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Sam Rothberg?

Now, we're all familiar

with the Kubler-Ross Stages of Grief,

but Kubler-Ross's lesser-known work,

The Stages of Realizing That Your Missing Wife

Has Been In The Park Napping And Also Fucking Sam Rothberg,

also deserves its day.

Stage one is, naturally, shock.

How had Toby not realized that Rachel had a thing for Sam?

She had named him as her free pass

at a dinner with their friends.

Listen to the patient, you asshole.

God, what an idiot he was.

Toby had sworn off Facebook following his divorce

because just looking at it made him despondent.

Facebook was a landscape of roads not taken

and moments of bliss, real or staged,

that he couldn't bear.

Yeah. Best to stay off Facebook.

It's gonna be another hot one this week

as record temperatures soar even further

in this god-awful heat wave.

Here's the thing about indifference.

...fallout from Donald Trump's Reddit AMA,

and also some more news to take your mind off the fact

that your wife was fucking Sam Rothberg

and also napping in the park.

It is impossible to attempt.

And in the attempt, you become less indifferent than ever.

Did Miriam Rothberg know?

Had Sam and Miriam divorced?

No, of course not.

She was fucking a married guy, Lib.

You know, I've long had questions

about her basic character.

You know, like, who was this person

I was married to for 15 years?

I cannot fucking believe what you are telling me

right now. Yeah, I know.

This is the person who's raising my children.

Well, not really.

Yeah, I know.

You know what I'm doing right now?

Smoking a cigarette.

You think she even waited a minute after I moved out

before immediately starting up with him?

Well, I mean, who says that it happened after?

Poor Toby was finally catching up to the fact

that he truly didn't know anything.

He thought back to that visit at the Rothbergs' second,

third, or fourth house more than a year ago.

Sam? Yeah?

What is on your wrist?

Oh.

It's a Girard-Perregaux Moon Phase.

I got it for nothing. Oh, no kidding.

You can't get one of these for less than 10 grand.

Mnh-mnh. Okay, not nothing.

Well, it's beautiful.

It was a long night that didn't even end when it was over.

He tried to use the time productively,

and with that, he reached stage three.

Toby had been replaced.

No, not replaced.

She'd gotten an upgrade.

Who could ejaculate successfully

under these circumstances?

That was it.

He'd reached the next stage--

confrontation.

He ran to Rachel's but got momentarily sidelined.

Was she a patient?

Someone he went to school with?

They recognized each other at the same time.

Yeah. Just like that. Ride, Daddy.

Ooh. Yeah.

I'm the cowboy.

Oh.

He realized that this whole thing

might be some cosmic punishment

for finally have a teaspoon of fun in his life.

"This is what you get," he thought.

"This is what you get for having sex

with strangers on your phone like an animal."

Long time, no see, Dr. Fleishman.

He arrived at Rachel's unsure of what he'd find

or what he'd do when he found it.

He gathered all he had to go in there.

Whatever it was, he could handle it.

Shit.

Dr. Fleishman here.

Test results for Karen Cooper.

Liver failure.

Okay, got it.

I'll be in in 10. T-Text me what I need.

Mr. Cooper. Hi. Okay, um, here.

Come on in. Please, sit down.

What?

Her Wilson has progressed too far.

Her liver is just to injured.

Okay, so what's gonna happen?

Uh, well, first, we're gonna assess her for a transplant,

which involves us putting together a panel of people

who will figure out where she'll go on the list.

Okay, great. Can I call this panel?

Is that-- No, no.

That's-- That's not how this works.

But listen, she is a young,

healthy mother of two young boys.

She'll go high up. That's--

I mean-- A liver transplant?

Yeah.

But listen, I think it's one of those things that, um,

that feels crazy when it's happening to you,

but from where I sit, it happens successfully all the time.

I just-- I-I don't know how she got it, you know,

I mean, because she-- she is exercising all the time,

she's drinking green juice, Pilates.

