- So... I have some news.
Ryan and I got engaged late June.
- So, just after Matt.
- We both realized that life is short.
Why wait?
- You know, you can get another husband.
I can't just get another brother.
- This is why I still don't want
to hang out with you. - I am supposed to make
a moral inventory...
Every lie, every mistake...
so that I understand myself.
- Matt was my favorite person.
I just really wanted to make him happy
and I don't know if I did. - Can I show you something?
Hey, man.
It's not too late to change your life.
- Nope. Never. - You gonna tell me
that guy isn't happy?
- Thank you.
- Stop moving. - I... you're poking me.
- There.
- Okay, what about these?
- Those aren't black.
- It's close enough. It doesn't matter.
- Yes, it does.
Everyone's gonna be staring at me.
I hate when people stare at me.
- I know.
I don't want to have a breakdown
in front of everyone.
- Okay, so...
a widow and an alcoholic
walk into a wedding...
- Ha-ha.
What's the punch line?
- I guess we're gonna have
to go to this wedding and find out.
- Hey, can I use the mascara
when you're done?
Hey, Leigh?
- You okay?
- Uh, yeah, I'm fine.
- Here, let me help.
Well, the front looks like you went to a salon,
but the back is like...
Yes.
Do you want us to leave? We're in your room.
- I'm fine. I'm just gonna go use
the mirror with the magnifier in your bathroom.
- Okay.
So, I went to wake you up this morning
and guess what I found?
Or, rather, didn't find.
Again. - Sorry.
Sabrina and I went down this '80s power ballad
karaoke rabbit-hole at her house.
- Sabrina doesn't have friends her own age
to do karaoke with?
- You're her age and we're friends.
- Well, thank you for thinking we're the same age.
Just call next time, okay?
- Yes, Your Mothership.
I wonder who will be at our table?
I hope it's all the randos
that have major drama with the other guests.
- Danny, probably, and maybe some of the guys
from their pick-up game. - Oh, wow.
I haven't seen those guys since...
- The funeral. - Yeah.
- Me neither.
- So are you and Danny friends now?
Semi-friends?
Quasi-friends?
I don't know what comes after 'quasi.'
- Something like that. One of those, yeah.
And there he is.
Hi. - Hey.
- Hi.
- You're early.
- Yeah, I, uh... I didn't want to be late
and I over-corrected. - Oh, my God.
This task email is 900 pages long.
Do they expect us all to be their bridesmaids?
- Hey. How you doing?
- I'm fine.
I'm okay.
- What do you think? Too much?
I didn't want to upstage the grooms.
- You won't.
But you look nice.
- Okay...
So, Leigh, you are supposed to help with the flowers...
- Great. - And I am helping
with Drew and Ryan's family photos.
Danny, wanna help me out?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Great, this'll be fun.
Yeah. - See you guys later.
- Yep. - Great.
- Uh, this way. Yeah.
- Hi.
How can I help?
- Oh, my God.
Leigh?
Ginny Maxwell. I did the flowers
for your wedding. - I know.
Hi.
- Hi!
Is Matt here, too?
- No, he's out of town.
- Um, I loved your wedding.
You had those book cover centerpieces, right?
- Yep. - Yeah.
Will you tell him I said hi? - Of course.
What can I do? - Um, well...
can you put the eucalyptus in each one?
Great.
So happy you're here.
It's good to see you.
- Hey.
What are you doing here? - You wanted to talk.
- Well...
You could have called. - I just wanted
to get out of the house. - Well, be useful.
Um...
- Look, it's great that, uh,
you and Sabrina are getting to know Jules,
but it feels...
kind of strange to go from polite hellos
at family functions to sleepovers
within the span of a few weeks.
- Does it feel strange to Jules?
- Nothing ever feels strange to Jules; that's the problem.
Her compass is broken.
And... and, you know, she gets too close to people
too fast.
- Well, but she's been sober for, what,
almost five months now?
- But that's not a long time, Richard.
- Look, Sabrina's mom...
was an alcoholic, and they have a connection
over the recovery stuff.
That's... that's gotta be good for Jules, right?
I mean, it's... it's good for Sabrina, too, I think.
Then again, it's hard to know
what's gonna make her happy these days.
- The weird silver lining
of all the horrible things that have happened to my girls
has been having them back home.
I miss them when they're gone.
They're my friends. - Hey.
I'll be your friend.
What?
You don't think we can be friends?
- Well, we'd be friends
with an excessive amount of baggage.
- What other kind of friends are there?
- You should hurry up, 'cause the guests
are coming soon. - Okay, thanks for your help.
