Elizabeth and the Good Doctor are talking about San Francisco. He's made arrangements for two, but she's worried. She's worried about the "sleeping arrangements." The Good Doctor, named Chris, wonders if he's crossed the line. She tells him she'd love to, but she's "got baggage." Chris tells her that "once you're sixty, either you have baggage, or you're dead." She laughs and holds his hand with her non-ring wearing hand. "Oh, what the hell." She says. Attagirl, Elizabeth. Don't trust your instincts. Just stand by your man.
Mitch and Mary are in full fight mode. "So, what are you saying?" Mary says as she quickly walks around in the World's Largest Kitchen. "Do you wanna just blow off the reunion completely?" Mitch follows her stride. He tells her that they can't do that because they live locally, so they have to put in an appearance. She asks why he's being "such a drag" about this. She really liked their ten-year reunion. Mitch says, "Something about reunions makes me feel like I have to justify my life." Exhale, exhale, exhale. "I saw Jacob Perryhill yesterday," Mitch spits out with disdain. Mary's head pops up and her neck cords start to heave and become sexually aroused. "He's my loan officer, do you believe that?" Mitch continues. "Who?" Mary says unconvincingly, but Mitch, of course, doesn't notice. "You're kidding right," Mitch says as he continues making something on the kitchen counter. "Jacob Perryhill. Star fullback to my, uh, not-so-spectacular halfback. Number twenty-one. Voted most likely to turn anything he touches into gold. You cannot tell me you don't know who Jacob Perryhill is." "Vaguely," Mary spits out, "we ran in different circles."
We shoot into a flashback. It's the same under-the-bleachers location as in episode one where Kenny fought the bully. Some discarded pom-poms are on the ground as we pan over to a girl in a bra on her back as a guy in a football jersey climbs on top of her. "Oh, Mary," we hear without emotion. "Oh, Jacob," comes the monotone reply. "Oh, God," comes my response. They open-mouth kiss to the bum-chica-bum-bum music playing in the background. Flash to white to Mitch saying, "Well, he seemed to know you." Mary looks up like Hester Prynne but doesn't say anything. "He said to say 'hey'," Mitch sneers. Mary exhales and says, "Oh, the curse of popularity." I guess we know where Meghan gets it. Mitch bitches about how the reunion is going to be just like sitting in Jacob's office that day, trying to jump through hoops and spin his life into the right direction to make other people happy. "Mitch, you are being such a guy here," Mary says, which doesn't really make any sense, but I assume she's still fantasizing somewhere, so I won't blame her for what's coming out of her mouth. Hee-hee. I just made a bit of a pun. Sorry. Mary tells Mitch to not let his work define his life. "You're forgetting all the great things you've got going for you. Mitch, you look great --" and they both laugh. "You've a beautiful home, three incredible kids, a dog who likes to eat garbage..." I guess there's a dog somewhere. Who knew? Mitch pulls Mary into his arms and says, "Yeah, well, I got one other thing over Jacob. I got you." Mary's eyes widen as she says, "Im-him." And her brain flashes back to the girl and the boy screwing under the bleachers. She looks towards Mitch as if to say, "And I never had it as good since."