She didn't-- She didn't get it. She's had it.

It's been in her this whole time.

It's just been dormant.

Here, let's-- let's go see your kids.

Here, come on.

What was it like, Toby wondered,

to have a normal marriage,

where when your wife was sick, you worried?

Just a marriage. Nothing crazy.

He had to get out of there.

He had to confront Rachel.

Oh, good, Dr. Fleishman.

Hi. Yeah. I was just, um--

We're short a transplant hepatologist for a panel.

Dr. Coleman's daughter is having a baby.

Oh. Yeah. No. I was just heading out, but, uh--

It won't take that long, truly.

Yeah, of course. I really appreciate it.

Okay.

Oh. It's so hot.

Now there was nothing stopping him.

Now there were no excuses.

Long time, no see, Dr. Fleishman.

Fuck it, He was going in.

Hello?

Hello?

It had been a long time since he'd been there.

He hadn't expected the feelings that overcame him.

This was his kids' home.

This had been his home.

Good. Wash your hands. Wash your hands.

I'm so hungry. Yeah, yeah.

Can we have something to eat? Yeah, of course.

The mummies were wrapped in a...

None of his memories were of the monumental moments.

Sarcogophalus.

Close.

Sar-- Sarcophagus. Yes.

He couldn't have thought of one if you'd asked him.

Ancient Egyptians believed that they

would live on in an afterlife...

But here they were, embedded in these walls.

Oh, come on.

It's just the most undermining bullshit I've ever heard.

God, do you even hear how you talk to me?

You're supposed to, like, love me, Rachel.

You're supposed to pretend at least that you love me.

But he was here for a reason.

What the fuck?

Weed?

Rachel would never smoke weed, never ever.

Tea?

Rachel hates tea.

Beef lo mein?

Rachel was an avowed shrimp and lobster sauce person.

She would never eat beef lo mein.

More beef lo mein. It was all beef lo mein.

He had to piece together where she was and what was going on,

but he still couldn't stop thinking about Sam Rothberg.

Babe, you want some tea? Oh, I love tea.

It's so good for you. Yes, please.

Maybe he didn't know her at all.

Dr. Fleishman.

Don't you "Dr. Fleishman" me.

I'm inside the apartment. I'm-- I'm looking for clues.

Oh, like what? I don't know.

I'm trying to discern if he was here.

How? I don't know.

Looking for, like, a pubic hair. Rachel hasn't had any for years.

If I find one, it's definitely Sam's.

But how will you know?

You can't, like, dust for pubic hair.

Yes, of course you can.

Shit, wait. I-I gotta go.

I needed-- I wanted to tell you--

No, no, no, no, no. Sorry. I really gotta go.

I'm so happy to finally be with someone

who encourages me to try new things

rather than just walking around the city incessantly.

Walking is for losers, babe.

Ambien?

Fucking Sam Rothberg.

Give it to me. Oh! Mmm!

I! Love! Beef! Lo! Mein!

Oh, God!

How have I never tried it before?

Give it to me.

Oh, my God. I'm starving.

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

You've reached Rachel Fleishman.

Hey, it's me. I just want to let you know

that you can continue living it up on your own

because you will never see these children again.

Long time, no see, Dr. Fleishman.

Yeah, can she see me?

It's-- It's a custodial emergency.

Please?

Well, she's my lawyer.

Yeah, no, I know it's a Saturday.

That's why it's an emergency.

Yeah, it's about my children.

Their mother has abandoned--

Two hours? What-- What am I supposed to do for two hours?

Alright. Alright. Yeah, no. Fine.

That's fine. Yeah, I'll be there.

Two hours was a natural window

in which he could plunge into the next stage--

distraction.

He went to a book store to try to lose himself in a book--

Decoupling, a book that was as close

to the friend he needed as he could find at that moment.

Decoupling was our favorite book

written by our favorite author, Archer Sylvan,

a gonzo account of a year in the life of a divorced man

in 1979.

