Gypsy

I used to believe that people determined their own lives.

We were in control, commanding our futures,

choosing our spouses, picking professions,

responsible for the decisions that shape the course of our lives.

And yet, there is one force more powerful than free will.

Our unconscious.

Underneath the suits, behind closed doors, we're all ruled by the same desires.

And those desires can be raw and dark and deeply shameful.

The more you watch someone, the more you realize,

we are never really who we say we are.

In fact, hidden underneath, there's always a secret.

We might actually be someone else.

- We decaf the assholes. - What does that mean?

If the customer's being a dick,

then we give 'em decaf beans instead of caff.

And how do you determine who's a dick?

Sometimes it's obvious.

- Hey, what can I get for you? - Um, Americano, thanks.

- Name for the order? - Diane.

A $1,000 designer suit.

They're like regulars who never tip.

They pretend they tip, you know?

Letting their hand linger over the tip jar, but nothing ever goes in.

Coming right up...

It's like they think we're oblivious.

Hey, how's your morning going?

Good, thanks.

- Americano. - Okay.

I know it was a very traumatic breakup for her,

but I'm nervous.

I read that women over 35

are 53% more likely to end up alone.

- I read that in the Sunday Times. - Hmm.

Have you heard about that?

Claire, you can't blame yourself for your daughter's breakup.

Rebecca's relationship is her responsibility, her choice.

I thought of signing her up with OkCupid.

Isn't that what they call it?

But it's not your decision.

For all you know,

Rebecca might already be on OkCupid or dating.

See, if you keep trying to control her, she's gonna keep pushing you away.

You know what I'm gonna say.

Yeah, I know, boundaries.

I know, I know.

But, you know, I'm worried. I can't help it.

She works all the time, and she does not date.

And soon she's gonna be old, and then what's gonna happen to her?

Our goal in this room is to focus on you.

And for now, you just need to carve out some time

and figure out what it is that you need to be happy.

Diane? Who's Diane?

What?

Oh.

Must have picked up someone else's.

Jean, can I ask you something, friend to friend?

I'm not your friend. I'm your therapist, Claire.

Well, just about this, I mean, you are.

I just want you to know that I really like to please you.

But I have a hard time letting go.

I cannot let go.

It's a process.

Hey, Sam. Come on in.

It's not just that.

I don't know, I keep hearing her voice in my head.

I wish it would stop, but, um...

Sam, it's okay to be emotional.

It's been eight months. You must think I'm such a loser.

I don't judge, and who cares what I think, anyway?

She made things exciting.

Whatever you were doing, she made you feel like

you're part of the best thing in the world.

It could be buying groceries.

It didn't matter.

I never was adventurous, but she made me feel like I was.

And now, it's like this thing was taken from me,

and I feel worthless.

- Sorry. - No, it's okay.

You just need to give it some time.

You guys were in a very serious, co-dependent relationship.

And it makes sense now that you feel like...

you can't survive without her.

Maybe it'll help if you go home, pack up her stuff

and just put it in a box.

As long as I have this,

it's fucking impossible to keep her out of my mind.

I see it, and I just remember how she convinced me of all people to get it

when I've always been completely opposed to tattoos.

How did she convince you?

It's like...

we're all searching for a larger meaning.

And Sidney was it for me.

Maybe I've always been searching for a reason

with all the crazy shit going on in the world.

She was persuasive.

It's like staring at the sun.

You know you should probably stop,

but it's the most intense feeling in the whole world

that you can't help but look.

And being the one in her favor...

there's nothing better.

So he planned the proposal,

but is anxious because he's still cheating with his co-worker.

- How long has that been going on? - About a year.

- He shouldn't marry her. - Uh, that's not for us to decide.

We're here to address his issues, not make his decisions.

I'm sorry. I just feel like we've been hearing about his rampant cheating stories

for the past year straight.

And now he's getting married.

Well, behavior change takes a long time.

And he's made growth in his commitment to his relationship,

so as long as he's showing up for sessions and putting the work in...

I'm not questioning that we support our patients,

but if they keep making poor choices, maybe we need to change tactics.

It's just disheartening that sometimes

all we can do is help them keep their head above water.

Jean, I understand it can be frustrating.

We have to trust that with time comes clarity.

And at the end of the night,

we go home to our lives, and they lead theirs.

You know, when I used to think Darryl was cheating on me,

we would have sex, he'd close his eyes,

and I would try and imagine who he was thinking about the entire time.

How fucked up is that?

And it would turn me on.

- You are crazy as hell. -

Are you telling me you've never thought about cheating?

Well, even if I wanted to, I just don't have time.

Fuck off. Okay, my point is,

even if I was the best therapist in the world,

there's no way I could cure anyone's issues with monogamy.

I mean, maybe just get them to acknowledge it,

which might be even worse.

Ignorance, man, it's underrated.

If I were Hunter, I'd tell that poor girl to run for the hills,

and I'd tell my patient to find someone who actually satisfies him.

Yeah, but then Hunter would get fucking fired,

and he's the only piece of eye candy in that office, so no, thank you.

But I'm liking this rebellious spirit, Jeanie.

Means making supervision that much more tolerable.

Hi, um...

Combo with lamb, please.

I'll take the Greek salad with dressing on the side, thanks.

Hey, so Friday, I am having people over.

I gotta christen that view.

Yeah.

Friday's tricky for me. I have dinner with the Faitelsons.

Are you serious?

I thought you were allergic to the Stepford wives.

I mean, they're not my favorite people, but they're amusing, and it's convenient.

You know what? If I was your therapist,

I would tell you, you need to let go a little.

Can't remember the last time we did anything real.

- That was all. - Oh.

- That's, uh, not true. Thank you. - Thank you.

I do not bullshit you, my friend.

Hey, my next appointment isn't till four.

I need a Brazilian. Want to head uptown?

Oh, 'cause that's so fun?

I have a two o'clock. I should head back, especially after this morning.

Where'd that rebellious spirit go, Jeanie?

- -

Your office is so corporate.

Thank you.

You think you'd want to make it, like, warm or something.

You said on the phone it was urgent.

My friend Drew said her mom came, and you're like some miracle worker, so...

I'm not a miracle worker.

Therapy's a serious commitment, and it begins with communication.

So let's start with why you're here.

It's a pretty brutal story. Are you sure you can handle it?

This is a safe space, Allison.

Well, I got into Fordham, okay?

Studying, like, history.

And I'm talking to this guy, Allister, from Berlin.

I mean, long story, but I got into pills.

First just, like, for work, and whatever,

then it got kind of out of hand.

What kind of pills?

First just, like, Adderall, you know? Shit to help me concentrate.

And then some other stuff.

Anyway, the point is that shit's expensive,

like, real pricey.

And my mom works really hard to make tuition.

She's a receptionist at this healthcare place,

and I don't qualify for financial aid 'cause my dad has problems with the IRS.

Just another fucked up story from a dysfunctional girl.

Anyway, so I stole a check and used it for drugs.

And what happened?

What do you think happened?

I had to drop out.

And now I don't know what to do.

Have you told your mom?

That's the thing, I can't.

'Cause as if this isn't a fucking nightmare as it is,

my mom just got the results of a CT scan, and it turns out she has lung cancer.

So, no, I'm just the biggest disappointment,

and that's how she'll remember me.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Why? You just met me.