Man Seeking Woman (2015–2017): Season 2, Episode 4 - Tinsel - full transcript

Liz finds herself drawn to a man that is currently unavailable.

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[upbeat holiday music]

♪ ♪

Ding dong.

The presence of one Liz Greenberg, Esquire,

is sincerely requested at the holiday party

taking place just outside this boardroom.

Yeah, sorry, Jimmy.

I've got so much work to
finish before the break.

Merry Christmas, Liz.

Have a nice holiday.

Hold the mistletoe.



- Did Jimmy just ask you out?
- No.

I don't think that could be
considered asking someone out.

Jimmy's not my type.

Cute and funny... not your type?

I'm sorry.

I'm not wasting my time
with some junior associate.

[piano jazz music]

♪ ♪

[crashing]

- Stay back!
- Oh, my God.

I am so sorry. I didn't
mean to frighten you.

My name... my name is Santa.

Santa Claus.

Oh, my God.



Of course I know who you are. I'm...

But you, of course,
are not Jenny De Santos,

which means that this Barbie
Dream Car is not for you.

I'm going to have to take it
up with the elves, I guess.

I'm Liz, by the way.

Liz Greenberg.

Wait a minute. You're not...

Are you Elizabeth Greenberg

from Evanston?

Yes, I am. How did you know that?

1994.

You requested a graphing calculator.

You don't often forget a gift like that.

Not in a sea of My Little Ponies.

I can't believe you remember that.

I was just a little girl.

Well, you're not a little girl anymore.

[clears throat]

[record stops, catches]

The needle's loose.

Do you mind if I, uh, take a look?

- Sure.
- I'm a tinkerer by trade.

I built my entire operation
from the ground up.

Now, of course we have
all these systems in place,

but, man, do I miss the days

when I got to work with my hands.

[record resumes]

Chet Jenks Trio.

- Mm-hmm.
- Man, you have great taste.

[sleigh bells ring]

There's my ride.

Mmm.

This has been a much nicer
treat than milk and cookies.

♪ ♪

Don't work too hard tonight, Liz.

It's Christmas.

That's my job.

♪ ♪

[upbeat electronic music]




♪ ♪

Hi, Liz. Welcome back.

Nice holiday?

Nothing exciting. I was just working.

Well, this just came for you.

What is that?

- Who's it from?
- Well, I don't know.

[rhythmic sleigh bells]

♪ ♪

"Thanks for providing the
sweetest treat of the night.

Best regards, SC."

Nothing exciting, huh, Smiley?

This is from my mother.

- Yeah, right.
- Hey.

SC? Liz...

[whispers] is this from Santa Claus?

Yes, it is.

Elizabeth, you secret little slut.

He's married.

And we are just friends.
Now, get back to work.

I need the research on the
class action by 5:00 p.m.

[whispers] Slut.

Be more professional.

[beeps]

Hmm.

[piano rendition of
"The Holly and the Ivy"]

♪ ♪

Hmm.

[intense, dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Whew.

♪ ♪

[computer chimes]

[rhythmic sleigh bells]

"Liz, so nice to get this.

"Thought of you while listening
to an old Chet Jenks LP,

"'Sweet and Succulent.'

"Look it up. XX, Santa."

[uplifting instrumental
"Deck the Halls"]

♪ ♪

Look what I found.

[phone dings]

"Jackpot."

[computer chimes]

["Deck the Halls" continues]

"Which one of these
is not like the other?"

♪ ♪

Do you know anyone
who likes cookies?

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

"Save some for me.
I'll bring the milk."

[computer chimes]

"Hey, Liz, I'll be in town
for a work thing next week.

"Staying at the Grafton.

"No pressure,
but if you're around,

might be fun to grab a drink."

- Jessica.
- Huh?

Can you enter my office, please?

- Sure.
- Close the door.

Is everything all right?

Santa Claus is coming to town.

OMG.

He wants me to meet him

at his hotel for a drink.

You have to go.

Of course I can't go.

He's married.

Liz, this is Santa we're talking about.

Literally thousands of girls

would kill to be in your position.

Okay, well...

that's not who I am.

[soft jazz music plays]




Liz.

You look even more
stunning than I remember.

Thank you.

Can I get you something to drink?

I'll have a white wine.

Cocoa with rum

and a candy cane twist.

