Hey there, buddy. To what do I owe the intrusion?
You got a big homework project?
Not homework.
I'm on a top-secret mission.
My target? Shea Garcia-Miller.
My goal? Conversation.
At first.
Then possibly marriage, or you know,
just a committed partnership between equals.
Okay, back up here. This is the Shea
at you are forbidden to see?
The very same.
Am I to understand that you are
directly disobeying your mother?
Is my little Marcus becoming a bad boy?
Nope, still a proud mama's boy.
I'm getting around mom on a technicality.
You see, she forbade me to see Shea outside of school.
So nothing is stopping me from "accidentally" running into her
in school.
Nothing but the laws of physics, and my own significant
physical limitations.
Is Shea, uh, showing any signs,
any indication that she likes you back?
Okay, Will, I am up to my beanie in indication.
I've gotten three... count 'em... Three texts from her,
ranging from casual, like "what's up?"
- Really? - To the more intimate:
"Hey."
- What? - And in between P.E.
- and lunch yesterday? - Mmhmm?
I got shoulder.
I mean, it was over the jacket, but still.
Hmm. Yeah.
Listen, as your ambiguously, you know, paternal figure,
I gotta tell you that this Shea, so far,
has been nothing but bad news.
But as your friend, I'm all for it.
Ah, hello.
- Are you Will Freeman? - Depends on who's asking.
But if it's you, then...
Then yes, yes, I am.
- You've been served. - Ooh.
What exactly are you serving?
Someone's suing you.
Jackass.
Did you get any shoulder?
Here we go.
I am being sued, dude.
Someone named Anastasia Campbell
is claiming that she co-wrote Runaway Sleigh.
I don't even know who Anastasia Campbell is,
except some crazy person who's trying to steal my money.
This is serious, man.
This song is my endless buffet of cash.
Which begs the question,
why didn't anyone tell me how serious this was?
Didn't they?
I feel like Richard was telling you this for months.
"This is a huge, serious problem," that's a quote.
Well, my problems always go away, you know that.
I'm teflon, nothing sticks.
God, I hate you.
Everything sticks to me. I'm like velcro.
You know what? I gotta get a lawyer.
You have a lawyer! She's super hot.
- The one with the... - I slept with her.
You know that. It got awkward.
I need a lawyer that I'm not tempted to sleep with.
Laurie is a lawyer. We keep telling you this.
That is perfect.
I wouldn't sleep with Laurie if she were
the last female on a scorched planet earth.
What?
Because she's married to my best friend.
Otherwise...
Yeah.
- Are we sure she works here? - Yes.
According to Google, there's an Anastasia Campbell
who's a pilates instructor here.
I don't know, dude,
I see a lot of toned bodies.
What?
Stalker Stacey!
- Who? Where? Where? - Get back here!
Stalker Stacey! Don't you remember?
The cute groupie I had mind-blowing sex with,
and then she got all crazy and wouldn't leave me alone?
- That Stacey? - Yes, dude!
Oh, my gosh! The one with the dance?
Yeah! It was...
Yeah. Oh, my God.
I tried to... I tried to let her down easy.
"Stacey" must be short for Anastasia...
Which is a beautiful name, actually.
Laurie and I should put that on the baby name list.
Oh, my God.
Will! Will! Will's gone.
Everyone, get into the down stretch.
Can I help you?
- Oh... - Are you here to take a class,
or are you just one of those creeps who likes to come in
and look at butts?
Well, I'm more of a boob man.
Do I know you?
Oh!
Oh, gosh.
My teacher evaluations!
I just finished alphabetizing them!
And now they are scattered to the wind!
Okay, okay, let me help here, Principal G.
Oh, Marcus...
What has gotten into you of late?
Yeah, I've never seen you roam the halls
with such reckless abandon.
Hey, uh, Fiona, you got a minute?
Yeah, I'm just doing some doula research.
