The Great Indoors (2016) s01e20 Episode Script
The Heartbreaker
1 Man! I love this show.
Yeah.
They're so pretty.
I don't even care if they're little liars.
[sighs.]
All right, it's early, we're two single dudes in Chicago You know what we should do? Ah, yeah.
Binge season three.
I can't think of a better way to celebrate my six-month divorce-iversary.
You know, when you give it a fun name, it actually makes it sadder.
No, that's it, let's get you back out there.
I don't know.
I've still got Denise's voice in my head.
And, Jack she's mean.
Come on, where's that famous, unearned Eddie swagger? Get up.
Get up.
All right, turn around.
Let me see that caboose.
All right, now, give me the heartbreaker.
Oh oh-ho.
I am committing a crime against single women by keeping you locked up, watching admittedly complex teen dramas.
Eddie, you are the best guy I know, so go put on a pair of pants that don't tie in the front, 'cause this is your night.
We're going out.
You name the place.
Well, I guess you did technically name the place.
I feel safe here in my own bar.
Ironic, given your blatant disregard for building codes.
Are you ready? Yeah.
I might have a few tricks up my sleeve.
No, Eddie.
No magic.
Magic is a gimmick.
You're a cool guy You don't need gimmicks.
I have a dove in my pants.
No tricks.
Just follow my lead.
Ladies.
If you're having a good time tonight, you can thank this guy He owns the place.
Really? Yeah.
Technically, my ex-wife owns half, but joke's on her Haven't made a profit since December.
[laughs.]
[laughing loudly.]
Isn't he hilarious? I didn't have sex for the last four months of my marriage.
[Eddie laughing.]
[quietly.]
: Release the dove.
Release it! CLARK: Jack.
I think we finally figured out a way to save the California condor.
Screw the condor, he had his shot! [dramatic music plays.]
Our destinies have led us to a much higher calling.
Today, this ragtag bunch of misfits need to band together to get Eddie laid.
[music stops.]
Okay, but I'm gonna type up what I remember about the condor just so we have it.
[eagle screeches.]
[phone ringing.]
Why can't Eddie hook up on his own? He's a middle-aged, divorced man who lives with his roommate above a bar.
Oh, okay, I get it now.
And his ex-wife is still in his head.
She was really critical of him, so, whenever he gets nervous, he starts ripping on himself.
And that's when the magic happens.
ALL: Ooh.
No, I mean actual magic.
ALL: Ew.
I feel like if I can just help Eddie get a win he'll finally get over Denise.
I would offer my mom, but what if it doesn't work out? I'm not ready to lose a dad as great as Eddie! And it's gonna be all your fault, Clark.
Mason, you're a 21st-century guy.
A contemporary gentleman around town.
An open-minded gadfly.
You're doing a lot of work to not say the word âbisexual.
â Well, since you brought it up, uh have you ever come across any nice girls at one of your hedonistic orgies? That's not how it works.
Well, actually, once a month it is how it works.
But I got no one.
Emma.
Hmm? Sorry, I can't focus on anything.
I think I'm gonna break up with Greg.
[beatboxing.]
Fine, waste a perfectly hot track.
Wow, so, Emma, you're finally breaking up with Greg.
Yeah, I'm just bored.
We never do anything.
It's like dating a really hot tree.
Yeah, but, what about Greg? Uh, we won't be seeing him anymore.
Uh, I feel like I should have a say in this.
Oh, no, you got coffee on your shirt.
Better get you cleaned up in the kitchen.
That's okay, it's a dark shirt, don't worry about it.
And yogurt.
[through teeth.]
: Get cleaned up in the kitchen.
I really don't mind.
So about Greg Oh, my God, go to the kitchen! Dude, stop worrying about Greg.
But he's become one of my best friends.
This is gonna destroy him.
You've had a crush on Emma for a year now, and she's finally gonna be single.
I know, and I really like her.
It's just this isn't how I imagined it happening.
Well, wait, how did you imagine it happening? I don't know.
Greg would die.
What? How? I don't know.
A parasailing accident, while the three of us are on their honeymoon? Okay, why are you on their honeymoon? Oh, my God, I don't know.
