Casual

Previously on "Casual"...

- Well, it, uh, looks like you're being asked

to sell a stake in Snooger

to JME Capital.

- Jordan Anderson. Thanks for coming in.

So you, uh, took home the boss' wife.

- You can hang around, watch me fire your employees.

Or you can sign. They all get to keep their jobs,

and Snooger becomes a line item

on a spreadsheet I glance at every other quarter.

- You didn't, uh, borrow me and Mae-Yi's road bikes

last Saturday, did you?

- I just found out that my friend has cancer

and it's a little hard for me to think about bikes right now.

Come on, it's tattoo roulette.

The surprise is half the fun.

Emojis?

They're our emojis.

They're from our first text.

So what, you're not into me anymore?

You know that feeling

when you get someone and they get you?

Yeah.

It's gone.

I made a mistake.

I want you back.

Jesus, Drew.

I'm dying.

Where's Mom?

Your mother has chosen to

recuse herself from the situation.

She finds this whole thing a bit unpalatable.

- So we're supposed to take care of you?

Unpalatable?

- I'll be euthanizing myself this evening.

This is really what you want?

It is.

Guys?

- You're not really going back to Drew, are you?

No, I don't think I am.

But it's time for me to leave this house.

- It'd been, I don't know, three weeks, a month.

And I thought she was doing great.

But then the phone rings...

- Two days. That's how long it took.

Two days before the texting started.

- I wanted to believe she could leave the nest,

that she could fly, but...

- "Hi. How are you? What's going on?

It's--oh--it rain."

- I get it. This is all new for her.

A new house, a new world.

It's like that scene at the end of "Room."

- The smiley face, the winky face,

the laugh-cry, cry-cry, the...

- And that neighborhood is not safe at all.

- He's an emotional wheel of fortune.

You know, it's just spinning and spinning and spinning...

- She's crying out for help. "Save me, save me, save me."

Did I tell you that he's

renting out bedrooms like a brothel?

Well, does he

make money from just the rooms

or does he take a piece of the action?

Brothel-wise?

That's not funny because

he--he could end up with a serial killer.

- And serial killers really like

the whole real apartment experience.

You think I'm overreacting?

Yes.

Oh.

Where is this fucking German?

Thought their whole thing was efficiency.

German?

Huh.

Bye, Leon.

Hans!

Hans.

Hans?

Yes.

How do I look?

For what?

Good night.

Hot tub,

record player, bar,

laundry, kitchen that way.

My room.

Dad's charred remains.

And your choice of bedroom.

Left was my sister's.

Right was my niece's.

You really can't go wrong, but I'm guessing

less weird shit went down in that one.

Oh.

This will work.

- Great. All right, I gotta run,

but text me if you need anything.

Restaurant recs, bars.

It's important you not see this as an Airbnb

but as your home away from home.

I will try.

Wunderbar.

Don't forget to sign the guest book.

Yeah, I've been working on some new stuff.

And I'm reading.

Playing the guitar.

Just kind of catching up, you know?

Wow.

What?

Nothin--I don't know, just--

you sound good.

Yeah, I think I am.

How's Dad?

Oh, you know,

same old.

- Is he haunting you yet? - No.

I'm sure they had to bring in a bigger boat

to get him across the Styx, so

I doubt he's even settled in.

- We should think about what to do with his ashes.

I read that you can plant them in a tree.

- He'd probably start some arboreal plague

and turn the world into a "Mad Max" desert.

Yeah, probably.

- Maybe we could shoot him into space?

Or...I've got it,

make him into fireworks.

Or a pencil set.

Mm.

- I don't know, maybe we should just

bury him in my backyard.

- Yeah. That's probably best.

Did you valet?

I'm around the corner.

Oh, okay.

- This was fun. - Want to get another drink?

You don't have to, I just

like drinking.

No, totally, um...

It's just getting kind of late.

I've got a long day tomorrow.

- Oh, yeah. Me too.

You know, clients.

You know.

- It was good to catch up. - Yeah.

Let's do it again sometime soon.

Yeah, of course.

Oh.

- Okay. Bye. - Bye.

Hello?

Good night, Hans.

Val, good morning.

Hey, Tina.

Oh, wow, isn't it perfect out?

It's the kind of day where you want to

lie out and drink mimosas until dark.

- Yeah. That does sound very decadent.

I--I just wanted to check back in

about my sink.

- Oh--ugh. The sink.

You are so right, and that is my bad.

My handyman has been on this soul searching expedition,

and I didn't want to interrupt him

unless it was absolutely necessary.

But I see now that it is necessary.

So you know what? I'm gonna shoot him a text.

How's that sound?

That's great.

Thank you. - No worries.

And in the meantime, enjoy this perfect morning.

Yeah.

- Hans. Perfect timing.

Pull up a chair.

So how was your night?

Seeing the sights? Getting a feel for the city?

- Yeah. It's very nice.

Great.

And you're here for business? Pleasure?

Not that those two things are mutually exclusive

and, really, it's sad if they are, but--

you know what I mean.

I have a couple of meetings.

Then I-- - Hey.

Question for you.

Do you think

our obsession with borders and national identity

is holding us back from creating a global egalitarian society

or

are we, as animals in a

world of scarce resources,

simply destined for a life of tribal infighting?

That is

a very complicated question.

- Oh, hm. Right?

It's funny the things you think about when you've got free time.

Also I've been getting into soccer.

Do you like Bayern Munich?

Uh, yes.