Look at this amazing woman in the Amazon.
She's using gravity to help the birthing process.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Fiona, please!
I can't unsee that!
Can you just stop for one second
with the rainforest porn?
But it's natural! That is a vagina!
Oh! That is not what vaginas are for!
Now, I actually... I need some advice, please.
I have a stalker.
- Do you? - Yes.
And I'm hoping that your crazy
can shed some light on her crazy.
Offended...But quite curious. Carry on.
I thought I'd gotten rid of stalker Stacey a long time ago,
but all of a sudden, she turns up,
and out of nowhere,
slaps this ridiculous lawsuit on me.
- A lawsuit? - Mm-hmm.
Blimey, that's a bit unpleasant.
- Right, so... - Oh, wait.
Did you say her name was Stacey?
Yes. Why?
A few months ago when you were in New York,
I came home one day and there was a girl banging on your door.
She was in a rather desperate ensemble.
- Go on. - Well, no.
I just remember 'cause her name was Stacey.
Do you know if Will's home?
Oh, no, he doesn't live here.
He's, uh... he moved to New York with his girlfriend.
- He has a girlfriend? - Yeah, yeah.
- Doctor Sam. - Really?
And then she got very, very, very upset.
And so I offered her, you know, a few words of encouragement.
Stacey, you seem like a vibrant,
very attractive young woman.
You don't need to settle
for the crumbs that Will Freeman threw you.
You need to value yourself higher, don't you?
- Yes. - Yeah.
Yeah, you deserve much, much more.
She deserves much, much more?
More than you. Much more than you.
- You. You did this. - Did what?
This lawsuit is your fault.
No, it's not! I did... I just gave her advice!
You told her point blank to go after my money!
You...
Scratched my teflon.
It was you.
And you are going to fix this.
Fix this right now!
I really noticed you engaging your core more than ever.
Stacey?
Hi, you probably don't remember me.
- Fiona! - Whoa!
- Strong little thing, aren't you? - Oh, my God!
Of course I remember you.
- Oh! - Are you kidding me?
How could I forget the woman who literally
changed the course of my life?
- Did I? Did I? - You did.
I mean, you are such a wise woman.
Oh, that's very kind of you.
I mean, really I'm just, you know,
a conduit for the wisdom of others.
You're so modest. No, literally, because of you,
I have completely changed the course of my life.
I mean, I'm no longer looking for mindless hookups.
- Thank God. - Good.
And I'm just focusing on what I really deserve.
Aw...
- Money. - Oh.
And you helped me see that.
Well, if I could offer up another piece of wisdom?
- Sure. - Um...
When I said that I thought you deserved more,
I meant emotionally.
- Emotionally? - Yeah, emotionally.
Not financially.
You see, when I said you should value yourself more,
that's what I meant.
Emotionally, and not financially.
Yeah, you see that?
Now you're getting it. Well done, you!
I get it.
You're here because Will sent you, aren't you?
You are here to talk me out of the lawsuit.
Well, and to do a bit of pilates.
Stiff neck.
Arms in the straps, everyone, please.
Um, we're gonna start class on our backs today.
It's gonna be a very, very intense class.
Remember to breathe.
Okay, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.
Of course.
My helpless victims of wrongful eviction can wait.
Way more important to help you deal with the groupie gone wild.
Get off my desk.
Okay, hostile vibe, I'm feeling it.
Okay? Registered.
But I just want you to take a quick look at this
and tell me that this Stacey is just a wack-a-doo
with, uh, you know, no real case.
Is this wack-a-doo a former lover?
I wouldn't say "lover."
I mean, we had a, roughly, eight-night stand
back when I wrote my platinum hit single.
You better hope this doesn't go to trial.
- Get off my desk. - Okay, listen.
I'm not saying I was a gentleman, all right?
Gentleman? I've defended serial killers
that were more sympathetic than you.
Fine. I admit it, okay? I admit it.
