You Me Her (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Cat in the Box - full transcript

It's "Dudes and Chicks Night" in Hawthorne Heights. While the women introduce Molly to their wine hang, bar-hoppers Dave, Gabe and Jack run into Jack's "one who got away."

She wasn't my first girl or my second.

Previously on "You Me Her"...

Listen to me, do not
say the "L" word to him.

- I almost got married when I was 18.
- What happened?

He told me that he should probably go

to this Brown University place.

Honestly, this Lori person
sounds like a real cunt.

She he has threatened to
send out a blanket e-mail

to all of the Hamilton parents.

We're just going to delay the
announcement of your promotion

a couple of weeks.



I'm making a silent vow to
never ever end up like you.

Oh, dear God. I made that.

Jack. This just got weird.

So, whatever happened

to that skinny, Nordic-looking chick

you start dating immediately... after...

After you dumped me? I married her.

Ruby. Sure. I'll be right there.

I was never here.

Okay, don't leave my tab open.

I left his tab open.

My man.

How would you feel about helping kids

- get to the other side of 21?
- Like a wellness center.



She didn't seem like an ex.

She seemed like the ex.

It feels fragile. The three of us.

You guys have been
third-wheeling the shit out of me!

You've decided that I'm
not fluid, I'm a lesbian?

Okay, well, fuck you for
making massive life decisions

completely on your own
that affect both of us.

Well then, fuck you both

for chasing me down half-cocked,
you matching set of dumbshits!

Ok, what are we supposed
to do about the elephant?

You know, we may have
slapped a coat of paint on it

so it'd blend in with the
walls, but I can still see it.

You know why? 'Cause it's
a big painted elephant

standing in our fucking bedroom.

So, this elephant in
the room, what does it...

- well, what does it represent?
- Imbalance.

It represents imbalance. I know that.

He has this absurd notion
we're third-wheeling him.

That he's our penis bridge

to a more traditional
lesbian relationship.

I don't know, I mean,

imagine I had a phase in my
life where I was just like...

you know, swimming in dicks.

That's something I would
probably tell my wife about,

okay? But not her.

Apparently, three of her
past five relationships

have been with women.

I didn't know about it.
Might have been nice to

- drop me a hint.
- Mm-hmm.

So, Jack has now officially
proclaimed me a homosexual.

Okay. This whole thing started

when Ding and Dong here raced
to the airport to stop me

from going home to Colorado but just

forgot to discuss what they'd
do when they got me back.

And don't even get me started

- on the pumpkin spice fucking candles.
- What?

I thought you liked those.

- What's wrong with them?
- You don't like the candles or the...

- the pumpkin spice flavor?
- They're very seasonal.

- We love them.
- So...

so would you say that perhaps the can...

The candles are a metaphor?

Yes, for our, uh...

our conventional
30-to-40-something suburban life?

- Is that it?
- I don't know.

Maybe, or they may just be gross.

'Cause honestly, once
you get it into your head,

once you make the connection,
you can't stop thinking

that they smell like human feces, so...

_

Morning.

Hey, 'sup?

Uh, I was... I was just
gonna have some cereal.

You know just like...
you know, reg cereal. Um,

it's not a big deal. Do you want some?

Whatever, I don't care.

You're busy, so... bye.

- Uh, and I'll see you later.
- What, uh...

- just see what's behind door number 1.
- Whoa.

Uh, that was a weird thing to say.

Is that a game-show reference?

I don't really get it 'cause I'm not 60.

You need to stop that.

Stop what?

That whole, "I see you, Nina
Martone" thing. I get it,

fellow doctoral candidate.

We can read each other's shit.

You sure about that?

What's my shit?

Uh, pretending that
you don't have any shit,

- which means you're super fucked up.
- Wow.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Parents are happily married.

Great family.

Still got to Blazers games with my Pops.

Pops? Oh, God.

