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[funky music]

- So we were at his house.

He fed me pork, and then bam!

- Two hours?

- Two hours on his Italian marble floor.

I thought I was going to die.

And then I came to this realization--

- That the social and environmental cost of meat

is not worth it?

- No, no, no.

It wasn't the pork. It was the porking.

- Ew.

- My gut was telling me that it was too soon after Nigel.

So from now on, no more men.

No more sex.

I'm focused. - I'm so sorry I'm late.

The F train turns into a C train on Sunday, and I had no idea.

- OK, nobody cares.

What we care about is why you sent us

a 911 emergency brunch text.

- I had a vision of Ari while I was zip lining in Nicaragua.

- Zip lining?

I thought you were on the Mercy Ship helping sick kids.

- I have days off, OK?

- Bree, we all have dreams about Ari.

- Jayla, this was not a dream.

This was a vision.

- OK, like the time you had a vision that you killed Gary?

- [laughs] I remember you guys...

- Oh, man. - Telling me about that.

- "The blood! There's so much blood."

[laughter] - That was a hallucination.

That was not a vision.

This was a vision.

- What's the difference?

You can't apply meaning to these things, girl.

- Well, says the woman who's celibate from a stomachache.

- OK, that was not an ache. That was bubbly.

- OK. - OK?

- All right, all right. - It was--it was--

- OK, we got it.

- Can I please describe my vision?

- OK. Well, go ahead.

- So I'm zip lining, OK?

Awake and going to the treetops, and all of a sudden, I--

I see Ari's face.

And it's coming towards me.

And her face is on the body of a turquoise-browed motmot.

- A what?

- It's like a moose.

- It's a bird, OK?

And as she's trying to fly away, she's getting pulled back down.

And then she makes a horrible noise, like...

[high-pitched] Caw! Caw, caw! Caw, caw!

And I reach out for Ari bird

because I know she needs my help.

And as I reach out, she explodes!

- Are y'all going to order? Because I'm starving.

- Yes-- - I was thinking that--

- I am not done yet!

As the vision fades, Ari tells me something.

She says...

"You are not too late."

[pensive music]

- I mean-- - Really?

- You don't mess with requests from the dead.

- Thank you.

But we have to figure out what it's not too late for.

- I know a medium.

- Oh, no. - No.

- Nope.

- You guys, please.

For Ari.

[bird squawking]

[mystical music]

- Is that the motmot?

- In New York?

- OK, you know what?

I'll go and I'll just bless, you know, the room,

or wherever we're at. - Just so we're covered.

[funky music]

♪ ♪

- And he's all, like,

why do you need to learn how to hit golf balls?

People just expect you to, you know,

wear a tweed jacket with elbow patches and, you know,

go clickity-clack on a keyboard and shit.

And I'm like, no, all right?

Gary Washington, I'm not just a business man, OK?

GR Washington is building a brand,

and I got to hit the links, baby.

OK, I'm out.

Thank you.

Just take these. - Really?

Go ahead. Take the whole bucket.

You might want to slow down there, Tiger.

- [laughs]

Hey, you know what, man?

You seem better.

- Yeah, yeah. I feel better.

Not running for U.S. Senate was the right call.

- Yeah, U.S. Senate is not going anywhere.

- No, it's not going anywhere. - Yeah.

- In fact, it made me realize I should tell Megan

she can leave Vassar and do a gap year.

- OK.

Cool dad alert.

- Hey, I'm learning from you. - [laughs]

God, there it is.

That just-- [chuckles] It moved.

- You sure you don't want to think about

one of those tweed jackets because...

[chuckles]

You really suck at this. - You're right.

You might be right. You might be right.

I just think I got to keep my head down, David.

That's the key.

♪ ♪

- [scoffs] [elevator dings]

This is unbelievable.

- Hey, call me, man.

I'm serious. All right?

I got you.

Oh.

Right there.

Bam, that's all you. Hey, it's a gift, man.

Don't worry about it. Hey!

Let them know I'm here. [laughs]

It's me. It's me.

