- Shrub's been really into butter sculpting.
- It's a tricky medium.
It's very slippery.
- He thinks he's gonna get displayed
at the Butter Bust Museum, depending where it ends up--
Flatch. - Dude, I'm a shoo-in.
How much competition could there really be?
- Shrub, what the heck? That is not what my face looks like!
Look at my neck! - You want me to compromise...
- Yeah! - My vision? Yeah, okay.
Easily. - Shave it down.
Great. - Okay, I'll shave it down.
I'll shave it down right there. Now it looks just like you!
- I mean, she's kind of cute.
[breathes deeply]
Action!
[hinges squeaking]
- Welcome to Flatch.
"When Colonel Robert Flatch dug this latrine at age 25,
"he had no idea a town would spring up around it.
"I'm Barb Flatch,
and that man was my great-great-great grandfather."
- No, cut, cut, sorry. You're missing a great.
It's your great-great- great-great grandfather.
Look, wait, look. - Oh, here's the binder.
- Here, look, this is him, okay?
And certainly handsome. - Nadine, stop ruining takes.
Okay? That was close enough. - Close enough
isn't good enough.
Okay? I promised you full access
to Historical Society records,
providing you maintain full historical accuracy.
- That isn't true, is it? - In what way?
- Hmm, because I still haven't met the Flatch Mummy.
- Oh, my God, for the millionth time,
there is no Flatch Mummy.
- Ladies, let's take five.
So Stan and Geoffrey, the guys from
the Butter Bust Museum
are actually going to look
at our rival town, Pockton,
to see if they want that to be the home of the museum.
- Frickin' Pockton.
I mean, they're dry toasters for sure.
They don't even use butter. - So we're making this video
to make sure that the Butter Bust Museum comes here.
- That's right, okay? We're shooting a town promo.
Uh-oh! Might just have to make a documentary
out of your documentary.
What's it feel like?
- Next stop--Kentucky.
Shrub's auditioning for a play outside of Louisville,
and he asked me to drive him, and as a former performer,
I'm the perfect person to take him.
- Yeah. Also, I'm--I'm just a really bad highway driver.
It's just--it's too fast, it's too furious,
and I just--I get overwhelmed.
And on top of that, I get really distracted,
every time I drive by cows.
Cows are my favorite barnyard animal.
Sheep get all the hype,
but they're actually just so much more beautiful.
- Ooh! Forgot the road prunes.
It's kind of a great time for me to get out of town.
Cheryl's moving her stuff out after our breakup.
It's been hard.
But she's not getting these road prunes.
[chuckles]
- Okay, Joe doesn't know this-- no one does--
so don't tell anyone, but the real reason
I'm going to Louisville is to meet my dad,
Lloyd Sr.
I'm auditioning for his play. He's, like, a director.
He has, like, a theater company and everything.
They're doing a play called "Chrysalis,"
and I'm gonna get a part, and we're gonna spend
times of time together, and then, you know,
when we're accepting the Oscar for best play,
I'll reveal the truth.
"I was your son the whole time," you know?
Whaah!
But then again, I also see a scenario
where we meet today, we lock eyes,
and he knows exactly who I am, you know?
A Lloyd Mallet connection.
Uh, anyway, we're gonna be late.
Binghoffer, dude, we got to go!
- Coming.
- Sorry. I-I thought you'd be gone already.
- Yeah, I forgot the road prunes.
Shrub and I, we're going to Louisville.
We're gonna be gone for a while,
so you and Mandy can...
- Oh, uh, yeah, uh...
okay.
Well...bye.
- Bye.
- I am going to be Airbnb-ing Nan's old place from Barb,
but I can't take all of this with me.
It's just...
a lot of this reminds me of Joe...
like this.
We went to the aquarium-- Joe got freaked out
because he thought the fish had faces that were too human.
Time to let all of that go.
Just focus on me.
Be single.
- Hey, think I might know a buyer for your couch.
- Really? Who? - Just a woman
I been talking to online-- Renee.
- They say that the best way to get out of one relationship
is to get into another.
It didn't specify it had to be yours.
- Not that it's any of your business,
but Renee and I met in the comments section
on Home Depot's Instagram.
She had a righteous anger
about the increased price of potting soil.
I was right there with her.
And then we took it to the DMs.
One thing led to another, and now we're texting.
She's cool, real cool.
- Well, you should invite her over.
It's a perfect excuse to meet up.
It's a meet-couch.
It's a meet-couch...
like a meet-cute.
- Yeah. O-okay. I'll shoot her a text.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Why don't you be careful when you turn the pages, okay?
We don't want anything to rip.
- I could figure out what I have to shoot next
a lot faster if you'd let me hold the binder.
