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Aw. I'm never gonna get over that jachnoon.

I think you're never gonna digest that jachnoon.

Oh, I'll digest it.

Really? I'll digest it all day long.

Jachnoon is primarily bread. No, it-- It--

It-- It took me to this m-moment...

The cursing started like this.

You can't even digest bread.

Huh? Well, yeah, sure.

I gotcha.

B'hatzlacha rabah.

Huh?

B'hatzlacha rabah.

What did she say to you?

Oh, shit. What'd she say?

She just-- She just cursed my unborn daughter.

That's fine. You know, I-I don't have any more cash.

If-- I don't know if you guys have any.

Just-- Just to make it stop. Really?

Just to make it stop.

Okay, okay. Okay, I have, like, some.

I have a few. I have a few things.

Hey. Sorry about him. Sorry, here, we have--

Yeah, get it in there.

Thank you. Sorry.

That doesn't sound-- That's not a...

No. ...Like, a blessing.

It's not a good one.

Oh.

Okay. Okay.

Did she say "gonorrhea"? Yeah.

Did you say "gonorrhea"?

Listen, let's go. I-I-I'm scared of her.

You shouldn't say that to people.

That's... You can leave.

I know, but I'm part of the group, so if the group is...

Just do it then, and let's go. Yeah, sorry.

Can we please go?

Yeah. Here you go. Hi.

I'm sorry about that.

Is that...?

Beggar woman: Oh. Oh.

She told him that he would heal the world with his kindness,

that he was destined for a righteous path,

that his future was assured,

that nothing bad would happen to him.

Can you-- Of course I can hear you.

You're yelling.

Yes.

Uh-- No.

No, Hannah, Mona cannot take you to the Hamptons.

She's supposed to be on vacation in the first place.

Can you please-- Can you please just give her back her phone?

Yeah, so I can talk to her.

That's right. I am so sorry, Mona.

No, this is so nice of you. Yeah.

I know, but your son doesn't arrive until tonight, right?

Yeah, I so appreciate this. Really. I know.

Uh-- You're a real life - saver. Okay.

Monday had come, and still, there was nothing from Rachel.

I know that you think my job is a hobby,

but I have real obligations,

and the kids were expecting to go to the Hamptons with you,

and this was Mona's one week off.

This was not the life that the beggar woman

had promised him.

So, we need to redo the sonogram on Mrs. Shalmoni.

Uh, what is the most common

liver condition associated with Crohn's?

Dr. Bartuck would like to see you

when you have a chance. Yes, sure, sure.

Ah, Dr. Fleishman. Dr. Bartuck.

Uh, Ida said you wanted a word.

Have a seat.

So... Yes.

I wanted you to hear it from me.

I'm taking over.

Chief of Medicine.

Wow. Congratulations.

That's-- That's just great.

Now, Janice is taking over the division,

which means she needs to replace herself for the subdivision,

and I'd like it to go to you.

Well, I-I don't know what to say.

Um, thank you.

Well, you're good with patients.

You're precise. You care.

Now, it's not a lock. Janice has her own process,

but you're the favorite.

It's yours to lose.

A promotion.

See that, Rachel?

Toby thought back to when he was a fellow

and when Bartuck was an actual practicing doctor,

before he began his dubious ascent to fundraiser.

And she-- Wait, wait, wait.

W-What did she say?

"My father is sick with a lot of things."

That's right, right.

"My father is sick with a lot of things,

Dr. Bartuck,

but uterine cancer isn't one of them!"

That year, Dr. Loo,

the head of the gastroenterology division,

found himself in the hospital as a patient

with an aggressive, relentless case of pancreatic cancer.

Oh.

Then, finally, just a month later, it was time.

Okay, uh, we'll go.

No, stay.

You were as big a part of his life as I was.

That's so sad. I know.

What I keep thinking about is just, like,

the privilege of having known him, you know?

I mean, to know them, and to be a part of it.

Like, to be there, you know?

It's pretty amazing you were in the room, though.

I mean, that... Yeah.

...that means you're in, Toby.

Is that what they say in the mailroom

when you get to watch a senior agent die?

Not, that's not what I mean.

No, I know what you mean.

I don't think you know what I mean.

I mean that I think doing this is its own reward.

Are you getting into bed?

I gotta return a thousand e-mails.

Okay.

Then, two years ago, the Fleishmans were invited

for New Year's to the second home

of Miriam and Sam Rothberg in Saratoga.

If you have four houses, how do you decide

which to call your second?

Oh, it's the one you bought second.

Hmm. That makes sense.