It called out women for changing the rules on men

with no warning because of their vapid women's lib

and their stupid sexual awakenings.

What can I say? The book hadn't aged well.

Barbara, hi. I'm sorry, but this was a true emergency.

I was busy.

Yeah.

Thank you so much.

You're carrying a toaster.

Yeah.

So, you said emergency?

Yes. Thank you.

I-I need to change my custody agreement.

Rachel dropped the kids off with me

and never came to pick them up.

That was two weeks ago.

What are you thinking? Uh, I don't know.

I'm thinking how dumb it was that I thought

she would ever become somebody who would be considerate or,

I don't know, work hard to make sure the kids felt loved.

No, I mean, what do you want?

How do you want to adjust the, uh, agreement?

So, what do you mean?

I want to make sure she has no access to the kids.

Like, none. Like, forever.

Sounds like you already have that.

I--

Not seeing an agreement.

Uh, remind me.

Your wife is an entertainment lawyer?

No, she's an agent. She has an agency.

Right. Right. She did Hamilton.

No. No. She, um, represents Alejandra Lopez,

the woman who did the-- Right. Right.

Presidentrix! That's it.

"Silly little slattern." There it is.

Oh, I loved that. It's a fun show.

Oh, yeah.

And you-- you are a, um... I'm a doctor.

I'm a hepatologist over at St. Thaddeus.

Right, right. Good for you.

Thanks.

Yeah, my dad was over there with a cardiac thing.

Good hospital. Yeah, I know.

We talked about your dad last time.

Well, I mean, as long as she's still paying the bills.

She's still paying the bills, right?

Yeah. I mean, I received child support this month.

That's not the point.

Well, then I think what you really need to do

is to remember that divorce is hell,

and you have to do the hard work of accepting that.

Yeah, but we had a custody agreement.

I mean, she can't just completely neglect--

Listen to me.

The laws are freighted for the husbands,

and there's nothing to be done about that.

Really? It doesn't exactly feel like it's freighted to me.

In fact, it feels like pretty much the opposite here.

No. In this case, you're the wife.

Desperate to regain his sense of self-worth,

Toby visited Nahid.

He was desperate to prove that he was a man, a real man,

a virile man, a not a wife.

Hey.

Let's do this.

Well, that was interesting.

Is there something you want to talk abut?

No.

What if I-I told you I-I can't go home tonight?

I would ask you if you needed a toothbrush.

I mean, my kids aren't there. I just, um...

I don't know. I just can't go home.

Thanks.

Here.

Oh. Thank you.

Hey, what do you say we get some breakfast?

Uh, sure. Do you want to order in?

No. No, come on. Let's go out.

It's nice out.

Um, I can't.

I don't go out to breakfast.

I don't date.

S-Sorry, what? What-- What do you mean?

I'll order. What do you want?

No, I mean, I heard you. I just-- I don't understand.

I-I like you, you like me.

Why wouldn't you--

Sorry, do you not want to be seen with me?

No, it's-- it's more complicated than that.

I-I really just don't want to get into it right now, okay?

More and more, Toby thought back

to what his dreams had been.

He hadn't wanted anything spectacular.

Just love and longevity.

Just a normal marriage.

Then he wanted a normal divorce,

but he couldn't even get that.

Now he couldn't even have a normal girlfriend.

Alright, I gotta go. Um...

You're mad.

No, I just-- I-I gotta go.

Hey. Excuse me.

You, uh-- You can't, uh-- You can't smoke here.

Hey, buddy. Buddy, there's a sign here.

You can't smoke here.

Okay.

You cannot just do whatever you want in this world!

That's not how it works! There are rules.

You're a crazy little guy.

I'm gonna lead you through it.

Give it a lot of energy, as much as you can.

Reach those arms. Go for it, okay?

