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Previously on This Is Us...

You've always said that
you wanted to finish school.

I think the time is now.

Oh, my God, it's a boy.

I went to a database
for the war memorial.

Nicholas Pearson.

He might be dead, but he didn't
die here in Vietnam.

She will break you, Kevin.

Her background is complicated.

You're not gonna win this one, Randall.

The numbers aren't there.

You told me that

if at any point, I wasn't on board

with you running, you would stop.

I am no longer on board
with you running.

We have an update in
perhaps the most surprising race

in the local Philadelphia
elections tonight.

District 12 remains too close
to call with long-time incumbent

Solomon Brown ahead
only four percentage points

- of challenger Randall Pearson.
- How you doing, cuz?

"Keep the Chardonnay coming"
is how I'm doing.

Councilman Brown
is leading 52%...

Well, one way or another,
it'll all be over soon.

Yeah, it'll all be over soon.

Councilman Solomon
Brown, a 14-year incumbent,

- first made a name for himself...
- Here you go.

Oh, I was not built for politics.

This is way too tense for me.

- Yeah, my undershirt is fully soaked.
- Stop.

Brown voted
yes to Proposition 27...

...which brought better housing
programs to his district.

Big life moment for you, little brother.

What's going through your mind?

- Honestly?
- Yeah.

You remember when Dad and I went
to D.C. to visit Howard?

- Of course.
- Been thinking about that a lot.

You? What's on your mind?

What's on my mind? Uh, John
Stamos, mostly. Ex-excuse me.

John Stamos.

Hi.

Hi. Oh, uh...

'Cause I'm not,
I'm not sure if I'm supposed

to be talking to you,
or giving you space,

so I'm just gonna talk to you
from multiple feet away

and sort of split the difference.

- Zoe, I'm sorry if I pushed you...
- Kevin...

...I can't do this.

Tobe, hey, what's up?

Hey. Look, uh,
Kate has been crying

for, like, five minutes straight.

Is there, like, a twin cure
for something like this?

Um, is it-is it good crying
or bad crying?

Unclear.

- How's it going over there?
- Unclear.

Hey, look, Toby, I got to go.
I'll call you back.

- How are we looking?
- Well, we're behind,

but, uh, whatever happens, dude,

what you did in these last
seven weeks, it's unheard of.

Yeah.

It's been the longest
seven weeks of my life.

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- Hey, Randall. Randall.
- Yeah.

Get up, come on. Annie's up.

She doesn't need to see you
sleeping on the couch.

Ah, crap. I wanted to be back
in Philly by 9:00.

You're still running?

After last night?

After-after Jae-won said
you couldn't win?

He didn't say I couldn't win. He
said the numbers aren't there.

Well, they're somewhere, Beth.

I can't just give up on
my district, not after all this.

Oh, your district.
What about your family?

Will always be my priority, okay?

Look, I even thought
about Tess last night.

I, uh, I ordered Love, Ellen.

It's the book
Ellen DeGeneres's mom Betty

wrote about Ellen coming out.

I'm gonna listen to it
on my way to Philly.

You cannot audiobook your way
through our daughter's life.

Look, the next seven
weeks are gonna be tough.

I know.

But the people we've met
in that district

over the past few months,
they deserve my best...

There is no "we" in this
anymore, Randall.

I will stay out of your way,
but you're on your own, babe.

You know, I'll bet Abraham
Lincoln woke up every morning,

stood on the steps of the
White House, and he took in

the same 555 feet that
we're looking at right now.

Hmm, they finished it
20 years after he died, so...

You're ruining the romance, kid.

Facts are facts, Dad.

Hmm.

I'm thinking about majoring
in political science.

No kidding.

Look at you.

What a great life you're gonna have.

What a great man you're gonna be.

Hmm.

- Hey, Tobe?
- Did somebody call

a future Dad Bod award winner? Huh?

So, I was thinking,
we're just using this room

- to store all of our junk, you know?
- Um, junk...

