Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist

Well, that was weird.

- Really weird. - Mm-hmm.

- Maybe we never try that again. - Mm-hmm.

You're the one who suggested that we...

switch...

to opposite sides of the bed

to see if we liked the other better,

and I kept waking up confused.

- I didn't know where I was. - Well, I'm sorry, buddy.

You're here... in my bedroom,

stuck with me.

Lucky me.

I've really enjoyed these past few weeks together.

They've made me feel much closer to you.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

And there's still so much more you have to learn.

I mean, there must be a million things

we don't know about each other.

There are?

Well, I bet you didn't know that

I am a part of an elite weekly woodworking club.

Like sawing, and hammering, and making wood stuff?

In an elite way.

Okay.

What about you, what are some things about you

that I would not be able to guess?

Mm...

Let me think.

Oh, you know how short I am?

- Is that a secret? - No.

- Try again. - No?

Oh.

Today, Mo is taking me to see a professional medium.

It was his birthday present to me,

and we're gonna use it to contact my father.

I didn't know you believed in that stuff.

I'm not sure I do, but we'll see what happens.

Just be careful, okay?

My mom was totally scammed by a shady psychic

after my dad died, and...

they can be real grief vampires, so.

Well, I'll have to bring some garlic

to protect myself.

Mwahahahahaha.

Oh, another secret is I like to do voices sometimes.

Hey, Mom?

Can I borrow Dad's fancy watch for the day?

The medium requires a personal object

- to connect to the other side. - Oh, yeah, sure.

Just don't read the inscription on the back.

It's kind of an inside and dirty joke

Do you want to grab a plate, sweetie?

No, Mo's actually waiting for me

and, you know, maybe so is Dad.

Well, yeah. He's probably hanging out with Elvis and Larry King.

This was a gift,

so I don't know how this is gonna go,

but if anyone has a question for Dad, let me know.

Ask him how he feels about me quitting my job

and if he still loves me.

You can tell him

that I miss him every single day, and, um,

if you could find out what he did with that rice cooker,

I need it for a dinner party thing.

You're having a dinner party thingy?

The Millers and the Blausteins are coming over.

Nothing fancy, but after your birthday,

I decided maybe it's time to be social again.

Come on, let's go get you that watch.

Hey Zoey, maybe ask the psychic

if I'll ever feel joy again?

I will, sure.

This is the psychic?

Is she gonna read my mind or is she gonna knit me a sweater?

She's done both for me, but she's not a psychic.

She prefers the term "intuitive."

Who wants fizzy water?

I only have pamplemousse.

Sounds good, Nova. I only drink pamplemousse.

Here you go.

Dead people make me thirsty.

Oh, that's part of her process.

Okay, so how do we do this? Do I just start talking?

Like, "Hey, Dad, are you up there listening?

Knock twice if you can hear me."

I wish people would have an open mind

about other people's special abilities.

You know, it is so easy to mock

what you do not understand.

Did you bring an item of your father's?

Uh, I did.

Oh, d...

Spicy.

Okay, let's begin.

Sorry about that.

Building has electrical problems,

Or...

you and I have a deep

psychological connection.

One or the other.

Now I'm sensing that

there is something not right inside of you.

That's 'cause she ain't right.

You're really dark inside.

Wait, not dark, no. Mixed-up.

But your dad, uh...

now he's trying to communicate.

Is there any way,

and I know this is probably not gonna make much sense

to you at first, but, uh,

did your Dad...

like...

movies?

Yeah.

My dad, like...

most humans on planet Earth,

enjoyed movies.

Baby, not my Auntie June.

She went to go see "Marley & Me",

and she never went back.

Oh, oh, God. He's fading.

He's fading.

He's gone.

Okay, he's gone. That's it.

Yeah, that's it.

Okay.

How is any of this real?

- How are your powers real? - I don't know.

But if Simon's gonna look at me the way that I was just

looking at Nova, then I'm never telling him about my powers.

Shift is over and I am free.

Waiting for Rose?

Uh, yeah. You waiting for Simon?

Yeah. Look at us.

Waiting for dates.

- And being totally chill about it. - How are you two doing?

Honestly, things are going pretty...

Things are going pretty great.

No complaints, so...

What?

What's wrong?

Uh, you just sang

the most deeply sad

and haunting heart song I've ever heard

- in my life. - Really?

I don't know why.

I mean, I was just thinking about how positive things are.

Rose and I are going to Happy Times Fun Land tonight.

- Hey, hi you two. - Hey.

Hey, oh, Zoey, I'm really glad that you're here.

My friend is having an art show this week,

and it's all computer-themed pieces.

I thought maybe you two tech-heads would want to go.

Yeah, sure. That sounds great. Thanks, Rose.

Cool, I'll get your email from Max.

See?

Sad people don't party at Happy Times Fun Land.

Not tonight they don't.

Hmm...

Something about this is really fu...

...nky.

Hey, can I come in? I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

No, but you will see a "Do Not Disturb" sign

on my door later this evening that I stole

from the Ritz Carlton.

Perry and I are having our first sleepover.

- Ooh, are you gonna build a fort? - Don't do that.

But I am gonna go sit over there right now

and watch a marathon of "Law & Order: SVU."

Do you need something?

I think my powers are malfunctioning again.

Malfunctioning how? You only hear jazz.

Oh, you only hear animals.

You only hear animals singing jazz.

No, I heard Max sing this heartbreaking,

super sad heart song.

Like his soul was breaking.

But he swears he's fine,

and actually,

I mean, he did seem fine.

Well, as Detective Olivia Benson would say, "He's lying!"

That wasn't worth it.

I spilled my coffee everywhere and on me.

What if he's not lying, though?

Is the universe messing with me?

I mean, the songs have never been wrong before.

Honestly, as Olivia would also say,

the easiest solution is always the right one.

Sounds like to me

that you need to interrogate the suspect

and get him to sing again.

Oh, I need my own cop show.

So you're really not depressed

at all, like, at all, at all?

No, I'm happy. Now can you pass me a sugar, please?

Sounds like somebody's trying to change the subject.

Is that because something really bad happened with Rose?