Casual

Previously on "Casual"...

- Children always blame their parents

for their problems.

It's the easiest way to avoid responsibility.

Have you met Drew's new partner?

I've not.

- But you should so you can unburden yourself, start fresh.

I'm just about to cook dinner.

You want to come over? - You don't have to do that.

- I know. I want to.

- I-I have a thing. - What thing?

- With Emmy. - Who's Emmy?

Oh, the girl with the boyfriend?

- It's complicated. - It's not complicated.

You're her mistress. - Michael?

You're her mistress. - Michael?

Mom?

- Oh, shit. - It was supposed to be me.

- Ple... Honey, where are you going?

Home.

Uh, that's not gonna fit.

Uh, that's not gonna fit.

- It'll fit. - I don't...

Told you.

- No potatoes? - Fuck potatoes.

Mac and cheese. - Amen.

How did she sound? - Uh...

There were undertones of rage.

Subtle, but distinct. - She's punishing me.

- Well, you did sleep with the man of her dreams.

Ugh, please don't.

You talk to Drew?

Briefly.

- Yeah? Anything?

What's he gonna say?

Oh!

Oh!

I just want her back.

- Okay. Once she walks in, we won't let her out.

- How? - Zone defense.

- Zone defense? - Against a formidable opponent.

We got to work as a team.

Oh, shit.

- Who's that? - My package guy.

- You got a package guy? - I got a guy for everything.

- What's in the box? - All part of the plan.

- What plan? - A really good plan.

- What? - A crafty one.

Probably the best plan I've ever come up with.

Probably the best plan I've ever come up with.

Hi. There we go.

Very good. Don't eat any.

Bye.

- I can't get it out of my head...

"He was supposed to fuck me."

I mean, it's histrionic. It's borderline delusional.

- Oh, no, none of that. - What?

- None of that psychobabble. Today you are a fun mom.

You put on a bright smile,

push that pain down nice and deep,

and pretend to be pleasant.

Don't even mention his name.

- She needs to talk about it. - Oh, she will.

Trust me, these things don't go away.

Hey...

Huh?

Huh?

We got this.

Me and you...

in the zone.

That's right.

Remember, big smile.

- Hi, Laura. - Hi, Valerie.

Happy Thanksgiving.

- Oh, you remember Mae-Yi, right?

- Oh, you remember Mae-Yi, right?

- Valerie, it's nice to meet you.

- What is... Uh...

- Oh, you know what? That's my fault.

I totally thought I texted you.

- Mae-fucking-Yi? - Deep breaths. We're okay.

I don't think I'm okay.

I feel like my hands are numb. - We're okay.

- I don't know how I'm gonna... - You're just gonna...

- I don't even... What does... What does that mean?

- Focus. Head in the game.

Mae-Yi?

Mae-Yi?

How about a tour of the house?

- Oh, I don't really... - Sure you do.

Yeah, let's go this way first. - Okay.

Watch the wine.

Be careful you don't trip.

- I've missed you.

Hey, you want to see my room?

- And here's the lovely backyard.

So then I had this little place off Abbot Kinney.

Thought I'd do the whole surf-bum thing,

Thought I'd do the whole surf-bum thing,

but it turns out I don't like surfers or bums.

Uh-huh.

- You ever spend any time around those people?

Bums?

- Westsiders. - Oh. Uh...

No, not really.

- Don't. 405 to the ocean's a dead zone.

- I like Santa Monica. - You'll grow out of that.

Oh.

So what do you think of the foliage?

I think it's mostly conifers.

I think it's mostly conifers.

Those are, you know, the ones...

Ones with the cones.

- You don't have to just keep me busy.

You know that, right? - What? Mae-Yi, we're bonding.

Excuse me.

- She's really angry. - Val, she's a teenager.

She's an anger factory. All she's saying is, "Love me".

- Those aren't the words I'm hearing.

Just go talk to her.

Hello, hello.

Very shrewd.

- What? - Your little care package.

- What? - Your little care package.

Oh, you mean the cake pops?

- Did you do that to piss Jake off?

Jake doesn't like cake pops?

- No. He doesn't like reminders of you

showing up at our door.

You know he has rules about the holidays.

- For such a free spirit, he's awfully traditional.

- You knew exactly what you were doing.

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

But now that I got you, what are you doing for dinner?

- Actually, this is one of my favorites,

just 'cause of the shadow.

It just took, like, hours to get to that point.

- You'd have to figure that's exactly twice as long.

- You'd have to figure that's exactly twice as long.

- Yeah. - Uh, um, hey.

So, I-I think we can all agree

it's time for Laura to get back to living

in a stable environment, huh?

- Oh, definitely. Uh, let me just get it straight.

First, it was the waffle guy, and then there was the waiter...

Nicely done, by the way... And then the dick pic?

- Okay, so you were talking about my sex life?

- I've been trying to, but it's quite the saga.

- Oh, saga? Sorry, what are you getting at?

- Oh, saga? Sorry, what are you getting at?

- You're the one talking about a stable environment.

Mae-Yi and I are trying to make a home together.

- You can't make a home in my house.

I'll get it.

- Actually, I think we need to finish talking about this.

- It's fine. We both needed the chance to explore.

- Uh, wait. You cheated. I'm dating.

- Fucking is fucking. - No, it isn't.

- Grandma, hi. Where's your boyfriend?

He's parking the car.

Valerie, Drew.

Valerie, Drew.

What is happening?

"Boyfriend"?

No, no, no.

Why?

Oh, Mom, Mom. Be careful.

- Oh... Honey, I am so sorry.

- Oh... Honey, I am so sorry.

That looked like such a lovely casserole.

But I brought your favorite...

Mashed potatoes.

Oh. I can take care of this.

Did you know she was coming?

- No. - So you invited her?

Trying to punish everyone?

Hello, hello.

Oh.

Oh.

That's no boyfriend.

That's your grandfather.

My God...

Look at you.

Have you...

My lovely children.

You know, there's no joy that's greater in a man's life

than when his family comes together in celebration.

I already know what I'm thankful for.

I already know what I'm thankful for.

- When's the last time you saw him?

- I don't know... Ten years.

Boyfriend?

- I didn't even know they were talking.

- It's an act, right? I mean, it has to be.

Do you think he's dying?

Looks okay to me.

- Yeah, but you can't tell from the outside.

For all we know, there could be some horrible disease

that's just ravaging his organs.

One can only hope.