What's up, brother? Just dye it.

- [clears throat]

You're an hour late, Mr. Waters.

- Mr. Waters?

Is that how we going to play it, Miss Ex Waters?

- I'm not playing anything.

This is my job. You're my job now.

- But I was told you asked for my case, so I'm here.

- Tyrell, I asked for a high profile client.

I didn't know that that meant I'd be waiting around all day

for the ghost of husbands past.

Let's go.

- I was late 'cause I was dropping off sneakers

to the orphans downtown at the shelter.

- Is that true?

- No, I just wanted to see if you still gullible as hell.

- Inside.

- Damn, this a nice ass office.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I still got love for, hey ♪

- Hazel? - Hmm?

- Hazel, there's a Mr. Patron here to see you.

- [laughs, gasps] Khalil!

- Aww. - Oh.

- Aww.

- This man needs no introduction.

- Look at you. You look great.

- Thank you. - It's been forever.

What, you too busy for me now?

- Stop.

- Well, she did launch a label and produce a world tour,

got engaged, unengaged, engaged again.

She almost got married. - [chuckles]

- Am I forgetting something?

- The part where you leave.

- On it. - [laughs]

- Wow.

Good energy there. [laughs]

- Yeah.

- Would you look at this?

You got your own place, your own company, wow.

A lot has changed since I've been gone.

- Yeah. - So what's up?

- Like I was saying on the phone,

I really don't want Regina to be a one-hit wonder.

I need you to take her to the next level and under budget.

OK, and I also have to warn you--

- Hazel, I told you.

I wanted a say in my career.

I hear you're bringing in some basic producer.

- OK, Regina, this is Khalil Patron,

and he basically prints Grammys.

- It's nice to meet you, Regina.

You know, I have to tell you, "What You Owe,"

that was some amazing, amazing work.

The melody... [vocalizing]

Great, great stuff. I have to be honest with you.

Trying to find a follow-up that's worthy--

that's not going to be easy.

- I'm up for the challenge.

- Great.

I have the afternoon off. We can have coffee and talk.

- No, I don't do caffeine after noon.

But there is a juice place.

- Aviva? I love them.

- I'll grab my coat.

[laughs]

- Thank you. I really appreciate this favor.

- It's no favor, baby.

Come on, now. Working with you is an honor.

[sultry R&B music]

- Ready.

- I'm coming.

- ♪ Finally ain't never felt ways like this ♪

[stomach grumbling] - Oh, no.

No, I know. I know.

♪ ♪

[quirky music]

- Oh, my God, what is taking her so long?

She's been in there for, like, hours.

Like, what is she doing?

I am so hungry.

I need something to eat right now.

- OK, for real, it's only been 20 minutes,

but way to make it overly dramatic.

- All right, shh.

She's probably got the room bugged so that she can

use what she hears in there.

- OK. You guys...

- Mm-hmm. - Need to calm down.

If you guys embarrass me in front of--

[dramatic music]

- Holy shit.

Selena Johnston's your medium?

- It's "Sele-nay" Johnstone now.

- She's also a nutritionist.

- Ladies, come.

The spiritual realm awaits.

- OK.

[laughs]

- The friend.

The driver.

- Oh, safety first.

- The skeptic.

And the scaredy cat. [indistinct chatter]

- She got one thing right. - All right, I know, I know.

Just sit.

- Before we start, I just want to get the...

- What in the world?

- Holy water.

- [clears throat] Do you have a belonging from the deceased?

- I do.

Ari lent this to me, and I never gave it back.

Clearly, it's for a reason.

- And the reason is that she's a thief.

- I am not a thief.

Why would you say something like that?

- I'm just trying to be truthful.

[bell ringing]

- [exhales] Let's focus, ladies.

Listen to the sound.

[gasps]

Hazel, give me your hands.

- OK.

- [inhales]

[exhaling] Ari.

Ari.

[elongated, high-pitched] Ari.

[vocalizing] ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Ari ♪

[high-pitched vocalizing]

[gasp] [dramatic music]

She says...

