"Previously on "Casual"..." " Hey." "So, um, I talked to Dad." " Mm-hmm." "And he said he'd pay for half of my tattoo removal if you paid for the other half." "Really?" "I just think that's something that you should have talked to me about first." "Why would you lie to me about the tattoo?" "Because I'm a teenager." "If you want it removed, you can earn the money yourself." "All of it." "Fine." "What am I supposed to do with this?" "Whatever you want." "It's your dad." "Let's do a night out in Burbank." "This is where we came from." "This is the land of our roots, so let's see it one last time and spread his ashes and be free." "Dad, you were less than perfect, but you were there." "I don't hate you, and I hope you find your peace." "It was unkind, what you did to Valerie." "I don't know if you're lonely." "I assume you must be." "But telling her about some secret father isn't gonna bring her back to you." "Not just a father." "A brother too." "A half brother just like you." "What is normal, anyway?" "Right?" "Whose standard are we using?" "I feel normal." "Normal enough." "I mean, 60 years ago, we gave "abnormal" people shock therapy, and now we hold parades with them." "Wonderful, colorful parades full of happiness and joy, and who's to say some day they won't throw a parade for me?" "Do you want a parade?" "Of course not." "Nobody would show up." "I'm just saying, it's a continuum." "It's a sliding scale." "And you're happy with where you're at on that scale." "Yeah, I feel good." "I mean, that's not to say that I'm fixed." "That would imply that I was broken, and I'm definitely not broken." "I just feel ready." "You're ready." "Yeah, to move forward." "To move on." "To... move forward." "To move on?" "To move on." "To move forward." "Right." "Um, okay." "You just killed your father." "You found out that your sister's your half sister and that she has another half brother." "Mm, yeah, I'm not sure how I feel about using the word "kill."" "It's more like I was death's assistant, hmm?" "His right-hand man." "Look, I'm fine." "I've got a pitch lined up." "Leon and I are getting ribs later." "I feel good." "I feel really, really good." "Okay." "Well, if you change your mind, door's always open." "Hey, maybe you and I should get ribs sometime." "I'll bill you for our sessions." "Cool." "Yes, no, I hear you, and I'm coming in right now, Lacey, and we can talk all about it, okay?" "It's open." "No, that wasn't to you." "Uh, but I'll be there soon, okay?" "Bye." "Oh, Leon, you're a lifesaver." "You're an absolute fucking lifesaver." "Okay, watch your head." "The movers are gonna be here between 10:00 and 12:00, but who knows?" "They also said I'd have a table two weeks ago." "Are you sure this is okay?" "Y-yes." "No, you're doing me a favor." "They're doing construction outside my apartment." "Oh, that's great." "Okay, good." "You're welcome." "I..." "I think the table's gonna really bring the room together, don't you?" "I mean, I'm using this, um, sustainably harvested wood, all reclaimed." "I'm not entirely sure what it means, but... it feels good to help." "That sounds lovely." "Um, maybe you could text me some photos when it's in?" "I'll be sure to." "A couple perspectives." "Maybe three." "You don't have to go out to the patio." "Uh, is, um, Laura around?" "Actually, no." " She's at work." " Oh." "All right, have the best time." "Thank you, Leon." "Yeah, no worries." "Bye." "Each week, we'll meet here, and you'll be driven to high foot traffic locations." "Home Depots are popular." "Best Buy." "I'm a Ralphs guy myself." "Shifts are eight hours, and you'll be given one or two different ballot initiatives." "Big Sooners fan?" "What?" "Was there a question?" "Uh, yeah." "Um, compensation-wise, what are we looking at?" "You know, 'cause the Craigslist ad said up to two grand a week." "That's certainly possible." "All right, 'cause I..." "I have a monetary goal that I'm kind of working toward." "It's, uh, 65 a signature." "Dollars?" "Cents." "These are ballot props, not credit card applications." "Did it come?" "No, not yet." "Ugh, delivery people are the worst." " Just the snooty ones." " Well, true." "The family-run ones with the illegal immigrants who are just trying to make a life for themselves but are too