Spencer: Wait. For real? Olivia: Yes, yes!
I've been waiting to hear
your thoughts all Christmas.
Okay, well, first of all, the book is fire.
That line, "I planted that tree
so my family can enjoy the shade forever"?
Damn. Yeah, Coach Baker had bars.
That was my favorite quote from Chapter Three.
Oh, okay, look at you, remembering chapters.
Knowing that I'm gonna test you
right before I take full advantage
of the only person who's read my book.
You know you could have tested me
before I left, right? Olivia: What, and delay
your ritual? No. You always work out
alone the night before a game.
Yeah, and tomorrow's playoff game
is my biggest one yet.
Babe, you got this.
You know, tomorrow is also New Year's Eve.
I don't know what we're doing yet, but my mom said
if you kiss the person you love at midnight,
those good vibes'll carry through all year.
Okay, Ms. Grace for the win.
[Distant laughter]
My bad, baby. Let me call you back.
Okay.
Coach Mac, now that you've been named
interim coach for the second week in a row,
what's the latest on Kenny Boone?
Uh, as far as I know, he's still dealing
with a personal family matter.
- Any idea when he'll be back? - No comment.
Reporter #2: So, Jordan, how was your time
in New York as a Heisman finalist?
Well, the cold weather definitely hit different
out there... [Reporters chuckle]
and it would have been nice to bring that trophy home,
but the whole experience was a movie.
Any thoughts about taking your talents
all the way to the NFL? Jordan: My only focus
is about hitting the field with my guys tomorrow.
Mac: In a game that we're thankful to be playing.
A few weeks ago, we didn't think we had a chance,
but the football gods had other plans.
Reporter #1: Jordan, as Billy Baker's kid,
c'mon, you're telling us you haven't thought
about how cool it would be to be drafted
by your dad's old team and walk in his shoes?
Jordan: I mean--
Look, you heard the kid.
His only focus is tomorrow, and that's
what makes him a great leader and the alpha of this team.
Thank you for your time.
- Cool. - Thank you.
- All right. - Thanks, Jordan.
[Spencer exhales sharply] Jordan: Hey.
[Exhales] Yo.
Uh, listen, uh, sorry about that.
I--I--that was a last-minute interview.
I just assumed that they invited you, too.
Oh, nah, you all good, J.
I'm the one that got the boot for targeting.
Jordan: Hmm. Spencer: Hell,
I can't even play in the first half tomorrow.
If I was them, I wouldn't be
checking for me, either.
Well, well, well,
look who we have here.
Spencer 2.0 has officially entered the chat.
[Chuckles] I'm just happy you
finally getting the shine you deserve, my boy.
Yeah, it would be-- it would be
pretty great, you know, if I could just--
[sighs]--stop worrying about Layla.
Yeah, that break-in at her lounge was a major violation.
- Uh-huh. - Any word who did it?
No, nobody's talking, including Layla.
She promised me that she would reach out to a doctor
and--and get everything situated,
but, I mean, with the break-in and the investigation,
she's just been slammed, so...
[Sighs] I know how hard this is,
bruh, both from my own struggles and from having
a front-row seat to Layla's breakdown in high school.
But prioritizing our mental health should come
second to none. You know that, right?
No, yeah, I know, I know.
And the past few weeks, I have been--
I've been treading very, very carefully
with everything that's going on, but, Spence,
I am not sure how much longer I can sit idle.
Then don't.
[Distant players chattering]
[Distant crowd cheering]
[Abrupt silence]
[Gasps]
Uh...
Oh...
[Exhales]
- Hey... - Hi.
don't you have a game to get ready for?
Mm, I do. Hmm.
Yes, but I needed to drop off your ticket
and your pass for the VIP tent.
Wait, do people still use hard copies?
Well, our boosters do.
Uh, are you still rolling with Liv to the game?
- Uh, yeah, that's the plan. - Ah.
It's funny you mention plans, actually.
Is this about New Year's?
- No. - Mm-hmm?
But there is a resolution that I would love
to discuss with you.
Ah, this is about me, um, weaning off
my meds and following up with my doctor.
- I'm just checking in, babe. - Well, I'm fine.
- Mm-hmm? - And no, I haven't taken
the next steps yet, but when I know, you'll know.
Right now, I want to focus on who trashed my lounge.
Patience: Hey. Layla: Hey.
- Still nothing from the cops? - Apparently, somebody hacked
the security system and scrubbed the surveillance footage.
I'm gonna head to the police station,
but I'll see you at the game. Love you.
Jordan: Yeah. Love you. Layla: Bye.
Bye.
[Front door opens, closes]
Question. Good morning. Hi.
Was she like this the whole time I was in New York?
You mean, deep in her "Veronica Mars" bag,
trying to solve something she'll actually never solve? Yeah.
