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I told Ted Jr. your kids
were letting you stay in L.A.

10 minutes later that raggedy
wife of his e-mails,

reminding me that two weeks
in the summer

and every other Christmas
were the terms we agreed on.

You have terms?

Oh, yeah. She's insane.

I had to sign documents.

Why are you smiling?

Am I smiling?

Mhmm. I haven't seen you
smile that big

since you got that hug from
that Hootie of the Blowfish

at the Iowa County Fair.

Oh. I know what it is.

It's that
landlord-therapist boyfriend.

No! Danny?

No! Not my boyfriend.

That was just an intense
mutual attraction

that ended in an almost-kiss.

I don't even know what's
going to happen with that.

Mm-hmm.

I know what's going to happen.

You've worked your
"Jean Magic" on him.

He's all yours.

Oh, yeah, right. "Jean Magic."

I haven't brought out that old
bag of tricks since high school.

Well, trick.
I only had the one move.

Doesn't matter. I'm here
to reconnect with my kids.

I'm surprising them this morning

with my famous
bacon-cheddar muffins.

Ooh, girl, I love those muffins.

You know, is there some reason
you can't connect

with your kidsand get it on
with your landlord?

Alright, maybe I will
stop by and bring a muffin

to Danny on my way to the kids.

Ooh, give him a muffin, girl.

Oh. Why do you make it
sound dirty?

Because you're in L.A.
with this big life

and you left me alone with
a 17-year-old cat

and a filthy mind.

"Oh, I miss you, too. I miss you.@

Enough to come back to Iowa?

Not yet. But I love you.

And I'm happy.

Then I'm happy.

Alright. Stop smiling. Your gums are going to dry out.

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♪♪♪♪♪

Oh, Ripper!

No! Don't eat my muffins!

No, no, no! Shoo!

Oh, God. Ripper! Off! Off!

Get in the house. I'm so sorry.

He's such a bad boy.
Do you need help?

No, it's okay. It's fine.

He was just playing.

Dan, Ripper just knocked
this poor lady

right down on the ground.

- Oh.
- Oh, no,

your cupcakes are ruined.

Oh, it's just a little dirt.

My kids will still eat them.

And they're not cupcakes.

They're my famous
bacon-cheddar muffins.

- Oh.
- Oh! Pig and dairy?

I had no idea anyone
still ate like that.

- I'm from Iowa.
- She's from Iowa.

Uh, Jean, this is Cheryl.
Cheryl's my, uh...

Still your wife.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
And, um, a-and this is Jean.

Jean's just a renter.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Right. You're renting
out the guesthouse

we built for my parents.

Right.

You know, if you fought
for custody of them,

I wouldn't fight back.

I don't think so.

When we first got married,

uh, her mom said I was
just like Mel Gibson.

And then when we split up,
she still said it,

!but for different reasons.@

You know who would
love that story?

- Hmm?
- Dr. Bendle.

- Oh, yeah.
- Our marriage counselor.

- Oh, Jean.
- Yeah. Still here.

Good luck with
the marriage counseling.

I'm really rooting for you guys.

And, um, it's nice
to meet you, Cheryl.

Aww.

Nice to see you again...

just-a-landlord.

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♪♪♪♪♪

So he's still married,
and she's tall and pretty.

You're normal height
for someone in the Midwest.

And you have Jean magic.

Okay, you're giving yourself
one of your hallway pep talks.

Who wronged you?

I'm fine. There's nothing
wrong with being

your own cheerleader, sweetie.

Why are you here?

I made you some of my famous
bacon-cheddar muffins.

I thought I heard a happy sound!

What's going on, Mom?

Oh. I live five minutes away.

Do I need a reason to stop by
and see my favorite daughter

whenever I feel like it?

Our home is your home.

No! Your home is my home,
my home is my home,

and your home is in Iowa.
And while you're in L.A.,

I would really appreciate
a call before you come over.

Did you not get

my mother-daughter
boundaries e-mail?