"I need you to take back what's rightfully mine."

- [whispers] I need you to take back what's rightfully mine.

- And what else?

What else did she say after that?

- That's all she said, child.

- What are you doing? Why are you packing your stuff?

You have to tell us what else she said.

Can you summon her back and ask her what she meant by that?

- I can't.

I have a diabetic client who wants to say happy birthday

to her dead grandmother.

It's a two-for-one special. [chuckles]

You understand. - I don't understand.

- Gotta go.

Make up your mind soon.

Your Cinderella won't wait forever.

Toodles. - Bye, girl.

- Bye, girl.

- That is one spooky nutritionist.

- Ari?

Ari, Ari, Ari, can you clarify?

- It's not interrogation.

It's just a conversation.

- Yeah, I just--I just don't want to pressure him, OK?

- Oh, my God. I am not going to pressure him.

But if he happens to offer some insight on his dead wife's

restless soul, then great.

[doorbell ringing] - OK. He's here.

He's here. He's here. Come on.

- OK. - Just if it comes up, great.

If not, don't worry about it

'cause he is finally in a good place.

- OK! - OK.

All right. Here we go. - Stop looking at me like that.

I got it. - All right.

[quirky music]

both: Hey!

- Man, look at you! - You look good.

- I love that jacket.

Come, come, come, come in. - Come on in.

- Come in.

In the--in the house.

♪ ♪

We'll just sit on the couch. - Oh, yeah!

- Have a seat. Have a seat.

- We'll sit on the couch. No big deal.

- Oh. - Oh, buddy.

How you doing? What do you need? - Oh, my guy.

- Do you want a drink? - Yeah, you want something?

I got scotch. We have wine.

We got flavored seltzer. - Yes, we--

- Megan doesn't want to leave school.

- Oh.

- She says she doesn't need a gap year anymore.

- Oh. - I didn't realize

how much I wanted to have her home.

- You know what? Maybe she'll flunk out,

and then she got to come home anyway.

[chuckles]

- Wow. - What?

- [whispers] Is this the kind of comforting shit

you say when I'm not around, because--

- [whispers] I'm just trying to be there for my friend.

- You know, but it's not just Megan.

- Mm-hmm?

- It's the bills that keep coming in Ari's name,

and--and the empty bed,

and Nancy stealing Ari's ashes from the memorial,

so I can't even lay my wife to rest.

- Say what now? Como say who?

I mean, what did Nancy do?

- I know. And I get it.

She wants to bury Ari in the family plot.

But that's not what Ari would have wanted.

- Right.

- I feel like I don't even have room to grieve.

- Well, have you ever thought about talking

to other people that have been there, like a support group?

- I know. I should.

I just haven't had time to find a place.

- I could do that for you.

And I would even go.

- Oh, no, Gary, that's too big of an ask.

- No, please, I insist. It's done.

It's done. Bree, what's the name--

Wait. - Where did--where did--

- Where did Bree go?

- Hey, Bree.

- Hey. - What's up?

- Wash your heisting panties, bitches.

We got an assignment.

- Well, I don't wear panties, but...

- I don't have time for your shenanigans.

- I do love an assignment. - I gotta get work done.

[Saweetie's "Fast [Motion]"]

- ♪ Fast, I'm coming in fast ♪

♪ First place, you coming in last ♪

♪ I'm hitting that, hitting that gas ♪

♪ I'm hitting that, hitting that ♪

♪ My body, I'm coming in fast ♪

♪ First place, you coming in last ♪

♪ I'm hitting that, hitting that gas ♪

♪ I'm hitting that, hitting that locomotion ♪

♪ We causing a commotion ♪

♪ I put it in, I put it in, I put it in motion ♪

- W-wait!

Ladies, wait for me.

Damn, slow down.

- Really? Is that getup necessary?

- Um, excuse me, you're talking about necessary,

and you're wearing shades at 8:00 PM.

Besides, Nancy's invitation said Michelle Obama-chic.

- I can't believe you're in her book club.