Really did a lot.
What? - Nothing.
It's just this wedding is making me feel
really, really single.
- Dude, me too.
When I was drinking, I had no problem meeting people.
They're not the right kind of people.
But now that I have standards,
I think I'll just stay single forever.
- Probably not missing too much.
My folks were married 30 years and I never saw them have fun.
Oh, no.
Are we broken?
- The best people are broken.
I hope I find someone...
broken enough to deal with me
and still want to be in it.
You know?
Like, fully in it.
That's what I cry about at night.
What about you?
- I...
just...
want to have good sex
with someone I like, and...
remember it the next day.
Okay.
- I think that's it. - Great.
- So, is Matt still teaching at the same place?
My sister's kid starts there in the fall.
Maybe Matt could be his unofficial mentor.
Or, no pressure if Matt doesn't have time.
- I'm sorry.
I don't know why I told you
that, uh, Matt's...
out of town.
He died...
five months ago.
- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.
- I... I didn't...
I'm... I'm sorry. - Um...
I'm gonna...
Okay.
- You should come to a class sometime.
I'm a terrible dancer. - I remember.
That's because you don't listen to the music.
Okay.
- No, you have to dance the music, not the steps.
That's what César said, anyway.
Who's César?
- My first love, César.
Before we met.
I went backpacking in Europe
and fell madly in love
with a tango instructor in Barcelona.
I remember you telling me about César.
I don't remember the part
where you had a whole fling.
- Well, that's because, alas, we did not.
I took his class every day
for two weeks.
I don't think he ever noticed me.
But in my fantasies...
Oh, we...
danced all day and...
spent our nights making...
wild, European love.
- How... how does one, uh, make...
"European love"?
Well, first of all there's no...
clothes allowed in the apartment, so, um...
we would leave them at the door with our shoes...
- Where clothes belong.
- And what else?
- Um...
Well, nothing was off-limits, so, you know,
the bed and the...
kitchen floor, and...
stairwell...
against the windows.
Oh, my God. - What?
- I can't breathe.
My chest hurts.
- Are... are you okay?
- I think I'm having a heart attack.
Um... are you nauseated?
- What does that have to do with anything?
- Because I... I read somewhere that, uh...
- What? - Heart attack symptoms...
In a woman are... never mind.
Um, is your left arm numb? - Yes.
Oh, my God, take me to the ER. - Yep, yep.
Come on.
Richard... - I got you, I got you.
- Everybody, please find a seat.
We're about to start.
- Yeah, come in.
- Hey.
What's the emergency?
- Um...
can you look at me? - No way.
I'm not taking chances two hours before our wedding.
That's an outdated tradition
from when brides were traded by their fathers for dowries.
- Okay, so I can tell by the sound of your voice
and the way you're bringing up the patriarchy
that something's wrong, so what's wrong?
- Everything is wrong.
My... my mom's upset
because she wants to walk me down the aisle,
and my dad's obviously gonna walk me down the aisle
'cause he paid for everything, and he spent
way too much money throwing a wedding
that's just making everyone miserable,
and I don't even want to have a wedding.
I don't... I don't even want to be a bride.
I just want to be married.
You saw me.
That's a thousand years of bad luck.
What? What?
- I'm just looking at you.
- Excuse me.
- Oh, God. - Hey.
What's going on? - I...
I just...
I know I should be able to pull it together
for my best friend but, um...
I just...
- It's only been a few months. - It's not that long.
- It's not. - Yeah, and I'm just...
worried if I stay I'm gonna lose it,
and I don't want to make this about me.
- Leigh, it'll be fine. He'll understand.
- Oh, Nissan.
Hi. - Or you could stay.
- Uh, "Lay"?
Leigh?
- Uh, yeah.
Sorry, could you... just one second.
- I mean, if you can, I... I think everyone
would be glad if you stayed.
- Actually, um, you can go.
I am so sorry.
But thank you.
Sorry.
- There goes your perfect passenger rating.
- Yeah, there it goes.
Okay.
- Okay if we talk about this
in front of your husband, Mrs. Shaw?
- Uh, yeah, it's fine.
- There's nothing wrong with your heart.
Were you doing anything that could have raised
your heart rate?
Smoking, exercising, sex.
- Not really. - Have you been under
an unusual amount of stress, lately?
- No. - Amy.
Come on.
- Um...
Our son-in-law died
a few months ago, and my other daughter
is just out of rehab. - Then I'm reasonably sure
that you had a panic attack.
- What about the numb arm and the chest pain?