It's even worse than I thought. It's...

you're just... you're chronically happy,

which means you're unacceptably dull.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, sorry.

That didn't seem to be
your diagnosis last night.

- Mm?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm not running away
to Brown University.

Izzy tell you that?

Um...

Oh, my God.

You're still hanging out with Izzy.

You guys are still fucking.
I really am rebound girl.

No, Nina.

No, not at all. Look,

we ran into each other on campus.

We had a cup of coffee
so that I could download

the Nina Martone user's manual.

And then she threatened to
wear my balls as earrings

- if I ever hurt you.
- That's even worse than fucking her.

No, it's not.

Okay. Hyperbolic...

obviously not worse than
fucking her, but I...

Why would she tell you that? She's
the only person in the entire world...

Well, maybe because

I told her I'm falling for you.

Nina.

I have to get to class.

Hey, babe! Nina!

You're still in your jams.

And you didn't take your
purse or anything else.

I didn't really have to get to class.

No shit. Seriously?

I kind of panicked there for a second.

No shit.

It's, uh... it's kind of like
a lumberjack type of thing.

I guess we could microwave and share it.

I would like that.

I feel like I'm on the outside

of this mundane suburban
ritual looking in.

You know?

What do you think that means?

It means we're taking out the trash.

Therapy has its perils.

Hey.

- Hey.
- About time.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Hi.

Glad you can still walk.

Thank you.

So girls can't drink beer?

Is that how it works around here?

Yeah, we have a strict,
uh, no beer for girls policy

here in the land where time stood still.

No cursing either.

You sure you want to live in
this backwards fucking hellhole?

Is it second Friday already?

Oh, it's guys' night.

So there's a guys' night
but not a girls' night.

- Um, actually, there is... tonight.
- Oh.

Can you, uh, like, possibly dial down

the righteous indignation to like a 9?

Sorry. Apparently,
therapy makes me salty.

Oh, boy.

- What?
- No, you just...

Therapy?

Freak train's already
running off the rails?

- Really gonna miss you, Izzy.
- Guys, come on.

It's just a check-up.
You know, proactive

relationship maintenance.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We'll talk about it tonight.

Yeah, we will.

Oh, right, yeah. That's awesome.

And hope you like Chardonnay.

I've actually never had it

'cause I'm not a desperate
housewife of anywhere.

But I'm gonna invite my friend Nina

because I live here now.

Across the street.

Okay. Glad that all got worked out.

- See you in 10 minutes?
- Yeah, definitely.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, no, totally.

- We can just...
- Em? Carm?

Do you have a sec?

Oh, sh... should I go sit on the curb

- while the adults talk or... ?
- No, no, you too.

Whatever your real name is.

Okay, make it quick 'cause I'm
having some kind of allergic reaction.

Yeah, like, uh, like
your skin's crawling?

I see you're not gonna
make this easy for me.

Well, let's see, Lori. Because of you,

I got kicked off of the theater project

built on my blood, sweat, and tears,

and now I hate going to work. But, uh,

yeah, sure.

Let's make this easy for you.

I wanted to apologize.

I was hoping that we could
start over and be friends?

Like, maybe I could come
over for whatever it is

- you guys do every second Friday.
- Yeah, no.

Yeah, we're at capacity.
Like, maximum occupancy.

Yeah, it's like a fire safety thing.

Sorry.

I had an epiphany. I'm an asshole.

Always last to know.

My mother was an asshole,
her mother before her,

and now my daughter
is becoming an asshole.

Ava?

Come on. She came out
of the box that way.

So to speak.

No, she was my angel.

I'm hoping to break the asshole
cycle before it's too late.

Sure.

Really?

See ya later.

- Oh, God, where is it?
- What?

The pumpkin spice candle. Ugh.

I only lit one of them.

Wait... them? Why?

- What's this?
- Hey.

A number in the middle
of a piece of paper?

- It's a salary.
- Like every year?