♪ Turn around ♪

♪♪ Every now and then I know you'll never be the boy... ♪

Hey. Hey. You busy?

Yeah. No, I'm working out.

This, uh, crazy class where maybe every single person here

was somehow a former ballerina.

You wanna come hang out here?

It's just a-a lazy Sunday.

I have an afternoon at the pool.

Yeah, I-I promised the kids. I think.

Hopefully it's gonna clear up.

It's just-- It's like a really long weekend.

It's, like, uh, been the weekend

for eight days at this point.

Well, why don't you-- why don't you come to me?

Yeah? Yeah.

You can get out of the city

and-- and clear your head, right?

It'll be nice. I-I-I really-- I'm sorry.

I have to go. Okay. Okay.

♪ We'll be holding on forever ♪

♪♪ And we'll only be making it right ♪

♪ 'Cause we'll never be wrong ♪

♪♪ Together we can take it to the end of the line ♪

♪♪ Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time ♪

♪ All of the time ♪

♪♪ I don't know what to do ♪

♪ I'm always in the dark ♪

Sorry.

It stinks! Stay still.

I hate this! Are we done yet?

I thought I was picking you up at the station?

No, it was a really nice walk. It's a heat wave.

Stop it. Stop. Uh, do you want some toast?

Oh, sorry. No. This, uh-- This is a-a gift.

It's actually a really good one. It looks used.

Yeah. No. They don't make it anymore.

Can you get over this? I know. Come in.

We're not ready yet. Come on.

We're not leaving till everyone is wearing sunscreen.

Toby. Hi. Hey. Hey. Long time, no see.

Yeah. Uh, you joining us?

I forgot to tell you. Great.

Oh, uh, you have any idea where the floaties are?

No, we're not doing the floaties anymore.

Sasha, put this on, please.

I'm not wearing this.

That is your swimsuit. You have to wear it.

I want a bikini. Oh, my God.

I remember this from your city place.

Yeah, you're 11 years old.

You have nothing to put in-- I hate you.

You don't have-- I didn't say anything.

Hey, Sasha.

Okay, who opened the freezer and didn't shut it?

A school dad. Mm.

And she's been home? With the school dad?

What?

Yeah. I haven't been able to work out the details.

Like, I haven't even fully figured out,

like, how long ago this must have started.

No, I know. Trust me. I know your theory.

I just can't yet, okay? I need to, like, ease into this.

Fine. Sure. I'm sorry.

Yeah. No. And this guy is just the worst.

I mean, she has been with, like,

the uber ne plus ultra supernova of douches,

the parent association president's husband.

A school dad?

Like, I didn't even know that she had this in her.

Yeah, well, who else could it be, right?

I mean, I don't know. An actor, a director.

Like, literally, anybody else on Earth

other than a school dad, right?

Everybody's gonna know. Mm.

Maybe everybody already knows. I don't know.

She's not, like, the type to commit social suicide, you know?

With respect, I think we might need to revisit

what type of person we think that she is, you know?

Where are the towels?

D-- They're here!

A school dad?

It's just-- It's crazy.

So you guys just talking?

I'm doing the bottles.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Do you have trunks for Toby?

Uh, I'll check. Thank you.

I think I'll never not trust your instincts again.

I mean, you said it was another man.

Yeah, I did, but I also said I thought she was dead, so...

That's true.

I'm not going. Oh, my God.

We don't even own a bikini.

Like, there are no bikinis in the whole house!

This argument makes no sense!

Yeah, you-- you have to meet

this Sam Rothberg guy to truly get it.

I mean, he's lazy, spoiled, entitled.

He's the kind of guy that wears the pants with, like,

the white stripes on the side.

The wife has opioid money, if you want to know

the kind of people we're dealing with here.

Did you open this? No. What?

No, I've just been standing here.

Oh. What?

Hey, hey, hey. Check out what I've got.

Hmm? Look how cool you are.

Okay? Okay.

Don't tell the children.