[Chuckles] Okay, well, maybe things
will change now that Ryan is back in town,
you know, so she won't have to deal with this alone.
I'll catch you guys later.
Coop: Bet. All right. Good luck at the game, bro.
Jordan: No doubt. Patience: Bye.
Is it weird that the footage
was scrubbed all of a sudden?
A little. Why?
What are you thinking?
That Miko might have done it.
- Come on-- - No, no, just hear me out.
All of Layla's bad press is because of me,
like I'm the one who froze up on stage opening night,
and then I was the center of that brawl
at Spencer's birthday, and now, Miko is trying
to find a way to blame me for this break-in.
What? Are you listening to yourself?
You don't see what I see, Coop.
Every time somebody posts about
why the stabbing was my fault, all of a sudden,
Miko is all up in the comments, "liking" it.
- Because she's a troll. - Yeah, well,
this troll keeps coming for me,
and I can't do anything about it.
Ms. Baker and I are working
with your legal team. Patience: Uh-huh.
All right? It's a process.
But we got you, okay? Trust me.
Olivia: So you're spending the first half
on the sidelines? Spencer: Yup.
I'm gonna stay near Coach Mac in case he needs me
for something. Olivia: Even after the way he
shaded you at the press conference last night?
Hey, you know, I got to play my part and be there
for my guys 'cause "when you give value to someone,
you'll be wealthy forever."
Did you just quote--
My favorite line from Chapter 5 of your book.
You got bars, girl. [Olivia chuckles]
Female singer: ♪ Where did we go wrong? ♪
♪ It's time to let it go ♪
Um, did you just cue your playlist to this moment?
'Cause it's kinda giving buzzkill.
It's from Charissa's "not okay" list.
That music and her tears have been on repeat
ever since she broke up with Greg.
Damn. How do you guys even cope?
Like--like dudes, yeah.
Minimal eye contact, very few words.
♪ ...touch ♪
♪ We had a real good love ♪
Olivia: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. She's a chef?
- According to that coat. - Yeah, it's more like
a crop-top. A little thirst-trappy but cute.
Spencer: Heh heh! Charissa: Ah!
Top of the morning. Spencer: Hey.
Hope you're hungry, 'cause I made breakfast.
Coconut pancakes with banana and crème fraîche.
Wow. Heh! This looks amazing.
Yeah, I didn't know you were a chef.
It was actually my first love,
and then Greg happened. And continued to happen.
We were supposed to spend New Year's Eve
at a pop-up event hosted by Chef Mo.
Wait... the Michelin-rated chef?
His tacos are the best.
You two should totally take my tickets.
- Um... - I'll send you the link.
I mean, I'm down to go after the game.
We both love tacos, and this way, we get
to check something off our bucket list:
"Embraces spontaneity."
Are you sure? I mean, if you win,
you're gonna want to celebrate with your team,
and you know, if you... [whispers "lose"]--
Hey, hey, hey, win or lose, the only place
I want to be at midnight
is eating those tacos
with you. [Olivia snickers]
Listen, there is nothing,
and I mean nothing that's getting in the way
of me celebrating New Year's with my girl, okay?
Okay.
Let's do it.
[Door closes] Damn. You're early.
Oh. I thought you were Patience for our session this morning.
Everything okay, man? Jordan: You tell me,
'cause first, you tell Layla to adjust her meds, and then--
and then the club gets trashed, and you leave her
to deal with the fallout for two weeks.
Hey, I offered to stay. She said she had it covered.
And for the record, I only made suggestions about her meds.
Layla did what she felt was best for her own clarity.
Okay, and who the hell are you
to make suggestions about her meds?
I was being a friend.
I was listening. Jordan: Hmm, you were
listening, and it never occurred to you
to maybe advise her to talk to a doctor?
It was a casual suggestion, Jordan.
I assumed she would. Jordan: Okay, casual, and that--
you see, that's your problem, Ryan. You just--you move
through life so casual, doing whatever you want
whenever you want with your millions, but there's
nothing casual about my fiancée's mental health.
You're mad because you're scared for the woman you love.
I get it, but using me as your punching bag
isn't gonna change what's going on with Layla.
You need to talk to her.
[Sighs]
You've barely touched your food, son.
Pre-game jitters?
Uh, yeah.
Grace: Wait. [Fork hits plate]
Is that syrup on your shirt?
Spencer Alonso James!
Did you double-book breakfast?
Dillon: Wow. The disrespect.
Did you at least bring home some leftovers?
Yes, yes, 3 containers' worth.
- Mm. - [Clears throat]
Oh, y'all meant to share?
Ha ha ha! Boy. Ha ha ha! [Phone vibrates]
Hello?
Yes, this is she. Wait. What?
Oh, my God! Yes!
That's amazing!
