Original subtitles

all: Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four, three,

two, one.

Happy New Year!

narrator: It had been nearly four years

since the implosion of his marriage,

and Marcus had spent enough time drifting.

Enough time wallowing. Enough time fucking up.

This was a new decade,

and with it came a fresh start.

He had even waded back into dating,

proud of himself for simply seeing where things took him.

- Yo, uh, wait, who are you here with?

- You now.

narrator: If Marcus was sure of anything,

he was sure of this:

2020 was going to be his year.

[light instrumental music]

- [sneezes]

- [laughs] [indistinct chatter]

narrator: Due to the state of the world,

what had started as simply seeing where things took him

had now resulted in Marcus having a new roommate.

- Oh, my God.

narrator: And cohabitation is often the true test

of a bond between two people.

- Marcus, sound good?

- Sounds good.

narrator: But sadly, this was a test

that he and Anjali were quickly failing.

- Hey, baby, what's up?

- Hey.

Uh, where were you?

- Sorry, I had to go to a yoga class.

- You had to go to a yoga class?

- Don't worry. We were all super safe.

Everyone had masks on. We were six feet apart.

Blah, blah, blah.

- I--uh...

Did you wash your hands?

- What do you mean?

- When you came in just now, did you wash your hands?

- Oh, I was totally just about to.

- And, uh, did you sanitize this thing?

- Like before I came back home?

I think I did.

- You-you think you did?

- Yeah, someone had sanitizer there.

- Okay, uh, sorry.

That's not making me feel any better.

- Yes, I sanitized it.

I was so safe.

- Okay, um...

Look, Anjali,

I don't think this is working out.

- Are you breaking up with me because I went to a yoga class?

- No, no, no, not because of that.

I mean, well, actually, yes, but look...

you're great.

You're fun. I like you.

It's--and I guess that's just it.

I-I just like you.

And I gotta be honest here,

I don't see this going anywhere.

So rather than just floating along

until we both hate each other, I think we should call it.

Plus, I'm not trying to die over some yoga.

- It was one class. I won't go anymore.

- Yeah, I, uh--

[groaning]

- Marcus, it's a pandemic.

- I'm sorry, Anjali.

[sentimental music]

♪ ♪

[trumpet blasting]

narrator: Marcus still believed

that this would be his year

despite the sudden disappearance of his office,

his gym, his new girlfriend,

and his toilet paper.

- Well, everyone knows that, like,

Zoom and Amazon and Netflix are gonna be huge,

but there's more value in these less sexy companies.

Write this down: Shot.

Shot's gonna be a rocket ship.

- Okay, wait what's shot?

- Vials.

Vaccines.

No, dude there eventually will be one.

And we're going to need hundreds of millions of vials.

- Did you tell them about the lumber?

- Oh, my--lumber.

Listen to me here.

There is a company, a lumber company,

that I think is going to do some sort of, like,

outdoor dining setups for the summer in New York City,

should be huge.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- Listen, if you do what I tell you

when I tell you to, you'll be fine.

- All right, bro.

[casual, bass-heavy music]

♪ ♪

- Whoa. - Yeee...

Hey, sis.

- [laughs] - Air hug. Air hug.

- Hey. - Smells good, Jaleesa.

- Marcus, look, I'm sorry we can't hug you.

- Aw, nah, it's okay.

- Ooh. - [grunts]

Here we go.

[chuckles]

That is a lot of toilet paper for somebody that thought

this was gonna be over in two weeks.

- I did. But don't be mad at me and my baby

'cause we have a Costco membership, okay?

And now, could you make sure

you don't get, you know, sweat on my floor?

- I bike all the way from Clinton Hill

and you worried about sweat?

- Yes 'cause it look like you have a fever, it's scary.

- Ooh! - [laughs]

Anyway, how you doing, bro?

- Uh...

I've been better. I've been better.

This--this pandemic is tough solo.

- Solo? What you mean, solo? What happened to your girl?

- Oh, we broke up. - [gasps]

- Damn, what happened?

- [laughs] Well, I mean, nothing happened.

I just--I just wasn't feeling it, so I ended it.

- Oh, good for you.

I-I-I didn't think you had it in you.

[laughter]

- All right. Well, how about you two?

- We doing good.

- We getting married. - We getting married.

- Ahh! Ahh!

- August 20th. We've got a date.

- Oh, wait, wait, of this year?

- Yeah.

- Well, nobody's gonna come.

- Perfect. We'll save a fortune.

[laughs]

But you're gonna be my best man, right?

- Really?

- Marcus, of course, you're my brother.

Who else would it be?

- Hello? - Marcus.

[coughs]

How are you?

- I'm...okay.

More importantly, how are you?

- I got the Rona.

- Dude, are you serious?

- This is no joke. I'm hacking up a lung,

I got a pounding headache.

I can't taste shit. [spits]

- Well, what are you doing in the office?

