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- * I see you,
I see you baby... *

- So all you really know is
that Kelsey took an Uber

to Josh's last night?
- Yes, after midnight.

- Well, maybe she's
just crashing there.

- Or maybe...
- No, no, no, no.

I don't think so.
That's not Kelsey or Josh.

- I know, but, you know,
a little alcohol,

a little commiseration.

I mean,
they're both in their 20--

why are we going on Barry?
- I am rerouting you.

You don't need to walk
past Josh's to get to the L.

- Well, so am I just supposed
to avoid his street forever?

- Yes.
Never face a painful situation

when you can just
skulk around it.

- Oh, coffee.

Oh, coffee filters.

Nope.

Oh.

I thought you were sleeping.
- Nope.

Not really sleeping much
these days.

- I know what you mean.

My brain is, like, buzzing
from this Liza thing.

It's so insane.

- Yeah, well, you're pretty much
the only person in the world

that understands
what I've been going through.

- Yeah, we're, like,
in Liza recovery together.

- Mm, now first rule
of recovery,

do not use the L-word.

- Got it,
and the second rule?

- Grits.

- Grits?
- Grits.

Yeah, a little bit of cheese,
some bacon.

That's how you start your
morning right in the mean,

mountain state of West Virginia.

I'm from Texas, darlin'.

You are speaking my language.
- Texas?

What--do you two-step?

Do I two-step.

You have so much
to learn about me.

- * Everybody up now *

You did spend the night

at Josh's.
What is happening?

- Oh, my God, this is an ambush.

- Did you hook up?
- We did not.

I'm just staying here
for a while.

- What? What do you mean
"staying here for a while"?

- How do you even know I'm here?

- You took my Uber
so I followed you on the app.

- Have you been here all night?
- No.

After, like,
my 400th unanswered text,

I decided to just come here
and catch your walk of shame.

- It's not a walk of shame.

- But you're living
with Josh, dude.

There are so many dots
to connect.

Okay, he and Liza
were practically engaged.

What--what broke them up?
- I do not know,

but it had nothing
to do with me.

- And yet you moved in with him.

Wow.
Wow, wow, wow.

Are you sure
you didn't bang him?

At least a little dry humping?

- Can you drop it, okay?

- Got it.
Boundaries, yes.

So into them, mm-hmm.

You can tell me tonight
at the House of Yes.

- House of what?
- Ooh, it's this naughty,

Cirque du Solei-ish
dinner thing.

Max finally got a night off,
so I'm making him be fun,

and you're coming with us.
- But I--

- Nope, nope, it's a House
of "Yes," Kels, okay?

There are no "no's" allowed.
I'll see you tonight.

Bring a date.
Josh.

- Here you go.

- Hmm, that's a work of art.

- That means a lot
coming from you.

You're Maggie Amato, right?

- Yeah, that's me.

- I love your work.
Your last show,

the Yves Klein homage,
was life changing.

I had, like,
five Snapchat stories

that were nothing
but that show.

- Thanks, I guess.

- I'm sorry to fangirl
all over you.

It's just very cool to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too, Montana.

Sorry, I don't wanna
hold up the line.

- Wait, come here.

Fifth one's free.
- Hmm, thanks.

- The reviews for Kelsey's
boyfriend's book are out.

- Ex-boyfriend.
They broke up.

- Mm, she'll be thrilled.

Kirkus said it was
"flabby and indulgent,"

and the "Times"
didn't like it either.

- I wonder what
"Publisher's Weekly" said.

- Liza, read on your own time.

That cover art needs
Charles's signature ASAP.

- Okay.

- Come in.

- Are you okay?
- Um, my back is out.

- Oh, no, a spasm?
- Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it happens sometimes.

- Um, do you mind if I...

- Uh, okay.
- I--

see if I can--
- Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.

- I know.
Is that it?

- Yeah.
- I--oh, sorry.

- Okay, okay, ow.
- It's okay.