afraid to step out in public for fear of deportation are great." "My brother-in-law was a delivery guy, and he used to just pee on the floor for no reason." "That's, uh..." " That's awful." " Yeah, it was." "But he was just a raging alcoholic whose liver basically exploded at a Cracker Barrel." " Jesus." " I know." "Cracker Barrels are also the worst." "Where are Tom and Lacey?" "Oh, they're running late." "It's like "The Hunger Games" out there." "Only no one looks like Liam Hemsworth." "Maybe Luke Hemsworth." "There's no such thing as a "Luke Hemsworth."" "I mean, what happened to all the jobs that were promised to my generation?" "That's the generation before yours." "The only thing you get is blame for national apathy." "Ugh." "Hey, if you're really that desperate, donate your body to medical research." "I guess I could sell my eggs." "They're fresh as they'll ever be." "I'm telling you, those studies kept me afloat before Snooger." "Here, I found this in literally eight seconds." ""Wanted, sexually active teens between 15 and 19."" "$1,500 a pop." "Shit, really?" "Yep." "Come on, I'll drive you." "Least I can do for your generation." "I mean, it's obvious." "It's not obvious, because it's not true." "He got a Samsung." "Who gets a Samsung?" "61 million people in the U. S., to be exact." "He's only doing this so none of our technology syncs, and his pervy little messages don't pop up on my iPad." "I simply prefer the Android operating system." "To cheat with." "The phone is customizable, it's waterproof, and I can use whatever apps I want." "They explode in your fucking hands." " That's an urban myth." " Okay, take it on a plane." "You'll end up on a terrorist watch list." "That's a completely different model." "It..." "Will you please tell her that I didn't cheat?" " Lacey..." " Wait." "Are you taking his side?" "Um, I..." "I haven't..." "I haven't said anything yet." "Okay, can I just say one thing that I realized in the middle of cardio barre about how seriously fucked up and pathological this whole situation is?" "Uh, yeah." "Of course." "Go ahead." "Now I fucking forgot." "It's 100% "La Kwaw."" "Everyone at Boingo said "La Croy."" "Like, everybody." "Okay, it means "the cross" in French, so we should pronounce it the way the French intended." "Uh, except this is America, and it's an American company." "Irrelevant." "Can I help you?" "Yeah, Alex Cole." "Here to see Brent and Ryan." "I live in "Los Feeliz."" "We don't pronounce it "Los Feleez."" "Right, 'cause we're racist against Mexicans and trying to subvert their language." "Sorry, who are you here to see again?" "Brent and Ryan." "Well, that's ridiculous." "What about St. Croix?" "We don't pronounce it "St. Kwaw."" " Excuse me." " You can just take a seat." "Uh, can I get you some water?" "Maybe a "La Kwaw"?" "We've got lemon, lime, pamplemousse..." "I'm fine." "First time, huh?" "That obvious?" "My 11th." "Wow." "A real lab rat." "They'll pay you for all kinds of shit here." "My favorite ones usually involve weed or porn, but they pay the least." "Oh, s... so it's not, like, a flat rate?" "It varies." "There's a pelvic organ prolapse one that pays $2,500, but I think your vagina would have to be pretty much falling out." "Is your vagina falling out?" "No." "You couldn't do that one, then." "So how about we use the rest of the time to focus on how we're gonna move forward?" "Easy." "He's getting an iPhone." "I already had an iPhone." "It's too hard to type." "Um, I meant on an emotional level, by reestablishing boundaries and trust." "Also, I hate it on principal." "You know?" "Have you seen the 7S?" "Uh... no." "It's the wireless headphones." "They're a picture-perfect example of corporate greed." "And there's an environmental issue too." "We are creating mountains of electronic waste." "You don't even recycle." "Who doesn't recycle?" "You know, I think that the iPhone is a Band-Aid for a larger trust issue." "Tom, you've cheated on Lacey in the past." "And, Lacey, you've become so sensitive to any perceived transgression, and yet you're still together, and you have been for a while." "How many years has it been?" "Four." "Right." "So maybe by trusting him, you allow him to be the partner that he wants to be." "Get a 6 or a fucking 5S." "I don't