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You want salsa?
-Ooh! - Hey!
-Sorry! - What the hell?
Watch where you're going.
Like, what is she doing?
Madison Maddie Ralph! You're late.
Would you hush,
and make sure no one comes through that door?
- I'm half naked. - I got you.
Thanks, Deena.
So, what's your excuse? You sleep through your alarm,
your hubby have some morning wood
that needed servicing?
Oh, my God.
Deena, it's not even ten o'clock
and you're already talking about sex.
Yeah, well, you were supposed to be here at 09:00 a.m.
to help me prep ingredients for Her Majesty's video.
So, yeah, I'm a little hot and bothered.
Emphasis on "bothered."
I'm really, really sorry, Deena.
You know I'm never late, but on my run over here,
I got totally distracted by an idea
for a new dish.
Maddie Ralph, when will you learn
to stay in your place? The only dishes that you need
to be thinking about are the ones
that need washing.
Today, I'll be making cacio e pe...
I guess we'll have to take that again.
All right, everybody, settle.
I'll take my own action, Kyle, in five, four...
Hi, everyone.
Welcome to the GourMaybe Test Kitchen.
I'm Emily Brown, but you know that.
And today, I'll be making cacio e pepe balls.
So, this new dish idea of yours must be pretty special
to make teacher's pet so tardy.
It's kind of my take on the smash burger.
Vegetarian, of course. It's a little Mexican,
- a little Filipino... - Hmm.
- ...a little, well, me. - Sounds amazing.
Like, well, you.
When I was jogging over here, Los Angeles was speaking to me.
The sun, the street vendors,
all the crazy stuff going on right now
in graphic design.
And then I smelled the most beautiful jasmine bush,
and it all came together.
And then what, a bird landed on your shoulder,
and you sang together in perfect harmony?
I swear to God, Maddie,
it's like you're out of some modern-day fairy tale.
You're perfect.
Trust me, Deena, I'm anything but.
♪ Oh, smash me a burger Between two soft buns ♪
Oh, my God. Would you shut up?
Don't you have some balls to handle, Emily?
What would you know about balls, dyke?
Play nice. We've got content to make.
All right, everybody, settle.
Hey! I want this place sparkling by tomorrow morning, okay?
- Sir, yes, sir. - Of course, Zach.
Emily, you leaving?
You want me to walk you to your car?
Oops.
I somehow missed these.
-What? -You're hilarious.
I know.
"Would you two shut up?"
I don't get it. What does she have against me?
You're better looking and you're better at cooking.
Deena, she may be a little mean to me sometimes,
but Emily Brown is a genius chef,
- and a total badass. - And you're a saint.
Thanks for the ride, Deena.
- Oh, Deena, the door's stuck. - Oh, sorry.
There you go.
Thanks.
- Oh, sorry, sorry. - It's still...
There it is.
It's a little finicky.
Good night.
Hey, Maddie!
Don't you ever get tired of being such a good girl?
No.
Thirteen... ...14...
Hi, Jake.
Hello, my beautiful wife. How was work?
Emily chewed my head off again.
Have you eaten anything yet?
I had some candy and some chips.
That's not food, Jake.
- So, how did I eat it? - You'll eat anything.
I'll eat whatever's in front of me.
Can I make you some real food?
After, after. Come here.
Did we throw away that mango pickle
- from the Indian we ordered? -No.
And do we still have eggplant?
You most certainly do.
Very funny, Jake.
I need to go try something in the kitchen.
Sensual.
What are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
Filming me without my consent.
I'm not gonna post it, but you could.
Jake.
Maddie, I'm hungry. What's next?
Well, I'm essentially making a tortang talong,
which is one of my favorite Filipino dishes.
It's kind of like an eggplant omelet.
- This is so stupid. -No, it's not.
You have no idea how ravishing you look, Maddie.
- Likely story. - Keep going.
The key to maximum flavor, like with the smash burger,
is, well...
smashing.
I'm just gonna dredge it in some egg.
This dish does have
major breakfast sandwich-y hangover vibes.
And then I'm gonna throw that in a pan on medium high,
and almost baste it in more of that egg mixture.
Whenever I edit food content,
the clients always ask me to make cuts
right after the loudest sounds.
Mm-hmm.
What's wrong, baby?
I just wanted to make my husband some dinner,
and now, I'm in post-production.
I thought this was your dream,
to be the vegetarian Nigella, or the millennial Alice Waters.
I'm passionate about food, Jake, not social media.
You have a gift, Maddie, okay?
And you should share it with the world.
Do you wanna be a dishwasher forever?
Do you want Emily to win?
I'll work my way up to the kitchen like she did,
like all my heroes did. This is cheating.
Well, I wanna fix our roof, okay?
I wanna have a kid with you,
and be able to put it through college.
Me too, Jake. You know that.
Then what is this really about?
I don't...
I don't like the way I look.
Are you kidding me?
That girl right there is a knockout, Maddie, okay?
That girl right there is beautiful.
If by beautiful, you mean puffy, then yeah,
I guess I'm beautiful.
You sound like your mother.
- Fuck it. - Since when do you curse?
I'll post it tonight.
I'll post it right now.
That's my girl. Come here.
No!
Six hundred thousand views.
- What do you mean? - Six hundred thousand people
and a few bots shared the video you posted last night.
I... I don't believe you.
You're crazy.
I'm not crazy.
That's a six followed by five zeros.
Don't tell me you didn't look.
I try to stay off that app.
Let me guess, you don't have a TV either?
Oh, my God, Maddie.
Jake said the video was doing well,
- but not that well. - What does Jake know?
A lot about editing, mind you.
And he knows all the tricks to keep people in a stupor
on their phones. It's his job.
It's not Jake's editing
people are responding to, Maddie,
- it's you. - It's the food.
The food that you cooked.
Why won't you let yourself
be excited about this?
I guess I just don't believe it yet.
Then you better start believing it.
Six hundred thousand people see what I see in you.
I told you I'm not crazy.
Oh, my God.
Well, well, well.
Looks like our little dishwasher's
all grown up.
- Deena, am I in... -Maddie Ralph!
- My office! Now! - ...trouble?
When you were hired at GourMaybe,
you signed a contract. Do you remember that?
Uh, I... I think so.
Why don't you go ahead and read some
of the highlighted clauses here?
- Page three, paragraph seven. - Um...
"All staff are prohibited
from posting original food-related content
to their personal social media accounts
unless vetted by, or in collaboration
with GourMaybe Media Incorporated."
