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ROGER: My fiancée, Mukta Patel, was a beautiful soul.

And her tragic death at this cursed intersection,

which has taken so many before their time...

will not...

Sorry.

(exhales) Will not be...

Sorry, can you read that, Sean?

Thanks.

(clears throat)

"...will not be in vain.

"Thanks to our friends at the Department

"of Transportation Bureau of Electrical Operations,

drivers will now be able to make a safe left onto Division."

No. Word for word, please.

Thanks.

"Furthermore, overall congestion

"on the West Side should be lessened,

"particularly on weekdays between 4:00 and 6:00 p.m.

"And now let there be light--

red, yellow and green."

(soft gasping, chattering)

-Here you go, pal. -No.

There's an ending there.

"And, finally, courtesy of Roger's colleagues

-at South Side Toyota..." -Ah.

-Where the deals can't be beat. -"...can't be beat,

a 21-horn salute for the glistening ruby of Mumbai."

-(horns honking loudly) -(gasping)

(scattered groans)

(honking continues)

♪ ♪

-Hi-yah! -Whoa. Careful.

That's Mukta's grandfather's nuptial sword.

Put it back in the scabbard, please.

Sorry, Uncle Roger.

This would have been such a cool wedding.

Yeah. For a culture associated with nonviolence,

they sure have a lot of swords in their ceremonies.

-Fair. -Major Ojenz news.

Ooh. (inhales)

So, are they in? Are your trader buddies investing?

They're still gonna tell us first thing Monday morning.

Marco, that's not news.

It's an update.

-It's not news. -Oh, I'm sorry,

are there not updates on the news?

What is this conversation?

-Hey. -Hey.

Hey, about the other night...

-Oh, the thing we-we really don't need to talk about. -Yeah.

So weird. It put me in this crazy headspace,

so I ended up doing a little bit of Web surfing.

Did you know that it's actually legal

for first cousins to get married

in a surprising number of states?

So a kiss isn't illegal.

Not even that unusual.

-Definitely a little weird. -Yeah.

I think we still don't need to talk about it.

Okay. All right. Cool.

-So, how you doing, Rog? -Uh, good days, bad days.

-Oh. Ah. -(chuckles softly)

-Sean and Agape. -How you doing?

-Oh. -The woman who changed my life

and Suroosh's diaper.

-Thank you. -(chuckles)

I am going to give him a bottle,

-then put him down for a nap. -Okay.

All right. See you, buddy. Have a good sleep.

-Nice to meet you. (chuckles) -SEAN SR.: Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you. -Hey.

-Aw. -An angel

sent from Ghana for me.

-Yeah. -Obviously, there's

a mutual attraction we have for each other,

but I'm not sure what to do about that.

-Yeah, no, you're gonna do nothing. -No, you do nothing.

-Um... -Don't screw things up with the nanny.

No, I am not taking your calls

-at 3:00 a.m. again, ever. -(sighs)

Ann, Sean, please. I'm a father first,

a sexual being second.

Oh, God.

Ah.

I think I owe you an "I told you so."

What are you talking about?

Uh, Grace was vibing me. She kissed me.

Like, a real kiss?

I believe the French call it a French kiss.

-Oh, my God. -Mm. Told you so.

Are you into her?

No. Just gloating.

Honestly, still reeling from Cora and doing stupid things,

but... I don't need to tell you about that.

Why? What-what-what have you heard?

The whole Nick story-- you puking on his boots.

-Oh, right. I totally forgot I told you about that. -Mm, yeah.

Yeah, that was the... stupidest thing I've done in months.

-Good. -(chuckles nervously)

ANN: Okay, everyone listen up.

I have my very first patient

-in my new office this morning. -Mm.

So, when this screen is up,

these rooms are off-limits.

Am I clear?

What about the bathroom?

That's got to still be all-access, right?

-Is it over here? -That's my thinking spot.

BRIDGET: Oh, my God.

You're gonna be at work anyway.

It's about establishing precedents, Bridget.

This is a land grab. It's like Hitler

rolling into Czechoslovakia.

SEAN SR.: Hey, guys. Me and Seanny got

the South Side Championship tonight.

-Big night. Lucky Pucks. -Go, Lucky Pucks, baby.

Yeah, I have plans with Stacy. She just broke up with Claire,

-and she really wants to hang out. -Mm. I have a meeting

-with Grace, so... -Really?

