Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (2015) s02e02 Episode Script
Kimmy Goes on a Playdate!
1 This is a year-round Christmas store? You must be the happiest woman on Earth! I'm a man.
That's great.
Anyway, I saw this at the sign store, and I bought it to prove how serious I am about working here.
Yeah, we're not really hiring.
It's just I've got a bomb! And now that I've got your attention, here's my résumé.
This says you were a babysitter from 1997 to 1998, then there's a 15-year gap Look, I know I'm not perfect, but let me tell you about another imperfect employee.
His name was Rudolph, and he was a joke.
Some say his mother made it with a doorbell light, but when he was given a chance, Rudolph went down in history, and that reindeer's name was Rudolph.
All I'm asking for is a chance to get my life back on track.
Last week, I threw myself at a married man.
I'm like a lollipop with a question mark on its wrapper.
I don't know what's going on inside.
But if anything can remind me of what's good and right in the world, it's this place.
They say there's a war on Christmas.
Well, sir, put me on the front line, 'cause if any Grinches or Scrooges dare come over that hill, I'll make them wish they'd never been born! Oh, no.
Those Santas must be coming from a funeral.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Santas.
Jeepers! Why is your phone going straight to voice mail? Jacqueline, hi! Huh? So not all toxic mold is black, but all black mold is toxic What are you doing here? I need a place to stay.
I just found out my ex-husband sold the town house.
He's in escrow.
Ugh.
He's such an escrow.
I had to clean out my closets and get the jewelry from the safe.
Of course you can stay here, but wouldn't you rather be in a fancy hotel? When I did the Today show, they put me in a hotel where the hallways had trays of free floor food.
No, I can't afford that right now.
But you have 12 million You shut your wet mouth! Don't ever let anyone know how little I got in the divorce.
Now get me inside before someone helicopters over this neighborhood and sees me.
Flores! Flores para los muertos! Are they buying it? Mrs.
Voorhees Oh, wait.
You're divorced.
What do I call you now? Mrs.
Voor-hers? Ms.
White.
That's my Sioux family name.
It was given to us in the 1920s by a sarcastic census taker.
Okay, Ms.
White, what are you doing back in New York? Kimmy, I need your help.
Help? That's what we elves are born to do.
Oh, you are dressed like an elf.
I just assumed it was the trucker pills.
So what's the hardest thing in the world for a trophy wife to do? Lose the jerk but keep the perks.
Trademark me.
Julian's the jerk, and the perks are everything I worked him so hard to achieve.
And I'm gonna get it all back.
Unbreakable They alive, damn it It's a miracle Unbreakable They alive, damn it But females are strong as hell Unbreakable They alive, damn it It's a miracle Unbreakable They alive, damn it That's gonna be, uh you know, a fascinating transition.
Damn it The first thing we have to do is let the city know I'm back.
I'll get my jumbo sidewalk chalk.
Luckily, the gatekeepers of New York society are all moms at St.
Clotilde's School for Fancy Boys, where Buckley is kept.
They're thin, they're rich, and I'm their natural enemy A gorgeous divorcée with the pelvic floor of a 12-year-old boy.
Gross.
But if I can win over their queen, the others will follow.
Reg is dragging me to the prewar auction at J.
O.
Brothers tonight, and I am not doing that sober, so who's up for margaritas after Pilates Stella McCartney vegan ankle boot bánh mì detox? Deirdre Robespierre.
Owen R.
's mom? He's so cool! I have custody of Buckley this week.
You go to after-school pickup and let the other nannies know I'm back.
If anyone asks where I've been, just say the Côte d'Azur.
Right, I forgot.
Say I've been in Europe Traveling and trying to figure out how to spend my half of $3 billion.
Got it? Okay, now I'm meeting a broker to look at apartments.
You know what to do Heavenly Father! Titus, what happened? Much like Icarus, a friend of mine who once put too much stuff in his closet, I put too much stuff in my closet.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, Jacqueline's gonna be staying with us for a few days.
You two have met before, right? Doorman at Barney's.
We buried a robot together.
I can't believe "clo-zay" is gone.
Well, do you really need all these clothes? I mean, when's the last time you wore red suspender shorts or puffy white gloves? Yes.
Mickey-Mousing hasn't been a thing in the community for quite some time.
So why don't you get rid of some of this stuff? Because each one of these pieces is a little piece of me.
Especially this pleather vest that melted onto me after I fell asleep at a beach.
Then give it to Goodwill.
When I was a kid, that's where I got my cool nurse shoes, and I was all, "Hi, I'm a nurse.
After our shift, let's go to the bar at the Ramada.
" The world would be a better place if everyone dressed more like me.
Speaking of which, is that my elf costume? Oh, no, I left mine in that river.
There's my ID.
What the hell are you doing here? Being in a stupid-face contest and coming in second.
Well, I'm here cleaning my room out to take stuff back to Connecticut.
