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Previously on "You Me Her"...

- Dean Weinstock.
- Might I have a word?

Weinstock is retiring as dean

and he's recommending
me as his replacement.

We have a serious fucking Lori problem.

Lori has just accepted a seat

on the prestigious Hamilton
School Alumni Board.

How much ass-kissing can
you squeeze into three days,

Assistant Dean Trakarsky?

I've been working crazy hours

on this huge pitch for
a... a fancy new theater

at The Hamilton School where Jack works.

I thought we could play hooky.

We have jobs to go to.

What are you?

I'm just their booty call?

H... how does she
realistically fit into our work,

our jobs, our lives?

Why aren't we just walking away from this?

- Mom?
- What was that?

Did you hear that?

Sorry. Think I must have butt-dialed you.

Sweetheart, I... I don't know
what you think you heard...

You mean the part about
Izzy not being your niece,

or the part about you guys paying her

to have pervy, three-way sex with you?

We got some negotiating to do, don't we?

No.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

No, no, no.

Shh. Breathe. You got to breathe.

- This is not happening.
- It is happening.

- It is happening.
- Please tell me it's not.

And you got to breathe through it.

Breathe in and out.

- No. Breathe.
- I'm breathing. This is horrible.

You're not. You're talking.

You got to breathe through
it and get yourself together.

Get yourself together, Jack. Stop.

Hey, you guys. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Yes?
- You might not know this,

but I am a very ambitious young woman.

In addition to class president,

I think I should also be
captain of the soccer team.

Maybe we can come up with, like,

um, a more realistic
arrangement, you know?

Something like shoes.

- Really?
- Woman love shoes.

Wow, misogynistic much?

But I don't hate the idea.

Maybe we'll do a shoe
of the month thing, too.

- Before I forget, fuck you, Ava!
- Oh.

- Noted.
- Honey, honey, honey, honey.

No, no, no, that's
not... that's not helping.

Let's, you know... okay,
let's take a quick recap.

The presidency thing is
gonna be hard, to be honest.

- Because people don't like you.
- No one likes you.

Your name is Ava for Christ's sake.

It absolutely screams superiority complex!

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

- Honey.
- Oh, my God.

That's not fair, honey.

Oh.

I think we overstepped our...

Oh, God. No. No, no, no, no, no.

No, you have friends. You have friends.

- Ava, it's such a pretty name.
- I should know better.

I'm sorry. That was really inappropriate.

Oh, man.

I'm kidding!

Oh! Oh!

Everybody knows the dean
throws away the ballots

and picks the class president.

We're teenagers.

We'll vote for whoever promises
beer in the vending machines

and designated pot smoking areas.

Okay, let's say hypothetically

I could deliver the presidency?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you kidding me?

Where is this gonna
end? Next thing you know,

you'll be doing her homework.

- Honey.
- Oh, my God. You have the best ideas!

- Okay. You know what?
- Oh, my God, honey!

- Whoa! Whoa!
- No, no.

No, no, no, no. Stay back, stay back.

That is not the answer right now!

Put that do... Put it down!

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

Okay, what we need is
to focus on solutions.

- Presidency.
- Work it out.

Okay. The soccer thing's
gonna be difficult.

I'll be honest. Can you even kick?

I am an A/B student,

and I need the extracurrics
to get into Berkeley.

Oh, I got to scoot.

We got a deal...

Dean Trakarsky?

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Jack. Jack, do not do it.

Do not do it. This is a mistake.

Do not... don't do it. Don't do it.

Yeah. Great.

- Can't wait.
- Yep, me too.

Anyway, bye-bye, super freaks.

Are you serious?

Hi, Mr. Trakarsky.

Hi, girls.

There they are!

And now he's here.

Uh, Dean Weinstock, thank
you so much for you support.

I... I... I was so nervous.

Well, it didn't show. You were fantastic.

You should be proud, Trakarsky.

- I am super proud, always.
- As opposed to ashen and weird.

No, um, yeah. You know,
I've been going through...

There's a lot happening
right now with my stomach.

I've, you know...

You know, I'm always tellin'
you, I have that thing.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- And that's why. In, like, here.

Yeah. Yeah, I got a...

Emma, we want you to do something special

and distinctive.

Really? Are you serious?

- That... that's amazing! Thank you.
- Wow.

It won't be official until the
Alumni Board approves it, but...

Wha...

- sor... sorry?
- The Alumni Board?

- Yeah, the Alumni Board.
- Our... our Alumni Board?

- Yeah, it's just a formality. It's nothing to worry about.
- Hey, Mr. Trakarsky.