I'll let him know right now.
Thank you so much. Uh, talk soon.
[Sighs]
Dillon just got accepted
into Boston Benwood School of Arts.
Dillon: Are you serious? Grace, laughing: Yes!
Spencer: Yo! Yo! Grace: Aah!
Congratulations, D.! That school's, like,
elite elite, right? Dillon: Yeah, man!
One of the most prestigious in the country.
I mean, we put him on the wait list last year,
but I didn't think he would get accepted this fast.
They want you there by... next Monday.
That's fast. You ready?
Ready? Hell yeah, I'm--
[Quietly] Sorry.
I got to move stuff around at work, I can--
I can ask Preach to help cover some of my programs.
I'm going to need to be there at least a week with you
to help you get settled, Dillon. Dillon: Or I could go alone.
- That's very cute, but no. - Come on, Ma.
I fly by myself after seeing D'Angelo
in Oakland all the time. Spencer: This is different,
and 4 hours longer. Dillon: But I feel as though--
Dillon, no. I am not letting
my Black teenage son enroll in a school by himself
in a city he's never been to before, period.
[Knock on door]
Ashley. Hey, um, come in.
Ashley: Sorry. I know popping by unannounced
is becoming a, uh, bit of a habit? Heh!
Well, it's all good. I'm actually on my way
to Spencer's game, so maybe, I don't know,
all 3 of us could get some breakfast tomorrow?
I'll actually be shoving off to London
around that time. Olivia: Wait, but I feel like
you've only been here for, like, a--
Few weeks.
Right. Um... [Sighs]
I suck. Um, sorry.
It's just, with my book and, you know, the holidays,
like, life has just been lifin' at a rapid pace, and...
I'm sorry that I haven't been around more.
No worries. All right. Let's start fresh,
maybe rendezvous after the game?
I would love to sketch your portrait.
- My portrait? - Yeah, it's for an art walk
back home, and since you've been
the best part of me this past year,
I wanted to craft something for you,
my person.
Tsk. Right.
Um, as flattering as that is,
I just don't know if that's, um--
I really don't know if that's a good idea.
- It's a sketch, Liv. - Right. No, I know.
It's just, um,
your friendship meant everything to me
in London, Ashley, and I just think, you know, maybe
we got a little too close,
and there just needs to be some recalibration here.
Okay, but I still don't get what
that has to do with the sketch.
I think it's less about the sketch
and more about boundaries and space.
I'm sorry.
Male singer: ♪ Five, four, three, two, one ♪
♪ Let's go, we goin' live, yeah, we goin' live ♪
♪ Goin' live, hands in the air, hope you got 'em high ♪
♪ Get 'em high, we goin' big, it's a big night, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, I live a lit life, we about to get right ♪
♪ Yeah, I wanna see you get hype, yeah... ♪
[Crowd cheering and whistling]
♪ Get hype, I wanna see you get hype, yeah ♪
♪ Wanna see everybody out of control, let's get hype, yeah ♪
♪ You know my ritual, my red cup for pregame ♪
♪ Walk inside of the building, all the hands up ♪
♪ Let's get it, let's get it... ♪
Spencer: You good?
Uh, you hear from Liv or Layla yet?
No, but they'll be here. Come on.
♪ Let's start tearing off the roof, get hype, yeah ♪
Announcer: We're in the second quarter,
and the score's knotted, 0-0, between GAU
and Seattle Tech. It's been all defense,
as Heisman finalist Jordan Baker has struggled.
Spencer: Coach, think we shou-- Mac: Not now, Spencer.
All right, so it's 0-0.
Let's finish the half strong, all right?
Jordan: Yeah. Yeah. Mac: All right?
Jordan: 53, watch 53, here we go.
Let's go, J.
Wide 76!
[Crowd groans]
Ah!
[Sighs] Well, somebody is clearly missed.
Hey, blame Layla, not me.
Thought y'all were riding in together.
No, she sent a text. Something came up.
Wide 60. Set!
Ah!
[Sighs] Jordan is playing like trash.
Yeah, and I got an idea on how to unlock him,
but Mac ain't trying to hear it right now.
Well, so then make him.
I mean, you're still the captain, babe.
You just need to find a way to speak his language.
Jordan: Wide 60!
Wide 60! Set!
He dropped it. Fumble. Go, go, go, go!
[Crowd groans, whistles blowing]
Well, that's the half.
You know, I think it's time that we spin
some of that Spencer James magic.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- All right. - Yeah.
[Clears throat]
I've been wanting to do that all game.
Okay. Heh heh!
Mac: Gentlemen, what was that?
That was a terrible first half!
This is the playoffs! Come on! [Claps hands]
Now, we knew this game was gonna be hard, but I'mma need y'all
to handle hard better, and that starts with you, Baker.