Connecticut! Do you know what my life is like now because of you? I'm on a field hockey team.
I scored twice against Country Day, and it's all your fault! Are you seriously still mad at me? I did it for your own good, Xan.
Someday you'll thank me.
Yeah, when pigs fly.
Oh, my God.
I sound so lame now! And stupid.
Pigs fly all the time, Xan, or did you think prize pigs walk to international pig competitions? - This is not gonna be easy.
- I get it.
After all these years, I still haven't thrown away my late husband's clothes and not just 'cause I dress up in them to cash his disability checks.
I suppose I could part with this.
It's irrelevant now that Drew Carey's the host of the show.
Yeah.
And my bunion outgrew these limited-edition Air Jordache thigh-tops.
Oh, and these shants.
Oh, shorts that are as long as pants.
Bye, shants.
Good for you, Titus.
Good for mankind, Lillian.
Imagine a world where everyone shares my sense of fabulousness.
There'd be no more war, no more famine, no more stupid polo shirts where the horse is, like, the whole shirt! Oh, yay! Go, Titus! Hey, guys.
Remember me? I brought in those nut brownies that almost killed a couple kids? Cool, cool.
Owen R.
You must be Owen's nanny.
Whatevs.
I love you.
Oh, you're Kimmy, Buckley's nanny.
You smell like summer.
It's actually pre-fall, but you're sweet.
So where has Jacqueline been? We miss her.
Traveling in Yerp.
Euur-up.
Well, please tell her I would love to see her whenever she has time.
She would like that.
Oh, any chance she could do a playdate today? Owen has blimping until 3:00.
Would 3:30 work? Um checking calendar.
Let me see.
Aww Hmm.
Yes? Oh, then it's a date.
Buckley playdate, 3:30.
Owen playdate, 3:30.
I found the following on the web for "urine playmate, teen dirty.
" Siri, no! Now they filled in the sinkhole.
Where am I supposed to number two when I have a gentleman caller? Pardon me, do you have any more mannequins? My pieces will warrant a window display.
Mannequins? No, we don't have Hey! Sicko! Beat it! You got donations, just throw 'em on the pile.
All the better.
My clothes will be plucked from this hellhole like so many little orphans Annie.
Exactly.
Your clothes are special, like Annie.
The rest of this stuff, it's ugly.
No one wants it, like the other orphans, who eventually aged out of the system.
I'm so proud.
Well, my apartment search has been a disaster.
Everything is either too expensive or just horrible.
Look at this view.
If I can see New Jersey, that means it can see me.
Okay, so at pickup, I talked to Mrs.
Robespierre What? She was there? Her style how effortless was it on a scale from none to zero? Look, after school, I dropped Buckley off at Little League, even though he didn't have any equipment Because he's an owner.
He just watches the games from his luxury tree.
Okay, but later today, he has a playdate with Owen and Owen's mom.
Oh, Kimmy! I could just kiss you! But we shouldn't, right? Because I should go get dressed.
Maybe I've been overthinking this.
I mean, I haven't been gone that long, and I am the best to be around.
Listen to this laugh.
More rosé? I am fun, and I absolutely underestimated Deirdre.
What a sweetheart! She's so nice.
She remembered my name, and she said since you've been traveling, she'll come to you.
And where exactly do you expect her to go? Perhaps we should meet at the apartment that I don't have? Or did you expect her to come here? To this? I call it Kimmy's Klubhouse, with two "K" s.
That's why Deirdre wanted to have a playdate, to see how I'm living now.
Can't you just say we'll meet in the park? She'll see right through that.
People don't go to the park when they have their own backyards and terraces.
Unless you have something even better planned.
Like visiting a place where it's Christmas all year and you have to guess whether it's a man? It has to be something that requires access, connections, special treatment.
I went to a playdate once where the kids got to run the Greek economy.
We can beat that.
What are nine-year-old boys into? Koosh balls.
Pokémon.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Yes, the Mutant Ninja Turtles.
I can work with that.
Really? That one's still a thing? - Why? - Focus up, Kimmy.
I need you to run back to the town house Just practicing.
I knew there was more plan.
What's up? Heroes in a half shell Turtle power Whoever wrote that song deserves to be a billionaire! Oh.
What are you still doing here? Are you crying? No, this is the cool way to do your makeup now.
I know.
I subscribe to Teen Beat.
You're insane.
Look, I know change is hard Do you? This house has been the only constant in my life.
Every year, it's like, "Here's your new mom, your new school, your new nose" What? No.
Shut up! I actually had to leave my home when I was about your age.
Yeah? Well, I bet you hate the person who made you do it.
Guess what, Kimmy.
For me, that person's you.
But that makes me the Reverend.
I'm not the Reverend.
Oh, Kimmy.
Wonderful.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Oh, Kimmy, I also need you to call my hotel.
My suite is so big, I keep getting lost.