care, but you're getting an iPhone." "People lie in their profiles about everything." "Age, weight, how much they drink." "Where they don't lie is in their actions." "So why not make an algorithm that utilizes and quantifies every action you take?" "What you order on Amazon, what you listen to on Spotify, where you Postmates from, what porn you look at." "With MetaDater, you get a dating app that curates true compatibility." "To love someone, you have to know them." "And that means looking beyond the persona they adopt in public." "It means getting hard data on who they are and how they act in private." "This is really cool." "Yeah, really impressive." "Doesn't Tinder already do this," " by liking with Spotify?" " Oh." "Yes, but we'd be using a whole range of music apps:" "iTunes, Tidal, SoundCloud," "Pandora, Shazam." "Mm-hmm." "And what about The League?" "Is that the one Amanda helped fund?" "It syncs with your LinkedIn." "I heard they were doing an Amazon thing too." "I love her." "She's so great." "Oh, I love her too." "She lost all that weight, right?" " She did?" " Yeah, yeah." "In, like, four months." "She was doing two days at the gym." " She didn't eat a single carb." " A different person." " Changed her life." " Oh, man." " Um, Alex." " Yes." " Mm-hmm?" " Thanks for coming in, man." "Yeah, we'll let you know, but that was really great." " So well-told." " Mm-hmm." "$19.50." "I wasn't even an hour." "You need validation." " There's a huge difference." " There is not." "Pellegrino gets all the hype, but at this point, it's just trading in on its name." "Hey, I need validation." "Is that possible?" "You are a talented guy, and I'm sure you'll have plenty of other ideas." "Don't worry, it'll happen." "But no, we don't validate." "It's company policy." "Sorry, man." "Yep." "Yep." "It's $20.65 now." "How many sexual partners have you had?" "Six." "Seven?" "I've seen some shit." "Okay, and what age were you when you lost your virginity?" "14." "Can you expand on that a little?" "He was older, a lot older." "It was, like, salacious at first, but then it just felt right." "We did everything." "Have you read "Lolita"?" "You know you make the same amount of money if you tell the truth." "Oh." "So you lost your virginity at 14." "Yep." "But you've been on birth control since 12?" " Uh-huh." " Why so early?" "Um, my mom wanted to make sure I was safe." "That I was, uh, comfortable being physical." "She encouraged you to have sex as a preteen?" "I mean, I wouldn't say that." "Do you talk to her about your sexual encounters?" "Oh, I don't..." "I don't know how much she wants to hear about them." "So she put you on the pill and sent you on your way?" "What's this study about, exactly?" "How's Dustin?" "Justin." "He's great." "Mm." "What's he, like, five now?" "He's eight." "Oh." "They grow up so fast." "Mm-hmm." "So, uh, you're currently not working?" "I'm dabbling in the hospitality business." "Airbnb." "In the past 12 months, your expenses are nearly double." "Yeah, I had to pay for my father's cremation." "And his wedding." "Not in that order." "Back in March, you made a $10,000 purchase at a furniture boutique?" "Mm-hmm, chairs." "They're gone now." "How attached are you to your home?" "Very." "Mount Olympus McMansions are encroaching on the whole canyon." "My house is a safeguard against G-Wagons and decorative lion statues." "If I put you on a budget, your savings can get you through the end of the year." "Maybe." "Let's itemize." "Last month, you spent $85 on music streaming services." ""Lemonade" was a Tidal exclusive." "And Taylor Swift is only on Apple Music." "$270 on Lyft." "I'm contributing to the service economy." "$1,200 on Postmates." "It's for groceries too." "Drive yourself, shop yourself, and cook for yourself." "And get a job." "And I want you to delete the apps." "Less temptation." "You're a monster." "You'll get used to it." "Like a phantom limb." "Okay." "Do you know, according to California law," "I could take you to the small claims court and sue you for damages incurred by waiting." "No, no, no, I'm a composer." "Two weeks." "Yep." "And not a day longer." "Thank you." "So we were about 16, 17, in her parents' basement, you know?" "I thought she had rented "The Princess Bride,"" "but it was "The Prince of Tides."" "You've seen it, right?" " Hmm?" " Mmm, No?" "Oh, you'd love it." "Barbra Streisand plays a therapist... who wears this, like, pink, like, off-the-shoulder sweater, you know the kind I mean?" "Her name was Lowenstein." "And the movie has a lot of butt rape and stuff, but it really stuck with me." "Oh, crap." "Mmm." "Oh, oh, my God." " Oh, oh... yep." " Here, let me just..." " Oh, my gosh." "Thank you." " Oh, here." " Thank you." " Here you go." "Mmm, mmm." "So now, ever since then, whenever I jerk off, I think "Lowenstein."" ""Lowenstein," you know what I mean?" "It's, like, sense memory." "The name turns me rock hard." "But it's the name of my new boss at work... who's a dude." "It's a real problem." "Mmm." "I wish you wouldn't eat during our session." "Oh, me neither." "I'm just..." "I'm starving." "Mmm." "Ew, worse than the falafel?" "Different, but equally bad." "Oh, hey, I meant to tell you." "I saw a posting..." "they're looking for someone to teach intro to psych at UCLA Extension." "My God, I would be a terrible teacher." "No, you wouldn't." "I would tell the students what a thankless fucking job this is, and not to waste their money learning about things that nobody wants to hear about, even when they're paying you to say 'em." "I mean, that..." "You're just so honest." "That's so inspiring." "Leia..." "Get your masters in something else before it's too late, and the only thing you have to look forward to in life is a table." "Uh, but..." "Okay." "Have a great weekend." "Well, it's Monday." "Oh, God." "See you tomorrow." "Leon." "Uh, hi." "It's, uh, quite a tale." "Uh, you see, your cabinet was, uh, faulty, and I was fixing it with a drill, and it was very loud, so when they came, I, uh..." "I'm sorry." "It's fine." "They'll redeliver in two weeks." "Two weeks?" "What's two more weeks?" "I, uh... made risotto." "And, um..." "Here." "It's been decanted." "You... can you excuse me for one sec?" "Okay." "How was your pitch?" "Terrible." "How was the study?" "Invasive." "Overly personal." "They want me back tomorrow." "You hungry?" "Yeah, I could eat." "We could get some food, bring it to your mom." "Do you think my mom's a good mom?" "The best." "Yeah." "Can I talk to you?" "In private?" "Why is Leon on your floor?" "Because he made dinner." "Cloth napkins and a checkered blanket?" "He made you an indoor picnic." "We were supposed to get ribs later." "Yeah, well, he was waiting for a table." "He fucked up." "I'm sorry." "It's weird." "I don't know what to tell you." "Why would you ask Leon to wait for your table?" "Because he's just helping me out since I moved in." "Oh." " Alex, no..." " Okay." " Don't be mad." " I'm not." "It's nice to have a friend who's willing to help out." "Stop that." "You're being nine years old." "Mm-hmm, pretty soon you'll have beautiful, soft-spoken, half British children, and I'll give a speech at the wedding." "It'll be witty and self-deprecating, and then you'll honeymoon in Bora Bora or the south of France with your new family, and that'll be that." "I'm sorry." "I've had a long fucking day." "I would never honeymoon in Bora Bora." "I know." "Good night, Laura." "Leon." "I should probably just..." "Leon, I..." "It's okay." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Ouch." " Mom?" " I'm fine." "Ow." "I'm fine." "It's all fine." "I just wanted you to have a really nice table." "I don't care about the table." "Okay, fine, I wanted a table, Laura." "And instead I got Samsungs and meatballs and drills, and I just wanted to come home, sit at a table, open up my journal that the girl from Clover said is ethical and eco-friendly, because it's made from the hide of sheep" "that died from old age, and I just wanted to map out how I was gonna make my life feel different." "I just want..." "I just want things to feel different." "You really need a table for that?" "Maybe I don't." "I don't know." "Fuck this." "How's the job?" "It was confusing." "What's confusing about getting signatures?" "I guess it was just boring." "Sometimes boring's not so bad." "_" "You're back." "65¢ a pop, right?" "How many girls did you text to come over last night?" " Four." " Hmm." "But you're the only one I wanted to hear from." "Call me a Lyft." "How about I drive you?"