-Yeah. -Guys, can we just take a moment here

and just grasp the magnitude of this game?

Okay, we haven't hoisted the cup in-in 14 years.

-14. -Well, it is a hockey game, hon.

-Perspective. It's just... -Perspective? -Ouch!

-Perspective is for losers. -(doorbell rings)

-Perspective. -(gasps) Okay. He's here. Everyone out, please.

-(stammers) Yeah. -I haven't finished my breakfast.

And we haven't talked about your Clark Kent glasses.

-What the hell? -DAN: Morning, guys.

No, every-- Get the hell out.

-What? -She's got to find

a phone booth. She's got a city to save.

Just go.

Good luck, good luck, good luck.

-SEAN SR.: All right. -Okay.

Now I can't wear 'em.

(clears throat)

SEAN SR.: So, listen,

one of their defensemen, Bobby Sullivan,

-had COVID. -Yeah, no, yeah,

I heard he still can't breathe right.

Yeah. Really sad.

-Yeah. -Which is why we're gonna go right at him.

-Oh, my God. -Hey, man,

we want to win, right?

(dramatically): Father of mine,

I have been appointed

by some members of the team

to bring something up to you.

Why are you talking in that weird voice?

What's-what's-- This is about the showboating?

'Cause I'm-- The air guitar?

Playing my stick like an air guitar. They're all jealous.

Yeah, that's not great.

I also wouldn't assume they're jealous.

No, it's-it's about--

-and, again, don't shoot the messenger... -What?

They're gonna put you on the fourth line.

What?

-(sucks teeth) -With the accountant

and the kindergarten teacher? You crazy?

-Where's this coming from? (stammers) -Again, not coming from me.

-This is... -Some are saying you haven't scored a goal

in two-plus seasons.

I haven't scored a goal in two-plus seasons

because I turned into a playmaker.

I'm all about the assist now.

I think your assists might have been accompanied

-by one too many guitar solos. -'Kay.

I want a name. Who's behind it?

I, uh... (stammering)

There he is, my brother, the traitor.

-SEAN JR.: Yeah, I... -My own flesh and blood. Traitor.

So, how are things with you and Kyle?

PATRICK: A little tense.

He wants to move in,

but all of his other relationships seem to end

when he gets bored.

I guess I have abandonment issues.

Can I share something with you?

Sure.

Well, when I was... seven--

no, wait, I was eight--

my father took me to a rodeo, of all places.

And in between getting cotton candy and beer--

I mean, it wasn't unusual for him to drink during the day--

he lost me.

Like, literally, he lost me at a rodeo.

Talk about abandonment.

Go on.

As you were saying that,

I had a memory of my mom...

My mom--

oh, uh, a little perspective for you here...

All right. So, what about the intangibles, okay?

I'm the heart and soul of this team.

I told you, when I became captain,

-I would be data-driven. -(scoffs)

You want the data on why you're the captain?

'Cause you bring the hot chocolate. That's why.

-That is not why. -AGAPE: Quiet, please.

Suroosh is sleeping.

-(whispering): Sorry. -Sorry. -Sorry.

Sean's not taking the news well.

Oh.

(door closes)

Why does she know about this?

She's my sounding board.

(scoffs) Your sounding board.

Bounce this off her: I belong on the second line. Okay?

-Not according to the numbers you don't. -"According to the numbers."

-(scoffs) -Did you not talk to him about the senior league?

-What? -Oh, God.

-You never told him? -What?

-He got red-faced. -I was right.

-I'm not playing... -None of it went the way

-you said it would, Roger. -What?

Listen, we just think it's time,

-maybe-- Yeah, yeah. -What-what, you?

A lot of us discussed it.

And we think it's time you moved up to the senior league.

-The Silver Lions are looking for a center. -Silver Lions?

-I'm not playing on the S... -Dad,

think about it. You would dominate.

Of course I would dominate in that league.

Ed Burns is in that league. He's 75 years old

and can't go to his left.

You know why? Cataracts.

-That's why. Okay? -(phone vibrating)

Oh, thank God.

(exhales) What's the latest?

Coz, they want in.

$25K.

Are you serious?

That is some very good news. Whoo!

I said no.

Wh-What?

I can get 'em up to 50.

