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Previously on "You Me Her"...

I came back for you.

- Our life is still here.
- Can I stay?

I'm not ready to say good-bye.

It's very obvious that we
still care about each other.

What happens at the Angelina
stays at the Angelina.

No one would ever understand.

You fucking did what?

- Why?
- You know? It's like,

everything we'd gone through had
been leading to that exact moment.

- Something has changed.
- Oh, really?

- What?
- I don't know.

Is this job at the border
even real or is it a threat?

- Like, tick-tock, time's up.
- Of course it's real.

Tell Dave my buyers are definitely

making an offer on a house today.

This one or another.

Now nobody's crying, not even me.

I guess we're happy.

Holy shit.

- What?
- Look.

[LIGHT, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

The girls are down.

Nina, what are you doing?

- Oh, this?
- Yeah, that.

Uh, I'm putting your house for sale.

See? What, do I need a bigger sign?

We are not selling our house, right?

Honey, if we ever
decide to sell our house,

I promise to consult you first.

Okay, listen,

we're gonna need you to
literally get off our lawn, okay?

And take your stupid mallet with you.

Do you actually own a mallet,

or did you just buy
this for the occasion?

Hmm, nah, it was in the
garage where I found the sign,

but in plain view like Will
wanted me to have it, so...

Nina, seriously, why are you doing this?

Oh, this exquisite little
piece of performance art?

I'm doing it because you jerks

rekindled the flame last night, huh?

- Huh?
- Okay. You know, can you put that down?

- No one needs to get hammered.
- To, like, at least to waist level.

Fine, for now. Talk.

Okay.

Fine.

We saw Izzy, which frankly,
is none of your business.

[SCOFFS]

Babe, we really need to
recalibrate our ocular communication

Izzy is a grown-ass woman.
She chose to come to the hotel,

and how is that Nina's business? How?

- Oh, my God.
- It's not. That's how. It's not of her business.

- Now you're doubling down?
- Yeah.

It's not her... it's not her business.

Jeez, I would have preferred
just smiling and nodding

until we got to the
other side of that door,

away from that fucking mallet.

- Well, I know.
- I hope this little lawn party

isn't unsanctioned. I'll
have to narc you out to Lala.

[CHUCKLES]

Um, okay, well, look at that. You...

you guys are moving? What happened?

No, we're not moving
and nothing happened.

Ben, Mr. Izzy's Dad, look.

The last thing I wanna do

is reveal secrets of
your daughter's sex life,

so let's just say that
she had some with them.

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

- Absolutely did not.
- we did not have... No sex.

I understand why you would think
that, but it was more just...

BOTH: Snuggling.

It was nice, but weird.

The cuddle puddle.

She came to your hotel?

- Yes, that's... yes, she did.
- Yeah, that... that... that happened.

- Uh-huh.
- Okay. So... uh, so... so, what does that mean?

You guys are getting back together?

Wait, how does that work?

She's heading back to
Otay Mesa on Monday, right?

Well, apparently, now
she's taking a minute.

- Wait, what?
- Did she say that to you?

Tell us exactly what she said.

So, you three pretty much get together

and your brains just kind of melt

and drain out of your
various passageways, huh?

That's not entirely inaccurate.

Wait, seriously, she said
she was taking a minute?

Oh, my God, I can't with you people.

Wha... what happened, exactly?

Ooh, I don't know, man,

you know, with you
being her dad and all.

- Look, suffice it to say no sex was had, okay?
- No!

Okay, no more sufficing. The...

the days of you dragging my girl

across broken glass
and dog shit are done.

Oh, hey, look. Uh, look, this is just

the old for sale sign in the lawn prank.

We're gonna go in now and
have our Sunday coffee cake.

- Delicious.
- Just... can we? Can we?

- Yeah, can we take this inside?
- Nothing to gawk at.

Hey, look. Sorry.

This is not gonna be
for the faint of heart,

so let me handle it.

You know what? I don't wanna know.

I don't understand.
Some douchebag couple

is looking at the house.
You said it was an emergency.

Jeez, I figured the
place was burning down.

Uh, let's take a moment.

You seriously think if this
house was burning, I'd text you?

Like you're the only one
that can save Crapboard Manor?

- Okay.
- Is this what happens to guys like you

when you take a big swing
and finally make contact?

- I don't know...
- Babe.

- Yeah?
- Babe.

- What?
- Babe.

- What?
- You like it?

- It's okay.
- You wanna buy it?

- Yeah, whatever.
- Excuse me.

- Babe.
- Yeah, what?

I think that guy's
trying to talk to you.

- 'Sup?
- It's lovely to see you again.