Welcome, Fleishmans!

Look at this place. It's amazing.

Welcome to Paniquil.

Oh, Paniquil.

So, you named this after an antidepressant

that doesn't interfere with sexual arousal?

No, no, no.

I named it after an antidepressant

that doesn't interfere with sexual arousal

that made me rich.

Oh. Well... Let me show you around.

Oh.

Taste that? Yeah, I taste it.

It's, you know-- it's very-- I taste it.

You still at the hospital?

Well, you know, people are still getting sick, so.

You know, we're looking for someone to head up

a new division around marijuana.

Sorry, Fendant is getting into marijuana?

Oh, Lord, no, no. We're looking for somebody

to help lead a new division dedicated to debunking myths

about alternative therapies.

Oh. Oh, I see.

A lot of misinformation out there, as I'm sure you know.

Oh, no. I-- I don't know.

I mean, I've seen a lot of cancer patients benefit from

alternative... Don't-- Don't-- Don't-- Don't--

Don't tell me you're an acupuncture guy.

No, no. Well, I mean, it's not a cure,

but it actually does provide pain relief.

Absolutely. Yeah.

Well, uh, you know, you'd be heading up a big division,

bringing in a mil before bonuses.

You'd be managing your own team.

Great hours. The works.

I don't know. I think I do my best with a patient interface,

I think. Yeah. Thank you.

Yeah, Rachel-- Rachel said you'd resist.

Yeah? Mm.

Did I mention the house in Vail?

Director-level gets a key.

"What's wrong?" Why don't you ask Sam,

with whom you colluded and orchestrated.

"Colluded?"

It's a job officer, Toby. It's an opportunity.

At the very least, always take the meeting, right?

It's-- It's the opposite of an opportunity, okay?

It is the antithesis of what I do.

He wants me to head up a division that encourages

the-- the deprivation of legitimate avenues

of pain relief for sick patients.

I want you to feel rewarded.

You should get a break from the grind.

But it is not a grind, okay?

Do you understand how hurtful it is

that this is what's important to you?

You're screaming.

I did not become a doctor to get rich, okay?

I did it to live a meaningful life.

Yeah, well, I would like to own an apartment someday.

Excuse me, I make almost $300,000 a year.

I am a rich man in every single culture

except the 40 stupid square blocks

that you insist we live within.

You act like you need to work all the time

because I'm some bum on the couch.

If you had a job where people counted on you

for their livelihood, maybe you would get it.

Oh.

Are you serious?

Dad? Dad?

I don't know why we still have these conversations.

I-I never misrepresented myself.

Well, neither did I.

Okay.

Immediately following that weekend,

Rachel began to look at nicer apartments

without even talking to him.

Sam knows the builder. Mm.

They don't have their certificate of occupancy,

so they can't really show it yet,

so early access. Wow.

I guess it's really who you know, huh?

Exactly. Yeah.

They're calling it The Golden.

Wow. The Golden.

Just in-- Just in case you missed any of the subtext.

It's the original moulding.

Yeah, it's new construction.

The whole thing's original.

Well, I like it.

Oh, really? Come on.

Its like everything I hate about New York City,

like new money imitating old money.

Come on. "The Golden".

Yeah, you said that.

Well, yeah.

Sam says we can make an offer now

before they put it on the market.

We'll finally have a place. Mm-hmm.

We'll live here forever, and our children

will visit us when they're married and have children.

You act like you need me to say yes,

but you already made a decision.

And that was that.

And now look at him-- a promotion--

not for leveraging or subverting,

not for disrupting,

just for being devoted to what he did and being good at it.

"See, Rachel?" He wanted to tell her.

"Success can build.

You don't have to lunge for it like an animal."

Mona, hi. I am so sorry.

I really thought she would be back by now.

Hey, you didn't happen to make dinner, did you?

I'm gonna go be with my son.

Okay. Thanks for everything.

I really-- I do appreciate it.

Okay. Hey, kids. I'm back.

I'm gonna make some dinner, okay?

He was annoyed.

Lord knows Rachel came home late all the time

and didn't get attitude from Mona.

Is Mom here? Hey.

We're supposed to be there by dinner.

I'm supposed to have dinner with Lexi.

Yeah, sorry, honey. Mom's delayed.

She would be back by tonight, tomorrow at the latest.

God, why is it so hot in here?

No, she promised me dinner in the Hamptons.

Yeah, well, Mom's delayed, okay?

She's always delayed.

Oof. God, is the air conditioning on?

Did it break or something? I'm gonna make--

I'm gonna find a recipe. You don't worry.

