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♪ I don't want
another pretty face ♪

♪ I don't want just
anyone to hold ♪

♪ I don't want my love
to go to waste ♪

♪ I want you
and your beautiful soul ♪

♪ I know that you
are something special ♪

♪ to you I'd be
always faithful ♪

♪ I want to be ♪

♪ what you always needed ♪

♪ then I hope you'll see
the heart in me ♪

♪ I don't want
another pretty face ♪

♪ I don't want just
anyone to hold ♪

♪ I don't want my love
to go to waste ♪

♪ I want you
and your beautiful soul ♪

♪ you're the one
I wanna chase ♪

Hi, honey.
How did you get to the hotel
so fast?

Yes, Richard's my husband.

No!

No, Richard!

No!

Okay. Stop.

You're not your usual self.

What's up?

If you just give me a few
seconds, I'm sure I can, uh...

Okay, something besides me
is on your mind.

But I can be redirected.

Uh-oh.
You don't wanna talk about it.

Must be bad.

Okay.

You're not gonna let it go.

I am not gonna let it go.

All right.

I was offered a job,

human resources manager
at Saratov oil.

Gonna bring in six figures.

That's great for resource
managers, but you're an author.

Of ten books
that no one is buying.

Richard, "don't sweat
the small stuff" is gonna hit.

You watch.

Kris, sweetheart,

we can't pay the mortgage.

We're driving
without car insurance.

I don't want to even think
about the girls' college funds.

I mean, I think it's just time
for us to face the facts.

It's not gonna happen for me.

Don't you dare.

Richard Carlson, look at me.

Look at me.

The difference between you
and other authors

is that you're not gonna quit
before it breaks.

I would rather get a job
than have you quit.

Sweetie, I hear you,

and I love how supportive
you are of me,

but I just feel like it's my job
to provide for this family.

Daddy, someone's on the phone
for you.

Oh, well, honey,
mommy and daddy are having
a little talk right now,

so maybe we'll just tell them
to call me back, okay?

I'm hungry.

Oh, honey, we'll be out
in about five minutes

- to cook you breakfast.
- But I'm hungry now.

Come on, Ken.
I gotta tell "opvread"
daddy can't talk.

Wait a minute.
Who's on the phone?

- What'd you say? Oh.
- "Oprvread" from Chicago.

Hey, this is Richard Carlson.

Hi, Cammy.

Yeah, nice to meet you too.

It's Oprah's producer.

- Um, actually no.
- Why's daddy's face so red?

- Because he's happy.
- You know what?

Let me just talk to my wife
for just a second.

They want me to come
on Oprah tomorrow.

- I've gotta ref
Kenna's soccer game.
- I'll ref it!

What do you know
about soccer?
You don't even have cleats.

I will get cleats.
You are going
on "Oprah" tomorrow.

Daddy's going on "Oprah"
tomorrow!

Cammy, thank you for holding.
Yeah. Yeah, I can do it.

I can be there.

Really?
Wow.

That's amazing.
Um, yes.

I will see you tomorrow.
Sounds good.

All right.
Thank you.

Oprah keeps my book
on her night table.

Oprah keeps your book
on her night table?

She reads it every night
before bed.

She reads it every night
before bed?

Why does mommy keep saying
what daddy's saying?

- I'm going on "Oprah!"
Come on!
- Dad's going on "Oprah."

Yay, celebrate!
Whoo-hoo!

Daddy's going on "Oprah!"
Daddy's going on "Oprah!"

Yay, daddy is!
Come here, girls.

Welcome back
to our CNN morning news

about 35 minutes after the hour.

Stress seems more and more
to be part of our daily lives,

and no matter what the cause,
stress can be a burden,

- but it doesn't have to be.
- Thank you so much.

A new book called
"don't sweat
the small stuff"...

"Don't sweat
the small stuff."

"Don't sweat the small stuff"
has some tips for dealing

with the things
that cause stress.

Dr. Richard Carlson is here.

He is the best-selling
author of the book,
"don't sweat the small stuff."

I just said to him,
"it's right by my bedside."

Today, I'd like
to share with you books that
have changed my life,

and the first one is called
"don't sweat the small stuff."

It's by
Dr. Richard Carlson, PhD.

It became
a phenomenon after spending
over 100 consecutive weeks

on "the New York times"
bestseller's list.

Your book is a game changer.

Your chapter called
"seek first to understand"

inspired me to visit my dad
before he died

after we hadn't talked
in ten years.

Aw, thank you for sharing that.

That means so much to me.
It really does.

I'm buying a copy
for everyone in my family.

Who would you like
me to make it out to?

- Make the first one out
to Jeff.
- All right.

Jeff.
There we are.

There we go.
Thank you.

So they told me this
is your second time on Oprah.

Yep. First time
was ten years ago.

You're going to do great,
Dr. Carlson.

You're all set.
But before I go,

would you mind signing
your book for my husband Pete?

Oh, of course.
I'd love to.

My first year of marriage,
I thought I'd made a mistake

because Pete is so quiet,
and I need to talk.

Mm.

And he takes forever
to make decisions

while I'm bing-bang-boom,
pulling triggers
left and right.

This book showed me
that is all the small stuff.

I love hearing stories
like that.

They really truly inspire me
to keep writing.

Thank you.
There you go.

- Thanks so much, Dr. Carlson.
- Of course.

How's the back?

It's about a seven.

All this flying is
not helping my ruptured discs.

Why did I play tennis
in college again?

- To impress me.
- Oh, right.

My emergency midol.

Ah, my favorites.
Thank you.

You sure you're okay to go on?

For round two with Oprah?
I'll suck it up.

- Okay.
- Richard, Oprah's
ready for you.

- Great.
- Wow, you look amazing.

- Thanks, Bree.
- Yeah.

Hi, Bree.

Hey, Kris. Okay,
you ready to hit it, boss?

Let's go.

- Yeah, let's do it.
- Okay.

That one has a crush on you.

Oh, please.
You think I'm irresistible
to all women.

Bree is not one of them.

You are clueless
when it comes to women.

