Tales of the City (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Not Today, Satan - full transcript

Oh!

Hm.

Step right up, friends.

One-of-a-kind Americana.

Conversation starters.

Dreams and visions.

Hi, Mouse.

Jesus.

Babycakes,
what the hell are you doing here?

Well...

I spent the night.



Oh!

At Shawna's?

Mm.

Oof.

Okay. I need three aspirin, a shower,
and for that to stop.

What, you don't love the sweet sound
of millennials in the morning?

Not as much as you do, dear.

Oof.

Conveniently, I can't hear you.
I'll see you down there.

And congrats.

Welcome! Welcome!

Get your old-school, used,
gay Speedos right here.

- Mm-mm.
- Oh, boy.

Good fucking morning. Wow.



I mean, she does have a point.
This is just...

pervy.

For you, 20 bucks,
but only because you're cute.

- God.
- Oh, my God.

How much do you think she'd let me buy
that air horn off her for?

I already asked her.
She said it's priceless.

That's great.

Hey, home slice.

Could I interest you in a jar
of perfectly aged placenta?

Hey, can you stand next to my sister?
I'm gonna do a Boomerang.

Oh, uh...

- I'm sorry, I...
- Hashtagging this...

- "#placentavibes"?
- That's genius.

Uh...

I just... I just wanted some mason jars.

Priceless paraphernalia
or germ-infested junk?

Choose your adventure!

Vintage. Nostalgic.

- Antiques.
- Watch it, sister.

Sorry. Pre-internet.

Everything must go!

Is... Is that my caftan?

Hey, Anna banana,
welcome to the spectacle.

I'm thinking of this
as a deconstructed yard sale, you know?

No! I do not know!

And you cannot sell a person's property
without their permission.

Well, you gave this to me.

Last year, remember?
I wore it for Halloween, and...

you said it was tutti-frutti...

It was a gift!

But apparently, that was
more meaningful to me...

than to you... Jennifer.

And, Michael...

that's my good lamp.

It has tremendous sentimental value.

It does?

I've had it in my apartment for 20 years.
I forgot it wasn't mine.

And yet here you are, selling it.

Oh...

I'll handle this.

Anna? Come with me.

Someone once described anger

as the bit of the iceberg
that sits above the water.

It's the most obvious part, of course.

But it's never the whole story.

Are you kidding me with that?
Up top to the right.

- Relax. How am I supposed to remember?
- Because you spent 19 years here?

Well, I don't actually live here anymore.

- Mommy says you moved back.
- I said he was at home.

Temporarily. You're always here.

I think you mean
I'm always doing dishes here.

Ai, ai, ai!

¡Silencio! ¡Mi cabeza!

Sorry, Mamá.

"Sorry, Mamá."

What was that Bible verse
from this morning?

"Anyone who loves God must also love
their brother and sister"?

Ugh. Good. Another sermon. You know
I was praying for a second one,

because that first one
just wasn't long enough.

Well, the priest'll be happy to know
that you really grasped

that "how to be a martyr" part
of Catholic education.

Stop it!
Go watch the soccer game with your dad.

We're almost done.

I can stay.

Doing dishes
isn't for you anymore, papá. Go.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, shit. What time is it?

It's almost 11.

Damn. You keep me up late.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

What's all this?

Nothin'.

Just a little Sunday brunch
prepared by Chef Hawkins.

You know, you could be my sous-chef.

That's a joke. That is a sexy joke.

Yeah. I got that. Mm-hmm.

Come on. Sit down.
There's fruit salad, there's coffee.

I even got some of that pea milk
you like.

Oh, wow, you just, like,

went ahead and did the damn thing.

What?

- You don't like it.
- No, it's great. It's just that, um...

- What?
- I have yoga at 11:30.

And I'm not really into breakfast.

You do know breakfast is the most
important meal of the day, don't you?

Look, I...
I got up early and, uh...

- Brian.
- What?

Let's not make this complicated, okay?

I'm not making anything complicated.
I'm trying to do something nice.

Very sweet. Gotta go. Bye.

What is he doing?

No crying.

It's only halftime.