You're the one steering this thing.
Time to step into the moment.
Spencer: Coach, can I run something by you?
Only if you want to share with the class.
[Sighs]
Their strong-side backer is a problem.
He been firing off the edge all damn game.
Now, based on the analytics, I suggest
we run the naked boot with Jordan.
All right. I'll keep that in mind.
Spencer: Y'all want to win this thing or what?
Let's go. Come on. Get up.
Go ahead, boy. Yo, you good? Something you wanna talk about?
- No, not the time or the place. - You sure?
- Spence, let's get this win. - All right.
Announcer: GAU is looking for a spark,
now that Spencer James is back in the game.
Jordan: 150! 5, 2, set!
Female singer: ♪ Like an animal ♪
♪ Whoo! ♪
♪ Ha! ♪
♪ Like an animal ♪
♪ Whoo ♪
Jordan: Yep, yep, yep.
[Whistle blows] Mac: There we go!
Sylvia Anderson: Touchdown, Jordan Baker.
[Chuckling] Hey! Let's go, GAU!
Sylvia: Wow, that was some block by Spencer James...
[Text notification chime] bringing Baker to the end zone.
He decleated that poor kid.
These two are really something else.
Such a treat to watch.
Spencer was clearly the missing piece in the first half.
Uh...
you do know it's New Year's Eve, right?
Uh, yeah, I was just doing a final pass
on this grant for the after-school program.
You're doing that while listening
to Spencer's game on the radio?
How old are you again?
[Turns off radio] I'm, uh, old enough
to still be crushing on Sylvia Anderson,
the voice of GAU sports.
Sylvia's book pushed me to drop 30 pounds
and step my game up, just like
Jordan and Spencer are doing right now--
Ah! Pfft! No spoilers. I'm recording it. Heh!
Well, shouldn't you be there?
This is your son's first playoff game.
Ah, I can't. I have to get a laptop
and some clothes for my other son.
Dillon got accepted into a art school back in Boston.
[Chuckling] Yo! That's wassup!
- Yeah. - I mean, that's not wassup?
That little boy asked me if he could fly there by himself,
which is actually why I'm here.
Can you get someone to cover me next week?
Yeah, for sure, but hear me out.
Dillon wanting to do this on his own is
a testament to a great job you've done of raising him.
Hmm. Thank you, Preach.
It's just, he's 15.
He's not ready to do this on his own.
Is Dillon not ready, or is it that you're not ready?
Asher: So I'm in my high-school uniform,
ready for the game, but right as I step out
into the tunnel, I realize that I forgot my cleats.
But when I turn around to the locker room, dude,
everything just went black and-- Jabari: Mm.
What is that? Why--why the "mm"?
Do you know something? Jabari: It's possible.
You know, dream interpretation is kinda my thing.
- Wait. For real? - No, fool.
It's probably just anxiety.
Yeah... I mean, we do have
our playoff game later today.
Or maybe it's because of my heart. I don't know.
You're still seeing that specialist
your doctor recommended? Asher: Yeah, I saw him
last week in San Francisco and said that
my heart is the strongest it's been in 3 years.
- What? - Look, he even gave me the okay
to ramp up my work with you guys, so I'm thinking,
like, one-on-one drills on the field later?
- You run that by Coach Montes? - No, but I--I will.
Shoot. If it's okay with your girl,
who's the finest, yet scariest chick I know,
I'm sure Coach'll rock with you.
Asher: Yeah. Jordan: Down, set!
Player: Let's go do it. Jordan: Wide 60!
Male singer: ♪ Now I'm seeing red ♪
- Wide 60, set! - ♪ I be making moves ♪
♪ I ain't making friends, and I ain't waiting till I'm dead ♪
♪ I need my flowers right now ♪
[Crowd cheering]
Announcer: Touchdown, Spencer James.
Our beloved Condors are in firm control,
up 21-3 with less than 4 minutes to go in the game.
[Team cheering]
Male singer: ♪ Yeah, yeah, we just getting started, hey ♪
♪ Okay, we just getting started, hey ♪
Mac: Okay, gentlemen, okay. Let's go!
All right, all right. That was one hell of a win, guys.
But there is only one game ball going out today,
to the man who put the team before himself
and called the play that gave us the juice we needed to win.
Give it up for your team captain,
Spencer James. [Team clamoring]
Yup! Speech, speech, speech, speech!
All right. Okay, real quick,
salute to every man in here, man.
Y'all did y'all thing out there, okay?
And guess what? We going to the Natty, baby.
[Team clamoring]
Hey, babe, you, uh, you--you good?
Hey! Yeah, totally.
[Chuckling] Congratulations.
Um, sorry I missed the game. I just got, uh,
caught up at the police station, so...
