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Lilies of the valley in the garden

bowed their delicate white bonnets

to the pounding rain...

...as the woman inside braved the unknown.

I've never had mutton before.

Yeah, it tastes exactly like I imagined it would.

It's very, um...

...mutton-y.

Apologies. My stew isn't really meant for others.

It's just for me.

I think we need more Malbec.

Oh, yes, please. Twist my arm.

-That's good, thank you. -Mm.

Well, you can... blame the rain.

It ruined my plans to take you for a proper meal.

I was very surprised to get your invitation.

You know, I thought your credo was "work, work, work."

This is work.

You're still talking about the stew?

So... I'm doing Margaret Thatcher, right?

And I'm down here and I'm banging away at her every night.

Oh, good Lord.

I don't think this is

appropriate dinner conversation.

And I think I've got my first chapter

to a point where my approach is lucid.

But, would you...

would you read it?

Really?

I never show my work in progress to anyone,

but with her, I need an outside female eye.

Well?

Will you?

I'll read your first chapter if you read mine.

Of course.

And when you read what I'm, um, I'm calling a novel,

just don't think Great Expectations.

Think "Lower Your Expectations."

Oh my gosh, Duncan served me the worst meal

of my entire life. Mutton stew.

So, now I've got "acid reflux of the lambs."

-Who's Duncan? -Aidan!

Duncan. My downstairs neighbor.

Ugh.

Do you not listen when I'm talking?

No, I listen. Duncan.

-Like the doughnuts. -Yes.

Like the doughnuts.

And they say we Americans aren't cultured.

Alright, well, I'm a better listener in person,

so get ready for a whole lot of listening,

'cause I'm coming up.

I'm sorry, what? I wasn't listening.

Ha-ha, good one.

Wyatt's doing this wilderness program

in Wyoming for a week!

-Really? -Yeah, and it was his idea.

He found it online, we vetted it, all cool.

I don't know, it's a real breakthrough, Carrie.

Him, you know, taking the initiative to change things up.

Wow, that's great.

That's fantastic. Good for him.

Can't wait to see my girl next week

and do some listening.

And some other things.

I know what you're sayin'.

Oh.

Hi, guys.

How'd you sleep?

Rise and shine, beauty.

I let you sleep in.

It's... It's 7:00 a.m.

Not in Bali! I've had three cups already.

Oh.

-I like the service here. -Well, don't get used to it.

You've hit the three-day limit.

It's part of your exit package.

Hey.

You'll be happy to know

that Seema may have found me an apartment.

Sappho and Socrates will be even happier.

I don't think they like me.

Yeah, they are still on the fence.

She sent a link.

And it's a winner.

Perfect!

You didn't even look.

Just get out.

Jesting aside, you're welcome to stay.

No.

I'm a grown woman with a son.

I can't become a lesbian cliché and move in after "hello."

Thank God. That's exactly what I was thinking.

Good.

Mm.

Hey.

Speaking of my son,

I would like you to meet Brady.

Oh.

-Okay. -Yeah?

Brady. That's such a lovely name.

What's the story there?

Oh, it's his, uh, father's last name...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Much too much information.

Oh! Charlotte!

-Oh. -Charlotte, hello!

Bitsy, hi.

You know someone who has the Big C too?

No!

Why would you even think that?

Because you're going

into Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center.

I... I don't know anyone.

I'm... I'm just going in to volunteer.

-Oh! -To help the people

that I don't know with cancer.

How wonderful!

Should I go in and volunteer as well with you?

No, no.

There aren't that many volunteers needed.

Oh.

You know, also... you're always so busy, socially.

Which reminds me!

I am gonna see you next week

at the "Tea Time at Tiffany's" event.

Fun, fun!

What "Tea Time at Tiffany's" event?

I... I don't know anything about a "Tea Time at Tiffany's" event.

Yes, um, it's just tea in the private club

-with some influencers. -Hmm.

I... I'm going as Carrie's plus-one.

I may not be an influencer,

but I was the first person to buy a Schlumberger parrot brooch

after the Beyoncé ad came out.