I think it's time that we turn
this room into a nursery.

I am so on board.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah, I was just waiting

'cause you were hesitant.

Yeah. So, you need to sell
all your toys.

Ugh...

Longest travel day of my life.

Ah. Well, we took off
Wednesday afternoon,

landed Wednesday morning,
so technically,

it's the shortest travel day
of your life.

Yeah, time zones are crazy, huh?
You know what else is crazy?

That your uncle didn't die in Vietnam?

That my uncle didn't die in
Vietnam. That's exactly right.

And now I have a million more
questions about it, you know?

Like, uh, I don't know,
did he come back to the States?

All right, did my dad know
that he was alive?

Uh, or-or maybe
it's like Mad Men, right?

Where he died,
but somebody took his dog tags.

Hey, slow your roll, Pearson.
We'll contact Veterans Affairs,

find out what happened
and go from there.

What are you gonna tell your family?

Are you... I'm not gonna tell
my family a thing.

I mean, the-the text chain was ungodly

when Kate debated going blonde.

I can't even imagine
what this would be like.

- Good point.
- You know?

It feels so good to be home.

Hmm.

What?

Oh, you calling my place "home."

No, I didn't. I called America home,

- not your loft.
- Well, it could be.

My loft. Your home.

Is that...

It's John Stamos, yeah.

Tess and Annie got it for me.
There was a whole phase

they were calling me Uncle Jesse.

What do you say?

Ah, you took the Stamos.

I got a roommate!
This is gonna be great.

- Oh, my God. Let's go straight to bed.
- Oh, my God.

Randall Pearson...

Randall Pearson
will turn the lights back on.

All right, J-dog. Hit
me with them new stats, man.

- I know we picked up some real heat.
- Eh, more like lukewarm heat.

You're still ten points behind.

How? Dude, we've done
so much walking door-to-door,

I had to Google what corns are

to see if that's what I got
growing on my feet. It is.

- What else can we do?
- Get some more comfortable shoes.

We've got a full day of pounding
the pavement ahead of us.

- Mm.
- Oh, uh, also, don't forget

that we've got the Business
Association breakfast

- at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.
- Right.

Guess I'll be staying here again.

You want to call Beth
and tell her for me?

I'm sorry, dude. I warned you
this would be rough.

Yeah.

It scares me.

The idea of, you know...

doing something big with my life.

You know what I get like
when I get focused.

Oh, it's like...

it's like I can't see anything else.

And I look at you and Mom
and, you know, and our family.

And I-I want that, too.

You know, Randall, you...

you might be the only
17-year-old on the planet

who's actually worrying

about balancing their future career

with their future wife and kids.

I-I like to plan ahead.

- Well, are we rich?
- These kids

at my college,
they went crazy for our stuff.

Yeah, well, we're so old to them,

our stuff is considered vintage.

Uh, uh...

Uh, where, uh, where's the, uh...

where's the box
that I tucked under the counter?

I-I don't know. I think I sold it.

No. No, it was marked, uh...
it was marked "DNS."

Yeah, it was donations.
Yeah, I-I sold it.

One less trip to the Goodwill.

No, the...

"DNS" does not stand for "donations."

It stands for "do not sell."

That box was home
to my original complete set

of 1977 Star Wars action figures.

I'm sorry.

- It was an accident, babe.
- You should've asked.

- You should've asked.
- Wait, but, babe,

- come on, they're just toys.
- Whoa.

Whoa. They are not just toys.

They are action figures, first of all.

Action figures
that have traveled with me

from house to house
after my parents got divorced,

into my college dorm room,
through six L.A. apartments

so that someday I could
hand them down to my kid.

But now...

- Don't.
- Aah!

I'm sorry that we were late.

Ah, man. It's my fault.

I was slow getting out
of my apartment this morning.

Well, actually, it's our apartment.

We, uh... we're living together in sin.