- It's allergies.
- Hey, Dr. Rodriguez.

Can you help Stewart grow a pair?

Don't be stupid. You can't grow a pair.

- I'm not a doctor.
- I call you doctor out of respect.

- Because nurses don't deserve respect?
- Ooh...

Hey, who needs another beer?

Jake does.

I'm good, thanks.

Come on, lighten up.
Have a beer with us, nurse.

I don't really drink.

What, you want a wine cooler instead,

a raspberry or some shit?

Hey! Lay off.

I gotta go easy on him just because he's...

Because I'm what?

All I'm saying is, you hang with the boys,
you gotta be able to take some shit.

Just ask crybaby Stu over there.

Maybe you've have one too many, Mando.

When did you all get
so goddamn sensitive, huh?

You'd better hurry up
and have that son of yours.

Maybe he'll be a real man.

You're a real man.

- I'm sorry for...
- No, no, no.

You don't have to be sorry for anything.

What the hell?

Anna?

Are you okay?

Come on, old lady, just...

Just tell me you're all right.

She's fine, dear,
just a little overstimulated.

Okay, but, uh... I'd like to talk to her
myself, if that's okay with you.

Perhaps consider returning in a half hour?

Perhaps consider moving out of the way?

Ah, ah.

You need to let her be.

Hey, buddy.
Ready to go look at this place?

Yeah.

Wish me luck.

- Uh-huh.
- See you later.

Don't worry, I'll make sure
I get a good price for your Speedos.

- Can I talk to you for a second?
- Yeah.

What is Sam's angle, anyway?

Mustard?

Um...

- Ye... Yes.
- Like, I don't care how old he is.

He blocked me.

Like, he blocked me from getting in.

I mean, that's just some straight-up
creepy shit, right?

Diagonal or halvesies?

Um, whichever.

What was all that about the caftan
and the lamp?

I mean, it's like she's had
a personality transplant.

You know what?

She's been acting really weird
since Sam showed up.

I mean, do you think it's one
of those horrible elder abuse situations?

And, you know, they never found the Zodiac
Killer, if you know what I'm saying.

Delicious.

Thanks.

You know, you're actually
a really good listener.

Watch the stone to the right.

Shawna?

Look.

It's always been a bit...

Why is she all dressed up?
Why does she have her purse?

We... We have to follow them.

- Yes. Yes!
- Yes! Yes!

- Okay.
- Yes.

Oh, shit. Sam probably has his car.
Do you have a rental?

No.

Okay, I'll get us a Homobile.

Well, shouldn't we just order an Uber?

I'm not a monster.

What's a Homobile?

It's like a queer ride share.

You know, to ensure the passenger
has a safe and accepting driver.

Oh, would they be okay
with a straight, middle-aged woman?

Shit, that's a good point.

Just act gay. Like, walk like me.

Kidding.

Ha, ha.

Hi. Hi. Follow that car.

Oh, looky here.

She's bedraggled and bossy.

Excuse me?

Do you beauties mind
if we make a small detour?

Hey, Body Politic.

It's the PYT with the heavy pour.

My best nights and worst hangovers
are because of you.

Ah, I'm sorry,
did you just call me bedraggled?

Look, drinks on the house
next time you guys come.

- Who says no to that?
- Let's go.

- Where to?
- That's your cue.

What?

Oh, oh.

Follow that car.

And here we have our communal
kitchen-slash-laundry room.

Why don't you just move in with Ben?

It's too soon.

Hey, Lola. Remember,
foosball tournament tonight.

Plus, he's way too OCD.

Once I accidentally used
the bathroom sponge to clean the kitchen.

He acted like I murdered someone.

Even to me, that's kind of gross.

This artist just had an installation
at the Ace Hotel.

Cool.

Is this... Is this a dorm, though?

It's not a dorm.
It's an intentional living community.

Oh. Sorry.

So, uh...

Wren slept over last night.

Really?

Are you guys, like, a... a thing now?

I have no idea.

I made breakfast this morning,
and get this, she's like,

"I don't eat breakfast,"

then she got completely weird and ran out.

Maybe she just doesn't like breakfast?