Last year, she had to go to Italy

'cause she was on tour with Alejandra, and this year,

she promised we'd have a whole week together.

You know what? You're not wrong.

You deserve a summer.

Everybody is getting together without me!

Don't you understand that?

You know, guys, I had some great news today.

My tits really wanna be squeezed more. Oh, sweet Jesus.

Oh, harder. Woman #2: It's so hot.

My pussy's so wet. No. No. No.

Come on, are you hard yet? Stop.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Toby briefly entertained the idea that it was Mona--

that, in her anger, she sat down

and treated herself to a big old afternoon

of Internet porn.

But the theory fell apart when he realized

that Mona probably knew how to spell "vagina."

Ooh.

Kids?

Is Mom here?

Let me have a word with Solly.

I didn't do it.

Solly.

I-I don't know why those things came up.

They just came up.

Alright. Here.

It's okay. Come sit down for a minute.

Listen, there is nothing to be ashamed of or-- or afraid of.

Are you curious about girls?

I just wanted to know what it looked like underneath.

Yeah, no, I understand.

Should I maybe get-- get you a book for kids?

Like, maybe with pictures? No.

I don't want to see it ever again.

Yeah, no, that makes perfect sense.

Of course not. Of course not.

Hey, it's okay, buddy. It's not okay.

I hate it.

I know. I know.

Listen, um, I-I just want you to know

that that's not really what it's like, okay?

That's like someone's fantasy of what people might want.

That's not what it's really like

for two people to have sex, okay?

Don't say that word! Yeah.

Okay. I won't say it. Yeah. I won't.

Is that Mom? Um...

Don't tell her.

No, no, I won't. I won't.

It was Rachel. He was sure of it.

Some beam of nuclear energy had reached her

and activated her remaining shreds of maternal instinct.

Just thinking about you, stud.

Poison emoji. Finger gun emoji. Hang ten emoji.

It's the hospital.

Growing up was disgusting. Literally.

It was filled with all these horrible moments of revulsion.

You okay, buddy?

I'm gonna go watch "Karate Kid".

Can I go? Of course.

Yeah, of course.

My 9-year-old watched porn on the computer

for hours in front of you today.

We will no longer be requiring your services.

Good luck to you.

Holy shit.

What had he done?

Toby spent all night in vain trying to figure out

how to take back his text to Mona.

Holy shit. He'd fired the most stable presence

his children had in their lives.

No, I know, Simone. Can you--

Can you please just tell me when she's getting back?

Okay. Well, she went to Everglade, right?

Yeah, well, can you tell me how long it goes?

Can you tell me that? Can you-- No.

Stop that. Stop that.

No, not you. Sorry. I'm hungry.

Yeah, I know. No, can you tell me, uh,

if she's still there? Can-- Can you tell me anything?

No? Okay. Great. Yeah, I know, I know.

Can we just wait at home for Mom to take us to the Hamptons?

I wish. I just don't know when she's getting back yet.

But, look, w-w-why would you just want to leave here?

You know, it's weird. Everybody wants to leave

the city when it gets hot, but that's actually a mistake.

Nothing beats summer in the city.

You know, everything gets so green, everyone gathers.

It smells like garbage.

Yeah. Yeah.

You used to love coming in with me.

Yeah, when I was a baby. I know.

I'll make it up to you, okay?

Can we go to the park? We can find the churros guys.

You know what? That sounds like fun,

and I'm sure Mom will be back by tonight.

You said that last night.

Mm, I know. Be good.

The time will go by fast, okay?

But it didn't.

How it broke his heart.

How Toby had always loved summer.

Hello, it is a beautiful day

here at Everglade, an exclusive wellness retreat

located in the splendor of the Catskill Mountains.

This is Sage. How can I help facilitate y--

Yeah, sorry, hi. I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I'm just-- uh, I'm at my job.

Um, can you please tell me if Rachel Fleishman

is still checked in?

I'm so sorry. Yeah.

I can't talk about a guest's status.

No, I just need to know if she's-- if she's there.

Sorry, I'm her husband.

Um, I just have a message to get to her.

Can you pass on a message for her?

I'm sorry, sir.

I can't reveal the status of our guests.

I don't need to know her status,

just if she's there.

I-I'm sorry-- Yeah. I'm sorry, sir.

I can't reveal the status of our guests.

Okay. I'm sorry to disturb you.

Okay.

Hey. Just... please. I'm not mad.

I'm a real person.

I exist even when you can't see me.

Can I get an ETA, Rachel?

Wow. A division head. You must so proud, Janice.

