It was my lucky day when I met you on the 151 bus.
Yeah. I got to thank that shirtless crackhead
who scared you into sitting next to me.
Yo, look,
I know it's last-minute, but, you know,
there's an art walk tonight, you trying to go?
- Sure. - Yeah?
Then maybe after we could get drinks?
Oh, like at your place?
Has to be. I don't get paid till Friday.
- Mmm. - All right, see you.
Interesting. An art walk in Uptown.
On your right, the Picasso sculpture,
and on your left, a urine-stained mattress.
Well, I'm hoping that art walk turns into an art hangout
which leads to an art let's-take-our-pants-off.
Hey, kid, you ready for tonight?
What you talking about?
The Hawks are playing the Redwings.
If we win, we're in the playoffs.
- Oh, that's tonight. - Yeah!
Oh, listen, it's gonna be a cold one, so I thought
I'd make a little fire and make some hot chocolate.
I know, dairy doesn't agree with you,
but I got that soy milk that you love. Huh?
Damn. Dude needs a girlfriend, man.
Looks like he's got one.
Ha!
Hey, look, Arthur, man, I-I can't watch the game.
What?
Oh, how are we gonna win if we don't wear our lucky jerseys?
And rub the gnome's belly?
Arthur, listen, the thing is,
I already made plans with Nadine, okay?
And I was kind of hoping that she and I would rub bellies.
- I'm-I'm sorry for flaking. - That's all right.
Just be more hot chocolate for me.
Hot chocolate does sound good.
You talking about the drink or Nadine?
Tush! There you are. You left something
in the coat that you dropped off at my dry cleaners.
Really, Tush?
You don't seem a dry cleaning kind of guy.
Fawz and I bartered.
I did a little animal show for his niece's birthday.
Unfortunately, one of the mice gave birth,
and then the snake ate the babies...
So there were some tears.
But that's the circle of life! Which I then sang.
Needless to say, someone's not gonna forget turning five.
And thank you.
A check for $600. You know, you should cash that.
I'm sure Elizabeth Miller would appreciate that.
You're right, I will.
And it's dated from two months ago.
For someone living check to check,
this sure is a curious oversight.
Well, this was fun. I gotta go.
Oh, my God, is that Bruce Springsteen?
Bruce?
That was a Dominican woman wearing a bandana.
Something fishy is going on here.
I've seen every episode of a little show called
CSI Colon Crime Scene Investigation...
so I know when information is being kept from me.
Like how to say the name of a TV show?
Leave it alone, Fawz. It's none of our business.
I'm a businessman, Maya. Everything is my business.
Stop talking!
Randy, we didn't say nothing.
No, it's not you. My mom's in town.
I've been holding that in since breakfast.
All she wants to do is shop.
We went to T.J.Maxx, then we went to Marshalls.
It's the same store.
Oh, no, but you love your mom.
Yeah, I do.
And I think she's been really lonely ever since my dad died.
Mm-hmm.
So I'm trying to spend more time with her.
Randy, honey, I've got great news!
Ross Dress for Less has just opened up
a new store on the corner.
Oh, that is great, Mom.
I've been looking for something flammable in a primary color.
Do I hear Helen DeLuca?
Oh!
- Arthur, oh, my! - Look at you.
Well, Florida's been treating you well.
Oh, thanks.
This place is so filled with memories.
I can just picture Leo sitting over here at this table.
Yep, there he was, whiling away the day, eating donuts.
Yes, and now his daughter carries that torch.
Hey, listen, I'm gonna get you a cup of coffee,
and, uh, we'll catch up, all right?
Oh, that, I'd love it, I'd love it.
Uh, Randy, honey, what about our shopping spree?
I was gonna get you a bathing suit.
With a skirt. It's time, honey, it's time.
It's like she forgets I have a gun.
It's okay, Mom. We got all week to shop.
Yo, Arthur... Helen seems pretty dope.
Yeah, she's a barrel of laughs.
We all had such great times together.
Yeah?
Hey, Helen! You like the Blackhawks?
Oh, I love 'em! Arthur,
remember we went to Flannigan's to watch all the games?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Is that place still around?
Yeah, it's still there. Except Flannigan's dead.
His son shot him, it's a tragic story.
