Work in Progress

Previously on Work in Progress.

I'm gonna kill myself in 180 days

if there's one almond left and I don't feel any better.

- I'm done. - We should talk about your future.

You should just say, "Chris, I saw your dead name.

I didn't mean to, but I did."

It's the not telling him that is now the problem.

I saw your dead name.

You're not honest about who you are.

You thought that the right thing to do was to lie to my face?

I can't do this anymore.

- Please. - Don't follow me.

You said that you loved me, Melanie.

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- Fuck. No. -

Fuck me. Fuck.

Okay, no.

Okay, it was not May.

No, fuck you, it was on... that was his birthday.

- Would've been more like... -

June-ish, it was June-ish, okay.

Mom's birthday was June 15th. We went to New York.

That's...

It's... Ah!

Here it is.

Awesome.

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Hello, Abby.

Dr. Franklin?

Have a seat.

You're dead.

I know.

But, have a seat.

Okay.

I see you're still counting down almonds.

If you think this is a healthy coping mechanism,

- I think you might be mistaken. - You know about the almonds?

I always wondered if you heard that before you died.

So Abby, talk to me about all of this.

Um, no, I know.

No, look, I do know what it looks like

and what it is, but I'm just trying to figure something out.

- Yes? - I'm trying to figure out

why I'm so broken and fucked up

and why I just drove yet another person out of my life.

Does this seem like a healthy thing to do?

No, but I guess also talking to my dead therapist

in the middle of my fucking living room

also isn't healthy and I'm doing that.

Then why do it?

Because, dead Dr. Franklin,

I don't know what else to do.

My boyfriend Chris, I haven't seen him in days.

And I don't even know if I can still call him that.

And all he keeps saying is that he needs more time,

- - which would...

- _ -

Who was that?

Not Chris.

Abby.

We are done.

How are you feeling?

I will fucking kill you again.

You need to talk about your feelings.

You know what you have to do?

You need to take your fucking head

- and shove it up your fucking... -

You are so fucking lucky.

Hello?

It's your sister.

What?

Abby, buzz me up.

Aly, it is not a good time.

What the fuck am I even doing? I...

You can start by talking to a real person.

And delete this picture. It's morbid.

It's time to move on.

Try a picture of a horse, or the beach or something.

Horses are pretty, they're kind.

Remind me why I gave you those keys again?

Remember? If your apartment is burning, I can come in

and save the family photo albums.

Taste of Heaven scones, mm-hmm.

Parking's a bitch on that block, so you are welcome.

Why are you even here, Aly?

After the wedding,

you said that you wanted to talk,

which you never do.

And then you never called.

And then you won't return my calls,

so I am here to tell you that whatever it is,

it can't be that bad.

Oh, that's why you're here?

To tell me that it can't be that bad?

How about this, uh...

Remember Dad's wedding?

Remember that really fun day?

The day that we decided to fucking erase Mom from our lives?

I saw Chris's dead name,

and because your younger sister makes nothing but great choices,

I didn't tell him for a week.

And then when I finally got up the guts to tell him,

he disappeared,

and I don't know where he is,

I don't know when he's coming back,

but I do know he's gonna break up with me

because I made one mistake!

Okay, I made two mistakes!

I looked at his dead name,

and then I held it back from him on purpose. Fuck!

- Abby, I... - You know what?

If you are searching for something meaningful to say,

just don't.

I-I don't know what to say.

No, I know you don't. So, you know what,

you really don't have to stay.

You can just fucking leave.

No.

No.

I'm gonna stay, Okay?

I'm gonna have you lay on that couch,

I'm gonna make you something to eat,

I'm gonna put you to bed and then you're gonna get

a good night's sleep. Okay?

Who died and made you boss?

Mom.

Would you mind telling me,

whose brain

I did put in?

And you won't be angry?

- I will not be angry. - Oh, my...

Abby someone.

Abby who?

Abby Normal.

Do you... do you remember when Mom used to call you that?

- She loved this movie. - Oh, she did.

I'm almost sure that was the name.

Are you saying that I put an abnormal brain

into a seven and a half foot long...

You really need to get a new therapist.

Oh, I know. I talked to my dead one today.

- I was a fuckin' mess. -

Is that what you're telling me?

It's okay.

Oh!

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Hour by hour,

just get through the day.

You can do this.

Oh, my God, it's so good to see you!

How are you?

Ah, you look amazing.

I heard about that, it sounded like awesome times.

No, really, you rescued a dog?

I'd love to meet your family and your friends.

Close enough.

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Thank you so much.

- _ -

Oh, my God,

I can't believe I did that without spilling.

I'm not what you call a steady walker.

Oh. Well, thank you.

I guess straws are illegal now.

So, Abby, Abby, Abby.

Susan.

Susan, Susan.

Do you like where you're at?

Usually when I'm here, I sit at a table by the window,

but this table's okay.

You're funny.

No, I mean, do you like what you're doing?

At work?

Sure.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Or even a year from now?

Honestly,

I don't know where I see myself tomorrow.

I only allow myself to have one a week.

- Did I already tell you that? - Uh... yeah, you did.

Few times.

So can I tell you where I see you in a year?

Sure.

Working for us full-time. No more temping.

We find you a position

that utilizes all of your very specific quirks.

And... and talents.

And if that job doesn't exist, we create it.

Abby, I don't wanna lose you.

I just keep sensing that you're one foot out the door.

- Actually, uh... -

- Oh, do you need to get that? - No, no, that's all right.

So.

I... don't know what to say.

Well, how 'bout we meet on Monday

and we start to dream-storm.

Really mind blast,

brain excavate,

and we'll come up with something.