It'll be a challenge, I know.

I think of all the things I'll have to do now

that I'm not seeing patients.

Ugh. Ugh. Like fundraising.

Don't knock fundraising.

You and I don't have jobs without it.

I don't know. I think I would just miss my patients.

Advancing sometimes means missing a thing you loved.

I think I'm gonna love this, too, though.

Shit. Hey, aren't those your kids?

Um... Woman over intercom:

Paging Dr. Wong.

Oh. I have an endoscopy.

His kids deserved a better summer than this.

They all deserved better than this.

Hey, do you have a second?

Um, I need a personal day or two.

Well, two. Two.

Is everything alright? Yeah, my-- um, well,

Rachel, uh, she's on an extended trip. It couldn't be avoided.

And my-- my babysitter's on vacation.

Holy shit. He'd fired Mona.

Well, it's not ideal.

I told David Cooper he was getting the best.

Yes, and I will be right in if I'm needed.

I will check in on the hour.

I gave Mr. Cooper my cell.

The fellows know he's a priority.

Alright, two days. But you'll check in.

Okay. Thank you.

Anyone here want to go to the Hamptons?

Yes! Yes!

Does Mom even know you have her car?

Yeah, I said, are you ready?

Come on.

Alright.

Are you gonna get your own car?

Hmm? Can-- Can you even afford one?

What-- Yes. Yes, I can afford a car.

You do understand I'm a doctor and not, like--

not, like, a homeless person, right?

Dad. What?

You can't say "homeless person."

Hey, Dad? Mm-hmm?

What's the block universe?

Oh. Um, it's a-- it's a theory.

It's this idea that, like, all of life is happening

at the same time.

Like, all points of existence are,

I don't know, occurring simultaneously.

Just try to breathe through it, okay? Oh, love, I'm sorry.

Is he gonna throw up? Gross.

So, it means that, like--

like, your past and present and future...

♪ ...Washed the spider out ♪

...are all happening,

like, all at once.

♪ Round and round, round and round ♪

♪ The wheels on the bus go round and round ♪

I spy with my little eye, something that's blue.

It's a big part of my life.

You want me to sit here with my hands in my lap

to do some public display of not working for your satisfaction.

Look, if I got this done, I could finally relax.

It's not your schedule-- Oh, suddenly it's my schedule

that's the problem? Okay.

A-At once?

That's so busy.

Mm-hmm. I mean, you don't have to worry

about you right now, though.

What if I'm sitting on myself from the last time we were here?

Yeah, you know, it's just-- it's just a theory, okay?

It was best not to think about the block universe.

Toby didn't want to think about any theory of life

in which the thing you were dealing with

was an absolute reality.

He couldn't bear the scope of regret

and missed chances and alternate choices.

He didn't want to think about possibility anymore.

Possibility was a trap.

Hey, does anybody want to get some food?

You know what else is a trap?

The Hamptons.

You know, kids, it's-- it's nice

that you have a house in the Hamptons, okay?

It actually is really nice that you can get used to this.

But it's also-- it's also important to think

about economy disparity.

It's important that privileged kids like you,

like, think a little bit about that, you know?

I mean, look at these houses.

I mean, you think inside these houses are people

that have been rewarded for their great acts

of kindness and good works?

No. Unh-uh. No. No, inside these houses are pirates.

Pirates? Yeah.

I mean, a kind of pirate. A kind of pirate.

The kind of pirate that takes and takes

even though he has enough, you know?

Listen, you guys are gonna grow up

and do great things in your life,

but you have to understand, there's such a thing as--

as enough.

Okay.

Whatever, Dad.

Okay.

Look at that sunset. It's so pretty, isn't it?

You know, but you have to remember,

sunsets are also problematic, you know,

because they're only for the wealthy.

In cities, there are tall buildings so you can't see it.

You know, you got to come to a place like this

just to catch a glimpse of what would be one of the true,

free pleasures in life, you know?

Okay. Great. Can I just have the keys?

Yeah.

He hated this place.

I get the big room! No, you don't.

You had it last time.

I want it! It's my turn.

No, it's not.

Absolutely hated it.

Hated its beautiful views,

hated waking up to the salt air...

...hated the bed that cradled him like it was his mother.

Something, something, economic disparity,

something, something, wealth distribution.

Night, Sol.

Night, Dad.

But however much he didn't like the house when it was his,

boy, did he extra not like it now that it wasn't.

He was last there in winter.

They'd come out for the Leffers' anniversary party.

He'd been asking for a divorce for months by then,

and each time he brought it up, she'd get crazy.