Have them send up a guide monkey.
Does Deirdre look impressed? Damn it, don't look.
- Does she? - I'm a good person, right? - Who cares? - I know I'm not perfect.
I sometimes look at magazine covers without paying for them, and I've made some kissing mistakes Hey.
Making out with John Mayer is just part of living in New York.
But I also help you all the time, and I don't step on cracks, even though I haven't seen my mother in years, and sending Xan to Connecticut was for her own good.
It doesn't make me the Reverend.
I think it's time for some Mutant Ninja Turtles to go an adventure! These costumes are just wonderful.
The tortoise shells were collected by Buckley's grandfather during a hunting trip to the Galápagos.
Oh.
We need to get through this, Schmidt.
You're not the Reverend, okay? Now get these kids underground, and don't let the police see you.
All right, Turtles! Let's go to your secret hideout in the sewer! Yeah! Okay, come on.
- Be safe.
- Bye.
She should not be able to do that.
Look, a rat! - Is it Master Splinter? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah! There's hundreds of them.
Ugh.
So how's the apartment hunt? Everything's too affordable.
I really like that new building that Rem Koolhaas and Michael Stipe designed.
The Rem Koolhaas R.
E.
M.
Cool House? Hmm? Oh, a Birkin bag.
It's the one that's made entirely out of famous Internet cats.
Oh, no, no, I know.
It's just, those came out last year.
This is exactly why I love you, Jacqueline.
You don't care what anybody thinks.
Oh, Deirdre.
I never can tell if you're trying to help me or destroy me! I honestly don't know! I have a degree in political science from Princeton, and all that wasted mental energy has to go somewhere.
I'll be in intimates.
Is this some sort of joke? Is this sticker a phone call from Crank Yankers? Is it? The culottes can also be used as pants for stuffed animals.
Hey, Titus, you got a D battery on you? I want to whip a Philadelphia snowball at those hipsters.
Millennials.
They'll appreciate me.
Millennia, this is perfect.
For our sketch show about ladies who work at Jennifer Convertibles! Unacceptable! You people don't know the meaning of the word "sensuali-Titus-travaganza!" That's it! Donation canceled! Pearls before swine! I should have known better.
You people don't deserve Titus! And I was wearing this when I came in.
Hey! Buddy, get out of here! This is why I never open myself up to the world.
I just get rejected like a crinkly dollar bill in a vending machine! Titus, no.
You're very smooth.
You're like a pudding man.
Good-bye, cruel world! I wish Bruce Willis had let that asteroid hit you! Hashtag spoiler alert! We killed Bebop the pig man and ate so much pizza! Well, this was so much fun.
I would say, "See you tonight," but lucky for you, you don't have a husband.
I just mean you don't have a husband who drags you to auctions every other night.
You know Reg and his art.
He and his sister have the world's largest collection of Greek incest pottery.
Well, let me come with you.
I'll keep you company.
Oh, that's so sweet, but it's just no fun when you can't bid.
I'm not sure I know what you mean.
Darling, can I tell you something? As a friend? I don't know.
Can you? I'm honestly not sure.
I have a 150 IQ, but I spent all morning picking out dog stationery.
Maybe I'm just tormenting you just to feel alive, but also there is a chance this is real empathy.
We may never know! Okay, friend, what is it? Some hateful rumor about my divorce? Oh, you are not as dumb as I say people say you are.
Look, I hate to dignify this, but there is a rumor that you only got $12 million from Julian.
Wow.
That is absurd.
I've never had 12 of anything.
$12 million.
I mean, would a dozenaire have a chauffeured Bentley? I don't think so.
Get in the car, kids.
Let's get in the car.
See you tonight, sweetie.
Excuse me.
Stay down.
Get to that bus.
What's a bus? I can't keep this up.
Titus! Titus, you'll never believe it! Go away, Lillian.
I've decided to live as a bed from now on.
But your clothes are gone! Somebody took 'em! - They did? - Yeah! Oh, that's Wait a minute.
Oh, Titus, you are not on Crank Yankers.
It's not a show anymore, and they would call you.
I just wish we could have met the chic sophisticate that was rummaging through a Dumpster on a hot weekday afternoon.
I'm just happy there's another Titus out there.
It's too bad we'll never know who he is.
He could have been my stunt double if I were ever to get cast in a movie that involves stairs.
Well, I'll see you back at the house.
I found some unshredded mail in there, so I'm gonna go open up a Kohl's card.
One of my Mickey-Mousing gloves.
Other Titus must have dropped it.
Teddy von Bearington's pants and/or my culottes.
My shants! Can I help you, pal? So sorry.
It's just that I threw away some clothes earlier, and then I Hansel-and-Gretel'd myself to your backless car thingy.
Hang on.
I know you.
I don't think so.
I am an enigma.
No, dude, you're the You're the first guy I ever hit on.
I'm Mikey? I came out to you.
