speed.

Well, Gemma doesn't want
to go back to work,

and it's not my fault.

Why would I think
it's your fault?

Uh, you wouldn't
because it's not.

And make sure
you tell Tina that.

Oh, okay. Calvin.

Hey, uh...

Hon, you okay?

I'm totally fine, Dave.
I'm following my bliss.

Meaning?

I have so much to contribute,
and I'm feeling like nobody...

Okay, okay, can we maybe
turn the-the chair off?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Uh...

I think I understand
how you're feeling.

You feel like you are trapped
in this job,

but we are never trapped.

I mean, think about
when we first moved in together,

and you were a second grade
substitute teacher.

Aw, and you were at Blockbuster,
running the rewinder.

And we were worried that we were
gonna be broke forever.

We couldn't even
afford groceries.

- Remember one-egg omelets?
- Yes.

And look at us now.

You know, we never lost faith.

And this morning

I had a four-egg omelet.

Is that why there were
no eggs for me?

Sorry.

But we're gonna
get through this.

And we're gonna find
our next thing. We both are.

We will. I know we will.

You want to take a turn?

You know, my teenage
boss is really stressing me out,

so yes.

So my car's ready?

Yes, it is.

And more importantly,
Tina's looking for your ass.

Thank you for helping.

- Both of you.
- Oh, you're welcome.

I'll just need a credit card.

- I thought you said the latte was on the house?
- Yeah.

Oh, yeah, the first one was,
but you had four.

All right.

It's gonna ask you a question.

40%? Who checks that one?

- Really, Gemma?
- He helped me.

There you are. I mean, you good?

What, what?
You needed a little downtime?

Yeah, I realized I've been
really burnt out...

All right, now, good.
Now get your ass back to school.

The Arnoldsons
have been waiting for you.

- The Arnoldsons? Oh, God.
- Yes.

Is Paul angry?

He is not happy. Now go.

- Okay...
- Please go. Okay. Bye, babe!

All right, let's go.
Get your bag.

Okay. Good-good seeing you, too.

You know, Julian,
it's been a crazy day.

- I'll take a macchiato.
- Coming right up.

It's gonna ask you a question.

- Hey, Marty, there you are.
- Hey.

- Look, uh, about our party, I was thinking...
- Oh, hey.

It, it's all good. Okay?
Vegas it is.

It'll be fun to do things there
that have to stay there.

Marty, I have known you
your whole life.

Look, man, I...

I'm really happy for you.

Honestly.

I guess I just thought...

this would be a classic
Butler boys adventure, you know?

One last time.

Marty, it's not the last time.

Come on, Malcolm.
We're both getting married,

and your life is going
in a whole new direction.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean

things are gonna change
between us.

Won't it?

I mean, you'll have your life
and I'll have mine.

We'll always be brothers,
but it'll never be the same.

Hey. Check it out.

- Hey.
- There it is, there it is.

- Okay.
- Now-now, you-you got to imagine that this is

- a luxurious, plush, designer robe, all right?
- Yeah.

I got a pocket full
of soaps and conditioners

and-and-and bed candies,

- you know, you know.
- Yeah.

I got the comfortable
slippers on.

Yeah.

Hey.

This is gonna be fun, man.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Gonna be fun.

Actually, Pop.

Nuh-uh. Don't. Don't.

Don't. Do not "Actually,
Pop" me. Don't, don't.

Okay, I'm-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, okay? But...

me and my brother Marty

are gonna have a classic
Butler boys adventure.

- We are?
- Yeah, man.

Laser tag, Jell-O shots,
go-karts.

Oh, it's gonna be so awesome!

- It is going down.
- Oh, oh, oh, but remember,

on the track
there are no brothers.

Oh, okay.

Hey, so you in, Pop?

Daddy?

All right. Watches going back.

Sunglasses going back.

Yeah...

- Look, don't be annoyed.
- I'm not annoyed.

- This stupid booze with gold in it...
- Mm-hmm.

Going back.

Lisa, I know you went
through a lot of trouble.

No, no. It's fine.
I don't blame you.

I blame you.

What? What did I do?

You played the brother card.

It's too bad, too, because

if you'd gone to Vegas,
I had a surprise for you,

but I might as well
just tell you now.

Criss Angel was going to do
a private Mindfreak.

What? Are you serious?

Why didn't you lead with that?

Marty, don't worry,
we're gonna have a great time.

Classic Butler boys, you know?

Shut up, Malcolm.

Just let me grieve in peace.

I could've had
my own private Mindfreak.