I threw myself at you
for two months

before I finally
had to ask you out.

Well, I never thought a girl
like you would be interested.

Smooth talker.

Hey, why don't you
come out there with me?

Oprah's been dying
to meet my muse.

Oh, I'm sure she would
be thrilled when I pass out

on live TV
from public speaking.

Which is why you won't be
giving the toast at the party.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Love you.
- Break a leg.

Thanks.

Dr. Richard Carlson is here.

He is the best-selling author

of the book,
"don't sweat the small stuff."

So in the words of my boss and
my dear friend Richard Carlson,

"so many people spend
so much of their life energy

sweating the small stuff
that they completely lose touch

with the magic
and the beauty of life.

But when you learn to not worry
about the little things

you find that you have
far more energy

to be kinder, gentler,
and happier."

So with that,
let's raise a glass to Richard

for another record-smashing year

and for making all of our lives
just a little less stressful.

Mm. Cheers.

Cheers, sweetheart.

Mom, dad, I want you
to meet my boyfriend Henry.

It's nice to meet you,
Dr. and Mrs. Carlson.

Oh, we've heard
so much about you, Henry.

Haven't we, Richard?

Um... um, of course.

I just didn't realize
it was a relationship.

We met in ap calculus.

- So Henry's a senior too?
- There you go.

Okay.

So where have you
applied to college?

Oh, I'm just going
to Marin county.

Okay, that's good junior college

with plans to transfer
down the line, yeah?

- What?
- Well, I'm not really sure
what I wanna do yet, so...

- Henry, could you get me
some punch?
- Sure.

Thanks.

Dad, take a deep breath.

It may be a good idea
to re-read one of your books.

Okay, all right, all right,
all right, I'm sorry.

I just...
I mean, how serious is this?

We've only been dating a month.

I haven't proposed marriage yet.

Oh, you can wear
my wedding dress.

Oh, you're not helping.

Sweetheart, it's just,
you're tee'd up for UC Berkeley

and a romance can throw you
off track.

Dad, you don't have to worry.
I still have my eight year plan,

which includes getting my PhD
in psychology just like you.

- All right.
- Mom, what do you think?

- Oh, adorable.
- Don't encourage her.

What?
Stop.

Carlsons.

Hey, coach.
So glad you could make it.

We can't wait
for soccer practice to start.

Kenna's so excited to be
on varsity as a freshman.

She's like a mini Mia Hamm.

I mean,
my girls love playing with her.

- Oh, I'm so glad to hear that.
- Where's Jade?

We came in separate cars.

There she is.

We just separated.

Oh, coach,
I'm so sorry to hear that.

Yeah, it's been a little...
I mean, tense is
an understatement,

but it's definitely
in that arena.

I'm so sorry.
How are the girls doing?

Uh...

Wow, this stuff is really good.

Here, Kenna.
We don't mind sharing.

Oh, thanks. I want to,
but I really can't.

I get it.

"Daughter of the world's
foremost happiness guru

busted smoking weed."

It wouldn't be a good headline
for your dad.

Yeah. Yeah, probably not.

Is being his daughter like being
a pastor's kid or something?

I mean, do you have
to be perfect all the time?

You know, it can be complicated.

People think they know us
and they really don't.

We try to live up
to my dad's work,

but my mom keeps it chill,
so that helps.

I'd kill to be you.

I mean, you've got, like,
this stable family,

and meanwhile our parents
are a freaking nightmare.

And I bet you meet
tons of famous people.

Well, I did get to meet
Zac Efron when my dad
was on "the today show."

Shut the box.
You did not.

We love Zac Efron.
His cleft chin...

His soulful eyes.

Do you think you
can help us meet him?

Oh, um, probably not.

Well, I mean,
my dad doesn't really, like,
hang with celebrities.

You know, he doesn't care about
the fame part of what he does.

Must be nice having a super dad.

Oh, I didn't mean it that way.

Don't worry.
We still like you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Hey, Kristine, can I steal
Richard just for a minute?

Your publisher Zack
said that you wanted
to make the announcement.

What announcement?

It's a surprise.
I think you're both
really gonna like it.

- Why did you not tell me?
- Okay.

I like surprises.

- Hey, lady.
- Hi, Jade.

That was a pity hug.
He told you.

I'm sorry to hear
about your struggles.

Oh, the struggle is over.
We're DOA.

It's hard not to hate you
when I am divorcing
the wimp of the world,

and you're married to the man
who walks on water.

We have our issues.

Please tell me,
before I perish of inadequacy.

- Totally.
You should do that.
- That's important, yeah.

Tall, slender, smart,

great ass.

She is a wife's
worst nightmare.

Hey, friends, thank you all
for being here tonight.

Just wanted to make
a quick announcement

before you got too looped
on the libations.

I wanted to let you all know

that Harpeth Lane publishing
has ordered the next book.

It will be called "don't sweat
the small stuff for women."

Needless to say,
I am not the man for the job,

but my smart, beautiful,

incredible, talented wife

and partner
Kristine Carlson is.

She will be writing
the next book.

I'd say an issue just popped up.

Henry's dropping jazzy off
in ten minutes or so.

What's that look?

Go ahead.
Let me have it.

Why didn't you tell me
that you volunteered me
to write the book?

I wanted it to be a surprise.
I thought you'd be excited.

It's a big deal, Kris.

Yes, it is a big deal,

which is why I wish you
had told me

before you announced it
to everyone we know.

I mean, I've written
a few chapter in one book,

and that was with you.

Do you have to use
my silk pillows?

Hey, you must be really mad
if you're taking pillows away
from a man with a bad back.

And even if by some miracle

I could write
an entire book myself,

people will think
I'm riding your coattails.

They'll be judging me.
Millions of people
will be judging me.

Well, if you go on "Oprah,"
it's more like 22 million.

That is so not funny.

Kris, sweetheart, come here.

Hey.

Look.

I've been running around like
a chicken with my head cut off

for ten years.

I'm so grateful for the success,

but I'm burning out.

People think I'm this guru
who sits on a mountaintop

writing his books,
but really the truth is
I'm completely stressed out,

and I'm writing them
on airplane tabletops.