Did you send it to my phone
e-mail or my iPad e-mail?

I'm not explaining
the Internet to you again.

I'm sorry, sweetie. I would
have called on my way over,

but it was kind of
a weird morning.

It turns out Danny, my landlord,

is more married
than I thought he was.

You Raines women make
some questionable choices

in the dating department.

Okay, well, at least
my boyfriend isn't married.

At least my boyfriend
isn't my boss.

This is a very
low standards contest.

Are you okay, Mother Raines?

Lane, don't call her
"Mother Raines."

She doesn't like it.

- I don't mind it.
- She loves it.

You know, we should all
go out to breakfast.

We're not going to breakfast.
It's Monday morning.

We're going to work.

Today's Monday?
You have no seasons here.

I'm all turned around.

I love everything that you say.

Come on. I'll take you over
to Freddie's on my way to work.

He'll keep an eye on you.

Only in L.A. do people
treat a 40-year-old woman

like a grandma.

Mom.

45.

- Mom!
- Let's just go!

I left you some of my famous
bacon-cheddar muffins.

Why is everything
you cook "famous"?

Why is Kevin Costner famous?

Because he's hot
and everybody loves him.

Just like my muffins.

Freddie, I need you to take Mom.

I have to work.
And she's sad because

she's dating
a married man. Jackie!

I can't take Mom.
I have work, too.

Please, Freddie.

You work from home.
You're wearing pajamas.

I have a big meeting
in 20 minutes.

Oh, where's your meeting?
Is it over there?

She could hang out with me.

Guys, I'm fine.

Since when is making muffins
for your kids a cry for help?

Come on, Freddie.
Just put her in front of the TV,

and then maybe tonight you
can do breakfast for dinner.

You know how she loves that.

What's breakfast for dinner?

It's something we used
to do growing up.

You know, it's like,
hey, it's dinner time,

but we're eating pancakes!

Yeah, it doesn't sound fun now
because we have Grubhub,

but when we lived in Iowa,
it was revolutionary.

It's still fun!
And it's not just pancakes.

It's waffles, French toast.
Eggs.

Come on, Freddie, she can
go to work with you on the couch

and play video games.

That's not what I do,
and you know it.

Really? Okay.

What do you do?

I test and I design video games.

Yeah, Jackie.
It's a big boy job.

Mom, don't help me.

You should take care of Mom.

Youshould take care of Mom.

I'll take care of your mom.

Guys! Please stop.

I don't need a babysitter.

I'm perfectly capable of
figuring things out on my own.

In fact, I made myself hungry

talking about breakfast
for dinner.

Maybe I'll just go
to brunch by myself.

No, Mom. Aunt Kim started
going to brunch by herself.

Now she goes on cruises
by herself.

Don't be Aunt Kim.

I could go to brunch.

You know what, Celia?
What the heck?

Let's you and I go to brunch.

Great! Ooh, I know a place
with bottomless mimosas.

A mimosa is orange juice
with champagne.

Wait, that makes it kinda
part breakfast, part dinner.

Am I doing it?
I think I'm doing it!

♪♪♪♪♪

I'm glad we're doing this.
First "no Freddie" outing?

It's kind of a big moment.

Oh, sorry you got stuck with me.

No. What are you talking about?

So, tell me about your work.

How did you become
a social-media influencer?

Ah, classic story --

I went to undergrad at USC

for Communications
and Media Studies.

But then Selena Gomez liked
my post about soap brows,

and, well, you can imagine
what happened after that.

Did you want to order something?

Um...

How is the avocado toast?

No idea. I don't think
anyone's ordered bread here

in four years.

I'll try it.

Um, I'm good. I'm doing
an intermittent fast today,

so I'm only allowed to have
bone broth or Mexican tequilas.

♪♪♪♪♪

Wow, if you were willing
to eat that on camera,

you'd make a lot of money.

Never mind.

Oh, my -- Oh, my God. Clark?

If that is Clark,
I'm going to kill him.

Mm. He told me that
he was in New York.

