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Previously on "Casual"...
Now you know that if you marry Jordan,
you will spend every day thinking about me.
You want to ruin my life again?
Ruin it for yourself.
Why was she here, Alex?
Why was she in your house?
You take care of your relationships, I'll take care of mine.
I'm gonna burn your company to the ground.
Sarah told you, huh?
Jack mentioned that he had a really good time with you.
He did? I mean, yeah. We did. I had fun.
I went back and he was gone.
Just checked out of the hotel.
I... I have the wrong room.
Shouldn't have gone over there.
I mean, one conversation on a roof.
Probably a normal Thursday for him.
Text me. Call me. But don't disappear.
Okay.
I mean, all I wanted was a friend.
Is that so unreasonable?
The more you're dishonest with her,
the worse it's gonna get.
I thought it would be easier with a girl.
Why would you ever think that?
Hey.
Mm?
Get up.
Let me sleep.
I heard Alex in the garage.
I think he got the shotgun.
You don't have a shotgun.
Well,
maybe we do, maybe we don't.
I guess you just got to ask yourself one question.
Do I feel lucky?
Can you dodge buckshot in your weakened state?
Fucking nuthouse.
- You love it. - Whatever.
Good luck today.
Thanks.
Don't eat or drink anything beforehand.
Okay, Mom.
What?
I thought I'd just skip right to the nagging stage
of our relationship.
Uh-huh.
I'll bring you dinner later?
- No. - Yes.
Go out the side door.
He'll be aiming at the front.
Hey, did you have sex in my hot tub?
Yes.
Can you not?
Okay.
Thank you.
Good talk.
Are you all right?
You look like hell.
Morning.
Good morning.
I'm Sarah.
Oh, yeah.
- Right, sorry. - Hello, Sarah.
- Who wants breakfast? - It's not necessary.
Did you learn how to poach an egg?
I did not.
Well, then it's necessary.
To be fair, egg poaching is the highest level of difficulty
in the egg-cooking hierarchy.
There is scrambled, fried,
hard-boiled, soft-boiled...
Shut up. Let me work.
So you, uh,
took home the boss's wife.
He's not my boss.
And how long is she staying?
I don't know. Till she's ready.
Hmm.
Well, this should be good.
What now?
Alex Cole?
Yeah.
You've been served.
Morning.
- Hmm. - What?
Uh, uh, my patient canceled their morning session.
Mm.
- A gift from the gods. - Mm.
She's agoraphobic and locked herself in a bedroom.
Perfect. She won't come looking for you.
What?
Breakfast?
Think bigger.
You can go anywhere you want.
You can do anything you want.
- What do you do? - Um...
I... I take a walk.
Oh, my God. A walk?
Yeah. I'd take a walk.
And then I'd eat a sandwich the length of my arm.
Um, all right.
Where?
Um...
What...
is that?
It's just a commercial from when I was a kid.
High Trail Lake? Let's go.
No, it... well, it's too far.
It would take all day.
That's fine. I got all day. Cancel your afternoon.
No.
- No. - Why?
- Becau... - Patients cancel on you, right?
How many appointments do you have?
I have one.
Uh, is it a suicidal situation?
Well, I mean, I'd kill myself if I were her.
No, I...
That's awesome. I love that. All right.
- She's gonna be fine. - Didn't mean it that way.
- There you go. - I...
- Pack a bag. - Ugh.
I'll pick you up in an hour.
You're being sued for negligence.
Negligence?
And violating your company's morality clause.
W... this is slander.
Hey, can I make a couple of phone calls from your room?
Of course. How were the eggs?
- Delicious. Told you.
Um... Alex...
I mean, this is vindictive and excessive.
This guy's trying to destroy my life.
Why is Sarah Finn in your house?
Valerie.
You're here early.
I know that song.
Jesus, fuck.
Oh, sorry. Val, did I scare you?
Uh...
Uh, yeah.
I'm sorry.
I am sorry. Aw.
Sorry we didn't get to talk the other day,
but it's so good to see you.
Yeah.
Are those my flip-flops?
Oh, yeah. Is that okay?
Oh, sure.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I've got to take this. Sorry again.
Cal... calm down, Mom. I'm here.
I've alread... I've already apologized to...
Yes. I know. I know.
I will... I will. I will call...
I don't know if she feels comfortable here.
Alex.
- Val, there are bigger problems. - Like what?
What is that?
- Don't worry about it. - Leon.
It's, uh, a small legal hiccup.
Val.
It's not...
Did I not tell you that this would happen?
Did I not tell you
that this would totally blow up in your face?
We'll take care of it.
Who? You and Leon?
Yeah. Me and Leon.
He's a sound tech.
- Composer. - He's a composer.
Supposed to be at the lake.
I'm supposed to be eating a sandwich,
but no, I don't get to.
- Val... - deal with this.
Val, give me that.
Give it to me.
You don't need to do anything.
Go.
Go on. Go.
We got it.
What do we do now?
I have a friend.
Maybe he could help.
What friend?
Hey. How was family night?
The usual.
Just the three of us, sipping scotch,
watching "The Ice Storm."
Fun.
Hey, uh, Liza Anne's playing a secret show tonight at Largo.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, we should go.
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