Yeah.

I do show a record
for a Nicholas Pearson.

That's great.

But before
I can give you any information,

I need proof
that you're his next of kin.

How about nephew?
Nephew's a big deal now, right?

Think of Game of Thrones.

Right, Joffrey was next of kin

to the super-handsome, fit,
blonde, uncle guy.

Jamie was never in line for the throne.

Joffrey ascended

after his adoptive father
Robert Baratheon died.

Without documentation,

you're gonna need someone
official to write a letter,

authorizing release of the records.

Could be military personnel,

a historian, a member of Congress.

How about a celebrity that was once
dunk-tanked on The Today Show?

No. Okay.

I might be able to get a letter
from a congressman.

You might?

Yeah, I might have
dated one for a while.

You might have?

Wow.

And we're back
with Councilman Sol Brown.

Now I've been seeing
some Randall Pearson signs

all around the neighborhood.

Hell, yeah, you have.

I can't say I've noticed that.

I'm just saying,
I haven't seen his family

in church with him
at Reverend Hawley's services.

I'm so lucky to have
my supportive wife Nancy

at my side, helping me stay focused.

Not sure my opponent is as lucky.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Look, I know this is the last thing

you want to hear right now,
but maybe it's time

you and the girls start
showing up to events again.

Really?

Just saying, I'm coming off as
a family man without a family.

Do you know what the girls got
for Christmas, Family Man?

I do, 'cause I went out

and bought all their presents
without you.

- I'm really sorry. I...
- And Tess is moody all the time,

I don't even know why.
I don't know if it's 'cause

she's trying
to figure out her sexuality,

or-or because she just
discovered Nirvana on Spotify.

Either way, I'd love
to discuss it with my husband,

but he's off in Philly, glad-handing

for no good reason,
because last I checked,

the polls said you weren't even
close to winning.

Now, are you really mad at me, Beth?

Or are you mad that I got something

that I care about right now
and you don't?

'Cause if memory serves,

I played Stay-At-Home Superdad
all last year,

and you did not hear me complaining.

You know what?
I'm gonna walk out of this room

before you say something else
you're gonna regret.

You do what you got to do.

Congressman, thank you
so much for meeting with us.

I appreciate it. You know, my brother,

uh, currently running for city council.

He's going absolutely insane
with the schedule. I can only

- imagine what yours is like.
- Yes, thank you so much

for coming, Andy.

I didn't know
you were living in New York now.

Well, it's... it's, uh,
pretty recent, really.

Yeah, pretty recent. Your Bo...
Her boxes just came in

- from Chicago, like, last week.
- Yeah.

So, haven't really had a chance
to even unpack them yet.

Well, that's great.

So, you said you needed help
with getting some military

- records or something?
- Yes.

Well, we've been on this journey,

literally to Vietnam and back,
looking for Kevin's uncle.

And we heard that with a little push

from a member of Congress, we, um...

Oh.

I thought when you said
you desperately needed help,

it was something a little more serious.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to...

No. Sorry. It's fine. I can try
to get the records from the VA.

Maybe I'll just shoot them
a quick e-mail.

That should do the trick, right?

Sorry. I...

I really thought enough time had passed.

Andy...

My office will formulate a
formal request for the records.

Thank you. Appreciate that.

Thank you for your time.

- Well, that worked.
- Yeah. Look...

That guy's carrying around
some serious baggage,

Zoe, what...
what's the story with you two?

Were you two serious?

I mean, we were.

Uh, we dated for a couple of years.

Uh, we talked about moving to New York.

I... I'm on the edge
of my seat here, Zoe.

Well, he kept on sending
apartment listings,

and, well, none of them felt right.

- Hmm.
- And, uh,

well, I realized the apartments
weren't the problem,

so I e-mailed him saying

I thought the relationship
had run its course.

You dated a guy for two years,

and you broke up with him...
with an e-mail?

I mean, I didn't deal with it perfectly.