I'm already in Puerto Vallarta to officiate their wedding, but, with Greg dead, Emma turns to me for emotional support.
And I'm a famous race car driver, but like I said, Mason, I don't know.
Look, you need to stop worrying about how other people feel.
I'll make sure Emma breaks up with Greg tonight so you can finally make your move.
Isn't there an option where nobody gets hurt and we all stay friends forever? No.
Come on, whose happiness is more important? Greg's or Clark's? [sighs.]
You're right.
Greg's.
Jack, I adore Eddie, please let me help.
I have some amazing single friends.
Fine, break out the Hufflepuff yearbook and let's start sorting.
Me and my bitches are straight up Ravenclaw.
And, I'll have you know, I have two ladies who are perfect.
Look, I'm sure these are handsome women who like to say their cats rescued them holy crap! Eddie will take one and I'll take the other as a finder's fee.
Tell you what, I'll have Chloe and Allie meet you guys.
Ah, maybe Paul and I will come, too.
It's been awhile since we've gone out.
Oh, that makes sense after they closed the all-night apple sauce bar.
What happened to you? Didn't you steal a fire truck in college? No, it was a police tank.
[sighs.]
That's just not me anymore.
Besides, Paul and I were up pretty late last night.
He had a chocolate espresso bean after 6:00 and it kicked his restless leg syndrome into overdrive.
Brooke, why do you give me details that I will undoubtedly use against you later? Emma, stop wasting time.
You need to break up with Greg in a mature and direct way.
Just send him a text and say, âYa dumped.
â No, we've been together for three months.
That's like a year.
I owe it to Greg to do it in person over the phone.
Why isn't he answering? What could he be doing that's more important than taking my call? You happy, champ? Mm-hmm.
Yeah? You just want anything else, you let me know, okay? Today's all about you.
What-What are you, my step-dad? I wish.
[laughs.]
We should do this every week.
Hey.
Let's not talk about the future.
[phone chimes.]
- Oh, it's Emma.
- Oh you can answer that, or we could go play paintball.
[laughs.]
Clark, you had me at paintball.
Which I realize is the last word you said.
This looks like one of those fancy places where the bartenders wash their hands.
[chuckles.]
How'd you find out about it? I can't remember, it was probably Mason, my bisexual friend.
Or as I like to call him, my friend.
Jack, Eddie, it's me, it's Paul.
Eddie, you remember Paul, the 12-year-old boy who made a wish on a Zoltar machine and woke up big.
Eddie, put her there.
Gotcha, no can do.
Are you waiting for your falcons to return? Close, carpal tunnel.
But when jicama's in season, I just can't stop juicing.
BROOKE: Oh, this is Chloe, and this is Allie.
- Eddie.
- Hey.
Last time I saw you, we were getting our stories straight in the back of that Virginia state trooper's car.
[gasps.]
BOTH: âI swear officer, we thought it was powdered sugar.
â [laughter.]
Classic.
What was it? Was it baking soda? I-It was a-a different time in my life.
[laughs.]
Uh, so, Eddie, Brooke tells me you own a bar.
Yeah, it's called âEddie'sâ.
Um you have something behind your ear.
[coins clattering.]
It's a stray hair.
Oh.
Let me get that.
That's better.
Okay.
I'll get this party started.
Miss, Fanta, please.
Got it.
Five Fantas.
No And you thought you'd never get over Denise.
Look at you now, man.
I know, this feels amazing.
Hot girls, bottle service, great music, my ex-wife.
Hi, Eddie.
Happy divorce-iversary! EDDIE: Denise, what are you doing here? I'm celebrating with the rest of my law firm.
We just won a case using an obscure legal loophole that might just get cigarette machines back in high schools.
[Jack chuckles.]
That's terrific.
Are you vacationing from hell for long? And you're still hanging out with this dummy.
I am an award-winning writer.
Why do you always say I'm dumb? Because you're dumb, and you do dumb things, like bring my ex-husband to the same club I've been posting about on Facebook.
Oh, that's how I learned about this place! It's good to see you, Eddie.