Would you mind if I said hi
really fast?

Mm, um...

Mm.

Mmrelo?

Danny: Hello? Jean?

Mm.

Hello? Is this Jean Raines?

Yep, yep. I'm here.

Sorry. They make carbs
difficult to eat in L.A.

What's up?

What's up? Well, um,

I-I just wanted to apologize
about this morning.

I understand that must have
been strange for you.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, unless you mean
when I met your wife.

Hmm. And you introduced me
as "just a renter."

Yes. That's what I mean.

You know, I don't know
many people who are separated

that are still going to
marriage counseling.

But it's none of my business.

But that's the thing.
The marriage counseling

is about the separation.

I mean, it should really
be called separation counseling,

not marriage cou--
Yes, it is -- it is --

It -- things are complicated.

It's complicated counseling.

Yeah, but here's the thing:
I'm simple.

I don't like complicated.

It's just that when Cheryl
feels threatened, she --

She can be pretty mean.

And why were you married
to someone who's pretty mean?

I didn't notice the mean until
I got the pretty pregnant.

You know what?

Uh, we don't really have
anything to talk about.

And my battery's dying.
I got to go. Bye.

Mm. Why did I do that?

♪♪♪♪♪

Um... Excuse me.

Hi. Uh, there was
a little country lady

with old-timey clothes
and a face that still moves

sitting here a few minutes ago.

Did you see where she went?

No. She just finished her toast,

everyone clapped, and she left.

This is not good.

Freddie's going to kill me.
I was supposed to watch her.

See? This is why I can't
have cats anymore.

Hey, babe. I know you're working

and I wouldn't bother you

except I think you'd want me to.

It doesn't matter.
I mean, what am I doing?

I'm just playing video games,
I guess.

You know, i-it really
bothers me that my family

doesn't respect my career.

Did my mom say anything
about it?

She didn't.

Um, so, remember
how I used to have cats?

What?

I lost your mother.

What?!

She wandered off like my cats.

- Celia!
- I'm sorry!

She wasn't at the restaurant,
she wasn't at the valet,

she wasn't at that cute vintage store across the street.

I -- I just have no idea
where she could be.

Um, okay.

Hold on. Jackie's calling.

Maybe she's with her.
I'll call you back.

Hey, uh, are you with Mom?

No, she left me a voicemail
saying,

"If I'm at Hollywood Boulevard
standing on Jackie Gleason,

should I take a left
or a right?"

But then I called her back

and it went straight
to voicemail.

I thought she was with
your girlfriend.

Yeah, she was.
But she's not anymore.

Your girlfriend lost our mom?

Your boyfriend's old!

We're not doing that right now!

Oh, my God. O-Our mom
is lost in Los Angeles!

You lost our mom in L.A.!

♪♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪

Oh. Excuse me?

How can I help you?

I'm lost, and I didn't
know where else to go.

So I came here, because it's
a school and I'm a teacher,

and the smell of chalk
and sweaty children

makes me feel safe.

I'm not from here. I need to
get back to West Hollywood.

That's easy.
I live in West Hollywood.

Where are you trying to go?

I know the street is Spanish.

There's a pot shop,
some palm trees,

and a rainbow flag.

It's near a Starbucks
and an acting school.

Okay, I can give you general
directions back to WeHo.

That's what we call it.

And we call
North Hollywood "NoHo."

They don't call Hollywood "Ho."

I'm trying to get that
going, though.

So after I leave here --

Yeah, you just jump on the 10 --

I'm actually on foot.

I don't understand.

I'm -- I'm walking.

Like in New York?

My son's girlfriend
ditched me at brunch.

I-I-I'm from Iowa.

But I came out here
to be with my kids.

But nobody wants
to hang out with me.

Aww, that's so sad.

And my avocado toast
was so expensive

that the credit-card company
called to check on me.

It felt nice to talk to someone.

I think I'm lost
in a couple of ways.

Shh, it's okay.

Consider yourself found.

I'm Amy.

