- All units… - Let's go, let's go!
This is crazy. How long are they gonna make us stay in here?
Yeah, you know, let me go see what I can find out.
Cops and teachers, we're both civil servants.
Sir, get back inside, or we will arrest you!
That's what I thought, thank you.
Uh, they got, uh, nothing new to report, so…
There's nothing about it online.
Let me see.
Last thing you searched was "Baked by Melissa husband."
Give me that.
Look, there's nothing for us to do except remain calm.
In fact, it might make us feel better
if we just ignore all the chaos outside, right?
It's stuck.
I found it. Oh, my God.
The police are looking for a madman who murdered ten nurses in the dormitory.
Oh, my God.
Oh no, this is from 1977.
Fuck.
This is why I said we should just spread his ashes when we had the chance.
Oh. You knew?
You knew there was gonna be a manhunt, that's why?
You don't wanna be here either, toots.
Oh shit, not "toots."
Okay, come on. Look.
We all just need to take a deep breath and calm down.
Come on, everybody, do it with me.
Inhale through your nose.
And exhale through your…
…through your mouth.
Why do you mock me, you fuzzy son of a bitch?
Fanculo!
Okay.
Hey.
So, why didn't you tell me there was Anne and Ginny drama?
You were so excited everyone was together again, you know.
I heard you humming Randy Newman while checking for ticks. Don't be mad.
No, I'm not mad, but I feel like I made it worse.
Oh.
- Maybe I'll go talk to them. - I don't know.
No, it's my fault. I can't just do nothing.
You so can. I do nothing all the time.
I saw a lady faint in the grocery store. I froze. She hit her head.
Guys, look, I know we're all tired and hangry,
but since we're trapped here anyway,
it might be a nice opportunity to clear the air.
Jack, no.
I know it's uncomfortable,
but you two are both good people.
Both strong, fierce women.
- Oh, Jesus Christ. - God, you suck.
See? Some common ground already! Huh?
Look, I truly believe that this is one hard conversation away from being solved.
Okay, fine.
Ginny, I never expected to be in charge of Nick's estate.
I wanted to go through proper channels and handle it the right way.
By ignoring my calls and emails.
I was advised that child support is typically handled after the child is born.
So what, I'm just supposed to…
…give birth
and then, quick, walk on over to Pottery Barn
and buy a baby crib in my hospital gown?
Okay, okay, both valid points.
You decided to fight dirty and sue me.
Because I am worried
about money for this baby,
and you, meanwhile,
are sitting on two houses and a boat.
Because Nick was too busy humping his way through our Marriott points
to sign the divorce papers.
And there it is.
- That's what this is really about. - What?
Dragging your feet on purpose 'cause you still resent me.
I was waiting until the baby was born!
I mean, if I wanted to be an asshole, I could have been an asshole.
My lawyer wanted me to ask for a paternity test.
Uh, Ginny, wa…
Oh.
Fuck off, all of you.
And by the way, this is my area now.
Okay, well, rocky start, but we'll get there, huh?
Maybe everyone's just hangry.
Keep saying "hangry." It helps.
Hey, let's go check out the manager's office for some food.
- I can go with you. - No, we got it.
Did it seem like he was mad at me?
Seems like everybody's mad at everybody.
I was honest with him, and now he's punishing me.
Oh, man, look, just get ahead of it and say sorry.
I-I apologize to Kate for shit I didn't even do.
Rain, her hating a movie,
me cheating in a dream.
But I'm not sorry, Jack.
I'm allowed to say how I feel and not back down.
- Right? - Of course.
- Yeah. - Hmm!
Hey, you know what? I bet there's food in that Snack Shack.
I mean, the cops are up the road now. We can just break into the…
No, no, no, we can't. It's too dangerous. That's what they said.
Weren't you in the Italian army?
I played the trumpet.
Man, Jared is a slob behind the scenes.
Food, food.
Come on, tuna.