I'm actually single again.
Oh, me too.
Wait, that's your fault.
Sorry to interrupt, but my very classy friends are fighting over who gets to break Eddie's headboard first.
Yeah.
And Denise, I assume you have to get back to making Dalmatians into a coat? Whoa, whoa, whoa! All I wanted was one Fanta! Got it.
Ten more Fantas.
No.
Maybe I should just get out of here.
No.
This is perfect.
Chloe likes you, and now Denise has a front-row seat.
Don't worry about this.
I got your back.
My only job tonight is to make sure you go home with Chloe.
So, Chloe Want to fool around in the coat room? Eddie, you remember Allie? I thought you said Chloe was No.
Allie.
I think, uh, Chloe's a bit of a prude.
Look, I'll see you in there.
Start stretching.
Brooke, uh, Eddie's getting a little rattled that Denise is here, so we need to keep him focused on Allie and having fun.
We need booze immediately.
This may not work, but I'll give it a go.
[with Valley girl accent.]
: Oh, my God, you guys are so tall.
Are you, like, an NBA team? [laughs.]
We should totally party together.
You are so funny.
[laughs.]
I'm gonna take this, okay? [laughing.]
This should help.
How do you know how to do that? Oh, please.
A decade ago, I would have come back with their watches.
Eddie? Why don't you make Allie one of your legendary drinks? Thanks, Jack.
You're a good friend.
I'm always here for you, buddy.
Except for the next six to eight minutes while I help Chloe look for her car keys.
A prude and forgetful? I really dodged a bullet on that one.
Mm-hmm.
Ugh.
Greg's still not answering.
Why don't you just track his phone and see where he's at? Because usually it's just a zigzag between different Cold Stone Creameries, but what the hell? He's at some abandoned warehouse.
[gasps.]
Is he trespassing? Without me? [paintball gunshots.]
Time out! Oh, it's Emma again.
[shot.]
Sorry, cutie.
That's why they call me âKillshot.
â [rapid firing, groaning.]
What's going on? He's been at rental places for paddle boats, bikes and roller blades? Hate to say it, but he's either on a date, or in a '90s gum commercial.
I don't think Greg would cheat on me.
No one ever thinks they're being cheated on.
So doesn't the fact that you think he isn't prove that he actually is? Don't think about it.
Just react emotionally.
Oh, my God, you're right! If you don't hurry up, he'll dump you first! [gasps.]
My perfect record! Let's go.
[dance music playing.]
All right, everybody, do you know what time it is? It's 9:46, 14 minutes until Blue Bloods.
No.
It's a quarter past shots.
Oh.
[laughs.]
Oh.
Honey, honey, it's like this.
[grunts.]
Who are you? JACK: Hey.
Eddie's working his magic.
- Oh.
- No, no.
As in, he's not doing any.
- Oh! So it's going well? - Yeah.
[clearing her throat.]
Denise.
My favorite succubus.
Which is a supernatural temptress from folklore.
I know about it from not being dumb.
Succubus.
I'm impressed.
Spell it.
Ss Uh Ss.
My my brain's a little scrambled.
I just had sex.
Relax.
I just wanted to say good-bye to Eddie.
Oh, I'll tell him for you.
I know you need to get back to luring children into your gingerbread house.
I'm sorry.
Who are you? [laughs.]
Well, I know who you are.
The bitch who's ruining the first solid buzz I've had in four years.
Ignore her.
She's on club drugs.
Oh.
Look, I know a gypsy curse took away your ability to feel, but Eddie's having a hard time getting past the divorce, and you being here is not helping.
I didn't know that he was, uh, still stuck on me.
Okay.
I'll go.
Succubus.
S-U-C-C-U-B-U-S.
Ah! Next time I see her, I'm gonna spell it in her face! Jack? Goblin mistress is up to something.
You should have just let me head-butt her.
Brooke, sweetheart, what-what what has gotten into you? Six shots of Fireball and a pill with a picture of Garfield on it.
I'm sorry, Paul.
I'll admit, it's been fun dusting off my old moves.
But don't worry.
- It's all just to help Eddie.
