- * MTV *
- You are not my friend.
- I'm sorry.
- I don't know what came over me.
- Liza Miller is 42 years old,
and she's been lying shamelessly
about who she is for years.
- I've been dreaming of this day
since I was 12 years old.
- Oh, my God. Am I basic?
- You are a remarkable woman, Liza Miller.
I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner.
- * My head goes bam, bam, bam *
[pans clattering]
* Ba-ba-bam, ba-bam *
* My hair goes bam, bam, bam *
* My head goes bam, bam, bam *
- Hey, what's up?
- I'm giving Kelsey some of my old pots and pans
for her new place.
- Kelsey doesn't cook.
- Well, she does smoke weed,
so anything can happen.
You're in a good mood today.
- Ah, well, it's been a good week.
Charles came to Inkubator.
He said it reminded him
of why he got into publishing,
discovering new literary voices.
- Stop with that book nerd talk.
You're turning me on.
- Well, I kind of did turn him on.
We had a moment last night after dinner.
- Oh, wait a minute. There was a dinner?
- And there was wine, and there was... lingering
when we said good night.
- Ooh. Lingering like with an L?
- We almost kissed,
but then we both pulled back.
- Wait, why were you having dinner with him
alone in the first place?
- Because Kelsey couldn't make it.
- No. No, no, no.
You were thinking with your pussy.
- No.
Yes, I am attracted to him,
but I can't help it.
But we had our chance, and he's with Quinn now,
and the best thing for us is just move on.
- Don't tell it to me. Tell it to the boss.
[upbeat music]
* *
- You shouldn't have to move out, Kels.
There's got to be a way that you could just patch
things up with Clare.
- Well, I'm with her ex,
so I kind of think that's a deal breaker.
- Yeah.
- Besides, it's for the best.
It's time I get my own place.
- Where is this new place, anyway?
- Rob is letting me use the model apartment
in his building until I find something permanent.
- That's pretty cool. I guess things
are going pretty good between you two?
- It's going. it's early.
- Yeah. - You know how it goes.
I'm trying not
to put any pressure on him.
- All right. [knock at door]
- Hey, babe.
- Good morning. How can I help?
I blew off my workout so I'd be full strength
to carry stuff.
This is a nice place, Josh.
- Thanks, Rob.
- I forgot the packing tape in my bedroom.
- I will go with you.
- Later. Can you help Josh?
- Hey, let me ask you a question, Rob.
- Yeah, shoot. - You...
You broke up with Clare pretty easily.
You're planning on being a little more careful
with Kels, yeah?
- It's not really a question.
- It's not, really.
- I'm pretty sure Kels can handle herself.
- Yeah, just hope
you're planning on being a little more careful.
- Hey!
More packing, less yakking, you two.
- Yes, ma'am. - You got it.
[upbeat music]
* *
- Good morning.
- About last night,
I'm sorry if things got too familiar.
- No, no, it's all...
We're good.
- I can't stop thinking about...
Inkubator.
You really--you have created something so, so special.
- Well, that's just the terrestrial.
We also have a podcast and an app.
- I would love to get the full picture.
Any chance that you and Kelsey
could put together a brief presentation for me?
- Absolutely.
- Thank you.
[upbeat electronic music]
* *
- Hey. - Hey.
You may want to leave before you come in.
- What? Why?
- Someone here is looking for you.
I doubt you're gonna wanna see them.
- Please say it's not the fire marshal.
- No, no, just...
- Liza.
- Pauline?
- Congratulations on your big success
with this incredible salon.
I read all about you on BuzzFeed.
- Thank you.
- Look, I know we ended things
on a terrible note,
and I want to apologize.
I feel awful about what happened between us.
I was in a crazy place, and I'd like to make amends.
I read that you have a tradition
of doing shots here?
- We do. Awesome.
Wow, that's a really good one.
- Crack it open, please.
- I'm going to go up with this behind the bar.
