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We're together. We're a throuple.
Previously on "You Me Her"...
The alumni board are gonna find this new information very interesting.
We're just going to delay the announcement
of your promotion a couple of weeks.
I hate my boss and I want to quit my job.
- What's this? - The coolest firm in Seattle.
It's not like I'm actually gonna go.
I just really want to be cool again, Dave.
Suburban Internet... sex tape, scandal.
I don't hate it.
How would you feel about helping kids
- get to the other side of 21? - Like a wellness center?
Oh, is this about the thing I said about the bike?
You don't think Emma's bi? You think she's just, like, gay?
You guys have been third-wheeling the shit out of me.
You get to undercurrent all of your primary ex
because you've decided I'm a lesbian.
- So this is happening? - Listen to me.
I just finished telling someone that I was the complication.
- What someone? - Ruby.
Fuck this.
What's going on?
Oh, that's lovely.
Can you rupture something snoring that hard?
Radical theory... do you think that humans snore
so that in the caveman days, someone didn't bury them?
Prefacing something idiotic with "radical theory"
doesn't make it less idiotic.
Little Gabe... on point with his sass game.
- Little Gabe getting sassy, eh? - Call me that one more time,
I will put a pillow over your giant face and sit on it.
Yeah, you will.
Okay, this is...
unsettling.
Uh, say, Gabriel, do you want to...
Make sure Marina doesn't walk into traffic
while taking a selfie and become the face
of a national public service campaign?
Super funny.
Let's blow this intervention.
- Dumb-ass. - Dickhead.
Okay, so, look, not to be that brother,
but I can't have the kids witnessing a gruesome, prolonged descent.
I'm fine, man, I just need a few minutes to...
Okay, you obviously don't remember,
and I wish that I didn't, but last night...
last night was a weepy, snotty shit show.
No. It wasn't that bad, I...
It wasn't that bad.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, if you were our pet,
we would have just shot you and buried you out back.
Stop.
Oh, man.
Feels like I'm losing everything.
You're not exactly losing anything, bro.
No, you very willingly walked away from a promotion,
and then you left your home
and your wife with her new girlfriend.
Okay, you know what?
Okay, enough, okay?
Maybe Emma and I for the past few years
weren't awesome in the bedroom,
but we did have some really incredible times before that.
Like, really hardcore stuff. I don't know if she told you,
but, I mean, not like porn star level, but...
- Stop, please. - Yeah, it's...
Okay, it wasn't even about the sex, okay?
It was the fact that we had a connection,
- that we were together. - Jack, lesbians are deceptive.
They look just like real chicks. You know, they wear dresses,
they wear makeup, they marry dudes.
What? It's true.
You know how much I like Emma.
We both do. And for the record,
I do really believe that you guys were in love
since the first night that you met.
Thank you. Finally...
Someone speaking the truth here.
But then you introduced a woman
into your marriage, and you reminded your wife
that she's at least three-quarters gay.
She's not. Oh, my God. What the fuck?
- Hey. No, no. Hey. - Please don't, I just woke up.
Shh.
- I love you. - You do?
Yeah.
Yeah. All right, I want you to have what we have.
Yeah.
I got to go, 'cause work calls.
I have a job.
And good luck.
I'm sorry.
Take a long, brisk walk, all right?
Clear your head.
Get some perspective and just think about things.
- That sounds good, actually. - Okay.
- Yeah. - Do that.
I'm gonna do that.
Hi.
So this is where you've been.
So, that was...
good.
I was gonna say, "Awesome, fucking amazing,"
but those are overused, right?
Yeah, you're right. "Good" is...
"Good" is better.
Um...
It's just...
It's just what?
I didn't... I didn't...
I didn't mean for it to happen.
It's not why I came here.
Why'd you come?
To take you home.
Is that what Emma wants?
She's...
She's angry.
I'm angry.
Then talk.
Should I tell her, what, you came over here and...
evened things up, so now we're all good?
That's very funny. You're very funny.
I was thinking more along the lines of "I'm sorry."
You think I'm the one that should be apologizing to her?
Oh, for fuck's sake, why don't I count it down
so the two of you can say it at exactly the same time?
- It's just unbelievable. - Take it easy.
In what version of the universe am I the bad guy?
