[Anne] Previously on
"Workin' Moms"...
- Take away our clinic,
you take away our tampons!
- This is such a brilliant
idea.
- Oh hey, look alive.
- Hi, Priya Rajvath,
Source Toronto News.
Wow, this is intense.
- I would smash his camera
and his precious fancy
photography gear.
- Let's explore that fantasy.
- You mean these?
Don't worry. I will get rid.
- No, come on,
you don't have to do that.
- Oh. Ah!
- Hey Val, how you feelin'?
- Stop worrying about me, Kate.
I'm fine.
Just a little acid up the butt.
I'm done trippin'
[Gasps]
- Mhmm...
I think I'm gonna drop Ella off
with my mom today.
Oh shit, I totally forgot,
I'm supposed to meet
the landlord here.
- Oh, don't worry, I'll stick
around to make sure
he doesn't slack on the job.
- Oh really? Thank you!
- No problem.
You know, that work should've
been done months ago.
Nothing tugs at my nips
like a lazy landlord!
- Mm, I hear ya.
- I'll see ya tonight?
Oh, and, for the road?
- No-- Thank you.
Val, you're incredible.
Which makes this conversation
a little bit difficult.
Um...
So look, I'm not gonna need
you to...
- Not another word.
The time has come.
You're ready to handle
the nights on your own.
- Yeah.
Or at least try.
- Hold on, I've got something
in my purse for the kids.
A memento from my time
as their sweet dreams chaperone.
- Oh really? Oh.
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- You're welcome.
Press the button.
- There's a... there is.
[Scratchy recording of Val]
♪ Twinkle Twinkle ♪
♪ Little star ♪
♪ How I wonder what you are ♪
- You know what?
The kids are just gonna, um...
they're gonna cherish this.
How do I make it stop?
- You don't.
It's continuous.
♪♪♪
- Holy shit... oh!
[Cell phone buzzes]
Oh. Rosie!
[Rosie] Kate, you did it.
You saved the clinic.
The campaign was just awesome!
The free bleed, the whole
crotch bombing graffiti thing!
- Yeah, I hired this art school
kid who goes by "The Puke"
to hit a couple posters
in the subway,
now it's got a life of its own.
[Rosie] You've inspired a league
of renegade
menstrual justice warriors!
- I, I don't even know
what that is,
but I do know that
I've counted like,
six fresh crotches
this morning,
and I know they're not ours,
'cause The Puke's in Berlin.
[Rosie] Oh, I should've trusted
your judgment.
I may have acted
a little rashly.
[Woman] Order's up!
[Rosie] Okay, I am not bussing
that table!
Kate, any chance I could
get my job back?
Oh, thank God, Rosie,
because honestly,
you mean so much to...
oh my God, they got Frankie.
That was a lot.
[Cars rumble, horn honks]
♪♪♪
- [Sighs heavily]
[Sharply indrawn breath]
- You okay?
- Oh!
I can't handle all this puking.
It's like an ab workout,
minus the gym.
- Or like a sea cruise
minus the sea,
minus the boat,
the all-you-can-eat shrimp.
- Oh...
- Well, I've prepared
a first trimester
breakfast of champions:
chipped ice and a spoon.
- This is perfect. Thank you.
- I mean, no problem.
Because I actually love you.
- Yeah.
- No, I love you.
[Ice rattles]
Like I'm, I'm in love with you.
- What?
- Oh wow, you don't feel
the same way?
No, no, no, no, no,
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!
I know, I know,
you wanna be single.
This was such a breach
of our friendship.
Oh, why did I do that?
[Sighs heavily]
♪♪♪
♪ Wait before I wake ♪
- God, you're into it?
What? That's the best.
That's the best!
♪ In this place
before and ever after ♪
♪ Nobody does it like you ♪
- I love you, too.
- Come here.
Muah! Mm...
[Sighs contentedly]
- There's something
I wanna show you.
[Door latch clicks,
door creaks open]
- Wow!
Um...
that's...
that's a nice touch, yeah.
- What do you think?
- What a beautiful crossery.
- Nursery.
- Wait, what did I say?