Yes. Um, I... I better go.

Oh, oh. Go, go!

I... I'll send the flagship store manager

my purchase totals for last year.

Breakfast at Tiffany's? Please.

They owe me breakfast, lunch, and dinner!

-Yes. -Ha, ha! Yeah! Mm.

♪ Hey, wasn't it me who said ♪

♪ That nothin' good's gonna last forever? ♪

♪ And wasn't it me who said let's just be glad ♪

♪ For the time together ♪

♪ It must have been ha... ♪

I never thought this day would come, Rocco.

But Poust and Patel paid the lease on this car, and...

...right now,

I can't afford the overhead.

As soon as the Patel Group is up and on its feet...

I will come back for you.

And, when you return the car, take my vanity plates.

No, please don't get out.

Just be easier this way.

♪ Well, I can say goodbye ♪

♪ In the cold mornin' light ♪

♪ But I can't watch love die ♪

♪ In the warmth of the night ♪

♪ If I've got to be strong... ♪

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

You realize it's not been made public yet.

This is a whisper listing.

Oh, my God! It's perfect!

I looked for months with my other broker,

and he never found any place like this.

You're amazing!

Well, not gonna lie... I am.

You are!

Okay, so I happen to know the sellers are looking

for 150 over asking.

Offer that, and it's yours.

Oh. Well, I don't believe in that.

Don't believe in what?

The whole "offer over asking" thing.

-It's gross. -"It's gross"?

I'm not familiar with that negotiating phrase.

Manhattan real estate

is already overpriced, and they expect me to pay more?

Sorry. No. I won't be part of the problem.

Okay, well, this isn't a mission statement,

it's an apartment.

If you want it, that's what it will take.

Well, if that's what it takes,

then it's not for me. On principle.

You said it was perfect. What's a principle

versus a perfect apartment?

Hear that?

Yappy dog next door.

So, not so perfect.

Well, there are a lot of things in life that are not so perfect.

But you keep going.

Seema, I believe in you.

You will find me a place just as perfect as this,

minus the over-asking.

Just FYI, I work in real estate, not un-real estate.

You're amazing. You said so yourself.

If you choose radiation,

I'll be here every day...

...to pick you up and drop you off.

-And if you choose surgery... -We'll just tell people,

what, that I'm going in for a facelift?

You don't need a facelift.

Well, now there's some good news.

It's all good news, honey.

He said at this stage, at your age,

with your health, it's 98% curable.

Yep. I just gotta decide between long-term bowel dysfunction

or long-term erectile dysfunction.

So, win-win.

He said possible long-term bowel dysfunction

and possible long-term erectile dysfunction.

He has to tell you the worst-case scenario.

Listen...

I'm thinking surgery.

Just get it out and be done with it.

Whatever you think.

Either way, everything is gonna be fine.

-I love you, Pollyanna. -Mm.

I love you too.

♪ I'ma checkmate, y'all ♪

♪ We in the castle, not ridin'... ♪

Buongiorno. What can I do for you?

Signora?

His eyes are up here, ma'am.

Oh my gosh, Anthony!

This line, it's like the old Barneys Warehouse sale,

but instead of Balenciaga, it's bread.

Okay, here you go, ma'am.

A cappuccino, half oat milk, half skim,

one shot, I'm exhausted.

-Thank you. -I did the impossible.

Hold the applause and the standing ovation.

Oh, I knew you would come through!

Look.

-Whoa. -Wow.

Oh, oh!

Oh, this is Harry! I've gotta answer this.

I... I'm gonna take it over there.

I mean, he's just calling to say "hi."

He... he really does this all the time, no big deal.

It's maybe more perfect than the prior one,

because it's a condo.

So, no snooty co-op board,

and no noisy animals next door. Pet-free.

Wait a minute. What about dogs?

-Dogs are pets. -Well, you don't have a dog.

Yeah, but Joy has two.

Oh my. Doggie sleepovers?

We're at that level of intimacy already?

-Maybe. -Ooh.

She's meeting Brady on Friday.