- But I'm just a dishwasher. - Keep reading!
"Any recipe developed by staff while employed at GourMaybe
is automatically owned and copyrighted
by GourMaybe Media Incorporated."
Take it. I don't care. As long as I can keep my job.
Delete it from your personal account
- immediately! - Of course.
So that we can release it as a GourMaybe digital original.
Okay.
I'm sure Emily will do a great job with it.
No, Maddie. We want you to be in the video.
What?
How would you like to be a recipe developer
here at GourMaybe?
Attention! Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to announce the newest GourMaybe chef,
and on-camera talent, Maddie Ralph, right?
Come on!
Right? Can you believe it?
- Jake! Jake! - Hey, baby, what's up?
They're bumping me up to on-camera.
What?
I'm gonna get to make my own recipes
and share them with the world.
I'm gonna get a salary and a big one at that.
- We can have a kid. - I'm a GourMaybe girl.
It goes like this, okay?
My girl, then GourMaybe girl. Come here.
Um, I should... I should probably call my mom,
- and tell her the good news. - Okay.
I'm gonna go take a shower.
Unless you want me there for moral support.
No, no, no. You go rinse off, sweetie.
- I'll be okay. - Okay.
- I'm so proud of you. - Thank you.
Man. So cool.
Hey, Siri? Uh-huh?
Call Mom.
It wasn't the normal feeling of intuition.
It was... something colder.
Yeah.
Hey, Mom. How you doing?
Is black mold real?
I... I... I think so.
The landlord sent these two boys over
with their little detector thingies.
I think it's a racket. I smoked them out anyway.
One of them kept staring at my tits.
The other one was shaking like a leaf.
Uh-huh.
Well, um, in terms of how I'm doing,
I just wanted to call
and tell you some pretty exciting news.
Oh, golly gee, what is it?
They're making me a recipe developer
- at GourMaybe.
I don't know what that means.
Well, it... it means I'll get
- - a pretty big raise. - Oh, no fair.
And they're gonna put me in their digital originals,
which are really very popular. - Oof.
What, Mom?
Oh, you know what they say.
The camera adds ten pounds.
You know how many years it took me
to get over my disorder, Mother?
Please don't talk to me like that.
I mean, these things
never really go away, do they, dear?
I should probably go cook dinner for Jake.
Aw, aren't you lucky to have a man around.
Goodbye, Mom. I love you.
Ah, this damn knee.
I'm hungry.
I think we're out of that small batch white miso.
I'll order us some Fig and Mortar.
Get a bottle of natty wine.
We gotta celebrate your promotion.
No, no, I'm happy to cook.
What'd she say this time?
She just...
She just couldn't be happy for me, that's all.
Baby, come here, come here.
Come here.
No.
Oh, my God.
Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me, Jake.
God damn it, Maddie. I'm close already.
- You want me to pull out? - No. No!
Oh, fuck. Maddie! That's a good girl!
That's a good girl!
You're perfect.
Mm! Oh, my God. The mango-Sriracha aioli. Mm.
And the crispy jasmine rice trio
adds just the right amount of crunch.
And I don't miss the meat.
- Feel good, Maddie? - I think so.
Then that's a cut.
And that's a wrap on Maddie's first GourMaybe video!
Yeah!
You're a natural, Maddie. You tore, you ate.
Oh, thanks, Kyle.
Oh, she ate all right.
Didn't your mother ever teach you
not to speak with your mouth full?
Jesus fucking Christ, Zach,
you need to order some small aprons.
For me, at least.
Get me to three million subscribers,
and then we'll talk.
So, you basically input all your trauma,
and it links you up with a therapist.
And it's all over FaceTime?
I, like, don't even leave my bed.
Does it help with executive functioning?
One hundred percent.
Okay, you convinced me. I'll get the app.
Huh. Holy fucking shit. Maddie, you killed it.
- A star is born. - Aw, thanks, Deena.
You didn't think I was awkward?
What? You were totally yourself, unlike fake-ass Emily.
- Hey, it's not a competition. -Oh, right, right.
Deena, can I ask you a question?
- Shoot. - How do you get so toned?
You've been checking me out?
- I'm just noticing. -I'll tell you.
I go to this queer gym. It's radically inclusive.
None of that toxic gym bro stuff.
Actually, I'm going to this crazy movement class
after work. Come with me.
And I would be allowed? Just... some ally?
Trust me, Maddie.
Everyone there would really like you.
Hi.
Hi!
- Hey, look who it is! - Hey!
Hi. Everyone's so friendly here.
Why wouldn't they be?
We have a new friend joining the class today.
Let's give Maddie a big queer welcome.
All right, let's hit it. Five, six, seven, uh!
- All right, let's get moving. -Whoo!
- Come on, Maddie. - But I don't know the moves.
- Your body does. - Move those hips. Let's go.
Okay.
Hip, hip, hip, hip. Let's go, let's go.
Roll shoulders, roll shoulders. And back, and back.
And right, and left. And let's go faster.
And right, left, right. Let's pump that chest.
Chest, chest, chest. Double time. Uh, uh!
Show me what you got! Show me what you got!
Show me, show me, show me what you got!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Mm! Oh, my God!
Aw, look at that stretch!
Mm!
No!
Oh, my God! No! Oh, my God!
I swear by this.
This is amazing! I love Fly By Jing.
Jake! Oh, my God!
I feel so bad. I've never done this.
-Maddie! -Why did she get to...
It's a friend of mine.
- What the hell? - Everything okay, Kyle?
I lightly dented some camera equipment,
and they deducted the repair cost
from my paycheck.
They can't do that. Let me take it up with Zach.
Wow. Thanks, Maddie.
Oh, come on, Zach.
She's such a try-hard Suzy Homemaker.
What can I say?
The unwashed masses love her.
Her first video got 1.5 million views,
and it got written up by Here We Go magazine.
Yeah, but did you read the comments?
"Go easy on the aioli, Maddie." "Maddie the Fatty."
God, you're such a fucking bitch.
I love it.
It makes me so fucking hard.
No.
Jake?
- Maddie, are you okay? - Not much.
I didn't know you were home.
Did you puke?
I'm pregnant.
What?
Now, ideally, you're going for a Gruyere,
a Fontina, a Taleggio,
but in a pinch, you could use Monterey Jack,
Colby Jack, Pepper Jack...
We'll hold, I guess.