- Do you guys think that maybe this is a mistake?

This feels a little wrong to be swapping out

the remains of a woman's daughter

with the ashes of your chicken and ribs, like this is kinda--

- Jayla, she is the villain, OK?

- She stole Ari's ashes.

No wonder she can't rest in peace.

- OK. Let's review the plan.

Jayla, you're going to distract Nancy and check out

the first floor, while we check out the second floor

and look for the ashes.

Once we find those ashes,

we replace that urn with the decoy.

That's right.

The girl done bought an identical urn.

You're welcome. - OK.

I just still don't think we've done enough prep.

- No offense, but not everyone is meant to run point.

- Says the person that wears a fanny pack to a heist?

Take that shit off!

- You're so mean!

- Now, listen, this is a Bree heist.

I made a minute-to-minute itinerary.

And there's maps of Nancy's house.

And there's also exit strategies and emergency numbers

in case something--

You--

- Rule one, no paper trail.

- Rule two, no more fires.

I want a clean heist.

Come on, bitches.

Let's do this shit.

- ♪ Iciest bitch in the... ♪

- Let's do this. We got this.

- It's this way, right? - Yes.

- I get so confused.

- Yes, right here. - Straight ahead.

- It looks like that one over there.

- No, no, no, it's that one.

- Oh. This is nice.

[soft indistinct chatter] - No. I got it.

I got it. - Oh, okay.

What is this?

B-R-V-M-N-T.

"Breeve"-- "bee-riv-ment."

- [chuckles]

both: Bereavement. - You see what they did there?

- Isn't a grief support group with their own logo

a little trendy?

- That may be, but if it works, you know.

That way you learn to incorporate

grief into your everyday life, so you can live with it.

- Makes sense. - Yeah.

- Thanks for finding this, Gary.

- Oh, man, it's all good.

- Really, man, I appreciate it.

- Yeah, man. Hey, let's sit down.

You know, I read a great article about them in the "Times."

Now I didn't finish it, but what I read was really cool.

- We're going to go ahead and get started.

Thank you. You can take your seats.

Welcome and congratulations.

This is an important first step

in figuring out what you need

to take control of your grief story.

Now, let's close our eyes.

Think about where you're feeling grief in your body.

It can be hard to communicate our needs.

So on the count of three,

we're all going to say what we need at once.

1, 2, 3.

- Patience. - Closure.

- Comfort.

- I know for me, I feel grief in my stomach.

That's why the bereavement probiotic was such a lifesaver,

and so was the sense of purpose I got

when I shared the introductory vitamin package

with other grievers.

Grief affects the whole body, spiritual and physical--

- I should have read the whole article.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

- The coast is clear. Let's go save our bird.

♪ ♪

- It made me think a lot about the ways we inherit grief.

- Jayla.

- Nancy! [both laugh]

Thank you for inviting me.

- Jayla, I'm so glad you finally made it, my dear.

[chuckles] Where's your book?

- I read it on Kindle.

- Ah, modern.

[laughter]

Well, what did you think of "Daughter of Father Time?"

- I think that it...

makes me think of a lot of the ways

we inherit grief.

- Absolutely.

- Wow! This is--do you mind?

Shh. - Go.

Go.

[overlapping whispering] - Look at--

[door creaks]

- There are so many doors.

- Temperature's dropping a little bit.

I think I'll run upstairs and grab a sweater.

- What? Upstairs?

No. I can go upstairs for you.

- No. No, dear.

That is all right. [chuckles]

You're not the best at coordinating, um,

a look, yeah.

- Oh, well, what about my jacket then?

- No, good God, no, dear.

I'm good. Thank you.

[chuckles]

- [whimpering, humming]

- Guys, I found it.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I'll go.

♪ ♪

- Ooh.

[both sigh, laugh]

- I got you, girl.

[all screaming] - Oh, my God!

- Shh! - Why would you do that?

- I just came up the back steps. Nancy's on her way.

We have to hurry.