Sometimes if you massage
the area just above it,

it helps release the spasm.

- Ah.

Oh, yeah, that's--

oh, wow, that's actually
a little bit better.

- You need ice and Ibuprofen.

Eventually, you're gonna wanna
alternate heat and ice,

but not today.

- How do you know
so much about this?

- My, um--

friend's husband has a bad back.

- How old is he?

- Older.
In his 40s.

- Is that unusual
among your friends?

- Oh, uh, we--we don't
really think about that.

We just...party.

- Um, can I ask you to...

- Yeah.

- Could you please get me
that Ibuprofen?

Hi, Bob.

No, no, no, feeling great.

Uh, let's just hear the numbers.
- Take these.

Here you go.
- Thank you.

Okay.

So--so we're actually up
from where we were?

All right,
so you can work with that.

Right.

- Excuse me,
can you sign for these?

- Oh, yeah, of course.

Hey.

These are for you.

- Thanks,
but I'm not really sure flowers

are gonna make
our situation any better.

- No, they're not from me.
They're, um...

uh, they're from Colin.

His name was on the receipt.

Diana said
the reviews are awful.

Can't wait to read 'em.

You always said
it was 200 pages too long.

- Yeah, I guess so.

I've got some emails to return.

- Yeah, okay.

I'll see you
in the staff meeting.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, are you okay?

Did you find a place to stay
and...?

- Yeah.

I found a place.

- In this turbulent world
full of strife and anxiety,

people need a place of peace.

Hygge.

The Danish art of comfort,
offers a cure.

And the definitive guidebook
has become Empirical's very own

"Getting Hygge With It."

Now, our author,
Hans Pater Jorgen,

is ending his 12-week tour here

and rather than throwing a party
at some Danish restaurant,

I thought it would be
more personal

and in the spirit of Hygge

to host

at my home.

- Isn't Hygge about being...

cozy?
- Yeah.

- I've been to your home, it's--
- Elegant, yes.

I plan to Hygge it up.
You know.

So, Saturday, 7:00 sharp.
There will be press,

so I expect everyone
to bring a plus one.

- Can Millenial help the book
with a online push?

- Oh, uh, we're doing a segment

on "Strong Opinions
Loosely Held,"

and Medium is doing a piece
tying our title

with Bobby Flay's
new fondue cookbook.

- Also, the college interns
are making some memes,

so maybe one of them
will go viral.

- All right, once and for all,
can someone please explain

what a "meme" is?

- I'm glad you asked.

Um, I'm not sure
I understand either.

- Well, the technical definition
is "a cultural item that's

"transmitted by repetition
in a manner similar to

the biological transmission
of genes."

- No.
- Can you give an example?

- Well, the Internet versions
are, like,

funny photos or little videos,

but the analog version
is, like, uh, "Kilroy was here."

- Oh.
- Uh, uh, what about,

uh, "keep on trucking"?
- Yeah.

- "Where's the beef?"
- Exactly!

- What are you guys
talking about?

No, no, a meme is, like,

a picture of a cat
that says stupid things like,

"I can haz cheezburger."
Or Salt Bae.

- Right.
Oh, Salt Bae.

That is--it's so--

that's so funny.

Just whenever it's like...

- Well, as long as
it's good for the book,

may we all have a profitable
journey across the Salt Bay.

- Hear, hear.

- You really have no idea
what a meme is.

I can't believe
I've been so blind.

- Hey.

I'm here to get my hole punched.

- Hi.
I was hoping you'd be back.

Cappuccino?
- Please.

Love the shirt.
What's on the back?

- It's the state of Montana,
actually.

I painted it.

- You're an artist?

- Yeah, yeah.

Not like you, but, yeah.

- Well, I think it's beautiful.
- Well, thank you.

- You know, I'm working on
some new paintings.

You wanna come
check 'em out sometime?

- Are you kidding?
Yes!

- Text me when you're free.
- Okay.

You know, the girl in
the next shift is running late,

but I should be
getting off soon.

