Angel from Hell

Previously on Angel From Hell...

Allison/Amy: Oh!

I'm so sorry.

No worries. Accidents happen.

I'll bet you're a very sweet person, Dr. Allison.

How did you know my name?

It's me, Amy, from the farmers' market!

- Who's this Bit-O-Honey? - I'm Brad. I'm the brother.

Your mother died 412 days ago, and since then, you've buried yourself

in work, buried yourself in a relationship.

How do you know all that stuff?

Honey, I'm your guardian angel.

He's working on boning your best friend.

Evan and I hooked up! (groans)

It's not that I believe you're an angel.

- But? - I could use a weird friend.

Do they come any weirder?

So, remember that weird woman

from the coffee shop a few weeks back?

- The one who put a sexual spell on me? - Yeah. Amy.

She's been texting, so I told her she could meet us for lunch.

Do you think you can keep your flirting in check?

That was a one-time thing.

I don't usually go for a mid-50s woman.

Hey! Aw...

Sorry I'm late.

Hey, you remember my brother Brad.

Who could forget the hottest brother since Idris Elba?

You're pretty fly yourself, girl. Mm!

It's happening again. I'm sorry. And it's a little un-PC this time.

All right, kids, dig in.

No arguing. My treat.

Uh, this is a pizza place... with their own food.

This is how hungry I am.

Should raw oysters be room temp?

So, Allison,

how's the love life?

Personal. Private.

I'm all about discretion.

You know, last night, I had a lovely time

with a certain vendor from the farmers' market,

and I will not name names, so don't even try.

Okay.

Was it the oyster guy?

It was the Oyster King of L.A.! Yes!

And I won't go into details other than to say

four orgasms.

So, Brad,

what's your O-count these days?

I'm going through a massive dry spell. Yeah, uh, two months.

Two months? Well, that doesn't make any sense.

I know.

Oh, come on! Oh, unless, of course,

you're still living in Allison's converted garage.

Yeah. Still getting back on my feet after the divorce.

I'll bet it's hard to seal the deal when the key to your house

is the wide button on a clicker.

I do tend to lose 'em coming around

- the side gate. - I'll bet you do.

Maybe what you need is a change of address, my friend.

Allison, it's your turn to share.

Come on. Has it been hard

to get back out there after the whole Evan fiasco?

How he cheated on you.

With your best friend.

- In your own house... - I got it. I was there.

Happened to me.

She has been a little paralyzed lately.

No, I have not been paralyzed.

I opened an online dating account.

- Well, good for you. - Yeah.

I found this really great app where I can study guys' profiles

and really think about my choices.

Not good for you. And, of course,

you are overthinking this.

What you need to do is turn off the old decision-maker

and just say... shuck it.

Mmm!

That's delicious.

- I'm going in. - Attaboy!

I don't... think those are very fresh.

Mm-mm.

Couldn't do it. My throat literally closed up.

More for me. (chuckles)

S01E03 Go with Your Gut

You got to go with your gut more, kid.

Turn off all those voices in your head.

Said the woman claiming to be an angel.

Oh, whoa, whoa, wait, stop. Now, you can't tell anybody

that I'm your guardian angel, okay?

That would be very bad for me.

Tons of paperwork.

How 'bout we don't even talk about the angel stuff?

Because I don't believe you're an angel.

As I was saying,

go with that guy, not that guy.

Grab the free sample, huh?

Pet the doggy. Smell the baby.

Mm. Whoa.

That is not a clean baby.

Ooh, test the Wet Paint sign.

They're almost always wrong.

Oh. That one was right.

Hey, Dad.

This is Amy. She needs to use the restroom.

Bit of a white lie. I just had to come up and meet Papa Bear.

Marv! Oh! (chuckles)

You're getting a face full of the sisters now, aren't you?

I'm sorry.

Or should I say You're welcome?

Sorry works.

Well, congratulations on that one. She's a masterpiece.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Who are you? - Amy. I'm Allison's new pal.

Hey, anybody want to buy some oysters?

Only a couple dozen left.

Marv: Yeah, no, you can't

sell seafood in the office.

Oh, of course, yes.

Beverly Hills, hmm?

Marv: Allison, do you know

how late you are? That's a real question, by the way.

- My watch stopped working again. - I know, and I feel terrible.

But I did text Nancy, and she pushed my 2:00.

Cool if I come backstage?

And that area's no longer sanitary.

Just call next time, okay? 'Cause you're never late

and it's a little weird.

Is he always like this?

Shaking with worry like a little Chihuahua?

What's happening?

Your daughter is

just... fine.

And, now, if you'll kindly direct me to your restroom,

I'd like to take a little birdbath in your sink.

That way.

When did you start palling around

with an oyster peddler in a vest?

She did help me find out that Evan was cheating on me.

I think she comes from a good place.

She's going to the bathroom with the door open.

Oops! My bad! (door shuts)

: Forgot we were in Beverly Hills.

Mmm.

Hey.

- What's going on? - Thanks for coming by.

Have a seat.

Okay.

How's your day so far?

- Well, I... - Listen, I got some rough news,

and I want to tell you in person.

I signed a lease on a new apartment.

- I'm moving out. - That's great.

Yes. For me. But things have been so brutal for you.

With your boyfriend cheating on you.

With your best friend. In your own house.

I just know that you-you felt safe with Big Bro Brad here.

The only time I was scared was the night you screamed

when you saw a bat.

I wasn't screaming. I was scrambling its sonar.

Bat.

- Get the broom. - Hello!

Oh. (chuckles) Hey, there you are.

Hey there, Allison. You know,

I felt terrible about forgetting my wallet

today at our lunch, so I wanted to come by,

give you these flowers to say thank you.

Aw. That's so thoughtful.

Oh. Wow. So, this is where the magic doesn't happen.

- I get it. (chuckles) - Not anymore. I'm moving out.

Good for you. So, you're escaping the, uh,

vortex of celibacy.

That's enough. (chuckles)

I don't take shots at where you live.

- Where do you live? - Just south of here.

Gorgeous doorman building,

very hip, full of beautiful people.

Hey, you know what might help the vibe in this place?

One of those chairs shaped like a giant hand.

You know?

And I think... yeah...

it would just fit through. (phone chimes)

Ooh. Do we have a match on your dating app?

Actually, yes. Yes, we do.

Yeah!

And this one looks interesting.

He works downtown. He's a defense attorney.

Sounds promising. Swipe right for yes.

Though, hold the phone...

- You are. - He likes a late harvest Malbec. Mm.

Could be a douche. No, I'm out.

Swiping left. Though he loves reading.

Mostly science fiction.

Your sister just froze. How do we reboot her?

I got this.

Dude, coaster.

Wow. Well...

what we have here is a terminal case of overthinking.

And the only cure? A night of underthinking.

You and I are going out tonight.