Younger (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - The Good Shepherd - full transcript
Liza is in for a big surprise when she drives up to the farm of the Shepard she met at the farmers market.
- * Gotta move on
* I gotta let you go
- Hmm.
The last time
you baked like this
is when you found out that
David was having an affair.
I feel guilty that
I'm enjoying it this much.
- Oh, don't be.
I need something to focus on
other than Josh
and that magazine article
which I wish
you would stop reading.
- Sorry. I never took him
for the kind of guy
that would let fame
go to his head.
- That's not what happened,
and you know it.
This is my fault.
Josh wanted to mention me
in that story,
and I asked him not to.
I chose staying
in the closet at work
over going public
about our relationship.
- Oh, Honey, don't turn this
into a civil rights struggle.
You're entitled to your privacy
however you like.
- And he's entitled to break up
with me over it, which he did.
So enjoy your pie.
- Mm.
[buzzer]
Are you expecting someone?
Oh, more young creatives.
- Liza, we're here to get you
out of your misery.
- Oh, my God.
Are you baking pie?
- She's in a baking fugue.
It's what she does
when relationships end.
- May I have a slice
of your pain?
- Oh, yeah, help yourself.
- Listen, I know this hurts.
But I totally get
why you ended it.
He just couldn't let go
of his public, hot,
single tattoo artist image.
- Yeah. He let the publicity
go to his head, believe me.
I have seen this happen time
and again, just...
generally not so swiftly.
- Kelsey, congratulations.
I heard the big news.
- Thanks.
It was all a little sudden,
but I'm excited.
- Hmm. She hasn't even
put the ring up on Instagram.
- Oh, it's like
it hasn't even happened yet.
- Exactly.
Listen.
We have a surprise
for you.
- What kind of surprise?
- We got your ass up
on Tinder, Girl.
Come check it out!
- What? No. Don't do that.
I don't Tinder.
- No, no, no, don't worry, okay?
I posted your pic to my account.
Come here.
- Ugh.
- We wanted to show you
all the eligible
non-Josh guys out there.
- Mm-hmm.
- So swipe right
if you like a guy,
left if you don't.
You both swipe right
on each other--it's a match.
- Oh, so it's like
a game show,
and the first prize
is a penis?
- Yeah.
- Yup.
All right.
- Right.
- Right.
both: Right.
- [gasps] Oh, my God.
That's Josh.
- Swipe left.
Swipe left, please.
- What?
- Oh, oh...yeah.
- Oh, no, oh, no.
- I really
did not need to see that.
[ahem]
I am going to go
to the Farmers' Market.
More apples.
- Okay.
Maybe she's more
of a Hinge girl.
[upbeat electronica]
- Have you ever seen so much
Kinfolk crafty crap?
- And I guess
the bonnet is back.
- When did Williamsburg become
actual Colonial Williamsburg?
[phone chimes]
Oh, there's the apples.
Give me the bag.
- Okay.
- I'll see you in a second.
- Okay.
[mellow pop song plays]
*
- Yeah, thank you,
guys.
*
How do you like it?
- Honestly, it's the softest
thing I've ever felt.
- [chuckles]
Where are these from?
Scotland?
- Actually, that wool
is from my own sheep.
- You raise sheep?
- Yeah.
Uh, I have a small flock
on my farm in the Hudson Valley.
- Seriously? How long
have you been doing that?
- About five years, yeah.
Right around the time
people in Brooklyn
began tending beehives
in their fire escapes
and raising chickens
in coops
in the backyards
of their brownstones.
- You used to live here?
- Yeah. Yeah.
I had a vintage denim
and boot business in Greenpoint
and sold it all to buy
a farm and a flock upstate.
- Sounds beautiful.
- Oh, yeah.
I hate leaving the place.
I trek down here maybe once
a month to sell some woolens,
but that's it.
- Well, I think
I need to wrap myself up
in something soft like this
for the next few days.
- They make
the perfect security blanket.
- Ah...
Stella?
- Name of the lamb
the wool came from.
She's a great girl.
- 40.
- Thank you.
Sheila's nice too.
Mmm...
- I'm good with Stella.
- All right.
- Liza, by the way.
- Sebastian.
- It's nice to meet you.
- Hey, why don't you take
a couple of these?
You know, just some information
about taking care of the wool
and musings
about my life on the farm.