But we only need 25.

No, no, no, no, I got this.

I'm playing chess. They're playing checkers.

No, no, play checkers, play checkers.

Crown them. Take the 25.

Yeah, yeah. Stay tuned, stay tuned.

-I... -Let's go.

You no longer have an uncle.

This family.

Yeah, so I always felt like my mom expected me

to be the clean basket of laundry.

But I always wanted to be the dirty basket of laundry.

Earthy, you know, messy and, yes, Patrick,

just a little bit bad.

Oh, God. We're out of time. (chuckles)

I think we actually went over.

So, same time next week?

I'm not sure this is a great fit.

Oh, really? I really felt like

we were making some headway there.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

-STACY: Okay. Yeah, this is... -BRIDGET: Right?

...officially the party house.

Oh, no, I hope not. (chuckles)

I have been doing way too much partying lately.

That's kind of why I called you.

(chuckles softly) Because I'm boring?

Uh, no. Because I missed you,

and, you know, I just wanted to have a night

-where I don't get into any trouble. -Yeah.

Yeah, all I'm hearing is "boring."

(laughs)

(inhales)

Okay, I need to tell you something.

But it needs to stay in the Cone of Silence.

Oh, my God, we haven't done the Cone of Silence

-in, like, forever. -Mm-hmm.

I almost kissed my cousin.

-Holy crap. Marco? -Yeah.

-Marco. -Uh, wh-what were you thinking?

I don't know. I was really drunk.

-We had a moment. It was so stupid. -(chuckles)

-Okay, um, what about Marco? -(sighs)

I don't know. He was drunk, too. But then,

yesterday, I saw him and he was acting so weird.

And... (sniffles) I don't know, call me crazy,

but I feel like...

he might be kind of into me?

Okay. Yeah, we are totally opening a bottle of tequila

-right now. -I-I don't have any.

I do.

Oh, there she is.

Who's boring now, bitch?

-I have no willpower. -ANN: I don't--

Were you ever fired when you were starting out?

Do you really want me to answer that?

Oh, God. You just did.

(inhales, sighs) I think I was nervous,

so I overshared.

Do you think I'm a bad therapist?

-I think you're a new therapist. -Oh, you're just giving me

-nothing today. -(door opens, closes)

-Hey. Hey, you-- Hi. Hi. -Oh.

-Hi. -You know about this hockey coup d'état?

Honey, you know I'm in a post-session review.

Um, do you want me to go wait in the office?

-No. -No, she's just gonna tell you anyways.

Get this, okay? This-- The guys,

they want me to move up to the senior league.

Well, you have been getting injured a lot.

-Mm. -I leave it all out on the ice, honey.

-That's what I do, okay? -Mm.

Okay, you're making noises, Grace.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's actually very normal,

what you're going through.

-ANN: Mm. -You know, we struggle

with, um, transition as we mature.

Okay. You-you can go in the office now.

Actually, you know what? Better yet, I'm going upstairs.

Three steps at a time, okay?

-(stomping on stairs) -Well, as I was...

SEAN SR.: Ow!

-Oh. -SEAN SR.: I'm fine!

I'm gonna go check on him, um, because I probably

could have handled that a little more delicately.

At least he can't fire me. (laughs)

-Huh. -Okay, can you make some more tea?

Determined to get some sympathy out of you today.

Okay, no problem.

-Coming, honey. -(door opens)

-Hey, Grace. -Oh, hi, Dan.

I'm, uh, just gonna make some tea, so...

-Oh, let me get it for you. -No, no.

I can do it. I just got to...

ANN: He doesn't want to talk.

Wants to use his outrage as motivation.

Yeah, like that'll ever happen.

Hello, Dan. Are you being nice to Grace?

-Yup, yeah, he is. -Good.

Yeah, I'm just gonna go back downstairs,

and you two can talk about how nice I am.

Don't eat all those cookies.

Well, unfortunately, I have to cut this short.

I have to go to a marriage-mandatory hockey game.

You want me to come with you? We can keep talking.

That would be amazing.

Oh, my God, look at 'em.

It's like they're moving in slow motion.

You know?

That guy looks like he's about to drop dead.

They're having fun. Would you stop?

Yeah, yeah, it's all fun and games

until we have to call 911.

Love you, buddy. I got to go, hon. Bye.

