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Last season on "You Me Her"...

It's really happening.

Kylie: It is

our two-month anniversary.

Emma: The things I'm gonna do

to you when we get home...

Emma: Uh, so, this is

a bit awkward, but you

postponed the last two

scheduled signings,

and I just want to make sure

that we're still on for Monday.

Yep. Tell Kylie

and pop some corks.

Are you sure that you left

for the right reasons?

And you're still

getting divorced Monday

and driving

back to Seattle?

- Yes.

I texted Emma that Jack and I

would be out of the loft all day

so she could come deal

with all the shit that

we've been storing.

Did Izzy not

know you'd be here?

Of course she knew

I'd be here.

- I think she wants us

to scream

and throws things

at each other.

What the fuck?

- What the three of us

did here was special.

I told you, Izzy,

this was a mistake.

If you walk out that door,

don't call.

You are dead to me.

Well, congratulations.

You're pregnant.

You have got to be

fucking kidding me.

- You have

a right to know.

Izzy:

Why is she here again?

She was at a meeting.

- So why is

my Spidey sense screaming

that something weird's

going down?

- What the fuck

are you doing here?

- Yellow roses,

the official flower of apology.

Em, what really matters is,

what do you want?

I want this baby.

And I want my husband.

And Izzy.

-...glad that you'll be --

-Iz!

-What?!

-I'm pregnant.

And I'm keeping it.

I'm aware of how acutely

fucked up this must seem.

And seven months ago, I would've

thought the same thing.

She is never gonna

feel permanent

in your world with your kid.

Jack: Actually, that's

exactly what we were

discussing on the way home.

We wanna make it official.

- Wouldn't be my first

Poly Commitment Ceremony.

- If any one of us

tries to leave again,

there's no coming back.

- I hereby now pronounce you

spiritually, soulfully,

and lovingly committed to

one another forever and ever.

Whoo!

♪♪

♪♪

♪ When you can't think maybe ♪

♪ Weighed down from the gridlock

and the city sounds♪

♪ Throw your hands in the air

and just wave 'em around ♪

♪ You'll be fine in the middle

when your energy's out ♪

♪ When you can't sleep

and it's still dark ♪

♪ Get a front piece

in a brick wall ♪

♪ 'Cause I won't be mad

at the end of the day ♪

♪ Just knowing that you moved

in a beautiful way ♪

♪ All you got to do

is keep moving ♪

♪ Keep moving ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ All you got to do

is keep moving ♪

♪ Keep moving on ♪

♪ Keep moving ♪

♪ All you got to do

is keep moving ♪

Ah. Oh.

Dear God,

why is it so bright?

It's called morning.

Happens almost every day here

in lovely Hawthorne Heights.

What do you say we, uh,

break this little sex slump

before the nausea kicks in?

Okay.

Mm, too late.

Mm.

Just, um,

start without me!

Ugh.

So, our pregnant wife

just told us to have sex

while listening

to her barf.

I've never been so aroused.

Come closer

and bring your penis.

Coffee?

Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

You look nice.

Thank you.

Ooh.

Watch out for these.

That's a household calamity

waiting to happen.

My boots?

How the hell

did those get there?

I don't know.

You think maybe, like,

a burglar came in

and tried on your boots

and then used your toothbrush?

It's the only thing

I can think of.

Very funny.

Should we change the locks?

-Poor baby maker.

I'll get you tea.

Okay, I am officially

the anchor in this relationship.

Just, you know, cut me loose.

I won't be bitter.

That's nonsense, honey.

You are the wind and the sails.

God, at least

soothe me credibly.

-That was pretty good.

-Hey, you know,

there's more to life

than sex, weed, and booze.

No way.

I know. It sounded

very strange to me, too, but...

exhibit "A."

Iz, that's really sweet,

but you must be so bored.

I mean, good thing

you work downtown

so you can grab a drink

with Shaun and Nina, right?

Yeah. Totally.

Besides,

traffic is a real bitch

when I get off my shift

at Directions, so it works out.

-Yeah.

-Mm.

And sometimes

it stays bitchy

till, what, like, 2:07,

3:00 in the morning,

depending on the night?

-Yeah.

Wait a minute. So you're saying

that a burglar didn't come in

and use her boots

and her toothbrush?

So, have you guys just been

getting your jollies off

at my expense?

Hey, babe, seriously,

just do your thing.

Actually, we all need

to do our things.

Yep.