Uh,
how about the version where the last words
you said to us before you stormed out
were "Ruby Shivani."
Uh, maybe the version where you've been acting
like a wounded Emo meddle score.
Meanwhile, the real version in the real world
consists of two lesbians,
a happy gay couple,
who just have this inconvenient dude
who's like a fucking Goddamn beard around them all the time.
Honestly, enough with the beard stuff.
Was there any point in the last 30 minutes or so
where I seemed gay to you?
I'm in love with you.
Look at me. I'm in love with you and Emma.
To be honest, maybe it's not you that I'm worried about.
Okay, Jack.
Here's the deal.
There's a perfect shit storm brewing,
and I'm the only one that seems to notice.
Emma suddenly hates her job,
her soul mate's caved out
at big bro's ridiculous McMansion.
And you ready for this?
She just got an absolutely stupid offer
from some giant douchey firm in Seattle.
So, please, I'm asking you to come back with me.
I'm gonna ask you again, is that what Emma wants?
Because I haven't heard from her.
Not a word since I've been here, so...
Did she tell you she wants me to come home?
I mean...
No.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
I appreciate you coming here.
I do.
But I'm...
I'm sorry, that's not enough.
Shots!
It's good!
Finished!
Ah!
Good morning, sunshine.
Hi.
Oh, I would not recommend taking a selfie right now.
Unless it's a desperate cry for help.
I have an excuse for being cranky.
What's yours?
Oh, you have an excuse?
Oh, you mean falling into bed, wasted, at 4 A.M.
after partying like a college freshmen with Nina.
What? No.
Yeah.
Oh, you look lonely.
Let's go find your friends.
Mmm.
Wow.
So, if I go get my camera right now,
would you be willing to reenact
that whole sad, dark performance?
'Cause that's exactly the opening I need
for my documentary...
"White People."
What about white people?
Well, humans crave challenges and hardships,
and when they don't get those things, they...
reflexively sabotage themselves.
Or die on a mountain they had no reason to climb.
That's impressive.
That's, like, adolescent bullshit,
but it's impressive within that specific category.
- Well done, man. - Yeah.
So what's rock bottom for a guy like you?
Shouldn't you be in school or something?
Put Marie on Locations so I know where she is at all times.
I'm just missing, like, study hall or Advanced Calc...
- one or the other. - You know what, I don't care.
This is so boring.
This has nothing... it's nothing to do with me.
It's not my problem.
Seriously, do you need help with all of this business?
All of what?
So what were you doing while you were hugging the toilet
and staring at your phone?
I was checking the calendar.
Seriously?
Don't worry. It's... my dates were messed up.
That's all.
Well, you don't seem particularly happy.
Usually at your age, that's a happy thing.
You are on birth control, right?
What are you insinuating?
I'm not insinuating anything. I just...
Iz.
Hey, Izzy, are you okay?
I got so fucked up.
Yeah.
I could tell.
It's just...
Jack left, and you said he never leaves.
Which means it's my fault.
And I feel like I'm an alien here,
and I just... I just w...
You just want to feel like yourself again.
Yeah, I get that.
I'm really sorry, Em.
I've been a passive-aggressive dick these last few days.
Hey...
We have all taken turns being dicks lately.
All of us.
Because we fucked up.
Because we're moving too fast.
And none of us wants to say anything.
I don't know.
Well, you can hold me to this,
I am officially on an intense substance cleanse.
Ugh.
Yeah?
Yeah.
We'll do it together.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I know I have barf-mouth, but will you kiss me?
No, you do have barf-mouth.
Whoo, man. This feels like 50 shades of wrong.
It's gonna feel 31 flavors of right real soon.
All right, before we do this, just so you know,
this is a one-time thing. Okay, this has to be.
This is just me trying to,
you know, get on a bridge to the other side.
- This is... - Don't do me any favors.
No, no, I mean, come on, after this.
Just sit down, I need...
Thank you, I guess I should say.
That's better.
Yeah. Thanks.
So you ever gonna sober up enough to tap that Ruby chick?
I'm just gonna forge on, assuming that
that's what you want to say.
- Balls! - So, yes, I overheard
Gabe and Marie talking about how much better off
you'd be with Ruby.
Don't hate me, I can't call an ambulance
under these incriminating circumstances.