- It's amazing how many physical symptoms
have underlying emotional triggers.
I'd recommend seeing a therapist soon.
Anxiety can get worse if untreated.
- And to grow together,
entwined on the vine of life.
Comforting each other in times of darkness
and sharing in the joy
for as long as you both shall live.
I do.
- You know what to do.
I'm gonna be right back.
Hi. - Hey!
- Hi! - Look at you.
- Congratulations. - Thanks, lady.
- That was so beautiful, you guys.
- Aww. - Mm.
And I love the "My Ry."
Thought you hate puns.
- But I love you guys.
- Um, it was... it was really great
to see you today. - Good to see you, too.
- Excuse me.
- I am so glad you're here. - Are you kidding?
I'd never miss it.
I love you.
- I love you, too.
I was thinking about you today.
How are you doing with... - I'm good.
- Yeah? - Yeah, really.
Yeah, I was just so happy for you two.
- I should... - Yes, you should.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Can you believe it? I'm someone's husband.
- I know, and you're gonna be a really good one.
- I went out on this first date,
and this girl's pressing me so hard, and I said,
"Is this a first date or a deposition?"
At which point I asked for an adjournment,
if you know what I mean.
That dude is definitely
swiping right on you right now. - And handle that.
And so that's... - Um, I guess
I should go see if it's a match?
Don't wait up. - lawyersonly.com is not...
- Hi. Thanks.
Uh, your friend thinks he's very funny.
Yeah, he's really not.
I just... I just don't have the heart to tell him yet.
Uh, how do you know the grooms?
- I, uh... I went to law school with Ryan.
We, uh... we sat next to each other in torts...
which is short for "torture."
Stanford.
Fancy. - Where'd you go?
- Uh, I stayed local.
I wanted to be close to the fam because, uh,
I did high school at Hogwarts.
Very cool.
I, uh, minored in, uh, potions
in undergrad, so... - Oh, great.
So, uh, what do you do now?
- Oh, you mean in real life.
I am an exercise teacher.
I work at the studio "Beautiful Beast."
- Oh, I think I've heard of it.
Uh, someone famous owns that, right?
- Um...
No.
My mom does.
- Hey, I'm gonna grab a drink. Can I get you a... a wine?
Beer?
No.
I'm an alcoholic.
- Uh, 'kay.
I could get you a Sprite.
I'm not doing
processed sugar right now.
Uh, but...
it was great to meet you.
Great.
- Yeah.
- I... I'm just gonna lock up. You don't have to stay.
- Are you sure you're okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- I really thought it was a heart attack.
- It wasn't.
- I know.
But I just kept thinking, you know, it's too soon
after Matt, and Leigh would never get over it.
And then there's Jules, you know.
If something happened to me, what would happen to her?
You... you heard the doctor.
Your heart is perfectly healthy.
- Please don't micromanage my feelings.
You always did that and it always felt terrible.
- Don't start a fight to get away
from what happened earlier.
- Thank you for taking me to the hospital.
- God, I broke the seal way too early.
Spend the rest of this wedding waiting in a bathroom line.
At least I get to wait in line with a hot girl.
- And now, for a special treat:
Please welcome Ryan and his brother Mike
to the dance floor, y'all!
Let's go!
- Whoo!
- Wow. That's bold.
- Oh, my Lord.
- Why didn't you and Matt do a cool brother dance
at our wedding?
- Because Matt couldn't dance.
- That's... that's true.
I'd have been great, though.
Yeah?
Like that great?
Yeah.
- Okay, everybody, it's time to show us your moves.
Get to the dance floor! Grab somebody!
Let's go!
Yeah!
- Danny, you wanna show me greatness?
- No, I'm not into it. - No?
Oh, no?
You just wanna be a cool guy, Danny?
Sitting in his chair?
Drinking his vodka soda?
That's what cool guys do, huh?
Oh, my God...
I can't believe that just happened.
- Whatever.
It's okay. It's all good.
Here... come on.
Come on.
Better?
Do I have make-up all over my face?
- No.
I'm just kidding, it's... it's everywhere.
- Really? - Yeah.
Wait, here.
Here, I got you.
- Um... - I have to go.
- Yeah.
- Hi.
- Hello? - Ms. Shaw?
I'm calling from the Palms Club Hotel,
just to confirm your reservation for this evening...
- I'm sorry?
- The Palms Club at Palm Springs.
Looks like the package was gifted
by a Richard and Sabrina Shaw.
- Right...
- Ma'am, are we still expecting you in Palm Springs today?
- Hi, welcome to Palm Springs.