I can't do it alone anymore.

I need you, Kris.

I really do.

Can I at least think about it?

Sure.

We'll talk about it when I get
back from New York, okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

Good night.

Ooh.

And here we go.

- Mmm.
- Daddy, you spoil us.

That's my job.
You're my girls.

Sweetheart, what are you doing?

We're gonna miss your flight.

Well, had to make sure you
were all fed before I left.

We are not gonna starve.
I'm a perfectly good cook.

Mm.

Uh, mom, two words...

- Eggplant Parmesan.
- Busted.

Yeah, they got you.
Here, check this out.

Voilà.
That's for you.

You know,
something looks different
about you this morning.

You look all bright and shiny.

You know, my back feels great
this morning.

- I feel like my old self.
- Oh, I love that.

Uh, okay, enough, people.

Yeah, you're blinding us
over here.

Seriously, get a room!

Uh, this is child abuse!

Better not make me
late for school.

See ya!

See ya.

Honey, what is all this?

Where am I supposed
to park my car?

Oh, I forgot to tell you.
The landscaper dropped it off.

They're getting ready
to grade the terrace
for our zen garden.

Oh, please don't say zen garden
in front of the girls.

They already think we're
a little too new age-y.

What are you two talking about?

Talking about reading
your tarot cards later.
What do you think?

Hmm.

- Love you, jazzy.
- Love you too, dad.

Hey, kiddo, kick some butt on
that soccer field today, okay?

Remember, scissor touch.

- Yeah, okay, dad.
- All right.

All right.
Love you, Kenna-nator!

Oh, my god.

What?
Am I embarrassing?

Do not ever say "Kenna-nator"
in the presence
of a living soul again.

Ever.

Don't worry, you're still the
most important man in her life.

The countdown begins now,
though.

Come on.

All right.

The white zone is for
loading and unloading only.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you too.

Hey, one more thing
about the book.

I thought we weren't gonna talk
about it until you got back.

Whether you decide
to write it or not,

you are the reason
these books exist, Kris.

Your input is in
every single one of them,

and more than that,
I would've quit without you.

So if anyone's riding
on anyone's coattails, it's me.

Don't shrug.
This is not a shrugging moment.

It's true.

What do I always tell you
when you doubt yourself?

That I'm enough.

You are more than enough.

I love you.

Hey.

I love you.

- I'll see you in three days.
- Okay.

Just the usual.

♪ I don't want my love
to go to waste ♪

♪ I want you
and your beautiful soul ♪

♪ I know that you ♪

Hey, honey.
How'd you get to the hotel
so fast?

Hello, ma'am. Are you related
to Richard Carlson?

- Yes, Richard's my husband.
- I'm Dr. Stein.

I'm calling
from Jamaica memorial
hospital in queens.

Ma'am, are you
on a cell phone?

- Yes.
- Are you parked?

I am. What's going on?

Well, we have your husband
here with us at the hospital.

Well, what?
I mean, is he okay?

Is he all right?

Ma'am, I am
so sorry to tell you

that your husband
has expired.

Expired?

What does that mean?

Mrs. Carlson,
your husband has passed away.

I was just with him
this morning.

Nothing was wrong with him.
He was fine.

A blood clot passed
from his legs to his lungs

during his flight's descent.

It killed him instantly.

Who is this?
Is this a joke?

What?
You are lying to me.

You're lying!
You're lying.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

- Aw, thank you.
- You're welcome.

So are we putting in
the Japanese maples

or the azaleas on the terrace?

I don't know.
Whichever one you want.

Smart man.
You always know what to say.

So I've been working
on chapter 48 and I think
I've got the title.

"Remember everything
has god's fingerprints on it."

Let's hear it.

"It's easy to see god's beauty
in a sunrise or a child's smile,

but can we learn
to find the holiness

in seemingly ugly circumstances?

When we try to see
the holiness in everything,

a feeling of peace emerges.

So remember that everything
has god's fingerprints on it.

The fact that we can't see
the beauty in something
doesn't mean it's not there.

It simply means that
we're not looking hard enough."

I love it. It's perfect.

Mom, this is supposed to be
a private memorial.

What are all these people
doing here?

I don't know, sweetheart.

I don't want them
looking at me right now,

so can you just get someone
to make them leave?

Ken, I know this is hard,

but we've got to be
acutely aware of the choices
we make right now

so we can honor your dad.

Mom, can we go around the back

or go through the kitchen
or something

so Ken will feel
more comfortable?

I understand
the need for privacy,

but all of these people
are evidence of how many
your dad helped.

They need to see us
holding it together,

so we just have
to put on a brave face.

Thank you.

- Kris.
- Hi, Zack.

You know, Richard
was our most loved author
at Harpeth Lane.

The "don't sweat" website
crashed the day he passed

from a landside of tributes,

and they just keep coming.

I can't bring myself
to look at the website yet.

What am I gonna do
about Richard's work?

Don't worry about that now.

When you're ready,
I'm here to help.

Thank you, Zack.

- Hey, darling.
- Hi. Thanks, Zack.

Sweetheart.

You poor thing.

When I heard Richard died alone,

I was devastated for you.

- How are you doing?
- We're okay.

Were you able to see him
after he died?

Richard was an organ donor,
so, no,

but the girls and I
will get through it and
be stronger on the other side.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.

Kris, I'm sorry
to have to tell you,

but your funds
are gonna be tied up
in probate for some time.

I don't understand.
How could this happen?

Richard and I
were in the process
of creating a living trust,

but we hadn't finished
when he passed.

Well, how long is the money
gonna be in probate?

It could take up to a year.
Even two.

You got cash on hand
for a couple months,

but we need to work on
an immediate revenue
stream for you.

I haven't worked
since my girls were born.

I've been raising my family.

I'm sorry this isn't easier,
Kris.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Are you Kristine Carlson?
- Yes.

- It's Richard Carlson's widow.
- Oh.

We loved your husband so much.

We were in a store
shopping for TVs

when we saw the news
about his death.

- It was shocking.
- Yeah, I know how you feel.