Really?

When will you be introducing her to me?

Soon. The point is...

That you love Brady more than you love me.

Joy is way more attached to her dogs than me at this point.

I'm pretty sure, if there's no dogs,

there's no Joy.

And there's no other two bedrooms

in that area at this price.

It is either this, you bid over on the whisper listing,

or light candles to whatever deity

specializes in real-estate miracles.

You have till Friday at 5:00.

Hmm.

Make it a little tighter.

-Oh, that's good. -Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, it's Chauncey,

my husband's campaign manager.

He's been harassing me all week.

You bowl once, and he thinks

you're up for every baklava bake-off in Queens.

Guy's got some big cajónes for somebody named Chauncey.

-Right? -Yeah.

Well, I'm about to break the sacred rule

of mothers everywhere and put this in silent mode.

-Quite a few people I would like to put on silent mode. -Mm.

You're not one of 'em. So, I'm thinking...

Thanks again.

No!

I...

Fuck!

I just... I...

I can't believe this. It's so stupid.

I mean, I thought that, you know, throwing a pebble

at your window would be... would be cute.

'Cause it's our thing.

I think maybe we need a new thing.

Jesus Christ, it was just a little... a little tap.

Must've just hit wrong.

Mm, it must have.

These windows survived the Mexican War,

the Civil War...

the draft riots of '63.

As in 1863.

Hurricane Sandy.

Fuck me.

-Fuck, fuck. -Ooh, Aidan. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Watch it. You're gonna get cut.

Me? You're... You're not... you're not wearing any shoes.

Why... why are you not wearing any shoes?

Oh. It's Duncan, you know, the downstairs neighbor

and noise and...

It's a whole thing.

Okay, look, I can... I can fix this.

I'll, uh, I'll find a glazier, and he'll just...

he'll come here and replace the glass.

Well, you... you can't replace that glass.

They do it all day long. Yes, he can.

No, he can't. That glass is...

That glass is really old and it's, you know,

it's, like, really delicate and wavy and...

makes rainbows when the...

sun hits it in a certain way.

You're making me feel worse.

I'm sorry, I'm not... I'm not trying to.

It's just, new glass just isn't the same.

Then, I'll... I'll find you old glass.

I'll fucking find you old glass.

Aidan, seriously, we'll just...

honestly, we'll have someone come and fix it.

Why is nothing going my way?

Wh...

What's not going your way?

Wyatt wouldn't get on the fucking airplane.

No, I... I thought he really wanted to go.

Yeah, well.

He changed his mind at the gate.

And we were like, "Uh-uh, sorry.

It's only a week, you're going."

And then, the whole way home...

Kathy's just sittin' in the car in silence.

And we pull up to the farm, and then, y-you know,

she looks at me right in my face and she's like, you know,

"What did we do that was so bad

that we had to send our kid to the Grand Tetons?"

And she's crying, and...

-Aidan, honey. -No, no, no!

Do not feel bad for me, okay? Don't... don't come over here.

Just, in fact, why... why don't you go put some shoes on?

Okay, but please be careful.

Too late for that.

Okay. Yikes.

Yes, exactly!

-Cut back to her right there. -Okay.

It's like you're inside my head!

And there it is. Boom, boom.

Oh, God, you're so intuitive!

Really? Wow. Can I get that in writing?

Because my wife thinks I am clueless.

Oh, you're married?

I did not know that you were married.

-Yeah, I just like to keep work and personal separate. -Yeah.

-That's it. -Absolutely.

Yeah.

Herbert! An in-office visit?

To what do I owe this honor?

Oh, this is my editor, married.

Mar... Marion!

Marion, this is my husband,

Herbert.

Hey, uh, it's nice to finally meet you.

Yeah, it's... you too.

Can, uh, can you give us a minute, please?

-Absolutely. -Yeah.

-I'll, uh, I'll get a refill. -Okay.

Yeah.

I've been trying to reach you, but your phone's

-been turned off. -Yeah, I turned it off

-because of Chauncey... -Baby.

-It's your father. -What about Daddy?

