TiMER Page #7

I expected, but...

I want to crush them.

Do it. It's your birthday.

Mi hija. Puritan Meyos if?

Lo tienes you well.

Hey.

That's perfect, thank you.

Excuse me, Ms. DePaul?

Luz would like me to

translate for her.

Oh, wonderful.

No tenemos que ser amigas.

We're not friends.

I'm so sorry.

No, no no. I'm a little rusty.

What she said was, you two...

don't have to be friends.

Okay.

Hubiera sido mejor si en

unos, dos o tres aos

Jesse y Soledad hubieran

passado a salir en secreto.

It would have been easier

if Jesse and Soledad had started

seeing each other in secret.

Y si viso hubieramos descuvierto

irritando, llorano.

And then we had found out about it,

disapproving, yelling, screaming...

Andriamos que aceptar su amor y

nuestras familias despues

de que secaran.

...forcing us to accept their

love and each other's families

after they were married.

Oh, I would have

preferred that, too.

Yo tambien lo preferia?

Pues...

Y por ahora, yo estoy su callara

y usted la duea de la casa.

For now, I'm your housekeeper,

and you are my boss.

Well. That's a good plan.

Isn't that a good plan?

Well done, Luz.

Uh, es un bien plan.

Muy bien, Luz.

Gracias.

Gracias.

No, it's like a magic trick.

No, no, I don't know any.

Oona!

Hi.

Jesse! Steph! Paul!

Just want to be included.

Everybody!

The birthday girls!

Oona, your Timer.

You got a Timer?

Uh, yeah, I did.

When did yours start counting down?

Uh, last night.

Steph!

Incidentally, I may have made

things worse by inviting Mikey.

- I'm Marion.

- Hi. Dan.

- Paul.

- Hi. Dan.

Dan, what do you do?

Mikey!

Mikey!

It's gonna be hard to

cover that up.

No, laying sh*t bare is

kinda the theme of the night,

don't you think?

You okay?

What, are you kidding?

Do you... think we

should talk about this?

There's nothing to talk about.

God, I was just being nice to you.

All fresh off the bus, I didn't

want to see you get seduced by

the adult film industry,

or L. Ron Hubbard.

Hi.

Hi.

This is a f***ing

Greek tragedy, up in here.

I-- I should leave.

No, you know what...

I should go. I'll go.

Give you two, um, some privacy.

Steph, please stay. Talk to me.

Okay, um...

You're an unforgivable b*tch

for bogarting

the one quasi-romantic happiness

I've ever known.

Nobody's, uh... bogarting...

- I don't need your help, okay?

- You know what, don't

talk to him like that.

You're gonna be pissed at me,

but not at him?

He's the one who suddenly

decided to get a Timer

at the most colossally

inconvenient time ever!

I had no idea it was

gonna be this bad...

Hey. New guy, since you took your

sweet time showing up in my life

can you just give me a few more

minutes alone with my sister?

Would you stop being

such a b*tch to him?

Can you stop being

such a b*tch to me?

I'm just mad, okay?

I'm allowed to be mad.

It's not exactly fair that

you get everything, and I...

We watched everybody

we know zero-out.

But yu and I, we've always

had our f***ed-up Timers.

It was us, and them.

I'm not a "them".

Oona, you are.

- Can you just give us a minute?

- No problem.

You know...

I got the Timer

because of you, Steph.

Because spending time with you

made me not want

to be alone anymore.

And if there's any

upside to all this,

it's that now I know you're gonna

be part of my life for good.

"If there's any upside to this" ...

Sounds like you made a

great first impression.

Who is he?

That's Dan.

Your man.

How do I not know about a

whole man in your life?

You've been a little preoccupied

with your own sh*t lately.

Okay.

Well, then.

So this is, where we are.

I'm gonna go.

And you're gonna

stay here and be mad.

And you can sulk all

weekend long if you want to,

but come Monday morning,

you have to come home.

Because you're my favorite

person in the world.

And you were my One long before

any of these boys showed up.

It just--

It's just not worth it,

without you.

Hi.

Where are the boys?

At a gig in San Francisco.

You didn't go?

I had plans last night.

F*** the Timer.

Really, I don't care

about it anymore.

It says I'm supposed to walk off

into the sunset with some stranger

and I don't accept that!

You're just freaking out because

now you have what you want.

I don't have what I want!

Look!

I got it removed. Okay?

And I know what you're thinking:

that it's moot,

that I already zeroed-out,

that we already know

who my supposed One is,

that it's too late,

and there's no going back,

and it's a pointless

gesture, right?

That's what you're

thinking, right?

No, I'm wondering if

"moot" is a real word.

It's too late.

How can it be too late?

You don't even believe in the Timer!

I don't believe that we should have

them, but I know that it works.

Well even if it does, who knows

how long it'll be before he and I...

A year from now, are we together?

A year is a long time.

See, for me, the answer's yes.

Of course, without a doubt,

we are together.

My answer isn't

because of the Timer.

I know that.

It's because you're

not in love with me.

I was in love with you.

I think I was.

I think I ruined it.

Didn't I?

Maybe.

You're being awfully stoic.

Okay, I don't know what

that means either,

but you broke my f***ing heart

and I'm really trying to

be a man about it, okay?

So cut me some f***ing slack here!

Ow, f***!

Everything was so much easier

when you had a fake Timer.

Because you didn't have to

pretend we're something we're not.

No. Because I stopped sweating

my future, like you told me to.

I was just with you

and I loved it.

Well...

I do appreciate the

pointless gesture.

Is there a scar?

There will be.

You scarred me.

But in a good way?

In a good way.

I'm really glad you don't care

about the Timer anymore.

This way, you'll know, for sure.

About him.

It's 8:
37 in the morning.

I thought you were dead.

Hi.

Hi.

They look weird, huh?

That's my, uh-- relay team.

I gave them those masks.

It's like these Bangladesh hunters...

Yeah. No, I know, I saw the special.

I know they wear them on the back

of their heads to deter hungry tigers.

Exactly, yeah.

It's to psych-out

your competitor, thing.

Yeah. So weird.

- Weird, yeah?

- Yeah.

So what are you doing on my track?

It's usually my track.

From 7:
00 to 7:45.

Yeah. I got a late start

this morning.

I'm sorry I was so rude to you.

It's-- It's okay.

Please don't take it personally.

It's okay. I'm j--

Just glad you're alright.

When mine went blank, I was--

worried you got hit by a bus.

I'm okay.

I should get back to my relay team.

Yeah. Okay.

You should get a late start more often.

Alright.

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