Anne: Previously,
on "Workin' Moms:"
- Mhmm? (Coughs)
- Wow.
- Brenna's a snake smoker,
apparently--
- How about we all just get
together for dinner?
[Marcus] That's a great idea,
Lionel.
Mel: If you ever need anything
fixed, give me a call.
- I have hiring power.
- So you can get me a job?
- I can get you paid
until your back
on both feet again.
- Hey, how about I take you
to dinner?
- Don't you have plans?
- Not anymore.
♪♪♪
(Phone chimes)
♪♪♪
- (Laughs)
- Well... I see we have
a little visitor.
- Oh, I hope you don't mind,
I had to bring her.
My mom is in Palm Springs,
and I couldn't find a sitter.
Classic.
- Okay.
I have to say, it's good
to see you all of you here
together as a family.
- Yeah, it feels good.
- Well, maybe this
is an appropriate time
to talk about your future.
- Sure.
- Future?
Oh, like decision time?
- It could be, if you're ready,
you know, to...
- Shit or get off the pot.
- I wouldn't use that exact
terminology.
- Taking a shit would
be Nathan,
and getting off the pot
would be just about
anything else, right?
- What's happening?
- Look, I don't have an answer,
okay?
Nathan, you've been so patient.
And you make my life
so much better.
I just... how do I say it?
I'm... there's something
I need to do first.
- Something, or...
someone?
- No, a...
thing.
(Gulping)
(Footsteps thud)
- Mm! Ah.
Breakfast is so much faster
when you drink it.
- Try not to guzzle
your dinner tonight.
- Hey, about that.
I wanna make sure that
we are on the same page
for this evening.
- Yep. Brenna's a bad influence,
so her parents are coming over,
and we are going to crush them.
- Totally, totally.
But if I've learned anything,
it's that we need
to adopt the tenets
of conflict resolution.
- There's nothing to resolve.
Their daughter's a problem,
if she can't stop,
Alice can't see her anymore.
- Yes well, obviously we both
know that Brenna's the problem.
But her parents aren't
gonna accept that.
So, we just need to gently
coax them into understanding
that their daughter shares
some of the blame with Alice.
Then we can have an intelligent
conversation,
and both parties
leave satisfied.
- Fine. And then we crush them.
- Yes, like a clove of garlic
in the soup of friendship.
- Hi!
- Hi.
Sit down.
- Okay.
So, what's up?
- Well, I got a call from
head office this morning.
They were going
through payroll,
and found an irregularity,
which I can only assume
was done by you
while I was gone.
Did you hire an...
"offsite business boy?"
- Oh... yes.
I-I needed something done...
offsite.
- Jenny! Paying your ex,
who doesn't work here,
for a job that doesn't exist,
is stealing.
You've stolen
from this company!
- It- it... it's not.
See, the job does exist.
He does valuable stuff.
- Well, if he's so valuable,
why doesn't he come in?
- Well, offsite is just
in his title, so I...
- Jenny, if we're paying him,
he's gotta be here,
working effectively, today.
Or I'm gonna have to let
you go.
- (Groans) I...
(Kate groans)
- Kate! I've been trying
to reach you! Guess who...
- Look at this headline
that just came in!
"Tasteless Campaign
Saves Clinic."
Dana Fuckin' Brown!
- No, no, it's about Tru Air.
They're here for the meeting,
it got pushed up.
- Do you think they've seen
the article?
- So, we read the article.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, about that.
- Yeah, that free bleed thing?
It was pretty sick.
- Yeah, I had to take like,
breaks from reading it.
- The thing is that
the journalist, Dana Brown,
she sort of has it out for me.
- Yeah, she does,
I mean, brutal headline.
- Total click bait.
- Yeah, but then
she completely flips it.
- Flips it? You're saying
it's a good article?
(Aidan and Lisa laugh)
- Uh... (Laughs nervously)
- Kate, we loved
the Free Bleed campaign.
I mean, it was so in your face.
- It was like, raw,
uncooked, deal with it.
- Yeah, when I read it,
I screamed.
Didn't I scream, Aidan?
- She texted me in all caps.