And this is Emily. She put GourMaybe on the map.
It's really nice to meet you guys.
I'm, um, a huge fan of the show.
What are you making?
So, these are crispy potato skins
with a Cool Ranch Labneh dip.
Yeah, we're doing a series on elevated game day snacks.
-Do you mind? - Go for it.
It's fun.
You certainly don't skimp on flavor.
No, she doesn't.
As someone who actually watches a lot of sports,
this assignment came easily to me.
And a guy's girl. I love it.
Psst.
You sure you wanna be caught talking
- to some lowly dishwasher? - Deena! Who are those people?
Oh, the executive producers of The Boar.
I just watched this talk they gave at South By on YouTube.
- They are total geniuses. - It's effervescent.
The Boar?
You gotta be kidding me, Maddie.
No, I'm not kidding you, Deena, and you better tell me fast
because they're coming over here right now.
Oh, The Boar is about a restaurant,
but really, it's about so much more.
It's also the hottest show on TV right now.
Oh, that's right. You don't have a TV.
And this is Maddie, our newest chef,
but already gaining quite a following.
Hi.
And what do we have here?
This is a Rotel dip, but made with French techniques.
How is that possible?
Well, instead of using Velveeta, I start with the béchamel,
and slowly incorporate quality cheeses.
Damn. She's good.
And her dip's good too.
What the hell was that?
Oh, sorry, Maddie, what the "heck" was that?
Sit down. Let me explain.
The Boar is looking to hire their new culinary producer
for their sixth season.
And Disney wants FX to pull somebody
from the Condé Nast talent pool.
Culinary producer?
They need a new chef to make a real menu
for the fake restaurant on the show.
But they need somebody with a vision.
Somebody that's a star.
They're gonna document the whole thing with BTS content
and pair that with each episode.
But it's gonna be very highbrow, cinematic AF,
chef's table. So, you know, be camera ready.
So, it's down to us?
Yeah, what about all the other amazing chefs here?
I submitted you two...
...'cause you're the two biggest stars I got.
And admittedly...
I like to watch you two go at it.
Someone's got a little baby bump.
What?
You're just a little fuller in the tummy.
It's beautiful.
Hey, I was thinking we could pig out
on something stanky tonight, like Thai street food,
and that new place from Frogtown.
We haven't really celebrated yet, you know?
Hmm.
Maddie, we'll be honest, we're very excited about you.
You have quite a few fans over here at The Boar.
We know you're just starting out,
but your food already has a real identity.
It's both youthful and timeless.
It's full of verve, but never pretentious.
It sends a message, and it tastes fucking good.
Thank you, guys. That... That really means a lot.
We wanna know what your vision for season six would be.
Put together a presentation of sorts,
but take that to mean whatever you want.
Cook for us, take us out, make a short film, a painting.
We don't care.
The important thing is to tell a story.
What?
It's just that ever since I was a little girl,
I always felt like cooking was a form of storytelling.
- You're speaking our language. - Cool.
Sorry to interrupt the circle jerk,
but did you guys get any word from Disney on Maddie's chances?
Well, they are a little concerned
- about her... stats. - What do you mean?
Your socials are weak.
We need to beef up your presence in the digital sphere.
You have some fierce competition.
That's one word for her. I... I... I mean, "it."
Strong! Power!
Confidence! Let's go!
- Let's freestyle now. - What?
Step, step, hit and hit!
Your personality comes out here!
Yeah, pump it, pump it.
- You like that? - Yeah, yeah.
And pump, pump. Let's go! Pump!
Pump, pump! And whack it, and whack it!
- Come on, Maddie, you baddie! - Sorry.
Thank you guys so much!
Y'all hot right now?
Maddie, remember, it's not about getting it right,
or being the best in class all the time, girl.
It's about letting the groove move through your body,
going with the flow, and having fun.
Groove and flow, got it.
You forgot fun, mama.
Maddie, have you watched The Boar yet?
-No. - You can use my Hulu login.
I don't care if you know my password.
I haven't yet.
I feel like I was just getting my bearings at GourMaybe,
and now I'm supposed to fight like hell
to be some food stylist on a TV show?
Oh, my God.
Maddie, what they're doing over there
is so much more than just food styling.
Totally. It all sounds so elevated and cool.
I guess I just don't wanna get my hopes up.
Oh, you'll understand it once you watch it.
-Uh-huh. - We could binge it together.
Aw, thanks, but Jake would kill me
if I didn't watch it with him. He loves The Boar.
Oh, right. Jake.
- Deena, are you okay? - God.
You know, Maddie, since your promotion,
it's like you don't have time for me anymore.
Like, you forgot about all the little people.
Deena... ...I didn't choose
any of this.
I feel so out of control.
Uh, it's all just happening to me.
Uh-huh. Sure about that?
- What are you trying to say? - It's funny.
I really thought we were best friends,
but I guess you always saw me as more of a coworker,
- an occupational hazard. - Of course we're friends.
Deena, aren't you gonna give me a ride?
We always carpool after dance class.
Yeah.
Do you mind catching a lift? You're kinda out of the way.
Hey, hey, hey.
It's just me.
Jake, that was scary. What are you doing?
I know. I'm sorry. I have a surprise for you.
- Come on. - Okay.
I got you.
Look.
A buddy of mine from Middlebury
makes these really dope replicas of Amish furniture.
He made this for his kid and they don't need it anymore.
Isn't it beautiful?
It's... It's a little early.
I'm sorry. I guess I'm just excited.
Am I the only one here that is?
Of course I'm excited, Jake,
but people normally wait to get to the first trimester
before they start making these kinds of decisions.
It could so easily go wrong, you know?
Why would you say that?
What is that?
I was gonna tell you. Your mom signed us up
for this monthly frozen meat thing.
- That bitch. - I'll eat it, okay?
Throw the steaks away right now, Jake.
But... ...you're so passionate
about reducing food waste, Maddie.
I don't eat meat!
Hi, guys. It's Maddie Ralph here
in the sunny GourMaybe Test Kitchen.
Today, I am determined to prove to you
how much caramelization you can get out of tofu.
Now, when people...
Take your time.
Kyle, why don't we, um, start over?
Okay, can everyone please keep their work
to a low hum?
Yeah, Kyle, it's fine. We'll just take it again.
Oh, my God, I'm so fucking stupid.
No, you're fine, Kyle.
Were we being too loud for you, Maddie?
No, I actually wanted to redo my intro anyway,
so... Hi, I'm Maddie.