Yeah, every year.

Wow.

Private jet. Five-star hotel.

- Wait, so this is about a job?
- Mm-hmm.

- Em.
- Yeah.

Yeah, coolest firm in
Seattle. Their, um...

their senior partner
is 60-something, so...

- so they have been insinuating...
- They've been insinuating... wait

Sorry. Um,

how long has this been going on?

I mean, it's just a
discussion. It's not...

it's not like I'm actually gonna go.

You don't... you don't
take the company jet

and stay in a hotel like this

if you're gonna say no. You know?

Massive "fuck you" that gets
around really fast, so...

So you're not even
considering it like at all?

Even with your promotion on hold?

Okay.

It's really awesome.

So, me, you,

Carmen, Lori, Nina,

shit ton of Chardonnay...
this could get weird.

I recommend you curb your enthusiasm.

Hmm.

What's wrong?

Clomid time.

- Whoa, you're still doing all that?
- Yep.

And I got to lay off
the booze and the weed.

- You must really want a kid.
- I must.

What about you?

Or are you too young to even

think about that yet?

Uh...

Honestly, I've... I've dreamt
about it since I can remember.

Only child of a broken family goes

real hard in one of
two directions, so...

Um...

- When you and Jack get pregnant...
- If.

- lf we get pregnant.
- Okay, if you get pregnant,

what does that make me?

How is that misogynistic?

I mean, it sounds like a compliment,

but it's really just
like saying "fairer sex."

Exactly, it's... it's like
a thinly veiled prescription.

You stay pretty and
keep your shit together

so I don't have to.

- Yeah, exactly.
- Right?

Does it hurt?

- Don't answer. Don't say it. Don't answer.
- Does what hurt?

You know, you two getting your
heads so far up each other's asses.

- Oh, come on.
- Jack!

- What are you even talking about?
- No, I'm telling you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

This is, um...

- Ashton.
- Ashton.

- What's up?
- My date from Tinder...

in a land where he's still my age.

Probably should update.

Haven't changed much, though.

- That's a nice piece, man.
- Thanks. 20K.

- But who checks price tags?
- I'll tell you who, it's poor people.

Gotta get the newest one, out next year.

Got to pace it up, babe.
Reservation's five minutes ago.

Boys.

Okay.

You still want the
wellness thing to happen,

you will call me in five
minutes and get me out.

Ashton. Hmm.

What are these looks for?
Don't give me that look.

She's just an old friend.

Oh, so you're saying that wasn't Ruby,

the chick who dumped you
right before you met Emma?

Holy shit. Are you
bringing that one in, too?

She interviewed me for
the professor position.

- That's all.
- Oh, no shit.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Now we're thinking about starting
a wellness center at Griffin.

That's perfect for you. It's super gay.

So does your current
harem know about this?

- Or is it like a secret?
- Okay, enough.

- I'm just asking.
- You know what? This is...

It's been one hour, and you guys
have already pissed me off, okay?

- What?
- New record.

- Good guys' night.
- Don't lump me in with him.

Jacky!

And that's how it works. Boom...
he's gone like a little bitch.

You're an incredibly
wise man, you know that?

- I know. Thanks, Dave.
- I was being sarcastic.

Yeah, you better run. David!

I love my Pops.

I see more of him now than
I did as a kid, though.

He was always at work.

He sold, uh...

Shit. But, uh...

Whatever... he sold something.

We'll say insurance.

My point is, is that

I was raised in a household of women...

mom and two big sisters...

so I'm very comfortable
on this side of the fence.

- It's still weird, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Don't worry... his penis
isn't gonna puncture

- you're hallowed chick night.
- All that said,

I will not be drinking
Chardo-fuckin'-nay

Won't do it.

Gives a man breasts.

I don't even like Chardonnay.

And yet when I gather
with two or more women,

I reflexively drink it.

I'm starting to think we've
been mass media brain-fucked.

Hey.

