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Previously on You Me Her...

I didn't just come here
to fight for you, Em.

Carlin's announcing his retirement
and his successor.

Only way you don't get it
is if you're not there.

Our young girls are off
to first day of daycare.

And it's all good. It's no big deal.

I said I'm either taking
a month off or I'm quitting.

- And?
- Looks like I'll be spending

a month's sabbatical
diligently not writing a children's book.

The hell is he doing here?
You told me to take a beat but not him?

She told you she needs "a beat"?
Told me she needs "a minute."

Okay, look, here's the deal:
we're gonna meet back here tomorrow,

and I'll reveal my choice.

I spoke to Meredith at Directions.

They're interested
in offering you a counselling job.

And they'll invite you
to Seattle to live in their house

with their baby
and keep living their life.

Were you guys gonna leave a note?

We're leaving for Seattle
tomorrow at oh-dark thirty.

I can't just leave my life.

My best friend is here,
and my dad is looking for a job here.

This is my home.

Well, if you're not going,
we're not going.

No, Em, I want you guys to go to Seattle.

Think about it, talk about it,
give it a real chance.

And I'm gonna be here
when you get back.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,
oh, my God, oh, my God.

Come on, just breathe, Em.

What the fuck are we thinking?!
We just drove away from Izzy

after she said there was no way in hell
she'd move to Seattle?

Then she said she would
give us the chance to talk her into it.

Yeah, well, did it look like
she meant that to you?

I don't know. Maybe? Not really?

What if she wants us
to move to Seattle?

- This is her way of breaking up with us?
- You remember what she said.

"Jack and Emma's baby
in Jack and Emma's house."

Fuck. You know, we made it
crystal fucking clear

we weren't gonna live in that loft.

- Oh, no.
- What?

She was with her dad yesterday.
What if he convinced her to end it?

We just got dumped.

Or...

Or what?

Or maybe she's the one
being the adult here.

Maybe she knows
you'll resent her and me, too,

if you pass up the opportunity of a
lifetime without even taking the meeting.

What if Carlin makes me
an offer I can't refuse?

You know, what if we move to Seattle...

and we're miserable
and we fucked it up?

What if this was a test,
and we just failed it?

Well, even if it's a test,
she's right.

We gotta go.
We have to consider it.

Yeah.

Can we get back in the car, please?

Here you go.

Thanks.

How you doin', Peanut?

Me?

No, the other Peanut.

I'm good. Mm-hmm.

That weird outburst out front...
I do that.

You know, just, like...
full moon or whatever.

What are you doing?

I'm cleaning.

Not really.

You're just picking things up
and putting them somewhere else.

Just mind your own business
and drink your espresso.

Actually, you are over 50.

Why don't you find yourself
a nice morning news show?

All the commercials are for arthritis,
dementia, hair loss.

All important issues
for your kind, right?

- Isabelle.
- Mm?

Izzy.

- Iz.
- Mm-hmm, yeah?

Just... just come over here
and sit down for a minute.

You did the right thing.

- It doesn't feel like it.
- I know.

- I'll spare you the Band-Aid analogy.
- Thank you.

I was hoping they wouldn't go,
no matter what I said.

Well, she's gotta take that job.

It just makes sense...

for them.

Can we just be done ripping off
Band-Aids for a while?

Thanks.

Actually, I gotta get back to the site.

I hate to leave you all alone.

No, it's fine. I'm gonna crash
at Nina's for a while, so...

Oh. Well, good.

I'll tell you what.
Why don't you pack up your stuff,

give me some keys,
and I'll haul it over later?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Thanks. Um...

- Take these.
- Okay.

I don't want you to go.

Well, I can stay, like,
five more minutes.

That's not what I meant.

I-I have some leads.

Cool.

Big day. Gonna get Carlin's office,
sofa sleeper and all.

His couch is a sleeper?

And there's a closet
at the back of the full bathroom.

I heard that he's retiring

because his third wife
threatened to divorce him.

Anyway, uh, Earth Juice wants
some kind of retractable cover

over the proposed green space,
because Seattle,

and a full budget by Thursday.

- Email dropped 10 minutes ago.
- Thursday? Are you serious?

Lucy, could you give us
the room, please?

- Ooh, "give us the room."
- You're fired. I mean it this time.

Oh, no.

How badly do you hate me?

It was a 10.
Now it's roughly 8.2.

Still high enough to scheme
your unseemly demise

after you accept
Carlin's ridiculous offer.

He's ready.

You know your answer?

Uh, no.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Ow.

There's a thing about kicking
people while they're down.

Yeah, I always forget
if it's do it or don't do it.

So?

I told them I was staying in Portland.

I insisted they go, and they did.

And you were hoping
that they wouldn't, obviously?

Iz?