- Uh, I think you said crossery?
- Did I?
- Thanks for coming back.
- Well, you called me enough.
I mean, you're worse
than my ex,
He's been texting me
like crazy.
- Okay, about that, I didn't
tell you to smash his stuff.
Okay, we were playing out
some fantasy scenarios,
and look, the point is that
you need to completely
disengage from this person.
He's a danger to you.
- Yeah, no shit.
He's been threatening me,
saying all sorts
of crazy stuff.
So, I went over there
to talk to him.
- You what?
- And I...
I found something.
- Holy shit, Georgia,
why did you take that?
- I don't know, in case
he uses it on me.
I was afraid to take it
to the cops
because of what I did
to his stuff,
but I can't take it home
because it's a fucking gun!
- Okay. It's okay,
just leave it with me.
- Thank you. You're like,
my guardian angel.
[Drawer rattles, thunks shut]
I wish you were my mom.
- Well, I'm like,
10 years older than you.
- Really? But I'm 20.
- Okay, let's, let's just keep
going here, okay?
♪♪♪
[Traffic rumbles]
- Excuse me,
are you a farm animal?
No grazing at your desk.
And that better not be
a personal call!
[Book thunks]
Put the book away!
You're late, Gary.
- A new barista
screwed up my order,
and spelled my name
with an "ie."
- Well, there's coffee
in the staff kitchen.
- Well, not espresso.
The machine's been broken
for months.
- Uh Jenny, can I speak to you?
- Hmm. Ooh, ooh!
I have an idea!
Uh, if you love espresso
so much,
maybe you should just go take
the stupid barista's job.
Yeah?
So, what's up?
- Well, I gotta say,
you've been making a real
impact as manager.
Even better than Laura.
And everybody's just
way more productive.
- Hmm, well thank you, Marvin.
Yeah, it's basically all
about communication.
- Well, I mean, the staff
kinda hate you, but...
you know, we never had
these kind of numbers before,
so keep it up.
Um... look,
I need to take some time off,
so um,
since you've been running
things so smoothly,
I thought that I could get out
of town for a couple of days.
- Okay, you're not going
to some gay comic book thing,
are you? [Laughs]
- Do not use gay
as a pejorative, Jenny!
And yes, I am.
So I'm leaving you in charge
for the rest of the week.
You'll handle payroll,
but it's not a big deal.
- Oh so...
I'll be the boss?
- Yeah.
- Oh, do I get to sit
in your office?
- Uh, sure.
- Can I fire Gary?
- Why?
- Uh, well, he's stalking me.
- Is he?
- Yeah, he wishes!
- Are you taking this
seriously?
- Yes! Yes, fine.
[Clears throat] I will do
your boring job.
[Lighter clicks, flame hisses]
[Chair creaks]
- Howdy, Steve.
- Kate!
[Chuckles]
Well, I just got back
from Calgary.
Listen, I- met with some
folks from the Stampede,
Stanton's gonna sponsor
a chuckwagon
in the derby next year.
- Cool!
- I love it out west.
- Yeah?
- Oh, I love the vibe.
Everyone's wearing cowboy hats,
and I'd like to get
that goin' here.
- Mhm. So look,
so I brought the artwork
with the changes you requested.
- Oh, oh yeah.
Hey, I heard you saved
that hooker hospital.
- Hooker hospital?
You mean the women's clinic.
- Listen, I've been in business
for 40 years.
You think I don't know how,
how charity works?
[Inhales deeply]
Oh, I donate.
[Coughs]
I donate money to all kinds
of crap,
not because I'm Jesus,
but because I know
how to play the game.
Speaking of which,
you familiar with Lotus Flower?
- Uh, the yoga pants company.
- Right, right. Jared Percy,
CEO of Lotus Flower,
well he, he is downward dog
in a pile of doo-doo
for giving a chubby airline
attendant a hard time.
- No, thank you.
- You haven't heard
the offer yet.
- I'm not interested.
- I told him that you could
help him out.
- Well, you sh-shouldn't have.
- I shouldn't have?
[Grunts]
Kate, Kate, Kate.