- Okay.
Have fun and be safe.
I'm gonna head home.
There's a melatonin gummy with my name on it.
- Mmm.
- All right, honey.
I'll see you later for aggressive, drunk sex.
Sounds great.
Gotcha.
I'm terrified by that.
Please don't make me.
Hey, uh, where's Eddie? Actually, he left.
He got an emergency text, and said he had to go.
Denise texted Eddie.
They must have left together! We better stop him before he makes a mistake.
- Let me pay the bill.
- Ah.
I'll deal with that.
[giggling.]
[with Valley girl voice.]
: Oh, my God, do you guys work out? [laughs.]
Wouldn't it be funny if you paid our check? [laughs.]
[normal voice.]
: Okay, let's go.
[doorbell rings.]
Oh, I'm such a bad friend.
I tried to get Eddie over Denise, but just ended up sending him back to the same two-bedroom apartment where she digests her prey.
Reminds me of when I had sex with your friend tonight in the coat room.
What do those two things have to do with each other? Nothing, I just had to brag to someone.
MAN [over intercom.]
: Hello? Oh, hey, Eddie, it's Jack.
I'm sorry that I pushed you to go out tonight.
You weren't ready, and that's on me.
But that is no reason for you to go crawling back to that coil of snake shaped like a person.
Yeah, Eddie, you deserve better.
It's true.
She never accepted you for the great guy you already are, or me, for the great speller I've always been.
Yeah, look, you shouldn't be with someone who makes you feel like you have to hide a part of who you are.
Yeah, take it from Brooke, the closeted party girl, who shut down an entire part of her personality for a guy who called tilapia âthe fun white fish.
â Mine is a very different situation.
It's not treat her as a cautionary tale.
I did not change who I was, I just stopped doing things I found fun because I was worried Paul wouldn't.
Oh, crap.
You're wasting your time, dummy.
Denise Succubus S-U-B Oh, son of a bitch! You also have the wrong apartment, but I'm sure the Ethiopian family in 60 appreciates your life lessons.
MAN [over intercom.]
: Brooke, you deserve someone who loves all of you.
Eddie's not even here.
He left after he told me off outside the club.
He did? What did he say? Some empowered speech about how he never should have changed for me, he deserved better.
And then he stuck out his butt, looked over his shoulder and bit his finger.
He hit you with the heartbreaker.
So I was right.
Getting him to go out was exactly what he needed to get over you.
I'm a genius.
Do you want me to help you solve your problem? Oh, Paul and I should probably talk.
Just the two of us.
Yeah, I think that works out for the best, 'cause my Uber's here.
Are you Marvin? You're gonna have to ride in the front seat, 'cause Marvin looks like a talker.
Yeah.
Nailed it! Chest bump! Ugh.
Bubble soccer.
MASON: I think that's Greg.
EMMA: And look at his slut with those milky white legs.
I'd know those milky white legs anywhere.
Hey, thank you so much.
This has been the best day of my life.
Mine, too, buddy.
I just wish we had more time.
Why do you keep talking like that? Am I dying? Worse.
Emma's breaking up with you.
What? You hid this from me all day? How dare you cheat on me with this Clark? This is not what it looks like.
You're breaking up with me? You told him? Guys, we're all adults here.
Let's not Clark, you're supposed to be my friend.
Whose side are you on? Yours, definitely yours.
But also Greg's.
MASON: What is wrong with you?! Since it's so hard for Clark to choose between us, you can have him.
No, you can have him.
You okay, Clark? I just wanted to stay friends with everyone, but I screwed it all up.
Come on, champ, let's get you some ice cream.
Eddie, oh I'm so sorry about tonight.
But tomorrow we're gonna go to a really cool birthday party for Denise.
Nope, still on her Facebook.
It's all good, Jack.
You meant well, but you had the order wrong.
I didn't need a girl to get over Denise.
You needed to get over Denise - so you could - Eddie Oh, hey, Jack Jack.
Allie.
You got the four of diamonds on your thigh.
That was my card.
How the hell did that happen? Well, after I told Denise off, I went back inside, but you and Brooke had run off.