- It's just an olive branch, the first of many.
- Finally found a lot that wasn't full...
or I parked on a playground.
- Liza, this is Tim. We're...
- Well, I think we're going steady, aren't we?
- Tim and I reconnected at a Princeton event,
and we haven't been apart since.
- She makes me feel 19 again.
- Hey, 19?
- Yes.
- It was great meeting you, Liza.
Liza, right? - Right.
- I'm going to go loiter around one of those tables,
see if I can get us one.
- Okay, I'll be right there.
[upbeat music playing]
- He seems nice.
- He's so nice,
and he's a total do-gooder, an immigration lawyer.
- That's great.
Well, enjoy your evening.
* *
- Liza,
I'm gonna keep trying until I make things right.
I know it will take a lot of time.
* *
- Okay.
"Monogamy is the ultimate business move.
"Consumers want fewer choices
"presented to them by tastemakers who matter.
"Inkubator will curate content
"and drop it in strategic dollops
through its invite-only subscription service."
It's a little wordy, but it's for Charles,
and he loves words.
- [laughs] [phone buzzing]
- Hello. - Hi.
Look, my phone ran out of gas, so I'm using Bianca's.
There's something important
that I wanted to talk to you about.
Can you meet me for a drink tonight?
- Uh, tonight?
- It's important, Liza.
Really important.
- Uh...
[intriguing music]
- Liza, I'm telling you,
it was a mistake when you and Charles split up.
When he looks at you,
I can see it in his eyes.
He's still in love with you.
- Is that why you wanted to meet?
- I feel like I'm part of the reason
you two aren't together.
- Pauline, it wasn't you.
- Come on, I was a big problem.
Liza, you two are meant to be,
and true love is supposed to win.
Now that I found mine,
I want to pay it forward.
- You are a great writer, and that is a great story,
but you cannot tell someone else's story for them.
Charles is with Quinn.
- Well, I can tell you
what's happening with that story,
and it needs a rewrite.
When I was at the townhouse earlier,
picking up the girls, I... saw an engagement ring.
I think Charles is gonna propose to Quinn,
which would be a huge mistake.
Liza, the clock is ticking.
He's not really in love with Quinn.
He's in love with you.
Let me help you make things right.
- That is a lovely thought, but I have to go now.
It's so nice to see you so happy.
[ambient music]
- Liza...
[sighs]
[electronic dance music]
- Rob, you are such a doll for letting me throw
this housewarming party for Kelsey.
- I hope no one is bringing gifts.
- What? Of course they are.
- I'm only staying here temporarily.
- You are staying here as long as you want,
oh, and throw as many parties as you like.
- [inhales deeply] - More people that come
through the model apartment, the better.
- You have no idea what you just did.
- All right, you all, a toast. To Kelsey.
I know you're just moving around the corner,
but I'm gonna...
I'm gonna really miss being roommates.
I'm gonna miss fighting over the bathroom,
mostly just whose turn it is to clean it up.
But-- - Yours.
- Okay. [both laugh]
- For real, I'm just-- I'm so happy for you.
- Thank you. - Na zdoróv'je
all: Na zdoróv'je. [doorbell rings]
- Hey.
Wait, you started without us?
- I brought the baked ziti. Where's the oven?
- Oh, there, but I don't think it's hooked up.
- No, but the high tech toilet is,
and the warm rinse is divine.
Stop in for a squirt, ladies.
Ooh, that's probably my turn.
- Thank you.
- Hi.
- So good to see you. Come on in.
- Thank you so much.
- What are they doing here?
- Lauren told me that if I invited
one person from the office,
I had to invite everyone.
Sorry.
[upbeat music, indistinct chatter]
* *
- Ba, ba, ba, ba, bam.
- A shot right there.
- Big daddy doing good.
Here we go.
- Oh, God. Please.
- Whoo! - Honey, how many?
How many tequilas has that been?
- How many? - I don't know.
- Who's counting? Somebody? - Not me.