- You're a philosopher
shepherd?
- Shepherd philosopher.
- Stella and I
look forward to reading.
[Lake and Levy's "Time Out"]
*
- * Come with me
for a little time out *
* I can show you
what it's all about...*
- I think this is
really good.
It's like a modern day
"Walden."
He writes like
a hipster Thoreau.
- Who, the hot shepherd?
- Yeah.
Read this.
Tell me what you think.
- Okay, but don't judge me.
I mean, I don't know
the difference
between On Walden Pond
or "On Golden Pond."
- It doesn't matter.
Just read it.
- Okay.
- I'm telling you.
There's something there.
He taps into
the whole Kinfolk movement
and the urge for simplicity.
- The last time
someone handed me a pamphlet
with that look in their eye,
it was a Jehovah's Witness
on the subway.
- Oh, just read it first
and then tell me I'm crazy.
- I assume you girls are talking
about Kelsey's engagement?
- Oh, did you see
the ring on Instagram?
- Of course.
You're on my newsfeed.
- Oh.
- Congratulations
on your starter marriage.
Relax, it just my joke.
[mouthing]
No, it's not.
- It's weird--I posted my ring
a couple days ago,
and I haven't gotten
very many likes.
- Well, everyone is so
overwhelmed with social media.
It's why that pamphlet
is so relevant.
- My avocado toast
at brunch got more likes.
- Well, to be fair,
that avocado toast
looked really good.
- [sighs] More about this
later, okay?
Some of the girls are taking
me out for drinks tonight.
Less baking
and more drinking.
both: Hey.
- Hi.
- Where's Kelsey?
- Oh, she's right behind me.
She's having an argument
with the Uber driver
about her rating.
- Liza, sit down.
Come on.
Sit, sit, sit.
- Okay.
- What does Kelsey
think she's doing?
- Excuse me?
- She cannot marry Thad.
Thad's the kind of guy
that you get out of your system
before you meet the right guy.
- Okay.
I am so happy to hear this.
I feel the exact same way.
- I don't think it's real.
All she's done is post
some vague picture of a ring.
- Liza, Kelsey
totally respects you, okay,
and even though, you know,
you're just an assistant,
you know, she really, really
values what you have to say.
- Hi, everyone!
all: Hi.
- Sorry
to keep you guys waiting.
[overlapping chatter]
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, Baby.
I ordered your tequila online.
- Aww. I love you.
- Yes! Drink up.
Liza was just telling us she had
something she wanted to say.
- Oh, okay.
Uh...
We...we were just talking,
and, um...
- And what?
- Just how this engagement
might seem...
I mean, are you sure?
With Millennial
just starting to take off?
I mean what's the rush?
- Is this
what you guys all think?
- No, no!
- Uh...no!
[overlapping comments]
- Thad is amazing.
We are so excited for you.
- Liza...
I know you may have some sour
grapes after your breakup,
but I would really love
for you to support me right now.
- Of course.
- And just so all of you know,
I've changed my relationship
status to "engaged."
This is real.
- To Kelsey's engagement!
- Kelsey's engagement!
- Whoo!
- Kelsey's engagement!
- Whoo-hoo!
[upbeat music]
*
- Okay.
You may be wrong about that,
but you are so right
about this shepherd guy.
God, he can write the shit
out of nothing.
- I just said the wedding
seemed an eentsy bit premature.
- Whatever.
Let's talk about work.
How do we bring
this guy in?
- Well,
he's so far off the grid.
He doesn't even have
an email address.
- Ugh. I hate that that
makes me want him even more,
but it totally does.
Do you know where he lives?
- Well, there's some clues
written in the essays,
but I'd have to drive
up there.
Could you cover for me
with Diana?
- Yes. Because that is
what friends do.
You just called in sick.
- I am really sorry
about butting in.
I...don't know anything,
okay?
I have made so many mistakes
in my personal life.
I have no right
giving anyone advice.
- I know that it's hard
to see your good friends happy
while you are going
through a breakup,
but I just really want you
to be excited for me.
- Kelsey, if you're happy,
I'm happy.
[phone chimes]
- [scoffs]
What?
I changed my relationship status
to "engaged,"
and you haven't accepted me,
so now it looks like
I'm engaged to myself.
- Sorry, babe, I just have
to tie up some loose ends first.
- What do you mean,
"loose ends"?