- Oh, oh, I... I didn't realize.
- Hello. Yes, the ones we both...

Honey, we both need to be
approved by the Alumni Board.

Wow, that's... that's an extra step.

Are you two okay?

Can we go in together,
get, like, a two-for-one?

Apart from this one's
deformed GI tract, you're okay?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah. Oh, my God. Wow.

- No, we're just so excited.
- We are more than okay.

So much on the horizon for us.

I mean, yeah. It's...
and look at this day.

I mean, the sun is shining.

What the fuck are we gonna do?!

- Fuck me!
- God!

- Oh, my God.
- Short term, let's just get some vodka.

- Yeah.
- Right?

Yeah.

I love you. We're gonna get through this.

Mm-hmm.

But I'm almost certainly
gonna have to kill that girl.

Right. Wait, what?

So, what we're gonna ask you to do

is e-mail your topic choice tomorrow.

Or PJ... either of the TAs.

And then we will okay it.

Really? Every fucking day

you can clearly see me coming,

but I have to ask you to move your legs?

Really? Every fucking
day you show up 10 minutes

before class ends just to scam notes?

And think outside the box.

Now... for the, uh...

Um, okay, this time I'm dressed
like a horny sorority girl,

and, um... nothing?

Wow.

I am so shocked.

Older dudes pay you to
dress like cheerleaders

and sorority girls?

Jaw on ground, mind blown,
nothing makes sense anymore.

Are we good? Good.

What are you doing? What is that?

Nothing.

What is going in that increasingly

disturbed little mind of yours?

Is that some kind of list?

I have some shopping to do.

Oh, well, it's about time.

I'm always the one schlepping
off to the grocery store,

making sure that we don't starve.

Do you honestly think
I'm leaving class early

to buy bagels and Count Chocula?

And spicy ramen?

No. But I love you.

Talk to you later.

So, for everything
decided before that point

will be accepted.

And after that point...

Hey, cutie, I was wondering if I could...

- And here we go.
- Oh, blow me, Bill Gates.

Not an insult, Phi Gamma Stupid.

So, this is us now. These are our people.

Polygamous lushes. Did
not see that coming.

What are we gonna do about Izzy

now that we have this whole Ava problem?

- I say we jump right in, enjoy it.
- What?

We're getting blackmailed anyway.

Right, so we just

invite her over and write a new check.

Finish out the four weeks.

Mm.

Oh, my God. Mr. Gasmer?

Nina!

I almost didn't recognize you.

You look so... young.

I've been working out. Went vegan.

Sit her down. We sit Izzy down, right?

"Izzy, be like, we've gotten
way off track here, okay?"

I'll be right back, Mr. Gasmer. Just sit.

- Everything okay?
- Sit.

- Okay.
- Stay.

- So she's got to recognize that...
- Totally.

... and it's different
from her other clients.

Well, hey, Uncle Jack.

Oh, shit.

Aunt Emma? You, uh... you're pretty hot,

you know, for a woman of a certain age.

I'm pretty sure I don't qualify
as a woman of a certain age.

I'd say that I'm surprised
to see you two here,

but I'm not.

Yeah, see, this is where all the
desperate suburban 30-somethings

go to convince themselves
that they're still cool.

Listen, we've had one
motherfucker of a bad day.

And I'm seriously on the brink
of losing my shit right now.

So I seriously suggest that
you consider shutting your...

Hey, honey, honey. This is Nina.

This is Izzy's roommate.

The one who walked in on your husband

and your mutual
girlfriend... the other day.

But I... I understand

that you guys have since
crossed that threshold together.

Well, everybody knows everything.

We can't keep fucking anything quiet.

Whatever. Izzy really digs you guys.

Wait. What? She likes us?

Did she say that to you, or...

She likes him, or she likes
me, or she likes both of us?

Tell her... tell her... just
what exactly what she said.

Well, was... me? Me a little bit more?

Shitheads, focus.

Yeah, what are your
intentions with my girl Izzy?

'Cause she came home
really upset this morning.

And I'm not convinced that
it's in her best interest

to continue seeing you guys.

- She was upset?
- So convince me.

Well, you know what? We... we're not...

We don't have time or the energy
to convince anyone of anything.

So why don't you just go
back to your client, okay,

before I tell the manager that, you know,

you're hooking at his bar.

Uh, I'm an escort

like your girlfriend, not a hooker.

- It's just...
- It's very blurred.

- What is she doing?
- I am confused.

Hey, Billy.

- Does she work here?
- I don't know.

The manager of this old-person utopia

is one of my best clients.

- No, thank you.
- Drink.