What are you making?

Old fashioned...

classic cocktail.

Mind making another?

I would... I would be honored.

You know what? Make that two.

The revolution will not be televised.

No more Chardonnay...
say it with me, people.

That's not gonna happen.

Tastes like flat Fresca, but
I strangely don't hate it.

I have Molly in the car.

- Mm.
- Your dog's in the car?

- Who's Molly?
- Bring her in. We love dogs.

- No. Mnh-mnh.
- Oh.

- Oh, oh.
- Yeah.

- Drugs.
- Drugs.

- Mm-hmm.
- We know lots of dogs

are called Molly, so...

You know, I... I think
I'm gonna probably

stay on this side of my line, but yeah.

And I'll be going home
to two small children

and one presumably wasted husband, so...

But, uh, we're all adults here,

so, yeah, by, uh...

by all means indulge.

- I'm in.
- Let's roll.

And the light beer is you, I assume.

Here he is.

Hey, uh, is my tab still
open from last time?

Yeah. Yeah.

Do you want me to
just put these on that?

- Might as well.
- Cheers.

Listen, uh, while I have you here,

I used your riff the other
day... the one you said to

what's-his-pickle about what's-her-nuts.

And it kind of came across

as a little insensitive
to the autism community.

Yeah, that's not meant for them.

No, I... I didn't use
it on an autistic person.

But I was wondering if you could
kind of clarify how I use it.

Actually, no, I'm sorry.

- Just a flat no, huh?
- Yeah, if you could just maybe

- leave my tab open again, that'd be great.
- Sure.

- Enjoy your flat beer.
- Yeah. Thanks.

Interesting.

What the hell was that about?

- You, Dr. Trakarsky.
- Hey, you.

My liberator, you are a fucking genius.

Did you actually tell
him that you're a surgeon

that specializes in
anal retractions? Because

that was technically my idea.

I gave him that to give to you.

So I'm... I'm the
genius. I'm just saying.

It was my idea, as well.

Dislodging a TV remote as we speak.

You know, a domestic dispute, so...

- Ohh.
- Hey, how you doing?

Remember me? Does this look familiar?

Jack's big brother. How are you?

Uh... a little.

- Yeah. You were big.
- Yeah.

- And loud.
- Yeah, he's so different now.

Thank you.

So, I quit smoking like five
years, six months, and two days ago,

but I have been traumatized.

So I bought a pack, and
I desperately need one.

Chat about the wellness center?

- Sure.
- Yeah?

Sure, yeah. I'm also traumatized
by the company I keep,

- as you can tell.
- Oh.

More specifically, he's traumatized by

- me trying to turn him into a man.
- Bam, yeah.

- Now I remember you.
- Yes.

Now she remembers you.

Do you have any idea

what it's like to be the one at the
sleepover who gets picked up early

because "nothing good
happens after 10:00"?

Can you even fathom how
something like that...

it defines you?

Especially when everyone else's
mom already hates your mom

because she's a
horrible, superior bitch.

How... how that scorn and
the ridicule... it just

makes you spiteful.

This is all exploding in my
head like a giant cycle of

assholishness that is my
responsibility to break

for the sake of my daughter.

I mean, does that make sense?

- I feel like I was rambling. Was I rambling?
- Wow.

That was just...

Shit, man.

I'm sorry, but fuckin' A.

That was so damn beautiful.

Dial it back, Moonbeam.

So deep and real and raw.

Yeah.

Hmm.

It seems like you met Molly,

but you didn't. Right?

Well, thank you. Uh,

but I don't know... are you...

Oh. Molly's amazing.

You would fucking love
Molly. She would...

she would complete you.

So, is Molly a... a motivational speaker

- or cult leader?
- Yes.

Uh, yes, that's exactly
who she is. Um, Molly...

- Morgenstern.
- Very controversial.

- Emma.
- Mm-hmm?

Your skin isn't like butter.