- And so, we want to gauge your
interest about something.
- Gauge away.
- Well, Tru Air is starting
an executive class airline
for short haul flights.
So obviously we wanna set up
shop in Toronto,
because within an hour
you can be in Chicago,
New York, Montreal, Boston.
- And, to a lesser extent,
Ottawa.
But like, who cares?
- So, we need an innovative
campaign to tell
business travelers why
they should choose Tru Air,
over some discount
propeller plane.
- You know, someone
who knows the box, but...
doesn't give a shit
about the box.
- We think that could be you.
- Holy crap.
- Rosie. So um...
that could be something
I'm interested in, yeah.
- Okay, so we need you
in New York tonight
to pitch to our CEO.
- Tonight?
- No problem.
- Rose!
- I actually have
my kids tonight...
um, but I can find a sitter.
or I could just give 'em
a couple knives,
and let the best man win.
I'll be there, I'm gonna go.
Adian: Cool.
- See, there's your problem.
These hinges are all loose.
- Oh!
- Like somebody's been
slamming them shut.
- Really? Hmm.
I'll just tighten these up,
and you're good to go.
- I can't tell you how much
I appreciate this.
Can I get you a beer?
- Sure.
- (Giggles)
- Thank you.
[Joseph] Mom?
- Oh no.
- Oh.
- Boys!
- Where's all the cereal?
- Oh, don't you don't remember?
You devoured two boxes
yesterday.
- You were supposed to buy more!
- Yeah! We're starving!
Wait. What are you wearing?
- Yeah, what's with
all this makeup?
- Ahem.
- And who are you?
- Ah, this is Mel.
He's helping fix things
around the house
you've damaged.
- Nice to meet you boys.
- Hmph. This your beer, Mel?
I'm gonna drink this.
- No, Joseph! No!
- He's drinking
your whole beer!
- Gaaah! Catch.
- (Laughs)
- Did it look cool?
- Yeah.
- It felt cool.
- Yeah?
(Boys chortle and holler)
(Door slams)
- Cute kids.
- Oh, I am so sorry.
I just, I-I don't know
what to do with them.
- You know, I've known
a few boundary pushing boys
in my day.
Mind if I have a word?
- She sent you a photo of what?
(Knocking)
- Well...
- You boys aren't pieces
of shit, are you?
Because I met two garbage
boys a minute ago.
And that lady upstairs,
she's an angel.
- Hah!
- So come on,
let's try this again.
- Hey buddy, why don't
you try this again?
(All laugh)
- Oh, I see.
- Ah...
- You boys know about
the human body, don't you?
- What?
- Every muscle and bone
are connected.
And in that way it works
like a family.
So if one bone is disconnected,
the entire body hurts.
Just like a family.
- Who the fuck is this guy?
- I understand you boys
are going through a phase.
I get it.
But if you boys are wanna push
somebody's boundaries...
- What the fuck you doing?
- Push mine,
because I don't have any.
Aah! Aaaah! Aaah!
Boys: Whoa! Oh!
- Aaaaah!
Boys: Ohhh God!
- Oh my God!
What?
- Yeah, yeah.
You see this?
This is you two.
And if you boys don't
get back in place,
there's gonna be a lot of pain.
- Ohhh.
- Ugh!
- So what am I even supposed
to be doing here?
- Your job is to pretend like
you know how to do things,
so I can keep my job.
Other than that,
just stay out of the way,
and don't bother anyone.
So this is your desk.
- Why does everybody else
get a computer, and I don't?
- You want a computer,
this is your computer.
(Chair rattles, screws clatter)
- My chair is broken.
- So fix it!
♪♪♪
(Kids laugh and shout)
(Door slams)
- Hey Dana, I saw your
latest article.
- I know, I'm sorry,
journalists don't get to choose
their own headlines.
- I-I really needed the good
press today actually,
so, thank you.
- That was all you.
That Free Bleed was badass.
- Nice chop! Charlie could
learn a thing or two.
- Too soon.
- Sorry.
- If that had happened
to Charlie, I'd have freaked.
- No, it's all good.
- (Laughs) Sorry, man.