Who doesn't like breakfast?

You know, once I... I got Ben
surprise tickets to see Robyn,

because he loves her.

Turns out, he hates concerts.

I was like, who hates live music?

Here at Mission Communal, we like to think
of home as sharing lives, not just space.

Are these... communal restrooms?

They are.

We find that most of our residents
adjust quickly to the arrangement, though.

Right, Lynn?

Yeah. I love sharing a bathroom
with 15 other people.

I really can't wait to tell everyone

at my ten-year high-school reunion
next weekend.

This is truly an intergenerational
community.

We believe that there is no age limit
to starting over.

Then he blocked the door
with his foot.

It was super ominous,
especially because he's British.

That's some colonizer shit.

Mm-mm. Not today, Satan.

Satan's blinker's been on for miles.

Damn it!

Guess that's our turn.

Maybe we should have brought some...

uh, disguises or something?
- We're fine.

I don't know, maybe we're fine?

If I put my hair up?
Do you think that'd...

- You'd look identical.
- Put my hair...

I'll get this one.

All right, come here, bitch.

I'm gonna make you look sickening.

Uh... Oh! Oh.

Thank you?

This place is unbelievable.

I guess you can still find a gem
in this crazy town.

Just need to know where to look.

But on the other hand, if I lived
at Ben's, I can bike to work.

I'd get my cardio in,
and it's stupid to pay two rents, right?

I just can't believe I told Wren breakfast
is the most important meal of the day.

I don't know, maybe it's a bad idea.

Besides, you know what's a boner killer?

Arguments about the goddamn socks
on the floor,

the best way to put the duvet back on.

- I must have seemed so...
- He's just so anal, and not in a good way.

Here we are.

So how many people share this?

Oh, I have an en suite,
so this... this is all yours.

Really?

- My own bathroom, wow.
- Mm.

Well, I'm... I'm definitely interested.

- Oh, I was worried I overpriced it.
- No, this is perfect.

Good, good. I sort of thought
it was a joke when I heard about it.

Uh, no offense, I've just never actually
rented a bathtub before.

But it's yours if you want it.

Just remember, ladies, that shit's
on loan. We got a show tonight.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

What, is... is Sam just a...

old person bounty hunter?

What? No.

Just, this... This isn't adding up.

Mary Ann, it's a queer nursing home.

She's just fucking old,
looking for a place to live.

No, wait a minute.

Why would Anna be sneaking around
if that's all this was?

- It's not like her to keep a secret.
- It's exactly like her to keep a secret.

God, this is so fucking stupid.

We need to get out of here right now.

Excuse me.

- Ah, ah... You may have a point.
- Oh, my God, we're such fucking idiots.

Excuse me!

Welcome. Come, come.

Let's get you all signed up
for the three p.m. tour.

Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry,
my parents, they live in Ohio, actually.

How nice. They are going to love
visiting you here.

We have a family meal every weekend
at five, and lots of activities.

You're over 55, correct?

Working?

Birth plan.

On a scale of one to asshole,
how drunk is Uncle Mando?

A solid asshole and a half.

Sounds about right.

So...

you wanna talk about Margot?

Good effort.

Definitely not.

You know, I never really liked her.

You never really like anyone.

Can we just change the subject, please?

Tell me about your birth plan.

You gonna give me shit
about my home birth like everyone else?

I mean, it's fucking San Francisco.

My coworker, Marisa, just gave birth
in a fish tank full of koi.

So this is pretty reasonable
by comparison.

Give me the benefit of the doubt, okay?

Okay, well, uh...

We have a doula.

And they delivered
the birthing tub last week.

And for pain?

Hot compress, cool cloths, and meditation.

I've been practicing.

And I want to be sure
that someone's always holding him.

You know, I... I've read
that it can really fuck a kid up

if he doesn't get enough
skin-to-skin contact, you know?

Yeah, that's smart.

In school we had a whole section
about secure attachment,

and the advantages of skin-to-skin
for infants.

And if there are any complications?

If there are any what now?

Last week, they brought this woman in
who almost died

because she refused to accept
that she needed an emergency Caesarean.