I have to start living my own life.

Man, love sucks for you ordinary girls.

Me, I've got two dudes
willing to duel to the death.

Fine. They wouldn't even do
a dance-off.

Tough life.

Okay, look.

Here's how good of a friend I am.

After I make my choice,

I'm gonna toss you
my sloppy seconds, okay?

Mm-hmm.

- Don't.
- Mnh.

Ow.

Maybe there's a third horse
in the Nina Martone sweepstakes.

Nina Martone.

Why do you keep trying to figure out
which dude is gonna finally complete you?

Does it make it worse that I'm, um...

I'm actually... semi-aware of that?

Only if you never
do anything about it.

Aw.

We've synched our periods
and our life epiphanies.

Anyway, the point of
that rambling monologue is that

I think it's only fair
that you know who I am.

I'm Emma Seaver Trakarsky,

pregnant bisexual polyamorist.

And if Jack and Izzy don't want this,

then I don't want it either.
So I'm gonna need a little time.

And if that disqualifies me,
then so be it.

Okay, I guess you should
probably talk now. Right?

Hey.

Hey, back. How was it?

I told Dennis everything,

and he said as long as I keep
drawing big, pretty buildings,

I can be as bisexual, polyamorous,

and pregnant as I wanna be.

Such an asshole.

I have no idea when
she put that in my pocket.

"Here or there,
I'll love you. Izzy."

So what are you thinking?

I love building things.

You know, I have ever since
I was a weird little kid

with the world's largest
Lego collection.

- Yeah.
- But...

Along the way, I found
a few things I love more:

you, Izzy, this baby, our friends.

You need time for those things.

You don't get that when you're managing
partner at a firm like Pinnacle.

You get a sleeper sofa and a full-sized
bathroom in your office.

So what now?

Like I told Izzy,

we'll figure it out.

Go back to Portland, we climb
whatever trellis we need to climb,

and we go get our girl.

- Abso-fucking-lutely.
- All right.

Here.

Hi.

No. I have somewhere to be.

Where? You're homeless
and unemployed. Sit.

So as it turns out,
you didn't go see your grandma,

which means it didn't really go poorly.

- Hi.
- You smell like dogs.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

It's a start.

It's a start?

"You smell like dogs"? Seriously?

Seriously. It's never easy.

That girl sets her mind,
it's like trying to pry off a wheel boot.

I'm not gonna give up.

I'm in.

By the way, you do not
smell like dogs, just so you know.

- Thank you.
- You smell very nice.

Sorry, Em.

Yeah, I'm just gonna
come straight out with it.

You're both amazing guys
in wildly different ways.

Like, night and day,
black and white.

I'm more of a mocha latte,
don't you think?

Mm. Yeah.

I like to think that I'm more
like Peach Schnapps,

but in the shape of a person.

- Yeah?
- That was good, yeah.

- Oh. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

You know, if this thing doesn't
work out, you wanna hang out?

- I think we are.
- Oh.

Hey, hi, hi. You two want
some alone time or what?

Nope, we're all good.

Oh.

Actually, you two doing the sex
isn't entirely off-topic.

I, uh, I-I can't seem
to settle on just one,

so I'm choosing both.

I wanna be a throuple,

just like EJI, except with two penises.

What the hell is "edgy"?

That's Emma, Jack, and Izzy.

I think you missed the headline.

Oh. Oh!

Yeah. No.
No, that's not happening.

- I'm fucking with you.
- Oh.

I-I'm not really choosing
both of you.

Or... either.

Look...

I'm choosing me.

I have spent most of my life

trying to be whatever it is
I thought men wanted me to be.

And, um, now it's time
for me to figure out

how to be authentically,
genuinely Nina.

And that way, when someone digs me,
I'll know it's for real.

And... when someone doesn't,
I won't give a shit.

Hmm.

So...

This shit is messed up.

Getting right with myself before I get
serious with somebody else is messed up?

Honestly, I was, 99% certain
she was gonna pick you,

so this is a pretty solid win for me.

Nin, come on.
What are you doing?

No, I'm not ready, and neither are you.

All right. I'm out.

Good on you, Nin.

That couldn't have been easy.

You... you're kinda fucking up
my program here, Shaun.

Oh. I do that.

Do you want me to leave?

Oh, shit.

- I got a job.
- What?

I'm consoling you
because you got a job?

I checked
Jack's underwear drawer.

Mm. No ring?

I'm pretty sure
they're moving to Seattle.

Iz?

Izzy?

She's not answering.

Wait. Listen.

- There it is.
- Shit.

We should never have gone.

No, you shouldn't have come back.

Who's that?

This is Ben, Izzy's dad.
Come right in.

I've come to get her stuff.

- Her stuff?
- Yeah.