Am I late?
No, no, I'm early.
Um, Emma Trakarsky.
We talked on the phone.
Right.
So that space just got snatched.
While you were eating a sandwich?
I can multitask.
May I ask who snatched it?
It was...
John...
Ham.
Jon Hamm.
Jon Hamm, the actor?
Maybe he's gonna open an ad agency.
I don't know what smells worse, your lazy bullshit
or the hostile cologne you bathed in.
Custom blended specifically for me.
Five large. Gets me laid like a carpet.
Hey!
What the five other spaces?
Strangest thing. They all got snatched, too.
She knows.
She fucking knows.
God, these are good!
What do you call this glorious manna?
Spicy pork rinds.
Is that like a nickname, or does it really come from a pig?
I choose not to think about it.
It's working though, man. I can...
It's working, man.
It feels like a lifetime ago that I was hung over.
Yeah, you're welcome.
So do you really love them?
Both of them?
Who?
Oh, yes. Yeah.
I do.
But you think Aunt Emma might be gay, always has been?
I don't know, maybe.
Grownup life sounds pretty fucked up.
Yeah.
What about the college professor chick?
That's just purely professional. We're...
just friends.
Actually might be colleagues soon.
Oh!
Okay.
I'm 14 years old,
and even I know you can't be friends with your hot, divorced ex.
Okay, you can only pretend it's platonic
until the imminent "Oops, we boned" incident.
You're like some sort of sensei.
I guess I'll, uh...
design the rest of my life based on the deep thoughts
of a stoned high school freshman.
Yeah, you want me to lay down
some more heavy duty wisdom on you?
Please, why not?
Well, if you and the professor chick
had stayed together, you would have three kids
and be the dean of Hamilton High School right now...
instead of smoking away your hangover with your nephew.
Heavy, right?
Yeah.
It's like a cat in the box.
Absolutely.
Wait, what?
Hey, you.
Aren't you supposed to be in school?
Lunchtime, I think.
Yeah.
You pay for that stuff or...
They barely staff week days.
You could pretty much have whatever you want.
For instance, Chloe Damico thinks
she's pregnant every other Monday,
snags like five different brands just to make sure.
- Oh... - But then again,
she's like a teenager and you're...
30.
- Okay. - So...
First of all, I'm nothing like 30.
- Okay. - And, second of all,
you thought...
you thought I was shopping for pregnancy tests? Why?
Because you're reading all the labels.
Well, I'm doing research for a college paper.
You suck so bad at lying.
Well, I used to be better.
I think we peak at 16.
God, it's like breathing for me.
W.W.L.D.
What is that?
What would Lori do?
Easy-peasy.
She'd narc you out to your lezzy life partner.
So I won't.
I'm assuming this means you're late.
Just... it's just a few days,
and... but, normally, you can set a clock by it.
I'm sorry.
Why are you hugging me?
Because Lori wouldn't.
I... I can't believe you would do this to me, Danny.
I have a right to explore other options, God damn it!
Yeah? Fuck you!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck...
fucking grow up. It's just business, really?
Well, fuck... fuck me!
Emma?
Lori.
Car make you angry?
Huh.
Um, actually...
Actually, I was yelling at my boss.
Yeah. She found out I was scouting office space,
so she's blackballing me at the few places I can afford.
And it turns out I signed a contract
that basically says I can't hire anybody ever.
So you might be mad at me a little, still.
Afraid so, Lo.
Lo? I... I get a nickname?
That's great.
All right, well, brace yourself.
- Brace myself? - Just go with it.
Em and Lo, that's us.
That's the spirit.
Do you have an appointment?
Um, yeah, like, for sure,
Professor, I do.
Worst imitation of a college chick ever.
Come in, Jack.
I don't even know who Jack is.
Jack is dead. I killed him with my period.
It was awesome, right?
No, it was terrible.
Hey.
Where the hell have you been?
It's like you fell off the edge of the earth.
Can we say that's more or less
an accurate representation
of what's been happening and leave it at that?
I've been staying at my brother's place.
Oh.
- Sorry, I, um... Sorry to hear. - It's nothing.
Look, I've been trying to get a hold of you
because the dean is interested
in hearing your student services pitch.