- Cut him off, fill me up. Okay?
No more for him. - You got it.
How you doing? - Great.
- You're looking swoll, Josh.
- Yeah? - Yeah, man.
You're working out?
- When I can, yeah. - Yeah?
You do push-ups? Yeah?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
How many push-ups can you do?
- Please leave him alone. Don't answer.
- No, no, no. How many push-ups?
- Please, do not answer. - How many push-ups can you do?
- Please don't. - Guess how many I can do.
- No. - No, no, no. Look at me.
- Okay. - Assess and guess.
- I'm going to say 20. You can do 20 push-ups.
- [quietly] He's got a bad heart.
Please. - Wait a minute.
- What?
- Tell me you can do more than me.
- You offend me. Give me this.
* *
- Salut.
- I feel like she might have might have actually had two.
- Maggie Amato,
your piece at the Whitney is incredible.
- Oh, thank you.
- If you ever need anything, I'm on the board there.
- That's great.
I suppose you're gonna go see
Cecily Brown's opening tomorrow.
- No, we can't 'cause Charles and I
are actually going to Mustique for a long weekend.
- Oh, Mustique.
- Oh, really? I didn't realize
that Charles was taking time off from work.
- Don't worry. I'll bring him back...
eventually.
[phone buzzes]
* *
- Excuse me.
* *
- Are you okay?
You look like you just lost your best friend.
- No.
No, I'm fine, really. I'm good.
- Well, I have something that'll make you feel
even better than good.
Um... Kelsey needs to hear this too.
I read your Inkubator presentation.
- Oh, great.
- It's smart. It's innovative.
It is exactly what Empirical means.
This is a deal memo that I put together,
makes you whole for the money you laid out, Kelsey,
plus more for you both.
- Oh. - Oh, my God.
I'm so glad we're on the same page again, Charles.
- Me too. So we'll iron out
the legalities when I get back from my trip.
For now, will a handshake suffice?
- Of course.
- Congratulations.
- Congratulations to you.
- Excuse me! Excuse me!
Excuse me, everybody.
We are looking for a judge
for the push-up contest.
- Dad, no.
No push-ups. - What?
- Uh-huh. Don't do this.
- It's fun. It's fun.
Everyone likes the push-up contest.
Okay? Who's...
Nose-ring, you're the judge.
[makes sibilant sound] I'm pumping.
We're doing it! We're doing it!
It's on. It's on!
What you have been waiting for.
Get the judge, everybody.
- I apologize.
- Get the judge. One, two...
- With the hops! - Three, four, five.
- Okay.
I think we should leave.
- And I don't blame you.
- Thank you, Kelsey, for a very fun night,
and it was great to meet your dad.
- That's Lauren's dad.
- Right, yeah. Lauren's dad.
Good night.
- 30! 31! - Have fun, ladies.
- 32, 33.
Here's a one-handed for you, Denise.
I'm doing this one for you.
- You're being ridiculous.
- Come on, go, go, go, go!
- [groaning]
- Oh, my God! - Dad's hurt.
- I think he's having a heart attack.
- Your poor father.
I mean, he's never gonna get to be a grandpa
or walk you down the aisle.
- Mom, everything can't turn into a conversation
about me being unmarried.
- I know. I just want you to have
someone by your side through life...
- I know. - Like I had with your father.
Right? I mean, at your age,
it's like musical chairs.
- Okay, I'm only 30.
- I know. But when the music stops,
I want you to have somewhere to put your butt.
- Oh, my God. - Excuse me.
Mr. Heller is in recovery now.
He did great.
- He--I told you.
He did great. - Thank you.
- See? Told you. - Thank you.
[laughs] Okay.
Mom, it says it right here.
Come on. It's okay.
Let's just stop crying.
- Honey. - Hi.
- Sweetheart. Oh, how are you?
- Dad, you look good.
- I had the greatest doctor.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. He saved my life.
He's cute. - Okay.