Of course.
I remember your wrists.
Titus Andromedon.
You may know me from my attendance at such films as Must Love Dogs and the first 20 minutes of Interstellar.
Anyway, you dropped these.
Sorry.
I'm not exactly out out at work, you know? I got to put up a front.
Go to the strip club with the guys, airbrush a hot chick on the back of my truck.
Oh I get it.
Putting yourself out there is scary.
Right? And with the gay stuff, I don't know where to start.
Sometimes I snazz things up at work, like Like with this shirt, but then the guys start razzing me, like, "How's it going, Mr.
Shirt?" That kind of thing.
But when I saw your clothes in the Dumpster, I just Just thought they were real beautiful.
Thank you.
That's Thank you.
Well, goodbye forever.
Titus, wait.
Don't you think it's I don't know A sign, running into each other like this? Do we believe in signs, us homos? I can say that, right? It's America.
You can say anything except Jezebel.
Right, well, look, you already rejected me once, but you remind me of Carlos Delgado from the Mets, and that's just hot, and, uh, whatever.
You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.
- Right? - Mathematically, no.
But I do know what you're saying.
Okay.
So You want to go out sometime? Oh.
Yeah! This isn't gonna work.
I can't do it, and I'm not a quitter, Kimmy.
I watched Interstellar all the way to the end.
You can't keep doing this? Yes, me.
Is there anyone else here? I try to be a good person, but I don't feel good at all, and it's not just the sewer pizza.
Xan hates me, Owen got a rat bite, and all you're doing is lying About how much money you have, where you live, what monkeys do at hotels.
And how come? So you can go back to your dumb life you hated? What's the point? I don't know about Xan.
Did you see her? Did she get fat in Connecticut? But you're helping me do something really important and good.
'Splain it.
I came back to New York to help my family.
By turning into a Deirdre and making me fight a gutter pig? The Dutch bought Manhattan for $24 worth of beads.
Today it's worth a trillion, and I plan to make up the difference.
But who even has that much beads? Maybe Michael's Arts & Crafts.
Ask for Jan! Every year, men like Deirdre's husband donate billions to charity.
They support art museums, wiener disease research, super PACs that drive poor people to the circus on election day.
And you get free peanuts.
You know who Robin Hood is? Uh, yeah.
That Disney movie where Robin Hood's a fox? When you were little, did you think he was handsome? And then, like, your crotch gets a headache? Are you kidding? That voice and how he didn't wear pants? Well, I'm trying to be Robin Hood.
Take from the rich and give to the poor.
If I can get back into Deirdre's world, I can start a charity that will make up for 400 years of Dutch oppression, but I won't get a penny unless I'm taken seriously, and if I fail, I can't go back home.
You know, in the bunker, when a new girl showed up, there was one way she could get instant respect.
Go up to the toughest-looking girl there and punch her in the face.
What does the Reverend even see in her? It's like, talk American, right? Now you're all my bitches! Mm! Who the heck are you? I'm Gretchen.
I just got here.
After that, no one messes with you.
I don't know what the rich blonde lady version of a bunker punch is I do.
Kimmy, I need you to go back to the town house and get Julian's father's slave auction paddle.
Father? That's not long enough ago.
And, look, I know I've been making you run back and forth all day, but I can't go back to that house.
Too many terrible memories.
That's it! That's how I help Xan! Did you hear? She got fat in Connecticut.
You must have a lot of great memories in this house.
I don't get it.
I was putting Windex in your food, like, every day.
I bet each room in this house is special to you.
Obviously this one is.
It's funny, 'cause this is also where your tutor Charles and I would tongue out in secret.
Wait.
What? Oh, yeah.
We'd be all Oh, yeah! Gimme! Oh, yeah! Wh Why are you doing that? Ew! You must have a lot of great memories in here.
Breakfast on Christmas morning, hanging out with your friends, to say nothing of lunch! I did a lot of stuff here, too.
For example playing "Sexy Cat Burglar Avoiding Lasers.
" Rapping my cool Kimmy raps.
Xan's got a plan With her friend Jan in the tan van, man Aww, beatbox And look, a world of infinite Kimmys.
Please stop! Any good memories out here? No.
Cool, 'cause this is where I threw up baked beans and sewer pizza.
You what? When? Right now! Damn it, Kimmy, that's where I had my first kiss.
You're like an HGTV renovation team.
You come into someone's home and ruin it with your stupidity.
You ruined the house I grew up in.
I bet that makes it easier to leave.
Do you think you're helping me? You're heading for the door.
You're so weird.
In bed! Going once, going twice What are you doing? Using my $12 million to punch Deirdre in her white mouth.
Sold to the lady in the front row for $11 1/2 million.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't recognize you, Mrs.
Voorhee I mean Ms.
White.
She must have taken Julian for all he's worth, and now she's returned in full, like Alcibiades to Athens, and I have become her Eupolis.