I'm Jean.

Like a jacket.

This keeps getting more sad.

♪♪♪♪♪

Mom! Mom! Are you here?

- Mom?
- Mother Raines?

How did you lose my mom?

She was across the table
from you!

Jackie, chill.

If anything happens to her,
I don't know what I'll do.

Wow. You met her like
a day ago, dude.

Our connection was powerful.

And why are you mad at me?

I didn't lose her.
Your girlfriend did.

Sorry, sorry,
love you to pieces.

I'm frantic.

Okay, if she's anything like
my cats, maybe she'll go back

to the restaurant because
they fed her there.

Hey, guys. Everything alright?

No. My mom is missing.

She's out there all alone.

What?

She is terrible with directions.

But overly confident.

She's like that about
a lot of things.

We've lost a lot
of family talent shows.

Oh, God. It's all my fault.

She came over this morning
to hang out with me,

but I just blew her off.

No, Jackie, it's my fault.

I mean, why couldn't she
just sit on the couch

and watch me play video games?

That iswhat I do for work!

It's not a job for a big boy!

No, I should have
called in sick.

I work retail. Who cares?!

Let them count
their own ponchos!

Ponchos are back, by the way.

No, you guys, it's my fault.

She was my responsibility.

Actually, I think it's my fault.

Phew, okay, good.
That was a lot to hold.

I think she was upset
about meeting my wife

this morning.

I'm separated. But Cheryl --

That's my wife --
She can get really jealous.

And I think when she met Jean,

she sensed the palpable heat
between us and sh--

Oh. Okay. Interesting.

Foreign married landlord

talking about the palpable
"heat" with my mom,

whom he keeps in his guesthouse.

She's not missing, guys.
She's escaped.

♪♪♪♪♪

And now I'm here, and no one
wants to hang out with me.

So I'm left just sitting around,

waiting for my landlord
to decide

if he's done with his wife.

There was an almost-kiss.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I'm dating my plumber.

Nothing almost about it.

I guess if I'm going
to stay here,

I should probably have something
going on in my own life.

Maybe I should get a job.

But I don't understand
what people do here.

They put soap on their eyebrows

and pay people to eat on camera.

Hey, Jean,
do you believe in signs?

Because I do. I think
the Universe is always

trying to tell us something.
You just have to listen.

Oh, no. Are you one of those?

Sharon warned me about this.

Are you going to make me
tell my secrets into a box?

Lady, no!

I'm just saying there's
a reason you were sent to me.

You were lost.

I'm a teacher, you're a teacher.

I think I'm your sign,
Jean Jacket!

No, uh, uh, it's Jean Raines.

Jean Raines Jacket?

What was wrong with
your parents?

Look, I have a job for you.

I started a college
counseling business.

Applications roll out
pretty soon.

And I could use some help.

I'm not a college counselor.

And I'm not technically
licensed in California.

We all got stuff.

You're a teacher. You like kids.

You have a rich, buttery voice.

You're perfect.

You just met me.

Yeah, but I have a feeling
about you, Jean.

I have a feeling that
I could hire you,

cancel all my other interviews,

and go to Palm Springs
this weekend.

I do like the idea
of guiding young people

towards a brighter future.

I like that.

You see what I'm saying?

I can't say crap like that

with a straight face anymore.

You'd be perfect
for my business.

♪♪♪♪♪

And she's too trusting.

We just met and we're
already best friends.

I mean, it's sweet,
but she can't do that

out on the streets.

She's very chatty,

even with enormous amounts
of food in her mouth.

And she's always making us
her famous muffins

or her famous meatloaf
or her famous quiche.

Why were they famous?

She thinks they're like
Kevin Costner.

Because they're hot
and everyone loves them.

Hey, you have to
help us find her.

She's, like, the nicest.

When she asks how you're doing,

she's not just being polite --
She makes eye contact.

It's weird, but it's like
she really wants to know.

You know?

I just need a description.

I got this. She's about 5'5".