- Thank you, bye.
- Bye.
(Car door slams)
- (Sighs)
(Phone rings)
Hey, Mike, it's me.
Um, sorry again for flaking
the other day,
something came up,
and anyway, I got some news.
and I would love your thoughts.
(Horn honks) Oh!
Uh... I'm going!
(Horn honks)
Anyway, give me a call,
you big boner.
- Uh, say it.
- You say it.
- No, what are you--
- Ahem!
- Sorry, mom.
- Yeah, sorry.
- Now say it like you mean it.
[Boys] (In unison) Sorry.
- Sorry for what?
- Disrespecting you.
- Pissing in the garden.
- Oh! Thank you, boys!
- Go, go, go, go, go!
- Little squirrels.
How did you--
- It's nothing.
Some people just need
a little... persuading.
- Oh my, your thumb.
- This, it's just an old
hockey injury, it...
See? Ah-ah.
- I do it all the time.
- Oh.
- Don't tell them.
- I... (Inhales deeply)
♪♪♪
♪ Got them big boots ♪
♪ To match my stride ♪
- I fixed the chair.
♪ That's how I ride ♪
♪ Baby when you get hit
do this jive ♪
(Door rattles)
- You're stuck.
- I know.
- Hang on a second.
There we go.
- Wow, thanks, Ian.
- No problem.
- Between this
and the espresso machine,
everything's falling apart.
- I can fix that, too.
- Really?
- Sure.
- Great.
- Awesome.
- See you round.
- Okay.
[Jenny] Okay, yeah,
thank you so much.
Alright, bye.
Okay...
(Keys click)
(Low hum of chatter, laughter)
- Hmm.
(Employees laugh and chatter)
[Ian] One expresso for you.
There we go.
And who wants--hey, we were
just talking about you!
Expresso?
- These cups are so small,
I can make you one, too.
(Machine rattles)
Uh... okay.
- It's "espresso," with an "s!"
Everybody out!
- With an "s"
maybe if I'm Italian.
- Jenny, what the hell?
I-I just fixed that.
- I didn't bring you here
to make friends,
I brought you here to work.
So just go back to your desk.
Be the business boy
I hired you to be,
and stop lowering productivity!
Just, party's over!
(Pages rustle)
- This sucks.
We get the basement,
and our parents are upstairs
with wine?
- I love that they think you're
this bad influence on me.
- I know! Your Mom's intense.
She's totally freaking out.
- She has my Dad completely
whipped.
- Oh my God, she totally does.
Same with my Mom.
She's whipped my Dad for sure.
- Do you wanna spy on them?
- Why?
- They spy on us,
go through our things.
(Brenna chuckles)
- Let's spy on them.
- Are you aware that
your daughter's
completely manipulative?
- No, she isn't.
- We don't think that, either.
- Good.
(Oven timer dings)
- Hey, let's put a pin in that,
because the feast is ready!
Who's ready for some ah,
braised-ah lamb shanks!
- We're vegetarians.
- Of course you are.
- Shit!
(Silverware clinks)
- There's something
in there, look.
I bet it's like,
a secret stash of drugs.
(Both laugh)
(Clatters)
(Rattles)
- (Gasps)
(Doorbell chimes)
- Ah, Jesus.
- Hi! We gotta talk.
- Oh!
- Okay. Hi, guys.
- Come on, buddy.
- Oh my gosh. Yeah.
Oh! So... ah!
A big opportunity
just landed in my lap.
You know Tru Air?
- Um, the airline, yeah.
- Yes! So they are actually
considering me
to create and run a campaign
for them here in Canada,
because they're expanding,
do you know how massive
that would be?
- That's amazing, you would be
perfect for that.
- I know, right? So, the pitch
is tomorrow in New York.
I'd fly out tonight,
so if you could actually
watch the kids, then...
- Kate, I'm sorry,
but I cannot take the kids.
- Why not?
- I-I have to be in court
tomorrow morning,
and I'll be up all night
prepping,
and I still have to get
Charlie's Halloween
costume together, I haven't
bought any of the supplies,
or anything, I mean,
can't you call Val?