- You know,
it's just some friends
that deserve to hear
the good news in person.
- Okay.
We're gonna pick a night
and tie up
those loose ends together, okay?
I got to go.
Sebastian: 160 miles
northwest of New York City...
One finds a hamlet
in the extreme west part
of Renssalaerville,
known as Potter's Hollow.
- Beautiful.
- The road veers sharply
past the original
Palmer Bates Blacksmith shop
and into the forked valley
where the pavement
turns to dirt...
and leads to one
of the most bucolic views
to be found in this part
of Western New York State.
[dog barking]
- Oh!
Okay.
[continues barking]
- I guess you missed
the "No Trespassing" sign.
- Sorry.
We met at the Brooklyn Flea,
remember?
Uh, Stella...
- Right, right.
- I read your essays,
and I just had to
come talk to you.
I'm not a stalker.
I work in publishing.
- Well, I wrote
those essays for fun.
I never really thought
about publishing them.
- And I came up here
to make you think otherwise.
- Okay.
What's your pitch?
- People want a glimpse
of a simpler life.
We are all such slaves
to social media.
You live and write
with a clarity of purpose
most people are missing
right now.
I think your story is like
an American "Year in Provence."
- Oh, no, no, no.
That guy went on to become
kind of famous, right?
See, I don't want
to become famous.
- I think that's what's known
as a high-class problem.
- For you, maybe.
- Would you at least be open
to developing your essays
into something more...
maybe a book?
- In a way,
I've already written it.
Five years of my life
here on the farm.
Some fairly quotidian stuff,
but you're welcome
to take a look.
- I would love to read a copy.
- You're looking at the one
and only copy right here.
- What if I wanted
someone else to take a look?
- Wherever the book goes,
I go.
- Understood.
- Have at it.
[chuckles]
Take sugar?
- Just a little honey.
- All right.
- I'm done.
- One minute.
I love it.
It's so resonant right now
with everyone so hyper-connected
and overstimulated.
I think there's something
really zeitgeisty here.
- And I'm sure
I'll never eat lamb again.
So a handwritten manuscript
on the wonders of solitude
and...sheep farming.
How am I supposed
to market that?
- Sebastian?
Sebastian, I would like you
to meet Kelsey Peters,
head of Millennial Print
and Diana Trout,
head of Marketing.
- Okay. I think I know how.
- Thank you.
- So what do you do for fun
up on the farm?
- Oh, I had my share of fun
for about ten years living here.
Fun can be very exhausting.
- So, um,
no significant other?
- There was my ex, Leslie.
- Right, of course.
I remember her from the book.
- Yes.
- She lasted about six months
on the farm.
- Yes. Yeah, yeah.
Until she decided
a life without reliable Wi-Fi
was not worth living.
- You don't get lonely?
- Ah, the work keeps me busy.
The moon and stars
keep me company at night.
- What about
when it's cloudy?
- Oh, I knit.
Yeah.
[both laugh]
No. You'd be amazed how much
more you appreciate life
when it all slows down.
- I bet.
- I used to be
the poster child for this mess.
[inhales, exhales]
You know,
if there's one thing
I hope people
can really take from my book,
it's that you can totally
reinvent your life on a whim.
- I can certainly
relate to that.
Josh.
- Liza.
Greta, do you remember
my friend, Liza?
- Hi.
- [ahem] This is Sebastian.
He's writing a book
for us.
- What's up, dude?
Nice to meet you.
- And you. Hello.
- Nice to meet you, Sebastian.
- Have a nice dinner.
- You too.
That was my ex.
We just split up.
- Another nice thing
about living on a farm...
you never run into your exes.
- Okay, baby.
It's time to open the kimono.
- Let's open it.
- Who's Alison West?
- She is a barista
at Stumptown.
- Unfriend.
Stephanie Roberts?
- An analyst
at Morgan Stanley.
- She's poking you.
- It's a business poke.
- Unfriend.
Amanda Potter.
- She is
my cousin-in-law.
- That's not a real thing.
Buh-bye.
- Babe, you're harsh.
- Is there anyone else here
that is gonna be surprised
when you change your
relationship status to engaged?
- Ah, baby,
just a couple people.
- Like who?
- My parents.
- You haven't told
your parents yet?
- They're still out of town.
- Then my vagina
is out of town.