- Cool thing to tell me right now, Jake.
- I'm just saying.

- I just wanna make sure you're prepared.
- Are you done?

You should be informed
of all the risks.

Listen, if you wanna mansplain to me
how labor works,

- you can get in line.
- Mansplain? Really?

Fuck off, Linda.

You fuck off, Jake!

Ugh.

I know it's hard to believe,
but I'm still me. I just look different.

Maybe if if you listened
to people who love you,

you would realize that you're
actually not the same person.

All right, fine.

We were wrong.

Oh, you think?

But that doesn't mean that
we were wrong about Sam.

Oh, my God. I liked you a lot better
this morning when you were hungover.

No, that whole thing that happened
with Sam earlier is still weird.

Oh, my God!

No, you know what I mean. I know you do.

All those things you were asking earlier.

- What about the Zodiac Killer?
- Please stop talking.

Look, I... I know you're upset,
but you love Anna. She could be in danger.

This has nothing to do with Anna.

This is about your...
compulsive vacuum of need.

You need to be liked.

You need to be important.
You need to be the center of attention.

I mean, Dad was right.
Here you are just Joan-of-Arc-ing it.

He doesn't know me
half as well as he thinks he does.

You know, for a minute there,

I really wanted that to be true.

But he knows you inside and out.
Believe me.

See you later, Mary Ann.

♪ An angel fell to earth ♪

Good afternoon, Doris.

She's a little hard of hearing.
You... you sit here.

♪ That's why you hear me say ♪

- I'll get us checked in.
- ♪ Oh, what a lucky day ♪

♪ The day you came my way ♪

♪ And I found you ♪

Not much to look at, is it?

Oh!

I thought, uh...

- Uh, uh... Sam said...
- No.

I just let him think I can't hear
so he won't talk to me.

Can't stand the man.

Busybody and a show-off.

Always peacocking around

and asking too many damn questions
with that silly accent.

We get it, you're British.
That doesn't make you any less nosy.

Jesus Christ.

Mm-hmm.

You're not dying on me, are you?

- That would shit all over my Sunday.
- No. I'm, uh...

You know, just trying to get my bearings.

I... I've not toured

many of these communities.

Bunch of old gossips
up each other's assholes is more like it.

That sounds like community to me.

Well, it's nothin' to write home about,
that's for sure.

Of course, uh,

it's fine because this is where
they park you to croak

when you don't have anybody
left at home to write to.

♪ How lucky I must be ♪

Food's good, though, if that's your thing.

Some fancy old fag
willed us an endowment or some shit,

and now we all eat like royalty.

My advice?

You look like a nice lady.
Live with your kids.

Unless they hate you.

And stop hanging around with that douche.

Here he comes. Pretend I'm asleep.

Ah. Ready for a private tour?

♪ It's where I belong ♪

♪ When we're apart, it makes me blue ♪

♪ It almost breaks my heart in two ♪

Come along.

♪ It's why I tell myself ♪

♪ How lucky I must be ♪

♪ Lucky, lucky ♪

♪ When I found you ♪

I had a daughter.

Mona.

She...

passed on some years ago.

S... Some days I can barely move.

I miss her so much.

The other days...

well...

you can distract yourself.

Until you can't anymore.

And then you cry.

Oh, my God.

What the hell happened to you?

I'd love to say it was aspirational.

You and Shawna?

We broke up.

Oh, honey.

Well, I'm gonna live in a bathtub.

God!

Well, I always said this place
was too big for just you.

Come here.

Ooh.

Oh, Mouse.

Where are we gonna go?

I have no idea.

Come on.

♪ L'amour à trois ♪

♪ Je sais c’est démodé
Ça fait hippie complet ♪

Hi! Honey!

Oh, I'm so happy to see your face.

I wouldn't leave you hanging
without saying goodbye.

So, tenure, huh?

Aaaah!

I'm so proud of her.

Yeah, you should be.

You know, you can come to New York
any time. Don't be a stranger.

Yeah, I won't.

♪ Ooh! Voilà l’amour à trois ♪

Um... Can you excuse me for a sec?