So I busted out some street magic, and next thing you know, I released the dove.
Yeah.
They're so pretty.
I don't even care if they're little liars.
[sighs.]
All right, it's early, we're two single dudes in Chicago You know what we should do? Ah, yeah.
Binge season three.
I can't think of a better way to celebrate my six-month divorce-iversary.
You know, when you give it a fun name, it actually makes it sadder.
No, that's it, let's get you back out there.
I don't know.
I've still got Denise's voice in my head.
And, Jack she's mean.
Come on, where's that famous, unearned Eddie swagger? Get up.
Get up.
All right, turn around.
Let me see that caboose.
All right, now, give me the heartbreaker.
Oh oh-ho.
I am committing a crime against single women by keeping you locked up, watching admittedly complex teen dramas.
Eddie, you are the best guy I know, so go put on a pair of pants that don't tie in the front, 'cause this is your night.
We're going out.
You name the place.
Well, I guess you did technically name the place.
I feel safe here in my own bar.
Ironic, given your blatant disregard for building codes.
Are you ready? Yeah.
I might have a few tricks up my sleeve.
No, Eddie.
No magic.
Magic is a gimmick.
You're a cool guy You don't need gimmicks.
I have a dove in my pants.
No tricks.
Just follow my lead.
Ladies.
If you're having a good time tonight, you can thank this guy He owns the place.
Really? Yeah.
Technically, my ex-wife owns half, but joke's on her Haven't made a profit since December.
[laughs.]
[laughing loudly.]
Isn't he hilarious? I didn't have sex for the last four months of my marriage.
[Eddie laughing.]
[quietly.]
: Release the dove.
Release it! CLARK: Jack.
I think we finally figured out a way to save the California condor.
Screw the condor, he had his shot! [dramatic music plays.]
Our destinies have led us to a much higher calling.
Today, this ragtag bunch of misfits need to band together to get Eddie laid.
[music stops.]
Okay, but I'm gonna type up what I remember about the condor just so we have it.
[eagle screeches.]
[phone ringing.]
Why can't Eddie hook up on his own? He's a middle-aged, divorced man who lives with his roommate above a bar.
Oh, okay, I get it now.
And his ex-wife is still in his head.
She was really critical of him, so, whenever he gets nervous, he starts ripping on himself.
And that's when the magic happens.
ALL: Ooh.
No, I mean actual magic.
ALL: Ew.
I feel like if I can just help Eddie get a win he'll finally get over Denise.
I would offer my mom, but what if it doesn't work out? I'm not ready to lose a dad as great as Eddie! And it's gonna be all your fault, Clark.
Mason, you're a 21st-century guy.
A contemporary gentleman around town.
An open-minded gadfly.
You're doing a lot of work to not say the word âbisexual.
â Well, since you brought it up, uh have you ever come across any nice girls at one of your hedonistic orgies? That's not how it works.
Well, actually, once a month it is how it works.
But I got no one.
Emma.
Hmm? Sorry, I can't focus on anything.
I think I'm gonna break up with Greg.
[beatboxing.]
Fine, waste a perfectly hot track.
Wow, so, Emma, you're finally breaking up with Greg.
Yeah, I'm just bored.
We never do anything.
It's like dating a really hot tree.
Yeah, but, what about Greg? Uh, we won't be seeing him anymore.
Uh, I feel like I should have a say in this.
Oh, no, you got coffee on your shirt.
Better get you cleaned up in the kitchen.
That's okay, it's a dark shirt, don't worry about it.
And yogurt.
[through teeth.]
: Get cleaned up in the kitchen.
I really don't mind.
So about Greg Oh, my God, go to the kitchen! Dude, stop worrying about Greg.
But he's become one of my best friends.
This is gonna destroy him.
You've had a crush on Emma for a year now, and she's finally gonna be single.
I know, and I really like her.
It's just this isn't how I imagined it happening.
Well, wait, how did you imagine it happening? I don't know.
Greg would die.
What? How? I don't know.
A parasailing accident, while the three of us are on their honeymoon? Okay, why are you on their honeymoon? Oh, my God, I don't know.