- Nice to meet you. - Oh, I know who you are.
My friends and I are obsessed with your recipes.
I'm Erin. I'm the new you, I guess.
Or the old you?
Hi, Erin, thank you for your kind words.
Dishwashing can be thankless sometimes,
but remember that this company could not exist without you.
I would know.
Thanks, Maddie.
- I think we should... - Sorry to overshare.
- What's up? -But...
I used to have a really disordered relationship
to food. I mean, who doesn't?
Totally.
And I just have to say it's really fucking refreshing
to see a woman with an actually healthy body
making food content right now.
What do you mean by "healthy"?
You know, healthy, normal. Like, not scary thin.
It's badass.
Kyle, can we take lunch now? I'll finish this later.
Okay.
What's the matter?
Zach's spunk taste weird?
- I wouldn't know. - What's that supposed to mean?
Emily! You want a ride?
No.
Hey, Erin, I've got those. You go home.
What? I... I could never let you wash these.
To be honest, I... I kind of miss it.
If you say so.
Deena...
...I don't know what I did wrong,
but I could really use a best friend right now.
Best friends don't keep secrets.
What?
You're hiding things from me.
It's hurting you,
and it's making me look like a fool.
- Fuck! -Deena, I promise
I'm not hiding anything from you.
I just really, really need your help.
My presentation for The Boar is in three weeks,
and I swear to God,
it's like I can't even remember what I... like about food.
- Maddie. - Just come over this weekend,
and let's cook together like the old days.
You can be my sous.
Yes, chef.
Oh, my God, Deena!
Deena! Stop!
More time.
How's it looking?
Oh!
-Mm! - Oh, my God!
God, you know I don't like to throw
this word around, Maddie, but you really are a genius.
The Boar would be lucky to have you.
It was pretty good, wasn't it?
Oh.
- Oh, shit. - Who is it?
This married chick I'm banging. I'm driving her crazy.
Do you mind if I take this on your porch?
You really are something else, Deena.
Hey, baby, what's wrong?
But I don't like stealing away for a measly taste.
I want all of you.
I want that too. It's just I'm married.
- - You're driving me crazy. - How about a weekend in Ojai?
You, me, natural wine, my strap.
Deena's girlfriend: Fuck.
Why don't we talk about this in-person?
- Deena's girlfriend: Deena... - I can swing by tonight.
Deena's girlfriend: You know exactly what will happen.
I'm free at 09:00 a.m.
Deena's girlfriend: But what about my schedule?
What's going on in here?
I think I have food poisoning.
Maddie, I know you, and I know when you're lying.
- Deena, I'm not lying. - And you know me,
and you know I hate being lied to.
Hey, hey.
It's okay, I'm here.
I had stuff around food when I was younger,
and it's coming up again.
I'm gonna get it under control.
Just please, please don't anyone, okay?
Oh, Maddie.
Oh, Maddie, your secret is safe with me.
I should probably brush my teeth.
Yeah.
You know they make a tool for that,
where you can get the little timelines off
in about five seconds.
Of course they do.
So, Maddie, I'm dying to know what's on the menu
for season six of The Boar.
Uh, let's talk about it later, Kyle.
Oh, come on, Maddie. I'll say what I'm doing.
It's good sportsmanship.
Okay, um, I'm hosting the producers
at me and Jake's, and I'm cooking from the heart.
I'm hoping to push the show in a more Veggie Four direction.
- Period. - What about you, Emily?
I'm taking them to my favorite hole-in-the-wall spots in K-Town
for a tour of the best Korean bar food in L.A.
- So cool, so Emily. - It's whatever.
Time to beef up those socials, baby.
We are live.
Hi, guys. It's Maddie,
here to try the viral Chile Relleno Burrito
that Boyle Heights residents swear by.
And get this, it's served out of a car wash.
Here I go.
Mm. Mm.
Oh, my God.
Mm.
Shoulder, shoulder. Nice. Shoulder.
And other side. Good. Plie.
Arms. Six, seven, eight.
Arm. And here. Drama. Let's go. Good.
Shoulder, shoulder, look. Walk around yourselves.
One, two, three, four.
Shoulder, shoulder, shoulder, and melt.
Ooh, nice.
And up, and down, and up, let's go. And back.
Up. Look up. One, two. You know this.
Five, six, seven, eight. Turn one. Nice.
Six, seven, you go. Nice. Coming forward.
Seven, and one, two, three, five.
Your turn.
And one, two, three, four, five, six.
Arm up. Arm, arm. Five, six, seven, up, eight.
One, two, down, up.
Hold it, one.
Five, nice. Nice.
Pump it out. Pump, pump.
More pelvis, Maddie. Less up here.
Seven, eight.
One, two, three. Nice. Five, six, seven.
Shoulder on, and on, and out, and out, and boom.
This way. To the side. And front, and front, and side.
Around, and walk, and walk, and walk, and walk, and walk.
Give me heads. Five, six, seven, eight.
Disperse!
Two weeks from the big presentation.
Don't remind me.
Come on, you've got this in the bag.
Plus, Emily's whole approach seems totally half-assed to me.
I don't know, I think it sounds like
impossibly cool, effortless Emily.
And once again, I look like the try-hard Susie Homemaker.
- You care. It's cool. - It's pathetic.
Five. And snap, and snap, and push.
And go. And go to the pose. And pose. And pose.
- What's happening, Maddie? - I'm...
Take a break. Here we go. Five, six...
You okay, Maddie?
Yeah, I'm just... I'm just a little lightheaded.
Did you eat anything before class?
- Yeah, but... - Oh, right, right.
Four, five, get ready, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, and four. Come forward, come forward.
- Sit this one out, mama. - No.
One, two. Let's go.
Three, four. Keep going.
And kick. One, two, three, and four, five.
Come on, come on, forward.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Let's go. Continue. Five, six. Five, six.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three. You gotta move, mama.
Seven, eight...
Five, six, seven, eight.
- You okay? -One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, let's go. And one, two, three.
And arms. Up.
Let's go.
Finish it. Let's go, Maddie.
We know this. And five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four.
Seven, eight. Three, and hands.
Okay.
Let's go. And circle, and circle.
Reach, and reach, and reach, go. Five, six, seven.
Disperse! Continue, six, seven.
Maddie!
And walk, and walk.
Maddie?
Maddie, baby, what happened?
Cardiac arrest.
Oh, my God.