Something. Nope.
All right.
Do you think that Nick and Ginny planned this baby?
Probably not.
Most babies are unplanned.
Jack and I hemmed and hawed
about when would be the right time to have a kid, and then one weekend,
Wegmans had a sale on margarita mix, and boom.
Wait, are you thinking about having a baby?
No. I don't know.
- Stop looking at me like that. - When did this happen?
If I had a dollar for every time you told me, "Thank God I don't have kids…"
Girl, you'd have like $60. Calm down.
At first we didn't want them.
We weren't willing to give up our youth, beauty, or freedom the way you all did.
We weren't using any of that stuff anyway.
At times we'd think about it more seriously,
but we were never on the same page.
It's so hard when you don't have a biological clock.
Sure, Danny.
It is! It's not like we can have a margarita baby.
We both have to be 100% sure at the same time
through every step of a long process.
Okay, that does sound hard. So… do you want a baby?
I don't know.
Maybe.
I've been asking myself what this next chapter of our lives is gonna be.
I mean, Nick died, and I didn't. Shouldn't I do something meaningful?
Not just redo my kitchen over and over again?
Okay, so what percentage sure are you right now?
Forty-two.
- Holy shit, that's high. - It is?
Yeah. Jack and I combined were like 13.
Anything over 60 and you're basically one of those TLC families
that has a blonde child every eight months.
Are you gonna tell Claude?
Maybe, if we survive the night.
Okay, here we go!
Oh! Thank you, Jared.
I forgive you for leaving us all to die. Come on.
Okay. There is no food, but there is vodka.
It says "for clean treadmill" in Sharpie on the side, but it's fine, I tasted it.
Who wants some?
Gimme.
What are you doing?
I think there's food in this cabinet. Smells like peanut butter.
Maybe there's cookies inside.
Are you trying to guess the combination? Why don't you just smash it open?
Well, I'm not a smasher, I'm a fixer.
There's enough broken things in the world.
You think it's written down somewhere?
No, I don't know if Jared is that organized.
Okay.
Someone in the West Village would pay 18 bucks for this.
Honey, I know this weekend isn't turning out how you planned,
but they'll work it out.
No, look, this is the kind of thing, if you don't deal with it right away,
it'll get toxic, like that black mold in our basement.
- Yeah, by the way… - I still haven't called the guy.
- Marathon app says you just logged a run. - Oh, uh, yeah.
I set it to add my runs automatically, I didn't want to forget to log any miles
and then accidentally mess up the training schedule.
But the whole point of the app, though, is that it doesn't let you forget.
I'll go on later and fix it.
Okay.
I'm gonna go try again with Anne.
Oh, I don't know. I've never seen anybody that angry on a swing before.
Anne?
Anne!
You're in my area.
Look, I am… I am sorry about earlier,
but I know you.
You are a kind and generous and all-around great gal, right?
And… And I cannot begin to understand the complicated feelings
you must be having towards Ginny.
I know you want to do the right thing, but at the same time,
there's a part of you that's having a hard time forgiving her.
- Please just leave me alone. - You know I can't do that, Anne.
Look, I get it, all right?
With Nick gone,
you gotta make sure that that money lasts you for the rest of your life.
And plus, you got Lila to think about, right?
But if you could just look in the mirror and ask yourself,
Anne, what is this really about?
You want to know what this is about, Jack? I'm a fucking moron.
That's what it's about.
I am literally paralyzed because my executive functioning is for shit.
My lawyer sent me these huge binders to decide if I wanted
to put the money in a TOD account or liquidate the bonds into an IRA.
Can't do it before this day, but have to do it before this day, because taxes.
And you know what I did instead?
I put the binder in the freezer.
To punish it.
Well, what if you keep it simple? You just sell the boat…
I can't sell the boat, Jack, because I traded it for two donkeys.
What the fairytale fuck?
Two? Why two?
Because someone told me that you have to have two or else they'll go insane.
