[car rocking]
[hip hop music]
- [Man] Who's my little pussycat?
Grab my dipstick. [woman grunting]
Let me give you some oil.
- My tail came off!
[couple grunting]
Who's a bad boy who
ripped off my tail? - [Man] Who's my
little pussycat? - Oh, yeah.
[yelling] [man moans]
[phone beeps]
Oh, fuck!
[intense music]
- Oh, fuck that's hot.
[boots stomping] [heavy breathing]
Molly?
Hi!
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi!
So sorry.
[electronic music]
- You look like a lion.
- It's a cheetah.
- What?
- Nothing.
- Ad agency having a Halloween party?
[scoffs]
- Long story, I slept in a van.
- Uh...
- It's a new client,
loves imported vans circa 1966,
and is a furry,
but hey, I got the new oil and gas accounts,
and the agency's about to make bank,
and, you know, mom texted me
that my dad moved into the guest bedroom.
- How are you doing?
- Oh, I'm fine!
They're both due for a mid life crisis, they'll work it out.
- What is with baby boomers
texting about massive life events?
It's like it took them so long to learn how to text,
they forgot how to call.
- Oh, yeah.
"Aunt Alma died, angel emoji, coffin emoji, cry face."
So is that all you brought, or what?
- There wasn't a third seat in the moving van,
my parents are bringing the rest.
- Oh, such good parents.
- They insisted.
Staying with them for one week was my limit.
- You've been here for a week?
- The placement came up so quickly,
I was back here before I knew it.
I just wasn't very good at staying in touch
and I didn't know if you'd still want me here.
- I didn't even try to rent your room, I hate everyone else.
- I am really sorry.
I really am!
- Shush!
Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.
Okay, I wanna hear everything, tell me about your job.
Did you meet a guy?
Fucking love a British accent.
- Um...
[soft music]
- If anybody hurts you,
I will rip there head off and shit down their neck.
[giggling]
Do you know what I mean?
- That's the most beautiful thing
anybody has ever said to me.
Nothing serious.
- Sweet, wingwoman's back in town, then.
[laughing]
[knocking at the door]
Frankie!
- Hey, dad.
- Hey, honey.
- Hi.
- Elle, nice to see ya.
- Costume party.
- Reminds me when the two of you where younger.
Thanks for taking the old doggy in.
- I mean, I am paying rent.
- Moll, your grandma wants you to have this lamp.
Have you called her since you've been back?
- Yup, had a light convo about my eggs drying up,
followed by what a tragedy it is
that I don't have a boyfriend anymore,
ending in how I need to marry rich.
- Sounds reasonable.
- Huh, works. - Where's Meredith?
- She's grabbing her power tools.
Aww, my little beef cake.
[hip hop music]
- Okay, keys.
I'm gonna go shower before work.
Rosie's, 5:00pm.
Don't be late, I know where you live.
- Hey,
thank you.
- Fucking good to have you back.
- She's got a tail.
- Yeah, she does.
Go get mom.
- Okay.
[soft hip hop music]
[sigh]
[air mattress pops]
[soft hip hop music]
[soft rock music] [people talking]
- Perv.
Hey! [Molly laughing]
How come no one told me you were coming back?
- Rosie, your pregnant?
What?
Who?
- The science, ball and chain.
I mean, if you ever replied to my text messages
you might know that.
- I--
- Ah, look who we found, right?
- Gang's back together, huh?
What are you drinking?
[pop music]
- So are you just here for a visit, or what?
- Nope, I just had to move across an ocean
to find anyone to give me experience,
to get a permanent teaching job right back here.
- Huh, you want to be teaching here, huh?
- Uh-huh.
- Hmm, have you read the news lately?
- Woof.
Your school have to deal with any of that bullshit?
- Well, we have to follow the curriculum,
but I don't teach sex ed.
- That's a shame,
fucked up the best subject.
[scoffs]
- You managed to learn just fine, didn't you?
[laughing] - I sure did.