Oh, I picked up Mookie's stationery.
- Good night, everybody! - Good night!
That's great.
Anyway, I saw this at the sign store, and I bought it to prove how serious I am about working here.
Yeah, we're not really hiring.
It's just I've got a bomb! And now that I've got your attention, here's my résumé.
This says you were a babysitter from 1997 to 1998, then there's a 15-year gap Look, I know I'm not perfect, but let me tell you about another imperfect employee.
His name was Rudolph, and he was a joke.
Some say his mother made it with a doorbell light, but when he was given a chance, Rudolph went down in history, and that reindeer's name was Rudolph.
All I'm asking for is a chance to get my life back on track.
Last week, I threw myself at a married man.
I'm like a lollipop with a question mark on its wrapper.
I don't know what's going on inside.
But if anything can remind me of what's good and right in the world, it's this place.
They say there's a war on Christmas.
Well, sir, put me on the front line, 'cause if any Grinches or Scrooges dare come over that hill, I'll make them wish they'd never been born! Oh, no.
Those Santas must be coming from a funeral.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Santas.
Jeepers! Why is your phone going straight to voice mail? Jacqueline, hi! Huh? So not all toxic mold is black, but all black mold is toxic What are you doing here? I need a place to stay.
I just found out my ex-husband sold the town house.
He's in escrow.
Ugh.
He's such an escrow.
I had to clean out my closets and get the jewelry from the safe.
Of course you can stay here, but wouldn't you rather be in a fancy hotel? When I did the Today show, they put me in a hotel where the hallways had trays of free floor food.
No, I can't afford that right now.
But you have 12 million You shut your wet mouth! Don't ever let anyone know how little I got in the divorce.
Now get me inside before someone helicopters over this neighborhood and sees me.
Flores! Flores para los muertos! Are they buying it? Mrs.
Voorhees Oh, wait.
You're divorced.
What do I call you now? Mrs.
Voor-hers? Ms.
White.
That's my Sioux family name.
It was given to us in the 1920s by a sarcastic census taker.
Okay, Ms.
White, what are you doing back in New York? Kimmy, I need your help.
Help? That's what we elves are born to do.
Oh, you are dressed like an elf.
I just assumed it was the trucker pills.
So what's the hardest thing in the world for a trophy wife to do? Lose the jerk but keep the perks.
Trademark me.
Julian's the jerk, and the perks are everything I worked him so hard to achieve.
And I'm gonna get it all back.
Unbreakable They alive, damn it It's a miracle Unbreakable They alive, damn it But females are strong as hell Unbreakable They alive, damn it It's a miracle Unbreakable They alive, damn it That's gonna be, uh you know, a fascinating transition.
Damn it The first thing we have to do is let the city know I'm back.
I'll get my jumbo sidewalk chalk.
Luckily, the gatekeepers of New York society are all moms at St.
Clotilde's School for Fancy Boys, where Buckley is kept.
They're thin, they're rich, and I'm their natural enemy A gorgeous divorcée with the pelvic floor of a 12-year-old boy.
Gross.
But if I can win over their queen, the others will follow.
Reg is dragging me to the prewar auction at J.
O.
Brothers tonight, and I am not doing that sober, so who's up for margaritas after Pilates Stella McCartney vegan ankle boot bánh mì detox? Deirdre Robespierre.
Owen R.
's mom? He's so cool! I have custody of Buckley this week.
You go to after-school pickup and let the other nannies know I'm back.
If anyone asks where I've been, just say the Côte d'Azur.
Right, I forgot.
Say I've been in Europe Traveling and trying to figure out how to spend my half of $3 billion.
Got it? Okay, now I'm meeting a broker to look at apartments.
You know what to do Heavenly Father! Titus, what happened? Much like Icarus, a friend of mine who once put too much stuff in his closet, I put too much stuff in my closet.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, Jacqueline's gonna be staying with us for a few days.
You two have met before, right? Doorman at Barney's.
We buried a robot together.
I can't believe "clo-zay" is gone.
Well, do you really need all these clothes? I mean, when's the last time you wore red suspender shorts or puffy white gloves? Yes.
Mickey-Mousing hasn't been a thing in the community for quite some time.
So why don't you get rid of some of this stuff? Because each one of these pieces is a little piece of me.
Especially this pleather vest that melted onto me after I fell asleep at a beach.
Then give it to Goodwill.
When I was a kid, that's where I got my cool nurse shoes, and I was all, "Hi, I'm a nurse.
After our shift, let's go to the bar at the Ramada.
" The world would be a better place if everyone dressed more like me.
Speaking of which, is that my elf costume? Oh, no, I left mine in that river.
There's my ID.
What the hell are you doing here? Being in a stupid-face contest and coming in second.
Well, I'm here cleaning my room out to take stuff back to Connecticut.
Connecticut! Do you know what my life is like now because of you? I'm on a field hockey team.