Oh, that's true. I've heard that too.
So, everyone, there will not be an Anne 2.0.
The original has turned out to be a factory reject.
And you know what the sad thing is? I really wanted to do a good job at this.
I wanted everybody to be just blown away by how generous I was.
But instead, old Annie has shit the bed yet again.
Oh, great. And so you heard all that.
Fantastic.
Uh…
Sir! Please come kill me!
- Hey, why don't you take a little break? - No, everybody's starving, all right?
And I learned a trick from YouTube.
You just pull down as you're turning, and you can feel the catch.
Right there.
Final number's a nine.
So this should…
Shit.
You know what? We're all going a little stir-crazy.
What if we run around the room, jog a little bit?
Get some… Get some steps in.
You run tiptoe like that?
I think I run differently outside.
You're gonna destroy your Achilles by marathon day.
My brother in Christ, she will not be there on marathon day.
What? Yes, I will.
What's the first song on our running playlist?
Main Theme from…
- Cars. - …The Last…
of…
Star Wars.
…the Mohicans.
I really wanted to do this with you. I just hate running.
I'm sorry. Please don't be mad.
I'm not mad. I mean, I'm a little confused.
Yes!
"Rat Away. Peanut butter bait bricks."
- I'm going to the Snack Shack. - No, Jack, the cop said stay inside.
No, it's fine. I got it.
Jack, no.
Yeah. The gunman has a gun. That's why he's called that.
Guys, I'm good. I'm good.
An important message for Americans aged 50 to 85.
- Oh, my gosh, you're still using… - Sorry. I finally got the TV to work.
The kids can just sell it to pay for my funeral.
It's a good thing you have life insurance.
- Life insurance? - What show is this?
Da fuck?
I made espresso martinis.
- Not bad. - Oh.
I filled the Keurig with vodka instead of water.
Should I be a scientist?
Oh.
Mm.
I've been thinking about the conversation we had coming down the mountain.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry, amore.
I didn't mean to make you feel bad.
Listen, it doesn't matter who didn't want a baby when. Okay?
All that matters is now.
Agreed.
And if you're thinking about having a baby…
I'm definitely not thinking about having a baby. Are you crazy?
Hey, our life is perfect the way it is.
I love you. I have no regrets.
Yes, no regrets.
I love you.
And I love our kitchen.
I got nachos!
Did you cut your head?
Whose Rottweiler is this?
Believe me, it feels as gross as it looks.
Ignore him, Ginny. Pregnancy hunger is no joke.
Oh, my God, I remember once while I was nursing Lila,
I ate a 14-ounce steak with one hand like it was an apple.
I still remember sucking meat juice out of her little hat.
- Oh, my God. - I loved breastfeeding, though.
The only thing Lila needed to survive was, like, me and my body.
- I just felt so powerful. - You were good at it.
Remember the time my milk duct clogged so bad that my breast turned purple,
and I just kept going.
Nick sneaked us a picture of that.
- No. - It was disgusting.
I still have it as the photo that comes up when you call me.
- No, let me see! - Wait, do you have my phone?
Oh, my God.
I never got off the ground with nursing
'cause I was so wrecked from delivery and I missed my epidural window.
Ginny, whatever you do, do not miss your window.
Oh, I'm planning on going natural.
Oh, for sure. Great, you're gonna… Yeah, you're gonna do great.
Oh! Looks like a smooshed plum.
Remember when Beth was like a week old and she spit out that huge blood booger?
- Yes! - Yeah, we ran to the emergency room.
Turned out it was just something of mine that she swallowed during birth.
Ma'am, I am eating nachos.
It was like this.
Just saying…
Nope.
…these babies teach you right away to stay nervous.
You know, I was in the delivery room with my sister.
Because her boyfriend, the fucking bastard, wasn't there.
He has since died, thank God.
Anyway, Marlena was pushing and pushing and pushing, and then what comes out?