Hey, why don't you two watch the game together tonight?
Oh, that sounds like fun.
Great! It's a date.
Okay.
Hey, Randy, come here. Guess what.
So, your mom and Arthur are gonna watch the Hawks game
tonight at Flannigan's.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
That's incredible. I get a night alone.
In my pajamas.
- Drinking a bottle of wine. - Mm-hmm.
Maybe two.
Maybe no pajamas.
You add in some Drake and a couple weed lollipops,
and you just described my night with Nadine, yeah.
Well, the plot thickens.
Look what else I found in Tush's pocket.
A book of matches from the Palmer House Hotel.
So... $600 from a lady. Fancy hotel.
Conclusion: Tush is a gigolo.
Fawz, you are out of your mind.
I don't mean to body-shame, but there is no way
that Tush is a gigolo.
Yeah, he's more jiggly than gigolo.
We all know he is not shy about his gigs.
The man modeled adult diapers and bragged about it.
What could be so embarrassing that he would
keep it from his friends?
You really need to stop prying.
With an attitude like that, I have half a mind
to take you off this case.
Arthur, aren't you meeting Helen soon?
Yeah, in 20 minutes.
Well, shouldn't you get dressed?
I am dressed. I'm fine.
No, you look like a Jewish scarecrow.
Hmm?
Or like a two-star Uber driver.
I get it, I get it, I get it.
Well, I'm just saying, man, I just want you to look nice for your date.
No. Date? No.
Helen's an old friend of mine, you can't call this a date.
All right, well, let me ask you something:
- you gonna pick her up? - Sure.
- You gonna hold the door for her? - Of course.
- Will you pay for dinner? - Oh, my God, it's a date.
Listen, I can't go on a date looking like this.
- Yeah. - Can you help me pick out an outfit?
Yeah! Yeah, all right, sure.
Okay, that's great.
Did he just lock us in?
Let's make a pact:
if things go south, we eat that guy first.
I haven't dated in 50 years.
So what am I supposed to do? Come on, help me.
I got you.
Oh, my God, why do you have so many visors, man?
Are you an old Korean lady?
Come on, I'm so nervous.
I'm sweating in places I didn't powder this morning.
Look, uh, maybe it's a bad idea.
Arthur, this is gonna be great. All right?
And I saw you checking out Helen
when she was walking out the door.
I was admiring her scarf.
Okay, I was looking at her butt.
Look, it's Helen and me. I mean, this is weird.
I was best man at her wedding.
Is that where you wore this?
Or were you a pallbearer at Papa Smurf's funeral?
Come on, Arthur.
Don't you think it'd be good for you
to have a lady in your life?
Yes, I guess so, yeah.
Oh, hey.
How about this?
Hmm. Part Sam Jackson, part Pepe Le Pew.
I can work with this.
All right, my bad.
Just gonna grab my phone and we can bounce.
Uh, so, how did you leave your phone in your boss' bedroom?
Well, it ain't like that. I put it down when I was
helping him squeeze into a pair of pants.
That wasn't any better.
All right. Mwah. I'll be right back.
Hey!
What the hell, kid?
Came here to get my phone!
Oh! That was your phone?
You might want to delete the photos.
You don't have to knock.
Yes, I do.
Oh, come on, please, you hardly saw anything.
Mm-hmm. You got a birthmark on your back
in the shape of Florida.
Okay, you saw everything.
Yo, so what happened last night?
I thought y'all were just hanging out at Flannigan's.
Yeah, we... well, we were having a couple of drinks
and, uh, talking about old times.
And then I asked her back for a nightcap.
Next thing I knew, we were spooning
on top of the heating pad.
Good for you!
Yeah! Well, it was kind of nice.
All right, so what happens next, 50 Shades of Gray?
When are you gonna see her again?
I'd like to.
But, you know, I haven't dated in so many years.
You know, wha-what I am supposed to do, huh?
Call her? Send her flowers?
No, man, just send her a text!
- Really? Oh, okay. - Yeah.
Just send a... a text.
Okay, so what do I, what do I say?
Um, something flirty but noncommittal.
Like, "Hey, what you doin'?"
Which can be interpreted as, "Hey, what you doin'?"
