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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...

...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 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 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.

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

Yes, it's just tea
in the private club

with some influencers.

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. I better go.

Oh, oh. Go, go!

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.

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.

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.

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'm gonna take it over there.

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

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 cute.

'Cause it's our thing.

I think maybe we
need a new thing.

Jesus Christ, it was
just 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 not
wearing any shoes.

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 fix this.

I'll...

I'll find a glazier, and he'll just...
he'll come here and replace the glass.

Well, 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 trying to.

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

Then, 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?

What's not going your way?

Wyatt wouldn't get on
the fucking airplane.

No, 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, 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 come over here.

Just, in fact, 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. Absolutely.
-That's it.

Yeah.

Herbert! An in-office visit?

To what do I owe this honor?

Oh, this is my editor, married.

Marion!

Marion, this is my
husband, Herbert.

-Hey, it's nice to finally meet you.
-Yeah, you too.

Can you give us
a minute, please?

-Absolutely.
-Yeah.

-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 hospital?

-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...

Oh, no.

I mean, yes, he was elderly, but
the doctor at his last appointment

said he was in amazing shape.

Amazing shape.

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'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, oh, 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!

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's two and a half hours.

Let's go find a rainbow.

I've got an event at Tiffany's.

Oh. Okay, 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?

-Hello!
-How are you today?

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. Whats's
happening now?

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 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 the event this way?

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, 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.

-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 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 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?

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 was a mistake. I
mean, we both said so.

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?

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 don't know.

I don't know.

My mind is just racing.

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.

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 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 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 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 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, 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
can't do this alone.

Change seats with me, Henry.

I cannot see a thing sitting
behind Miss Coretta Scott King,

styled by Liberace.

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

Before I start, I...

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

He was always there for us.

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 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 think one of them was named Will
There Be Afros in Outer Space?

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 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 make sure she gets it.

Okay. Thanks, mate.

Charlotte? What are
you doing down here?

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 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 stop
thinking that he's gonna die.

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