- Is your mouth
out of town?
[upbeat pop tune]
- How was dinner
with the hot shepherd?
- Oh, it was great until
we ran into Josh and Greta.
- Oh.
- I definitely
think they're dating.
- You're not gonna start
baking again, are you?
- I'm happy for him.
Seeing him with a girl
his own age...
makes sense.
- I thought
the shepherd sounded perfect.
Like, off the grid,
way out of town.
- I am not ready
to jump back into something.
And besides...
it's a work thing.
- You know, before Josh,
you didn't have sex for,
like, what, two years?
Don't let your pilot light
go out again.
Just saying.
- Have Sebastian sign these.
It's boilerplate
for a first book.
- Oh, fantastic!
- And I also think
he should be shirtless
for the author's photo.
We need to look
beyond the 4H Club.
Can you have him come
in this morning?
- Oh, I think he already
left for the farm.
- Without signing these?
Liza, what were you thinking?
- I wasn't.
- Drive up there,
get these signed,
and then get back here
with that book.
- On my way.
*
- * La la la la
*
* La la la la
*
- * La la la la
*
* Yeah, yeah...
- Hi! Hi.
[dog barking]
Hi. Sorry to barge in.
I forgot to ask you
to sign these last night.
- Well, you guys
don't waste any time.
- [laughs]
Come on, let's go.
- Come on, boy!
- [laughing]
- If you want to have
someone look these over--
- Nah.
I don't believe in lawyers.
And something tells me
I can trust you.
- Definitely.
It's a pretty
standard agreement.
And we even have
language in there
giving you approval
of the look of the actual book.
I asked for that.
- Oh, that's great.
Yeah. I think it's important
it has a handmade feel to it.
- I think a lot of people
are going to be really touched
by what you've written.
- Ah...
I know I have.
- Well,
regardless of what happens
with the book,
I'm just glad it gave me
a chance to meet you.
- I feel the same way.
- I'm sorry.
I don't get many visitors.
I forgot my manners.
- I'm being
very unprofessional.
[phone chimes]
- Oh, no.
Do yourself a favor.
Just throw that thing away.
- I know.
I'm sorry.
- Oh...
[laughing]
- I have to rush these
to the office.
I'll be back
to show you the proofs
once we have them.
- Come back anytime,
but you don't need an excuse.
Nothing beats a good glass
of red by that fireplace.
- Great.
I'll bring the wine.
- Take good care of my baby.
- Like it's my own.
- * Hey, hey
* Hello there, sunshine
* Hey, hey,
come meet the moon *
* Hey, hey,
hello there, sunshine...*
[phone chimes]
* I'll be there soon *
* Hey, hey,
I gotta dance on the river *
- [softly]
Oh, shoot.
- * Gotta talk to the clouds
* Gotta run on a rainbow
- Ah, damn.
- * La la la la, hey, hey
* La la la la,
hey, hey *
* Yeah yeah
[sheep bleats in distance]
- Sebastian?
[sheep bleat,
dog barks]
Sebastian?
Hello?
- [moans] Oh...
[sheep bleats]
Ohh...
- Oh, my God!
- Oh!
[sheep bleats]
- Oh, my God!
[whimpering/grunting]
- Liza!
Liza! Liza!
I was just grooming her!
Stella!
- What? Are you sure?
- Well, he said
he was grooming her,
but...
- But what?
- Oh, please
don't make me repeat it.
- After what I went through
with the Dennis Hastert
high school wrestling memoir,
we can't risk this.
That is what comes
from trying find new authors
at the Farmers' Market.
Maybe you'll have better luck
next time at the circus.
- You know what?
I do have some good news.
Josh unfollowed me on Instagram.
- How is that good news?
- That means
that he misses you so much
he can't even see pictures
of your friends having fun.
- Or maybe he just wants nothing
to do with any of us.
- I like my version
a lot better.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey. Hey, Liza.
Hey, let's go, Kels.
We're gonna be late.
- Yeah.
Wish us luck.
We're going to meet
his parents for dinner,
and we're gonna tell 'em
the big news.
- Babe, I already told them.
I wouldn't just drop a big bomb
like that
with you sitting there.
What if they freaked?
- What?
What did they say?
- They are super pumped.
- We have to go
do something first.
- Okay.
Let's make this official.
- [exhales]
Okay.
Relationship status
officially updated.