-Have a great game, Roger. -Thank you. -SEAN SR.: Oh, God.

Are they together?

-(sighs) Your uncle is a moron. -Jesus.

Stretch out the groin, boys!

Coz?

Yeah.

I got 'em up to 50.

Are you... are you serious? Marco, you are a god!

-I said no. -Why?

I told 'em 75, or no deal.

-They got an hour to get back to us. -No, no.

Take the deal. Call him back and tell them

-we'll take the deal at 50. -No, coz.

-They'd smell weakness. -We are weak, Marco.

We have no money.

-Stay tuned. -(whistle blows)

♪ I see you lookin' right next to me ♪

♪ I see you took in... ♪

-(distant shouting) -(slurping)

Are you eating soup?

Tomato-basil. Cup?

No.

It's not like we ever go in anyway.

♪ It's not your movie, just set me free... ♪

Go, go, go, go.

(whooping)

-(cheering) -All right!

-Lucky Pucks! -Attaboy, Rog!

-Go! -(Sean Sr. sighs)

♪ Take it! ♪

♪ It's me, I got that fever ♪

♪ You wanna be mine ♪

♪ You think you got my number... ♪

(buzzer sounds)

-Roger, put me in. -I have a game plan, Sean.

A statistically-based game plan.

-Oh, yeah, statistically-based. -LAWRENCE: It's a tied game.

This is stressful.

Oh, my God.

(chuckling): Oh, my God.

(slurping)

-Cheers. -Hello. (laughs)

-Oh. -Hey, what's up, ladies?

-Not much, Marco. -Is that a new scarf, Bridge?

-Um, yeah, it is, actually. -It's really pretty.

I mean, like with your coloring and the boots and everything,

-it's a total home run. -Oh, my goodness.

Um... okay.

I think we're gonna be late to get our...

-We got to get... get our seat on. -All right, well, you...

-You two stay out of trouble, okay? -(laughs) Okay.

-I'll see you later. -All right.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

-(laughing) -Oh, my.

-(quietly): Wow. -Right?

(distant shouting)

Mmm.

Good.

What's the big chunks?

-Cabbage. -Ah.

Cabbage.

(slurps)

Yo, cousin!

-They passed. -Oh. What?!

Yeah, I think I pissed them off with all the deadlines

and the mind games. At least that's what they said.

-No, that's what I said at every step of the negotiation! -Yeah.

-Yo, big guy. -Don't you "big guy" me!

-No. Coz, big guy! -Don't you... (groans)

-Oh! -Ooh!

All right, Sean, you're in!

Oh, yeah. Yeah, here we go.

Oh, yeah!

Hello, stranger.

-Did you follow me here? -No.

-I just wanted some coffee. -Oh, my treat.

-I-I got it. -I can

-get you a... -Ooh, uh...

Uh, wait. Just...

Ah. Can-can we talk about all the...

-the kissing that's happening? -I know.

-What are we doing here? -Well, this-this might

surprise you, but, um, I hadn't really thought it through.

Oh. Well, psychologically speaking,

I would say that I haven't been with someone

in a really long time, and you are really hot.

But one of us has to be the mature one,

and since my son Jason is one year older than you,

I think that's me.

Uh, Jason. Uh, wait. What's your last name?

Galloway.

Oh, boy. I-I went to elementary school with him.

I think I played Dungeons & Dragons at your house one time.

Um, yeah, maybe we should just be friends.

-Maybe not even that. -Sound-Sounds good.

-Yes. -Yeah.

Uh, I'll ignore you when you come to the house.

Good plan.

♪ Yeah... ♪

♪ Ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah. ♪

-(buzzer sounds) -(applause and cheering)

Hey, kiss my ass!

Kiss my ass.

Kiss my ass? That's right, Roger.

Uh-- Oh! (groaning)

-That... -Oh, God. -Too old.

Oh, my back.

Corbett, put the soup down!

You're in!

-Let's go. Let's go. -Uh... -SEAN SR.: Roger.

-Oh, no. -ROGER: Get up! Get up!

(groans)

-ROGER: Let's go! -Roger?!

SEAN JR.: $50,000.

Like, I've had a lot of ideas,

but nobody has ever given me that kind of money before.

I'm sorry, man, but we'll live to fight another day.

-What if we don't? -Dude,

where is all this self-doubt coming from?

