Good Trouble

-(horn honking) -(Mariana screaming)

Mariana: Whoo!

Hey, guys! It's Mariana. We just made it to LA.

Say hi, Callie.

Hey, you single?

Oh, my God! Stop!

Okay, eyes on the road.

Yes, ma'am.

I just got a job at a tech startup

as a software engineer.

Making six figures!

Callie!

Anyway, heads up you "bro-grammers,"

you're lookin' at MIT's Beerio Kart champ,

class of 2018.

Man: Yay!

Okay, so I just graduated from law school.

Mariana: Summa cum laude.

Magna cum laude.

Okay, well, regardless, it's a laude,

and she's working as a clerk for a federal judge

which is a pretty big friggin' deal.

-We're so lit. -We're pretty lit.

Both: We're straight up fire!

Mariana: Yay! Whoo!

$250?

You parked in the yellow.

Mariana: No. Commercial vehicles can park in the yellow.

U-Haul's not a commercial vehicle.

Okay, are you sure we can park in the yellow?

-Yeah, positive. -(seatbelt unlatches)

Mariana: Commercial vehicles can park in the yellow.

Wait. This is it?

The Palace Theater.

-We're gonna live here? -Right?

Cool.

Uh, hello?

Where's your credit card?

Uh, you're the one who was positive

we could park in the yellow.

I can't believe you're not paying half.

Callie: I can't believe you moved us into a commune.

I did not move us into a commune...

exactly.

Okay, so, uh, manager's name is Alice.

What's a Sad Girl Party?

I don't know.

It sounds perfect for you.

-(Mariana chuckles) -(buzzing)

Hmm. She knew we were coming.

Why don't you call your friend who lives here?

He's not my friend.

He's my soon-to-be co-worker slash future boyfriend.

And I don't want him thinking that I'm some kind of stalker

cause I'm calling him the second I move into his building.

Oh, 'cause moving into his building in the first place

isn't stalkerish at all.

He's the one who told me that this loft was available.

Oh, well, then...

-(line ringing) -"The Coterie at the Palace

is an intentional community."

Intentional community?

Oh, hold up. Hey!

Give me a second. Give me a second.

Are you Mariana and Callie?

-Both: Yes. -Ugh! I'm so sorry.

Shit.

I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry.

I've been trying not to say I'm sorry. As a feminist.

-(elevator bell dings) -As women, we're just raised

to apologize left and right, you know?

Finally. I had to wipe with the cardboard roll.

Oh, sorry. Shit.

-See what I mean. It's hard. Come on. Let's go upstairs. -(elevator bell dings)

You know, I thought that

free toilet paper would be a nice perk,

but, oh, ugh,

I had no idea how much people would over-wipe.

You wouldn't believe it.

Hope you guys are eco-friendly.

Alice: Oh, and the plastic's for the leaks.

This is our communal bathroom.

You going to work? Hardest-working man I know.

Not the cleanest though.

Hah! Our communal kitchen.

Huh? Pretty nice, right?

Which one of y'all swiped my cold brew again.

Was your name on it?

Y'all don't need my name on it to know it's not yours.

Malika, meet our new Coterie members,

Callie and Mariana Adams Foster.

Don't leave anything you wanna keep in the fridge.

She needs her caffeine.

Especially in the afternoon, you know.

I'm sure he used hand sanitizer.

Dennis: Ha! Now I don't even need

to read the book or see

the new motion picture based on the book

because I know you're the book thief!

Alice: You're in for a treat. He's really good.

Dennis: Look at me when I'm talking to you!

You just couldn't help yourself.

That's why you stole the books.

-Woman: Yes. -This is our lounge

where we all hang out unless there's, like, a salon

or improv class scheduled.

You know, you'd probably be good at that.

You...

Man: Next.

Can we see our loft now?

Welcome to your new home.

Let it marinate.

She's a beauty.

Callie: So, we don't have our own kitchen or bathroom?

Alice: Oh, no.

I mean, none of us do.

You can always get one of those chamber pots, you know.

But don't poop in it

'cause we kinda have a mouse problem.

It's just they might, you know,

eat your poop at night.

Depending on your diet of course.

Just stay away from anything that... has flavor.

Okay, um, just let me know if you need

the Wi-Fi password...

or anything like that.

I had no idea about the whole communal living thing.

Okay, look, right now, it's empty and dusty,

but the windows are fantastic.

And as soon as we clean it up and put all of our stuff in,

it's gonna feel like home.

At a price you can afford.

-Me? -Yes.

You can only afford to pay 800 bucks a month,

and you didn't want me to pay more because of the "balance of power."

Let's make the best of it.

There it is.

What the...

Mariana: It could be worse.

We have our mattresses.

And our health.

Your health is in serious danger right now.

Can I get a shot of tequila please?

-Ooh, me too. -Yep.

Hmm. He's hot.

Seriously?

When's the last time you got laid?

And that's your solution to all this?

That's my solution to everything.

Can we talk about the fact that everything we own was stolen

and we have nothing to wear to work tomorrow.

Well, now we have an excuse to go shopping.

Ready?

-(doorbell tinkling) -(giggling)

-(sniggers) -No.

-No, no, no, no, no. -(laughing)

If this doesn't scream first day on the job,

I don't know what does.

Sorry.

How cute would this be?

No. Those ruffles.

Twerk, twerk, twerk.

Oh, my god, it's you!

-She's precious. -Mm-hmm.