Curious, is that your
tricked out SUV out front?

Oh, yeah, bunch of horses,
0-to-60 in half a seccy.

- Spanish gray.
- Super gorge.

- Spanish gray is so two years ago.
- Oh.

Yeah.

It's 2018 calling. They
want their SUV back.

What'd he say? He said that?

- [LAUGHS]
- It's a joke.

Killing at jokes, babe.

Wow.

- No, no, no. There's no way.
- [DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Crapboard House would
spit them back out.

Oh, if I recall correctly,
they plan to "fix that."

Okay, okay, easy now.

- Breathing is good.
- Yeah.

So no fire or flood,

just all your hopes and dreams

slipping through your ineffectual
little fingers yet again.

The bell of opportunity
left sadly still,

silent, un-rung.

[SNORTS] So stupid.

You should feel free to wander off.

You can feel free to blow me.

Okay, for the record,
we seriously didn't know

that Izzy was just taking a break.

- Huh, yeah, right.
- Wha... no, it... it's true. We just...

you know, we agreed not
to make any snap decisions.

We were taking a beat,
washing it around.

- Right.
- Take a beat. Take a minute.

I'm sorry, I'm really failing
to see the difference here.

I'm not gonna sit
back and watch you guys

destroy her again.

Well, we are not selling our house.

Yeah, this is our home.

- Yeah.
- Our life.

Then it's time.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Right now, that objectively
horrible couple is out there

getting preapproved for their loan,

and we have roughly eight minutes

before they come in and make the offer.

Once that happens, I'll have no choice

but to present it to the owners,

and they will accept it.

Dave, Dave, come on now.

- Don't let this manipulative sass-bag...
- "Sass-bag"?

Is that how it's gonna
be when we're neighbors?

- It is, yeah.
- Cool.

No, there is no way that
those outlet mall mannequins

will live in my house
as God as my witness.

Mm, okay, let's just not, all right?

But it's not your house, is it, Dave?

And you only have seven more minutes

of playing make-believe
till they come in

and install one of
those gauche little pools

that throw waves in your face
for reasons I'll never understand.

They also want to expand the garage

for his collection of
off-road vehicles and Jet Skis.

I already drew up your offer.

Shall we?

Okay, I know you don't
really wanna hear this, Nina,

but this is really
none of your business.

Okay, once again, for
the hard of hearing,

it is absolutely my fucking business.

When the EJI universe
goes thermonuclear again,

which inevitably will,

I'm gonna be the one sifting through

the ionized radiation for
the subatomic particles

of what was once young Isabelle Silva.

Yes, okay, I dated a nuclear physicist.

He was more like a client,
but still, I learned a little.

We can't keep hurting her.

Then you need to end it.

For starters, you're
not going to the wedding.

And here's the tough part.

You need to hit her hard.

We don't have to hit her hard.

We don't have to be mean about it.

Remember when Shrek tells Donkey

that he's useless, annoying,
and pathetic to get him to leave?

It's gotta be like that, but way worse.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Honestly, we're super tight on time.

If you wanna skip the dramatic tension

or at least, like,
condense it, like, a quick,

"This is hard," and then...

so...

What did Carm say?

Most recently? Uh, "Love you, bye."

Like, specific to the house.

Okay, yeah. I'm sorry. I'm a little,

uh... frazzled. She
said I should go for it.

I did mention they hate
the clapboards, right?

Referred to it as "janky."

It's complicated, right?

Exciting and scary.

I'm so happy I could be here for you.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Who's finally going on that
"Designing Women" reunion cruise?

- [EXHALES]
- This guy.

Thank you and you and everybody
else who believed in me.

Ha.

Ah, where you going?
Get away from the window.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.
- [MESSAGE WHOOSHES]

[CELL PHONE CLICKING]

Yeah, you better leave.

[CHUCKLES]

- [ENGINE TURNS OVER]
- They're leaving.

Right after Dame Judi
Dench here sent a text.

[CELL PHONE CLICKING]

[CURIOUS MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God.
- What?

They did just seem so
perfectly douchey, didn't they?

[CELL PHONE CLICKING]

Will.

Uh, just a sec. Just mass
texting a big "fuck you"

to all my treasured real
estate brothers and sisters.

[MESSAGE WHOOSHES]

Okay, so, what now?

Are those people real, the other buyers?

They are actual human beings, yes.

Will, look at me.

Not over my shoulder, look at me.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Were the Duke and Duchess of Doucheville

actually interested in buying this house

or was this all a
choreographed song and dance?

[WHEEZY LAUGH]

Yeah, yes. It was me. I did that.

[SCOFFS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Oh, okay.