Hey. Oh. Thank you.

You haven't changed yet?

I will.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're welcome.

As I battled the cobra that is the Lands' End tankini,

I couldn't stop thinking about Rachel.

Running off with a school dad.

Toby seemed as shell-shocked as a person could be,

but I also felt shocked in a way

that I almost had no right to.

This wasn't about me or my-- This fucking thing!

So, how's-- how's the law?

Well, people still getting sued, so it's good, I guess.

Yeah.

Hey, is it time to eat? No, no.

Um, it's Miles' lesson in five.

Oh, you want me to take him? No. I promised.

I couldn't stop wondering what I must look like to Toby,

here at my horrifying club

that I was too much of a socialist to join,

and yet-- and yet,

I wore the same utilitarian bathing suit as everyone else.

Doesn't look like the same bathing suit, but it is.

Just comes in different colors and necklines.

Some of them have shorts and skirts at the hem.

Oh. Hey. Libby.

A-Are we still on for tomorrow?

Great. I'll drive there, you drive back?

And Sadie's party's moved indoors, so...

I just didn't like being this way with someone

who still remembered me from back at the beginning,

back when I was all potential.

The world was going to take me to a million different places,

and not one of them was here.

A school dad. Can you believe it?

I mean...

Oh. That sounds tough.

Yeah, it's not great.

You know, I'm mostly worried about the kids.

Right. Yeah, sure. Yeah.

It's been really nice hanging out with you guys again, though.

Well, with Libby.

Yeah, right. Yeah.

It's been nice to see her interested in something again.

We're never gonna eat again.

Oh. Thank God. We're dying over here.

Eat this, eat this. Where's Toby?

Bathroom.

Hey. That was super fun. I'm so glad we did this.

Adam, thank you so much. Oh, yeah.

But we haven't even gone swimming yet.

No, I can't. I really gotta go. Oh. Hope things are okay.

It was really good to see you. You're sure you have to go?

We're gonna barbecue and stuff later.

Yeah, no, I do, actually. I had plans.

I'm actually meeting Seth.

You are? Yeah, yeah.

We're going to this, like, crazy underground place.

You can only access it through a laundromat, so...

Well, should I-- should I go with you?

'Cause we had to get your--

buy the blinds for your place anyway, so...

Yeah, we were, uh, watching Ratatouille.

We-- We're barbecuing.

We invited Annie and Mike.

They always cancel. I've seen Ratatouille.

We have all seen Ratatouille.

Okay, let me just, um...

I'll walk with you real quick.

Okay. I'm just not...

You really don't have to.

...sure that you should be alone right now.

No, honestly, I would prefer to be alone.

Are you sure? Yeah.

I really-- I can join. It's not a big deal.

You know, this is actually a really amazing place.

I'm really proud of you.

Look at the place you wound up here.

Yeah. It's a trick.

It's designed to lure you here.

All these people are central casting.

They're not real.

No. No, you're lucky, okay?

God, how did this happen to me? Seriously, w-what did I do?

What about me is so unlovable?

Hey. No, stop.

Don't say anything. I'm gonna-- I'm gonna go, okay?

Okay. Well, I can drive you to the train.

I'm ordering an Uber. I'll go with you.

Libby, please, please, just, like, take a hint, okay?

I don't want you to come.

This stage is called Being a Dick.

Okay.

Sorry, we're-- we're shopping for blinds this week, right?

Yeah, whatever. Okay, I'm sorry.

He'd had to leave.

He couldn't bear the families anymore.

He'd wanted a big family.

Three kids at least.

Where's the Seder plate?

There was a blissful period for them

after they decided to end things

but hadn't told anyone yet.

It was the honeymoon phase of their separation.

Absent the high stakes of trying to live together,

they spent their last few months

being kind to each other.

We were meant to be best friends, I think.

You know, this doesn't have to define us.

We're both young. We can still be happy.

We can still have more kids.