But it has to be tomorrow because he leaves
the day after for a conference overseas.
Can you be ready?
I was born ready.
I've always wanted to say that.
Yes. Great.
Awesome.
Maybe I can thank you for real by...
... taking you out to dinner tomorrow night.
Are you asking me on a date?
Absolutely not.
I'm just inviting a soon-to-be-colleague
out for a platonic celebration of my imminent success.
I don't sleep with married men, Jack.
Neither do I, so we have that in common.
Yes.
Great.
Hey, Carm?
What's my motivation here, you know?
I mean, like, I could pretty much slip out of these any second I want.
Use your imagination!
Whoa.
Wow.
Look at you.
Standing there, wearing that?
Is this okay?
Is it okay?
It's really scary.
And sexy.
Has to be scary and sexy, not just scary.
I meant scary in a sexy way, that's all.
I'm gonna have to edit this out.
Okay, you know what, fuck you! You're not even trying.
No, no, no. I was laughing with you, honey.
No, no, no! No, no, no!
Come back, come back, come back, come back!
Look... hey, no, no! Wait, wait, wait!
Come, come, come.
Come, come.
Look, I'm already at half mast,
and you haven't even done anything to me yet.
What are you gonna do to me, by the way?
You gonna use that fly-swatter and squish me like a bug?
I mean, I'm pretty stoned,
so that could be fun or terrifying...
or maybe both.
And I guess that's how this is all supposed to work, right, so...
Fairly high, too.
Hey, what if I really like swatting you?
- Oh, boy. - What if I just...
Oh.
What if I just threw the shit out of you,
and I can't get off and don't stop, yeah!
Well, I would remind you
that I'm only pretending to be tied up, so...
Oh, God, what if the kids die?
- I'm sorry? - What if the kids die
because we're high and I'm obsessively swatting you?
I'm sorry, is that... is that part of this,
or are you... I'm not...
No, I'm sorry. Is that, um... stupid?
Yes, I think so? I don't know.
So what now?
I mean, you know, you could...
You know...
I think the dominant party would be on the receiving end of that.
Nice try.
I actually read that a lot of women
find giving head very empowering.
Yeah, a man definitely concocted that bullshit.
Why don't you go back to the cave
and tell them we didn't fall for it.
Okay, so why don't we just have sex?
I mean, I think smoking weed and having sex
is pretty cool, by suburban-parent standards.
Hmm, whatever. Sure.
All right.
Geez. Oof!
Okay, you're gonna be quiet
and you're gonna stuff me like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Okay, now, that...
What? What?
I thought we were gonna stop
- peeping on people. - Emma and Lori walking together.
Emma and Lori.
Oh, God! Emma had a super-bad day!
- So? - She's gonna poison
or otherwise murder Lori.
Whoa, honey, honey, honey.
Okay, I think you established
that you might have the THC tolerance of a toddler.
- That feels nice. - Yeah?
Oh.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Geez. - I'm gonna go over there.
- What? - I'm gonna go over there just to make sure,
because she's made a lot of really fucked up decisions.
Okay, but don't... don't completely abandon
that fly-swatter thing. I kind of... like that.
All you, babe.
Oh, great. Okay.
I'll, uh...
I'll tend to my crying child...
while I'm super high
and midway through experimenting with light S&M.
Look.
It's Lady Carm-Carm?
You okay?
I don't think so.
I'm currently hallucinating that you and Lori Matherfield
are getting high on your porch.
Ooh, you want to join?
Or are you on your way to a performance?
Yeah, what the hell?
How much weirder can my night get?
What?
You don't want to know.
This is good. I am happy and relieved.
- This is good. - Hey.
I am happy and relieved.
This...
You moved out.
Hi.
Remember, you kind of got to pay rent
or give up the key, babe.
Already moved into my room, huh?
Um, I'm kidding.
Iz, you can by whenever you want...
more often, preferably.
Thanks.
Yay, right?
Yeah, it's my third.
They're all the same.
Jesus.
Ooh, uh...
Were you hoping for something different?
Mm, not when I bought them.
And now?
Well, um...
I know this is good,
and I'm happy and relieved,
or I am more profoundly fucked in the head than I thought.
So... this is good.
And I am happy...
and relieved.
Come here.
There's seriously something wrong with me.
I know.