I'm already in Puerto Vallarta to officiate their wedding, but, with Greg dead, Emma turns to me for emotional support.
And I'm a famous race car driver, but like I said, Mason, I don't know.
Look, you need to stop worrying about how other people feel.
I'll make sure Emma breaks up with Greg tonight so you can finally make your move.
Isn't there an option where nobody gets hurt and we all stay friends forever? No.
Come on, whose happiness is more important? Greg's or Clark's? [sighs.]
You're right.
Greg's.
Jack, I adore Eddie, please let me help.
I have some amazing single friends.
Fine, break out the Hufflepuff yearbook and let's start sorting.
Me and my bitches are straight up Ravenclaw.
And, I'll have you know, I have two ladies who are perfect.
Look, I'm sure these are handsome women who like to say their cats rescued them holy crap! Eddie will take one and I'll take the other as a finder's fee.
Tell you what, I'll have Chloe and Allie meet you guys.
Ah, maybe Paul and I will come, too.
It's been awhile since we've gone out.
Oh, that makes sense after they closed the all-night apple sauce bar.
What happened to you? Didn't you steal a fire truck in college? No, it was a police tank.
[sighs.]
That's just not me anymore.
Besides, Paul and I were up pretty late last night.
He had a chocolate espresso bean after 6:00 and it kicked his restless leg syndrome into overdrive.
Brooke, why do you give me details that I will undoubtedly use against you later? Emma, stop wasting time.
You need to break up with Greg in a mature and direct way.
Just send him a text and say, âYa dumped.
â No, we've been together for three months.
That's like a year.
I owe it to Greg to do it in person over the phone.
Why isn't he answering? What could he be doing that's more important than taking my call? You happy, champ? Mm-hmm.
Yeah? You just want anything else, you let me know, okay? Today's all about you.
What-What are you, my step-dad? I wish.
[laughs.]
We should do this every week.
Hey.
Let's not talk about the future.
[phone chimes.]
- Oh, it's Emma.
- Oh you can answer that, or we could go play paintball.
[laughs.]
Clark, you had me at paintball.
Which I realize is the last word you said.
This looks like one of those fancy places where the bartenders wash their hands.
[chuckles.]
How'd you find out about it? I can't remember, it was probably Mason, my bisexual friend.
Or as I like to call him, my friend.
Jack, Eddie, it's me, it's Paul.
Eddie, you remember Paul, the 12-year-old boy who made a wish on a Zoltar machine and woke up big.
Eddie, put her there.
Gotcha, no can do.
Are you waiting for your falcons to return? Close, carpal tunnel.
But when jicama's in season, I just can't stop juicing.
BROOKE: Oh, this is Chloe, and this is Allie.
- Eddie.
- Hey.
Last time I saw you, we were getting our stories straight in the back of that Virginia state trooper's car.
[gasps.]
BOTH: âI swear officer, we thought it was powdered sugar.
â [laughter.]
Classic.
What was it? Was it baking soda? I-It was a-a different time in my life.
[laughs.]
Uh, so, Eddie, Brooke tells me you own a bar.
Yeah, it's called âEddie'sâ.
Um you have something behind your ear.
[coins clattering.]
It's a stray hair.
Oh.
Let me get that.
That's better.
Okay.
I'll get this party started.
Miss, Fanta, please.
Got it.
Five Fantas.
No And you thought you'd never get over Denise.
Look at you now, man.
I know, this feels amazing.
Hot girls, bottle service, great music, my ex-wife.
Hi, Eddie.
Happy divorce-iversary! EDDIE: Denise, what are you doing here? I'm celebrating with the rest of my law firm.
We just won a case using an obscure legal loophole that might just get cigarette machines back in high schools.
[Jack chuckles.]
That's terrific.
Are you vacationing from hell for long? And you're still hanging out with this dummy.
I am an award-winning writer.
Why do you always say I'm dumb? Because you're dumb, and you do dumb things, like bring my ex-husband to the same club I've been posting about on Facebook.
Oh, that's how I learned about this place! It's good to see you, Eddie.
I'm actually single again.
Oh, me too.