Are you Santa?

No. But I get that a lot.

[sighs]

Sometimes you just wanna
be anonymous, you know?

Like when you're having drinks

with a woman who's not your wife.

[huffs]

I can't stop thinking about you, Liz.

I've been going crazy.

But you're married.

Well, yes, technically I'm still married,

but it's a dead marriage, Liz.

And it has been for years.

[scoffs]

We don't even sleep in
the same room anymore.

It's a friendship. It's a partnership.

We run a holiday together.

Liz...

that's all it is.

I want you, Liz.

Santa, we can't.

We can't.

But if we could...

what would it be like?

[bluesy music]

First, I'd caress your sugarplums

with my fingertips

over your blouse.

Just a taste of what's to come.

And then I'd peel off your clothes

and I'd pour cold, cold milk

all over your hot, hot body.

[glass clinks] [bluesy music stops]

[bluesy music resumes]

Then I would order you

to untoggle my suit with your teeth

while I tickle your anus
with the ball of my cap.

I'd tell you to get on top,

and you'd ride me like a sleigh...

♪ ♪

My hot balls pressed against your thigh.

They're so full of jelly.

That's enough.

Take me upstairs.

[upbeat jazz music]

♪ ♪

[humming]

I got something going out.

[end chords]

- I hear you, but Jeffrey...
- Hey, Jimmy.

Do you want to be right
or do you want to win?

All right, then we're
going to do it my way.

- Ah.
- Hey, Liz.

A group of us are headed to O'Donnell's

if you want to grab a beer.

My treat.

I'm sorry, I've got plans.

Working late again?

Actually, I'm meeting up with my boyfriend.

Oh.

Okay.

Have fun.

Okay...

- Ah!
- Oh...

♪ Ride on ♪
♪ Ride on, Santa ♪

♪ Won't you ride on down ♪

♪ Ride on ♪
♪ Ride on, Santa ♪

♪ Won't you ride on down ♪

♪ With your big bag
by your side ♪

Wowee.

Oh, my God.

To all a good night.

Ah.

You know, out of, like, a 4.1.

Oh, you mean above the most...

Yeah, above the most you that can get.

But the university wouldn't let them.

[chuckles]

Elizabeth?

Is that you?

Oh, my God. Hi, Mom.

Hi, hi. Whatty whoa?

- Oh.
- What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, am I not allowed
to come into the city?

- Uh, you are allowed.
- Who's your friend?

Sorry, hi. This is Santa.

- Hello.
- Santa, this is my mother.

We're working on this crazy case.

Must be quite the case.

Oh, I'm so sorry, listen,
I have to take this.

Mrs. Greenberg, it was
such a pleasure to meet you.

Liz, I'm going to call you this week,

and we're going to touch
base about that case.

Ab... solutely.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Liz.
- Yeah.

- That man is married.
- Look, Mom,

they're not even sleeping
in the same room anymore.

Oh, honey.

Do you know that all men
tell their mistresses that?

Stop, Mom... I'm not in the
mood for a lecture right now.

I know about these things,
Liz... they do not end well.

Mom, just shut up, okay?

I'm not a child, and you don't
know anything about it anyway.

[ominous music]

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit.

[footsteps approach]

I'm sorry, do we have an appointment?

I don't need an appointment.

I'm his wife.

Oh, I see.

You know, for a lawyer,

you... are not... very smart.

You know, it's illegal to
open someone else's mail.

Mmm. It was sent to my house.

Hey, Liz, do you have the...

Look, I know you probably think

that you and Santa have something special,

but let me set the record
straight... you don't.

If I were you, I would save
what dignity I have left

and end it now.

This seems like a conversation

you should be having with your husband.

I'm just trying to help
you, woman to woman.

The only thing you're trying
to do is get me out of the way,

because I think you know
deep down that Santa loves me.

That's a nice lie for you to tell yourself.

I suppose that's how you
justify behaving like a whore.

Well, you're wrong about us.

Really? Prove it.

You all right?

Mm-hmm.

You know, clear my schedule.

I've got work to do.

[jazz piano "We Three Kings"]

♪ ♪

[crash]

Hey, honey, listen.

I'm so sorry just to
pop in on you like this,

but I wanted to tell
you this face-to-face.

- Mmm?
- Vicki knows about us.

I know. She came to my office.