It was a long time ago.

I got to run.

If I'm late for meeting Beth
for cookie baking...

- Going now?
- ...she'll flip.

Apparently, your brother's been AWOL.

I don't want to be on
the receiving end of that mood.

Yeah. All right.

Bye.

Hey, uh, before you leave...

Mm-mmm. Nope, not tonight.

It is New Year's Eve, my friend,
and I'm on my way

to get a boo-berry pie
to eat with my girls

- when the clock strikes 12:00.
- Boo-berry pie?

It's technically blueberry,
but when Beth was three,

- she called it "boo-berry."
- Huh.

Come on, man. Nothing for "boo-berry"?

Anyway, Beth's family used
to have one every New Year's.

She said the new year don't start

- till she get her boo-berry on.
- I found it.

What we've been looking for.

Six years ago, Sol Brown was
arrested for drunk driving,

but he was never charged.

Randall, he paid off the police
to have the charges dropped.

And then he paid the paper
to have the story buried.

That's major.

We should release this
first thing in the morning.

How do you like them boo-berries?

Hello. Uh, one blueberry pie, please.

Ooh, I'm sorry.

We just sold the last one.

Okay, then.

Um... could you make me one?

My wife requires one
every New Year's Eve.

I'll wait, however long it takes.

I wish I could, sir, but we bake
everything in the morning.

- Next in line.
- It's just, just one blueberry.

- I can't. I'm sorry.
- It's for my wife..

I wish I could help you, sweetie.
I can't.

Everything okay, Mr. Pearson?

Reverend Hawley.

Hi.

Um, no, I'm fine. I just, uh...

standing here in the middle of a diner

at 7:00 on New Year's Eve,

wondering if I'm gonna go down
in history

as the worst husband and father
of all time,

who also lost an election
by a landslide.

Well, you could drop out.

I'm sure my good friend Sol
would, uh, throw you a party.

I asked Sol to fix the lights
at the rec center,

and he didn't do it.

Then a little girl who reminds
me of my little girls got hurt.

I just wanted to give the people
something better.

I thought they deserved that.

You know, my father once told me
that I was gonna be a great man.

And my whole life,
in the back of my mind,

I always wanted to be one.

I'm starting to think it might be harder

to be a good man than a great one.

I'm sitting on something

that could change the whole game, and...

It's just not the way
I want to do it, man.

I'm sorry, man.

You just wanted to say "hi"
on New Year's Eve.

I didn't mean to take all your time.

Hey, you know, I give a...
a lot of death-bed advice.

Comes with the job, I guess.

Death-bed advice.

That's the gig.

Act in a way that'll make you
smile when you're old and gray

and lying under a pale pink
nursing-home blanket,

thinking about... the life you lived.

You do that,

you'll be the man your father wanted.

And give this to your wife.

I got the last blueberry pie.

Happy New Year, Mr. Pearson.

Happy New Year's to you,
Reverend Hawley.

God bless you, sir.

I know he's like fifty but...

Anderson Cooper is so fine.

Really? That's your type, Dej?

Okay.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.

- How did everything go there?
- It's late.

I'm sorry.

Guess I should just be glad
you made it before the ball-drop.

No, I'm sorry about everything.

I, um...

Hey, can we just, uh...

I owe all four of you an apology

for everything that I've been missing

over the past couple of months.

For the way in which I let this
campaign take over my entire life.

You know, one day
I'm gonna be an old man...

laying in bed, all pale, with
a pink blanket pulled over me.

Or maybe the pink blanket's pale.

I can't remember.

Anyway...

do you know what
I'm gonna be thinking about?

It's not about this election.

I'm gonna be thinking
about blueberry pie.

I'm gonna be thinking about, uh,

making gingerbread trains
with my favorite four girls.

This family...

is what makes me special.

You four...

you're what make me great.

And I'm sorry if I haven't done
a good job of...

showing you that enough lately.