It is butter.

- It... it's not butter.
- Come here.

No, no. Okay. Okay, enough
with the heavy petting. Yeah?

You stay over there for a while.

Chardonnay. This shit is a revelation.

So beautifully complex.

I feel ashamed

about any prejudice that I
brought to this experience.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

- It is good.
- It's good.

Not sure I'm getting quite as
much out of it as you, but...

Lori.

Lori. You're forgiven.

And you are loved.

None of us will ever make
you leave the sleepover.

Ever.

Oh, that was so good, Iz. So poignant.

Poignant.

- Poignant.
- Oh, hey, Lori.

- My babysitter just texted.
- And...

everyone forgives you, so...

Except for me. I'm gonna
need a little more convincing,

so let's finish up at my house, okay?

Wha... no, no. They're being so nice.

- I love you, Lori.
- I love you.

Okay, that's great. Here we go.

- Bring your drink.
- Oh. Okay.

You are loved!

- Yeah.
- So loved.

Thank... thank you for coming.

- You are loved.
- Let me just put my shoes on.

Thanks for coming.

- All right.
- Take my glass?

It's overwhelming.

- Lori Matherfield, can you believe it?
- Yeah.

I... I was conducting a
very important experiment.

Trying to figure out the level of drunk

that it would take to make
a guy like that fuckable.

Okay, well, I only met him briefly,

but I would have to go with, uh,

thoroughly blacked out maybe.

I think my vagina would
scream until I woke up.

Yeah.

All right, I just said
"fuckable" and "vagina"

before we finished a cigarette.

Okay, here we go. Um,

I think we have a really good shot

at this wellness center
idea, Dr. Trakarsky.

- Yeah. Good.
- Boom...

abruptly and awkwardly back to business.

I think your ex is an asshole.

- And an idiot.
- That he is.

Thank you.

What? What are you thinking?

Alternate realities.

Yeah.

Did you know that

there are molecular tests that
suggest that there's, like,

thousands of realities
that are happening at once?

- Right. Cat in the box.
- That's right.

- Right?
- Yeah.

You open the lid, and you're discovering

only one of the many outcomes.

Cat's dead, cat's alive.

Cat has kittens.

Ruby didn't break up with Jack.

Ruby didn't break up with Jack.

It's all so fucking
complicated now, though... Roo.

You have no idea.

Roo... I haven't heard that
in a long time. I like it.

It's nice.

Maybe it's me.

Maybe I'm the one making it complicated.

Maybe it's not them.

Them?

It's a long story.

I need to go home.

Wait, do it again.

It feels so good.

Ho, ho, ho.

It's like you put on mittens.

- So, this is happening.
- Hey, you.

Come in. The water's warm.

- It's so warm.
- Izzy, um... yeah, yeah... Izzy took Molly. I...

and I tried to...

Great, it's awesome. So now

- aphrodisiacs are part of chicks' night?
- That's right.

No more Chardonnay.

- No more Char... No one?
- Jack.

Come on.

Is he mad?

Are you mad?

- How is that fair?
- Just not now.

- What? Not now?
- Just not right now.

Jack, let us...

let us just dry off, and
then we can talk about this.

Listen to me. Like, a minute before

you came in, I just said to
her... didn't I? I just said...

I just finished telling someone
that I was the complication,

that I was to blame.

Someone? What someone?

Ruby.

Fuck this.

Jack!

Fuck!

Okay, we didn't... we
didn't do anything wrong.

He's never left like that before.

Just go to your side of the tub.

The adventure begins.

Want even more You Me Her?

We're together!

Go online to continue the conversation.

What were you doing while you
were hugging the toilet and

- staring at your phone.
- I was checking the calendar.

- Seriously?
- So does this mean you're late?

Why are you hugging me?

Jack left and you said he never leaves.

- He wants a family.
- So does Izzy as it turns out.

And you?

- Hey.
- Hi.