- Well, you're lucky I'm not making you wear gloves.
- You're backseat bindering.
- Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow...
- Oh... [snickers]
Barb, Barb, Barb, there's an entire page on you.
- What? - Stalker. Stalker alert.
- I'm not a stalker. This is an historical dossier.
- What do you get--Hey, how do you know my blood type?
I don't even know my blood type.
- Well, just another service
the Historical Society provides.
- [laughing] Brace face!
- Hey, you can laugh and make fun of me all you want to,
but I won Best Smile four years in a row
because of those braces, thank you very much.
- Maybe I should get some. Your birthday's this Thursday?
Barb, that's huge! We have to do something.
- Oh, I already called my skywriting guy.
We're gonna do skywriting. - God, we're not skywriting.
We're not gonna do anything, we're not gonna plan anything.
- Except skywriting, and then that's it
after the skywriting. - We're not gonna skywrite,
because--look, look, listen,
girls, when you're my age,
your birthday's just another day.
It's really not that big of a deal.
I'm turning [bleep].
So what?
I mean, who celebrates turning [bleep]?
Dumb.
It's not that big of a deal.
Let me see my chapter. - Oh, it's uh, it's just a page
right now.
- Oh, so...all you got
is my name, my birthday, my blood type,
and a picture of me with braces.
- Yeah. Well, you know, you're Flatch-in-progress.
- That's...all you got, though?
- Yeah, well, you're not dead yet, okay?
Like, I don't know, maybe the Flatch Mummy.
- Don't say the Flatch Mummy! Don't--stop.
There is no Flatch Mummy.
There may be a mummy.
- You have the right address for the theater?
This seems like a residential neighborhood.
- [gasps] Ohh...there he is. Dad.
Uh, the dir...ector.
The...director guy.
Wow, look at him. He is...
[whispers] Wow.
[indistinct chatter]
- What are you doing?
- Um... - You okay?
- I was just--buggin' me.
- Hello, beautiful people,
and welcome to the Lloyd Bush Acting Studio!
Temporarily located in my landlord's garage.
Thank you again, Dwayne. Blessings.
- You, like, live here? Like, in the garage?
- Uh...yes, yes, indeed, I do.
- Wow. - But not to worry.
There'll be no favoritism here today.
Dwayne is auditioning just like the rest of you.
- Dude, this place is incredible.
What--you have the whole place to yourself?
Are you kidding me? - Is this a bit?
- Uh...a bit what?
- You're an eager guy.
Would you like to kick off the auditions?
- Uh, I have to... t-talk to my...agent,
uh, real quick.
Um...
[whispering] I feel like I'm gonna throw up
a little bit. - No, no, no.
- Just a tiny bit. - You're not gonna throw up.
Don't throw up. If you throw up, I throw up.
I hate throwing up. - I'm gonna probably throw up.
- I-it's nerves, okay? It's nerves.
- Okay. - It's totally normal.
Okay, don't worry, Shrub.
This strange man's garage is a safe space.
I'll give you a little advice from my A-Men days.
- Please. - Shut your brain off.
Let your heart take over.
- Well, if it's so easy, why don't you do it?
- Yeah. Sure, why not?
I'll go first.
- An agent willing to step in the shoes of his client?
[applause] I am impressed.
- Thank you. - All right.
You're gonna be reading the part of Mr. Caterpillar.
- Oh.
- So just feel free to kind of...
make it your own, okay?
Okeydokey.
[softly] Caterpillar.
- Action. - Action.
- "We stand here at the Silver Scalpel,
"a memorial to Frederick Flatch,
"my great-uncle twice removed.
"Despite never attending medical school,
"Frederick performed Flatch's first surgery
at the age of 31."
Frederick's patient died on the table,
but, I mean, it's still impressive.
The closest I've ever gotten to performing surgery
is piercing my own ears.
And, you know, they got infected about a month later.
Definitely never gonna win the Best Ears contest.
[laughs] It's fine, though, 'cause I win other contests.
Lots of 'em.
[knock on door] - She's here!
Oh, gosh. Why did I hide?
- Take it easy. Be chill.
- Chill? I'm chill.
- Mandy.
Hey.
- Renee, hey. Nice to, uh, finally meet you.
- You too.
- Hi!
I'm Cheryl, Mandy's friend.
The couch lady. Isn't she beautiful?
I designed her myself.
Uh, the color and the fabric.
I-I chose one of the two options.
- It might be too big for my studio.
- Oh.
Well, wait. Don't leave yet.
Uh, I mean, are you looking for something else?
'Cause everything here is on sale.
- Rad! Really?
Everything?