[doorknob rattles] - [whimpers]

[bombastic music]

♪ ♪

- [slow motion] No!

[door creaks]

- Mm.

[vocalizing cheerfully]

[no speech]

[all chattering, shushing]

[quirky music]

- Close the door. - Okay.

- [vocalizing]

- [inaudible] move it! Move!

- All right!

- [vocalizing]

- [sighs]

- I nearly suffocated

in my recently-passed best friend's mother's closet.

- Look, it's not a heist without a close call,

you know what I mean?

So all we have to do is plan to get--

[device beeping]

[device chimes]

[lock whirs, clicks]

- Did she just set an alarm?

all: No, no, no, no!

[overlapping chatter]

- No. - It won't open.

Open up a little bit. - Don't bother.

I know that chime.

That's the state-of-the-art Pro-90 DK4.

It's the gold standard of high-end security

closet systems.

I don't like you, Nancy, but I respect you.

- No!

No, no, no!

♪ ♪

- But once I took control of my grief story

and met my grief goals,

my whole life got back on track.

- You know, if we drop to the floor

and crawl toward the exit,

maybe one of us will make it out alive.

- Yeah, so could I-- it's not that far--

[phone ringing] Oh, that's my phone.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

Oh, this must be important.

Business, I'm on call. Doctor business.

This is Dr. Washington.

Sorry. - Dr. Washington?

- Yeah. I'm a doctor.

So excuse me, I'm so sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me.

- I still feel some grief and that pain, and I...

- Hey, Bree, what's up?

- Um, not much, just stuck in a closet in Long Island.

Can you come get me?

- Why are you stuck in a closet?

- Does it matter? - Yes, it matters.

- OK.

Well, we broke into Ari's mom's house

to steal back Ari's ashes.

- Bree, what kind of secret felon life are you leading?

- Don't judge me.

Plus, we've done it tons of times and never been caught.

- You what? - Never mind, OK?

I'm going to drop you the address.

- No, no, no, Bree. - Just come get me, OK?

- No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't hang up.

Bree?

Bree? Bree? [line beeping]

- So I got a free bag and trial size tincture of grief relief.

- Yes, yes. - So it wasn't a total waste.

- Hey, listen, I'm sorry about that.

But, you know, I tried.

And I gotta run a errand for Bree,

so can I just drop you at home?

- Oh, I don't mind tagging along.

- No, you know what? It might be something

that you don't want to do and probably shouldn't ask why.

- Wait, wait, wait. I shouldn't ask why?

Gary, I just sat through an hour

of a grief support Ponzi scheme.

Don't you think you owe me?

- OK, so, uh,

Bree had a--had a vision that Ari was bird,

so then they broke into Ari's mother's house

to steal Ari's ashes.

And, um, now they're stuck in your mother-in-law's closet...

- OK. - And I have to rescue them.

I'm sorry. - I'll drive.

- Oh, OK.

- You know what? We ain't got to wait for Gary.

I can pick the lock. I just need scissors,

or a nail file, or a butter knife.

- Why would Nancy have a butter knife in her clothes closet?

[laughter]

- Why don't you ask her, Jayla? You're her best friend.

- [laughs]

- You know what, V?

Why don't you have your lock picking kit?

- Oh! You know why?

Because it's in the fanny pack that you said

was doing too much.

- OK, maybe we should have gone with the more

experienced heist master.

- Oh, OK. So now it's my fault.

- Ladies, can we stop fighting? We need to focus here.

[phone chimes]

- Maybe there's a back door.

- What the fuck?

Khalil and Regina are at the studio without me.

"Hazel Rachelle, first class matchmaker"?

The hell I am! [gasps]

- Don't you need them to get along

so she can make a killer album?

- OK, I need them to make killer music, not sweet, sweet love.

- Ooh! Are you jealous?

Because I thought your tummy swore off men?

- Not forever, just for now.

- Working with exes is hard.

- Khalil is not my ex.

He's more like, um, an almost, you know, like--

all: Aww. - Hello, bitches?

I need you to stay on task!

OK?