So long that you came back here and decided
to put a hole in the wall? Layla: Yeah, about that, I'm--
Actually, it doesn't matter,
it doesn't matter. Um, I just want to know
what's really going on. Layla: About?
Well, I mean, you told me that you would make a plan
with your doctor, but every single time I bring it up,
you just--you deflect. Layla: Well, me working
on repairing my lounge isn't a deflection, Jordan,
and I told you this morning that I'd handle it.
Just like you told me at the cabin, and you haven't.
Just like you told me that you would support me,
no matter what. Jordan: And you told me that--
that you felt safe telling me the truth, so which--
Um, I'm sorry.
I didn't come here to fight. I came here to be supportive.
Have you thought about going back to therapy or--
If therapy was the answer, Jordan,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Okay, but you were younger then, right? So maybe--
That's not how it works, Jordan.
Well, then, how exactly does it work, Lay--
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, babe.
I'm just--I'm-- I'm at a loss here, okay?
'Cause I don't understand. I don't, and--and you said
that you wanted to feel better-- Layla: Of course I do, Jordan.
Well, then help me help you, okay?
Because I'm not leaving here until we carve out a plan
right now. Layla: Really? Jordan,
you know me and ultimatums don't go well together.
- This is not an ultimatum. - Yeah, you're right.
It's a trigger, and that is the last thing
I need right now, so if you'll excuse me, I have
more holes to go put in my wall. Jordan: No, no,
you're not put-- [Sighs]
[Overlapping chatter]
Olivia: Hey. Spencer: Hey, baby.
- Congratulations. Heh! - Thank you, thank you.
Homeboy is looking real comfortable
in Coach Kenny's office.
Is there any word on when Coach Kenny's coming back?
His nephew's having problems back home, so he
flew back to be there for his sister.
It sounded serious, so we're just giving him his space,
but for his sake, I hope he back soon.
Kai: Hey, Spence. Spencer: What's good, bro?
Kai: What's up, Liv? Olivia: Hey.
So what we doing tonight? We celebrating? What's up?
Nothing. We're not celebrating. The job's not finished.
Oh, take it easy, Belichick.
We can celebrate for 24 hours.
It's New Year's Eve, and we going to the Natty, bruh.
Be that as it may, I got plans with my girl.
We getting tacos, okay? Kai: Tacos?
Spence, I love tacos.
Spencer: Okay. Kai: The whole team loves tacos.
- You gonna get us all tacos? - No.
What a good captain. Spencer: Hey.
Hey, y'all, Spence is getting us tacos!
Spencer: Hey! Hey! [Team clamoring]
No! I didn't say all that.
You lost your damn mind? No! No!
I think what Spencer meant to say was
taco party at his beach house.
Kai: Tacos! Team: Hey!
[Clapping]
I thought we had plans.
We do, but I just-- I don't know.
I'm just considering everything
that GAU has been through
the past two years. Think this is
a moment that needs to be celebrated.
Okay, okay, you know what?
Now that you put it like that, it does
remind me of this line in this dope-ass book
I read: "Never underestimate
"the importance of a moment because there's a chance
that moment might become a memory."
- That's Chapter 9. - Yes, it is.
You know, you're really showing off, and...
I kinda like it. Spencer: Yeah. Ha ha ha!
And listen, listen, just because this party is at my crib...
- Uh-huh? - we're not staying long, okay?
We still got to make time to make
our own New Year's memory, just us.
- Okay. - All right.
- Tacos. - Shut up.
[Both chuckle]
Wade: Ho ho ho. There he is.
Look who got cleared for more drills.
Asher: Yeah, Montes just signed off. Only half speed, though.
Jabari: Man, you lucky I didn't go against you back
in your day, Coach. Asher: My day?
Bro, I'm, like, a year older than you.
What are you saying? And for the record, Jabari,
I would have cooked you. Jabari: What?
Wade: Damn, Jabari. Sounds like Asher wants the smoke.
I want all the smoke. Jabari: Oh, man!
Oh, let's give him all the smoke.
- Let's get it. - Let's give him the smoke.
Asher: Hey, I want all of it. Jabari: I'm gonna clamp you
at half-speed. Or should I just crawl?
Asher: Hey, helmet, helmet. Jabari: We got
some crutches for him? Wade: Nah, nah,
we got a bubble, though.
- I been waiting for this. - I hope they really cleared you.
Asher: Uh-huh. Wade: Go!
Go!
Hoo hoo hoo!
Oh, Jabari! Jabari: Hey, nah!
Let's run that back! Asher, laughing: Jabari!
What happened, bro? Jabari: Run it back!
Man that was luck! Wade: I don't think so.
No, I don't think it was luck.
Baby, hey.
How long have you and AJ been standing there?
Long enough to see you're doing something
you're not supposed to be doing.
Jaymee.
