Sirens

Hey, it's okay.

I'm here.

- Hi. -

Huh.

Hey.

I thought you went home.

And miss this bangin' playlist? Yeah, right.

Obviously, I wasn't gonna leave you here with your mangled boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

- Oh. - Yeah.

Any news?

No, he's still out.

You were saying "sirens" in your sleep.

- I was? - Mmm.

Hmm.

- Should I get you an edible arrangement? -

I'm really sorry, Devon.

It's fine. I was fucking with you.

No, it's not fine.

I know what "sirens" means. I should have answered you.

You were busy.

And all that stuff I said to you last night too.

I am really...

really sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

- Well, you're a bitch, so... -

What you said is stuff I needed to hear, so...

you did me a favor.

What was wrong...

when you texted me all those times?

You really wanna know?

Yeah.

Um...

The day of Dad's appointment, when he was diagnosed,

um, he couldn't sleep, but he couldn't remember...

...why he couldn't sleep, so he kept waking me up all night

asking me, um, "What did the doctor say? Where are my medications?"

"What's gonna happen to me now?"

Like...

It's, like, every half-hour,

"What did the doctor say, Devon?"

"Where are my medications? What's gonna happen to me now?"

And his face was so, like, dumb and...

lost and scared, and I just lost my fucking shit

and I just screamed at the top of my lungs,

"Fuck you. Go back to fucking bed."

And I was really scared I was gonna hurt him.

But he woke me up a half-hour later and asked me the same questions.

- You have to get out of that house, Devon. - I know.

No, but you really do. You've gotta go.

What's he gonna do without me?

He's a vet. He has benefits.

I have a new job. I'll kick in if it helps you get out of there.

What's the new job?

Um, well, Kiki promoted me.

I'm gonna run the foundation in New York. It's a huge pay bump, free apartment.

Oh, look at you.

Sorry, that sounded mean. I... I...

Hey, I meant it.

Look at you.

I'm proud of you, Simone.

Why don't you come stay with me in the city for a while?

- - Yeah.

And do what?

Okay, what about Palm Beach then?

Morgan told me he invited you. I think it's a fabulous idea.

Yeah, well, he's a pretty sailor, but no.

Perfect gateway drug. Go away for a month, stay forever.

I can't sail away on a yacht, Simone. I don't even have health insurance.

Well, what do you wanna do?

What do you want?

Don't ask me shit like that. You sound like Ryan Gosling.

I think that you wanna go. I think you wanna say, "Yes, Morgan."

Go on, try it.

Yes, Morgan.

And,

"Bye, Bruce."

Bye, Bruce.

Your life

is about to get amazing.

Come here.

- Shoes? - Yes.

- Sunglasses too? - Sunglasses too.

What about her gala dress?

That should go back to Caroline. Everything else should go.

Good morning, Mrs. Kell. I have your smoothie here.

Thank you, Patrice.

Today, we have a black cherry cold press with sea kelp and tarragon.

What?

Your smoothie. It's a black cherry cold press with--

Oh God, no, not today.

Not today.

What do you mean, all boxed up?

I don't know. All her stuff's in boxes up there.

Wow. Hey, what about Missy? You talk to her? Do you know what's up?

Yeah, she just said that Mrs. K told her to... to box the stuff up. No further deets.

I don't know, maybe they're packing for New York or something?

Packing for New York in cardboard boxes?

Michaela would rather die.

"Breaking news."

"Mrs. K said to label the boxes for Goodwill."

- - "Her stuff is getting donated."

- Simone must be getting fired. -

Are you kidding me?

- Holy shit. -

- We did it. - I'm going to start crying.

- The reign of terror is over. -

Thank you, Lord Jesus. You're good. You're a merciful God.

- Bring it in, man. Oh my God. -

- - I'm gonna spread this news wide.

Yes. Zeus.

- - Play Jose's Celebration Mix.

Oh, yes, Zeus.

- Uh-huh. - Playing Jose's Celebration Mix.

- Okay. Come on, man. -

Whoo!

- Let's go! -

- Yes! -

Come on, now. You got it.

So, he's never gonna dance again?

- Yeah. - Reinforcements have arrived.

- We brought coffee. - Ooh, gimme, gimme.

And Portuguese fruit tarts from the local bakery. Don't tell Patrice.

- Thanks, Peter. - Mmm.

- Yeah, thanks, Big Cheese. - Mm-hmm.

So, any word from the patient?

Yes, uh, he's awake, but groggy.

He's got, uh, two broken legs, a broken arm,

a couple broken ribs, and a concussion.

Wow.

Yeah. Um, they said that we could see him soon, though.

- Well, I'll wait with you. - Okay.

You want me to take you back to the house still?

Yeah, I think I should be there when my dad wakes up.

- Are you good? - Mmm.

I know you two have lots to discuss, so this is great.

How subtle. Bye.

- Are they a thing? They're cute. - Yeah, I'm working on it.

- Oh. - Yeah, I am.

- Island matchmaker, huh? - Mm-hmm.

Well, just to continue our tradition of me being completely awkward

whenever I see you. I--

Oh, no. We don't have to talk about it.

I didn't know about your dad, okay?

The history there, the foster care.

Morgan told me, and had I known,

I never would have welcomed him into our home, into your home. I'm sorry.

Please, no more apologies.

From what I gather, his neglect of you was... unspeakable.

Yet everyone is talking about it.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - There you go again.

- Yeah, I'm-- Damn. - No more.

- -

Hmm.

- -

Let me know if you need anything today, okay?

I'm around.

- Question. - Yes.

Do you know you said "question"?

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Hold, please.

Morgan, what time are you leaving for Palm Beach tomorrow?

Daybreak.

- Dramatic. -

And I'm, uh...

still invited?

Yes.

Why? Do you want to come?

Yeah, I do.

- I mean, unless there's-- - No, no, no, please. I...

- Unless-- - I'd love your company.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Um... Cool. -

So, daybreak, is that-- Is there a specific time?

Or should I just, like, sense it like a rooster?

Why don't you just come over after the gala and spend the night with me?

- Sounds good. - Okay.

Okay.

See you later.