I'm sorry, what?

Why not?

Rachel, if you're interested in parenting,

I know two kids that would love a mother.

What are you talking about?

You have endless reserves of energy for your clients,

but if the kids want any part of you, you're--

you're tired or you're busy or you're taking some me-time.

You have to be kidding me.

I-I'm sorry, a-are you under the impression

that school pays for itself, or--

Can you two keep it down?

We're going to have a nice holiday.

Yeah.

Uh, hi. I'm-- I'm looking for--

Okay.

Oh, hi. Yeah. I think my friends are back here.

Right this way. The-- Some people.

Thank you so much.

Hey, there he is.

Hello. Hey.

This is my oldest friend in the world.

- Hi. So nice to meet you. - How are you?

He's 117. Usually Toby makes that joke.

Why so anemic, my friend?

Oh, it's not-- it's not a great day.

Oh, well, I'm sorry. I'm so happy you guys

are finally meeting. Yeah.

I'm sorry for what you're going through.

Oh, thanks. It's fine. You know, I'm fine.

Sorry, what-- Sorry, what do you do?

I'm in restaurant PR.

Vanessa can get us in anywhere. It's amazing.

This place is amazing.

The chef was exiled by the emperor of Japan

because he wouldn't reveal his secret recipe for Shirako,

which is the sperm of the male cod.

It makes you super virile.

Toby here's a doctor. Oh.

That's important work. Thank you.

I ordered some Fugu for the table,

which is this Japanese delicacy that's basically illegal

because one out of every 100 times,

it's, you know-- it's poisonous.

I-I don't love those odds.

Seth said you were funny.

It's the liver.

Fugu. It's the liver. Thought you would like that.

Oh, yeah. No, I do like that.

I like that. That's very sweet.

Thank you. I'll be right back.

What did I tell you? Yeah. Yeah.

Sorry, I haven't been able to really--

I got fired, Toby.

What?

Yeah, man.

My whole team did.

My boss is being investigated for some stuff,

and it's not true.

He's got a lot of enemies because he's so successful,

but, yeah, yeah, they fired the whole team.

That's-- That's unbelievable.

Sorry, are you being investigated?

I don't know. I don't know.

It's like they're not even giving us

the benefit of the doubt. Huh.

It's a different world out there, man.

It's like-- Feels like now, the environment

isn't so hospitable to our kind, you know?

Mm. I--

I'm not saying the abhorrent thing.

I am saying sometimes,

the abhorrent thing is a little true, you know?

You have the same job for 10 years,

and then suddenly, your mentor--

really, allegedly, because there's no proof--

but allegedly, your mentor is an insider trader,

and you have to go out into the world a newborn babe.

Man.

I guess the white man had his run.

That's the abhorrent thing. You just said

the abhorrent thing that you weren't gonna say.

This, Toby, this is my fight song.

Anyway, going out with the boys tonight.

Gonna do a big send-off. Starting at The Four Seasons.

I'm in charge of entertainment.

Yeah, well, listen, there's an antibiotic-resistant strain

of the clap going around. I would just--

Oh, hey, don't say anything. I haven't said anything to her.

Are you serious? Seth.

Hello. Hey.

Hi.

Tell us about the restroom.

Maybe Seth had it down right.

Don't get attached. Keep it all on the surface.

Go for as many threesomes as possible.

Life will let you down anyway.

Uh, you okay?

Yeah.

He saw that everyone there was a Sam Rothberg,

and it made him feel even more like a Toby Fleishman.

And he could no longer account for the question

of why Rachel would want Sam and not him.

Here, the answer was too obvious.

Toby desperately wanted to be home in the safety of his apps,

where he had control.

That's you.

Sorry.

Dr. Fleishman. Hi, Toby?

Liver's in for Karen Cooper.

Finally, a sign from the universe

that old Toby Fleishman hadn't been forgotten.

Everything alright? Uh, yeah, yeah.