Or like you're doing something nasty, like
"Hey, what you doin'?"
What next?
Um, "You had fun last night? Let's chill again."
- Ooh. - Eggplant emoji.
- Just do it, just do it. Yeah, yeah. - Okay.
Now send! Yep! There we go.
That sounds perfect.
Except you just sent it to me.
- Give me your phone. - Ah.
Look at this, it's been a couple of hours,
she hasn't even responded.
Give her some time. Maybe she can't work a phone.
We've texted before.
Maybe I should've called her.
Hmm? I don't come across in a text.
All my sexy is in my voice.
What a night.
I had five wonderful hours without my mother.
Which should add about three months to my life.
Well, lucky for you, you might
be having some more mom-free nights.
What are you talking about?
Oh, you don't know? Well, apparently,
your mom and Arthur's hockey date
went into overtime.
Huh?
He shot, he scored.
- Oh, my God. - Uh-huh.
- My mother? - Uh-huh.
- And Arthur? - Uh-huh!
Oh, hey, Randy...
Hi, Arthur.
Heard that you and my mom had a fun night.
Ah, uh, oh. Yeah, listen,
I know this is kind of weird for you, but...
No. Actually, it's not weird.
I-I'm okay with it, I-I'm happy for you.
Oh, really? Well, okay, all right. Thank you.
Yeah. It's actually pretty exciting.
Means I might be getting a new dad.
Oh, come on. Very funny.
Yeah, maybe this weekend we could watch Frozen.
Oh, all right, all right, all right.
I'm gonna go meet Mom to do some more shopping.
Oh! Speaking of shopping.
For Christmas I'd really like a pony.
Oh, get out of here.
Ooh, that's a text.
It's in my back pocket.
- Okay. - Yeah.
I'm, I-I'm all glazed up.
It's all good. Oh!
It's from Helen.
- Ah, ah, ah. - Yeah.
"Dear Arthur.
"Thank you for the texts.
The game was fun last night."
Oh.
Ooh...
"But I don't think hanging out is a good idea."
"Last night was a mistake."
"Sincerely yours, Helen DeLuca"
Enough dings.
Oh, no, this is from your cell phone provider.
Uh, you used up all your texts for the month.
Ugh. I'm worried about Tush.
Don't believe Pretty Woman.
Not every customer is Richard Gere.
You really think he's a prostitute?
Shh! Here he comes.
Don't say "sex."
Afternoon.
- Morning. - Intercourse.
Tush, we have a brochure for you.
It's called "Getting Out of the Game."
Game? What are you talking about?
You know. How you put on the red light?
You think I'm a prostitute?
How else could you earn such a big check?
It is the only explanation.
It's from my ex-wife.
Except for that.
That's who Elizabeth Miller is?
Formerly Liz Tushinski.
She pays me alimony.
We got divorced after I lost my job,
and she was making a lot more money than me.
So, then, why have you not cashed the check?
'Cause it's the last one.
It's the only thing that ties us together.
When this goes in the bank, she's out of my life forever.
I am so sorry, you know.
Being in the dry-cleaning business,
there just is not a lot of excitement, so...
sometimes my imagination just runs wild.
It's okay. I guess...
I've just had a real hard time admitting it's over.
You know, maybe I should just move on.
My friend.
How about you and I go to the bank
and cash that check together?
I'd like that.
Uh, Fawz.
Oh, yes.
Uh, holding hands is a sign of kinship in my country.
Oh. That's, that's beautiful.
Yeah.
So, uh, who, who lets go first?
Traditionally, it's the man who's more subservient.
Huh.
I wish I'd known that before we started this.
Arthur, what are you doing?
We're already fully stocked on those.
I know. These are for me.
Hey, uh, there's a Blackhawks game tonight.
Y-You trying to watch it?
I'll make hot chocolate.
No, thanks.
He can eat all he wants,
but those donut holes will never fill the one inside his heart.
Man, I can't believe that lady.
Breaking up by text?
You don't do that to my boy Arthur.
They're old friends. Maybe they'll work it out.
Oh. They definitely gonna work it out.
'Cause you know what?
She might have a problem being direct,
but I don't.
Okay. Well, I have a meeting.
Well, I'm not letting go.
