WHAT / IF

Everything happens for a reason.

Think about that for a moment.

All your efforts...

personal, professional, carnal...

utter and absolute slaves...

to some cosmically

predetermined set of outcomes.

As if we have no say in, let alone culpability for,

the defining moments in our lives.

If you want a life of purpose...

by inverting the notion...

that everything happens for a reason.

Redefine it.

Not as some future explanation

for terrible tragedy,

or glorious achievement,

but as validation...

of the deliberate choices that lead us to these critical junctures

in the first place.

Assert authority over chance, fate,

and destiny, because everything does happen for a reason.

And that reason is you.

To attain elite success,

you must be willing to make the hard choices,

do the unpleasant things,

risk your most valuable assets,

and do away with the shackles designed by society to limit us:

love, marriage, children.

And above all,

the uninvited imposition

of lesser people's moral agendas.

Because nothing worthwhile

is ever achieved without sacrifice.

And true greatness...

only comes to those...

willing to pursue it...

at...

any cost.

Ladies, gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Sean Donovan!

Ah, let's see it. Come on, kiss her!

- -Yeah!

Woo!

Yeah!

Hold on there, miss!

May I help you?

Oh, hello again, Mrs. Donovan.

Hi.

Sorry.

I have some legal paperwork for Miss Montgomery.

I'm just gonna run up for a quick signature.

Uh, I still need to call you up.

It's really coming down out there, huh?

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Wait! Wait!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

This is Lisa Donovan, and I need to speak with my husband right now.

Hello? Can anybody hear me?

- -Fuck.

Sean!

Sean!

Sean?

Sean!

Call it off!

Forecast for the Bay Area today will be cool and breezy

-with high's mainly in the 60s. -

Windy conditions will continue near the coast...

All right, all right.

Castro, I get it. I get it.

I get it.

We'll go on a walk.

Just let me get my pants on, and we'll get out there in two minutes.

All right. I see you. I see you.

We're going outside right now. Give me a second.

Hey, hey, hey.

Will you be here when we get back for a proper good morning?

I wish.

I have to stop by the lab before my first pitch.

I needed to make sure that my presentation transferred.

I know the feeling.

First pitch is always the scariest. Just gotta stay in the moment.

Try not to think of all the things you can't control, focus on what you can.

What if I freeze?

First Triple-A game I played...

Giants sent their scouts down.

On my first windup, my cleat broke off my shoe

and the ball sailed about five feet over the catcher.

I knew if I didn't pull it together right then,

I'd never get another shot.

So...

I picked up the cleat,

and put in my pocket as a symbol of all the obstacles,

real and imagined, bouncing around inside my head.

Figured if I could condense all that noise into something smaller

to fit in a pocket...

then all my self-doubt could be managed.

Hmm.

Threw my first no-hitter that day.

You're gonna crush it.

Thank you.

-Come on, Castro. -

Good morning.

My name is Lisa Ruiz-Donovan,

and I am seeking an equity partner for my medical solutions company,

Emigen Molecular Sequencing.

Emigen Molecular Sequencing.

Emigen Molecular Sequencing.

-Hmm. -Good job, young lady.

Hmm.

Thanks for coming in.

This isn't an area we're interested in exploring.

Let us talk and get back to you.

Okay?

Everybody's hard at work, I see.

Anymore billion-dollar breakthroughs?

-Just the one. -Minus the billion.

Wham!

Any calls, Sophie?

Landlord.

-Want me to get him? -I'll call from my desk.

-Did you eat? -Yep.

Both feet.

Scratched three VCs off the list.

Before I make this call,

please tell me there's enough in our account to cover rent.

Yeah, for two months.

But payroll is another story.

I know you don't want to hear this,

but I think it's time we consider approaching the drug companies.

No way. They would just buy us to kill us.

True, but at least you would get your money back.

You haven't taken a salary since we started this thing.

And you could be making five times what I'm paying you anyplace else.

-Ten. -See?

You're in for the cause, same as I am.

I would deny that in court, bankruptcy or otherwise.

Fine, I will continue to help you on your hunt for the golden ticket.

As long as you promise to rework your pitch.

What's wrong with my pitch? We fact-checked it a hundred times.

Facts are not your problem.

It's emotional engagement.

I know this is outside of your comfort zone.

But you already have your way in.

You just have to use it.

Catch us up, guys.

Trevor McIntire, seven years old,

pulled a frying pan of hot grease onto his head.

-Guardian? -Welfare mom. Still trying to locate her.

Looks like old scarring under the new injury.

Let's get him up to Burn One for a head-to-toe.

You've got a nice strong arm there, Trev.

You like baseball?

I'm gonna go up with him.

Hang in there, little man. All right?

Giants sure could use a guy like you in the bullpen.

Hey, Todd.

-I'll catch you back at the van. -Yeah.

Ooh, hey, Doc, can I get some attention over here?

It hurts when I do this.

Oh. Maybe you should stop doing that.

I don't know, I can't seem to help myself.

It's automatic when I get around a certain someone.

Todd, please. Can't you see this isn't the time or the place?

Hmm. Well, what I could see is you looking a little tense,

so I thought I'd try to put a smile on your face.

What's wrong?

We just lost a patient on the table.

Oh, babe, I'm sorry.

On top of that, we're short-staffed again.

And since I'm the low resident on the totem pole,

I'm forced to pick up the slack.

Well, as long as I've known you,

no one's ever forced you to do something you don't wanna do, Ange.

You can always say no.

You're right.

I need to have that conversation.

My girl. See you at home.

Okay. Bye.

You sure I can go?

-Stop. -You sure I'm good?

Name your crime, Todd.

I don't know.

I'd kill Hitler. I'd for sure kill Hitler.

That's not a confession, that's more a moral imperative.

Angela, show your man how it's done.

Yeah, no, there are too many guy questions in this bowl.

- -Marcos! Feliz cumpleaños!

No es gran cosa, nena.

I'm so sorry, everyone.

This party is no longer accepting apologies, only confessions.

-You're up. -Oh.

I thought maybe you'd retire this game along with my brother's 20s.