Wait, that's your fault.
Sorry to interrupt, but my very classy friends are fighting over who gets to break Eddie's headboard first.
Yeah.
And Denise, I assume you have to get back to making Dalmatians into a coat? Whoa, whoa, whoa! All I wanted was one Fanta! Got it.
Ten more Fantas.
No.
Maybe I should just get out of here.
No.
This is perfect.
Chloe likes you, and now Denise has a front-row seat.
Don't worry about this.
I got your back.
My only job tonight is to make sure you go home with Chloe.
So, Chloe Want to fool around in the coat room? Eddie, you remember Allie? I thought you said Chloe was No.
Allie.
I think, uh, Chloe's a bit of a prude.
Look, I'll see you in there.
Start stretching.
Brooke, uh, Eddie's getting a little rattled that Denise is here, so we need to keep him focused on Allie and having fun.
We need booze immediately.
This may not work, but I'll give it a go.
[with Valley girl accent.]
: Oh, my God, you guys are so tall.
Are you, like, an NBA team? [laughs.]
We should totally party together.
You are so funny.
[laughs.]
I'm gonna take this, okay? [laughing.]
This should help.
How do you know how to do that? Oh, please.
A decade ago, I would have come back with their watches.
Eddie? Why don't you make Allie one of your legendary drinks? Thanks, Jack.
You're a good friend.
I'm always here for you, buddy.
Except for the next six to eight minutes while I help Chloe look for her car keys.
A prude and forgetful? I really dodged a bullet on that one.
Mm-hmm.
Ugh.
Greg's still not answering.
Why don't you just track his phone and see where he's at? Because usually it's just a zigzag between different Cold Stone Creameries, but what the hell? He's at some abandoned warehouse.
[gasps.]
Is he trespassing? Without me? [paintball gunshots.]
Time out! Oh, it's Emma again.
[shot.]
Sorry, cutie.
That's why they call me âKillshot.
â [rapid firing, groaning.]
What's going on? He's been at rental places for paddle boats, bikes and roller blades? Hate to say it, but he's either on a date, or in a '90s gum commercial.
I don't think Greg would cheat on me.
No one ever thinks they're being cheated on.
So doesn't the fact that you think he isn't prove that he actually is? Don't think about it.
Just react emotionally.
Oh, my God, you're right! If you don't hurry up, he'll dump you first! [gasps.]
My perfect record! Let's go.
[dance music playing.]
All right, everybody, do you know what time it is? It's 9:46, 14 minutes until Blue Bloods.
No.
It's a quarter past shots.
Oh.
[laughs.]
Oh.
Honey, honey, it's like this.
[grunts.]
Who are you? JACK: Hey.
Eddie's working his magic.
- Oh.
- No, no.
As in, he's not doing any.
- Oh! So it's going well? - Yeah.
[clearing her throat.]
Denise.
My favorite succubus.
Which is a supernatural temptress from folklore.
I know about it from not being dumb.
Succubus.
I'm impressed.
Spell it.
Ss Uh Ss.
My my brain's a little scrambled.
I just had sex.
Relax.
I just wanted to say good-bye to Eddie.
Oh, I'll tell him for you.
I know you need to get back to luring children into your gingerbread house.
I'm sorry.
Who are you? [laughs.]
Well, I know who you are.
The bitch who's ruining the first solid buzz I've had in four years.
Ignore her.
She's on club drugs.
Oh.
Look, I know a gypsy curse took away your ability to feel, but Eddie's having a hard time getting past the divorce, and you being here is not helping.
I didn't know that he was, uh, still stuck on me.
Okay.
I'll go.
Succubus.
S-U-C-C-U-B-U-S.
Ah! Next time I see her, I'm gonna spell it in her face! Jack? Goblin mistress is up to something.
You should have just let me head-butt her.
Brooke, sweetheart, what-what what has gotten into you? Six shots of Fireball and a pill with a picture of Garfield on it.
I'm sorry, Paul.
I'll admit, it's been fun dusting off my old moves.
But don't worry.
- It's all just to help Eddie.
- Okay.
Have fun and be safe.
I'm gonna head home.