- You know. At least, I think he is.
Others among us may be too picky.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- [knocks] Lauren, Denise, hey.
Good to see you guys again.
- Max. - Oh, my God.
- Wait, wait, wait. You saved my dad?
- Well, pretty standard procedure,
but I guess I did.
It's pretty crazy, right? - Oh, my God.
Says!
I mean, I don't know how to thank you.
- Oh, so many ways.
[pager beeps] - Oh.
I am so sorry.
I have to jump out. Stabbing.
Great to see you, Lauren. You look fantastic.
- Thank you. You too, Dr. Lifesaver.
- Um... Let's catch up sometime.
- Sure.
- I'll call you. - Great.
- All right.
[upbeat music]
- Bye.
Oh, my God.
- Okay, I like it.
- Take him out to dinner.
Thank him for saving your father
as a thank-you.
- No, Mom, please do not do this.
- Or maybe a drive outside the city
for the weekend. You know, catch up.
- Stop. You know that I'm
not into guys at the moment.
- What do you mean, honey? I thought you were a pan.
- Yeah. - Okay, look,
I know that you two would love it
if I married a nice Jewish doctor.
- Okay, okay.
- But the bottom line is, I'm just... ugh.
I'm not attracted to Max.
- Oh, doctor's eye, come on,
I wasn't that attracted to your dad
when we first met,
but then, you know, he kind of grew on me.
- Yeah. I'm a grower, not a shower.
- Guys, we did. Max and I tried.
I don't know what to tell you.
- Well, maybe the universe
wants you to try again. All right?
I mean, for God's sake, the man
saved your dad's life.
What kind of a sign do you need?
- Come on. Listen to your mother.
[smooth music playing]
- So, um... you're the head of publicity
at Empirical now?
That is a huge job.
- Yeah, I mean,
promoting books at a time when people
can just as easily join an Oculus orgy feels...
a bit like magic, but I'm aware.
So... fun.
- You are still the funniest person
I've ever met.
- How funny is this?
* *
- Hey, let's get out of here.
- No,
* *
not yet.
* *
[energetic classical music]
Max! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!
[yelling]
Max, come on, yeah, yeah!
- Yeah!
[sleepily] Max. Nope.
Oh, my God.
I just want your general opinion
as a businessperson.
- Kels, you bootstrapped this thing
entirely on your own.
I don't think he's offering you enough.
- Really? - A friend of mine's a VC.
why don't I send her your deck
just to get her take on valuation?
- I don't know.
We have a handshake deal with Charles.
- You're just getting information.
Can't be wrong to learn, can it?
[energetic music]
* *
[email whooshes]
[email chimes]
* *
[email whooshes]
[emails chiming]
- Hold on. I can't find my passport.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah. I always keep it right here.
- Well, don't keep looking in the same spot.
Why don't you call your office?
- I'm at one percent. - Wow, okay.
Here, just use my phone.
- Ugh, sorry.
- No, it's fine.
- Okay.
[lilting music]
* *
- What's going on?
- Charles is at the airport,
and he can't find his passport.
It's not in any of the places he told me to look,
and his housekeeper can't find it either.
I don't know, maybe he lost it on the way to the airport
or... maybe somebody stole it.
- Oh, no.
- [softly] Maybe it's here. Uh-oh.
[andante music]
- Okay.
[cell phone buzzing]
- Hello. - Pauline, hi.
Did you do something with Charles's passport?
- Me?
- Your voice just went up an octave.
- Liza, I had to.
Anything to stop that trip.
I mean, he's gonna propose to her.
Did you see that freaking ring?
- Pauline.
- Liza, I'm buying you time. Okay?
And don't worry. I have the perfect plan.
You wait a week or so, and then you just slip
the passport between his office couch cushions.
He'll assume it fell out of his bag,
and he'll never know it was us. - "Us"?
I had nothing to do with this.
I don't even know where the passport is.
- Check your FedEx tray.