Or your sister?
- No, I tried them,
I tried everybody!
I thought you would be...
- I'm sorry.
Kate, I just can't.
I really wish I could,
I do, but...
- I understand.
- Thank you for all your work
you've put in today.
It was like being on
"Queer Eye,"
but with a straight guy.
- (Laughs)
It was no sweat.
Oh, I um, hope you don't mind,
I set up your speakers
so you can play music
from your phone.
- You didn't have to do that.
- Here, let me show you.
(R&B music plays)
♪♪♪
- (Giggles)
Well, you are just fixing
everything today.
- Well, not quite everything.
There is still something
that needs tending to.
(Boys chatter)
- What are you guys doing?
- Uh, nothing.
- We-the music!
Wired in now, so...
There. Sound system.
(Hip hop plays)
Go to your rooms.
- What?
- Now! Go to your rooms!
(Loud music plays)
[Both] Good song.
- Mmm...
It's fall-off-the-bone.
How are your greens?
- How do you think they are?
- Okay, well,
if you finish those,
there's a bowl of ice cream
in it for you.
- I'm not a child.
- You know what,
this is ridiculous!
You seriously think that
Brenna's manipulating Alice?
- I'm sorry, but Alice
wasn't wearing butt floss
before Brenna came along!
- Excuse me!
The thong was your kid's idea!
All right?
I seriously think she needs
to be examined
by a professional!
- I am a professional!
- Oh, a professional what?!
[Marcus] I don't think you're
really qualified to deal with--
(Gunshot pops)
- What was that?
- Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Oh!
Oh my God! What?!
What the hell
is wrong with you?!
You could've killed her!
- Is that a gun?!
Is that a real gun?!
- No, that's not a real gun.
Shit! Is that a real gun?!
Where did you get this?
- What the hell is going on
around here?!
- Brenna made me do it,
I swear!
- What? No, I didn't!
(Alice sobs)
- Baby, baby...
- You leave a weapon lying
around for our children
to play with?!
- Gaaaah!
- Lionel!
[Marcus] Oh! Ah! Oh!
- I'm a weapon! I'm a weapon!
- Ah! Ah! What the hell?!
- We are leaving,
we going to go.
And you, you keep your family
away from mine!
Come on, let's go.
Get out.
- (Sighs)
(Gun clatters)
(Sighs deeply)
(Deep exhale)
- Food's almost here, buddy.
Ahhh...
(Sighs)
(Sighs heavily)
Fuck.
(Phone rings, knock at door)
Oh, dinner's here.
(Groans)
- Go. Go to New York.
[Lisa] Lisa here.
- Holy...
- Hey, buddy.
- What about-what about
your court case?
- I talked to the judge,
she changed the dates.
Take the opportunity.
- Oh my God!
Nathan...
- I just need one thing.
You gotta take care of
Charlie's Halloween costume.
Deal?
- Pfft! Yes!
I can take care of his costume,
I'm all over it!
- Well, kick some ass.
I'll grab the kids' things,
and I'll get out of your hair,
okay?
- Thank you!
♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪
♪ You know the one when ♪
♪ You've got that somethin' ♪
♪ That I have always wanted ♪
♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪
♪ You know the one ♪
- Kate.
- You're right there.
- Yeah, here I am.
- Uh, how did you-did you know
I was gonna be on this flight?
- What? No.
- Oh, I didn't actually
think that you...
- No, I'm pitching Tru Air.
Like you, I presume?
- Ah. Thanks.
I didn't know you were up
for it.
- Yeah, it was all
kind of last minute,
but you don't say no
to an airline.
- No, you don't. So...
you feel ready for it?
- No, I don't feel ready, Kate,
I am ready.
- Oh boy.
- (Chuckles) You?
- Oh yeah, you kidding?
I was built for this.
Wake up early, light breakfast,
just run that pitch to death.
- You have that drink after.
- Oh, let me guess, with you?
- Did they put you up
at the Rococo?
- Mhmm, you too?
- Hmm.
- At least one of us
will get the job.
- Yeah, I guess so.
May the best woman win.
♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪
♪ You know the one when... ♪