So, I see you went to
the same college, though.

- Don't they dissuade people from doing that?
- Hmm.

So this is your new
demo, day-drinking models?

Jesus, what's for lunch,
cocaine and cigarettes?

Oh, that's not good.

And you are?

Oh, I'm his partner.
Yeah, bar's named after me.

Yeah, but then she quit, so...

Couldn't get past your
first name without a typo?

"Brithan-eye"?

Actually, it's pronounced "Brittany."

- Oh.
- Ooh, but why?

Well, it was Brittany with a Y,

but then I got my
master's, changed it to I.

You know, heeded the
call, "empowerment."

- [LAUGHS]
- Did any of that make any...

I added the H after I got my P h D.

Oh, there's more.

Between us shrinks,

I'm just trying to escape
from being a basic-ass-Brittany

from Idaho Falls, you know?

- Idaho Falls.
- Okay.

So, this is your
replacement therapist, hmm?

Oh, no, they're all therapists, yeah.

Uh, Ivy League, most of
them, strangely enough.

Shut the fuck up.

- So, are we done here or...
- Oh, no, the name thing is disqualifying.

Sorry, I thought I made that clear.

- So, bye, Brith-ani.
- No, don't listen to her.

Brithani, she has no
sway in this matter.

Yeah, but she scares me... a lot.

I'm just gonna go. Thank you.

[CHUCKLES]

- Thank you for that.
- Well, she's an idiot.

She's a PhD.

So, she's an educated idiot.

And look, I don't believe for one second

that all of these gorgeous airheads...

Please raise your hands if you're a PhD.

Oh, what do we got here?

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven...

- Okay, look, they can all easily be lying...
- What, lying?

- No, vetted, PhDs, every one.
- Oh! Excuse me.

Oh.

What? Just talk.

I'm actually an MD,
a psychiatrist, so...

I said shut up.

- Um, you said, "Just talk," so...
- I changed my mind.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪ ♪

Her issues got issues.
Am I right, Doctors?

[LAUGHTER]

- I can hear you.
- Uh, that's fine. Whatever.

♪ If you run the race ♪

♪ Can you feel it? ♪

♪ That something's gonna change now ♪

♪ You can make it ♪

Honey?

Hi, it's me, your husband.

Uh, we did it. The
Crapboard House is ours!

[LAUGHS] Yeah, I know!

The Crapboard House is ours.

The Crapboard House is...
[THUDS] Ow! Okay, ow.

Uh, yeah, no, I know.
I know, it's amazing.

Um... oh, Soph's been great.

She's been doing the lion's
share of the housework.

She lets me sleep in.

She's laughing at all my jokes.

She's ceded total control of the remote,

and actually, she's been
saying that you should do

all those same things
when you get back here.

No, obviously, she didn't
say any of that stuff.

Hey, honey. Hi, honey.

Hi, I miss you.

I want you to come home,
okay, to our new home.

I love you so much. I love you

as much as our new home at the least.

Yeah, absolutely.

Oh, and I came up with a brilliant way

to tell Jack and Emma about all this

and have them not get upset.

Oh... ye...

Yeah, okay, you want me
to go for it. That's...

yeah, great. Cool.

Thank you for the
encouragement, sweetheart.

Now, I should prob... get... becau...

Laun... dry... babies.

Bye, honey.

[QUIRKY MUSIC]

♪ ♪

I mean, I'm not particularly
proud of myself right now.

It seems like the best time to reveal

that your Portland
children's author paparazzi

are me and Marty's best couple friends,

the buyers for your house.

Excuse me, what?

How is this the best time?

Uh, 'cause I'm leaving now.

♪ ♪

Diabolical.

My future best friend.

- That specimen?
- Oh, yeah, for sure.

[BRIGHT MUSIC]

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

- So...
- So...

In spite of our efforts, we fucked up.

Well, we can't seem to help
ourselves when it comes to Izzy.

I just... I kind of feel like

the world's swirling
around us, you know.

Like it's this huge fucking hurricane,

and when it settles,
nothing's gonna be the same.

Should it stay the same?

I mean, the world, our lives, us.

What if this is about us?

It's not about Izzy,
and we just invited her

into this burning house?

Okay, are we gonna do this?

Because if so, it's gonna
break EJI into so many pieces,

we're not gonna be able to
put it back together again.

I know.

I love you.

I love you too.

We can be enough.

- Yeah.
- I know it.

Yeah.

This is the right thing.

- It really is.
- You ready?

- No.
- Okay.

- Yes.
- We're doing it anyway.

[MOODY MUSIC]

♪ Yeah ♪

Hey.