But it was quiet there, the way it never was in the summer,

and something had changed in her.

I think we should get a divorce.

Right then, he was filled with an aching love for her

that he hadn't experienced in some time.

It's gonna be okay.

Well done.

I gotta go.

Okay. Bye.

How can I? I have no phone.

Alright. I'm sure you'll find a way.

Here you go.

This will barely buy me water.

Alright, here's 20.

Okay. Bye.

Good time.

Bye, Hannah.

Wait, Hannah...

Who's she talking to?

I don't know, Sol.

Hmm. Hot enough for you?

Nice to see you, Roxanne.

Roxanne Hertz spoke in a Groucho Marx voice

when she was saying anything uncomfortable or critical

or evenly mildly controversial.

Can you believe he's the nominee?

It's hilarious.

Well, at least she'll win, right?

Well, I don't know that she'll win.

I don't even like her that much, but at least with him,

we can keep our money, you know?

Also, her voice-- drives Rich crazy.

Anyway, I was thinking that I could pick the girls up

and take them to dinner.

Yeah, you know what, Hannah would probably prefer

that to having dinner with me, so--

Oh, Solly. Yeah.

Solly, do you want to go play with Max?

He's in the car.

Oh. Do you want to, buddy?

Oh, of-- of course he does.

Does he? Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

I'll-- I'll pick you up for dinner, okay? Okay.

Oh, let them stay. Hannah can call you

when we're done.

Actually, you know what? Do-- Do you mind?

She doesn't have a phone yet.

Still? Yeah.

Toby, get that girl a phone.

Oh, you are looking so well, Toby.

You know, I keep meaning to tell you,

we are your friend, too, and, um, yeah--

I'm idling. Oh. Okay.

Gotta go.

Toby was unsettled by the fact

that Roxanne Hertz didn't blink when she saw

that Toby was the one with the kids and not Rachel.

Bye! Bye, Toby!

Had she heard from Rachel?

Did she know something he didn't?

I'm beginning to think, like, maybe

I'm the only one who doesn't know, right?

Well, did she say anything? Arm circles.

No. No, no, no. That's just it.

That's what's so weird.

No, I think she probably just assumed

there was a good reason-- like, she did the math.

The woman who said this to me was not the smartest person.

5, 6, 7, 8. Okay, I gotta--

I have to go, but if this--

if this were a story, I would follow the money.

What does that mean? Does--

Is that something people really say?

You had bank accounts together, right?

So, just see where she's spending her money, right?

Okay, I got-- I-- I have to go, Toby.

Okay. Okay, bye. Alright. Bye.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is that?

Uh, um, this is my house?

Who-- Who are you?

Miss Fleishman didn't mention a visitor.

Well, I'm sorry-- I'm sorry, who are you?

I look in on the place.

Oh. No, it's fine. Like, I'm her husband.

I promise this-- this is all fine.

Okay. Yeah. Okay.

I'll come back. Yeah.

I mean, we'll be out by the weekend.

Thanks.

Great.

Okay. Thank you.

Fine. He would follow the money.

Three months before, he'd divested

of their shared accounts, handing them over to Rachel.

The mediator had told her to change their shared passwords,

that it was an important part of moving on.

Toby couldn't believe she'd actually done it.

Sweet Jesus, is the sun broken?

His phone passcode was still their anniversary,

and her password was what?

Something he couldn't even begin to imagine.

That's him.

And with that, it was time to leave the house,

into which he was, he was learning,

technically breaking and entering.

Yeah, sorry.

Bye, Toby.

Bye. Thank you for having them.

Bye! Bye, Fleishmans!

Thanks a lot.

They were about to take us out to dinner.

It's so unfair. Yeah, I have a patient I need to see.

Get in the car. Come on.

He didn't belong here.

She had moved on, and he was still using the pool

like a house guest who wouldn't go home.

God damn, if Rachel could move on, so could he.

Who wants to go to E.J.'s? Breakfast for dinner!

Alright. I have to do one errand first.

Toby was going to take control.

Thank you!

Thank you so much.

On the wind of this triumph,

he decided to solve his bigger problem.

Hey, Hannah, h-how psyched are you for camp?

Mm-hmm.

Boy, am I jealous.

You know, I met all of my best friends at camp.

You know Seth? He and I met at camp.

Do you think we could make this have a six-foot diameter,

or is that too big?

Yeah, six feet-- Yeah, it might be a little too big,

especially in this tiny apartment.

You know, that's where I first learned about astronomy,

'cause they have these, like, amazing telescopes at camp.

Yeah. They don't have all those city lights

to obstruct the stars.