I have to shower before the meeting.
I like it hot.
- Hey, Ma. - Yeah.
Check out these winter coats.
- Ugh. - You might need one of these
if you're gonnaspend more time in Chicago
with a certain donut Don Juan.
Can we just let go of this?
Here, take this sticker.
Put it on the pink bag, I'll get another 20% off.
- Come on, come on. - Mom, no.
There you go.
Hey, Franco. What are you doing here?
I'm here to talk to your mother.
Yo, can you stop following me?
If I wanted to steal from a store, I'd go to a place
I couldn't afford.
So you're just gonna ghost my friend like that?
- "Ghost"? - Mm-hmm.
Is that slang for sex?
No. It's when you dump somebody by text
and you disappear like nothing ever happened.
Oh. Then, yes, I ghosted him.
Wait a minute.
You dumped Arthur?
In a text?
Well, I didn't mean to hurt him.
I just... well, I didn't know what else to do.
It was the first time that I had a feeling for another man,
and I... I-I just began
to feel weird.
'Cause it wasn't Dad?
I know he's not here anymore,
but I, I still feel like it's cheating.
Yeah.
I get it.
But it happened.
And Arthur is still your friend.
You really want to leave it like this?
But I haven't been to housewares yet,
and it's 60% off everything Rachael Ray.
Fine.
See? I ain't steal nothing.
But you might want to check out that white lady over there.
She got a George Foreman Grill under her jacket!
What's up, Arthur?
Oh, Helen.
I didn't think we'd see each other again.
Well, I just wanted to say I was sorry about the text thing.
Franco told me you were upset.
Franco did what?
He said you were devastated.
Well, anyway.
I just wanted to say I was sorry,
so I bought you this windbreaker.
It's Pierre Cardin, $80 value.
You know, kid, why are you getting involved in this?
'Cause you were upset. And eating donut holes
by the fistful, man. I had to do something.
No, you didn't.
This is between Helen and me.
It's none of your damn business.
Franco just wanted to help.
We worry about you both.
Why? We're adults.
Yeah, we are. Adults.
Yeah, but you're down in Florida, all by yourself.
Yeah, and you have nobody to watch
the Hawks games with, so...
We, we just don't want you to be lonely.
Oh, I see.
You don't want us to be lonely, okay.
Raise your hand if you got lucky last night.
Damn.
That's cold.
What we're saying is, focus on your own lives.
Franco, you got this beautiful girl Nadine
who's crazy about you.
So why you all up in my grill?
Didn't I say that right?
Yeah.
All right. Well,
if y'all say you're great,
then I guess we'll just leave you alone?
Thank you.
Arthur, can we have somewhere where we can talk?
Yeah. Yeah.
I can't believe I just got relationship advice
from a 75-year-old man.
Yeah, and I can't believe my mom's having more sex than I am.
You know, Franco is right, I owe you an explanation.
Arthur, I panicked.
All these complicated emotions came up,
and I...
We have such a, a long, shared history.
You know, Leo.
Yeah. Well, Joanie.
Well, they're sure dead.
And we're not.
No, we certainly weren't last night.
We gave that memory foam a lot to remember.
That's good.
Hey, can I at least give you a hug?
Or will that drive you mad with desire
and lead to multiple health code violations?
Yes.
Okay.
For the love of God!
Put a sock on the door.
Hey, hey. What the hell, kid?
You're not checking up on me, are you?
No, I'm not.
Hi, Nadine. He's not checking up on me, is he?
- A little. - Wha... no. I'm just..
I just came to pick up my paycheck,
so I can take my girl out for dinner and drinks.
Maybe just drinks.
Hey, listen! Uh, uh...
Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you yesterday.
It's cool.
No, no, I'm, I'm just... I'm just glad that you, uh,
pushed me to go dating again,
because I think I'm ready to go out there now.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
- Word? - Yeah.
- All right. - I signed up for this,
Uh, new dating app.
It shows all the singles in your area.
- Uh-huh. - But so far, it's only guys.
Hey, Arthur, you, you on Grindr right now.
- Huh? Why? What's that? - It's...
- No, no. Go, go on your date. Go ahead. - You're sure?
Yeah, I'm sure this guy can explain it to me over coffee.
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