Yeah, but don't you disappear on us,
Hawkins.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ J'aime l’amour à trois ♪

Hey.

Hey.

♪ J'aime l’amour à trois ♪

Why are you always hiding?

♪ Moi ce que j’aime
C’est faire l’amour

♪ Spécialement à trois ♪

So, are you documenting the end
of self-serious academic spaces, too?

Twins promised me
this was my kind of crowd.

It's pervasive. I mean,
think about grammatical gender, right?

The French, the Spanish, the Russians?

Which, now that I'm here,
kind of hurts my feelings.

That's Russian, right? Bon voyage?

Well, no.

That kind of night, huh?

Yep.

♪ L’amour à trois ♪

Talked to my mom today,

who was a total nightmare narcissist,
as usual.

I don't know why I ever expect her
to change.

Plus, they're out of cups.

How about you?

Same general idea, actually.

...popular, but I believe in
linguistic determinism.

You can just tag the median period
onto a masculine noun.

It's an elegant solution.

- You wanna get out of here?
- Yeah.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ J'aime l’amour à trois ♪

Oh, my God, I am exhausted.

That workers' comp guy I was telling you
about is getting on my last nerve.

Want some iced tea?

He wanted me to treat
his hemorrhoids today.

I'm just like, "What exactly do you think
a chiropractor does, my friend?"

Damn.

Can't realign crazy, is all I'm saying.

Are we watching the game tonight?

Because I saw the Pirates play last night,
and they were so good, I got so nervous.

- I'm like, "How're they gonna do this?"
- Hey, hey.

I'm sorry about earlier.

Don't worry about it.

- No, we just got off on the wrong foot.
- No, really, forget it.

What is up with you?

What's up with me?

- Yeah.
- What do you mean?

This morning you ran out of here
like the place was on fire,

now you're here
as though nothing happened.

Oh. Okay. Well,
I have a really easy explanation for that,

because as far as I'm concerned,
nothing happened.

No one asked you to buy me pea milk.

Most women would kill for this.
You know that, right?

Excuse me? Kill for what?

For some dude who gets all pissy

when the woman he's fucking
doesn't stop her world for him?

- No.
- Come on, honey.

- No.
- You sure?

- Someone who is appreciative.
- Mm.

Someone who gives a shit
about their day and their feelings.

- Okay.
- Someone who is dependable.

- Okay. I see.
- You see what?

You're not talking to me.
You're talking to her.

This Mary Ann nonsense
has got you all fucked up.

No, I'm fine.

And this clearly has been
a miscalculation on my part.

A miscalculation?

Sweetie, you have
some real shit to deal with,

and I like you too much to make this
the disaster I know it's gonna be.

Bye, boo.

So you really just...

don't talk to your mother?

Nope.

Well, I didn't for a year,

until today.

And now I don't again.

Sounds kind of nice.

They're capitalist assholes from Marin

who think I'm a royal fuck-up.

And that's basically every conversation
we've had since I was 15.

Sometimes I look at my mom
and I literally...

can't believe she gave birth to me
with that giant stick up her ass.

Same.

Like today when I was with...

Mary Ann, I was like...

"Wow.

I missed you before I ever met you,
and now that I know you...

all you do is disappoint me."

Anyway...

When I was, like, six,

my mom took me to this super...

creepy shopping mall in El Cerrito.

And she told me
that if I didn't change my attitude,

she was gonna take me inside
and leave me

at this special store

where you can trade in your broken kid
for a better one.

And I really thought that store existed
for, like, years.

Christ.

Yeah, I guess it's super fucked up...

Now that I'm saying it out loud.

I just assumed that...

knowing my mom would take away
this emptiness.

But whenever I look at her...

all I see is that...

I wasn't enough to keep her here.

I wasn't worth it.

I just feel like
no matter how old I get, I'll...

always be that kid whose mom left.

- Which is probably dumb, right?
- No.

I get it.

It's really fucking sad.

But I... wish I had a Michael...

and an Anna...

and all those Barbary Lane kids.

I wish I had a dad
who was obsessed with me, and a...

a whole neighborhood watching over me.

I've never really felt a part of anything.