I scored twice against Country Day, and it's all your fault! Are you seriously still mad at me? I did it for your own good, Xan.
Someday you'll thank me.
Yeah, when pigs fly.
Oh, my God.
I sound so lame now! And stupid.
Pigs fly all the time, Xan, or did you think prize pigs walk to international pig competitions? - This is not gonna be easy.
- I get it.
After all these years, I still haven't thrown away my late husband's clothes and not just 'cause I dress up in them to cash his disability checks.
I suppose I could part with this.
It's irrelevant now that Drew Carey's the host of the show.
Yeah.
And my bunion outgrew these limited-edition Air Jordache thigh-tops.
Oh, and these shants.
Oh, shorts that are as long as pants.
Bye, shants.
Good for you, Titus.
Good for mankind, Lillian.
Imagine a world where everyone shares my sense of fabulousness.
There'd be no more war, no more famine, no more stupid polo shirts where the horse is, like, the whole shirt! Oh, yay! Go, Titus! Hey, guys.
Remember me? I brought in those nut brownies that almost killed a couple kids? Cool, cool.
Owen R.
You must be Owen's nanny.
Whatevs.
I love you.
Oh, you're Kimmy, Buckley's nanny.
You smell like summer.
It's actually pre-fall, but you're sweet.
So where has Jacqueline been? We miss her.
Traveling in Yerp.
Euur-up.
Well, please tell her I would love to see her whenever she has time.
She would like that.
Oh, any chance she could do a playdate today? Owen has blimping until 3:00.
Would 3:30 work? Um checking calendar.
Let me see.
Aww Hmm.
Yes? Oh, then it's a date.
Buckley playdate, 3:30.
Owen playdate, 3:30.
I found the following on the web for "urine playmate, teen dirty.
" Siri, no! Now they filled in the sinkhole.
Where am I supposed to number two when I have a gentleman caller? Pardon me, do you have any more mannequins? My pieces will warrant a window display.
Mannequins? No, we don't have Hey! Sicko! Beat it! You got donations, just throw 'em on the pile.
All the better.
My clothes will be plucked from this hellhole like so many little orphans Annie.
Exactly.
Your clothes are special, like Annie.
The rest of this stuff, it's ugly.
No one wants it, like the other orphans, who eventually aged out of the system.
I'm so proud.
Well, my apartment search has been a disaster.
Everything is either too expensive or just horrible.
Look at this view.
If I can see New Jersey, that means it can see me.
Okay, so at pickup, I talked to Mrs.
Robespierre What? She was there? Her style how effortless was it on a scale from none to zero? Look, after school, I dropped Buckley off at Little League, even though he didn't have any equipment Because he's an owner.
He just watches the games from his luxury tree.
Okay, but later today, he has a playdate with Owen and Owen's mom.
Oh, Kimmy! I could just kiss you! But we shouldn't, right? Because I should go get dressed.
Maybe I've been overthinking this.
I mean, I haven't been gone that long, and I am the best to be around.
Listen to this laugh.
More rosé? I am fun, and I absolutely underestimated Deirdre.
What a sweetheart! She's so nice.
She remembered my name, and she said since you've been traveling, she'll come to you.
And where exactly do you expect her to go? Perhaps we should meet at the apartment that I don't have? Or did you expect her to come here? To this? I call it Kimmy's Klubhouse, with two "K" s.
That's why Deirdre wanted to have a playdate, to see how I'm living now.
Can't you just say we'll meet in the park? She'll see right through that.
People don't go to the park when they have their own backyards and terraces.
Unless you have something even better planned.
Like visiting a place where it's Christmas all year and you have to guess whether it's a man? It has to be something that requires access, connections, special treatment.
I went to a playdate once where the kids got to run the Greek economy.
We can beat that.
What are nine-year-old boys into? Koosh balls.
Pokémon.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Yes, the Mutant Ninja Turtles.
I can work with that.
Really? That one's still a thing? - Why? - Focus up, Kimmy.
I need you to run back to the town house Just practicing.
I knew there was more plan.
What's up? Heroes in a half shell Turtle power Whoever wrote that song deserves to be a billionaire! Oh.
What are you still doing here? Are you crying? No, this is the cool way to do your makeup now.
I know.
I subscribe to Teen Beat.
You're insane.
Look, I know change is hard Do you? This house has been the only constant in my life.
Every year, it's like, "Here's your new mom, your new school, your new nose" What? No.
Shut up! I actually had to leave my home when I was about your age.
Yeah? Well, I bet you hate the person who made you do it.
Guess what, Kimmy.
For me, that person's you.
But that makes me the Reverend.
I'm not the Reverend.
Oh, Kimmy.
Wonderful.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Oh, Kimmy, I also need you to call my hotel.
My suite is so big, I keep getting lost.
Have them send up a guide monkey.
Does Deirdre look impressed? Damn it, don't look.