Olivia: I come bearing gifts. Layla: Mm, tacos?
- And spackle. - I take it Jordan called.
Yeah. So what's your-- what's your plan there?
I started opening up the wall
to, um, to see if we could add another room,
and then I realized I am not capable of making that happen.
Y'know, in a strange but serendipitous way,
the break-in has me thinking about expansion.
- Mm. - I kept the essence
of Slauson Café when we opened, but I also
took away a space that operated during the day,
and... maybe that's why none of the locals
have stepped up to help with the investigation.
Layla, please don't let the break-in do that to you.
You have employees from this community, you give
back to this community, they love you. But I do
think it's smart to keep thinking of ways to expand.
But in Jordan's eyes, I am using this time
as a deflection. [Olivia sighs]
Tsk. Look, I know Jordan can be a lot,
but he loves you
and he's worried about you,
and considering how he found out about the meds
in the first place, I mean, can you blame him?
Guess not.
I just don't want to make the wrong decision,
and I feel like I'm being pressured
into finding some miracle path.
I just want to make sure the plan
I choose is right for me.
Did you use those exact words to tell him that?
Coop: Hey. Patience: Hey.
Is it true you pulled up on Preach?
Great. So now everyone's tattling on me?
No, baby, everybody's worried about you.
Come on. Miko is not worth your sanity.
Do not feed into her games.
Miko is lying on my name, Coop,
and you know where we come from,
your name is everything.
So, yeah, we need to see her.
No. We can't do that.
Are you serious?
After all the times I've had your back?
Me telling you to chill is having your back.
Nah.
Nah, it is just your way of saying you forgot
where you came from, okay?
[Door closes]
[Drawer slides open, beep]
[Line rings]
[Phone vibrates]
- Hey, Coop. - Hey, uh, ever since
the break-in, have you--you been taking your gun with you?
No, my gun's in the safe. Why?
That's the problem.
It's not.
[Fist pounds window]
[Patience sighs, knock on window]
Unlock the damn door.
[Sighs] Wow.
[Unlocks door] What? What?
Oh, so this was-- this was your plan?!
Wait outside Miko's house with a gun?!
Patience: Yup. Coop: And what, wait
for her to pop out?! Yo, did you even check
for cameras or the police?! Preach: Coop, back seat.
What? Why?
Look, if you keep yelling, we all gon' get scooped up.
Now, back seat!
Preach: So let's just say Miko pops out.
What exactly were you gonna do?
I was gonna tell her stop lying and keep
my damn name out her mouth, and if she didn't, then--
- What, put hands on her? - Yup, probably.
That's unprovoked, in front of her house.
That's aggravated assault.
How much time you think she gon' get for that, Coop?
About 4 years, but if it's premeditated,
which it is, they could tack on more time for that.
- And don't forget about the gun. - Another 6 months, maximum.
So, what, 5 years?
You ready to do a stretch for that long?
See, here's the thing.
Life is built on perception and reality.
Perception's a hell of a drug.
It's the reason you out here stalking Miko and the reason
she tricked you into becoming her.
But here's the reality,
she's the one that stabbed you.
And not only do you have the scars to prove it
and all types of receipts, but you got Coop
and the ex-DA rockin' with you.
And from my experience with both of them,
you good.
Just stay out the way
and trust the process.
Paul Russell: ♪ Girl, you my lil' boo thang ♪
♪ So I don't give a hoot what your dude say ♪
♪ Girl, I know you a lil' too tame ♪
♪ I'll be shootin' that shot like 2K... ♪
Hey. No.
- No? - Nope, absolutely not.
- They're cute. - I talked to Coop,
and Patience is doing good. Olivia: Oh, my God, thank God.
Have you had a chance to eat your tacos yet?
No. [Chuckles] No. You?
No. I'm saving them for our date later.
I'm down to make later a lot sooner if you are.
- Yes, please. - All right, let's go.
Jordan: Yo, yo, yo, hey, hey, hey.
- Ah! - Did you guys hear? Coastal won.
- Hey. - That's amazing.
We're playing against Ash, our guy,
in a national championship. I mean,
how crazy is that? Olivia: Yeah, yeah.
It's the craziest, man, yeah.
You know what else is crazy is that we are
playing in the national championship
on the biggest stage of the season
against our rivals, but none of it matters.
None of it matters until my fiancée is whole.
Olivia: Have you spoken to her? Jordan: Since earlier? No.
No, my words were a little too triggering,
so I am all talked out. Spencer: Okay, my two cents?
Layla has been running this race since high school.
Okay, she's done therapy, she's tried meds.
She's probably just burned out, bro.
Olivia: But, you know, maybe do some research.
You know, put together a few options of some things
that, you know, she hasn't tried yet.
Could go a long way. Spencer: But it's got
to be her choice, okay? Jordan: Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, mm, yes. Spencer: Good luck.