I don't make friends easily.

And no one cares where I am right now,
or if I come home tonight.

I'm always an outsider and so...

I see everything.

And it's obvious to me that you're
the center of this little universe.

- Look, you're not...
- Shut up.

Hey. Hey.

Look at me.

Slow down.

Babe, there is a surprising amount
of closet space.

And counter space.

With all this space,
I could keep some T-shirts here.

This fridge is huge.

Feels good here, doesn't it?

It really does.

Let's check out the deck upstairs.

Okay.

Anyway, I gave it my 24-hour rule,

and I'm not so sure
about this whole thing with Sam.

So, Sam's con is to trick Anna
into moving to a senior living center?

No, no, no... No!

He... He's clearly... He's isolating her.
It's classic conman behavior.

Once you cut the mark off
from their family and friends,

then you have control over them.

No, he wants her to move
to the Flamingo Arms,

and then eventually he'll get her
to sign Barbary Lane over to him.

Oh, Mouse, look at this view.

You said it.

Oh, wow.

Wow.

So I guess what I'm really asking is,

do you think I should talk to Shawna
about all this?

No.

Fine.

You know what, I'm gonna google him.

See what I can find.

So this is, what,
maybe an hour from your house?

Yeah, probably.

I just can't get over
how perfect this place is for you.

I mean, it...

It's got a little community.

Yeah!

- And it feels like a little vacation home.
- It really does, yeah.

Of course, I wouldn't complain
if you wanted to stay in San Francisco.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- I'll think about it.
- Okay.

You know what? I'm just... I'm just gonna
call this volunteer center

where Sam supposedly works.

Hello, you've reached
Rainbow Readers.

Please listen closely,
as our menu has recently...

Operator.

- I could get really into podcasts.
- Mm.

I've always wanted to be
a guy who listens to podcasts.

Don't do it.

White people, you start listening
to podcasts like Serial,

next thing you know, you're in your closet
writing true crime theories

and thinking you're Ira Glass.

- Let's try that again.
- It's a slippery slope.

- If you are interested in volunteering...
- Op-er-a-tor.

Please select from the menu options.
If you know who you are trying to reach...

- This traffic is insane.
- Mm.

- Are you trying to reach...
- Liz Tulane.

No! No. Just... Just be quiet.

What happens if I kill her?

That could be the first season
of my true crime podcast.

I want to speak to a real person.

- Are you trying to reach...
- Bill Turpin.

No!

No!

Hello?

Hello! Oh, hello. Hi.

Uh, yeah, hi.
Do you mind if I put you on hold?

- Thank you.
- What? No, wait...

Hello, you've reached
Rainbow Readers.

Please listen closely, as...

I'm gonna have to go there myself.

Mm.

Come on!

Sausalito's too far, right?

Way too far.

I tend to think that you should accept
whatever comes your way,

unless what comes your way took
a wrong turn on its way to someone else.

It's me.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but, um...

I didn't know who else to call.

I need one more favor.

Uh, I need to speak to someone.

In... In private.

What's this regarding?

I'd rather not say.

Please take a seat. Name?

Anna...

Madrigal.

We'll call you in a little while, ma'am.
Make yourselves comfortable.

Thank you.

Sit down over here.

There we go.

I think...

think this was a mistake.

Why? Wh... What do you mean?

I've been here before.

Wait here. I'll find some water.

You all right?

There's, uh...

something...

happening to me.

- Anna?
- We have to leave.

- Right now.
- All right.

Here we go.

You must never mention this
to anyone, please.

Of course.

Of course.

I... I did the math today.

I've lived in this crazy city
longer than I haven't.

I don't wanna have to live
anywhere else,

even across the bridge.

I know.

I've been meaning to talk to you
about something.

- Oh?
- Mm-hmm.

I just want you to know
that I have thought a lot

about asking you to move in with me,

and I love being with you.

Not when I leave my socks on the floor.

Uh...

And I don't make the bed
till after breakfast,

or load the dishwasher the way...

I... I love your weird-ass,
mismatched wool socks.

And may I remind you
that my closet is a disaster.

Uh-huh.