There's a melatonin gummy with my name on it.
- Mmm.
- All right, honey.
I'll see you later for aggressive, drunk sex.
Sounds great.
Gotcha.
I'm terrified by that.
Please don't make me.
Hey, uh, where's Eddie? Actually, he left.
He got an emergency text, and said he had to go.
Denise texted Eddie.
They must have left together! We better stop him before he makes a mistake.
- Let me pay the bill.
- Ah.
I'll deal with that.
[giggling.]
[with Valley girl voice.]
: Oh, my God, do you guys work out? [laughs.]
Wouldn't it be funny if you paid our check? [laughs.]
[normal voice.]
: Okay, let's go.
[doorbell rings.]
Oh, I'm such a bad friend.
I tried to get Eddie over Denise, but just ended up sending him back to the same two-bedroom apartment where she digests her prey.
Reminds me of when I had sex with your friend tonight in the coat room.
What do those two things have to do with each other? Nothing, I just had to brag to someone.
MAN [over intercom.]
: Hello? Oh, hey, Eddie, it's Jack.
I'm sorry that I pushed you to go out tonight.
You weren't ready, and that's on me.
But that is no reason for you to go crawling back to that coil of snake shaped like a person.
Yeah, Eddie, you deserve better.
It's true.
She never accepted you for the great guy you already are, or me, for the great speller I've always been.
Yeah, look, you shouldn't be with someone who makes you feel like you have to hide a part of who you are.
Yeah, take it from Brooke, the closeted party girl, who shut down an entire part of her personality for a guy who called tilapia âthe fun white fish.
â Mine is a very different situation.
It's not treat her as a cautionary tale.
I did not change who I was, I just stopped doing things I found fun because I was worried Paul wouldn't.
Oh, crap.
You're wasting your time, dummy.
Denise Succubus S-U-B Oh, son of a bitch! You also have the wrong apartment, but I'm sure the Ethiopian family in 60 appreciates your life lessons.
MAN [over intercom.]
: Brooke, you deserve someone who loves all of you.
Eddie's not even here.
He left after he told me off outside the club.
He did? What did he say? Some empowered speech about how he never should have changed for me, he deserved better.
And then he stuck out his butt, looked over his shoulder and bit his finger.
He hit you with the heartbreaker.
So I was right.
Getting him to go out was exactly what he needed to get over you.
I'm a genius.
Do you want me to help you solve your problem? Oh, Paul and I should probably talk.
Just the two of us.
Yeah, I think that works out for the best, 'cause my Uber's here.
Are you Marvin? You're gonna have to ride in the front seat, 'cause Marvin looks like a talker.
Yeah.
Nailed it! Chest bump! Ugh.
Bubble soccer.
MASON: I think that's Greg.
EMMA: And look at his slut with those milky white legs.
I'd know those milky white legs anywhere.
Hey, thank you so much.
This has been the best day of my life.
Mine, too, buddy.
I just wish we had more time.
Why do you keep talking like that? Am I dying? Worse.
Emma's breaking up with you.
What? You hid this from me all day? How dare you cheat on me with this Clark? This is not what it looks like.
You're breaking up with me? You told him? Guys, we're all adults here.
Let's not Clark, you're supposed to be my friend.
Whose side are you on? Yours, definitely yours.
But also Greg's.
MASON: What is wrong with you?! Since it's so hard for Clark to choose between us, you can have him.
No, you can have him.
You okay, Clark? I just wanted to stay friends with everyone, but I screwed it all up.
Come on, champ, let's get you some ice cream.
Eddie, oh I'm so sorry about tonight.
But tomorrow we're gonna go to a really cool birthday party for Denise.
Nope, still on her Facebook.
It's all good, Jack.
You meant well, but you had the order wrong.
I didn't need a girl to get over Denise.
You needed to get over Denise - so you could - Eddie Oh, hey, Jack Jack.
Allie.
You got the four of diamonds on your thigh.
That was my card.
How the hell did that happen? Well, after I told Denise off, I went back inside, but you and Brooke had run off.
So I busted out some street magic, and next thing you know, I released the dove.