I was a bit of a lady-killer back then.
But I promise you that she had nothing, and I repeat,
nothing to do with writing this song.
So I just need you to tell me that this
is much ado about nothing, that it's just a drawing
in the sand that'll be, you know,
washed away with the tide.
Do you even hear the steaming crap
that just falls out of your mouth?
That was a solid metaphor.
Okay, get off my desk! Sit in the chair.
Okay, you know what?
Your bedside manner needs some serious attention.
It doesn't matter how wack-a-doo,
or to use an adult word, meritless her case.
This thing could still drag on for years.
- Years? What? - Oh!
She's not just looking for future checks.
She wants back royalties.
- This girl means business. - Back royalties?
She can't do that. That's not fair.
You think our legal system is fair?
You're lucky you have good hair, because you are the dumbest...
Just dumbest...
- Individual I have ever met! - Can you just stop obsessing
about my hair for one second and just tell me what to do?
The best thing you can do right now is nothing.
Do not reach out to this woman.
No contact. Zero.
Just try to keep going, even if it's so tough
that you feel like you might fall apart.
Try to keep breathing,
try to keep finding the strength inside.
Keep breathing, keep breathing, yeah, keep working that chest,
open and close, open and close,
but don't open the chest too wide,
because that is how you get hurt,
because that's where your heart is.
Ooh, Stacey.
Stacey, are you all right?
Oh, Stacey.
No, don't close your heart.
Class dismissed.
Hey. Hey.
Hey. My breath is ass.
You have any gum?
Oh, um, maybe.
No.
Too bad.
How could you not have any gum?
Ugh! Such an idiot.
You monster!
This doesn't sound promising.
You broke that poor woman's heart!
Poor woman?
She is a parasitic groupie who is trying to extort me.
Oh, really? Well, that's not the story that Stacey tells.
You know, perhaps if the blood
that is supposed to feed your brain
weren't constantly being redirected elsewhere,
you would remember things more clearly.
What are you talking about?
She was there the night that you wrote that song, Will.
What?
She nurtured your writing process.
She was... and you know what?
I can completely relate to this...
Your songwriting doula.
Oh, my... any excuse to bring up the word "doula."
- Any excuse! - No, not any ex-you know what?
All you had to do was just say you're sorry.
The only thing that I am sorry for
is sending you in to do the job, okay?
From now on I am lawyering up,
and we are settling this thing in court.
Monster.
- Doula. - That's not even an insult!
That's not even an insult!
Hey, Shea. I got you some water.
Wait. No, wait!
Looking for gum?
'Cause I've got a plethora of options.
I got the classics, I've got Wrigley, Bazooka.
I mean, if you're looking for something edgier,
I got Winter Mint Extreme.
And I would have to advise against the watermelon
because it got a little bit sweaty under my armpits.
Dude, stop. Seriously.
Stop being such a creepy little stalker.
All I did was monitor all her movements and activities,
and then devise ways to run into her.
How does that make me creepy?
Well, uh...I don't know.
Maybe she needs time to come around to your
enthusiastic, persistent style.
I know I did.
I ruined everything.
Man, I'm such an idiot.
- You're not an idiot, Marcus. - I am.
And I'm used to people calling me names,
like dweeb, loser, fart nugget...
But when Shea called me a stalker...
Will, you don't have any idea what it's like
to have someone you care about make you feel like a monster.
Stacey.
Hi. Uh...
You're looking... You're looking wel...
You're looking very, very healthy.
What can I do for you, Will?
Uh, well, I was...
Hoping that we could...Talk.
Hmm. Well, let me think about it.
Um, no, I'm not interested in talking, okay?
All you're gonna do is try to tell me to drop my lawsuit,
and I'm not interested in dropping my lawsuit.
I wasn't gonna tell you to do that.
I... really, I just...
I would like to talk, just you and me.
You know what, this isn't a therapist's office, Will.