We're talking about

masturbation, right?

Uh, I've been doing

some research,

and it is becoming

glaringly obvious

that we're doing poly,

like, all wrong.

Did you know that trying

to do everything in threes,

especially sex,

is a poly foul?

That's very clever.

Thank you.

But please don't

ever do it again.

So this mean

you guys are cool

with me meeting Nathan Malik

for happy hour?

Nathan

from Hawthorne School?

Yeah.

He went through

a nasty divorce,

and I figured

I could give him some support.

Plus, Dave's not around.

He's on his stupid book tour,

so...

Yeah, I guess you don't really

have that many guy friends, huh?

Yes, I do.

Who?

Uh, guy friends?

Mm.

Dave.

Yeah, you have Dave.

He's a good friend.

Yeah.

Yeah, but didn't he just,

like, come along with Carmen?

Like, buy this now and get this

furry little rascal for free?

And G-Gabe.

Well, he's --

he's your brother,

so that's different.

And a friend.

Very good friend.

[ Breathes deeply,

clears throat ]

Now there's Nathan.

Um, so, the baby doc

appointment is Tuesday, right?

Yeah, the ninth.

What, the ninth?

Yeah.

T-Today is the ninth.

Shit.

Yeah,

how is it Tuesday already?

We got to get going, guys.

Come on.

Yeah.

It's Helen Wilberg.

Hello, Helen.

No, we're s-- We're definitely

still interested, so...

Okay. Well, thank you

for the heads-up.

We -- We will.

Great.

Shit.

That is not optimal.

What?

Somebody put a full-price

offer on this house.

She's gonna do us

a landlord solid

and give us 72 hours

to match it.

Looks like the Hawthorne Heights

decision window

just got a whole lot smaller.

-Mm.

Yeah.

Could this morning

be any more stressful?

Dude!

Ooh, don't say that.

Guys, that's not a thing.

I didn't just "hex" us.

I'm having what?!

Calm down.

They're twins,

normal human girls,

not aliens or devil children.

You said you wanted two kids,

right?

So you knocked 'em out

with one swing.

Yeah, I did.

A month ago,

there was just one.

Check again.

Check again!

Little sister was hiding.

Give her

the weird ancestor name.

Vengeance is yours.

Huh.

Oh, God.

Are you okay?

Oh, I mean, come on.

I'm sorry.

It's just

I mean, God damn it.

There's too much estrogen

in this room, I guess.

I know feelings are hard.

So would it help

to clumsily explain things

that we already know

in this room?

No.

It's unbelievable.

You know

that fetuses require estrogen?

To grow.

Whether they're male or female.

In fact, twins require

not two times as much,

but three times as much.

Thanks, Jack.

Sure.

There it is.

♪♪

- Carm, you know I'd love

to watch the girls,

but, um, the doc said

I have bed rest.

"Bed rest"?

- I didn't hear her say

"bed rest."

Ooh, you better sharpen up

your lying skills there, Em.

It's a vital part

of parenting.

My God, you're having twins!

Yeah, I heard.

Hey, you know what's a perfect

training for raising two girls?

Two girls.

- Carm, I seriously wanna help,

I do,

but if I want to nail

this interview tonight,

I gotta prep like crazy,

and, you know,

you are the one who said,

"Can't work at home

with kids," so...

- Wait, you're still doing that

after what the doctor said?

Remember? With your history

and your advanced ag--

Based mostly on your history,

we need to be careful,

right?

Carmen,

would you like a coffee?

I would love one.

Great.

But let's just take a beat

to get real, okay?

Because, right now, we wouldn't

qualify for a bicycle loan.

And you know what's

more expensive than one kid?

Let me guess: Two kids?

Yeah.

So unless Mr. Academia

or Ms. Nonprofit

have any other ideas...

Uh, hey, sorry.

Did I black out and we voted

to buy this place and --

Poly foul. No voting.

Reinforces

couples privilege.

She does that now?

She does.

It's super fun.

Poly foul!

Oh, you see?

They listen.

They're good sounding boards.

So, Em, did we decide to buy

this place and I missed it?

What happened to, um,

you know

"It's good for now.

Buys us time to see if

you really hate it

or really, really

hate it here."

Is that --

Is that me or him?

I can't tell.

Yeah, it's

a terrible impression.

Oh, it's...

You got to work

on your skills.

It's EmJack.

It's a composite.

Okay, well, listen,

we'll talk Hawthorne Heights

pros and cons tonight, okay?