I have a patient who needed a liver transplant

and the liver just came in.

Oh. Sorry. I gotta go.

Hey, it was really nice to-- A-Alright.

Yeah. It was great to meet you.

Yeah.

Bye.

The surgery will take more than 12 hours.

During that time, we'll be transferring the viable liver,

and afterwards, she'll go into recovery.

I just want to know that she's gonna be okay.

Yeah, Dr. Lintz is-- is the best surgeon we have,

and we're the best liver transplant hospital

in the country.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Yeah, she's in very good hands.

Listen, there is food here that will be served at mealtime,

but if there's anything you want,

we are in it for the long haul, okay?

Dr. Heydari will be available to answer any of your questions

and give you regular updates, and also, you--

you have my cell, right, if you can't find me?

Uh, yeah. Okay, good.

But I'm gonna stick around.

Right this way, Mr. Cooper.

Thank you so much. Of course.

Um, see these?

This was us right before this happened to her.

I'm sorry, and you are? I-I'm Amy.

I'm-- I'm her--

Karen's my best friend.

We went to Vegas for the weekend.

Oh, right. Mm-hmm.

So-- Jesus Christ.

So this is her, huh?

Yeah.

I think she'd really like you.

Having an unconscious patient was like talking to someone

on the phone for hours before ever seeing them.

Your brain corrected for them

to be what you wished that they were.

Toby had pictured someone smart and complicated,

though he didn't really know why.

He had not pictured someone who posed for pictures

lasciviously with cowboy strippers

at a place called Vegas Strips.

He somehow needed her to be a person who was wonderful.

Worthy.

Sorry. Here.

We'll, uh-- We're doing our best to get her better, okay?

The thought occurred to him that if he had

made Karen Cooper into something she wasn't,

well, what had he done to Rachel?

Was she just a projection, too?

What did he really know after all?

She never lied to him.

Whoa. Oh.

I'm glad to see you got here. Yeah. No. The minute I heard.

Of course.

Is everything okay?

Um...

Yeah, just, like, her-- her, um...

her kids are my kids' age.

I was-- Got me thinking, I guess.

Oh. That happens.

You doing okay, Dr. Fleishman?

Um, yeah, yeah.

Just-- I, um, haven't been sleeping so well.

Well, we're waiting on blood work for Mr. Kaplan

and Mrs. Cooper is all prepped.

Yeah, you should go home, Toby.

Uh, no. I'm gonna stay.

You don't have to be a hero, Doctor.

Hey, don't die on me, man.

He's crashing on me.

No, no. I-I want to stay.

Just, um, wake me if anything happens.

Yeah. Of course.

What was true was that he didn't want to go home

and be alone.

Mm.

No. I'm up. I'm up.

Mrs. Cooper?

I made it through surgery.

My new liver is amazing.

I'm so glad.

You saved my life.

Mm.

You're an amazing doctor.

I'm an amazing wife.

Do you want to marry me next?

Don't you die on me.

I'm not here to play God.

Wait, your incision.

I think you're going to open your incision.

Shh. Yeah.

Toby.

You're gonna open your incision.

Yeah. Okay.

Toby. Yeah?

It's-- It's time for rounds. I-I'm sorry.

I know-- I just-- I know you wanted to know.

No. Let's go do rounds.

Mm.

They're waking up Karen Cooper.

Hmm. Well, Mrs. Lee can wait.

Let's go check on Karen Cooper.

You know, we're here for the bad parts.

We should also be here for the good.

When Toby had finally torn through all of the stages,

he was left only with the facts

of what had happened in his life.

I have to go check on some labs. Excuse me.

And with that, he reached the 12th and final stage

of Realizing That Your Missing Wife

Has Been In The Park Napping And Also Fucking Sam Rothberg.

Of realizing that life had deposited you

in an absolute vast wasteland of confusion and despair.

Of having exhausted every way of avoiding the one thing...

...you have to face.