This is a pilates studio.
So if you want to talk, then get on a machine.
Oh, no, I... well, I actually just did abs, you know?
And they're barking pretty good.
Well, then we're not gonna talk.
Okay.
What do I do, I just sit on...
Just sit down on this bad boy here?
No, that's way too easy.
Let's get you going on that guy.
Oh, the strappy thing.
Are you sure about that?
Positive.
Okay.
Yeah, this is a little dungeon-y.
I'll put my hands in these fuzzy little friends here.
Oh, yeah, you're right. You know, I can already feel
my core kind of firing up.
Ahh. Doesn't seem too tough.
Yeah, that's real funny. Real funny.
Now get your hands out of there and put in your feet.
That seems a little tougher.
It is painful! It's very painful!
Good! Excellent.
Now, why don't we hold this pose for a count of...
Oh, I don't know... Two weeks?
Which is how long it took you to text me back
after the first time we slept with each other.
In my defense, texting was just...
It was in its infancy, infancy back then.
Uncle! Uncle! Too much pain!
Well, now we know you can feel something.
Okay, I probably... I probably deserve that.
- Sure did. - I swear to you,
I didn't come here to get you to drop the lawsuit.
I came to tell you that I'm sorry.
I... really, I'm sorry for the way I treated you.
I probably was kind of a bad guy.
Uh, no, you were definitely a bad guy.
Look.
I was... I was a selfish jerk back then,
and I surrounded myself with other selfish jerks,
and basically just spent my life jerking people around.
- Mm-hmm. - But I really...
I've got better people in my life right now
who are helping me see the world
and see that there are other people in it.
And I know that this is gonna be hard for you to believe,
but I am not that guy anymore.
And so, I'm...
I'm just sorry.
That's... that's all I really have to say.
I'll get out of your way.
Wait.
Are you really not that guy anymore?
I pinky swear.
But you're still that guy
in the one way that really counts, right?
Oh, hell yeah.
- Boo. - Ah!
How does it feel getting followed around everywhere?
- Not great. - That's right.
You know what, pasty?
I actually wouldn't mind hanging out with you once in a while
if you could... Just be a little bit cooler.
I could totally be cooler.
You sure?
Well, no, but I mean, if I like...
If I formulate a strategy,
put together a focus group, I can get there.
You are one weird, little dude.
So, do you wanna join my focus group?
Well, I'm not hearing a "no."
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Look! Look! Look there!
She's crowning with one giant moment of ecstasy!
Oh, look, it's a... Very gifted boy.
That's the umbilical cord, Andy.
- Oh, hey, guys. - Hey.
Listen, I just wanted you to know
that I really thought about what you said, Fiona,
and took your advice and apologized to Stacey.
- Aw! - No.
Don't take her advice. She's not a lawyer!
She's not even a doula.
Do you know I am so proud of you, Will?
I feel like I planted a seed inside of you,
and now I'm watching it blossom into a colossal tree
of great character.
Yeah, I apologized to her, um, several times last night,
and after this restorative beverage...
I'm gonna go upstairs and apologize to her
a couple more times.
That's my guy right there.
What a puny shrub of disappointment
you turned out to be.
Hey, you have your way of solving problems,
I have mine.
Mine's a bit more fun.
Um, but listen, to celebrate her dropping the lawsuit,
I was wondering, should I buy a boat or a motorcycle?
- I vote for the boat. - That's one for the boat.
I'm calling a lawyer and having a restraining order
slapped on your penis.
Can you just stop obsessing about my penis?
- What does that mean? - I can't believe
what you're doing to this wounded, naive,
innocent young woman.
- Okay, we'll go boat. - Bye, Will.
Thanks for all the sex. Super fun.
- It was my pleasure, and yours. - Mm-hmm.
Oh, and by the way, this changes nothing.
I'm totally still suing you.
Hi, Fiona! Hi!
How does that affect the boat?
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