Anyway...

Now, who's ready for some pie?

Oh, y'all know the new year

doesn't start
till we get our boo-berry on.

We don't even know
if this is the right place.

Toby, I have spent two solid
weeks online friend-requesting

every single person in my college

to track down this weirdo.

That's him.

Gabe?

- Hey.
- Hey.

You can't have them back.

Ha!

Here's the thing, Gabe.

I made a really big mistake
when I sold those to you.

- Want to give them back to us?
- Sorry, no can do.

- We'll pay for them. I'll pay for them.
- Yeah.

And what'd you pay, ten bucks?

Waah.

I'll give you $50.

- Hundred?
- I hate to be a dick,

but that stuff's priceless. Sorry.

Now, see, I told you.
So let's just, let's go.

No, no, no. I'm pregnant.

And...

for 40 years, my husband was planning

on giving those to his child
when he had one.

And I am with said child.

I literally have nothing
to give... my baby,

because my entire house
burned down in a fire.

Whoa.

And my dad died.

And... I literally,

I mean, I don't have anything.

Not... My Little Ponys,
not my Cabbage Patch dolls

and not my Three Rivers Stadium
that my dad built for me.

I'm not gonna have anything
to give to my baby

from my childhood, but... but he can...

he can have something from his father.

So, Gabe,

Just ask yourself:

do you really want to spend
your New Year's Eve

disappointing a pregnant lady
whose father died

because of a devastating house fire?

Yeah, sorry.

Okay, happy New Year.

"Yeah, sorry"?

Sorry that took forever.

The salon was packed.

Everyone getting gussied up
for New Year's Eve.

I know.

- I got your tux.
- Thank you.

What are you ogling at instead of me?

It's, uh, Nicky's file.

- Wait, they came? Why didn't you call?
- Uh-huh.

Uh, there's no real answers here.

Just that he got medevacked
out of Vietnam in '71

and sent to, uh,
Walter Reed for a psych eval.

And then what?

He, uh, got discharged
a few months later.

He signed his papers "Clark Kent"?

Yeah, here, just... look, you
can just read the whole thing.

You don't need to hover
over me like that.

Just, you know, have at it.

- What's your problem?
- Don't worry about it.

Uh, Kevin, if there's a problem...

Yeah, okay, look, why haven't
you unpacked any of your stuff?

I mean, should I...
should I be expecting an e-mail,

like the one you sent
the congressman? Is that...?

- Kevin...
- What's the plan?

Huh? I mean, are...

are we supposed to just,
uh, step over these things

like-like land mines
for the rest of our lives?

- The rest of our lives?
- Yeah.

Zoe, come on,
you said you wanted to move in, right?

No. No. I didn't, actually.

I told you I'd move in
to make you happy.

Keep me happy? Okay, great,

so I'm the bad guy because
I asked you to move in with me?

Yeah, because that's what you do.

Every step of this relationship
has been you...

pushing me.

- Pushing you?
- Yeah.

- I'm pushing you?
- Yeah.

That's how you think
this whole thing went down?

You know what? I...

I don't want to talk
about this right now.

No, of course, no, you don't
want to talk about it right now.

You don't want to talk about it ever.

You just want to use my living room

as an obstacle course
for all of your crap.

I need some space.

...your entire family
watch us eat dinner.

Yeah.

Hold on. We're not ready.

All that stuff
that you worry about,

having balance...

In my experience,

there's one key piece to that puzzle.

I just hope the universe puts
the right person in your path.

Like your mom was for me.

You know, someone who...

brings out all the...
the good stuff in you,

all your best stuff.

Because, my God, son,

what a force you will be.

You slept in.

Mm.

I was up late with the girls

brushing up on all the holiday movies

I missed watching with them this year.

"A Chipmunk Christmas"
still makes me cry.

Uh, thought you were going
to church today in Philly.

Making your final push.

Nah.