He had a stroke.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Well, what... what hospital?

-I'll... I'll go to him now. -No, no, no, Lis.

It's too late.

He's gone.

What do you mean, "He's gone"?

-No. -I'm sorry.

-No! No! -I'm sorry, baby.

-No. -I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-That's my daddy. -I know.

I'm sorry.

Hey! I tried to call you earlier,

but your voicemail was full.

Yeah, there've been a lot of calls, Charlotte.

My father died.

Oh, my God. When?

This afternoon.

He had a stroke out of nowhere, and, um...

Oh, no.

I mean, yes, he was elderly,

but the doctor at his last appointment

said he was in amazing shape.

Amazing shape.

I... I'm so sorry, Lisa.

And they let me see him

at the hospital, but he was already gone when I got there

because I stupidly put my phone on silent mode to edit.

So, I never really got to say goodbye

because of work.

Work that he raised you to do.

Thank you, Charlotte. Thank you for saying that.

That's enough. I... I've been crying all day,

and I have to find a way to stop crying.

No, you let yourself cry.

No, there's so much to do.

I have a million emails coming in.

No. No!

This can't be happening.

What? What can't be happening?

I just got an email blast

inviting me to my own father's funeral!

Who does she think she is?!

Who does who think she is?

Lucille Highwater,

failed actress turned general manager

of my father's theater

and the perfect reason for me to stop crying!

I'm gonna blast Lucille with an email of my own.

Come on. Come on!

Come on!

A low drop to the center,

and that's good to get him on.

Do you know how much I love you?

Yeah, I do. I do. I do.

-Honey. -Wha...

-Look at me. -Can I look at you

-after this pitch? -Baby.

Lisa just called me and told me

that her father died suddenly.

Suddenly? Wasn't he almost 90?

Yes, but the doctor had told her

that he was in good health.

Oh... oh, o-okay, okay. I see what's happening here.

'Cause the doctor just told us that I was in good health.

Aside from the cancer.

-He steals home! -What!

Wh... No, no! He stole home!

Charlotte, look what you made me miss!

Baby, I am sorry.

But that is a game, and this is life,

and we have got to be here for every moment.

Okay, okay.

Okay, look, last time we talked about this,

nothing bad was gonna happen to me. Right?

And I'm sorry about Lisa's father.

Please, send my condolences.

But can I please have my Pollyanna back?

Of course.

Hard drive into third.

Quick throw to second. Ball over the turn...

-Harry, I love you. -I love you, Polly.

But I'm not taking my eyes off the game again.

A triple play! Oh, my God, unbelievable!

I have never seen a play like that in my life!

Hey, I put Shoe in her room.

Coast is clear.

I found a place with a warehouse full of vintage French windows.

Look at this, all shapes and sizes, in Scranton, PA.

I say we rent a truck tomorrow,

we go down, see what they got.

Honey, we're not trucking to Pennsylvania tomorrow.

-Come to bed. -It... it's two and a half hours.

Let's go find a rainbow.

I've got an event at Tiffany's.

Oh. Okay, I... I'll go.

You can't keep a damn plywood plug in there.

Okay, so, you know, we'll call someone.

Regular glass is fine.

-Come to bed, I miss you. -Okay, just give me...

give me five minutes.

I'm gonna find an antique glass place closer to here

'cause I broke it and I'm gonna fix it.

-Five minutes. -Okay.

Aidan? Aidan, honey?

♪ They told you not to put all your eggs in one basket ♪

♪ To have a plan B for safer landing ♪

♪ But the universe wants you to ask it ♪

♪ For that which you need, and it will answer ♪

-♪ A little hope ♪ -Hello!

-How are you today? -♪ Makes its nest ♪

♪ In the rafters ♪

Oh, I just love coming to Tiffany's,

even if it's just to look in the windows.

Oh, don't say "windows," it triggers me.

-What? -Aidan smashed the window

-in my gorgeous French door yesterday. -No!

-Yeah. -How did that happen?

Ugh, it was an accident, a...

A romantic gesture gone wrong.