- Obviously, she doesn't have the people skills

required for this job.

- Can you save it for my next monthly review?

Thank you so much.

- Mm. - [sighs]

- Did you look in here?

- Surprisingly, no butter knife.

- What about this? Will this work?

- I'll make it work.

- You want me to try?

- A little deeper. - I'm doing that.

[gasps, screams]

- Oh, we are fucked.

- Fuck. - So fucked.

- OK, I don't mean to sound like Regina,

but you need to take a deep cleansing breath.

This is not productive heist energy.

- You know what? New plan.

V, we're going to hoist you up,

and you're going to crawl through the vent.

- What? - Uh, seriously?

I'm small, but I'm not that small.

And isn't Gary on his way anyway?

- Or we could just call Nancy and confess

so we can get out of here. - No.

- What? - Thank you.

Finally, somebody with some faith.

- Look, we got to find a way out of here

because I drank a lot of water--

[overlapping arguing] - Excuse me!

Y'all sound like a bunch of sad-sack heist quitters.

Hazel, how many times has Ari done

some next level shit to get us out of trouble?

- A lot.

- And Versace, didn't she save your ass in heist 1.0?

[sentimental music]

And, Jayla, you guys are in a sorority.

Isn't there some secret code like,

no sister left behind or some shit?

- It's a secret, so I can't say yes or no,

but I will nod in assent.

- You guys, Ari bird would never quit on us.

I let her down in life.

I'm not going to let her down in death.

- What do you mean by let her down in life?

- I'm a doctor.

I should have known something was wrong.

And let's just not make it a big deal, OK?

I'm just going to carry that guilt around

for the rest of my life.

- Breezy,

Ari's death is not your fault.

But, baby,

if pushing Versace through an air vent

will make you feel better, we're here for it.

Ari-style.

- Thank you.

[percussive music]

- Uh, guys?

- [gasp] Is that a camera?

- Yep.

- Oh, no. - You gotta be kidding me.

- Black Twitter is going to kill me.

- Who gives a shit about Black Twitter?

Will someone tell Hazel she can't get out of here?

- David. What a surprise.

Dear, I'm right in the middle of my book club.

- There was an emergency with the scholarship in Ari's name.

- Emergency with the scholarship?

I--well, come on in.

I will let my guests know, and I'll just be a moment.

Why don't you have a seat in the sitting room?

- OK.

[sneaky music]

- Hey, you sure about this?

- Absolutely.

No disrespect to Nancy,

but taking Ari's ashes was fucked up.

- It was.

- We need to make it right. - Yeah.

- Text me when you've got them. - OK, yeah.

- Go on, upstairs. - OK.

♪ ♪

- Almost there.

Hold me steady. - OK, oww.

- If you do not get off my hair,

I'm going to stick you in that vent myself!

- Please don't fart.

- If we know the model number, I can figure out

if it's local or cloud storage.

OK? Write this down.

- OK. - L-B--

[yelps] - Hazel, not yet!

- I gotta write it down.

- No. - Hey, V?

- I'm about to get dropped, aren't I?

- Yeah.

[all screaming]

- Are you OK? - Uh, yeah.

Aww! - They definitely heard that.

Where is Gary?

- We don't need a man to save us.

- Oh, sure. Then I'll just leave.

all: Gary!

- Baby, thank you so much for coming.

Can you get us out, please?

- OK, fine. How am I supposed to do that?

It's locked.

- Do you have a magnet?

- No, I didn't bring--

I thought I was taking my friend to grief counseling,

not busting my wife out of closet jail.

- Right. OK.

I'ma clean up the evidence.

- Or maybe we could figure out the code.

- Oh, yes. OK. OK.

Uh--ah.

[device beeping]

- Did you just press 1, 2, 3, 4?

- I'm not telling.

- One attempt remaining.

- Or what?

Or what, robot lady? What?

- Wow. Two attempts, that's secure.

- OK, Ari.

Give us a sign.

- Guys, something, please? Please?

- Gary, try Ari's birthday.