Actually, you-- you might like that, Sol.

Nope. Remember, I'm not a camp kid.

Yeah, he's not a camp kid, Rachel.

Who is?

You're a camp kid because your parents send you to camp.

All his friends started last year.

No, he doesn't have any friends.

That's because he doesn't go to camp.

Well... If he doesn't go now,

he'll be too freaked out to go later.

Wait, he wanted to go that--

uh, that ice skating camp in Queens, you remember?

Who's he gonna meet at an ice skating camp?

Uh, I don't know. Not everybody goes to camp

for, like, networking opportunities, Rachel.

Why doesn't he want to do something more appropriate,

like... tennis?

Wait, is that it? Are you just, like,

concerned about his masculinity?

No.

C-Can't we cultivate something more practical?

Like, he's not gonna grow up to be an ice skater.

And-- And we should be concerned

that he doesn't want to leave home.

Why are you, like, so eager to get rid of them?

Didn't, like-- Didn't we want them?

They're gonna be gone soon enough.

No, I-I'm not paying for ice skating camp.

Okay. There it is. Honesty. Finally.

It's your money.

What? No. That's not what I said at all.

It went on like that.

He tore through her for her lack of participation

in the kids' lives.

She went straight for his masculinity like it

was an artery.

That's how you're thinking? Okay, thank you.

I knew you'd find a way to turn it back to me.

No, actually, I'm just asking a question, Toby.

It's an honest question.

Can I get Instagram? Everyone has it.

No, we've answered this before.

No social media until you're 13.

Everyone.

No-- You don't even have a phone.

It's not good for kids and anxiety.

Your brain is still developing, alright?

Dad and I will talk about it. Excuse me.

We've already talked about it, okay?

How about my anxiety that everybody is always on it

and leaving me out? She has a point.

Yeah?

You're an animal.

Toby wasn't proud of everything that went down

at the end of his marriage.

But he was now beginning to see camp for what it was--

not a weapon in his cold war with Rachel, but a solution.

Hey, Sol, I-I need to talk to you, buddy.

Am I in trouble? No, no, of course not.

No. Um, I just, um--

I need you to think about going to camp.

But I'm not a camp kid.

Yeah. Yeah.

The thing is, Mom is away for a while and I have to work, okay?

That's just, like, what's going on.

Your options are sitting in the conference room at the hospital

or spending time at aftercare at the Y, and I just--

I just want a better summer for you.

I mean, you deserve a better summer.

What about if I hate it?

Well, then, I'll come pick you up,

but I don't think you're gonna hate it.

What about my project?

What? Your project? We'll have plenty of time

to do your project when you get back home.

Can I think about it?

I-I think what I'm saying is that, um, you're going.

But you're gonna be fine. I would not--

I would not put you anywhere that is bad or dangerous, okay?

Come here, buddy.

He sent the kids to bed and kept the date that he'd had

with Nahid, the woman that he'd been communicating with

on his app for several weeks.

According to Seth, the hotter it gets before you real-life

meet a woman from a dating app,

the more it predicts you'll never actually meet.

The human confines of shame can't withstand it.

And surely, it had gotten hot with Nahid.

And weird.

Okay, I'm a super, but the payment

I demand for changing a light bulb

is for you to go down on me until I'm done.

But now, my kids are beating down the door

and I scream, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

You're a fighter pilot who is too horny to fight,

so you have me sit on your cock while you fight Russian bogeys.

I'm a space alien dressed as a window washer

who is doing your windows, when you say

"I can't come in unless I write your name

on the window, but I don't have a writing implement,

except for my space penis.

Yeah. As a scientist, Toby could not dismiss the possibility

that Nahid was too good to be true.

Whoa!

But scientists must always see their experiment through,

no matter how much the forecast calls for spectacular failure.

Hi.

Hi.

Yeah. Thanks.

Toby always loved summer.

Oof.

Hey. Hey, what's going on?

Did something happen?

Is Mommy dead?

Oh, my God. Of-- Of course not.

Why? Why? What-- What happened?

I tried to call her.

Yeah, well, maybe she doesn't have your number.

I texted her and I said, "It's Hannah."

Yeah. I-- You know what?

I spoke to her a little while ago.

I think she's just really busy, and maybe--

maybe she's just asleep now.

Come here, kiddo.

It's okay.

It's okay, sweetheart.

You know, she'd be here right now

if she didn't hate you so much.

And then it was a few days later,

and it occurred to Toby that he was doing

exactly what Rachel would have done.

He was throwing money at the problem.

He was buying summer.