- My wife kicked me out, said it wasn't safe

to be around the house with the kids.

- Okay, well, just be sure to take it easy.

You look really sick, man.

- I wish I could, but I got my hands full

with all this furlough business.

- Wait, what? Furlough?

- No, not you, buddy, okay? Don't worry.

That's why I'm calling. I need you.

It's only gonna be five of us from now on.

The Fab Five. - [sighs]

- At least I'm not letting you go, you know?

[coughs]

- Got it. Okay, well, thanks. - [coughing]

All right, Marcus, I'll talk to you later.

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

- Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah.

Yes, uh, I just started working

with Zelda, but I should be able to get some new pages

out of her by the end of the month, so--

narrator: While friends of his caught up on TV shows

they'd been meaning to watch,

and taught themselves to bake bread,

or roast whole chickens,

Marcus suddenly found himself overburdened

with an obscene amount of additional work.

♪ ♪

But all of that instantly felt small

when he was once again confronted by the pain

and weight of the inhumanity in the world.

- Check his pulse!

Check his pulse. [indistinct]

[crosstalk] Check his pulse.

Check his pulse, bro.

Bro, check his pulse. He coding, bro.

♪ ♪

[phone vibrates]

[music rises]

♪ ♪

[phone vibrating]

- Hi.

- Hi.

How are you?

- I'm not good.

- Me either.

- I didn't think I'd hear from you again.

- I know, I shut you out,

and I acted totally crazy.

- Yeah, you think?

- Can I--can I tell you what happened?

- Uh...

Okay. - Okay, I was in a dark place

and I didn't know what else to do.

[sighs]

When I went back to Maryland to help my mom,

I slept with the TaskRabbit

who moved my dad's piano into the storage unit, and--

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- I--I am so sorry.

And I wanted to tell you as soon as I came home,

but I just--I couldn't.

- All right.

[chuckles] All right.

I mean, you know all that...

really fucked me up, right?

- I'm so sorry.

- Like forget the fact that you fucked a guy.

How about the surprise birthday party that I threw for you?

Like an asshole.

- [sighs] Yeah.

- Did you, um...

Did you ever get my voicemail?

- Yeah.

That was-- - Well, yeah,

I'd eaten a shitload of mushroom chocolates, so--

- Marcus, I'd love to see you

so I can say sorry in person.

- Truthfully, Mia...

I think I'm all set.

I--I don't think...

I can bear to hear more.

- Okay.

- Bye, Mia.

[sighs]

- We're right behind the police line.

We're seeing now more demonstrators

come to the front.

They seem like they're antsy, Chris.

They seem like they're ready to charge.

[phone chiming] This is not a good look.

This is not a good sign here for these officers

on the other side of it.

And certainly not for the demonstrators

who are coming towards us.

- [sighs]

- When does--when does a--

when does a protest turn into a riot?

- Exactly. - Hello?

- Marcus, buddy. How are you?

- Uh, hey, man. I'm fine. Hanging in there.

- That's good. That's good.

That video...

It made me sick.

- Yeah. - I deleted my black square

as soon as I realized it was bad.

But you're doing okay?

- I'm fine. Thanks.

- [clears throat]

So obviously,

Suttoncourt's gonna put out a statement

about all this, and Marcus, of course,

I wanted to run it by you first.

- You wanted to run Suttoncourt's statement by me?

- Well, I think it's important

that we show solidarity with the BLM movement.

- Okay, but why am I the one that has to vet it?

- No, no, no, yeah, I mean, you definitely--

you don't have to do anything.

I just--I wanted to give you the opportunity.

- Oh, okay, so you want me to sign off

on your little corporate PR statement

after you fucking furloughed everyone but us,

and then dumped me with all the work?

- Marcus, the furlough is temporary.

But what isn't temporary

is our commitment to understanding

and supporting the Black community.

- Are you reading the fucking statement

right now?

- Do you not like it? - No!

No, I don't fucking like it.

Are you--are you kidding me?

[laughs]

You do not support the Black community.

You don't.

I bring you Black writers with good,

and I mean really good, manuscripts,

and automatically, man, you're just like,

"I don't get it," but what really sets me off

is that I don't think

you even actually care to.

I brought you Trey Lang's book.

I could barely get you to read the fucking thing.

But now, now, and this is the whitest shit ever,

now that it's a best-seller, you have the poster

hanging up in your fucking office,

and you have the gall to ask me,

the only Black dude you kinda know,

to rubber stamp your little bullshit corporate PR statement

so you look good?

Bro!

Hey, man, you know what? Fuck Suttoncourt.

Fuck all this--this Johnny-come-lately bullshit,

and Josh,

fuck you too.

Fuck you. I fucking quit.

- They're very deep going back

towards central-- Centennial Olympic Park.

I-I feel as though I just-- I believe I just heard

what I--what I thought was a taser deployed.