Is... Is everything okay with the baby?
Would you two mind stepping out for a moment?
I need to speak to Maddie privately.
I...
Okay. Um, Maddie, I'll be right back, okay?
Don't worry.
Maddie, are you bulimic?
Is that the one where you...
don't eat food, or you do eat food, but then...
You're far too young for cardiac arrest.
Your potassium levels are alarmingly low.
You have a swollen jaw, bleeding gums,
and... teeth marks on your knuckles.
Well, frankly, it's none of your business.
Maddie, this is Dr. Kronenfeld.
He's a psychiatrist
who specializes in eating disorders.
Nice to meet you, Maddie.
Lovely to meet you, Dr. Kronenfeld,
but I'm actually on my way out, so...
Maddie, you could have died today
had the paramedics not shown up on time.
Any more exercise and you're at risk of SCD,
Sudden Cardiac Death.
Any more vomiting,
and you're at risk of rupturing your stomach,
- or your esophagus. - I'll get it under control.
I did it before, and I'll do it again.
You relapsed before, and you'll relapse again.
I strongly advise that you undergo
the eating disorder in-patient program
that I run out of Presbyterian Hospital.
For how long?
Dr. Kronenfeld: At least six weeks.
But I have the most important work event of my life in two.
Hmm. What is it you do?
I... I'm a recipe developer at GourMaybe.
Dr. Kronenfeld: Maddie...
I don't think I need to explain
why returning to your job right now
would be uniquely high risk.
They're letting you go home early?
Dr. Kronenfeld: Maddie's admitting herself...
I'm not coming home right now.
They are taking me
to an inpatient treatment program.
For what?
Jake...
I suffer from bulimia nervosa.
What?
I throw up my food, Jake.
I need you to go home and pack me a bag.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because you thought I was perfect.
And what room do we have assigned for Maddie?
Mm...
I'm having trouble making it out. Uh...
Well, honey, why aren't you wearing your glasses?
They're so tight across the bridge of my nose.
Okay, we have her in room 17 with Julie.
They're just moving out the last of Catherine's stuff.
That is such a sad thing.
Right, right. Thank you, Shawna.
No! No!
Get your hands off her, damn it!
Oh, Lord, these three.
What?
It's that girl from the videos.
How do they know you?
I'm a chef.
The GourMaybe girl has an eating disorder?
What a fucking shocker!
Here's your room.
I need to confiscate your phone.
Why?
We can't have y'all on social media.
Bathing suits, cooking videos. You get it.
You can use the landline whenever you want, though.
And you're welcome to decorate your side of the room
like your roommate did.
This program is for adults, right?
Mm-hmm.
Is today the day that I get to meet my new roomie?
Oh, my God.
You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Thank you.
- I'm Maddie. - I'm Julie.
I have a feeling we're going to be fast friends.
Now, Maddie, you have to help me
keep an eye on her.
This one likes to exercise when no one's looking.
Exercise is strictly forbidden while in treatment.
Especially if you have a weak heart like me.
Okay I can't hold it in anymore.
If you need to use the bathroom, ask someone on the staff
and we'll come and unlock it for you.
And you have to sing at the top of your lungs
- while you're in there. - Why?
How else we gonna know you not puking?
If they want us to eat so bad, why is the food gray?
You don't like mashed potatoes? They're my favorite.
When we get out of here, Julie,
I'm gonna make you potato gratin.
I don't know what that is.
Hey, Julie.
Your crush is coming over.
Yeah, you should finally make your move.
I told you guys, I'm not ready yet.
I want the timing to be perfect.
Hi, ladies.
- Hi, Nurse Kelly. - Hi.
Hi, Nurse Kelly.
Maddie, how are you settling in?
Um, I don't eat meat.
- Uh-huh. - No, no, really.
I told the doctors in my intake.
Why don't you eat meat, Maddie?
Um, ethical reasons.
Why not just go all the way
and be vegan?
I'll look into a vegetarian option shortly.
No one leaves the dining room until their plates are clean.
We've also instated nightly inspections
of your rooms because of the pudding cups we found
in Brittany's trash this morning.
I like your shirt, Nurse Kelly.
Thank you, Julie. It's Paul Smith.
I got it online.
What's so funny?
♪ Happy birthday to you... ♪
- Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no. -It's okay, Amanda.
♪ Happy birthday to you... ♪
What's going on?
On your birthday, they get you a cupcake.
♪ Happy birthday, dear Amanda ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Thank you, guys.
Can I do half?
You gotta do the whole thing, baby.
-Hello? - Hi, Jake.
Are you okay?
Um...
I'm a little scared.
- You? -Um... I'm confused.
I know.
Hey, I heard they grant special privileges
based on your improvement.
Maybe they'll let me out for The Boar.
Maddie, I just want you and the baby to be healthy.
Me too.
Hey, I should go to bed.
Apparently they wake us up really early here.
I love you so much, Maddie.
I love you, too.
Is he nice?
Very.
Like Nurse Kelly.
Maybe we can all go on a double date sometime.
- I would love that, Julie. - Oh.
Who would like to start?
Okay.
Well...
I would love to hear from Maddie
about how her first week of treatment is going.
Um...
it's been pretty good.
So... So, yeah.
I'm surprised to hear that.
When I met you in the hospital, you seemed determined
to figure it out on your own.
And yet, ultimately, you agreed to come here.
Why is that, Maddie?
I...
I know I was a little resistant at first,
but the staff here has been so wonderful,
and the other women so inspiring.
You didn't answer my question.
Why did you agree to come here, Maddie?
Well, you made it seem like I was going to,
um, die.
So you want to live?
Of course I want to live.
Look, when I...
purge, uh...
it's just a compulsive stress response
from when I was younger,
and I've been experiencing a lot of stress at work.
I sincerely don't have some sort of
tortured relationship to food.
In fact, I'm quite passionate about food.
Well, Maddie, I think that's beautiful.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
I always do that.
I think you have an extremely tortured relationship
- with food, Maddie. - Well, Connie,
we just met, so...
I think it just got sublimated into a career.
Like the little boy that cut the tails off of dogs
and grew up to become a surgeon.
The question is,
why are you so tortured about food?
If it were really just about losing weight,
you could go on Ozempic or starve yourself, like me.
But there's something else, isn't there?
Something you're running away from.
When I was a little girl, it was all those gymnasts on TV
that drove me to it.
With their slicked-back ponies, not one hair out of place.
But now it's girls like you, Maddie.