Okay, let's go. Whoa, whoa.

No, no. Wait a second. Wait a second.

Hey.

I want you to know that in the block universe,

you have been at camp,

having the most amazing summer for all of time, okay?

This is so stupid.

And I-I want you to know that also in the block universe,

you are already back at home with me,

telling me about your amazing adventures, okay?

I love you, Dad.

Okay, Chipmunks, time to load up! Love you, too.

Okay. Listen, you let them know if you need anything, okay?

I will think about you non-stop.

Hey. You stay.

I know you think you hate me, but I also know that you don't.

I'm gonna miss you so much, okay?

- Bye. - Bye!

- Bye, sweetie. - Love you.

They were gone now. Everyone was gone.

It was too much for him. It was too awful.

But also, they were gone.

And they're off.

You guys around?

He could have a second to think now.

He could pull himself together

and start to try to remember what kind of life

he was trying to build before all of this happened.

He could stop vamping for his kids for a minute

and perhaps join the throngs of people

who met in twos and threes with their friends

in park and drank rosé out of cans.

He was going to try a Negroni!

He was gonna have his summer, too.

Is it called a ladies night?

No, it's not called a ladies night.

It's called a mom's night.

Ah. Yeah. Like, a mom's--

Like, I don't-- I don't even know.

Why-- Why even have a mom's night, you know?

Why do we need a mom's night out?

Isn't the actual problem-- Hey.

Hi. ...the existence of a mom's night out?

Like, how can we bear to admit that we're in a cage

and have to be liberated, prowl the streets,

drinking Aperol Spritzes in our blousey tops.

God. You know what the secret is?

What's the secret?

The secret is nobody even wants to be there.

We just want to be left alone, you know?

Like, we want to be left alone.

We don't need some organized activity.

Just let me watch TV by myself.

But those women need to be let out of the cage.

Yeah, I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe I'm just different than they are.

They need to prowl the streets with their Aperol Spritz.

You know what I mean? Am I, like, speaking

some unspoken truth that we all share,

or am I really just very different from them?

It's pretty intense.

It's a shame, the thing that happens to women.

What's going on with you?

Hmm? Oh.

Sorry, uh...

I was so looking forward to coming here, and then--

I mean, I just sent my kids off to camp

because I didn't want to tell them

that their mother has decided that she needs yoga more

than she wants to be a mother.

Sorry. I'm distracted. I'm sorry.

Is she still gone? Yeah.

I mean, look, she does this, okay,

but I'm starting to think that it hasn't really gone on

this long, you know?

She normally, like, delights in sending me eye-roll emojis

whenever I complain,

but this is like a whole new level, just going dark.

Have you gone to the office or the yoga place?

Have you called the yoga place or her assistant?

I mean, I would march right in.

I don't have to call her assistant, okay?

I want her to be normal.

And yes, I called the assistant, and of course,

I called the yoga place, too.

Yeah. I got nothing.

Well, man, I think when you stop having sex

with somebody, all bets are off.

Well, actually, we were still having sex.

My man.

What? My man.

No, it's not that kind of-- My man.

It's not, like, a happy thing.

My man. My man. Yeah.

It's weird. I would-- I would drop the kids off, and she--

she would say that she needs to talk to me

about something privately, so we'd go into our bedroom,

or her bedroom, I guess. I don't know.

She wouldn't even turn the lights on.

We would just, like, start.

And then what happened? Don't.

You know how it works, right?

Uh-huh. Right.

And then, uh, I don't know, it was over

and she would roll over and pretend to fall asleep

and I would just quietly leave.

It's weird.

I don't mind it.

It's like a hundred little goodbyes.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You know, I thought it would be over and I would--

I wouldn't think about her anymore,

but like, my brain keeps remembering everything.

Like-- Like, trying to determine

if I could have seen this coming.

I literally can't stop thinking about her.

But you're not worried about her?

No. I mean, she does this. She does?

Yes, she does this, like an extra three days

on a business trip, or we wake up

and she's not there, and she works all day

and we only see her the next morning, like a million times.

Really. That I actually do understand.

I used to really like being on a story

and, you know, staying an extra day.

Yeah, but now, it's longer than just an extra day or two.

Yeah. No, I've never heard of this before,

and I would always call, like...

Right. You're a normal, you know, person.

Thank you. 'Cause what if something had happened to you?

Well, yeah, exactly.

What if something has happened to her?

No, she's...

What? Nothing.

She... What is it?

A few years back, she went to some work thing.

She got home really late, like at 3:00 AM,

and I had called her, okay?