- Uh... - [mouthing words]
- Yep!
Everything must go.
- Wow! - And she'll give you
a good price, too. - Oh!
Get out of town!
- [mouthing words] - You rule!
- [giggles]
- [deep voice] She flew away,
leavin' me behind on the cold, hard ground.
[voice breaking] But there's one thing
that Lady Ladybug doesn't know.
I'm inching toward something new.
[huskily] And one day soon,
I'm gonna be...
A butterfly.
[imitating wings flapping]
Scene.
- That was beautiful.
- I really connected with the character.
Hoo!
[whispering] You got this, okay?
Turn your brain off, heart on.
- [clears throat]
[stiffly] I was drawn to her immediately.
Shiny red shell, beautiful black...spots.
Hold on, let me just, um...
- Okay, do whatever makes you feel comfortable.
Try it, uh, another way, if you like.
- [chuckles] That's, uh, literally
maybe the best note I've ever heard--thank you.
'Cause I--actually, I do a really good Gollum.
[snarling]
[as Gollum] I was drawn to her
shiny red shell,
beautiful black spotses,
beautiful black eyes.
Gollum! - Okay!
- Gollum!
[scattered applause] - Thank you.
Ha ha. Thank you. But, um, I actually--
I can keep going.
There's-- - No, no, no, I-I--
No, I've seen enough. You are, uh, certainly...
creative.
- Yes. - But I-I just...
don't think you're right for my production.
- I-- [muttering]
Um...dude, I-I--
I literally am your production.
[huffs] Oh, my God!
- Don't take this personally!
- Oh, I will, actually. - Keep acting!
Let this fuel you!
[door closes]
He'll be okay.
Mr. Caterpillar.
- [bleep]!
- Performing again was amazing.
What a rush! There's nothing like it.
But, of course, you know, I couldn't accept the part.
I can't drive to Louisville twice a week for rehearsals...
unless I made a church trip out of it.
No, no.
No, Dwayne should have it.
His performance was out of this world.
- Oh, my God! Can we go home now?
- Yeah. Sorry!
- God. - Let's go back to Flatch.
[indistinct chatter]
- Okay, rolling,
set...action!
- "Discovered in 1932 by little Caroline Flatch
"at the age of 6, the passageways of the caves
"span more than 11 miles.
"Today the caves are open for tours
and a major destination for local school field trips."
- Okay. - Okay!
- It sounded more exciting on these.
- You look good.
- Barely out of the womb, and Caroline frickin' Flatch
discovers a frickin' cave system.
You know what?
You guys go figure out where we're gonna go next.
I'm gonna go pan for fake fossils
in the fake prospector's creek
because that's what I am-- a fake.
- What?
Fake fossils?
Dude, that's my entire retirement plan!
- That's not a plan.
- Yeah, it is. What's your plan?
- Well, I have a 401(k). - 401--
Now you're just doing riddles.
I don't have time for this, Nadine.
- Road prune?
- I'm not hungry.
- Do you want to play I Spy? - No, I don't.
I really just don't want to talk, actually.
- Do you know how many boy bands rejected me
before A-Men?
Like, I don't actually want to tell you the answer
because it's really embarrassing,
but I'm gonna tell you if it'll make you feel better.
[bleep] times.
- No, dude, it's not about the audition, dude.
My Gollum killed, obviously.
- Then what's wrong, Shrug?
- [sighs]
Lloyd is my dad.
Like, the director guy.
- Oh.
Wow.
- I mean, he didn't know I was coming,
but still, like, I thought maybe he might have, like...
a connection to me, you know, like, a--
like, a Spidey sense or, like,
when old people know when it's gonna rain, but...
he's just--he didn't want me.
He's my dad, and he didn't want me--again.
I didn't even see a cow.
- Hey, Barb...
you want some fudge?
There's just a little left.
- I lied.
I actually had really big plans for my birthday.
I was gonna go on a Jimmy Buffet cruise.
- Oh. - Even prepaid
for the all-you-can-drink margarita pass.
But I haven't sold a single home
since I've been back here in Flatch.
Not one. So I can't afford a cheeseburger,
much less one in paradise.
- Maybe you'll go next year.
- [chuckles]
I thought my life would be on track by now.
I mean, I'm almost [bleep],
and I am broke and single and living back in my hometown.
[chuckles]
Do you have any idea what it's like
to be a Flatch in Flatch?
- Being a Kennedy in Hyannis Port.
Amazing, I bet.
- Give me that. - Oh, yeah. Absolutely.
I've been waiting for someone to ask.
- Everywhere I look, everywhere I go,
this Flatch built that,
or this Flatch achieved that, or...
Oh, this Flatch died in some really cool way.