That sounds like

so much fun.

Yeah.

You should come, Carm.

Mnh-mnh.

Bye, babe.

Will you at least take a nap?

No.

Not tired.

Well, I'm just gonna put this

in a travel mug

'cause I need the caffeine

on my way to work, and...

Okay, Carm,

I can't take the guilt.

Just please sedate them

and tell them not to shit

or talk till you get back.

Nah,

I'll exploit an intern.

But you damn well better knock

it out of the park tonight.

Oh. Come here.

Oh, my God,

tell me something

so I feel

a little less crazy.

Hmm. Well, work has been insane,

I'm still waiting to hear

about The Portland

Byline Award nomination,

which I damn well better get

because it's a circle jerk

with a million

hyper-specific categories,

and so everybody, including

the plumber, gets a nomination,

and, oh...

and I hate my husband.

Do you wanna know why?

Because it took him

like two minutes

to sell a socially significant

children's book

while already basking in sexist

and hyperbolic acclaim

for tending

to his own children?

Or for selling said book

when you're the writer

in the family,

then going

on a cushy West Coast tour

while you slowly spiral

into madness?

What kind of witch

are you?

The kind

who's a really good listener

and loves

your scrambled eggs

with smoked salmon

and cream cheese?

Pwease,

will you make you some?

Did you just try to baby talk me

into cooking for you?

Did it wook?

If you weren't pregnant...

Marry me!

Stop proposing

to everybody who's nice to you.

You're not wrong.

Sorry. One more time.

Oh, man,

and this -- this happened

right after you found out

you have three days

to decide

on Hawthorne Heights?

Okay, give me the picture,

or else

it's a double titty twister.

No. Whatever. You're never gonna

find my nipples in this bra.

Anyway,

I've got a session.

You wrecked it.

Wow.

"I've got a session."

I never thought

I'd actually be saying that

as the therapist

and not the patient.

Like...

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Shaun: Definitely no mirror

behind the bar.

-Well, you're the boss, boss.

-Yeah.

This is that place

where you come

to get away from that shit,

you know?

They leave their insecurities,

their hang-ups at the door.

No mirrors in the bathrooms,

either.

-What?

-Can I get an amen, people?

-No.

-Mm, no mirrors means your demo

is uggos hiding

from their own reflections,

and even uggos don't

wanna look at other uggos,

so assuming you wanna stay open

for more than five minutes?

There will be mirrors,

ma babe.

There'll be mirrors, ma babe.

Aww. After the insensitive

word salad,

you called him "ma babe."

I did.

Hi.

Mm!

-This guy, eh?

Entrepreneurship's

brought out his BDE.

-Dad, don't.

-His Big --

Don't say that.

Big Dorky Energy.

That's not

what it stands for.

Mm, this guy could have

a whole bouquet of dicks,

and he'd still be my slave,

so...

-Dicks.

Later, bitches.

-Okay.

C'mon, puppy.

You're driving me.

-Don't fall for that.

-No.

If you start falling

for that now,

you're never gonna get

out of it.

Dude, dude, dude! Do--

And you're gonna be

driving her for years.

-Okay.

Suck it, Silvas!

Okay,

th-- that is disturbing.

You get used to it.

I need a coffee.

So, what's the 411, kiddo?

You seem distracted.

Directions put me on

part time -- budget cuts.

And now, with two kids

on the way

and Emma still looking

for a job, it's...

Whatever.

Tell me.

I get it.

It makes perfect sense

to buy the Wilberg house

and raise the girls there.

But...

it kind of feels like

we're just circling back around

to living their life

instead of mine.

Right?

What's the alternative?

Some weird,

woodsy poly-commune?

Hmm?

Dragging them off

to another suburb

just to prove

that you can?

You know, I miss you

walking on eggshells,

trying to win me over.

Iz.

It's not just their house.

That's their home, right?

With their best friends

living across the street

and their two little girls.

They built

a good life there,

where everybody knows

your name.

What's happening?

"Cheers."

Okay.

No. Right. Okay.

Answer me this:

Are you still in love

with them?

More than ever.

Then you need to figure a way

to love their life, too.

Mm.

Are you trying

to mike-drop me right now?

Mm.

So amazing.

Um...hold on.

I'm just looking for a pen.

God, I buy twenty,

and they disappear.

I think we have a ghost.

Or there's

nothing supernatural afoot,

and I just have a weird habit of

storing pens all over my body.