And then I made it worse by saying that the old glass

-couldn't be replaced. -Oh!

We haven't seen each other in two months

and then we didn't make love because he was up late

looking for windows... yes... and then he left town...

...to search for antique glass

before I woke up.

Oh!

Hmm.

Everything's just so fragile.

Okay, wait. What's happening now? Are...

Are you about to cry over my French doors?

It's just... everything.

Lisa's father died yesterday.

No!

Oh, no, I'm so sorry.

Well, will you tell me when the funeral is?

'Cause I... you know, I would... I would want to attend.

Of course, of course. I should've told you earlier.

-No, no, no, no. -But my mind is just all over the place.

-I mean... -Attention, Tiffany shoppers!

-Hi! -Oh, Bitsy!

-Oh, good, you were invited! -I sure was!

My invitation was in spam!

-Oh. -This is why

I don't believe in the E-vite!

-Ugh, I'm right there with ya. -Oh, Carrie.

Can you believe it? For a New York minute,

I actually thought Bitsy von Muffling

had fallen off the A-List.

You? Never.

Oh, and I get to see you this weekend

at the Townsend boat party!

-Ooh! -Townsend boat party?

I don't know anything about a Townsend boat party.

Isn't... isn't the event this way?

Uh, I... I better check my spam.

-Oh. -I did it again!

-Hello, Lucille. -Uh, uh, uh, uh!

Theater business. Sorry.

I am also sorry to drag you here,

all the way across the bridge from Park Avenue.

I thought it was important that we talk.

Oh, I thought it was important that we talk as well.

But first...

I like your purse.

Oh, uh, thank you.

Michael Kors.

Hey, Miss Lisa! Nice to see you again.

-Can I bring you the usual? -Yes, ma'am.

One chicken and waffles.

The same, Loubelle.

I am so sorry for your loss.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Lucille, I was somewhat taken aback

to receive an invitation from you

inviting me to my own father's funeral service.

Oh, I prefer "Homegoing,"

as I referred to it on my invite.

Right.

So, I guess what it is I came "all the way across the bridge"

to discuss is, why is it your invite?

And let me tell you why.

When I was sitting with your father, day to day,

over these last 20 years,

doing everything I could do to raise money,

to keep his beloved Newark Free Theater afloat,

your father would say to me,

"Oh, Lisa's busy. Don't bother her with this.

And don't bother Lisa with that."

So, when it came to his Homegoing, I thought to myself,

"Don't bother Lisa with this."

It is not a bother.

Well, now see, that's news to me.

-Here we go. -Why don't we go ahead and eat

-and then we can continue our conversation. -There you go, sweetheart.

Miss Loubelle, may I have some hot sauce, please?

Don't trouble yourself, Loubelle, I got some right here.

In the Michael Kors purse

her dear devoted daddy gifted me.

I think Sappho kinda smiled at me,

but maybe it's wishful thinking.

I have to tell you something before Brady gets here.

Oh. Okay.

You know how you are with my dogs?

Adorable?

Tentative.

That's how I am with people's children.

I don't know if they don't like me or I don't like them,

but it's always awkward. So, sorry in advance.

Understood.

And are you also saying something else?

What I'm saying is,

when it comes to children, I'm on the fence.

It's probably why I've never had a girlfriend

with a child before now.

Am I your girlfriend?

Well, I hope so. I wouldn't be flogging myself

in public like this if you weren't.

Oh, here he comes.

Hey.

-Hey. -Mom, what is happening?

-You hate eating outside. -Well, I have my reasons.

-Meet Sappho and Socrates. -No way!

Look at these guys.

And this is Joy.

-Hello, Brady. -Hi.

-Um, can I pet them? -Yes, of course.

So, this is Sappho,

-and this is Socrates. -Aw!

Okay, like, the two greatest dog names ever.

-Hey! Hey! -I'm off the fence.

Aw, they're so sweet.

Aw!

I should probably talk to you, too.

Oh, no, no, no. That's totally unnecessary.

Well, can you tell me of a better place

to celebrate his glorious life than his own theater?