When you and I started dating,

a few weeks in I asked you to
go, uh, shoe shopping with me.

- You remember that?
- Do I remember?

You had a full-on Terms of
Endearment-level meltdown

in the middle of the Payless.

And you tried to calm me down,
but you couldn't.

So you just ended up
closing down the aisle

while I sobbed.

Like some kind
of shoe store traffic cop.

Even though you didn't understand

why a woman handing me
some rhinestone slingbacks

could make me lose my mind.

And it was that day

I suspected I might marry this dude.

Well, damn, baby, you could have
saved a broke-ass college boy

a lot of money on cheesy dates
if you'd have told me that then.

- Husband.
- Hmm?

You are a man...

who cares too much and tries too hard.

It's who you've always been.

It's who I married.

A great man.

I will not let you forget

who you are.

I should've had your back.

You need to finish this campaign.

Why did the slingbacks make you cry?

It was the woman who brought them to me.

She smelled like eucalyptus oil,
and my dad used to...

...use it on his hands.

I get it.

I know you do.

Now, get up. Okay?

Get dressed.

I'll tell the girls
to put their church clothes on.

Yes, ma'am.

Somebody say "amen."

Amen!

Jesus knew, if he wanted
to be a great leader,

he had to be a servant
to the people he served.

- Yes, sir!
- Now, we all know

we have to make
a big decision next Tuesday.

- Mm-hmm.
- We got to decide

who will serve us.

- All right, now.
- That's right.

Now, I've known Councilman
Sol Brown for 20 years.

- Yes!
- He's a staple of this community.

- Yes, he is.
- He has served us proudly

- for the last 15 years.
- Yes!

Now, Randall Pearson I've
only known for a few months.

He's got a lot of passion,

but will he serve us?

All I know is that he
is fundamentally decent,

which isn't necessarily
in vogue these days.

- Uh-huh!
- I know he drives

two hours each way every day
to get here.

He has knocked on so many of our doors,

when we sang "Somebody's
Knocking at Your Door"

last Sunday, a little girl
called out, she said,

"It's Randall Pearson."

It's not 15 years of history here,

but he has sure done a lot
with the time he's had.

Now, the truth is,

I think...

we are in capable hands...

- with either one of these men.
- Mm-hmm.

- Somebody say, "Amen".
- Amen!

- Amen!
- Amen!

Well, that was unexpected.

Hey, Tobe?

Yeah?

Wait. You can tell these
aren't yours from over there?

Yeah.

A man knows his Chewbacca.

Where'd you get them?

eBay.

I tried to get yours back
from Gabe, but...

God knows I tried. I mean...

I tried things you would be
incredibly uncomfortable with.

Those are pretty cool.
They must've cost you a fortune.

Eh.

Yeah, I know.

Babe,

we're starting a new family.

Our family.

And, no, we don't have

all of your action figures to pass down.

And, no, we don't have
my handmade football stadium.

But, babe, we come with us.

You don't need to pass down
your favorite thing to your son,

because I know
with every part of me that you

are gonna be our son's favorite thing.

- You.
- Mm.

You hear me?

Okay. I got to go back

to my laptop. They're selling
an original Boba Fett

in, like, the next five.

- Go. Go.
- Going!

We have an update in perhaps
the most surprising race

in the local Philadelphia
elections tonight...

- Tobe.
- Okay. Come on in!

Babe.

- Oh.
- Huh?

And... ta-da.

What...

Well, I called Kevin,

and he looked through
a bunch of photos and found one

of the stadium your dad built for you.

I took that photo to a...

weird little man named Edwin

who builds dollhouses,

and then he built this replica.

And, for the record,

I'm going to be
our kid's second favorite thing.

You're the first.

Anyhow, I...

I hope you like it.

But it's okay if you don't.

Oh, no, is this going sideways on me?

Kevin,

I can't do this.

Tobe, hey, what's up?

Hey. Look, uh,
Kate has been crying for, like,

five minutes straight.