-Failures, Marco. Many, many, many failures. -Okay, okay.

Well, let me set you straight real quick, cousin.

You're an innovator. You've always been ahead of your time.

Except not anymore because...

the space-time continuum is colliding on this one.

-What the hell does that mean? -Coz, it means

that my trader buddies weren't the only one

that got their bonus checks.

They say never to invest your own money, but, hey...

Ojenz, baby.

-Marco, I can't. -Yeah.

What if we lose it all?

What if we become so rich that everybody hates us?

That's literally my dream.

It's everybody's dream, coz.

If we've learned anything from today,

it's that when somebody offers you money, you take it.

-Ojenz? -Ojenz.

-I love you, coz. -I love you, Marco.

-MARCO: We've got this. -STACY: Hey, you know

-who married his first cousin? -No.

Albert Einstein.

-And also, Charles Darwin. -Aah!

-These guys are no dummies. -Oh, I'm not enjoying this.

And Jesse James, who...

actually kind of looks a little bit like Marco.

(laughing): Oh, my God, he does!

If you, like, swap the horse out for a Tesla.

(both laugh)

Oh, how did I get here? (scoffs)

I mean, what am I doing with my life?

-Nothing. You're amazing. -(scoffs)

Okay, I cheated on my husband, I showed up drunk at Nick's,

my cousin is hitting on me.

I'm nowhere near amazing.

No. You know what? You are one of the best people I know.

-Really? -Yeah. I mean, you're...

you're smart, you are kind, you're beautiful.

You're the whole package.

No. I mean, I definitely don't feel that way,

but it's nice to hear.

-God, I missed you. -Oh.

-Oh, my God. -Oh, oh.

-I love you. -I love you, too.

Oh, no. Oh, no. I don't...

I don't think that's a good idea.

-Really? -I'm just...

I'm not attracted to you like that.

You know, just-just 'cause I like women

doesn't mean I like all women... that way.

-No, I get it. (laughs) -You know?

I'm very embarrassed.

No, no, don't be. You-You're still my best friend.

-(groans) -I just don't want your tongue down my throat.

-You know? -Okay. (laughs)

-Okay, um, let's-let's go get some pizza, okay? -Yup.

-Ooh. -Oh, my God, I'm kissing everybody.

-Mm-hmm, yeah. -It's like a compulsion.

Oh, hey.

This way. (laughs)

-SEAN SR.: Oh. -ANN: Sean?

SEAN SR.: Oh, down here.

Oh, no.

I really did a number on my back.

Ah. You want me to get you some ibuprofen?

No. I think I'm at the legal limit. I just took four more.

-Oh. -(exhales)

I think I'm just gonna have to play for the old guy team, hon.

What? Nah. You should've seen yourself out there today.

-(sighs) -Skating around, all sexy.

Honey, I'm-I'm just gonna keep getting injured.

Yeah, and you're just gonna keep complaining about it, too.

(sighs) Maybe I'm just being stupid.

-(sighs heavily) -All right, what's your favorite movie?

-Unforgiven. -What happened to Butch Cassidy?

Oh, I, uh, I was stuck in traffic last week,

and I reevaluated.

But Butch Cassidy-- close second.

Well, how did they go out?

Hail of bullets.

And I am too young to be married to someone in the senior league.

You...

-are a very good therapist. -Really? You really think so?

Yup. I hope you're charging top dollar,

'cause that's some good advice.

Well, the rates are set by the Wellness Center,

but I really appreciate you saying that to me today.

You want me to make you something to eat?

-Uh, yeah, that'd be great. -Okay.

-Thanks, hon. -Mm-hmm.

-BRIDGET: Thank you. -(Sean Sr. groans)

Ooh, what the hell is happening here?

(whispering): Father couldn't sleep, Bridget just got in.

-You want some eggs? -I'd prefer French toast.

Your mother's not a short-order cook, okay?

Well, are-are waffles out of the question?

And why are we whispering?

Dan's downstairs asleep. I don't want to wake him.

(inhales sharply)

Ugh.

We fell asleep. What time is it?

Hmm? Oh, um... Oh, it's only 4:15.

-Oh, thank God. -Mm.

Um, I, uh, better sneak you out before anyone wakes up.

-Mm, yeah, good call. Good call. -All right.

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