But I am OCD about wiping down the sink.

- I'm all over the place.
- Well, everyone has their stuff.

Exactly.

Which is why none of that will get
in the way of us living together...

someday.

Uh...

Listen...

we've been together for six months.

And I want to be with you for a long time.

Do you remember what you said to me
when I kept murdering my succulents?

Organisms need
optimal conditions to thrive.

I want us to be intentional.

Y-You know, it's important,

and I... I don't want us to make
this big of a decision

because your landlady's
selling her house.

- You know?
- Totally.

You're right.

You good?

Of course.

Cool.

Aah.

Of course I know Sam.

He's wonderful, isn't he?

Well... he's... he's become
very close to Anna,

to... to... to my friend Anna.

Well, I'm so glad
he's a resource for Anna.

Have you ever thought
of issuing identification cards?

Oh, wonderful suggestion.
I'll be sure to make a note of it.

I'm just glad he's back in the saddle.

That poor man.

I thought he was done with us
after Margaret died.

Oh.

Was that his wife?

Oh, Sam's? Oh, no!

Margaret was the last woman he read to.

It hit him hard.

Especially after we lost Rose and Ada
just before that.

Three clients in three months,
all with the same reader.

It was a shock to us all.

But they loved him,
which was a cold comfort to him, I'm sure.

They even put him in their wills.

I've never seen that happen.

Wait, they... they left him money?

It's very unusual.

We never had such a streak of bad luck.

I just got Mom's text. Are you...

Find the fucking playlist!

I got it, I got it.

Stop, she's allergic to lavender.

I don't know where to find...
I can't find...

I see it. You want the one called
"Having a fucking baby," right?

- ♪ Hey! ♪
- Interesting.

- Fuck you!
- ♪ Ho! ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

- ♪ Ho!
- ♪ I've been trying to get it right ♪

- ♪ Hey! ♪
- ♪ I've been livin' a lonely life ♪

- ♪ Ho! ♪
- ♪ I been sleepin' here instead ♪

- Your sister says you're a nurse?
- Getting there.

Thank God.

She just doesn't seem
emotionally prepared for this.

I wouldn't normally recommend a hospital
transfer without an emergency,

but I have serious concerns
about her ability to do this.

No hospital. Not yet.

I know you're trying to help,
but I can get the husband to agree...

Look, I know this is hard.

She's been a pain in the ass
my whole life.

I can't do this.

Yes, you can, yes, you can. Yes, you can.

She's just scared.

- I can't do this.
- ♪ I belong with you ♪

♪ You belong with me ♪

♪ You're my sweetheart ♪

♪ I belong with you ♪

You're so close, okay?
You can do this, mami. You got it.

Each contraction is a hug from your baby.

I can't!

You can. You can.

♪ Ho! ♪

♪ It might have been ♪

- Okay.
- ♪ Ho! ♪

♪ Took a bus to Chinatown ♪

Remember when you did
that spin competition

against that other shitty startup,
and your team won?

♪ Hey! ♪

No, we didn't win.

♪ Ho! ♪

We crushed them.

♪ I belong with you ♪

♪ You belong with me ♪

- ♪ You're my sweetheart ♪
- Beast mode.

- You are strong as fuck.
- ♪ I belong with you ♪

- ♪ You belong with me ♪
- I'm strong as fuck.

- You're strong as fuck.
- You're strong as fuck.

- I'm strong as fuck.
- You're strong as fuck.

You're strong. You're so fucking...

You still wanna meditate through the pain?

I do not, you little asshole.

- ♪ Ho ♪
- Let's have this baby.

♪ We're bleedin' out ♪

♪ I belong with you ♪

♪ You belong with me ♪

♪ You're my sweet ♪

♪ Ho! ♪

Shawna?

Shawna!

Shawna!

I'm down here.

Down where?

- Three women?
- In three months.

- Do you know where she is?
- No, I... I've been waiting here for hours.

Fuck, what do we do?

- Oh, my God!
- Holy shit.

- She's in the hospital.
- She's in the hospital.

We have to go.

Dr. Court to the ER, stat.
Dr. Court to the ER, stat.