- Does she? - I'm a good person, right? - Who cares? - I know I'm not perfect.
I sometimes look at magazine covers without paying for them, and I've made some kissing mistakes Hey.
Making out with John Mayer is just part of living in New York.
But I also help you all the time, and I don't step on cracks, even though I haven't seen my mother in years, and sending Xan to Connecticut was for her own good.
It doesn't make me the Reverend.
I think it's time for some Mutant Ninja Turtles to go an adventure! These costumes are just wonderful.
The tortoise shells were collected by Buckley's grandfather during a hunting trip to the Galápagos.
Oh.
We need to get through this, Schmidt.
You're not the Reverend, okay? Now get these kids underground, and don't let the police see you.
All right, Turtles! Let's go to your secret hideout in the sewer! Yeah! Okay, come on.
- Be safe.
- Bye.
She should not be able to do that.
Look, a rat! - Is it Master Splinter? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah! There's hundreds of them.
Ugh.
So how's the apartment hunt? Everything's too affordable.
I really like that new building that Rem Koolhaas and Michael Stipe designed.
The Rem Koolhaas R.
E.
M.
Cool House? Hmm? Oh, a Birkin bag.
It's the one that's made entirely out of famous Internet cats.
Oh, no, no, I know.
It's just, those came out last year.
This is exactly why I love you, Jacqueline.
You don't care what anybody thinks.
Oh, Deirdre.
I never can tell if you're trying to help me or destroy me! I honestly don't know! I have a degree in political science from Princeton, and all that wasted mental energy has to go somewhere.
I'll be in intimates.
Is this some sort of joke? Is this sticker a phone call from Crank Yankers? Is it? The culottes can also be used as pants for stuffed animals.
Hey, Titus, you got a D battery on you? I want to whip a Philadelphia snowball at those hipsters.
Millennials.
They'll appreciate me.
Millennia, this is perfect.
For our sketch show about ladies who work at Jennifer Convertibles! Unacceptable! You people don't know the meaning of the word "sensuali-Titus-travaganza!" That's it! Donation canceled! Pearls before swine! I should have known better.
You people don't deserve Titus! And I was wearing this when I came in.
Hey! Buddy, get out of here! This is why I never open myself up to the world.
I just get rejected like a crinkly dollar bill in a vending machine! Titus, no.
You're very smooth.
You're like a pudding man.
Good-bye, cruel world! I wish Bruce Willis had let that asteroid hit you! Hashtag spoiler alert! We killed Bebop the pig man and ate so much pizza! Well, this was so much fun.
I would say, "See you tonight," but lucky for you, you don't have a husband.
I just mean you don't have a husband who drags you to auctions every other night.
You know Reg and his art.
He and his sister have the world's largest collection of Greek incest pottery.
Well, let me come with you.
I'll keep you company.
Oh, that's so sweet, but it's just no fun when you can't bid.
I'm not sure I know what you mean.
Darling, can I tell you something? As a friend? I don't know.
Can you? I'm honestly not sure.
I have a 150 IQ, but I spent all morning picking out dog stationery.
Maybe I'm just tormenting you just to feel alive, but also there is a chance this is real empathy.
We may never know! Okay, friend, what is it? Some hateful rumor about my divorce? Oh, you are not as dumb as I say people say you are.
Look, I hate to dignify this, but there is a rumor that you only got $12 million from Julian.
Wow.
That is absurd.
I've never had 12 of anything.
$12 million.
I mean, would a dozenaire have a chauffeured Bentley? I don't think so.
Get in the car, kids.
Let's get in the car.
See you tonight, sweetie.
Excuse me.
Stay down.
Get to that bus.
What's a bus? I can't keep this up.
Titus! Titus, you'll never believe it! Go away, Lillian.
I've decided to live as a bed from now on.
But your clothes are gone! Somebody took 'em! - They did? - Yeah! Oh, that's Wait a minute.
Oh, Titus, you are not on Crank Yankers.
It's not a show anymore, and they would call you.
I just wish we could have met the chic sophisticate that was rummaging through a Dumpster on a hot weekday afternoon.
I'm just happy there's another Titus out there.
It's too bad we'll never know who he is.
He could have been my stunt double if I were ever to get cast in a movie that involves stairs.
Well, I'll see you back at the house.
I found some unshredded mail in there, so I'm gonna go open up a Kohl's card.
One of my Mickey-Mousing gloves.
Other Titus must have dropped it.
Teddy von Bearington's pants and/or my culottes.
My shants! Can I help you, pal? So sorry.
It's just that I threw away some clothes earlier, and then I Hansel-and-Gretel'd myself to your backless car thingy.
Hang on.
I know you.
I don't think so.
I am an enigma.
No, dude, you're the You're the first guy I ever hit on.
I'm Mikey? I came out to you.
Of course.
I remember your wrists.
Titus Andromedon.