- All right, enough about work.
Tell us everything.
[phone beeps]
[school bell rings]
[speaking French]
- Hey, guys, I am still missing
three reports from last week.
I want them tomorrow.
Two.
- Mrs. Phillips?
- Mm-hmm?
- I know where not suppose to talk about this anymore,
but I saw this photo.
Is this you?
- You're gonna miss your bus, Sarah.
[soft music]
[phone beeping]
[phone ringing]
[phone vibrates]
- Well, hi, baby.
- [Molly] Are you busy?
- Well, I was suppose to meet my mom, but whatever,
I do what I want.
- I really need to talk to you.
So when I was in England--
- Rosie's, give me 30 minutes.
[soft hip hop music]
- There you go, handsome.
- Just gotta pee, I'll be right back.
- Okay, babe, I'll get you a drink.
- Hello, what can I get ya?
- I don't know you.
- I'm Jake, I'm a human man, also a bartender.
This is Rosie's, it's a bar.
- Where is Rosie?
You work here?
- Well, technically my band plays here on the weekends.
Maybe you've seen us?
Nerdgasm?
No?
Or not.
[clears throat]
Yes, yes, I am helping Rosie out.
- Okay, well, you don't know my drink.
- Well, I can make anything.
- No, thank you.
- Jake, I got this monster.
- Do you know how a bar works?
Do you know how it works? - Oh, yeah.
- Okay, just checking.
- Don't do that again.
- Do you want me to give birth behind this bar?
- When in Rome.
- That's not what that means.
- Well, it is now.
- Where were we.
- Oh, well, right where we left off.
Nope, nope, nope.
Ugh, no.
Ooh!
He could be here in 10 minutes.
- Stop ordering penis Uber.
Puber.
- One for me, and one for you.
It's like you never left.
- No, stop!
Um...
- Hey!
Oh, you swiped left, I liked him.
- I'm not single.
I am in a monogamous, exclusive, long-distance relationship
that makes absolutely no logical sense at all,
but I am in it.
- What, why didn't you tell me about him?
- Her, with a woman.
- What?
Since, wait...
Are you?
- I'm just Molly.
- Hey!
Oh my God, I love you!
- You're the first person I've told, actually.
Nobody knows yet, except my entire school, apparently.
Guess I have to tell my parents.
- Oh my God, they're so chill, though.
I'm pretty sure your mom gave my mom
her first vibrator in the 70's.
I found it when I was a kid,
and I thought it was a microphone and--
I'm so sorry, this is about you.
- Just, like, my mom has only ever been with my Dad,
and I don't want to say 'sex' at her face.
"Hey, mom, I'm bi-sex-"
We we need a new word.
- Yeah, cool, so we'll spin it, right?
Um, pansex-, oh, that's...
Nope.
Dualectual.
Flexual!
Fluid.
- I don't want to talk to my parents about fluids, either.
- That's fair.
[Molly sighs]
May I buy you dinner m'lady?
- Did you really just m'lady me?
- I did my lady you, come with me.
- I'll take the dinner.
- Where going to the medieval fair.
[Molly laughs]
- Thank you, Rosie!
- Bye, Rosie.
- Bye, guy I never want to see again.
- [Jake] It's Jake.
[soft hip hop music] [women talking]
- Hey, isn't that your mom?
[quiet laughter]
- No.
No.
- Elle!
- Hey, Patricia.
[Molly sighs]
- That's my daughter.
- That's your daughter?
[sad music]
[water running]
- Oh!
[sighs]
- Ugh!
What?
- You didn't know?
- Oh my God.
- I'm so sorry, my mom told me.
- You knew?
Are they fucking?
- Very probably.
[Elle sighs]
- What do you need right now?
No!
[sighs]
- This.
And this.
[laughing]
- Share.
[Elle laughs]
Oh, God, that's fucking terrible!
[Elle laughs]
[soft music]
[crying]
[sniffing]
- I'm really glad your here.
- Me too.
[upbeat music]