[upbeat swing music]
* *
Oh, my God. I found it.
- Great. I'll get a Rush Messenger.
- No, I got it.
- Okay.
[cell phone ringing]
- Pauline, I am on my way to the airport.
- Oh, my God, that's so romantic.
A mad dash to the airport
to keep him from leaving with the wrong woman.
Gosh, I love it.
- No, I am bringing him his passport
so he can go. - What? No.
Oh, no, no, no, no. We were so close.
You're t--no.
No, you're ruining the plan. Liza?
- Thank you. - Hey--
[line trilling]
- This is Charles Brooks.
Leave me a message or try me--
[phone buzzes] - [sighs]
Hi, Maggie.
- So I can get us into Meadow Suite at 7:00.
- I'm on my way to see Charles.
- So you're doing it again?
- [sighs] I'm not thinking with that.
He doesn't have his passport, so I'm bringing it to him.
It's a long, crazy story.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. So you're bringing him
his passport so he can go on a trip
with Quinn to Mustique?
- Pauline thinks he's going to propose to her.
- [sighs] Liza. - I know.
It kills me to see him move on,
but that's the reality.
- Well, maybe there's another reality
where we just don't bring him that passport.
- I love him, Maggie.
It's not right to stand in his way.
- Yeah, but you don't have to carry him
to the altar, Liza.
I mean, you're torturing yourself.
[spacey music]
- I'm going to say goodbye.
* *
- Well, we're about to lose the turboprop in Saint Lucia.
- I am so sorry, Quinn.
I don't know how this happened.
- Is this how it's gonna be?
I'm gonna make all these romantic plans
and charter a plane and make
hotel reservations and dinner reservations,
and you are not gonna be able to get it together enough
to remember your passport?
- Um, like I said,
I assumed I had it.
I apologize.
- Well, like I always say to my employees,
"If you do it right the first time,
you don't have to apologize."
I'm gonna go talk to the pilot.
[light percussive music]
* *
- Charles.
* *
- Liza. - I found your passport.
- Um, where?
- In your office, between the couch cushions.
- Well, thank you for coming all the way out here.
- I wanted to make sure you got it safely.
And actually, I wanted to come say goodbye in person.
I care so much about you, Charles,
and I wish you every happiness,
truly, from the bottom of my heart.
She's the luckiest woman.
- Liza?
[jaunty music]
- Look what she found in my office.
- Oh.
Well, you could have sent a courier.
- I didn't trust a messenger
with Charles's passport.
- Once an assistant, always an assistant.
All right, Mr. Forgetful, let's go.
Honestly, Liza, five minutes later,
and we would have missed the plane.
Thank you.
[melancholy music]
* *
- * Hey, dear, come on *
* *
* Don't waste our time *
- Thank you again, Liza.
* *
- Safe travels.
- * I stayed so long *
* But you know that I care *
* *
* Come home *
* *
* Come home *
* *
* Come home *
* *
* Home now *
- Excuse me, are you headed to the city?
I couldn't get on that plane.
- What? Why?
- Because I was with the wrong person.
- But you were going to ask her to marry you, in Mustique.
You have a ring.
- What are you talking about?
I'm not proposing to Quinn.
I honestly don't think I even like the woman.
The only ring that I ever had was the one
that I bought for you.
* *
- Charles... - Liza,
I have been a fool,
and I am sorry that it took me so long to realize that.
Forget marriage.
I just want to be with you any way that you want,
any way, if you will still have me.
I just want--
* *
- Sometimes life gives you a second chance.
- The long-awaited series finale.
- We are prepared to do what it takes here.
- We have a complicated history, Liza.
- This is our moment.
- I kind of think you and Lauren
should just have this place for yourselves.
- [laughs] Where are you gonna go?
What?
- Look how far we've come.
* *
- Only the truth from now on.
[phone chimes]
Even if it hurts.
- Only the truth.
[upbeat dance music]
* *