- OK. What--

- 06. - 06.

- 19. - 19.

[device whirring] Ah.

[lock clicks] [all cheering]

[excited chatter]

- Oh, my God. Thank you.

- Oh, my God.

Thank you so much for getting us out.

- Anytime, baby, but please, no more times, OK?

- The code was Ari's birthday?

That's kind of touching.

- Yeah, maybe I was wrong about Nancy.

- Oh, my God, give me a break, Hazel.

- Guys, guys, guys--

- Ari and Nancy have the same birthday.

She's so selfish. - Oh, that sucks!

- We gotta go. - We gotta go.

- Gary's right. Gary's right. Let's go.

[overlapping bickering]

- Just go. Go.

- All set. - Oh.

- Now, what is wrong with the scholarship?

- The scholarship? - Yes.

- Oh, oh, the-- [laughs]

The--the scholarship. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, they-- they actually just called

and said they figured it out.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- 9:00 PM on a Sunday?

- You know what they say. Financial aid never sleeps.

[laughter] - OK.

Well, I need to get back to my book club, dear.

- No, no--sorry.

Uh... [laughs]

I mean, how have you been, Nancy?

I know we haven't really spoken.

- Devastated. - Oh.

- But soldiering on, you know?

Speaking of, you know, we do need to discuss Ari's burial.

- Well, Ari's will said she didn't want to be buried.

- She was young.

I mean, who really stops to consider when you're under 60?

- Well, Ari wanted her ashes to be somewhere special.

In fact, Megan and I might take a trip--

- That's quaint, but no.

I mean, I guess I could part with a teaspoon or two.

- OK. I'm sorry, but no.

I know you loved your daughter,

and you know how strong-willed Ari was

because she got it from you.

She deserves a husband who will honor and defend her wishes.

I need to be that husband for Ari.

Please don't get in the way of that.

OK, I'm very sorry, but I'm not leaving until--

[no speech]

You know what?

You're right. Mm-hmm.

Never mind. [laughs]

Yeah. [chuckles]

- OK. All right. - Mm-hmm.

I'll see you at Thanksgiving.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- David, wait.

[no speech]

- [whimpers]

[laughter]

- All right. Done.

We're fully wiped. It's like it never happened.

- Yes! - Bomb!

[excited chatter]

- Oh, my God.

Ooh, you guys, I love me a clean heist.

Yes, yes, yes.

[laughter]

- You know, I wanted to circle back to--how many--

how many heists have you done?

- Mm, mm-mm, as an attorney,

I would advise her not to answer that.

- Oh, see, my attorney advised me not to answer that.

- And that scares me.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. [laughter]

- You know what, David?

I just can't believe after all that,

Nancy just gave you back the ashes.

- Well, to be fair,

the adrenaline rush made me really eloquent.

- All right, you guys, we have to figure out which urn is Ari

and which urn is barbecue.

- Oh, I know.

That one's Ari.

- How you know that?

- I can smell it.

- You can--you can smell ashes?

- No.

I could smell the barbecue.

- What?

- It's--I smell honey and maple.

There's a hint of hickory.

- OK, "Sele-nay" Johnstone, how you know that?

- I don't know. It's a gift.

[laughter]

You know, it's interesting Ari sent you the vision

when I just had to ask.

- Well, maybe it wasn't only about the ashes.

Maybe what Ari really wanted was

for us to have one last heist.

- Mm. - [chuckles]

- Aww.

- Can't wait till the next one.

- I'm in! - Okay!

- Like, why not, you know? Uh!

- Like, gadgets?

- Seriously, how many heists have you done?

- [clears throat] - You're so nosy.

- I just--I feel like I just need to know this.

- But we were having a good time...

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪ - ♪ Number one, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still number one ♪ - ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one, always be number one ♪

♪ Held you down, took you from minor to major ♪

♪ You won't admit it ♪

♪ You're the fruits of my labor ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪ - ♪ Number one, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still number one ♪ - ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one, always be number one ♪

♪ Don't forget it, yeah, I'm still number one ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

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