The no-makeup makeup look.
The hair falling in your face just so.
But I think those pesky little flyaways
are trying to tell us something.
I think you actually want to lose control, Maddie.
Those are your fingers down your throat, after all.
Yours.
Dr. Kronenfeld: Her passion for food
has an almost moral sheen to it.
It's possible that to her, at some level,
the bulimia is an extension of that purity.
A saint-like sacrifice that Maddie makes for all of us.
A correction for the excesses of our culture.
Or Maddie the chef is the good girl
and Maddie the bulimic is the bad girl,
having some sort of delayed adolescence.
Sounds like you should talk to the mom.
I've tried, but Maddie absolutely refuses
to do a session with her.
It's actually refreshing to see a crack
in the veneer of her usual agreeability.
Well, at least she has some kind of respect for the rules around here.
I'll take Sandra Dee
over the goddamn pink ladies any day of the week.
I did not throw up my dinner!
Why was your blood pressure so low this morning, Brittany?
You heard me singing in the bathroom!
Sure, and I smelled what was under your bed this morning.
- I know your tricks. - Fuck off!
Your turn, Amanda.
How do you expect us to stop obsessing
over our weight when you weigh us every morning?
Do you have a Bachelor of Science, Amanda?
Or do I?
I forget.
What was it like when he had his arms
wrapped around you?
Guys, please.
No, no, no. We're not being mean.
-I get it. He's hot. -He's hot.
-He's hot.
He's really kind.
He's so in touch with his, like, femininity.
- Feminine side. - Yeah.
-Good morning, ladies. - Don't listen to them, okay?
We have a new patient joining us today.
Everybody, say hi to Deena.
Hi, Deena.
They totally bought it, Maddie.
- Bought what? - My whole
eating disorder sob story.
Took a fistful of beta blockers that lower my heart rate.
Ooh, and I learned that bulimics,
their teeth get all fucked-up and discolored
- from the stomach acid. - Uh-huh.
So this chick that I used to bang out in the valley, right?
She does makeup for film and TV.
I had to dye my teeth brown. She fucking killed it. Look.
Hi, Maddie. Hi, Deena. How's your first day going?
Oh, man. Are those mashed potatoes?
Yeah, they're my favorite.
Those totally trigger my food stuff.
I might launch into binge mode 3,000.
Do you mind sitting somewhere else?
Oh. Okay.
Okay.
But why did you come here?
Couldn't let you go through this alone.
I got you.
Deena, I can't miss that presentation.
There's my girl.
I have a whole plan, but I need your help.
Anything. Anything at all.
Well, aren't you two getting along famously?
It's like I've known her forever and ever.
But first we have to get the staff off our backs.
I obviously don't want to jeopardize his job,
so I'm going to wait until after I leave treatment
to tell him about my feelings.
We're talking about the same Nurse Kelly, right?
Yep. The one with the beautiful eyelashes.
Connie and Amanda's room. Now.
Ew, ew, ew.
See, that's the same face they make in porn now.
How'd you get the phone?
Amanda swiped it from Nurse Hammond's coat
she left on the back of the chair.
I have a whole stealing thing. I'm gonna put it back.
You all came to Dr. Kronenfeld's program
because your lives had gotten out of control.
And the rules that we enforce here
are to give that control back to you.
They're for your safety.
So when I receive word
that there are people disrespecting those rules,
it breaks my heart.
Nurse Hammond?
Who took my phone?
It was my idea.
I acted alone,
and I'm sorry if I caused anyone any harm.
I can't let Connie do that.
Um, it may have been her idea,
but I was the one that took the actual phone.
And I apologize to the community.
I was with Amanda when she took the phone.
I could have stopped her
and instead I egged her on and, yeah, I'm sorry.
We asked you to come forward and tell the truth.
And Connie, you said you acted alone,
which we now know is a lie.
I was taking the fall for my friend.
Connie, I have the stick.
Nurse Hammond and I have no choice
but to enforce a curfew.
You'll regain
your evening privileges once we can get a handle
on what the hell is happening in our community.
Yes, Maddie.
I'm not quite sure what's going on here
at Presbyterian Hospital either.
All I can really do is look at my own part
in this larger erosion of trust.
I'll admit it.
I've been going through the motions here,
doing the bare minimum just to make it look
like I was getting better. But...
if we want things to change around here,
we have to show up, not just for ourselves,
but for each other.
Today...
I'm recommitting to recovery, but...
I can't do it alone.
Who's with me?
Nice.
Awesome, guys. Cool.
Good night, Nurse Kelly. Good night, Nurse Hammond.
Good night, Deena.
We really appreciate you and Maddie coming forward
about my phone.
We'll come back and check on you in the morning.
Hi, Brittany. Everyone settled in here?
Snuggled in like fucking animals at the zoo!
I see that integrity isn't rewarded here.
I see that dignity isn't rewarded here.
-Brittany. -I mean,
this is a fucking surveillance state, man.
Once you get out of here, Brittany,
you can make your own rules.
Other than that, stay in the room.
I'm like over it. I'm over it at this point with her.
- It's too much. -Those three bitches.
What's up, Shawna?
Deena, you're supposed to be in your room.
You know what's been really bugging me?
You're such a fox,
but these glasses are totally the wrong shape for your face.
Oh. Well, they are a little tight
- across the bridge of my nose. - Let me see.
Oh, yeah. This is an easy fix.
I have a glasses repair kit in my room.
- Deena, I can't see. - Damn, Shawna.
You should really consider contacts.
You would clean up in my world.
Maddie.
Where are you going?
I have to do something. I'll be back in the morning.
But it's against the rules.
I know. Look, I wouldn't do this if it weren't really important.
You have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?
I don't like this, Maddie.
Julie, you're not supposed to exercise.
So you can break the rules, but I can't?
Six, seven, eight...
...nine, ten.
Hey! Who is that?
It's past curfew.
Nurse Hammond!
It's Beverlee from Oncology.
Got off on the wrong floor again.
Been working nights, you know.
Beverlee from Oncology.
Hmm.
Nurse Hammond.
She said she was from the Oncology unit.
God damn it, Shawna! There is no Oncology unit.
Maddie!
Pop it...
Maddie!
Oh, fuck!
Yes!
- Hey. - Hey.
- I've missed you so much. - I've missed you, too.
The doctors must feel really good about your progress
to let you do this tonight.
- Maybe you can come home soon. - Yeah, for sure.