Well, at least
he's in a better place.

Oh, maybe he is.
That's not much comfort
for me and my family.

I am so sorry. Oh, gosh,
what a stupid thing to say.

Ah, no, I'm sorry.

You didn't say anything wrong.

Thank you for your concern.
I'm sorry I snapped at you.

No, it's completely
understandable.

Yeah.

Sweetheart,
it's time to wake up.

You have school in an hour.

I'm not ready to go back.

Honey, we agreed last night
that you would go back today.

It's been over a month since...

It'd be really good for you
to see your friends.

You know, jazz told me
that the team rented a bus

for all of you to go
to the spring formal.

They really miss you.

- Just five more minutes.
- Okay.

I'll go wake up your sister.
That'll be so much easier.

♪ All at once I know ♪

♪ this can't be good ♪

Mom, what is it?

Did you forget?
You have the sat this morning.

I'm not taking it.

What?

The sat. I'm not taking it.

My last score was good enough.

I thought you said
you had to break 1,500
to get into Berkeley.

1,380 will be good enough.

Oh, well,
you're probably right, sweetie,

but it can't hurt to give it
one more shot, right?

Okay.

- Mom, what's this?
- It's breakfast.

- What are you doing?
- What do you mean?

You're acting like
you're trying to be
dad or something.

No, I just want you to have
a healthy breakfast.

I wanna make sure you're okay.

Well, we're not.
Why are you?

Jazz, mom's just trying
to help us.

Sometimes it feels
like dad's death hasn't
affected you at all.

- Of course it's affected me.
- Well, I'm not hungry.

- Come on, Ken. Let's go.
- Jazz, I can take you.

It's fine. I got it.

- You know, mom,
it's really not about you.
- I know.

Have a great day at school,
sweetheart.

- I love you.
- Love you, too.

Richard.

How does a young healthy man
just die in a split second?

Where the hell is that letter?

- Hey, you.
- Hey, you.

A little something for you.

"An hour to live,
an hour to love"?

Just read it.

"If I had just one hour to live

and can only
make one phone call,

it would be to my wife.

And what would I say to her?

'Kris, if I could live
this life again with you,

I'd do so in a heartbeat.'"

I do not want to think about
you having one hour to live.

Is this my anniversary gift?

Well, this and a little
something from Tiffany later.

I don't mean to be morbid.

I'm just...

When I think about death

it makes me really appreciate

what matters right now.

Well, that is very romantic
but unnecessary

because you are not dying
on my watch.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You must be Kristine.
- Yeah.

I'm Tim Stephens,
the landscaper.

Is Richard in?

Uh, I'm sorry to say

that Richard died.

Oh, wow. Uh...

My god. I'm sorry.
I had no idea.

It's okay.

How could you?

Okay, I'm sorry
to bring this up right now,

but I came by to tell Richard

that we're gonna hold off
on grading the terraces.

An issue's come up that
could cause real problems.

If you wouldn't mind
taking a look,
I could show you?

Oh, yeah. Okay.

I wanted to start the grading,
but I discovered

some pretty extensive
soil erosion on the hillside.

So I took a couple
of samples to give over
to my soil engineer,

and I would like him to
come out and do an inspection
before we start the work.

- Is it serious?
- It could be.

Um, so I wanna bring out
a drainage expert

just as soon as possible
just to make sure

the foundation of the house
is secure.

I don't think
I can manage this right now.

Can I reach out to you if...
I'm a little less overwhelmed.

Of course, of course.

Please, can you call me
any time day or night

if any problems crop up, okay?

- Thank you.
- Hey, I'm really sorry
for your loss.

Oh, crap.

Oh, no.

If you play like that against
Pierce, we're gonna tank.

Then it's goodbye
CIF championships.

Sorry, I'm just
a little off my game.

- Why?
- Why?

I mean, we know your dad died,
but that was, like, a while ago.

Jazz. Hey, I heard
you skipped the sat today.
Everything okay?

Everything's fine.
I'm just confident in my score.

If you were any other student,
I'd agree,

I just... I know things
are awful right now.

I worry you're gonna wake up
at the end of the semester

and you're gonna feel like
you let yourself down,

and I'd hate
for that to happen.

Thank you for the concern,
Ms. Paz.

I'll think about it.

Jazz, you okay?

Again, I am so sorry I'm late.

I'm just happy to see you.

Well, I'm happy
to see you too, Zack.

How you holding up?

I'm taking it
one day at a time.

And the girls?

Well, I mean,
pretty well considering.

- Thanks.
- There's a reason
I set this meeting.

I know you've been concerned
about Richard's work.

I have.

Well, right now, his books
are flying off the shelves

which sometimes happens
when an author passes.

But it won't be long
before people start to forget,

Richard's work starts
to fade away.

I have a feeling you wouldn't
want that to happen.

- I would be devastated.
- Me too.

That's why I'm hoping
you'd consider

stepping in
to be the brand leader.

Me? The brand leader?

It feels like the natural
progression for you to step in

as the face of the brand
now that Richard's gone.

I could give you
a cash advance.
A substantial one.

Uh, I don't know.

Look, I don't wanna
pressure you, Kris,

you know that,

but I believe
it's what Richard would want,

and it could help with
the assets being in probate.

Um, okay, um,

well, that would help
to solve the cashflow issue.

What would being
the brand leader entail?

Well, you'd become
a presence on the website
writing blog posts.

You'd write more books.
You'd support them
on book tours.

Book tours?

None of this has to happen
right now,

but I was hoping
we could make the announcement

when you give Richard's
national tribute on "Oprah."

Wait, what?

You're scheduled to go
on "Oprah" in ten days.

You mean in front
of 22 million people?

Kris, going on "Oprah"
is perfect.

She launched Richard's career.

Now she can
pass the Baton to you.

Zack, my fear
of public speaking is serious.

I could literally black out.

We will set up media coaching
for you to help you prepare.

I can do that.

I always thought
the "don't sweat" website
could be revamped.

I majored in graphic design,
so I can start that too.

Great. In fact,
our platform manager
Bentley Renwick

just moved here
from our New York offices.