- Uncle Jack...
- Yes.

... if you try and jump
my shit one more time,

this is gonna end really poorly.

- Is that clear?
- Jump?

I'm not trying to jump. I'm
not trying to do anything.

Listen, I don't know what your thing is...

Look, guys, I'm just a loyal friend

who held Izzy while
she cried this morning.

We wrestled really hard, but
then we hugged it out again.

Sounds complicated.

Just shouldn't have said the
thing about the wrestling.

Look, my point... my point is,

is that I'm gonna be the
one putting the pieces

of Izzy back together
after you guys move on.

So what's the deal?

Are you guys really breaking up with her?

- No.
- No.

No, we can't break up with her.
We were never really with her.

Bullshit. And you know it.

- Mnh-mnh.
- No, it's true. We... we... we don't...

We just, you know... we want to put it...

We're all on the same team
here. We're all on the same team.

- We are, you know... we're going back to the beginning.
- Fuck you.

We're putting it back and making it

- a finite business arrangement.
- Finite business arrangement.

I could maybe get behind that.

- Really?
- Write the check.

Stop fucking around.

Okay. So, just so I'm clear
on what you're asking of us.

You want us to cover
for you for the duration

of this deranged program that you're on.

And that's it? It's over after that?

Yep.

I mean this is Hawthorne Heights, right?

It's not some sex commune.

Okay, but are there really sex communes?

They're all sex communes, yes.

When you hear commune, you
don't even need the sex part.

That's all they're doing is sex.

I mean, we have kids, you know?

Everybody in the neighborhood has kids.

That's why you come to this neighborhood.

You have kids. You settle down.

You pump 'em out, you know?

That... I'm sorry. That's insensitive.

You're working on it. It's gonna happen.

It's definitely gonna happen
for you two, I believe it.

Okay. Okay. Move on now.

- Okay.
- Nah, it's okay.

We just let it get away from
us a little bit, to be honest.

We mistook it for something
it never really could be.

Okay, but, Em, you are
pressing reset, right?

You're putting it back to a
4-week business arrangement?

Like, writing a new check.

Yes, exactly.

Yeah. We say Izzy went back
to Syracuse with her mother,

who... who's my sister.

Yeah. I'm sure this
murky gumbo of bullshit

won't come back to haunt you
in any way, shape, or form.

Okay.

All we have to do is lie our asses off

for the remainder of the contract, right?

- Yep.
- That's good practice.

You know, in a few years,
we're gonna have to lie

to our own kids and tell
them we never smoked weed

or ate shrooms like they were dried fruit.

So, there is one other
disturbing new twist.

Ava Matherfield knows,
and she's blackmailing us.

- Ava knows?
- Yep.

And you want us to help you kill her?

Why does it always circle
back to murder with you two?

This neighborhood's going to hell.

That's what's happening
here. Going right to hell.

Nice. Let's get this going
before the hangover kicks in.

Said the spiraling alcoholic.

I don't know. Every... everything I type

makes us sound like dicks, you know?

It's like nothing nice

ever comes after "from
this point forward."

Yeah, but we've got to...

- Hey.
- Hi.

You're here!

Yeah. Sorry.

- Whoops.
- Wearing pajamas.

I am.

- Is that a tent?
- It is.

We were actually just texting you.

Oh, what does it say?

Nothing.

It's... we can just tell
you now because you're here.

Is it, uh, you guys
are breaking up with me?

Uh, well, s... see,
that... that's the thing.

No, I get it. I do.

Just from what she said? Her four words?

Yeah, I was a bad, um...
whatever, I was a...

I was a bad third. I moved way too fast

and I scared the shit out of you guys.

So now you're retreating

and you're trying to
reinstate the ground rules

and probably make it into a four-week,

uh, business arrangement again.

Is that... is that...
am I... is that close?

Um, in the general zip code, yeah.

- Damn.
- It's a gift.

I brought some things.

Just hear me out.

You know what? Just...

Wow. You're like Mary Poppins'
way cooler granddaughter.

We're gonna do something other than sex.

We're gonna hang out together,
but we're gonna do it here

and not in the daylight,
where you could face

the scorn of your peers
or lose your boring jobs.

Uh, we built some serious momentum

going in the other direction.

Okay, so, uh, after tonight,

if you still feel that
way, then I will leave,

and you will never see me again.

But I'm not gonna take your money.

It's all or nothing.

Well...

she's here.

Right, before we do any of this,

I just want to make sure
we're all on the same page.

Nope.

Tonight we are going to
fuck pages, fuck boundaries,

fuck parameters, fuck all of it.