I don't see anyone, though, that is--

- [gasps]

[sighs]

- You may now kiss your bride.

[applause]

- Whoo! Whoo!

- Whoo!

[both laugh]

- I knew Jaleesa was the one.

- That's right. Don't forget it.

- Oh, never. Never, never. - Mm-hmm.

[light music]

- Thank you so much for coming.

♪ ♪

- Yo.

We doing the...

- We might as well. Bring it in.

- I'm so happy for you, sis.

Hey, congrats, Jaleesa. This is crazy.

- I know. - I know.

I used to hate this bitch.

- Oh, don't you start. [laughter]

I'ma make a round.

- Ooh.

How 'bout that? - How 'bout that?

[both laugh]

[sighs]

Mom and Dad are sad they missed this.

- I know.

I told 'em they'll be my first stop

once the vaccine come out.

- Oh, you know, Dad's talking about not getting it.

- What is it about old Black people?

They make everything a Tuskegee Experiment.

- [laughs] - That's your daddy.

- But it was messed up though. - It was. It was.

- Damn, this is one of the best days of my life.

[soft music]

I'm so happy for you, sis.

- Oh.

[sniffles, laughs]

You're getting me all teary-eyed.

Let me get back to my girl.

- All right. - All right.

narrator: Having witnessed his imperfect sister

find happiness in an imperfect world

with an imperfect partner,

Marcus's mind went back to Mia.

♪ ♪

[line trilling]

♪ ♪

- Hello? - Hey, Mia.

♪ ♪

- You really find out who you are during a pandemic.

I mean, I'm that bitch that hoard N95s.

I'll say it. I don't give a shit.

- I knew it! - [laughs]

- Old Billy Zane in the "Titanic" ass

just throwing old people off the life raft.

- Absolutely, and without a doubt,

you would have been one of the first people

I'd thrown off too. - What?

- I mean, no kids.

No skills that I can think of. Too skinny to eat.

You're like one giant muscle.

It's like, who wants that? - Oh, okay.

The muscle's where the good meat is.

- Is it though? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Y'all could eat a fool if y'all needed to.

- [laughs]

- So...uh...

TaskRabbit.

- I know. [chuckles]

I know.

That whole thing, I--

My mom's bipolar.

And fuck, at the time,

I was just--I really was embarrassed about it.

And then the shit with my dad got so crazy,

and, uh, I don't know,

I just felt like...

you were just seeing all the bad stuff,

and, um,

I couldn't deal with it.

- Thank you for telling me that.

- I mean, don't be too impressed.

That took, like, ten months of therapy.

And that shit was all out of network.

So thank you for listening.

You didn't have to.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

I go this way.

- Yeah. I'm...that way.

- It was really nice seeing you.

- Yeah, it was good to see you too.

- See you, Marcus.

- See you, Mia.

♪ ♪

[line trilling]

- [laughs]

What, did I forget something? - Yeah, um...

Can you just come back here for a sec?

- You come over here. - All right, fine.

Look, why don't we just, like, meet halfway?

- [laughs] Okay.

- All right.

♪ ♪

[sighs] Okay. Uh...

Look, man--fuck. Um...

I just want you to know something.

All right?

We've been through a lot.

You know? Like, like, this...

- Yeah. - Whole thing.

Yeah, it's been... - Oh, it's intense.

- It's been a fucking saga. - Yeah, really.

- And I just want to let you know

that I'm so proud of you, Mia,

for going to therapy and for working on yourself

while dealing with all this shit with your parents.

And, I mean, like, I can only imagine

how that must have been.

I know that you felt alone

and that's why you blew shit up the way that you did,

but I just wish you would have told me

what was going on with you.

I mean, not that I could have fixed it.

I couldn't have, I know that, but I just--

I just want to be there for you.

I always want to be there for you.

Even when you're being an asshole,

but I don't want you to be anything

other than what you are, because that's who I love.

- Okay. That's a lot. This is a lot.

- Yeah, I know. I know.

[Kim Jung Mi's "The Sun"]

[soft acoustic music]

- Let's do it.

♪ ♪

- [singing in Korean]

♪ ♪

- You ready for some champagne?

- It's only 9:00.

You right. Fuck it. Let's pop it.

- That's what I'm talking about.

narrator: Mia didn't seem to be going anywhere.

At least for now.

Marcus was surprised to find that he was willing

to stand on the precipice of risk,

knowing that getting hurt a second time by Mia

would be devastating,

but also knowing

that not trying would be worse.

- There you are. - Thank you.

God, I thought that I would

want to see 2020 fucking end,

but I don't think I'm gonna make it.

I'm tired. - It'll end either way.

- Not if we're in a time loop.

[both laugh]

- You need to go to sleep.

- Do you think 2021's gonna be any better?

- It already is.

[cheering on TV]

all: Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one.

Happy New Year!

[cheers and applause]

["Auld Lang Syne"]