I'm sure he can
meet with you today.

Kristine, it's so good
to finally meet you in person.

You look exactly
like your photo.

And you look like you.

I have absolutely no idea
what to say about your loss.

Those words are exactly right.

He was one of the kindest men
that I ever knew,

and he counseled me through a
very difficult time in my life.

A difficult time?

Yeah, it was when my wife...

Oh, no.
Your wife's not...

No, no.
My wife's still living,
just with another man.

- Oh.
- Yeah, she left me for her
gynecologist to be exact.

- I'm...
- Go ahead. You can laugh.

I would never laugh.
I mean, maybe a little.

How did Richard help?
Did he find her
another gynecologist?

No, he counseled me
through the worst of it.

Yeah. I really loved that guy.

Me too.

Well, it feels good to laugh.

- Yeah.
- It does.

You know, whenever Richard
would come to New York,

we always made it a point
to connect.

Hey, girls.

It's not wine,
but it'll do for now.

What's up?
What's going on?

Briana left a totally
inappropriate tribute
on dad's website.

I can't believe this.

She acts like she was in love
with dad or something.

I'm sure that's not it.
She's probably just hurting.

- Yeah, I can't deal
with this right now.
- Let me give you a taste.

"From the moment I stepped
into Richard's office,

I knew he needed
a woman's touch.

I'm so grateful to be
the woman who took care
of him day to day.

He'll live forever in my heart."

I mean, we know that Briana
believed in your dad's work.

She probably meant that
she was the one who worked

most closely to him
in the office.

Mom, she made it sound
like she and dad
were having an affair.

Well, they weren't.

The fact that she put this
on the website
is so disrespectful.

Can you please it take it down
and then fire her?

Well, I will deal
with the tribute,
but I am not firing Briana.

Can you please just this once

stop being acutely aware
of the choices you make

and just have an actual feeling?

- I have lots of feelings.
- Well, I don't see them.

I love you,
but it's been a long day

and I'm going to take a bath.

Isn't it odd your husband
was a master of de-stressing,

but he died of stress?

Oh, he didn't die from stress.

He died from
a pulmonary embolism.

It was reported in the news
he had a heart attack.

Well, the news is wrong.

Did you see any red flags

that your husband's health
was deteriorating?

He had some back issues,
but they weren't
life-threatening.

He seemed great
the day of the flight.

I don't... you know,
I don't know, I...

Maybe I should've known.

When it came to "don't sweat
the small stuff in love,"

the book you co-authored,
were you and Richard

able to walk the walk
or did you just talk the talk?

- We walked the walk.
- Were there any problems
in your marriage?

- Some hidden messiness?
- Can we just stop for a second?

It feels like I'm on trial,
not a media coaching session.

We're sorry, Kris.
Oprah will certainly
handle you with kid gloves.

But other media outlets
can be like sharks after chum.

There's guaranteeing
how they'll use excerpts.

- We want you to be fully
prepared for any attacks.
- Yes.

Why would the media attack me?

I just lost my husband.

It's when a public figure
is at their lowest
that the wolves come out.

But I'm not a public figure.

You will be after "Oprah."

- Why don't we continue?
- Okay.

Rings )

Jazz, do you have a minute?

Look, I'm sorry
that I keep on you.

It's just I've noticed
you still haven't turned in
that Salinger essay.

Yeah, I haven't been able
to really focus lately.

Yea, I get it, all right?
I do.

And I can extend your deadline
to a week, but that's it.

Ms. Paz,
there's really no point.

I don't see myself
ever finishing the essay.

Jazz, skipping
a follow-up sat is one thing,

but to not turn
in an assignment...

It's just, this isn't really
relevant to me anymore.

- Hey, Kenna.
- Hey.

- Hey, Kenna.
- Hey.

Have you been
on social media today?

No, not really.

Elyse and Akira
posted about you.

What did they post?

That the only reason
you made varsity was because
of who your dad was,

but now that he's gone,
their dad's gonna
move you down to JV.

Thanks for telling me.

Hey, Kenna.
I thought you were grabbing
a ride with Callie.

I'm not.
Please come get me, mom.

Ken, what's wrong?
Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay!
I just wish I was dead.

Kenna!

...Mean girls like you.

Do you have any idea
what kind of pain she's in?

- We're sorry about that.
- Are you okay?

Mom, there's people watching.

Kenna, I need to know
you're okay.

Talk to me.
What happened?

This isn't any
of your business.

Look, can we just go?
Can we just leave?

Yeah, just get in the car.
I'll get jazzy.

Look, it's not like
we can change the decision
our dad made.

- Oh, really?
We'll see about that.
- Jazzy. Come on, now.

Better take those posts down,
otherwise I'll make
your lives hell!

Get in the car now, young lady.
Please. Oh, my gosh.

Kenna, you have to promise me

to never ever say
"I wish I was dead" again.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry too.

Sorry that her friends
are such big assholes?

Yes, that her friends
are such big assholes,

but we have to remember
that those girls
are having a hard time too.

Having your parents
get a divorce is not the same
as having your dad die.

- Maybe there's
a lesson in all of this.
- Come on.

I mean, your dad would say,
"remember god's fingerprints
are on everything."

I'm not playing soccer anymore.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm done playing soccer.

Well, you can't be done.
You've been playing
since you were five.

I'm not that girl anymore.

Even if I wanted to,

I can't go back.

- But...
- Mom, just leave her alone.

Okay.

- Mom, can you knock?
- Oh, I wanted to remind you

that we're leaving
in ten minutes
for the Berkeley tour.

I don't think it's a good idea
to leave Kenna home alone.

She can come with us.

Jazzy, what's wrong?

What's going on?

Berkeley was dad's dream,

and now he's not here
to share it with me.

I know. It's horrible.

It's so unfair,

and it's good to remember
that life's not fair.

It helps us do the best we can
with what we've got.

Are you serious right now?

Are you actually quoting
chapter 17 of dad's book?

- Oh, I didn't...
- "Surrender to the fact
that life isn't fair"?

Before dad died,
you were the parent who didn't
expect us to be perfect.