- Oh, I have a feeling
you will be.

See ya.

- Bye.

- Who knew there were
so many candle scents.

Bavarian Pretzel.
Mm.

Library books.

Nostalgic Snow.

- Nostalgic Snow?
What is that, old snow?

Isn't that water?
Who cares?

Throw it in.
It's on sale.

We need to Hygge my place up.

- Okay, who needs
a pillow this big?

- Oh, that's a body pillow.

You know,
for girls who can't get a man.

I obviously don't need one

since I have Richard
to cuddle with.

And when I say "cuddle,"
I actually mean--

- That's nice.

I miss cuddling.

- It's too bad about you a Josh.

It's never pleasant
to be dumped.

- I didn't get dumped.

We just--

you know,
we wanted different things.

- So you chose to be alone?

Really, Liza, it's always best
to be honest with oneself.

It's how we grow.

Ooh, Mongolian lambskin.

We should keep the tags on these

so we can return them
after the party,

and by "we" I mean you.

- Wow.

Is it possible
you got more beautiful

since the last time
I saw you?

- No.

You just weren't
paying attention.

- Well, I am now.
Trust me.

- That may take some time.

- Understood.
Look, I know I was a cliché

letting all that attention
go to my head.

Does it help to say
I know I've been a total ass?

And that I'm truly,
truly sorry?

- It's a good start.

But you're gonna have
to do a lot more.

- Like what?
- I don't know.

I'm gonna think of something.

- What is this place?
- Oh, you'll see.

There's Lauren and Max.

Guys, you remember Colin.

- Oh, you came to that party
at my apartment.

You live on Roosevelt Island,
right?

- Uh, no.
- Oh, sorry, you're the twin?

- What?

Oh, it's not your fault, baby.

Kelsey has a very specific type.

- No, I don't.
- Mm, okay.

Uh, here we go.

Thad, Chad, Tram Slam,
this guy.

- This guy?
- Yeah, they're all the same.

6 foot, corn fed,
sandy blonde, sensible stubble.

- I take it these are your exes?

- Yeah, she can't help it.
She's a dopple-banger.

- Has anybody at this table
been naughty?

Hmm.

You two.
Come with me.

- Ooh.

- How do you like that?

- I'd like it to be harder.

Harder.

- Do you wanna try?

I would love to.

- Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Ah!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Uh, you don't usually
take Barry.

- Yeah, uh, I was trying
to avoid Bedford.

- Yeah, me too.
- Yeah.

- So how are you?
- No.

No, we're not doing this.

- Mini-quiches are ready.

- Yep, I got it.

- Oh, no,
I don't have any star anise.

- Oh, here.
Use, um, caraway seeds.

Here you go.
- We're out of, uh--

- Oh, Havarti and Grinzola.
- I know this is a Hygge party,

and it's supposed
to be relaxing,

but it's hard to be relaxed

when your guest of honor
is late.

- I'll call him.

- It's easy to see
why Diana leans on you so much.

- Yeah.

- I mean, you don't have
to be a therapist

to know that she has
some trust issues,

but not with you.

You're one of
the very few people

she has complete faith in.

- That's, uh...
nice to hear.

- Hi.
How's your back?

- Uh, it's better.
A little better.

- Mulled wine should help.

- Thank you.
That's hot.

- Wow.

- Liza, hi.

- Colin.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Oh, hey, you never
introduced me to your boss.

- Oh, of course.

Charles, this is
the notorious Colin McNichol.

Colin, Charles Brooks,
my brilliant boss.

- Charles.
- Colin, very nice to meet you,

and, uh, I'm sorry
to hear about Random House.

- Yeah, appreciate that.

That was a surprise.
- What happened?

- They dropped the option
on my second book.

- When did that happen?

Yesterday.

Uh, bad move on their part.

It's a great idea.
Can I tell you about it?

- Uh, sure.

- So imagine if the voyages
of Christopher Columbus

were financed
by Catherine of Aragon

instead of Isabella of Spain.