Hello? You still there?

Fuck!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, guys.

[ Keyboard clacks,

ringtone stops ]

Hey!

Good morning, darling.

- Busy day at work?

- Well...

You look a little, uh...

gorgeous.

That's the word

I was gonna say -- "gorgeous."

I look a little gorgeous.

- Yeah.

- Thanks?

- Oh.

- Um, you try, you know --

Honey, they got me this French

press. It's fantas...

It is, like, some of the best

coffee I ever had.

And check this out, huh?

Look.

Can you see this?

Can you see that?

That's a -- That's a --

an Edible Arrangement.

Looks like a little pineapple

in the shape of flowers.

You ever seen that?

I'm gonna go crazy

on that thing.

Uh, why fruit?

Did you tell them

that travel constipates you?

You don't have to tell

everybody everything, David.

Hey, are you mad at me?

I feel like I'm sensing

that you're a little --

Mad? Why would I be mad?

I-I should be proud.

- Should be proud.

So you're saying you're not --

you're not proud of me?

Uh, so, where are you now?

Like, what city?

Uh, I am in...

Oh, boy,

I can't even keep track.

Oh, Sacramento.

Jesus.

Man, I'm like a rock star,

just moving

around the country.

"Good morning, Sacramento!"

What else is going on?

Where are the girls?

Uh, I locked them

in a supply closet.

Oh, good, good.

That's good.

Closet's good. There's a lot

of space, probably.

It's big.

There's a window.

Oh, perfect.

That's all they need.

They're like plants.

I miss you.

Um, it's been great.

Tell you, it's a little

stressful, though,

'cause they keep asking about

Books Two and Three, you know?

I keep trying to give off

the impression that I'm, like,

this genius full of ideas, but

I'm mysterious and enigmatic.

J.D. Salinger.

Don't know how long

I can pull that off.

I mean, I came up

with the first book idea

when I was watching

a "Fluppies" marathon,

hammered on rosé.

So maybe I should re-create

that whole type of magic.

Ha ha ha ha!

That's a funny story, babe.

Is it breaking up

on your end, too?

Uh, no.

You're coming in perfectly.

Free...zing.

Can't...hear...boop...

Uh...

Honey, you're --

you're clearly faking.

I just saw Scotty wave at me.

[ Keyboard clacks,

computer beeps ]

♪♪

Hello, Amy.

Great.

I sound like I'm gonna wash her

liver down with a good Chianti.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Babe, where to start?

Oh, my God.

Is it the flannel

or the jacket or the boots?

Yes, yes, yes, yes,

and hard yes.

You were Nathan's mentor,

okay?

That dynamic

never really changes.

What about you?

You nervous?

Ain't no thing.

Just need to correctly

pronounce French menu items

while trying to decide whether

I let her know I'm pregnant

or let her think it's

a biére bell-ey.

Mm, when you go all French.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Izzy: Yay!

You're open for business again?

Wow.

We will talk about that later.

I'm open for selfless service

to relax me before my interview.

Uh, pass, but I have a gift.

-Aww.

-It's symbolic.

Pumpkin spice. The official shit

candle of Hawthorne Heights.

-Oh, that's the good stuff.

-Starting to get

the human feces-

pumpkin spice connection.

-Pregnancy.

-Okay.

Over the next few days,

I'm going to sincerely try

to shed my prejudices

and love the 'burbs.

Like, totally buy the T-shirt.

Mm, there really is a --

I'm not gonna buy the T-shirt,

Jack, but, um,

I'm gonna get a real job

with a real salary

so I can help us get the loan

for the house.

-Isabelle Silva, you are --

-Wait, wait, wait.

There's more. Sit.

Drum roll, please!

Okay. Stop.

There's a gas leak, and

I'm the only one with a mask.

Okay, here it is:

It is almost

the one-year anniversary

of the day I showed up at

your front door like a weirdo,

so I'm planning my first

bougie suburban blowout!

Ha!

A night to forget,

assuming

I get properly wasted,

which I can

pretty much guarantee.

Come here.

What's got you

all frisky?

-You, making an effort.

-I am.

-Mm-hmm.

-Yeah, when I want some,

I clean the kitchen.

-Oh, really?

-Oh, yeah.

So hot.

-Is it?

So sexy.

Let's relax

before your interview.

Mm!

Mm. Mm.

-I can't. Seriously, I can't.