You know what, I introduced
you to MOOD as an ally,
and you have benefitted
from my endorsement,
so I think you owe me one.
- I don't.
I don't owe you anything.
I'm sorry, truly,
but I'm... a businesswoman.
I, I'm not a friend of MOOD.
- Ha, right! Yeah,
genius businesswoman.
You've got one real client,
and it's Stanton,
so you can't afford
to disappoint me.
- Yeah.
You're right.
But I'm going to anyway.
I quit.
- Uh, what?
Bitch!
Don't validate her parking!
[Knocking]
[Door opens]
- Oh hi, uh, you're not Kate.
- Oh, I wish!
Valerie Szalinsky.
You must be the landlord.
And you're late.
- Is she subletting
this place to you?
- Oh, I happen to be
Kate Foster's BFF.
And I won't see the dignity
of a hardworking,
single mother compromised
by a slum lord like yourself.
- Whoa, slum lord?
Now, hold on a second.
- Oh, I would hold on,
if I had the time,
but I don't,
too many things to fix!
Now try to keep up.
[Door creaks, slams shut]
[Tools rattle]
- Ah. Ah.
[Tools rattle]
[Clanking]
That should about do it.
- Oh! Hold on a second, there.
Are you sure you tightened
all the appropriate nuts?
[Water splashes]
- Yep, no more leak.
Just looking out for my friend.
- Oh!
Thank you.
Well, she's lucky to have you.
- Well, I'm sure your wife
appreciates all your handiwork
at home?
- [Chuckles]
Never been married.
- Oh.
- Never found the right fit.
- Well, take your time.
Otherwise you might wake up
one day and wonder
what happened to your partner,
and your sock drawer.
- Sock drawer?
- He left me,
and he took all my socks.
- Oh, well, if you
don't mind me saying,
he must be crazy
to have left you.
- [Laughs]
Oh, you've got big hands.
- Oh, yeah.
You wouldn't wanna share
a popcorn with me.
- Well, I wouldn't make
any assumptions.
- [Chuckles] I am pretty good
on the keys.
- A musician, huh.
What else do you do?
- Landlord,
and general contractor.
If you ever need
anything fixed...
gimme a call.
- Hmm. Mel Boyd.
- [Chuckles]
[Door creaks, slams]
- [Sniffs deeply, exhales]
[Birds chirp, traffic rumbles]
[Papers rustle]
- I want Anne Carlson.
- Okay, do you have
an appointment?
- No. Just tell me
where she is.
That bitch told my ex
to destroy my fucking life.
$20 grand worth of photography
equipment!
No! Hey! Carlson knows
what she did to me,
because she told her
to fucking do it!
Now I know that Georgia
was here today,
so where is she?!
- Calm down, or I'll...
- Leave her alone!
Iris, go!
- What the fuck?
Are you Dr. Carlson?
- You will leave Georgia alone,
and you will never set foot
in this place again,
or I will report you and this
gun to the authorities!
- Is that my fucking gun?
Gimme that!
- This is self-defence!
Go!
- Uh huh.
[Panting heavily]
- [Shaky sigh]
[Grunts]
♪ Push me off the deep end ♪
♪ Just to see how I swim ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Keep my head above water ♪
♪ Oh, would I give in ♪
Mike: Kate?
[Kate] Oh, hi.
- Hi, I got your call.
Is everything okay?
I just dumped Steve Malk,
and told him MOOD
could kiss my ass.
- [Laughs] You actually
said that?
- Yeah, granted he was wearing
a cowboy hat.
The whole thing felt very
high-noon, wild west.
- Aren't they your only source
of income right now?
- Mhm. But it felt so good
to work for that clinic,
you know?
- Mhmm.
- I wanna find more clients
that I believe in.
Speaking of, do you have
any leads
that don't directly
conflict with...
- [Clears throat]
You're looking for a handout.
- [Scoffs]
You know, you can be
a real asshole.
- [Sighs]
Ah...
I'm not an asshole.
- Yeah?
- No.
- You sure about that?
- Positive.
- Then prove it,
asshole.