No, I can't. I... I can't. Daddy would love it.

Thank you, Jesus!

Oh, God.

This key lime has seen better days!

Fine, but, Lucille, nothing too theatrical.

What exactly have I envisioned

that's too theatrical?

Simple, respectful.

You will pick one or two speakers from the theater,

I will do my eulogy, and that will be it.

Well, now.

You've got a lot of opinions

for someone who was too busy

to come say goodbye to her daddy

on the last day of his life!

-Loubelle, may I have the check? -Oh, keep your earrings on.

I recognize I just crossed a line.

But I want to be involved.

All I have is the theater.

And the memory of a man

I spent the best part of my life with.

Simple. Respectful.

So, I'm in?

-Aidan? -In here.

Hey!

Oh my. So many doors!

And I thought I had a shopping problem.

-When'd you get back? -Just now.

Took way longer than I thought.

I don't think it can be fixed.

What, you need four more doors?

No, they're all from the same era.

I just...

I don't think any of 'em have a rainbow.

That's... that's probably gone, 'cause I ruined it.

Hey, stop walking around.

Come here.

Closer.

Okay, good.

Stop acting weird.

I should have never mentioned the silly rainbow.

Give me a kiss.

I slept with Kathy.

What do you mean, you slept with Kathy?

Um, after the airport...

she was just so upset, and...

I mean, we both were.

Or I guess we were just trying to comfort each other.

It just happened.

And it... and it was a mistake.

I mean, we both said so.

A-And it will never, ever happen again.

It's just... it won't.

It's so odd, but I...

I kind of understand.

Or, I don't know, maybe I'm in shock,

I don't know, or...

No, I do.

I understand how that could happen.

I'm so sorry I betrayed you.

Wha...

What do you mean, you betrayed me?

Well, 'cause we agreed to wait for each other,

and I slept with someone else.

Well, I didn't agree to that.

What did you agree to?

That I would be here waiting till you could be with me.

And... till then, you could sleep with other people?

Y-You expected me not to sleep with anyone else

-for five years? -Well, yeah.

That's what I agreed to.

Okay. That's what you agreed to,

and even you couldn't do it.

Yeah, 'cause I fucking broke our trust.

That's why.

Oh, my God. This is so male or...

oh, my God, or medieval, or I... I don't know.

I don't know.

My mind is just racing.

What... What do you mean? Your mind's racing where?

Sleeping with Kathy, I...

Because you were upset,

I understand.

I'm just having a harder time understanding why...

we have not had this discussion until now.

Uh, do you want to sleep with other people?

No, I don't want to sleep with other people.

I want to sleep with you.

And I still want that.

You... you hear me, right?

-Yes? -Yes.

Good morning.

Alright, let me get that for you.

-Well? Do you approve? -Mm.

It's beautiful.

Let me get the, uh, program

out of my Michael Kors.

-I have several. -Yes.

You're up second-to-last and scheduled for three minutes.

I only get three minutes to speak?

As my King used to say, "No one was ever mad

about getting out of the theater early."

-Break a leg! -It's a funeral.

And it will be fabulous.

And good morning to you, Mr. Endicott!

Now that I met all of Newark in the lobby,

could you, um, seat yourself

so we could start the proceedings?

A funeral in a theater? Dear lord.

I'm sorry. She means well.

-No, she doesn't. -Mm-mm, she doesn't.

But her digs are strangely comforting.

Like old times.

Ooh. Ooh. Ah. She must be very sad.

-Yeah. -What the hell happened to you?

I took the PATH train here.

I had to walk from the station!

These heels were made for driving in my Mercedes,

not hoofing through Newark.

Why didn't you take an Uber?

Miranda told me it would be quicker.

I got here in 25 minutes.

Where is Carrie?

It is not like her to be late. I hope she's okay.

-Yeah. -I don't know.

Here she is.

-Oh, hey! -What is up with his pants?

Hey, everyone. And just, uh, FYI:

The Big and Tall Shop on 21st Street

is now Castro Convertible.

So, where'd you get that? The Short and Tight Men's Shop?