And that's her phone.
I'll take it to her.

I will give it to her

when I tell her we're not moving
to Seattle or Hawthorne Heights.

You got everything you want.

You're back together,
you're having a baby,

you're moving to the suburbs.

Look, do right by her.

Move on.

Move on?

Yeah.

What, like you did
when she was a teenager?

Oh, oh, we're gettin' shitty now?
Is that how this is gonna be?

Look, I'm aware of how acutely
fucked up this must seem.

And seven months ago, I would've
thought the same thing.

Yeah, we were just a suburban couple,
struggling to have kids.

We weren't looking
to get into any scene or lifestyle.

- No, it's not... it's not who we were.
- No.

Is that right?

Then who are you now?

I'm the woman who drove away
from the job of a lifetime

because I am deeply in love
with your daughter.

We tried to imagine a life without her,
and we just couldn't.

No. We belong together, and...

that's the truth of it.

She is never gonna feel permanent
in your world with your kid.

Can't you see that?

Actually, that's exactly what
we were discussing on the way home.

We need to make a real commitment to us

and to her,

and we have a plan.

We wanna make it official,
the three of us.

How the hell are you gonna do that?

- Okay, don't take this the wrong way...
- This should be good.

But I'm, like, really struggling

with this sudden shift
in our relationship dynamic.

- You getting a job before me?
- Uh...

Come on. I mean, God, I'm...

I really miss feeling better than you.

Don't be sad.
You'll catch up... eventually.

Okay, what's wrong?

I just thought they'd call, at least.

Well, good riddance, Griswolds.
Right?

Mm-hmm.

Good riddance.

One of your suitors?

Um, you're... you're calling me.

What?

Hello?

Yeah, she's here.

Uh-huh.

Really?

What?

Okay.

What?

You left your phone at the loft.

Okay, so they're back?

We gotta go.

- What?
- Just come with me.

- Wh...
- Just come.

- So, hi.
- Hey, Izzy.

Hi?

Um, this is our neighbor,
Helen Wilberg,

who, it turns out, doesn't bake at all

but is an actual judge.

Come here.

Hi.

We didn't have time to rehearse,

um, so we're just kind of
winging it here.

- Uh, I'll start. Okay.
- Yeah, go ahead.

Okay.

So there is no such thing
as a three-person marriage.

Ben?

Dad?

Well, let's not make a thing
out of this, yeah? I'll just...

- Um...
- Yeah, go.

Be free.

Uh... Should we...

- Now?
- Yeah.

You didn't return it.

No. Um, I saw you looking
through my underwear drawer,

so I moved it.

Okay, one more time.

- There is no such thing as a three-per...
- Stop. Stop.

- But we... we have a lot more...
- No, please.

This is very sweet and...

weird.

But Jack, I want you to put that ring
on your wife's finger,

where it belongs.

And while you're living the best,
happiest life in Seattle...

No, we're not going to Seattle.

And I already have a ring.

Same.

Oh.

This is our home, too.

For better or for worse,
we're stuck with this bunch of losers.

- Dick!
- Okay.

- Nice.
- Honey...

Okay, once again.

Uh...

there's no such thing
as a three-person marriage,

so we invented one.

Yeah, Emma and I will always
be connected by this baby,

but now we wanna be connected
with you, too.

So, um...

Oh, wow.

Here.

Izzy Silva...

will you marry us?

As in right here, right now.

Well, technically,
you can only marry one of us,

- but we know the truth.
- Yeah.

Um, I'm pretty sure that would be,
like, the worst idea ever.

- What is she saying?
- Yeah, no, just stand up.

How's it worked out so far when one of
you thought I was favoring the other one?

- I'd say it...
- Well, we're not...

- No, it was bad. It was bad.
- Bad. Yeah.

Yeah.

And it shouldn't be
about a piece of paper.

It should be about you and you and me

going all in together.

I like the way this is going.

Wouldn't be my first
Poly Commitment Ceremony.

- What?
- Wait, what?

It's a spiritual commitment,
not a legal one.

Ordinarily, you each
would've prepared

- a heartfelt declaration...
- Right, we all love each other,

we never expected this,
blah blah blah.

Here's the fucking deal, okay?

If any one of us tries to leave again,
there's no coming back.

You walk, you just keep walking.
Okay?

Okay.

So, do you, Jack...

and Emma, accept my proposal?

I do.

I do.

Alrighty then. Anybody object?

Uh, nope.

Okay.

Maybe put the ring on her finger?

Okay. Um...

Oh, right.

- Try to finish the job.
- Okay.

I hereby pronounce you
spiritually, soulfully,

and lovingly committed
to one another forever and ever.

Make out already!

Whoo!

I'm sure this'll be as smooth
as their unborn baby's ass.

Dear God, I hope not.

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