- Okay.
[Thad chuckles]
[cheerful pop melody]
*
* I gotta let you go
- Hmm.
The last time
you baked like this
is when you found out that
David was having an affair.
I feel guilty that
I'm enjoying it this much.
- Oh, don't be.
I need something to focus on
other than Josh
and that magazine article
which I wish
you would stop reading.
- Sorry. I never took him
for the kind of guy
that would let fame
go to his head.
- That's not what happened,
and you know it.
This is my fault.
Josh wanted to mention me
in that story,
and I asked him not to.
I chose staying
in the closet at work
over going public
about our relationship.
- Oh, Honey, don't turn this
into a civil rights struggle.
You're entitled to your privacy
however you like.
- And he's entitled to break up
with me over it, which he did.
So enjoy your pie.
- Mm.
[buzzer]
Are you expecting someone?
Oh, more young creatives.
- Liza, we're here to get you
out of your misery.
- Oh, my God.
Are you baking pie?
- She's in a baking fugue.
It's what she does
when relationships end.
- May I have a slice
of your pain?
- Oh, yeah, help yourself.
- Listen, I know this hurts.
But I totally get
why you ended it.
He just couldn't let go
of his public, hot,
single tattoo artist image.
- Yeah. He let the publicity
go to his head, believe me.
I have seen this happen time
and again, just...
generally not so swiftly.
- Kelsey, congratulations.
I heard the big news.
- Thanks.
It was all a little sudden,
but I'm excited.
- Hmm. She hasn't even
put the ring up on Instagram.
- Oh, it's like
it hasn't even happened yet.
- Exactly.
Listen.
We have a surprise
for you.
- What kind of surprise?
- We got your ass up
on Tinder, Girl.
Come check it out!
- What? No. Don't do that.
I don't Tinder.
- No, no, no, don't worry, okay?
I posted your pic to my account.
Come here.
- Ugh.
- We wanted to show you
all the eligible
non-Josh guys out there.
- Mm-hmm.
- So swipe right
if you like a guy,
left if you don't.
You both swipe right
on each other--it's a match.
- Oh, so it's like
a game show,
and the first prize
is a penis?
- Yeah.
- Yup.
All right.
- Right.
- Right.
both: Right.
- [gasps] Oh, my God.
That's Josh.
- Swipe left.
Swipe left, please.
- What?
- Oh, oh...yeah.
- Oh, no, oh, no.
- I really
did not need to see that.
[ahem]
I am going to go
to the Farmers' Market.
More apples.
- Okay.
Maybe she's more
of a Hinge girl.
[upbeat electronica]
- Have you ever seen so much
Kinfolk crafty crap?
- And I guess
the bonnet is back.
- When did Williamsburg become
actual Colonial Williamsburg?
[phone chimes]
Oh, there's the apples.
Give me the bag.
- Okay.
- I'll see you in a second.
- Okay.
[mellow pop song plays]
*
- Yeah, thank you,
guys.
*
How do you like it?
- Honestly, it's the softest
thing I've ever felt.
- [chuckles]
Where are these from?
Scotland?
- Actually, that wool
is from my own sheep.
- You raise sheep?
- Yeah.
Uh, I have a small flock
on my farm in the Hudson Valley.
- Seriously? How long
have you been doing that?
- About five years, yeah.
Right around the time
people in Brooklyn
began tending beehives
in their fire escapes
and raising chickens
in coops
in the backyards
of their brownstones.
- You used to live here?
- Yeah. Yeah.
I had a vintage denim
and boot business in Greenpoint
and sold it all to buy
a farm and a flock upstate.
- Sounds beautiful.
- Oh, yeah.
I hate leaving the place.
I trek down here maybe once
a month to sell some woolens,
but that's it.
- Well, I think
I need to wrap myself up
in something soft like this
for the next few days.
- They make
the perfect security blanket.
- Ah...
Stella?
- Name of the lamb
the wool came from.
She's a great girl.
- 40.
- Thank you.
Sheila's nice too.
Mmm...
- I'm good with Stella.
- All right.
- Liza, by the way.
- Sebastian.
- It's nice to meet you.
- Hey, why don't you take
a couple of these?
You know, just some information
about taking care of the wool
and musings
about my life on the farm.
- You're a philosopher
shepherd?
- Shepherd philosopher.