What, and now
you're the one pushing it?

I never expect you
to be perfect,

and neither did your dad.

But his fans did.
Our friends did.

God forbid I said
something bitchy when it was
that time of the month.

My friends would say,
"chapter 68, jazz.

'Happy where you are
right now.'

or "chapter 85, jazz,
'transform your life
into your problems.'"

I mean, I couldn't
even menstruate in peace.

I know you're hurting,
and you're angry,

but, honey, it would break
my heart if you sabotaged
going to Berkeley.

- Berkeley already accepted me.
- What? Really?

- Really.
- Oh!

Oh, my god!
That's amazing.
Oh, my gosh.

I can't believe it!

I mean, I can believe it,
my bright, bright child.

Oh, my gosh. I mean,
when did you find out?

- A month ago.
- A month?

Why didn't you tell me?

I knew you'd just be upset.

- Why would I be upset?
- Because I'm not going.

What did you say?

I'm declining Berkeley.

- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.

Honey, after all of your hard
work to meet those standards?

From now on,
I'm not living up to anyone's
standards but my own.

After graduation,
I'm moving in with Henry

and I'm going to
Marin county jc with him.

Don't do that.
Please don't do that.

I know your dad
wanted this for you,

and he's not here
to see it happen,

- but please
don't throw it all away.
- I've made up my mind.

Look, I'm not gonna be
happy at Berkeley.

I've made up my mind,
and you're going,
and that's the end of it.

Mom, there is nothing
you can do to make me go.

The girls are going
off the rails.

I've totally
lost control of them.

I try to pick my battles
like you always did.

I keep screwing up.

You don't have to be
two parents to them, Kris.

You just need to be one parent

who's going through
the worst moment of her life.

My phone is pinging.

Let it go.

Just stay right here with me.

- I can't.
- Stay with me, Kris.

- Stay with me.
- I can't.

- I love you, Kris.
- I can't.

- Stay...
- I can't.

Oh, damn it. Now what?

- Hey, Briana.
- Oh, hi. Hi, Kris.

- It's really good to see you.
- What are you drinking?

Iced tea.

I was hoping
you'd say ketel one.

It's gotta be 12:00 somewhere.

- Uh, can I get
an iced tea please?
- Of course.

So, Kris, I have to say,
I have been so impressed

by the beautiful design work
you've done on the website.

I think it's an excellent use
of your talent.

Thank you,
but I suspect that's not why

you wanted
to talk to me in person.

You're right,
and I can understand

that what I'm about to say
might be hard to hear,

and I don't like
sneaking around
behind people's backs.

It's just not how I operate.

- Okay.
- Look, I worked really
closely with Richard

over the last five years,
right?

I managed
all of his media events,

I oversaw every book
that he edited,

and I helped him with copy
on his speaking engagements.

I just, I understand
the depths of his wisdom,

and I feel like
I could pick up
where he left off.

- What?
- Look, I know that you
were Richard's wife...

- I am Richard's wife.
- But public speaking
and writing,

they're not really
your, um, passion.

Well, perhaps it's out
of my comfort zone, but...

We're coming up on
two months since he passed.

Two months, one week,
and one day.

I want to become
the "don't sweat" brand leader.

I spoke with Zack
at Harpeth Lane yesterday,

and I asked him if I could write

"don't sweat
the small stuff for women,"

and he said it was up to you,

that I needed
your blessing first.

And I need to stop you
right there.

I never said no
to being the brand leader.

I never said no to
writing the next book.

I just don't want to be
pushed into Richard's shoes
before I'm ready.

Somebody needs
to step into the vacuum

and pick up the pieces
or the brand will die.

Briana, I have a plane to catch
to Chicago this afternoon.

I'm giving a tribute
to Richard on "Oprah" tomorrow.

That's all I can
focus on right now.

Wait, you're gonna be
on "Oprah" tomorrow?

- That's' right.
- You realize that show
will be broadcast

around the entire world, right?

Yes, I do.

It's the start of me
taking charge of the...

It's a start. Ahem.
It's the start of...

- I'm taking...
- Wait, Kris.

Kris, are you okay?

I can't speak.

You're supposed to gargle
with hot salt water,

then swish with
apple cider vinegar,

then drink tea
with slippery elm.

Mom, coffee's only gonna
make it worse.

I'll get it.

No, Mr. Avery,
she can't speak at all.

She can barely even whisper.

Okay. Yes.
I'll let her know.

Oprah's producers
totally understand,

but they won't be able to
reschedule you until the fall.

It's not your fault.

You lost your voice.
What are you gonna do?

Mom, coach Lem and Mrs. Lem
are at the door.

- What do they want?
- I don't know.

They got really mad,
so I just kind of
left them there.

Don't worry. I got it.

My mom lost her voice,
so she can't talk.

What do you want?

We tried to mediate with
the girls on the soccer team.

But they've decided
to disinvite Kenna

from riding on their bus
to the spring formal.

Kenna may not be friends
with Elyse and Akira anymore,

but all the other girls
on the team still love her.

Not right now,

because apparently Kenna
snitched to principal Watson

- that Akira and Elyse...
- Had weed in their lockers?

Obviously,
we didn't know about,
you know, the marijuana,

and we're not happy about it.

But we think
they were self-medicating

to handle the challenges
we've had as a family.

Though we are
working through them.

Because of Kenna's actions,

our girls were
suspended for a week.

They're going to miss
three CIF games.

Which means the other girls
are the team are affected,
and they're not happy.

Well, then you should know
Kenna wasn't the one who
snitched on your daughters.

It was me.

I told them to take
their post about Kenna down

or I'd make their lives hell.

They did not take my advice.

Your daughters are
like evil little minions,

and you should tell them
to stay away from my sister.

Wow, Kris.
I guess you were right.

You do have your issues.

And if I were you,
I'd teach her some manners.

You sure you don't want
to go to the school concert
with us, mom?

I'm just not up for it.
You girls go ahead
and have a good time.

- Call if you
need anything, okay?
- Okay. Thank you.

- Have fun tonight.
- See you.