We're just gonna fuck our fear.

- Fuck our fear?
- Yeah.

- We ready?
- Yeah.

We're gonna start here.

This is a very, very good pizza.

Not your Hawthorne Heights shit.

So I'm gonna need you to warm this

to precisely 172 degrees Fahrenheit.

It's part of the plan?

Yes. Yes. And after that,

I'm gonna need both of
you to get into pajamas.

Nothing sexy. No lingerie, Jack.

Just PJs, okay?

Okay. I guess you're the boss.

Good. I'm glad we finally realized that.

Heads up.

And I highly suggest that you split that,

'cause it's very strong.

I feel like things are about to get weird.

They are, 100%.

Wicka-wick-wick!

I can fly!

I can fly!

Aah!

Going down.

And this holy nectar

is commonly known as ranch.

And you may dip freely.

It's a pizza-gasm.

We're starfish on a beach.

Yeah.

But we're still people, right?

- Oh, God.
- It's so good.

- Is it?
- She's so flexy.

- Oh!
- Oh!

♪ DJ Jack, my rhymes are incredible ♪

♪ I think it's about time
that we have another edible ♪

Seriously, guys, do
we have another edible?

This is so good.

Nothing's ever gonna be this good again.

Wicka-wick. Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Go lower, go lower, and
lower and lower and lower.

That's amazing. I don't know what it is.

Am I crazy to think we could
get a recording contract?

Do something to this.

Ow.

It's okay, I got it.

: Go, Jack. Go, Jack. Go, Jack.

Go, go, go, Jack.

Upside-down guillotine!

In the name of all that is holy,

what the fuck are we gonna do?

All the pizza's gone.

Oh.

Did you eat it all?

I'm sorry.

I'm coming down now and realizing

how stunningly dumb this conversation is.

That is so dumb.

- Who the hell is that?
- Who is that?

- Who is that?
- You know I can hear you guys.

Oh, no.

I'm pretty sure that I heard them say...

It's the police!

"10-4, call the K-9s. They have drugs."

Calm down, people. I am not the police.

We have drugs!

I'm the pizza man.

And you are obviously very, very high.

We are so high.

- Shh!
- I ordered pizza.

You ordered pizza?

Everywhere. Pizza.

I love you. I love you so much.

Do you know that? I love you.

Ma'am.

Uh, here you go, man.

Come on, babe. Pizza.

Come on, Em, let go of the pizza man.

I'm so sorry.

: This is nice.

Best night ever.

Told you.

Maybe this is doable.

The road less traveled,

the relationship more populated.

Why does it have to be scary?

Maybe it doesn't.

Just to be clear,

this is you inviting me to move in?

And now this is happening.
Fuck, I did it again.

Sweetheart, I... I think we need to talk.

Don't do that. Don't do that.

Don't talk to me like I'm a child, okay?

I'm already

trying to will myself
to just disintegrate.

- Should we say something?
- I don't know what to say.

Okay.

I'm gonna sit up and we'll just...

we'll just rewind to right
before I said anything

about permanent cohabitation, okay?

Ready?

Here I go.

Why do you guys keep
making me feel this way?

I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm... I'm actually confused.

Did you think this was permanent?

'Cause...

it can't be.

What?

This... this can't work.

And the longer we try,

the messier it's gonna get.

This is real.

I know that you guys feel
this just as much as I do.

Right?

You can't honestly sit here
and say that I'm fucking alone.

I'm not crazy. I'm not.

Izzy, no one is saying you're crazy.

Fuck you guys!

I mean, we have careers.
We have neighbors.

I mean, we can't just bring you home to...

to introduce you to the parents.

As what? That's like...

This... this... this is not a commune.

This is Hawthorne Heights.

We're trying to have
a baby, for God's sake.

So you're afraid? Is that it?

Of course we're fucking afraid.

We have something at stake, Izzy.

We have stuff to lose.

You're at a different place in your life.

How the fuck did we let this happen?

It's not worth it. It isn't, you know?

I... it's...

I can't do this.

Izzy, please.

I can't do any of this,

any version of this.

Izzy, just sit down for a second.

You don't need to run out of here.

Izzy.

You don't deserve me.

Izzy.

Izzy.

Come on. Let's all just settle down and...

In like a week or a month,

you're gonna realize
how bad you fucked up.

Because you were afraid.

What the fuck just happened?

I think we just broke up with Izzy.

And then she broke up with us.

It's okay. Don't cry, please.

It had to happen. We knew
it had to happen, okay?

Should we go after her.

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

I don't know what to do.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Trakarskys.

Fuck.

Go.