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

I have to leave

in like 10 minutes.

I know that sounds like

the dog ate my libido, but --

No, no, it's fine.

Yeah, we're good.

Whenever you're ready.

No.

No, I am gonna walk out

that door,

and you two

are gonna do the nasty.

But, seriously, get weird

because only having sex

in threes is a poly foul!

-She's still doing that.

It was never gonna happen,

but then she did...

Yeah, she totally ruined it

with that hand-gesture thing.

Later.

Yeah.

So, going out with one

of my many male friends.

Gonna have some beezos

with ma brah.

Oh, hey, um, P.S. --

No one says that.

So just -- just don't.

Also, if you plan on

having sex with me ever again,

you need to take off

these clothes -- now.

What's wrong with this?

I care. I care.

♪ He-e-e-y, yo ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ He-e-e-y ♪

[ Piano music plays,

indistinct conversations ]

Well, turns out there

really is a Pinot Grigio bar

that serves nothing

but Pinot Grigio.

I did not know that.

Um, I mean,

it is called "Grigio."

Yeah, I just thought

it was Mexican.

You know, um, I was --

I was drunk most

of the summer after Jess left

and then gave up all booze

except white

because what man really wants

to binge white wine?

Yeah, or drink it at all.

Uh,

I'm just messing with you.

That's it.

All right, man.

You know,

divorce laid me out, man.

Um, but now I'm getting

my act together,

really taking the wheel.

That was

one of the books I read.

"Take the Wheel!!!"

Ooh.

Do you have to yell it?

Well, it's got

three exclamation points, so...

Makes sense.

Yeah.

Anything else

you had to give up?

Uh, yeah, actually.

Uh, uh, red meat,

then meat of every hue.

Uh, carbs, sugar,

weed, television.

Replaced that all

with gallons of water,

at least an hour of cardio

a day,

meditation,

deep breathing...

Jesus.

So much self-flagellation.

You know, um, I got nuked.

And, uh,

it was the opposite of mutual.

So I won't be offended

if you find someone else

for ManFest 2019.

You know, my dad was

a man among men, right?

He just really knew

how to hang. He...

Whenever his posse came over

for a basketball game

or something, he was --

You could just tell

he was the top dawg.

You know,

like everywhere he was

was the center of the room.

That's, uh...great?

I'm sorry.

I've just been thinking

a lot about my dad lately

since I'm about to be one.

- Right. Yeah.

- Mm.

Maybe we can help

each other.

Okay, yeah.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

To manhood.

Yes!

Ah-ha, the burn!

Mm!

That's some wicked fucking

Greezhe right there.

Yeah, you're, uh, ahem,

not supposed to --

You know what's even better

than a white-wine bar?

- Hmm?

- Absolutely everything.

Okay.

But especially a bar

that hasn't opened yet.

- Okay.

Yeah, I know a place.

I think one of my wives

is there.

Wait. What?

Emma, your qualifications

are impeccable.

Your references

gave glowing reports,

with the exception

of Dani Monro,

who called you

a traitorous pervert,

but she says that

about everybody.

Your portfolio

speaks for itself.

However, I am left

wondering one thing.

How I managed to kick

this much professional butt

in 27 short years?

S-Sorry. I, um -- I got

a little over my skis there.

Um, I'm really nervous.

- Sure.

- I'm not really 27.

Gasp. Astonishment.

What? No way.

So, just tell me about

your work-life balance.

Come on, Amy. I get it.

I get it.

You're hesitant to hire

anyone who's in the family way

for such

a high-level position.

You know, can't risk me

bailing six months in.

But, um, well,

once I have the girls --

What's that?

Huh?

You said "girls." Plural.

Shit. Uh...

I'm having twins.

Oh.

Yeah, but Jack and Izzy --

Wait. Izzy?

You already have a kid?

Hello?

Sorry. I just realized

that this interview

is gonna go a whole lot better

if I just stop talking.

Jack: Wait a second.

You're not at home,

alphabetizing the spice rack?

You're here

with Shaun and Nina?

-Hey, babe.

-What a surprise.

-What are you doing here?

-Hey.

-Hey. Mmmm!

-Nice T-shirts, hoss.

Going for the whole

Douchebag-Jason-Bateman-

in-"Juno" look?

No, this is actually --

The T-shirt-on-T-shirt look

is back in vogue,

I'll have you know.

Mnh.

You shoulda seen

what he was gonna wear.

It was -- It was very bad.