You may know me from my attendance at such films as Must Love Dogs and the first 20 minutes of Interstellar.
Anyway, you dropped these.
Sorry.
I'm not exactly out out at work, you know? I got to put up a front.
Go to the strip club with the guys, airbrush a hot chick on the back of my truck.
Oh I get it.
Putting yourself out there is scary.
Right? And with the gay stuff, I don't know where to start.
Sometimes I snazz things up at work, like Like with this shirt, but then the guys start razzing me, like, "How's it going, Mr.
Shirt?" That kind of thing.
But when I saw your clothes in the Dumpster, I just Just thought they were real beautiful.
Thank you.
That's Thank you.
Well, goodbye forever.
Titus, wait.
Don't you think it's I don't know A sign, running into each other like this? Do we believe in signs, us homos? I can say that, right? It's America.
You can say anything except Jezebel.
Right, well, look, you already rejected me once, but you remind me of Carlos Delgado from the Mets, and that's just hot, and, uh, whatever.
You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.
- Right? - Mathematically, no.
But I do know what you're saying.
Okay.
So You want to go out sometime? Oh.
Yeah! This isn't gonna work.
I can't do it, and I'm not a quitter, Kimmy.
I watched Interstellar all the way to the end.
You can't keep doing this? Yes, me.
Is there anyone else here? I try to be a good person, but I don't feel good at all, and it's not just the sewer pizza.
Xan hates me, Owen got a rat bite, and all you're doing is lying About how much money you have, where you live, what monkeys do at hotels.
And how come? So you can go back to your dumb life you hated? What's the point? I don't know about Xan.
Did you see her? Did she get fat in Connecticut? But you're helping me do something really important and good.
'Splain it.
I came back to New York to help my family.
By turning into a Deirdre and making me fight a gutter pig? The Dutch bought Manhattan for $24 worth of beads.
Today it's worth a trillion, and I plan to make up the difference.
But who even has that much beads? Maybe Michael's Arts & Crafts.
Ask for Jan! Every year, men like Deirdre's husband donate billions to charity.
They support art museums, wiener disease research, super PACs that drive poor people to the circus on election day.
And you get free peanuts.
You know who Robin Hood is? Uh, yeah.
That Disney movie where Robin Hood's a fox? When you were little, did you think he was handsome? And then, like, your crotch gets a headache? Are you kidding? That voice and how he didn't wear pants? Well, I'm trying to be Robin Hood.
Take from the rich and give to the poor.
If I can get back into Deirdre's world, I can start a charity that will make up for 400 years of Dutch oppression, but I won't get a penny unless I'm taken seriously, and if I fail, I can't go back home.
You know, in the bunker, when a new girl showed up, there was one way she could get instant respect.
Go up to the toughest-looking girl there and punch her in the face.
What does the Reverend even see in her? It's like, talk American, right? Now you're all my bitches! Mm! Who the heck are you? I'm Gretchen.
I just got here.
After that, no one messes with you.
I don't know what the rich blonde lady version of a bunker punch is I do.
Kimmy, I need you to go back to the town house and get Julian's father's slave auction paddle.
Father? That's not long enough ago.
And, look, I know I've been making you run back and forth all day, but I can't go back to that house.
Too many terrible memories.
That's it! That's how I help Xan! Did you hear? She got fat in Connecticut.
You must have a lot of great memories in this house.
I don't get it.
I was putting Windex in your food, like, every day.
I bet each room in this house is special to you.
Obviously this one is.
It's funny, 'cause this is also where your tutor Charles and I would tongue out in secret.
Wait.
What? Oh, yeah.
We'd be all Oh, yeah! Gimme! Oh, yeah! Wh Why are you doing that? Ew! You must have a lot of great memories in here.
Breakfast on Christmas morning, hanging out with your friends, to say nothing of lunch! I did a lot of stuff here, too.
For example playing "Sexy Cat Burglar Avoiding Lasers.
" Rapping my cool Kimmy raps.
Xan's got a plan With her friend Jan in the tan van, man Aww, beatbox And look, a world of infinite Kimmys.
Please stop! Any good memories out here? No.
Cool, 'cause this is where I threw up baked beans and sewer pizza.
You what? When? Right now! Damn it, Kimmy, that's where I had my first kiss.
You're like an HGTV renovation team.
You come into someone's home and ruin it with your stupidity.
You ruined the house I grew up in.
I bet that makes it easier to leave.
Do you think you're helping me? You're heading for the door.
You're so weird.
In bed! Going once, going twice What are you doing? Using my $12 million to punch Deirdre in her white mouth.
Sold to the lady in the front row for $11 1/2 million.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't recognize you, Mrs.
Voorhee I mean Ms.
White.
She must have taken Julian for all he's worth, and now she's returned in full, like Alcibiades to Athens, and I have become her Eupolis.
Oh, I picked up Mookie's stationery.
- Good night, everybody! - Good night!