But Barb Flatch?
Barb Flatch hasn't done a thing.
- That is not true, Barb.
- Yeah, it's true. Please don't, Kelly.
I'm sorry, but this video is-- it's pointless.
Those butter guys are never gonna bring it to Flatch.
It's old and useless, just like me.
Let it go.
- Wait-- - It's not gonna happen.
- Wow. - [sighs] I know.
She took the binder.
[both sigh]
- You sure you don't want anything
from the sell or donate piles?
- I should stop here.
Thanks for letting me "shop Cheryl."
- [laughs] Hey, I bet that Mandy here
could help you haul it all home.
You can borrow my truck. You can't keep it, though.
- Sure, I'd love to. - Oh, that's fine.
There's enough room in my car,
especially since I'm not taking the couch.
- Oh, yeah, okay.
Sure, yeah. - Thank you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Renee, if that's your real name.
- It is?
- You're taking half my stuff,
but you are not taking the couch?
- Cheryl... - I mean, this couch
is an incredible catch.
If you think you're too good for this couch,
which, by the way, is impossible,
because look at her, then, yes, you can skedaddle.
- I am gonna skedaddle,
but to be clear,
I don't think I'm too good for you.
Honestly, I'd love to take you on a date.
But your friend is...
a lot.
- She's a part of the package.
Take it or leave it. - That's nice.
- Oh, also, you gonna have to leave everything here.
None of it was for sale. I lied, and I panicked.
I just wanted you to stay.
- That's intense but also...
kind of flattering.
- Exactly the-- the vibe I was goin' for.
[both chuckle] - I'll text you later.
But I'm still not taking the couch.
- Yes, heard, Renee. - Okay.
- Why are we stopping? Is it the prunes?
- Nope. It's that.
- Piswall's cow?
- Now you've seen a cow. [car door closes]
You see, Shrub, this trip wasn't a complete loss.
- Okay, well, technically, this is a cheat,
but I actually really appreciate it.
Thank you.
- I know I'm not your dad, but I could be a...
kind of stand-in if you need it.
'Cause you know I've got the acting chops.
At least when it comes to playing insects.
[cows moo]
[cow moos]
- Ah, look at her. She is beautiful.
- [moos]
- Barb's been like this for days.
She hasn't even showered, which is weird,
because she has changed her wigs.
And today's her birthday.
This stops now.
Hey, there, Barb.
Big day. [chuckles]
Why don't you put down that wine
and come with me?
Okay. [clears throat] Let's just...
Give me that. No, no--
Why are you so strong? Oh, my--
Okay, come on. Let's go.
Come on, let's go. Get up.
Get out of the cha--
- [sighs]
This rug needs to be vacuumed.
- Okay, so I know you said not to make the video...
- Kelly... - I know, I know, I know,
but, you know, maybe we just give it a watch.
Oh, my God, it's playing! What?
Colonel Robert Flatch founded this town in 1810
via latrine, but the Flatch family
didn't stop there.
That family of hotties just kept doing stuff,
performing unlicensed surgeries,
discovering caves--
truly a family of overachievers.
But who cares about all those guys?
They're all old and dead.
Lucky for us, there's still one Flatch
who's alive as hell.
- Welcome to Flatch.
- Barb Flatch.
And Barb's not just the hotty of all hotties
who won Best Smile four years in a row.
She's back in Flatch
doing everything she can to make it a better place.
Okay, Barb's a job creator who hires local artists
and mentors the town's young women.
Selectwoman Barb Flatch is giving back to this town
with her time and energy.
She's truly invested.
If you bring the Butter Bust Museum to Flatch,
she'll throw herself into making it a success...
just like she's helping all of us.
Yeah, she is. [smooches]
- [chuckles, clears throat]
I love it.
But you--you didn't actually send this
to the butter guys, did you?
[laughter] - Barb!
Of course we sent it.
Not only did we send it,
but they actually responded pretty quick.
- Oh.
- Shall we? ♪ Doo doo doo doo ♪
"Hey, Kelly." They know my name.
- Oh, my God. They want to come and visit!
Wait. We still have a chance! - Yeah, girl.
This is totally gonna be your year!
- Speaking of...
Toot, toot! All aboard!
- ♪ Nibblin' on sponge cake ♪
♪ Watchin' the sun bake... ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday to me ♪
Whoo! - Whoo!
Okay, this is just like a cruise, right?
Except no food poisoning. - I love it.
- [laughs] Why is it your birthday, but I'm so happy?
- 'Cause you love me. - Yeah.
[horn honks]
♪ Wastin' away again in la loo bah dah ♪
- Cheers!
♪ ♪
- ♪ Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt ♪