Kris, hi.

Sorry to just
stop by like this.

I tried to call on your cell,
but you never picked up.

I thought we could edit
the final mockup together.

Hey.

Hey, it's okay.
Come here.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

All right.

I think I've got
the recipe right.

Is it supposed
to smell this bad?

It smells better
than it tastes.

Aw, it's disgusting,

but it seems to be working.

Um, thank you
for taking care of me.

But I'm okay, so don't feel
like you have to stay.

Are you sure?

'Cause I don't mind
staying if you need.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I don't know
if I believe it anymore.

The things that
Richard and I lived by

for the past 25 years...

I mean,
"seek first to understand"?

"Make peace with imperfection"?

Oh, god. It...

None of it seems to matter
when the love of your life
just drops dead, you know?

I mean, I guess
I'm supposed to remember

that everything has god's
fingerprints on them, and...

It feels so stupid
and pointless...

...to do anything
when all I want to be
is so goddamn angry.

Who is he?

Girls, what are you doing home?

Jazz wasn't feeling well,
so we left early.

- I asked who is he?
- This Mr. Renwick.

He's helping me
with the website redesign.

- Hi there.
- It doesn't look like that's
what he's helping you with.

- Jazzy, don't get riled up.
- No. No, I wanna get riled up.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

Sorry I upset you.
That's the last thing
I wanted to do.

- I'm sorry.
- It's fine.

Did you have to be so rude
to my guest?

- Really?
- Jazzy, just stop.

For months you haven't
talked about anything

except putting on a brave face
and wanting us to be okay,

learning that there's
a lesson in all of this.

You don't share your pain
or your fears or your doubts,

but with some random stranger
you spill everything?

- Were you eavesdropping?
- We didn't have to eavesdrop.
We could hear you.

Do you think your dad
would lay his concerns on you
if were the one who died?

No, he would be strong.

He would make you feel safe
and taken care of.

He was our great protector,

and now that he's gone,
that's what I need to be.

We don't need you
to protect us, mom.

We need you to be human.

Do you have anything
to say about this?

I mean, are you upset at all?

I'm already upset
most of the time,
so this isn't that different!

And, jazzy, you shouldn't
even be angry!

It's not good for the...

It's not good for the what?

What the hell?
I should just tell her.

Tell me what?

I'm pregnant.

How did this happen?

Okay, I know how it happened.
Where do you think you're going?

- I'm staying
at Henry's tonight.
- No, you're not.

- We need to talk about this.
- No, we don't.

Why didn't you tell me
you were sexually active?

I would've gotten you
birth control.

I'm not an idiot, mom.
I used birth control.

I'm part of the .8% of women

that still gets pregnant even
after using the pill accurately.

- How far along are you?
- 8 weeks.

And you wanna keep the baby?

I can't believe
you just asked me that.

I don't want you
to ruin your life.

My life's already ruined.

This baby and Henry
are the only chance that
my life could be good again.

- Kenna? Where are you going?
- To Callie's house.

She's only one on the team
who hasn't ditched me.

Both of you girls stop
this instant.

What do I have to say
to make you stay?

That I miss your dad so much
that it feels like

my heart's been ripped out

and thrown on the ground
and stomped on?

That I can't process my grief
as fast as life wants me to

so I'm feel like
I'm constantly failing?

'Cause I don't know
what the hell I'm doing,

and that's
what's really going on.

I don't know what the hell
I'm doing.

So both of you,
take your bags and unpack them,

because you are
not going anywhere.

We might not
like each other right now,

but we are still family.

- I'm gonna miss you.
- I'm gonna miss you too.

What's wrong?

It's just this is big stuff,
Richard.

We weren't ready
for the big stuff.

I'm sure
it feels that way, Kris,

but we were.

All the work we did together?

It contains these simple
little shards of light.

And when we string the
hose bits of light together
piece by piece,

over time they light our path
through the big stuff.

It's gonna take time,
sweetheart,

and it's gonna be messy.

But you will get through this.

What do I always tell you
when you doubt yourself?

That I'm enough.

Sweetheart,
you are more than enough,

and you don't have
to do it alone.

Ken, Ken, wake up!

- What is it?
- I need your help.
Come on.

Mom, what's going on?
What was that sound?

The terrace below the house
is rupturing.

- What does that mean?
Is that bad?
- It's bad.

- Well, did you call 911?
- The phones aren't working.

We don't have time to get help.

Well, mom, is our house gonna,
like, slide down the hill?

- I don't think so.
- Well, that's reassuring.

We're gonna let anything
happen to our house.

- How?
- You just get some raincoats
and rain boots...

- Okay, what do I do?
- Find some... a flashlight.

- There's none in here.
Um, okay.
Ah, I've got one.

- Explain how it got this bad.
- It doesn't work!

- Okay, I'll find batteries.
- I didn't know that
if there was a big storm

our house could slide
off the foundation.

Found 'em!

They don't work!

- Okay, it's fine. Just go.
- Put on your coats.

Okay.

Okay, we gotta take those bags
and put them under the terrace

- to keep it from sliding.
- Wait, how much do they weigh?

- Oh, 50 to 80 pounds.
- That's a wide spread, mom!

No, no, no, no, no.
I don't want any
heavy lifting from you.

We gotta protect that baby.

Okay.
What can I do to help?

You can open the garage door.

- Here.
- That's 80 pounds.

We can do that a million
more times, no problem.

Pregnancy does have its perks.

Let's go.

Come on, mom.

We're almost there.
Keep going.

Steady, steady!
Steady, down.

Shoot. Shoot!

I'll get it.
I'll get it.

Stay there, mom. I'm coming!

This is crazy.

Let's go.

Okay, come on.

Well, there go our lights.

Come on, we have to hurry.

- Mom, I, like, can't see!
- It's okay, Kenna.

Just keep going.

- Ah!
- I thought you could
use some light!

Mom, you're right, okay?

We can't let anything
happen to our home,
so we gotta keep moving.

That's good, girls.

Keep going!
Look behind you!

- Aah!
- Mom, are you okay?

I'm okay.

Oh, shoot!