Should we go in?

-Yes. -I like a tight pant.

-Thank you. -Oh, uh, Lisa put us

up front with the family.

Hey, how was the trip?

If there is an open casket in there, throw me in.

I've been thinking about that perfect apartment.

Offer them the 150 over the asking.

And find out what they'd take for the furnishings too, okay?

Why the sudden change of heart?

I think it'll bring me more joy.

Oh, shit.

What? What is it?

I think my pants just split.

Yep.

Damn, I can see my big and tall.

What's so funny?

Everything looks in order.

♪ Join us, leave your tears and sorrow ♪

Spoke too soon.

♪ Join us, leave your field to flower ♪

Pippin? It's a Pippin funeral?

♪ Come and waste and hour or two ♪

Too theatrical.

♪ Ah, doodle-ee-doo-doo ♪

I didn't know we were going to a carnival.

Love!

The Newark Free Theater's Post Office Players.

Yes! They delivered!

Thank you, ladies.

And now, welcome Lisa Todd Wexley.

Come up with me. I... I can't do this alone.

Change seats with me, Henry.

I cannot see a thing

sitting behind Miss Coretta Scott King,

styled by Liberace.

-Uh, I heard that. -Yes, I meant you to.

Um, before I start, I...

I'd like to thank everyone for being here for my father today.

He was always there for us.

As... as that gentleman

just reminded us,

my father was... there for him.

It...

seems as if my father was always there.

For this theater that he loved so much, and all of you.

He was always there for my family, for me.

And...

I just wasn't there for him in the end.

And, uh, he left before...

...I got there.

And... I wasn't there.

And I...

I can't.

It's okay.

I can't continue.

It's okay. I got it.

My wife was not with her beloved father when he passed

but for the last 22 years,

she dragged me to every production

that he staged right here.

With some unknown writers.

I... I think one of them was named

Will There Be Afros in Outer Space?

Uh, bring the other car around. Thanks.

If you're not by your loved one's side when they pass,

it means that their spirit doesn't want you there.

They want you to remember them the way that they were,

not in their final hour.

Here. Belgian lace.

Launder it by hand.

Well, I guess now's as good a time as any.

-Mm-hmm. -You stay close.

-Always. -Come on.

-You good? -Yes.

-Okay, you ready? -Yeah.

Okay. Right, left.

Despite the shatter,

the woman knew the break wasn't fatal.

With time and care, it would soon be repaired.

Because the ties that bound them

were stronger than any spun glass.

Go back to sleep. I'll call you when I get home.

You are home.

Love you.

It's open.

-Morning. -Duncan.

Duncan. That's it.

I'm... I'm so sorry to intrude so early in the morning.

Carrie might have mentioned that I keep night hours.

I was just leaving this. It's a chapter of my book.

Oh. I'll, uh, make sure she gets it.

Okay. Thanks, mate.

Charlotte?

What... what are you doing down here?

W-Why...

Why are you holding adult male Depends?

Harry has prostate cancer.

He doesn't want anyone to know or to find out.

So, that's why I'm all the way down here.

And, please, forget that I told you.

I'm only telling you because... 'cause you saw the Depends.

Oh, honey, honey.

Here, sweetie, look at me.

You tell me anything, alright?

Any thought, big or small.

I will not tell a soul. I promise, I'm your vault.

They found it early, but...

I just...

I can't s-stop thinking that he's gonna die.

That's why I've been such a mess.

♪ I might have spent six months ♪

♪ Lying on my living room floor ♪

♪ I might have been sick, then well ♪

♪ Then sick some more ♪

♪ I might be prouder of me ♪

♪ Than I ever have been ♪

♪ I've been learning 'bout letting go ♪

♪ How to do it without my claws ♪

♪ Scratching the surfaces ♪

♪ I've been learning 'bout wasting time ♪

♪ And closing some doors ♪

♪ Hoping to open more down the line ♪

♪ I've been learning 'bout wasting time ♪

♪ And closing some doors ♪

♪ Hoping to open more down the line ♪