- Stella and I
look forward to reading.
[Lake and Levy's "Time Out"]
*
- * Come with me
for a little time out *
* I can show you
what it's all about...*
- I think this is
really good.
It's like a modern day
"Walden."
He writes like
a hipster Thoreau.
- Who, the hot shepherd?
- Yeah.
Read this.
Tell me what you think.
- Okay, but don't judge me.
I mean, I don't know
the difference
between On Walden Pond
or "On Golden Pond."
- It doesn't matter.
Just read it.
- Okay.
- I'm telling you.
There's something there.
He taps into
the whole Kinfolk movement
and the urge for simplicity.
- The last time
someone handed me a pamphlet
with that look in their eye,
it was a Jehovah's Witness
on the subway.
- Oh, just read it first
and then tell me I'm crazy.
- I assume you girls are talking
about Kelsey's engagement?
- Oh, did you see
the ring on Instagram?
- Of course.
You're on my newsfeed.
- Oh.
- Congratulations
on your starter marriage.
Relax, it just my joke.
[mouthing]
No, it's not.
- It's weird--I posted my ring
a couple days ago,
and I haven't gotten
very many likes.
- Well, everyone is so
overwhelmed with social media.
It's why that pamphlet
is so relevant.
- My avocado toast
at brunch got more likes.
- Well, to be fair,
that avocado toast
looked really good.
- [sighs] More about this
later, okay?
Some of the girls are taking
me out for drinks tonight.
Less baking
and more drinking.
both: Hey.
- Hi.
- Where's Kelsey?
- Oh, she's right behind me.
She's having an argument
with the Uber driver
about her rating.
- Liza, sit down.
Come on.
Sit, sit, sit.
- Okay.
- What does Kelsey
think she's doing?
- Excuse me?
- She cannot marry Thad.
Thad's the kind of guy
that you get out of your system
before you meet the right guy.
- Okay.
I am so happy to hear this.
I feel the exact same way.
- I don't think it's real.
All she's done is post
some vague picture of a ring.
- Liza, Kelsey
totally respects you, okay,
and even though, you know,
you're just an assistant,
you know, she really, really
values what you have to say.
- Hi, everyone!
all: Hi.
- Sorry
to keep you guys waiting.
[overlapping chatter]
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, Baby.
I ordered your tequila online.
- Aww. I love you.
- Yes! Drink up.
Liza was just telling us she had
something she wanted to say.
- Oh, okay.
Uh...
We...we were just talking,
and, um...
- And what?
- Just how this engagement
might seem...
I mean, are you sure?
With Millennial
just starting to take off?
I mean what's the rush?
- Is this
what you guys all think?
- No, no!
- Uh...no!
[overlapping comments]
- Thad is amazing.
We are so excited for you.
- Liza...
I know you may have some sour
grapes after your breakup,
but I would really love
for you to support me right now.
- Of course.
- And just so all of you know,
I've changed my relationship
status to "engaged."
This is real.
- To Kelsey's engagement!
- Kelsey's engagement!
- Whoo!
- Kelsey's engagement!
- Whoo-hoo!
[upbeat music]
*
- Okay.
You may be wrong about that,
but you are so right
about this shepherd guy.
God, he can write the shit
out of nothing.
- I just said the wedding
seemed an eentsy bit premature.
- Whatever.
Let's talk about work.
How do we bring
this guy in?
- Well,
he's so far off the grid.
He doesn't even have
an email address.
- Ugh. I hate that that
makes me want him even more,
but it totally does.
Do you know where he lives?
- Well, there's some clues
written in the essays,
but I'd have to drive
up there.
Could you cover for me
with Diana?
- Yes. Because that is
what friends do.
You just called in sick.
- I am really sorry
about butting in.
I...don't know anything,
okay?
I have made so many mistakes
in my personal life.
I have no right
giving anyone advice.
- I know that it's hard
to see your good friends happy
while you are going
through a breakup,
but I just really want you
to be excited for me.
- Kelsey, if you're happy,
I'm happy.
[phone chimes]
- [scoffs]
What?
I changed my relationship status
to "engaged,"
and you haven't accepted me,
so now it looks like
I'm engaged to myself.
- Sorry, babe, I just have
to tie up some loose ends first.
- What do you mean,
"loose ends"?
- You know,
it's just some friends
that deserve to hear
the good news in person.