That's the last bag,
mom, we did it!

Mrs. Carlson.

Mrs. Carlson.
Mrs. Carlson, are you okay?

Good morning, Mr. Stephens.

Are you okay?
Are you hurt?

A little bit longer night
than I expected.

- Hey, are you girls okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- The baby okay?
- Mm-hmm.

I came out because
I was worried about

what the storm might've
done to the foundation.

I couldn't get here last night,

and I know Richard would've
wanted me to handle it.

- I know...
- Richard would understand.

I promise.
Everything's okay.

- At least I think it is.
- Yeah! I mean...

I mean,
look at what we did, mom.

- I'm so proud. Good girls.
- Wow.

Wow, you guys did
a really great job.

- Let me check it out.
- Okay.

Well, I think
the baby's hungry.

I think all the babies
are hungry.

- You guys want breakfast?
- Mm-hmm.

All right, let's go. Let's go.

- French toast?
- You got it.

With strawberries
and pancakes.

A little light reading.

Where are you, Stephen King?

"An hour to live,
an hour to love"?

Just read it.

I'm not ready, Richard.
I'm not ready to write the book.

Why?

Because if I do,

it means you're truly gone.

It's time to let go,
sweetheart.

It's time.

I'll never forget you, Kris.

I'll never forget
our two magnificent daughters.

Thank you for sharing
your life with me.

Everything's going
to be fine now.

You have great wisdom

and so much
to look forward to.

I love you beyond words,
my darling.

This has been
a magnificent journey.

- Hi, Briana.
- Kris.

I needed to talk to you
and it had to be in person.

Oh, okay. Please, sit.

Oh, I would prefer to stand.
It won't take long.

- All right.
- From this moment on,

I'm taking on all brand leader
responsibilities.

That includes managing
the website,

writing all future books,

and working with the media
to help the brand grow.

Kris, I don't think
you fully understand...

I don't think
you fully understand.

I'm Kristine Carlson,

Richard Carlson's wife
and partner of 25 years.

Every word that Richard wrote
in those books

has my fingerprints on them,

and absolutely no one

understands his deep wisdom
the way I do.

I took the tribute down.

Richard never was...
We were never...

It was only me.

The feelings were one-sided.

I know.

Life can be unpredictable.

You might often feel
events you planned

aren't turning out
the way you wanted.

While it may be true
that we feel

we can map out
every aspect of our lives,

occasionally
we get thrown a curveball.

It may feel like you're flying
by the seat of your pants

with little control over
the outcome of certain events.

But sometimes, what initially
appears to be a negative

is the stepping stone
to a greater success.

If you look at life
as a school ground

and have faith that things
will work out in the end,

you can see life's
twists and turns

as opportunities
to become more loving,

chances to grow more accepting
of life on life's terms.

You may not always be clear
about the purpose

of unplanned,
seemingly mistimed events.

Your choice is to either
doom yourself

in the gloom and misery
of uncertainty

or to forge ahead and maintain
an optimistic attitude

that things will only get
better from here.

As I look back on my own life,

there were many unexpected
twists and turns.

You're all set, Mrs. Carlson.

I'm so glad
you're doing the show.

Richard's fans need to see you.

Well, we all need to see you.

And while some of them
were painful...

All right, Kris.
It's time.

- You ready?
- Thanks, Briana.

I am.

I learned part
of the adventure of life

is not knowing
what's going to happen next.

And often, what happens next

is greater
than our original plans."

Mom!

Mom, mom!

Mom, mom!
You've gotta wake up.

- Kenna? Kenna?
- You have to get up.
We have to go.

What? Why?
Is something wrong?

- Henry just called about jazz.
- What, when?

She's in the hospital.
She's in labor.
The doctors had to induce her.

Oh, it's okay, honey.
She's two weeks overdue.

- They said
they might have to induce.
- It's not about that.

Henry says the doctors
are worried about
a blood clot in jazzy's leg.

That's just like dad.
That's the same thing
that happened to dad.

Kenna, are you sure about this?

Henry says they have
to get the baby out now
or jazzy could die.

Oh, my god. Okay, okay.

- Henry!
- Kris, Kenna, thank god
you guys are here.

They just sent me
out of the room.

Henry, we're managing
the blood clot.

We've injected
jazz with heparin,
a blood thinning agent,

- but we need to deliver now.
- Okay.

Oh, I'm afraid
everyone but the father
will have to wait here.

Oh.

- All right, jazzy.
- We need you to push again.

- I can't do it.
- Keep pushing!

You're doing great, jazzy.
You're doing great.

- I can't! I'm too tired!
- One more push.

We're so close.
We're so close, jazzy.
Keep going.

One, two, three.

Mom, I'm scared.

- We'll get through this.
- How do you know?

Because the carlsons
are strong women.

Yeah.
Yeah, we're survivors.

- Hey there.
- Hi, hi.

I wish dad were here.

Yeah, me too, honey.

But he's still here.

All the love he gave us?
It's part of who we are now.

And in that way,
he'll never be gone.

Do you want to hold
your grandson?

- I would love that.
- Okay, here you go.

- Oh.
- There you go, baby.

- Hi.
- Oh, he's so precious.

Hi, little man. Oh, hi.

What are you gonna name him?

Caden.

Nice. Caden.

Caden Richard.

He opened his eyes.

He has your father's eyes.

Aw, you beautiful boy.

Hi, Caden. Hi.

I'm your grandma.

♪ Fallen asleep
under the stars ♪

♪ driving the milky way
in a dream car ♪

♪ living a hard life ♪

♪ without a care
in the world ♪

♪ a care in the world ♪

♪ slowly dancing
on the moon ♪

♪ to "I will always love you" ♪

♪ and don't I miss
hearing that song ♪

♪ on the radio ♪

♪ take me away ♪

♪ don't be afraid ♪

♪ 'cause they always say ♪

♪ let go of your fears ♪

♪ 'cause we all
make mistakes in life ♪

♪ but I swear we're gonna
get it right ♪

♪ we're gonna give it
all another try ♪

♪ that's what
I'm dreaming of ♪