How's our little boy or girl or whatever?
Sorry.
Sorry, I'm just nervous about tonight, that's all.
We should probably get going.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I got everything on the list.
Hopefully I didn't screw it up.
Hi, come in. Come in. I'm Jake.
I'm Dan. This is Chelsea.
- Hi. -Nice to meet you.
A late-night meal from Maddie Ralph.
Am I dreaming?
Late-night and home-cooked.
- It's bold. It's personal. - Like your show.
I should just probably get out in front of this
before I embarrass myself,
but I'm a huge fan of The Boar.
Hey, we are too.
It's not as cocky as it sounds.
All we do is give those guys the freedom
to do whatever they want.
It certainly pays off.
Can I interest you guys
in some orange wine from Georgia?
And that's not the state, that's the country.
We know. And sure, that sounds great.
Coming right up.
- And how's it going in here? - Where's my Fly By Jing?
I don't know what that is.
It's a brand of Chili Crisp, woman-owned.
There was some right here on the shelf before I, um...
Hey, hey, hey.
If this is too much for you,
we can tell them I got all the wrong groceries
and we can reschedule, okay?
Your health is more important than this job, Maddie.
I'm fine, Jake. I promise. I need to go drop the halloumi.
Hi, guys.
No, no, no. Stay seated.
I'm covered in turmeric. I don't want to stain you.
Uh, this is a grilled halloumi with a yuzu kosho crisp.
- Enjoy. - Thanks for having us, Maddie.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
Not a lot of videos lately. We've missed you.
Yeah, I've, um, I've taken a step back at GourMaybe
- to really... - Mm.
...reconnect with what I love about food,
which I hope you guys feel in what I made for you tonight.
Mm.
Take it away. Tell the story.
Um, I know it all started with pulled pork on your show,
but I gotta be me.
Hey, that's what we asked for.
Um...
Tonight I've made for you, um,
something that brings together...
...my favorite styles of cooking, East Asian,
Middle Eastern, even a little Italian,
all through a new Californian lens.
Mm.
It has all the punch and swagger of the show,
but with a woman's touch.
It's not lost on me
what an incredible opportunity it would be
to feature innovative vegetarian cooking
on an international platform.
I'm just gonna grab one of these.
Mm.
Can I ask what brought you to vegetarianism?
Ethical reasons.
I'm not kidding. Sometimes I'll do the sessions from my car.
It's really helped with executive functioning.
That's amazing.
- And shame stuff. - Uh, I should sign up for sure.
Whoa, Jake.
What's the story behind this table?
Um...
Uh, a buddy of mine from Middlebury does
does these live-edge walnut countertops and tables.
Middlebury's in Vermont, right?
-Yeah. - You know, we're actually doing
a bottle episode... dairy farm around Burlington.
Cool, cool. Wait, what kind of episode?
Well, bottle episode is when the...
Maddie? Hey, Maddie, come here. Hey.
Call 9-1-1, please. Hey, come here.
Call 9-1-1.
We successfully repaired
the gastrointestinal perforation,
but she's going to need to be
on a very strict diet of mild foods
for the next month to fully recover.
White rice, white fish, no salt.
Will that be enough nutrients for the baby?
Uh,
there's nothing in her chart about a pregnancy.
What?
Dr. Kronenfeld: Yeah, I...
There's no way we would have done the surgery
and not seen that come up, uh...
Damn, Maddie.
I didn't know you had it in you.
Respect.
Psst.
How did it go?
Where's Julie?
Why don't you get some rest, honey,
and we'll talk later.
Where's Julie?
Julie's dead.
God damn it, Amanda!
Where's Julie?
Heart failure.
I didn't want to tell you in this state.
- It's my fault. - No, it's not, babe.
She wasn't supposed to exercise.
It's my fault.
She wasn't supposed to exercise.
Hey Maddie,
how would you like a new roommate?
Hey!
At least you got to explain your vision
for the series.
And I bet they'll come crawling back
once they realize Emily is a total fraud.
No fucking way!
Oh, my God, that chick was delusional!
Oh! Oh!
Oh, God.
Take that out of the trash, Deena.
Why do you care?
Because she was my friend.
So am I.
She needed to be here.
You don't.
Yes, I do.
Why?
Because you need me!
Fuck! Fuck!
What the hell is going on in here? Deena?
Deena? Deena?
Deena, what is going on? What is happening?
- Deena? Deena? Deena? Deena? - Maddie. Maddie.
Are you sure this is a good idea?
It's a fine idea. Let's go.
Where did you get these?
I made them in art class.
Is that a goblin?
Self-portrait.
I call in the goddesses
North, South, East, and West,
on the day that Julie dropped her body
and became a part of the Sky God.
Her body will become the earth...
nutrients...
to feed other people.
I'll go. Um...
You drove me crazy, Julie.
Your existence was inconvenient to me...
because you were the living embodiment
of the parts of myself I've tried to obliterate.
The part of me that has hope.
The part of me that wants a friend.
You were the bravest one of us all.
I'm so sorry I was mean to you, Julie.
I do a lot of things without thinking.
Like when I stole your notebook.
It was fucked-up of me to read what you wrote,
but you said such nice things about all of us.
I can't believe we'll never get to hang out.
Maddie.
Okay.
Julie...
you always love to swap secrets after lights out.
So here's one last one.
I never wanted to be a mother.
I'm too scared to do to a child...
what my mom did to me.
But when I met you, I wanted to protect you.
And I failed to protect you.
I guess that's what it's all about.
It would break my heart to see you do the things
to your body that I do to mine.
Okay.
We release ourselves from those who have left this plane
and let them walk...
the blessed gardens of Summerland.
We love you, Julie.
It's always the good students who stay after class.
Bring her in.
Dr. Kronenfeld: Hello, Ms. Ralph.
I'm Dr. Kronenfeld.
Thank you so much for joining us today.
Please call me Beverlee. Two Es.
What's a handsome doctor like you doing
in a dump like this?
Shouldn't you be out in Malibu at some private treatment center
with all those desperate actresses?
Dr. Kronenfeld: I'm not sure what you're implying.
We take your daughter's health very seriously here.
Fuck!
- Are you all right? - It's just my damn knee.
Don't worry, my other parts work just fine.
Oh, I was teasing, Madison. Good God.
I've upset Sister Maddie.
Now I must repent.
It's an interesting time to be cracking jokes, Ms. Ralph.
Oh, forgive me. This all just seems really dramatic.