- So I'm obsessed with
the complicated relationship

that women have with power.

How we can be vulnerable,
but predators at the same time.

- Yes, the contrast
is so strong.

- I-I really love it.
- Thanks.

- If you ever need an assistant,

I would be so into
helping you out.

I could stir your paint.

I could stretch your canvas.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Well, that sounds like
an offer too good to refuse.

Oh, my God, okay.

- What?
- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry

if I gave you the wrong idea.

I'm such a gigantic fan
of yours.

I'm just--I'm...
I'm straight.

- Oh.
- I hope that's okay.

- That's okay.
That's fine.

Some of my best friends
are straight.

- Okay, good.

Good.
- Mm...

but I have a show coming up
in a month,

so if you're still interested,

I could use the help.

- Oh, my God, really?
- Yeah, yeah.

- I would love that.
- Yeah, great, fantastic.

Well, come here.
I'll show you my stuff.

- Okay.

- Look, I know you don't
want my advice,

but are you sure
it's a good idea

to let Colin
back into your life?

- What?

- From the minute
you guys got here,

he has been all over Charles.

- What are you saying?

- I-I don't trust him.

- Oh, you don't trust him.

That's funny.

- Okay, I'm only saying this
because I care about you.

- You care about me?

Do you really wanna
do this here?

- Yes, I--
you know what...

Of course I care about you.
Very deeply.

That's why I wanna see you
with a good guy.

You discovered Colin,

you supported him through
the entire editing process,

and the minute
he got successful,

he didn't have time
for you.

That is until
he needs you again.

I was married
to a guy like that,

and you deserve better.

You deserve someone
who treasures you,

who--who opens doors,

who walks on the outside
of a sidewalk.

- Okay, all right, what kind of
old lady lace curtain handbook

is that out of?
Huh?

Liza, stop pretending
to have a clue

about how I think
or who I am.

You know nothing.

You don't even know
what a meme is.

- Yes, I do.
Lauren just sent me one.

- That's not a meme.
- It has meme font.

How is that not a meme.
- It just isn't.

- Well, then what the hell
is a meme?

- You--you just know it
when you see it!

Do you have any other questions?
- Just one.

Why are you living with Josh?

- Because he needed a roommate.
- And you're the only person

that he could find?

- I am the only person

that understands
what he's going through.

- Kelsey, just wait.

- Let's go.
- But I was right

in the middle of the--
- I need to go now.

- I'll call you.

- Are, um, Kelsey
and Liza fighting?

- Yes, apparently,
Kelsey stole Liza's boyfriend.

20-something drama.

You can't stop them
from acting their age.

- I'm sure you guys
will make up.

- I am--I really don't think so.

- Well, the good news is,
I think Charles is interested

in the second book.
I should text my agent.

Hey, can I have that cab?
- Sure.

- Hey, roomie!

Why don't you join us?
- Thanks.

I'm gonna go to bed.

- Yo, I'll be right back.

Kelsey.

You okay?

Colin is an asshole.

I don't know how
I didn't see it.

- Ah, man.
I'm sorry.

- It's like, I don't think I can
trust my instincts anymore.

I-I have seriously
lost my ability

to judge people's character.

First, I was wrong about Liza,
and then--

Liza, Liza, Liza!

I'm so tired of talking
about Liz--

Whoa.

Lies. Uh.

Lies-uh.
Lies-uh.

Lies-uh-lies.

I can't.
- My God.

Well, we should have
just known all along.

- Oh, my God.

- Come on.
Let's go.

Get your ass out there.

Yeah, that sounds good, boys.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You ready to show me

some of those
two-step moves of yours?

- Oh, hell, yeah.
- Yeah?

- * What has happened
to it all *

* Crazy some will say *

* Where is the life
that I recognize? *

* It's gone away *

* And I won't cry
for yesterday *

* There's an ordinary world *

* Somehow I have to find *