Jordan, chuckling: Yeah.
- Now? - Yeah.
[Phone vibrates]
Um...
Sorry. I'll be right back. Spencer: You good?
One second.
These tacos go crazy, bro.
- Wipe your mouth. - Oh, sorry.
Bro, I really need your help, Spence.
You've gotta convince Mom that I
can go to my new school by myself.
Look, the counselor'll pick me up from the airport,
and the senior guide'll get me set up in my room, so--
It ain't just about that, D.
You know how sentimental Mom gets.
Celebrating firsts is a big thing in our house.
[Sighs] Yeah,
I guess it is a new school
and my first time in Boston. Spencer: Exactly.
Look, this is moving really, really fast for Mom,
and the only way to slow that down is to share the experience.
And it goes both ways, because I promise you,
no matter how lit this new school is,
there's gonna be some lonely days, and, unlike me,
you are not a ten-minute drive away.
And yes, I know you'll find a way to keep in contact,
but... nothing beats that one-on-one time in person.
Okay?
Have a look.
So get it in.
I know you told me not to,
but I couldn't resist.
Olivia: Um...
Spencer: You good, baby? Ashley: Yeah, she's just look--
I was talking to my girl.
Olivia: I'm fine.
- You don't seem fine. - Oh, look,
we just need a moment, man--
- Say something else to me, bro. - Okay, Spencer,
please, please let me handle this.
Jaymee, are you seriously gonna keep--
Jaymee: Ash, please, not now. Jordan: Hey.
Everything okay, you two?
Also, where is my favorite nephew? Is he--
AJ's with my sister, and...
no, we are not okay.
You want to tell everyone
what you've been doing behind our backs?
- Baby. - He's trying to kill himself.
Spencer: Whoa, uh, obviously there's been
some kind of misunderstanding. Asher: Guys, I was just trying
to play football. Jaymee: Full speed.
You have a heart condition and you were
playing football full speed.
You have a son to think about. Asher: Yeah, a son
that I am thinking about. [Jaymee scoffs]
Baby, I'm proof that AJ shouldn't give up
on his dreams. Jaymee: Oh, by being reckless?
I'm not being reckless, Jaymee.
Dr. Pine cleared me.
Wait... Dr. Pine?
I thought Dr. Ladage was your cardiologist.
She recommended Dr. Pine because he
specializes in athletes with cardiomyopathy.
He's also based in San Francisco.
I've been seeing him for the past two months.
Dillon: Ooh. Spencer: Okay, come on, guys.
Come on, y'all. Let's give 'em some space.
Spencer: Hey, come on.
Jaymee, crying: Uh, so all those times
that you claimed to be up north recruiting,
you were secretly visiting a heart doctor,
and you didn't think to loop me in at all?
I was gonna tell you tonight, baby, I swear.
The only reason that I kept it a secret was because
I wanted to make sure my heart was good, and it--
it is. This is the first time
in a long time that I've felt like me again.
But, you know, as someone who's been battling an illness
for most of her life, I know that there are still risks,
unless your "side doctor" felt otherwise.
The chances of me going into cardiac arrest
are significantly lower...
but, yes, there are still risks.
Of course there are, but as long as you
feel like you again, that's all that matters, right?
You know, but the rest of us
can't be so careless with our health.
I call it "The Season of Olivia."
My photo library's the real hero--
endless pics of you and I.
This is--this is bold.
I mean, Spencer is literally right there.
Yeah, I figured he wouldn't mind.
Or you were hoping that he would.
I mean, you could have left this at my place, and instead,
you chose to bring it to Spencer's house.
I wanted to see you in person, and this was the best way.
No, you were in your feelings
because I turned you down earlier, and so
you drew this to put pressure on me
and hopefully create drama with Spencer,
which is a little surprising, considering our friendship.
So what's really going on, Ashley?
'Cause I thought that we were friends.
Yeah, we were...
until I realized I wanted more.
And when was that?
Honestly, the feelings
have probably been there this whole time, but I
didn't really let myself acknowledge them
until you left this summer.
Suddenly, it was less calls,
less texts... it was less you.
Relationships are fleeting, Olivia.
And I know that time doesn't wait for anybody,
but occasionally it slows down long enough
for you to feel something rare and intentional.
That was me and you in London.
- As friends. - What makes you so sure?
Because time slowed down the moment Spencer and I met.
And no matter the distance and no matter the setbacks,
it has remained the same speed ever since.
And I'm sorry for ever making you feel any different.
Safe travels back to London, Ashley.
Male singer: ♪ Yeah, we just gettin' started, hey, okay ♪
♪ We can getting' started, hey, yeah-- ♪
[Spencer sighs]
[Line ringing]
[Sighs]
Recording: This is Kenny. Leave a message.