In the past month and a half, your daughter has gone
into cardiac arrest and has ruptured her stomach
as a result of her bulimia.
And I suppose that's all my fault?
We're not here to assign blame.
We're here to identify unconscious patterns
from Maddie's childhood, to bring them up to the surface
so that she can have more control over them
in the future.
As you were obviously a key player during that time,
your sincere cooperation today could be very beneficial
- to your daughter. - Well, I'm here, aren't I?
Yes, you are.
- That takes courage. - Let's not get maudlin'.
First question.
Okay. Can you tell me about Maddie's father?
He's out of the picture.
Can you be more specific?
Um, Madison was unplanned.
I had her when I was very, very young, as you can see.
Her father and I were desperately in love.
It was very carnal.
And then Madison was born and he bolted.
- That's not the whole truth. - She speaks.
Hello, my little Pollyanna.
What is she leaving out, Maddie?
What happened to you when you were pregnant?
Okay, that actually did slip my mind.
Um... It... Look,
I gained an unusual amount of weight in my pregnancy.
God, after Maddie was born, I just could not get it off.
He was repulsed by us.
We never got married, so I gave Maddie my last name.
Ralph.
Dr. Kronenfeld: I noticed you said he was repulsed by us.
Did you somehow feel that both you and Maddie
were responsible for her father leaving?
You'll be thrilled to know I did not mean to say that,
Dr. Kronenfeld.
Oh, let's do a round of Rorschach.
A little free association, get the words flowing.
Please don't make a mockery of his work, Mother.
Thank you, Maddie.
But let's play her game.
I'll say a word, and then, Beverlee,
you say whatever word comes to mind.
I'm so excited. Go.
- Mm. Light. - Bright.
- Bicycle. - Boys.
- Water. - Pure, clean, reborn.
- Pen. - Cock.
- Plane. - Still cock.
- Dr. Kronenfeld: Cat. - Hairy.
- Meat. - No!
Maddie? Maddie, are you okay?
What is it about meat that caused you to scream?
Take your time.
They delivered the cooler on Fridays.
A cooler full of frozen meat.
I remember loving the way the dry ice made a cloud
of smoke when I opened it.
Mother made us go on the Atkins diet,
the keto of the early 2000s.
A rose by any other name.
Keep going, Maddie.
She would make me cook the meat while she smoked marijuana
and watched court TV.
I felt useful.
We would gorge on the meat every night...
so full that sometimes we'd fall asleep
next to each other on the couch.
She'd wake me up the next morning
to do aerobics with her.
5:00 a.m. on weekdays every morning before school.
Ah!
I introduced my child to a high-protein diet
and regular exercise. Lock me up.
We did a million diets together when I was a little girl,
but this one was different...
because I was 12 and...
I had started...
developing.
The other girls at school made fun of my body and so she...
so she taught me...
how to purge.
Well I guess we figured it out.
Sit down, Mother.
I would cook the meat,
eat the meat, throw up the meat, work out.
I was the only middle-schooler I knew with gout,
that's for sure.
But then she added one more step
to this endless cycle of hell.
She got a fake ID for me,
from a girlfriend of hers in Oceanside...
and she took me to bars.
The men would leer at me...
say disgusting things to me.
And when they would touch me...
only then would she step in.
But not because she wanted to protect me.
She would take them to the bathroom...
...and finish them off.
She used me to procure men for her...
...and told me it was so I could have a father.
But I never needed the love of a father.
I needed your love, Mommy.
Careful, Maddie. You're hurting my knee.
This is all I can do for today.
We're making progress, Maddie.
We're making progress.
- Hey, ladies. -Hi, Nurse Hammond.
Okay, we can all agree
that the food here sucks, right?
Hmm.
But I came up with a brilliant idea.
How about Maddie cook us lunch today?
Can I have help in the kitchen?
You sure can.
You're the real deal, Maddie.
Can you pass the salad?
Thanks.
You really think I'm ready, Doc?
Only you can know that, Maddie.
Well, I do know
that I wanna get the hell out of here.
Dr. Kronenfeld: Fair enough.
We're gonna miss you.
Hey, maybe I could come cook for the patients again.
You know, work with them in the kitchen.
We would love that.
But only if that feels safe for you.
She's ready.
Thank you both so much.
Bye now.
We're so proud of you, Maddie.
Promise we'll see each other
when you get out of here?
- Promise. -Okay.
I'm going to miss you, guys.
I'm ready to go, too.
- Deena, babe. -Deena.
This is Dr. Piggott
from the Behavioral Health wing at Presbyterian.
She wants to ask you a few questions
about your mental health history.
We can't help you here, and you know that.
I don't need any help. No, Maddie can vouch for me.
You got this, Deena.
You're the toughest person I know.
Maddie!
I'll see you in dance class?
Maddie!
Maddie! Maddie!
Mm.
Fig and Mortar, my favorite.
- Thank you so much. - Of course.
You're allowed to be angry with me, Jake.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
Hi. Is Maddie here?
Why?
I have something for her. I could just leave it with you.
Jake, it's okay.
- Hi, Emily. - Hi, Maddie.
Congratulations on The Boar.
They're really lucky to have you.
Yeah, I got that one fair and square.
You think you'll come back to GourMaybe?
I don't know what I want anymore.
I'm certainly not ready to see Zach.
He's gone.
Condé Nast found out about our involvement.
Wow.
I made you tahini chocolate chip cookies.
Bringing you food was maybe weird, sorry.
No, it's really kind of you.
You know, I used to make this recipe all the time
before I worked at GourMaybe.
I was a big fan.
Well, you know what they say.
Never meet your heroes.
They might be a giant cunt to you for no reason.
I'll get out of your hair.
Hey, what changed?
Why so nice all of a sudden?
I guess I just needed to know you weren't perfect.
Hey.
Where are you going?
Out for a run.
The doctor said it was okay to exercise again?
Yes.
How do I know you're telling me the truth?
♪ Only a little dream ♪
♪ To turn the world around us ♪
♪ Only a dream ♪
♪ To find what's left That binds us ♪
♪ It won't be long now ♪
♪ It's like a song beginning ♪
♪ Reaching aloud to see ♪
♪ If only a love Can take us there ♪
♪ Only a little love ♪
♪ If only a love can make it ♪
♪ To last the ages ♪
♪ Only you and me ♪
♪ Only a love ♪
♪ If only a love ♪
♪ Can take us there ♪