[whispers] Shit.

She didn't make it seem
like such a... dead marriage.

Liz, honey.

This time together,

it's been the most
incredible time of my life,

but I've been talking with my wife,

and I think it's time that you and I

were honest with each other
about what this really is.

Wait, before you go any further,

- I have something for you.
- No, Liz, honey,

please don't make this more
difficult than it needs to be.

Let's just...

Please, just open it.

[sighs]

Oh, you didn't.

[bright, playful orchestral music]

♪ ♪

This could be us every night.

Every night?

Oh, okay, Liz.

Just like we talked about, okay?

Do you love me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just send the train, Liz.

Send the train.

Tell me you'll leave her and
I'll give you anything you want.

I'll leave her. Just... send the train.

I love you. I'll leave her.

I love you. I'll leave her.

I love you.

[squishing] [candy cane cracks]

Aaah! [train whistle]

I can't believe I'm walking
down the street with you

in the middle of the day.

I can't believe I'm out with
the prettiest girl in the city.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Hey, what's up?

How's it going?

Hi.

[camera shutters click]

[ominous notes]

Just ignore it.

[utensils scraping]

How is it?

It's okay.

You know, Vicki used to put, like,

a little bit of chili in the oil.

Kind of gave it a little bit more flavor.

Ah, look, forget about it.

Did you look for a job today?

Yeah, I mean, there's nothing.

Really, nothing?

Liz, honey, I-I used to run
Christmas, for Christ sakes.

I mean... what, am I
supposed to now go and...

clean bathrooms at Starbucks?

No one's suggesting that
you work at Starbucks.

Honey.

Honey, you're gulping.

Oh, that... I'm sorry that offends you.

[scraping fork]

[groans]

[solemn music]

Ah...

Ah. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's just not, uh,

it's just not working.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[nickers]

[nickers]

♪ ♪

May I help you?

Uh...

I think you've got the wrong holiday.

Tricks are for Halloween.

This... is her?

I thought you said she was skinny.

I'm so sorry, Vicki.

I made a huge mistake, and
you are correct to hate me.

You better tell me what you came to say

before I lose my patience with you.

It's Santa.

He's not jolly anymore.

I found his toy sack last night,

and it was just filled with empty bottles.

Well, I guess that's your
problem now, isn't it?

He's not the same man without you.

She's not the same, either.

Okay, Janice, that's enough.

She used to walk around the shop caroling

and spreading cheer,

but now she's so on edge.

Buttercup short wrapped a present,

and she told him he was worthless.

Janice, shut your mouth.

No, you need to hear this.

You and Santa have always
been better together

than you are apart.

- You need each other.
- No, no, no.

I do not need that lying,
cheating son of a bitch.

I can do Christmas all by myself.

Of course you can do
Christmas alone, Vicki.

The question is, do you want to?

You can lie to me all you want.

You can lie to this bitch all you want,

but you can't lie to yourself.

You love Santa.

He humiliated me.

How am I supposed to
take him back after that?

You guys can get through
it if you work together.

I know you can.

How?

I heard somewhere that you're a fighter.

[uplifting music]




She certainly doesn't keep house, does she?

Vicki.

I can't believe you're actually here.

[tearfully] I'm so sorry, baby.

I'm so sorry about everything.

I'm sorry to you too, Liz.

Please take me... take me back.

[crying drunkenly]

I'll change.

Oh, God, I promise.

What do you... What do you say?

I say you look like shit.

Microwave burritos?

What, is she trying to kill you?

Damn, you're a fat [bleep].

But...

you're my fat [bleep].

[sobs]

[ragged sobs]

- I love you, Santa.
- [murmuring, crying]

Oh, Santa, oh.

Let's get you home and
get a good meal into you.

God, I missed you.

I missed you so much.

Tell it to the elves.

Let me grab all my shit. [laughing]

Is Rudolph here?

Mm-hmm. He's here.

[overlapping chatter]

Santa and Mrs. Claus's
vow renewal ceremony

was said to be the
event of the season.

Guests included Anna Wintour,
the Kardashian Wests,

and over 300 elves.

They dined on a meal
of sugarplums, licorice,

and gingerbread houses.

Vicki Claus looked
stunning as usual,

and sources say Santa could
not keep his eyes or hands

off his beautiful bride.

[choir hums "Silent Night"]

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