And she didn't answer, as usual,

because that's just what she did,

and I wasn't worried about her.

She never checked in when she was running late.

I mean, I was always a second thought,

and this is while we were married.

Anyway, she stumbles in, and she's not drunk or anything,

and she, like, passes out on the couch,

and I realize-- I mean, she had been roofied.

What? Yeah.

No. Yeah.

No, I mean-- No, nothing had happened to her.

No, I think some employee of hers saw that she was, like,

a little out of it and brought her home immediately,

but I just-- I--

I keep remembering this, like, terrible, tiny moment, and, um,

I'm actually kind of, like, ashamed to admit it,

but, um, but after I knew that she was safe,

once I knew that nothing worse had happened,

I felt like-- just briefly, like, just for,

like, one second, though, like,

relieved, you know, that she hadn't just forgotten to--

to call me, you know?

She hadn't just forgotten that I existed.

She didn't forget to call home. She couldn't.

You know, what a relief that this wasn't just another time

where she was treating me like shit, you know?

Wow. Yeah.

I mean, I'm not proud of this, you know?

But I keep thinking about it.

Yeah. But I mean, she does this.

Right?

I mean, she does this.

Unless, what if something happened to her?

Yeah. But no, nothing happened to her.

No. Nothing happened to her.

Are you okay, Toby?

Yeah? Yeah, I'm fine.

Shit. Sorry.

Sorry. Fuck.

Yeah, Dr. Fleishman.

Toby, I'm sorry to bother you.

We have a 22-year-old in fulminant liver failure.

Yeah. We can't figure it out.

Okay. No, I'll be--

Shit, I'll be right in. Sorry, I gotta go.

My fellows need me. I have a young patient.

You sure you're okay? Yeah, yeah.

Sorry. I just-- I gotta go.

Whoa!

Heads up!

Hey! Sorry!

Watch where you're going!

Suddenly, he saw danger everywhere.

Suddenly, he couldn't conceive of the version of the person

he was even 10 minutes ago,

who hadn't thought to ask hard questions

about his ex-wife's disappearance.

He'd been so busy taking a tour

of the block universe of his marriage

that he had forgotten to stay in the now,

where there was an emergency.

He wasn't okay. He was worried.

He suddenly felt very foolish for not having thought

through the fact that yes, she was a terrible person,

but bad things happen to terrible people, too.

Hello? I'm so embarrassed.

It's an overdose.

We hadn't gotten back the acetaminophen report.

Wait, wait, sorry, do you still need me to come in?

No, no, no. W-We're fine.

I'm so sorry to disturb you. I'm really embarrassed.

Okay. No. No, it's okay.

Probably nothing was wrong.

Probably she was fine and just being her normal,

inconsiderate self.

He needed to pull himself together.

He needed some citrus.

He needed some produce.

This was what summer wrought--

heat and terror and rotting fruit.

Honestly, fuck summer.

Summer was marketing. Summer was a scam.

Simone. Yeah, Simone. Hi, it's Toby.

I'm sor-- Yeah, where-- where is Rachel?

Okay. No, I-- I know she has the week off.

Yeah, but you must-- you must have spoken to her.

Okay. Okay. No, that's fine-- I'll--

I'll-- I will try her there.

- Hey. - Hey.

Will you look at that?

Two Fleishman sightings in one day. Hi.

I love a husband doing food shopping

in the middle of the day.

Toby, are you still into yoga?

Sam's getting into yoga. Todd is gonna try it.

He swears. Well, he says after our Rome trip.

Did Hannah tell you we're going to Rome?

I swear, she and Lexi are--

I'm sorry, wait, two Fleishman sightings?

I-- The kids just went to camp.

We just saw Rachel.

What?

She was napping in the park.

Yeah. Yeah. It was the craziest thing.

She was just lying there, napping.

Just... Miriam said something,

and then Cyndi talked for either an hour more

or a minute more, but Toby didn't hear anything after that

because his blood froze and his inner ear

started to bleed and his brain turned to putty

and began to leak out his nose, and he knew right then,

he would never understand another thing ever again.

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

This is amazing.

The old place didn't have air conditioning.

It did. We had units.

That's what I meant.

Rachel... I don't know. She's not like the type to commit social suicide.

We might need to revisit what type of person we think that she is.

I don't feel sad. Just crazy.

Yeah therapists deal with crazy.

You can't treat a person that way!

You don't know anything about my life.

You have punted every decision that a person can make.

I would like a place. I would like to belong to people.

I want something real.

We all want everything.

You really have no idea how you would feel if you got the thing that you wanted.