She's smart, she's funny,
she's sexy.

She's got this rich,
buttery voice.

Uh, she got a magical smile.

It just lights up
the whole damn room.

We've already identified him
as our suspect.

It's not funny when
there's a real cop here.

Come on, man.

♪♪♪♪♪

Hello?

Did I miss my own party?

Mom, you're okay!
How did you get home?

I took a bus.

Mom. That's nuts.

How'd you know how to do that?

I'm finding there are some
serious gaps in your upbringing.

Mother Raines.

Ooh, no, no.

- Oh!
- Oh!

He doesn't share, does he?

No, not his Mommy.

Thank goodness you're okay.

I'm sorry I lost you,
Mother Raines.

- I don't think so.
- Yeah, that's mine.

That's okay, Celia.

You were the only one who
offered to hang out with me.

And yes, you ditched me
and I had to make my way back

from the middle of Ho,
but that's okay.

It needed to happen.

It made me realize this
situation isn't working.

What?

It's fine. I-I'll be okay.

Wait, so you're --
You're going back to Iowa?

- No!
- Actually, I --

Mom, I'm so sorry.

I shouldn't have sent
that boundaries e-mail.

It was stupid.
I got it off PsychologyToday.

- Jackie --
- And now you're going back

to Iowa and if I could
do it again,

I'd have breakfast
with you every day.

- Aw.
- I'd have breakfast for dinner,

dinner for breakfast, lu--
Lunch, we would just --

We would have regular lunch.

Mmm.

And my home would be your home.

My home would be your home, too,
Mom. I'd give you half my couch.

Wow, you guys.

You're going to be really
excited about my news, then.

Because I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, thank God!

I thought I lost you.

What do you mean you're
not going anywhere?

I got a job. I'm going to
be a college counselor.

That's right. Thanks to
your rejection this morning,

I found work on the streets.

Mm, that happened
to my friend Nutmeg.

Don't worry, you guys.
I know you have your own lives.

I don't expect you to be
around whenever I want.

In fact, I'm going to
be busy, too.

I found a job and a friend.

I may not have time for you.

That's not true.
I'll always have time for you.

Do you want to get dinner?

Mom, we have to go back to work.

It's 3:00 in the afternoon.

There are no seasons here!
How can you tell?

We'll meet up with you
later, though, Mom.

Bye, Freddie's mom!

- Love you!
- Bye. Love you.

Jean... Danny, you don't have

to say anything. No, no, no, I-I want to.

I-I-I --

I really like you.

What's not to like?

It's just the thing is, I-I --

Look, I-I -- I'm going to
let you off the hook here.

Yeah. You've only been separated
for two months.

You're not ready to start
fooling around with anyone.

I wasn't fooling around.

Well, you called
Cheryl your wife.

You called me "just a renter."

You've got some stuff
to sort out.

And I have some college
to counsel.

Looks like we're both
gonna be counselors now.

I don't really understand
my new job.

I don't suppose you want to
wait till I sort my stuff?

I don't like waiting.

Got it. Don't like complicated.

Don't like waiting.

If you're making a list,
I also don't like walnuts,

chauvinists, or people
who tell me to relax.

It's a good list.

Mm.

You're doing the right thing.

You're protecting yourself.
You're fine.

You're great.
You're a college counselor.

What?

Have a muffin.

The whole damn room.

Ooh, what a day you had.
You got a job,

you made a friend,
all your plants died.

Oh, girl, I forgot
to water your plants.

That's okay.
They're as dry as my love life.

What happened?

I met his wife.

Is she tall? Is she famous?

Is it Elizabeth Hurley?

I read she was dating
an Australian guy.

She's not famous.
But she is pretty.

Like, L.A. pretty.

Like, if she went to Iowa,
she'd be Corn Queen.

Hey, I don't want to hear
you talking like that.

No one can compete with you.

You got your famous muffins
and your bag of trick.

Thanks, friend. I'll be okay.

And I have a confession
to make --

My muffins are my trick.

I love those muffins.