So, is this --

This is your new brah?

Yeah. This is one of

my many male friends, Nathan.

Nathan, Izzy.

Hello.

Hi. Hey.

Your hubby hired me

as a counselor

at The Hawthorne School,

and, uh, now I'm doing his job

better than he ever did.

-Mmmm!

-Ooh!

Nina: Ooh!

Super impressive.

Oh, by the way, um, Carlton

from "Fresh Prince" called,

and he wants

his sweet pink sweater back.

Oh, well, I mean,

it -- It's not pink.

It's -- It's Sunset Rose,

and it was actually

very expensive, so...

Don't even bother.

You'll just make it worse

with her, right?

-Yeah.

-Yep.

Izzy is also a shrink.

She works with troubled teens

at Directions.

Oh.

Well, barely, since

the budget cuts, but, yes, I am.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

And, I mean, if you weren't

currently doing drugs,

I would ask

if you were interested

in the fulfilling world

of education.

Mm, thanks, but you can keep

your, uh, entitled rich kids

with their faux damage, and

I will continue saving the world

in just 18 hours a week.

Would you like some?

No, I am good, thank you.

I can't.

Said every man who paid too much

for a Sunset Rose sweater.

I can.

Hello, old friend.

Nina: Oh, shit!

You guys made it!

Awesome!

-Hey!

Shaun: Hey!

Drinks are on the house!

But only 'cause I can't

legally charge you for them yet.

Who wants shots?

Yeah?

-Oh, yeah.

-Go for it.

Shaun:

Straight for the top shelf, huh?

Nothing but the best for

all these non-paying customers.

Good. Awesome.

Have at it.

Mm!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Big Dog's off his leash!

Don't just stand there.

Bust a move.

Hey, check it out.

-Shit!

-Nailed it!

-Babe, put it down.

-No.

That's a hard no,

John McClane.

-There you go.

-Thanks.

So, uh,

what're you drinking?

Oh, you know,

I'll have a club s-- It's fine.

You know, I-I've already had

my limit of Pinot Grigio, so...

That sentence is gonna --

is gonna haunt you for a while.

Mm.

Hey, for shits and giggles,

why don't

you just pitch me this job?

Maybe I'll be interested.

Well, there it is, that unearned

twenty-something arrogance.

You know, if I didn't currently

have a stack of résumés

from way more qualified

candidates than you

who never once really dissed

this wonderful sweater, I --

You're not listening --

I wouldn't hire you.

-Whoo-hoo!

-Here's the floss.

Man: Whoo! Whoo!

Wow. Uh, this is gonna end

poorly for Big Dog.

God, let's hope so.

I'm married to him.

So if you think I can't

create multiple humans,

maintain a healthy marriage

to two spouses,

and slay dragons at work,

then you haven't met me, lady,

because I am still

Emma Goddamn Trakarsky,

not some mobile incubator

who drops everything

to wipe babies' butts

and yell at passing cars

to slow down!

Ow! Ow.

-D-Did you just say "ow"?

-Mm-hmm!

Mm, ahh!

Sorry. I feel like

I ate a couple puppies,

and they grew into

two very large Dobermans,

and they're currently trying

to eat their way out of me.

- Oh, dear.

- Yeah, but I'm --

I'm just gonna play it cool

until you tell me I'm

definitely not getting this job.

Yeah, you are definitely

not getting this job.

Okay.

No hard feelings.

I'm just gonna call 911.

Hi.

This is Emma Trakarsky,

and, uh, yeah, I, um...

-Oh, dear.

Oh, my God,

I'm about to explode!

-Sorry.

-Yeah, no. No, no, no, no.

No need

to call Homeland Security.

Check, please.

[ Rock music plays,

indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

♪♪

Jack. Izzy.

Jack! Izzy!

Jack. Izzy.

-Yeah?

♪♪

Can you turn down

the music?

Can you turn down

the fucking music?!

Emma.

♪ No sun, and the sky is gray ♪

♪ Find a good path

in the right place ♪

♪ And let all your little walls

fall away to the floor ♪

♪ You'll be thanking yourself

when you open the door ♪

♪ All you got to do

is keep moving ♪

♪ Keep moving ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ All you got to do

is keep moving ♪

♪ Keep moving on ♪

♪ Keep moving ♪

♪ All you got to do

is keep moving ♪

♪ Keep moving ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ All you got to do

is keep moving ♪

♪♪

♪♪