- Okay.
We're gonna pick a night
and tie up
those loose ends together, okay?
I got to go.
Sebastian: 160 miles
northwest of New York City...
One finds a hamlet
in the extreme west part
of Renssalaerville,
known as Potter's Hollow.
- Beautiful.
- The road veers sharply
past the original
Palmer Bates Blacksmith shop
and into the forked valley
where the pavement
turns to dirt...
and leads to one
of the most bucolic views
to be found in this part
of Western New York State.
[dog barking]
- Oh!
Okay.
[continues barking]
- I guess you missed
the "No Trespassing" sign.
- Sorry.
We met at the Brooklyn Flea,
remember?
Uh, Stella...
- Right, right.
- I read your essays,
and I just had to
come talk to you.
I'm not a stalker.
I work in publishing.
- Well, I wrote
those essays for fun.
I never really thought
about publishing them.
- And I came up here
to make you think otherwise.
- Okay.
What's your pitch?
- People want a glimpse
of a simpler life.
We are all such slaves
to social media.
You live and write
with a clarity of purpose
most people are missing
right now.
I think your story is like
an American "Year in Provence."
- Oh, no, no, no.
That guy went on to become
kind of famous, right?
See, I don't want
to become famous.
- I think that's what's known
as a high-class problem.
- For you, maybe.
- Would you at least be open
to developing your essays
into something more...
maybe a book?
- In a way,
I've already written it.
Five years of my life
here on the farm.
Some fairly quotidian stuff,
but you're welcome
to take a look.
- I would love to read a copy.
- You're looking at the one
and only copy right here.
- What if I wanted
someone else to take a look?
- Wherever the book goes,
I go.
- Understood.
- Have at it.
[chuckles]
Take sugar?
- Just a little honey.
- All right.
- I'm done.
- One minute.
I love it.
It's so resonant right now
with everyone so hyper-connected
and overstimulated.
I think there's something
really zeitgeisty here.
- And I'm sure
I'll never eat lamb again.
So a handwritten manuscript
on the wonders of solitude
and...sheep farming.
How am I supposed
to market that?
- Sebastian?
Sebastian, I would like you
to meet Kelsey Peters,
head of Millennial Print
and Diana Trout,
head of Marketing.
- Okay. I think I know how.
- Thank you.
- So what do you do for fun
up on the farm?
- Oh, I had my share of fun
for about ten years living here.
Fun can be very exhausting.
- So, um,
no significant other?
- There was my ex, Leslie.
- Right, of course.
I remember her from the book.
- Yes.
- She lasted about six months
on the farm.
- Yes. Yeah, yeah.
Until she decided
a life without reliable Wi-Fi
was not worth living.
- You don't get lonely?
- Ah, the work keeps me busy.
The moon and stars
keep me company at night.
- What about
when it's cloudy?
- Oh, I knit.
Yeah.
[both laugh]
No. You'd be amazed how much
more you appreciate life
when it all slows down.
- I bet.
- I used to be
the poster child for this mess.
[inhales, exhales]
You know,
if there's one thing
I hope people
can really take from my book,
it's that you can totally
reinvent your life on a whim.
- I can certainly
relate to that.
Josh.
- Liza.
Greta, do you remember
my friend, Liza?
- Hi.
- [ahem] This is Sebastian.
He's writing a book
for us.
- What's up, dude?
Nice to meet you.
- And you. Hello.
- Nice to meet you, Sebastian.
- Have a nice dinner.
- You too.
That was my ex.
We just split up.
- Another nice thing
about living on a farm...
you never run into your exes.
- Okay, baby.
It's time to open the kimono.
- Let's open it.
- Who's Alison West?
- She is a barista
at Stumptown.
- Unfriend.
Stephanie Roberts?
- An analyst
at Morgan Stanley.
- She's poking you.
- It's a business poke.
- Unfriend.
Amanda Potter.
- She is
my cousin-in-law.
- That's not a real thing.
Buh-bye.
- Babe, you're harsh.
- Is there anyone else here
that is gonna be surprised
when you change your
relationship status to engaged?
- Ah, baby,
just a couple people.
- Like who?
- My parents.
- You haven't told
your parents yet?
- They're still out of town.
- Then my vagina
is out of town.
- Is your mouth
out of town?
[upbeat pop tune]
- How was dinner
with the hot shepherd?