♪♪♪
[Both chuckle]
♪♪♪
Headmaster: As you know,
our big Hallows Eve celebration
is just around the corner,
and every year, we ask...
Mrs. Foster, perhaps you'd like
to be in charge of attendance,
and by that, I mean your own.
- Fair enough.
- Once again,
Hallows Eve celebration
is just around the corner,
and every year
we ask our parents
just to help make it
special and memorable
for our toddlers.
- Our toddlers won't even
remember this event.
[Children laugh and holler]
[Traffic rumbles]
[Loud engine roars]
[Engine shuts off]
- Hey.
Thanks for dropping her off.
- Yeah, no problem.
Can I talk to you for a second?
- Uh, sure.
Alice, do you wanna just
give us a minute?
- So, any incidents to report?
Suspicious diarrhea?
Shoplifting?
Catch 'em doing body shots?
- Uh, no this is a little
awkward.
- Okay.
- We found a thong in Brenna's
underwear drawer.
- A thong?
Wow, she's 12,
you might wanna have
a little check-in
about age-appropriate
underwear.
- Well, we think she got it
from Alice.
- [Laughs] Alice,
come on in, honey.
Alice doesn't own a thong,
and if she did,
she wouldn't share it
with a friend,
because that's super gross.
- What the hell, mom?
- See?
Full transparency, full butt.
- Okay. Well uh, we'll just
talk to Brenna about it.
- Great, fantastic!
- It's 2019, you can't just
pull someone's pants down!
[Knocking]
- [Knocking]
- [Jenny] Ian!
[Knocking]
- [Waking] Oh.
[Floorboards creak]
Oh boy.
Hi.
- Oh my God. What happened?
- Drove over my foot.
- What?
- Yeah. Huh!
They gave me the painkillers
in the emergency room
at the hospital.
Oh! I can't feel any pain.
Like in my foot,
or in my emotions.
Which is good, considering
my life is screwed.
- Oh, don't be so dramatic.
- Well, I can't work
with a busted foot,
and I can't claim worker's comp
either,
because it was off-hours.
And then there's the other car.
I thought I was broke before,
but now I'm pretty much dead.
Ah...
you look good.
- Thanks.
I'm higher status at work now,
so I have to dress like it.
- Oh boy. I gotta take
another pill.
I can feel feelings again.
[Pills rattle]
- Look, this new position
at work
means I'm basically
in charge of everything,
including payroll,
so technically,
I have hiring power.
So you can get me a job?
- No, Ian, not actually,
but I can get you paid until
you're back on both feet again.
No one will even notice.
- Well, normally you know
how I feel about lying,
but right now,
all I feel is this...
full-body hum.
- Okay, I'm ordering food
and looking after you both.
Eleanor: So are you coming,
or what?
- Yeah, thanks, mom,
I'll be there in about 20
if you wanna have Ella
ready to go.
- Tick, tock.
Man: Oh! Ohhh...
- Fuck!
Eleanor: Kate?
- Call you back, mom.
[Man groaning]
Oh my God. What happened?
What is it... Forest?!
Oh my God! Oh my God,
what happened?
- I found you. I was...
I was looking all over
the place for you.
The office, the cereal
restaurant, I got you!
- Okay.
You should keep your voice down,
what's goin' on?
- You thought I was stupid.
- What? No!
- I know what happened now.
You manipulated me with
your sex and breasts,
and basically forced me
to quit my job.
- That is not true,
and you know it!
What is going on?
Why are you so drunk?
- I'm celebrating.
I just filed a sexual
harassment suit
against you bud.
[Retches]
- Why would you do that?
Oh! It's all cereal
and pico de gallo!
Get outta here! Shoo! Go!
Hi. I thinks there's
a salmonella.
Bad romaine.
Son of a bitch!
[Skateboard thuds]
[Traffic rumbles]
[Lionel] Okay, everyone
clear your plates!
Alice? Alice?! Alice!
Oh! Just...
Hey, careful with that!
♪♪♪
[Vent closes]
♪♪♪
[Door shuts]
- Hey, just so you know,
the rest of the pork chops
are in the fridge.