Is there, like, a twin cure
for something like this?

Is it good crying or bad crying?

Unclear.

How's it going there?

Unclear.

Hey, Tobe, listen,
I got to go, all right?

- I'll c... I'll call you back.
- All right.

Is this a-a good cry?

Yeah.

It's a good cry.

Hey, um,
whatever happens, dude,

what you did
in these last seven weeks...

it's unheard of.

Yeah.

It's been the longest
seven weeks of my life.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Any word yet?

Sounds like we're not gonna find
out who won till after midnight.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Hey, guys.

Could we all gather around, please?

Listen, I just wanted to take a moment

to thank you all for being here.

I know these last few weeks, um...

I pushed you.

But I pushed myself, too.

Doors got slammed in our faces,
and we knocked again.

Flyers got torn down and thrown out,

and we put up new ones.

Whatever happened to us
in these tough days,

we just kept pushing.

And we did it because we believed

in what our future here could be.

We were given four words...

"The numbers aren't there"...

and we turned those
into four new ones...

"Too close to call."

So, um, go home proud.

We're not gonna find out
what happened tonight.

And I have a feeling
that we could all use the rest.

So, thank you.

Thank you, everyone!

- Come on.
- All right.

- Proud of you, man.
- Thank you.

- Appreciate it, man. Okay.
- I'll call you.

Thank you very much, sir.

Appreciate you being here.

I have pepper spray.

Kevin, relax.

It's just me.

- Oh.
- Wait, you carry pepper spray?

No.

Listen, Kevin, you...

you're one of the only people that knows

what my dad...

and, um...

I had three locks
on my apartment door in Chicago,

bars on the windows,

not because I was actually worried

about someone breaking in, but...

peace of mind was...

taken from me.

I'm sorry. I can't even imagine that.

It's a lot for me to...

give up my own safe space.

More than it is for most people.

And, uh...

the idea of giving that up,

it's, uh...

it's why I've never lived
with anyone before.

We don't have to live together, then.

You know? Uh, or you don't
even have to unpack, actually.

I'll just... I'll walk over your
stuff for the rest of my life.

It'll be good for my calves.

I want to live with you.

I do.

And, uh...

Because even though you,

you just might be the most pushy
person I have ever met,

I...

I think I like what you're pushing for.

I'm in love with you.

And I want John Stamos back.

Let's go home.

Oh, this one's not mine.

No, that... uh,
that's a box of my dad's stuff.

It's where I found the Vietnam mementos.

It must've gotten mixed up
with your stuff.

Babe?

Where do you want
the weird voodoo dolls?

- They're not weird.
- Mm.

- They're from Haiti.
- Oh.

Don't mess with my voodoo, boy.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll just put those right over here.

"Jack, Last one. C.K."

Who's C.K.?

Let me see that.

"C.K."

Like Clark Kent.

My dad knew Nicky was alive.

Why would he lie to us?

Well, there's a return address.

Bradford, Pennsylvania.

You think he's still there?

I wonder what my father
would think about this.

About me running.

About me having found you.

About all of it.

There's so much he didn't get to see.

So, our son is officially the size

of a tomato.

Uh, to-mah-to, please. It's classier.

And our son is gonna be...

Classy as hell.

Ooh. 'Kay.

So much stuff
he never got to share in.

You sure you don't want to go find
your brother's name on the wall?

No.

No, too sad for me.

Sometimes I feel like
this big ol' puppet, you know?

He's just pulling the strings
from up there,

just tugging me around
wherever he wants me to go.

I don't know.

I think back on all these moments

and all these memories,

and sometimes it feels like
there's been a plan for my life.

Like, from the beginning.

Maybe everyone feels that way.

Maybe I'm not that special,

and this is just what it is
to be a person, you know?

You're very special, babe.

Thank you.

You're also very tired.

Hello?

Yeah, no, of course.

Thanks for letting me know.

I won.

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