- Oh, it was great until
we ran into Josh and Greta.
- Oh.
- I definitely
think they're dating.
- You're not gonna start
baking again, are you?
- I'm happy for him.
Seeing him with a girl
his own age...
makes sense.
- I thought
the shepherd sounded perfect.
Like, off the grid,
way out of town.
- I am not ready
to jump back into something.
And besides...
it's a work thing.
- You know, before Josh,
you didn't have sex for,
like, what, two years?
Don't let your pilot light
go out again.
Just saying.
- Have Sebastian sign these.
It's boilerplate
for a first book.
- Oh, fantastic!
- And I also think
he should be shirtless
for the author's photo.
We need to look
beyond the 4H Club.
Can you have him come
in this morning?
- Oh, I think he already
left for the farm.
- Without signing these?
Liza, what were you thinking?
- I wasn't.
- Drive up there,
get these signed,
and then get back here
with that book.
- On my way.
*
- * La la la la
*
* La la la la
*
- * La la la la
*
* Yeah, yeah...
- Hi! Hi.
[dog barking]
Hi. Sorry to barge in.
I forgot to ask you
to sign these last night.
- Well, you guys
don't waste any time.
- [laughs]
Come on, let's go.
- Come on, boy!
- [laughing]
- If you want to have
someone look these over--
- Nah.
I don't believe in lawyers.
And something tells me
I can trust you.
- Definitely.
It's a pretty
standard agreement.
And we even have
language in there
giving you approval
of the look of the actual book.
I asked for that.
- Oh, that's great.
Yeah. I think it's important
it has a handmade feel to it.
- I think a lot of people
are going to be really touched
by what you've written.
- Ah...
I know I have.
- Well,
regardless of what happens
with the book,
I'm just glad it gave me
a chance to meet you.
- I feel the same way.
- I'm sorry.
I don't get many visitors.
I forgot my manners.
- I'm being
very unprofessional.
[phone chimes]
- Oh, no.
Do yourself a favor.
Just throw that thing away.
- I know.
I'm sorry.
- Oh...
[laughing]
- I have to rush these
to the office.
I'll be back
to show you the proofs
once we have them.
- Come back anytime,
but you don't need an excuse.
Nothing beats a good glass
of red by that fireplace.
- Great.
I'll bring the wine.
- Take good care of my baby.
- Like it's my own.
- * Hey, hey
* Hello there, sunshine
* Hey, hey,
come meet the moon *
* Hey, hey,
hello there, sunshine...*
[phone chimes]
* I'll be there soon *
* Hey, hey,
I gotta dance on the river *
- [softly]
Oh, shoot.
- * Gotta talk to the clouds
* Gotta run on a rainbow
- Ah, damn.
- * La la la la, hey, hey
* La la la la,
hey, hey *
* Yeah yeah
[sheep bleats in distance]
- Sebastian?
[sheep bleat,
dog barks]
Sebastian?
Hello?
- [moans] Oh...
[sheep bleats]
Ohh...
- Oh, my God!
- Oh!
[sheep bleats]
- Oh, my God!
[whimpering/grunting]
- Liza!
Liza! Liza!
I was just grooming her!
Stella!
- What? Are you sure?
- Well, he said
he was grooming her,
but...
- But what?
- Oh, please
don't make me repeat it.
- After what I went through
with the Dennis Hastert
high school wrestling memoir,
we can't risk this.
That is what comes
from trying find new authors
at the Farmers' Market.
Maybe you'll have better luck
next time at the circus.
- You know what?
I do have some good news.
Josh unfollowed me on Instagram.
- How is that good news?
- That means
that he misses you so much
he can't even see pictures
of your friends having fun.
- Or maybe he just wants nothing
to do with any of us.
- I like my version
a lot better.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey. Hey, Liza.
Hey, let's go, Kels.
We're gonna be late.
- Yeah.
Wish us luck.
We're going to meet
his parents for dinner,
and we're gonna tell 'em
the big news.
- Babe, I already told them.
I wouldn't just drop a big bomb
like that
with you sitting there.
What if they freaked?
- What?
What did they say?
- They are super pumped.
- We have to go
do something first.
- Okay.
Let's make this official.
- [exhales]
Okay.
Relationship status
officially updated.
- Okay.
[Thad chuckles]
[cheerful pop melody]
*