A foot.
- Oh, no! - Uh-huh.
What the fuck do I know? I'm 20. I'm like, "Oh, my God, so cute, a foot."
Everybody starts screaming.
This doctor, she comes and put her hand up my sister
like she's trying to get crackers from a vending machine.
And the next thing I see, they cut her belly.
They move aside her intestine.
And I say to Marlena, "Your baby's coming. It's all right."
"It's gonna be all right."
Claude is very brave when he needs to be.
Well, anyway, at some point, they lift out this… creature.
I mean, it's all covered in blood. They suck the mouth, the nose.
Everyone is so quiet.
And then, she cries.
Guys, oh, my God.
When they put it in my arms, I'm like, I think,
"A moment ago, this was just an idea. Now, here she is."
"This little person I will love forever."
She's a miracle.
It's a miracle.
Guys…
can we talk about anything else?
Look, I know you're not trying to scare me on purpose,
but honestly, your stories are very terrifying.
Uh, Ginny?
What?
Fucking hell!
What the hell was that?
Thank God they caught him before anyone got hurt.
I mean, other than his roommate, whose penis he bit off.
He was someone's baby once.
Okay, Ginny.
I think you're getting tired.
Yeah, I can feel it.
I'll see you guys in the morning.
Yeah.
Hey, I know that you're not legally, uh, allowed to talk to me or whatever.
I just want to make sure you were okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Honestly, Anne, I am so overwhelmed.
Oh, I wanted to do this with Nick, you know?
Cove is gonna need his father, and…
Yeah. Fathers aren't really that helpful.
They mostly just stand around and wait for you to tell them what to do.
Mm, I don't know, at least twice a day I think,
"What would Nick say if he were here?"
I mean, I know what he would say. He would say,
"You can't live in a fourth-floor walk-up with a baby."
"If you want to have a water birth, you have to do it at a hospital."
Oh, my God.
- He literally did say that last one. - Sure.
Do…
Do you think he would've liked the name?
Oh.
- No. - Oh.
No, he would say,
"You can't name a baby Cove."
"There's never gonna be a Supreme Court Justice Cove."
Yeah, I had a feeling.
Yeah, this is weird, but I actually do know what boy name he wanted to use.
Uh…
- I never got lucky again after Lila. - Mm.
If he had a son, he always wanted to name it after his great-grandfather.
- Oh. - No, not "Oh."
It's a real doozy.
Mm.
I just wish I didn't have to do this alone.
Ugh! Oh, my God, this light.
I'm so pale, I look like Jack.
Oh.
So,
that conversation we had earlier…
What would you say if I said I am thinking about it?
Oh, um…
Well, I would say let's think about it together.
"It" is a baby, right? We're talking about having…
Yes.
- Yes. - Yeah, okay.
Okay.
They better not make us pay for this room tonight.
Yeah, and did you see one of the cops destroyed the Snack Shack?
No.
Hey, I'm really sorry about the marathon.
Yeah, so what were you doing when you were supposed to be doing your runs?
I would walk to that little Italian deli in Demarest
and eat a full pork sandwich while sitting at the bus stop.
Ooh!
Sexy.
Why didn't you just tell me?
I didn't want to hurt your feelings.
Makes sense.
Wait, no, it doesn't. You hurt my feelings all the time.
- Are you… worried about me? - No.
I'm just keeping my eye on you.
Well, you don't have to, because I'm doing good now.
- Really? - Yeah.
Thank God.
Holy shit.
Kate said it was a cop.
All right, but this is the last time.
Come on!
- Look at it. - You got this.
- Bluebird. - Go, go. Nice.
No.
God, he was big-boned.
Oh, Jesus.
Bye-bye.
Should I just…
No.
Should we…
- Yeah. - Okay.
Okay, well, guess that's it.
Anyone else have anything they'd like to say?
- We're having a baby. - Ginny's moving in with me.