♪ Looking into daydreams ♪

♪ But I can't find you ♪

♪ Giving up my days ♪

♪ For your indecisive news ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, you got a sec?

Mm, talk fast. I'm "vorking."

At a bar?

Well, I'm at the bar, but I
don't actually work here anymore.

Weird.

I'm planning "Mala's" woodsy wedding.

Get it? "Mala," it's like Lala,

but she's your mom now, so "Mala."

No, she's not, and I wouldn't
call her that at gunpoint.

Oh, give it time.

Uh, so, how can I make sense
of your existence this time?

I'm outside of a bar.

Okay, that's easy. Go
inside, commence drinking.

Jack and Emma are there... inside.

- Oh.
- "Oh"?

Why "oh"?

Uh, sorry, I meant, um, so?

So...

I think they're gonna
propose getting back together.

Uh, well, what... what about, um...

Leo?

Exactly, well, all the kids

including the ones I haven't met yet.

I'm going back. I have to.

I want to.

Okay, great. So, why not open with that?

I wanna make it work with them.

But it doesn't, Iz. Do you hear me?

On so many levels, it
just does not work, okay?

Just... look, after my wedding,

- you're just gonna get that tight little ass...
- [DISCONNECTING BEEP]

Iz? Hello?

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

Who the hell do I think I am?

The voice of reason, me?

Do you wanna know why I
really hated being a therapist?

Because I couldn't stop thinking how...

how criminally idiotic it is for me

to be advising anybody on anything ever.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

When do you think you'll be able to

walk around without that crutch, huh?

- What?
- This whole, "I'm hot mess Nina" thing,

like it's your Get
out of Jail Free card.

No, because you're really not
that person anymore, are you?

I mean, until it's convenient.

You follow me?

Okay, look, you don't
wanna be a therapist, great.

You don't wanna do this
whole bar thing with me, fine.

- I get it.
- Oh, do you, Shaun?

- Do you really?
- Please, don't do that.

Don't give me the "I'm
Shaun, the fucking bartender,

and I should keep my
half-baked wisdom for

drunks who don't remember it,"

'cause you are at a
serious fucking crossroads.

It's time to get real.

Stop hiding behind this hot mess Nina

and make that turn into
the rest of your life.

Own it.

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

And I am not just
talking about your career.

♪ ♪

Hm.

You're in over your head, sport.

[MOODY MUSIC CONTINUES]

♪ Change up and tell me
when you're coming, baby ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Taking what you got like it's better ♪

Shaun.

♪ Isn't that the point of
why we're feeling fake as ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

- Hi.
- Hey.

Hi.

[SOFT POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ Now I see ♪

♪ And truth ♪

[SIGHS]

Well, thank you all for
meeting me here today.

- We called you, remember?
- No, I know.

I just always wanted to say
that like a boss motherfucker.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I'll go first.

Obviously, we have some
logistical challenges

that we need to work through.

- Iz...
- I... I have a theory.

Things work out when you work them out.

- You have to commit to...
- Iz.

What? What... what is it?
What's wrong with you two?

We...

Just spit it out.

- Uh...
- We're done...

for good.

We can't see you anymore.

- Iz, you need to...
- Don't fucking tell me what I need to do.

At least that much is up to me.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Well, what we're gonna do is stay away

- from Ben and Lala's wedding...
- Yeah.

So we can move on with our lives.

♪ ♪

And we need you to respect that.

You need me to respect that?

♪ ♪

You guys want some respect?

♪ ♪

I walked in here with a plan

to tell you that I'm going
back to Otay Mesa on Monday

and beyond that, I thought
we could talk about it

and discuss it like three adults

who fucking love each other.

But I guess you guys
decided on another approach.

Uh...

- we decided that...
- Of course you did.

Jack and Emma deciding

what's best for the three of us again.

♪ ♪

But I guess that's the most
fitting end of all, isn't it?

You guys telling me how it's gonna be.

♪ ♪

Fucking say something.

Uh, we're grateful for
the year we had together

and for everything it
did for our marriage,

but we don't... uh...

we don't...

We don't love you...

Yeah.

Anymore.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

- And we think you deserve to be...
- Fuck you.

♪ ♪

You don't get to tell me what I deserve.

[SOFT POP MUSIC CONTINUES]

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ How can I speak? ♪

♪ Will I see tonight? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Not like before ♪

♪ I was torn from your side ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Time ♪

♪ Fills my mind ♪

♪ I was blind ♪

♪ Now I see ♪

♪ And truth ♪

♪ In your eyes ♪

♪ I had lies ♪

♪ Now I see tonight ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

[INTENSE TONES]

[WHOOSHING]

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