Hey, Coach.
What's up, man? I'm just checking in on you.
Hope the family's good.
Listen, gimme a shout when you get a chance
'cause... I got to get you up to speed on some things.
Okay.
Is that Liv?
Seen her on the back patio talking to that dude.
No, me and Liv are good.
She handled what she needed to handle.
[Door opens]
Spencer: Hey, Mom. Grace: Oh, good, y'all here.
Congrats on the game, son. Spencer: Thank you.
And I got some stuff you need to try on, Dillon.
But before you do,
I just wanna say I know that you're not a baby anymore.
But... I'll always be your baby.
So, in the spirit of firsts,
I'd really love it if you went to Boston with me.
Tsk. Of course, son.
And in the spirit of embracing your growth...
I'm only gonna stay for one day... not a whole week.
Cool. So I guess, uh,
we just need to start getting all my stuff organized.
"We"? Please.
It is New Year's Eve, and D'Angelo is landing soon.
Mama will be off for the next 24 hours.
You and your brother got this. Spencer: Actually, me and Liv
got plans, too, but you got it, right?
Oh, wow, y'all cold.
[All chuckle]
I am...
so proud of you two.
My boys have officially made it.
No.
No, we all made it, Mom.
Come here.
Grace: Mm!
[Door opens and closes]
Yo, heard you needed a lift.
It's New Year's Eve.
Shouldn't you be out celebrating?
No, I'm not celebrating till we win the championship.
Smart man.
Um, real quick.
You ever had this dream where you're all dressed up
for a game, and you're ready to go out--
And you forget your cleats.
- Yes. - Man, that happened all
the time, especially when I stepped away
from football after the GAU drama.
It just means you're missing the game,
but, dude, now that you're more involved
with us, you're not gonna miss anything.
Look, I just got to make things right with Jaymee first,
and if I have to choose between her
or the game, that's a no-brainer.
Coop: Yo, you seen this?
Look. [Patience gasps]
They found the person that vandalized Layla's?
Yup, same lady that wanted to turn
Slauson Café into a hot yoga spot.
Apparently, she was still salty
after losing out to Layla.
So there's that. Patience: Oh, my God.
Look at the comments. Ha ha! [Coop sighs]
They're calling her "Hot Yoga Hannah."
Yo, "Break-In Becky" was my favorite.
Ha ha! Wow.
Well, I am so glad this is over for Layla.
Now we just got to put Miko away.
Yeah.
The right way.
You know, I am willing to do whatever.
I'll even take the stand.
Yeah?
Mm-hmm.
Okay. Let's get you ready, then.
[Patience chuckles] Coop: Mm.
Here we go. Patience: Okay.
Pour it up!
Jaymee: Little guy put up a good fight,
but will not make it to the New Year.
Well, there's still time. I can--
[Chuckling] No, you better not, please.
Please. Hmm. [Asher sighs]
Thank you for choosing us.
Thank you for choosing me.
Jordan: Hi.
[Sighs]
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for--for pushing you so hard.
I just want what's best for you
because your best is my best.
Now, that being said, um, I researched
different... treatment options
to look at whenever-- whenever you're ready.
[Chuckles] Jordan, really?
Yeah, yeah, I--it's a wide range of things,
from--[sighs]--therapy
to different types of exercises.
Look, whatever speaks to you.
It's totally your call.
Our call.
Sorry I keep forgetting that. Jordan: Yeah.
Cautious Clay: ♪ I need another half like I need you ♪
♪ Not too many sober nights, I'm wound up tight... ♪
Look at that, just us
becoming one with the art. [Olivia chuckles]
Another one of Charissa's hookups.
Wow.
So, listen, don't be mad,
but I gave our tacos to Dillon,
since he's now a starving art student.
His words, not mine, but--but--but
I think my pivot is better. [Olivia chuckles]
[Unzips cooler] Boom.
Charissa's coconut pancakes.
Yes. Hot or cold, I'll take those over any damn taco.
[Chuckles]
[Sighs]
You hear that?
It's the sound of us, alone, finally.
It's about damn time we got our shot at happiness.
Mm, mm, mm. Chapter 13 of the book.
- Ha ha ha! - Now, remind me,
what genius said that again? Olivia: Tsk. You did.
I--I--yeah, yeah, I thought so, thought so.
And on the night this thing of ours
officially became official.
Yeah.
♪ The affection was fleeting ♪
♪ Just a feeling we chased... ♪
Happy New Year, Spencer James.
Happy New Year, Olivia Baker.
♪ 'Nother half with you ♪
♪ I need another half, 'nother half ♪
♪ 'Nother half with you ♪
♪ Just took another half, 'nother half... ♪
Cheers.
♪ It's just a feeling we chase ♪
Greg, move your head!